#PLUS I LIKE TO BLAST MUSIC IN MY EARS ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL TO WAKE ME UP FOR THE DAY AND I CCAANNTTT BCS ITS ONLY 1 AND MY WIRED PNES CANT

[radical-rigatoni1]

YES I HATE THIS I WANT TO PUNCH THE PERSON WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDWA IN THE THROATTT

I have 1 working Bluetooth, left side, and I nlast my music and I can't u less I have wired bcs Bluetooth whatever man what fucking ever >:(

[multifandombxxch]

PLAY TOO MUCH

requested:

Hey, can you do a plug!Taeyongx x Chubby Reader. Y/n playing too much with Taeyong's feelings cuz y'know he really likes her and whatever but y/n doesn't believe him.

Pairing: Plug! Taeyong x Chubby reader

warnings: age gap, insecurities, fatphobia, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it), S*xual Harassment, mentions of drugs.

"Bout to catch another flight (yeah)

the apple bottom make 'em wanna bite (yeah)

I just wanna have a good night

I just wanna have a good night (hold up)"

The familiar lyrics of Coi Leray's 'Players' were currently blasting through multiple speakers in my dorm parking lot.

What may be the cause of this you ask?

My roommate was having another party.

On a fucking school night.

My bedpost was banging against the wall as the bass of the speakers was quite literally shaking the whole building.

I kissed my teeth in annoyance I was trying to catch up on an episode of 'House of Dragon' for Christ's sake.

"I cannot take this anymore. I'm calling her." I grumbled.

Calling MIRAE<3...

Ring

ring

ri-

"Hey boo, wassup?" she answered

I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose "Rae I literally can't hear myself right now. The music is way too loud and it's getting late. Don't you have an 8am tomorrow? "

she groaned on the other side "Bitch I told you to come downstairs and live a little. You can't spend college cooped up in the dorm."

I rolled my eyes at that. Rae did invite me to the party but I wasn't one for loud music and crowded places plus...I wanted to avoid a specific someone.

"I'm good, thanks and you know I wanna avoid he who shall not be named. " I said.

I didn't have to say his name she knew exactly who I was referring to.

she chuckles nervously on the other side

"what?'" I question a sudden feeling of anxiety filling me.

"Imma just give it to you straight. He's here and I told him you were upstairs so he said he was gonna deal with his clients and then go up to see you."

I took the phone from my ear and stared at it like it was some foreign device.

Then I placed it back on my ear

"Bitch you did what?!"

"Oh calm down. He's literally been obsessed with you since last semester. He's damn dedicated I'll give him that and he's fine as hell." She gushes.

after a couple minutes of silence ( really just me being lost in my own thoughts ) I spoke up

"I'm nervous. I like him but what if he's just fucking around? I'm not exactly his usual type." I admit softly

"Y/n" Mirae's tone is much softer now.

I shut my eyes tightly.

I didn't need pity right now. but I couldn't help but remember the awful things that were said to me

'why do your hips bend in like that...it looks weird'

my hip dips

'you need to start working out I can see the damn rolls on your back

my back rolls

'no one is going to want someone who can't take care of themselves

my body

I didn't think I was attractive or deserving of any attention.

the attention I got from men made me feel dirty instead of wanted.

I mean...being groped by a random man at 15 wasn't something I had on my bucket list.

Now all of a sudden I'm supposed to believe someone wanted me for me.

change the topic from your body Y/n

"It's fine...forget about it." I quickly cover up.

"So how long ago did he say he was coming up" Nice change of topic idiot

she sucks in a breath "He actually went up about 2 minutes ago"

my eyes went wide in panic. Our room was on the third floor I had roughly a couple seconds before he kno-

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

three rapid knocks came from behind my room door.

"Oh is that him? I'm hanging up then babe." Rae rushed out before hanging up. I put the phone on my nightstand.

Christ, I didn't even have time to fix my hair or something.

I was still seated on my bed when I heard his deep amused voice

"Y/n I gave you enough time to prepare for me so come open the door."

My body jerked at the sudden call out. I hurriedly got off my bed and made my way to the door

I counted to three before opening it and coming face-to-face with he who shall not be named aka Lee Taeyong aka the university's plug.

He grinned as he held up a bag of my favorite snacks "Hey princess...missed me?" Funnily enough, the bag looked out of place in his hand due to his outfit. He was in a black t-shirt and some black ripped jeans. and his signature silver accessories around his neck, wrists, and fingers.

He didn't have his bag with him...weird he usually has it because it contained his "goods"

I must've been staring too long because he suddenly spoke up

"Are you gonna let me in or are you gonna let that mind of yours go places it shouldn't" he smirked

The inside of my mouth became dry and suddenly I couldn't speak. I stepped aside allowing him to walk in and put the bag on my study desk.

I closed the door and turned to him.

No surprise he was already staring at me. he always stares at me.

am I really that ugly?

he was looking me up and down while his bottom lip was caught between his teeth.

"You did all that for me?" he question gesturing to my attire

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion until I caught myself in the bathroom mirror.

embarrassment

hide...hide right the fuck now.

I completely forgot I was only in an oversized t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh...with no damn bra on.

I gasped and covered my face with both my hands.

he chuckled and I felt him coming closer to me.

suddenly he took my hands from my face.

"Stop being so cute y/n...makes me wanna fuck you more"

my breath caught in my throat.

he only found me attractive because of my body

a familiar feeling of disappointment filled me

he pulled me closer by my hands and moved his hands to grip my waist

"What's wrong cupcake?" he asked concerned.

His black hair fell in front of his face. He was too good to be true.

"Is someone bothering you again?" he grilled me his eyes suddenly turning dark

"No" I answered

"don't lie to me. You know I'd kill for you." he grunted, suddenly gripping my jaw.

he can't be serious right now

he doesn't mean that

"I am serious and I mean every. fucking. word." he said suddenly serious.

did I say that out loud?

Fuck it the worst that could happen is that he destroyed my already low self-confidence so I decided to ask.

"Do you actually like me?"

he stared at me incredulously "Y/n don't ask me stupid questions. Why would I follow you around and practically throw myself at you if I didn't like you?"

he was blunt about it but I just couldn't believe him.

my doubt must've shown on my face because he suddenly turned me around and pushed me up against the wall.

he was so close I could feel his heartbeat against my back.

"You think I'm playing with you?" he asked me

"Yes" I admitted

"There's no way you'd want me. You don't usually go for girls like me.

he pressed against me more and growled "The fuck do you mean girls like you? "

tears lined my eyes

"Fat girls...chubby ones!" I whispered

after a beat of silence from me and heavy breathing from him...he released me and stepped back.

I still faced the wall. I couldn't bring myself to look at him...I was too scared I was right.

"Y/n look at me" he spoke out.

I remained unmoving

suddenly he tugged the back of my t-shirt causing me to fall back into him.

"You think i dont want you because of your body?” He questioned….his tone soft and careful.

I nodded.

“Or you could want me just for my body….I know you would probably want to sneak around since nobody wants to be seen with me”

I could feel his heartbeat on my back.

He said nothing for a couple seconds and then….

“Should I fuck you and claim you to prove you’re wrong?” He asked bluntly

My body stilled.

“Answer me baby…I need an answer y/n. I won’t touch you if you don’t want it” he rasped out.

I nodded.

And that’s all it took for him to devour my body.

“Let me see your pussy baby” he grunted as he laid me back on the bed.

I clenched my thighs tighter together

What if he hates what he sees

All of a sudden he forced my legs open and used his index to take some of my wetness

Causing me to whimper.

He looked me in my eyes and licked it clean off his fingers.

“You taste better than I could even imagine princess” he moaned out.

Three.

I had three orgasms before he put his dick in me.

I was already a trembling mess but that didn’t stop him from fucking me senseless and giving me two more orgasms.

The blissful look on his face as he marked me everywhere and Painted my walls white with his cum was better than any artwork in any museum.

His body jerked and trembled as he whispered how beautiful and breathtaking he found me.

Slowly he rolled over and laid next to me.

After we came down from the high he realized that we didn’t use protect which I reassure him by telling him I was on the pill.

“No more playing y/n, I fucked you raw. I claimed your pussy and marked your body….tell me your mine.” He as he laid next to me.

“I’m yours” I whispered blissfully

He pecked my cheek “that’s right princess”

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Made For Loving You

Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary: You prepare a surprise for your boyfriend. Lots of fluff ensues. And maybe more…

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus size F!reader

Word count: 1770

Warning: lots of fluff, slight sexual tension, teasing, insecurities, self-denigration

Square: Dating for @mfbingo​

A/n: After the finale, I just need some fluff and happiness. So I wrote fluff and happiness. Maybe part 2 will follow… Who knows?

I saw him dancing there by the record machine

I knew he must have been about seventeen

The beat was going strong

Playing my favorite song

And I could tell it wouldn't be long till he was with me, yeah me

“And I could tell it wouldn't be long till he was with me, yeah me, singing” you sang with Joan Jett as the song played, your mind completely absorbed in what you were doing.

It was Friday night, finally. Quite early in the evening, though, but it was perfect. It gave you enough time to prepare everything for the surprise you were making for your boyfriend. You missed him so much, even if you saw him almost everyday at school. But even if you were with him almost all the time, you were still too embarrassed to accept any kind of affection in public. Not that you were ashamed of him, he didn’t care about what people thought of him and you really loved to be Eddie Munson’s girlfriend. But it… Felt unreal. Like it was only a dream and one wrong move would wake you up. 

When you were out in public, holding his hand was your maximum. It didn’t seem to bother Eddie, even though sometimes, you could feel his hand on your thigh under the table at lunch, meaning if he could, he would gladly take more.

The cafeteria was the place you spent the most time together. It was also the place you met him and… The place he fell for you, and hard.

The first time Eddie saw you sitting alone at your usual table, he knew he found his princess. The person he wanted by his side for the rest of his life. To this day, he was still wondering out loud how he never noticed you before. How he managed to go through all those years locked in this prison that was called school without noticing the lonely princess sitting alone every day at lunch.

You had nothing in particular, you were just a normal girl and you told him quite often. But for him, you were more than that. It was that unique aura you had around you, how you sat alone, your headphones covering your ears from everyone else, stuck in the music you were listening…

You were his princess stuck in a dungeon. But opposite to fairy tales, you didn’t want to be saved. It felt nice, having that protective bubble around you.

So, instead of becoming your prince in shining armor, Eddie turned into your dragon. Protective, he would spit fire at anyone that dared even looking at you the wrong way.

There was something sad in your eyes that only he seemed to notice. Beautiful, precious, but sad. How you could stare at the same spot for hours, not looking at something in particular, but behind those sad eyes, a whole imaginary world unfolded… Created by the music blasting through your ears.

Eddie made his personal quest to get into that world of yours. You didn’t know by then how much you actually needed to be saved by the dragon. From yourself and from the loneliness you forced yourself into, hiding, avoiding people or situations that could hurt you.

The metalhead and Hellfire club leader had then decided he would talk with you. As he walked closer to where you were sitting, he could hear the hubbub escaping your headphones, meaning the volume of the song was quite high. And he recognized immediately what you were listening to. 

Needless to say, he fell in love right there and then.

“Black Sabbath!” 

Even though he had screamed that, loudly enough for everyone in the cafeteria to stop chatting and stare at him, you didn’t hear it above Ozzy’s voice. You only noticed him when he sat down in front of you, the biggest, dorkiest smile on his face.

Of course, you knew who Eddie Munson was. But you had no idea he would notice you, let alone sit with you. Talk with you. Invite you over. Ask you out. You, the nerdy, chubby, loser girl that always sits alone. You were in no group, not the nerds, not the jocks, not the goths. You were just the loser sitting alone in the cafeteria at the table next to the trash cans.

And now, here you were, in his trailer, preparing everything for a surprise. Calling him your boyfriend, sitting with him at lunch, sometimes going with him to the D&D game, walking hand in hand in the hallways, getting lifts from him after school…

Kissing…

It was just so unreal.

Mr.Munson, Eddie’s uncle, completely adored you. So when you showed up asking if you could prepare a surprise for Eddie, he immediately accepted and left early for his night shift to leave the trailer all for you.

It wasn’t really a particular day. Not anniversaries, no holidays, you just wanted to do something for your boyfriend, as a gesture of affection. Since you were still very shy around him, and still had trouble showing him your affection, even when you were alone, you wanted to remind him how much he meant to you. Friday was the best day since he had a campaign at his club and would arrive later.

The table was ready, food was almost done cooking, and you just finished the last details when the door opened. “Uncle! I’m back! Tonight was wild!! You won’t believe what the little squirrels managed to do to defeat the villain-”

Eddie stopped dead in tracks when he entered the kitchen. Since the trailer wasn’t super big, it only took him three steps, but still, the time it took to process what he was seeing was way longer.

“Surprise!” You smiled and gestured towards the table. A white tablecloth was covering its wood, lit candles giving a warm light to the room. Two flowers were resting in front of his seat, one red rose and one black rose, each one representing a side of his person that you loved. The black was for how metal he could be. The red was the softness he had in him.

And finally, his favorite mixtape was playing in the background. “Eddie?” You called after a couple of seconds of him not responding.

Frozen in the last position he took, Eddie had a foot in front of the other, his right hand stuck under his backpack strap while his other hand was outstretched towards the table.

He looked like a statue. Big, wide eyes were the only part of his body moving, from the table, to you, to the oven behind you. His nostril flared as he took a breath, probably smelling the pizza you were cooking.

You took a couple of steps towards him, wondering if perhaps you did something wrong, when he finally got out of his frozen state. “Damn it!” He exclaimed, tapping both his hands in his face. You took a step closer, your heart sinking as you started to think it really wasn’t a good idea. “You stole my idea!”

Tilting your head to the side, you stared blankly at him. “Huh?”

Sighing, Eddie lowered his head and walked to you, taking you in his arms. He squished your body tightly against his and you squeaked at the sudden strong burst of affection.

“I love this, princess, it’s perfect,” he muttered against your neck. “But I wanted to do the exact same thing for you, why do you always have to think exactly like me?”

Relief washed over you and you hugged him back, taking advantage of the closeness to hide your face against his body and say things you would usually be too shy to say while looking him in the eyes. “But you love me like that, right?”

“Pff,” he scoffed and you could imagine him rolling his eyes. “It’s annoying how perfect you are.” You could feel his hands roaming your back, at first making slow circles, they started to explore your body next. “Like you were made for me, everything about you is perfect. Your music taste,” he laughed as a new song started playing in the background, “your patience… your loving heart… Your curves,” he stroked your waist, knowing you didn’t particularly like that part of your body. But he loved it more than anything else, and didn’t wait a single opportunity to show it to you with kisses or… farts. Eddie loved to make little farts with his mouth on your belly, because it made you giggle and wiggle so bad.

“And I was made for loving you,” you muttered still against his chest. You felt his torso vibrate when he hummed in agreement. 

“You were made for loving me…” Eddie sing sang the Kiss song, knowing what you meant by your sentence. A smile lifted up your lips and you giggled at hearing him sing. It was soothing. His voice had the magic in it to calm you in any circumstances, and the number of times you fell asleep to Eddie humming rock was countless.

“So,” he ended up breaking the silence. “What are we eating? I’m starving. And if we don’t get to eat what you cooked, then I would have to eat you all up.” To punctuate his sentence, Eddie’s face snuggled against your throat that he nibbled and gently bit, which got a high pitched whimper out of you. The bastard, you could feel him smile against your neck. You knew how bad Eddie wanted you, he told you quite often, and was absolutely not shy about it, especially when his arousal was forming a lump in his pants. It was proof of the desire he had for you, and he didn’t want to hide that.

You didn’t want to keep telling him you weren’t ready yet. Because fuck, if you didn’t get aroused and drenched whenever he kissed you… It was sometimes even uncomfortable. You desired him as much as he wanted you. But you were scared. Scared of his reaction in front of your body or your lack of experience. Scared, insecure, afraid to not be enough. Afraid of his disappointment.

So it stayed like that, kisses, gestures of affection, cuddles…

And teasing.

“Pizza,” you smiled, finally stepping back to better look at him. In his eyes, you could see hunger. A predator was looking at you, he wanted you more than the pizza, that was for sure. “And maybe… After… You could have a lick at your desert.”

You didn’t let him the time to process your words and ran to the kitchen, your face burning hot with embarrassment.

“Princess… You’re gonna be the death of me.”

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[damon-loves-pie]

“Care to Remake One of Those Scenes?”

"Care to Remake One of Those Scenes"

Pt. 1??????????? (Let me know down below.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

Word count: About 2,400 words

Warnings: 18+, Older Henderson Sibling, talks about Erotic writing, mentions of porn, implied sexual relations, and a little choking, talks about worried of mental health. I think that is it, but please let me know in the comments if I missed anything. 

Summary: Older Henderson Sibling had been avoiding Eddie and the rest of their friends since finding a new Erotic book which has taken up all of her free time. Best friend Eddie confronts her, and see’s how dirty his best friend really is when he reads a page from her book. NOT REALLY ANY SMUT, But pretty fluffy. 

Author’s note: Hello everyone I AM BACK! I mean I am still depressed as fuck, which is why I stopped writing in the first place, plus I just had a lot go on in the last couple of months. But I think I’m ready to get back to writing. ANYWAY, moving on, I really wanted to write smut into this but I just couldn’t get myself to because I wanted to get it posted since coming up with the idea yesterday. I really hope you enjoy but please don’t come for me since I know I keep changing between different tenses, I’m just too depressed and lazy to care to go back to change it. 

But I may, and I mean may make a part 2 if it gets requested enough. But enjoy my babies, and hope you are all doing well! 

Writing Masterlist

Eddie and Dustin strolled into the Henderson home after a successful campaign looking for the eldest Henderson sibling, you had been actively avoiding everyone the since Monday. Worried, they wondered why you said you were going to be unable to pick the younger sibling up after hellfire was over tonight, it wasn't like you to not show up. Little did they know it wasn't anything as serious as Eddie thought it was, you were just caught up in a daydream of what you wished your life was.

"(Y/N)?" Eddie called out as he shut the front door behind him, causing a loud bang to echo throughout the living room. Dustin winced as he finger flied straight to his ear to protect his hearing. After having his eardrums basically blew out on the ride here, his ears were sore.

"She's probably in her room, her car is outside." He motions to the hall, setting his bag down as he walked to the kitchen to find something to consume after a long day. He knew you were probably okay, and would come forward eventually if there was anything serious going on. Yeah it was a little weird to him that you would not show up to a place Eddie was going to be to, but he knew it wasn't anything serious.

Hell he's hoping soon you two would realize you were into each other.

Eddie nodded at the younger kid before making his way to your bedroom, wanting to check on his bestfriend. He knows you get like this sometimes but can't help but worry each time scared one time there will actually be something keeping you from him.

You hadn't heard them come in, you were laying comfortably on your bed with a book sprawled out in front of you, and headphones blasting music from your Walkman. The smile on your face was wide as you read one of the best books of your life, legs kicking happily behind you while you chewed on your thumbnail in anticipation on what was going to come next.

Eddie knocked on your door, waiting for an answer or to see the door open. A few moments passed without any acknowledgment, so he pressed his head against the door, hearing the low sound of music playing. Standing there for a few more moments he decided to open the door, praying he wouldn't be intruding in a private moment. Once someone hits middle school, you never know what you're going to get when you enter someone's room unannounced.

Leaning slightly into the room, he spotted you on the bed. You were smiling to yourself as you read your book. He smiled at the sight of you, happy to see you at least looked like you were doing fine. But the smile soon turned to a slight frown as he wondered what was so special about the book that it made you fall away from reality the past couple days. He felt like he's barely talked to you. Every time he's seen you, your head has been buried in that novel.

He was done living second place to a book, he missed his best friend and he wanted to spend some time with you, he wasn't going to let the book take away your usual Friday night movie nights. He survived not seeing you much this week, but he wasn't about to sacrifice a weekend. Sneaking into the room, he quietly shuts the door behind him, trying to not make a noise as he creeps behind you.  

Your mind was still intwined with your book, still not noticing his presence yet. Your smile was  widening more as Christian and Alice sneaked away into the closet of their workplace, unable to keep their hands off each other. Your face reddened as your eyes skimmed over the dirty scene wishing ever so much Eddie was Christian and you were Alice, sneaking into the janitors room between classes. You too understood how hard it was to keep your hands to yourself when Eddie would wear a certain pair of jeans.

You had thought about doing more than friendly things with Eddie so much that your favorite troupe had became friends to lovers, waiting for the day that maybe someday it would happen to you. Almost all the stories you've consumed other than for class lately had been centered around the troupe to help you manage with not being able to confess your feelings to Eddie.

You didn't have time to comprehend as Eddie snatched the book from behind you, making you jump at the sudden action of the stack of paper being ripped from your hands. Realizing what happen, you yank off your Walkman, turning to him as he held your dirty little secret in his hands, slight smirk on his face as he waves it slightly.

Your eyes widened as he went to open it.

"Wait! Eddie please give it back! Please, I don't want you to lose my spot." You reached for it as the metalhead took a step back, waving his finger at you as he tsks, the noise echoing through your brain as your mind races at what he would think if he knew what he was holding in his hands.

"Not till I know what's so great about this thing, and why it's keeping my best friend from me. You had me worried all week." Eddie speaks, scanning the cover for any indication on what it's about, which you thanked a god you didn't even believe in, that the cover looked like a normal book cover.

Your eyes met his as you physically pleaded.

"I'm sorry that I had you worried, but it's nothing special, I promise you. It wouldn't be of interest to you, it doesn't have anything mythical or magical. Can I please have it back?" You asked again, a little more eagerly.

Eddie shook his head no, holding the book in his hand as he took a seat in the desk chair next to your bed. His fingers held the page you were on last as he got comfortable in the wooden chair. He took another look at the book before looking back at your tense body, sensing you were hiding something.

"Come on (Y/N), it has to be somewhat interesting. You're acting like me when I checked out Lord of the Rings. " He argued, making you sigh as you realized there was no way of getting out of this unless you somehow manage to get the book out his ring-covered hands.

You sat up a little taller in hopes of seeming more convincing, as you pointed back to the book.

"It's just some girly book Eddie, romance. All that gooey gross romantic shit." You shrug, which wasn't a complete lie. It was friends to lovers, just he didn't need to know about the erotic portion of it.

Eddie's eyes met yours after you glanced down at the book before bringing your line of sight back to his. He didn't believe you, he knew you were holding something back in order to save yourself. He didn't want you to think you had to hide yourself from him, hell if anyone knows what it's like to be into weird things, it's him.

"What's so great about this romance that you couldn't even pick Dustin up from Hellfire tonight?" He asks, leaning forward as he holds the book out in front of him, the book ever so slightly dangling between his fingers as he teased you.

"Maybe I was too caught up in it because of my lack of one." You shrugged, which is partially true. It's hard to just be friends with Eddie when you want to be more, you needed an outlet.

Eddie watched your body language as he continued motioning the book in front of you like you were an animal he was trying to catch.

"Mmmh, and even though the book is nothing special you want to spend all your time reading it?" He asked as your eyes focused on his hands.

"Yes. Now since I've answered your questions, can I please have it back?" You begged, well  basically yelled as you stood up, flinging yourself at your book, hoping to get it out of his grasp. You just knew Eddie would never let this go if he found out the kind of things you liked to enjoy in your free time.

Eddie was too fast for you though, he knew you too well and could already see it from your body language that you were going to try coming for the book. He had stood up and turned around before you even reached him, chuckling slightly as he shook his head.

Tsking you again, he opened the book.

"You bad girl, trying to steal it back- You can't have the book till I read the last page you were on. Then, and I mean then maybe I'll decide if this book is good enough to have put our friendship on hold." He laughed as he glanced down at the long paragraphs in front of him.

Your voice felt needy as you pleaded for him not to.

"No Eddie, please don't. I'm begging you."  Eddie turned towards you, ready to read what was consuming your free time.

"Come on (Y/N) it's just a book, it can't be that bad." He reassured, eyes darting across the first line as your brought your hands to your hair. Knowing there was no way to get out of this.

Eddie's eyes widen as he read the page, cheeks reddening as much as yours. Not even halfway done with the page he decides he has to say something.

"You're not only a bad girl, you're also a dirty one!" He grinned, he hadn't realized his best friend would read something so filthy. He knew you weren't innocent but god were you more dirty than he knew.

His comment makes you groan out in embarrassment as you sat on your bed while he continues.

"You're not reading a book (Y/N), you're reading porn." He laughed lightly, eyes darkening as he finished the page.

"You literally have dirty magazines in your room." You argued, feeling your body burn as he closed the book to focus on you.

"But that's different, my porn has pictures. Plus I use them for personal pleasure, and I don't read them in public around my friends." He taunts, as his eyebrow raised, "Do you use this for personal pleasure?" He questions, making you turn more red at the conversation at hand.

Why couldn't I had just picked Dustin up, you cursed yourself as you turned back towards him.

"No." You answered, shrugging slightly as he looked at you with a 'really' expression, not believing your words one bit. He knew for a fact you got off, hell just last week you and Robin went to the 'toy store.'

Sighing, you speak because you were already caught. Plus it wasn't like he didn't know about your sex life, or lack there of this year.

"Okay, not like while reading but sometimes after, when I'm laying in bed at night." You tell him, your cheeks blushing as he smiles more.

"How often do you read this kind of stuff?" Eddie asks, taking a seat next to you, deciding it was finally time to hand you back your so called book, which he would claim was porn with words.

"More often than I want to admit," You laughed, looking down worn out pages.  

"God you're as big of a perv as me," He grinned, leaning back onto the bed with his hands behind his head. Catching your eyes as they twinkled down at him.

"I still think you're a bigger one," You joked, setting your book and Walkman down on the dresser before leaning back next to him.

"Hey, at least I'm open about my pervyness." He states, lightly tapping your elbow with his.

"Well I'm sorry that I don't want to shout to the world I like to read erotica." You giggled as you turned to look at him, the rocker licking his lips as his mind races.  

"What do you think about as you read it?"

"What do you mean?" You questioned, feeling your face redden.

"What goes through your head, as you read about Christian and Alice?" He challenged, voice sounding thick. Your eyes flicked across his face as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

"I liked to picture myself as Alice, sometimes." You tell him, as he leaned onto his side taking in your words.  

"And who do you see as Christian?" He hums, free hand moving to push your hair behind your ear before resting on the side of your neck.

"Does it really matter?" You breathe out slowly when you realized how close you and Eddie had actually become on the bed.

"Very." He whispers, hand still lingering on your neck.  

You gulp taking a deep breathe, nervous at the sight in front of you, wondering if you were imagining it.  

"Come on sweetheart, who do you think about?" He asks again, eyes darting between your lips and eyes.

"I-i don't want to say." You stutter, breathing getting heavier as the tension thickens. He chuckles to himself lightly at the sight of you underneath him, basically already falling apart. Your chest moved up and down slowly as he eyed the necklace sitting on your neck, twiring it between his fingers, making you take a deep inhale at the light touch.  

He rolls over leaning more above you, your face just inches from his as he mumbles down at your lips, before bringing his eyes back to yours.

"What would Alice do in one of those scenes of your book baby? I bet she would tell Christian when he asked, wouldn't she?" He hums down at you, looking at you in a way he had never done before.

"You, I think about you." You breathe out, letting out a breathe you didn't even realize you were holding.

A smirk comes across Eddie's face as your necklace tightens around your neck while he brings his face closer to yours, his strong hands holding it tightly.

"Care to remake one of the scenes?" He whispers against your lips, barely brushing against them.

A sigh slips your lips against his.

"Please." You beg, your soft hands moving up to his hair as his lips crash against yours.

You knew just by how he was holding you, this wasn't going to be the last time you begged him tonight just like it wasn't the first.

[skullgrind]

BLACK WOUND: Diving into the DEATH METAL in the mix with this new release by these Swedish DOOMERS. This band had two other names before and a bunch of demo/EP releases. I assume this is what they will sound like going forward. Right smack dab in the middle of the other "cavernous" bands like SPECTRAL VOICE, etc. Suffocating waves of heavy opression to beat your mind into submission for the rest of the show.

OVENHEAD: Now to the wonderful world of Cleveland, OH for this DEATH METAL/GRIND "straight from the sewers" as they say. Not too familiar with this band but this track caught my ear. It's got that plodding underground heavy sound you get from a tomb (or basement). Cover art of spooky skeletal hooded cultists admiring their collection gets the vibe just right.

ETERNAL ROT: DEATH/DOOM METAL from the UK and Poland up next. I've got this on vinyl, it's from a split with COFFINS, and ETERNAL ROT totally won the record. Filthy, heavy, doomy metal full of despair and the smell of rotting corpses. And none better than the mighty Mark Riddick to illustrate all of that on the cover art as well.

LIPOMA: GOREGRIND from the one Doc band off a new split with GORUPTED. Just vile rotten pathological minded creep music. The sort of stuff you want to hear but you kinda wonder about the people who recorded it. What are they up to? Suitably rotten cover art by Maite Foucher of the "split" on the head.

SHANK: This band gets right to it with the aggressive DEATH METAL/HARDCORE riffs to have you moshing all the way to YUMA, AZ. PRISON HELL GOON SHIT traps us in a wall of crushing groove. I usually hate the all capitals olde english font but it works well on this cover art.

PARADOX RIFT: You want more DEATH METAL out of Cleveland, OH? Here it is and then some! Vocals sound particularly unhinged at times which to me is a PLUS. Get filthy by association.

Soak up the filth, That you don’t want to take in. Rip off the flesh, that you deeply abhor… soak… seek to destroy.

CAVERN WOMB: Philadelphia four piece playing DEATH METAL in the "old school" style of bands like DEMILICH and TIMEGHOUL. This is a track off the upcoming May release of their first "debut" album. Lovely cosmic pink goo monster cover art by @shoggoth_kinetics.

DEPLORABLE: Closing out the mix this week with some DEATH/DOOM/SLUDGE METAL from Costa Rica. Just the absolute best in FEEL BAD MUSIC for us all. Sick and heavy tunes to blow out your speakers with!

Nothing like indulging a little death on yourself to make you feel alive.

THAT'S ALL THIS WEEK! THANKS FOR CHECKING OUT METAL WITH ME AND BE BACK NEXT TIME TO PLAY IT LOUD!!!

THE GRIND - 4/26/24 MIX (TANKS OF TURGIDITY)

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[sungbeam]

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.

wolf shifter!jeno x human!reader x vampire!jaemin

▷ 1.3k words, like two curse words, possessiveness

▷ twilight au; recommended, but not required readings: i know what you are / stay away from him

a/n: dedicated to bestie @tayunji for the locker escapade hehe; the following event occurs some time after "i know what you are", but not directly after

"LN YN." The voice boomed through the school corridor, and your peers scrambled to jump out of the way of the vampire who was bulldozing his way through them, houses to a wrecking ball. 

You, of course, kept walking. Earbuds blasted the newest EXO album in your ears, and you could hardly care who was calling your name when Baekhyun was crooning sweet words to you. Plus, you had an inkling as to who it was, mostly by the way the hair on the nape of your neck stood up. 

"Yn," Na Jaemin's voice was right next to you, a blurry mass of black and red leather. His hand gripped your bicep and tugged you backward, then shoved you against the nearest row of lockers as if you weighed nothing more than a doll. 

You trained all of your control in maintaining a bored face as Jaemin stared you down, absolute irritation making his eye twitch. You focused on the sound of the music in your ears, watching Jaemin's mouth move with words that wouldn't register to you. 

"Listen to me," he said. You gave no indication of such a thing. His nostrils flared in annoyance, hand bracing against the locker right by your head. He leaned in close to your ear and tugged the bud out by the wire. Your scent flooded his nose, and made his heart do cartwheels, made his voice husky. "Are you gonna be annoying or can we do this the easy way?"

The lack of proximity between you and him, along with the way his warm breath tickled your neck and shell of your ear, had you blushing an embarrassing shade of red. A slow, content smile appeared on Jaemin's face at this reaction. "There she is. Hi, sweets."

"There are better ways to get my attention," you stammered, hoping he didn't see how awkward you were being. This was quite the… compromising position. There was hardly any room between your body and his, your face and his. Any sudden movement would send him straight at your—

Jaemin hummed absentmindedly, twirling a strand of your hair around his index finger. "I like this way more. Well," he lifted a brow at you, "except for the part where you were ignoring me. I don't like being ignored, sweets. I hope you know that."

"We can't always have what we want," you quipped in response, not meaning for it to mean anything more than this situation; however, based on the shift in Jaemin's demeanor, you had a feeling that it meant a lot more to him. It reminded you of that one time you said "sucks to suck" to Jeno, and he had winced. It had taken on a whole new level of meaning since then. 

The vampire sighed, your hair falling from his fingers. "I need to talk to you about… what happened."

Ah, so that was what this was about. Annoyance pricked at your conscience. "I don't need you making excuses for him—"

"No, that's not it," Jaemin interrupted, firmly, earnestly. "I don't make excuses for the mutt ever." 

"Then what do you need to talk about?" You were already hurt by the whole situation. How could your best friend since childhood, Lee Jeno, lie to you your entire life? Not only was he a wolf shifter or whatever, but you were also his… mate? You still couldn't wrap your head around the whole thing, but you felt like your brain was about to combust along with your patience. 

Jaemin's expression softened. He could scent the emotions waging war inside your head. "I'm sorry that you had to find out that way."

You avoided his eyes, opting instead to stare at the glossy linoleum floor of the school hallway. "Why would he hide that from me? I mean, being mates—should that not be the very first thing you tell someone?"

He clenched his jaw, using his finger to tip your head up to him. "If you were mine? Yeah, I'd make sure you knew as soon as you met me." 

A flame bursted somewhere in your heart, your soul, your body. You couldn't doubt the tug between the two of you anymore. If you were mates with Jeno, why did you feel like this with Jaemin? 

Then his hand dropped again, went up instead to run through his dark hair. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to tell that there was something else plaguing his mind. "That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about."

"What is it?" You asked. Should you be worried? The conflict in his expression had you the slightest bit concerned. 

"Wouldn't you rather be mine than his?"

Your heart stopped for a split second in time, and in that moment of hesitation, a blurred figure barreled into Jaemin's side, knocking him across the corridor from you. 

"And here I thought you would listen for once, Na." 

A terrible feeling sunk in your gut once you recognized Jeno's back in front of you, guarding you—or rather, blocking you—from Jaemin. Again. Déjà vu, much? There was that sharp pang of fear in your chest at just the thought of what might occur again. "Jeno, don't do this—"

"Yn, I can't just let him pull that shit with you!" Jeno whirled around, both pleading and fire in his eyes as he beheld you. He looked like utter shit with purple bags hanging under his once carefree eyes, hood thrown over his head. Had he gotten any sleep since he confessed his secrets to you? "Please, you have to understand how complicated this is."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Jaemin lean back against the opposite wall of lockers, his arms braided across his chest, looking on with a distinctly blank expression. A crowd had gathered in the hallway now, whispers and gossip running rampant like a disease. You hated it, hated seeing these two come to conflict again. 

"Jeno," you said carefully, hands holding his shoulders so he looked straight at you, "I can't understand if you don't tell me what's going on."

A growl shook the earth beneath your feet as Jeno flung an arm in gesture toward Jaemin. "What's going on is that he's trying to take you away from me—"

Jaemin rolled his eyes, but a lazy smile curled onto his face. "Not trying; succeeding."

You just barely put yourself in front of Jeno before he pounced on Jaemin with teeth bared and snapping. His weight would have toppled you over alone if Jeno hadn't snaked an arm around your waist to keep you upright. You shoved a finger at Jaemin's chest. "You—stop provoking him and shut up, for God's sake!" 

Jaemin lifted his hands slowly in surrender, but there was still that glimmer of amusement and something else in his eyes. 

You turned to Jeno now, who's eyes were slowly darkening like that doomed day you confirmed that your friendship would never be the same. "And you, calm down. No one's taking me away from anyone. Don't let his words get into your head. Jeno Lee, look at me."

Jeno turned eyes to you instead of glaring daggers at Jaemin. You could already see him try to shake out of whatever alpha instinct was threatening to take over his brain. "I'm okay—I'm fine now," he said, releasing a shaky breath. "I'm sorry that you have to deal with my shit, Yn." He ducked his head like a scolded child, his teeth gritting as if he was holding himself back from pushing you aside and dealing with Jaemin himself.

You exhaled, relieved. "It's okay."

Jeno sulked, and like the sucker you were, you wrapped your arms around him. You let him tuck his face into your neck, nuzzle his hair, his face, his scent all over you. You could feel your heart speed up in your chest and you wondered if this was what it was supposed to be like to have a mate.

Is it really okay though? A voice asked in the back of your mind. How long did he take to tell you the truth? And even so, he never justifies his behavior nor his actions to you. He's an alpha; they don't think to explain themselves.

There was that prickling feeling at your conscience again, the feeling of the hair at the nape of your neck rising. You shifted your attention to Jaemin, who hadn't moved from that spot against the locker. "If you have something to say to me, do it out loud."

Jaemin simply shrugged. You thought you recognized the shadow falling over his face as he replied stiffly, "Just that I will always tell you the truth."

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[emotionallywreckd]

LOST AND ALONE

PART 1 OF 3

SUMMARY: Who knew, a mere stranger could become someone so important.

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, anxiety, depression

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Reader

AUTHORS NOTE: i love my bby peter I just want him to have everything but I hope you enjoy!!! it has some major angst but also some fluff with my bb peter

WORD COUNT: idk (not edited, will fix later)

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The world around you felt so small, it was suffocating you. It took almost every ounce of your damaged and broken mentality to pick yourself up everyday. Dreading to even wake up, but it was better to be there rather than at home, shall you even call it a home.

Every night, it would be filled with constant yelling, stuff being thrown and doors being slammed. Blasting music into your ears didn’t seem to do any help as it was so loud, all your neighbors would complain. Calling the cops wasn’t enough, as their past visits seems like nothing.

At school, at least you felt like you were safe. You were in your own space, no one really bothers the weird kid sitting alone at the lunch table. And that didn’t bother you, being alone felt nice. It gave you room to breathe.

You sat at one of the tables in the cafeteria, slowly eating bits and pieces of your lunch as you read your book. Music just pumping into your ears. You were so lost in your own world you hadn’t noticed someone in front of you repeating your name.

“Uhm, Y/N?” Peter Parker stood in front of you with his sidekick Ned Leeds, holding their tray. Your eyes trailed over to the two.

“Yeah?” You replied, a bit confused. You knew the two of them, the two were you in your philosophy and chemistry class but you guys weren’t close, you would say acquainted but that’s it. The two were almost inseparable.

“Your bag fell, some of your papers and books were scattered, so I and Ned picked it up.” He replied handing over a pile of papers from your bag with several books in hand.

“Oh shit really?” You sighed as you looked towards your bag and as they say, it was, it had fallen. “Thanks.” You mumbled as you grab the paper from them.

Peter’s eyes scanned a few of your papers and noted that you liked to write. “Yeah, it was no problem.” Peter smiled back.

You looked at me and smiled as the two of them turned back around and headed towards another table until you can hear Ned whispering no so quietly.

“Let’s sit with her! I always see her sitting by herself and she’s always helping us out during class- you asked her for answers to the philosophy homework like five times Peter!” Ned whispered.

You giggled softly to yourself, they probably thought you weren’t able to hear them but it was quite the opposite.

“Okay yeah, but like I know she likes to be alone.” Peter replied, aware of who you were.

“You guys can sit here if you want, or don’t. It’s really no big deal.” You replied back giggling. “I don’t bite.”

Ned and Peter looked at each other, eyes staring each other down as if they were blaming each other for not whispering quietly. “Yeah sure!” Ned replied happily.

As the two of them sat down, Ned noticed something your pencil bag. It was a polaroid photo of you and your brother, next to a Millennium Falcon Lego set. “No way! You have one of those!” Ned smiled cheerfully.

You looked over to what he was talking about and you smiled. “Yeah, it was my brother. Me and him were obsessed with Star Wars and I bought that for him like two Christmas ago.” You replied looking happily at that memory.

“No way, that’s so cool. I’ve been nagging Peter to help and build that thing with me.” He replied.

Peter hadn’t known much about you better yet you had a brother. But as he listened to you talking about your brother, he felt some sort of sadness behind those memories and he wasn’t brave enough to ask about it.

“I-I didn’t know you liked Star Wars.” Peter smiled, learning something new about her.

“Yeah, I’m big nerd. I have all the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit books plus the films. Also, I have read almost all of the Game of Thrones books.” You replied nonchalantly, for some reason you felt comfortable just spilling out information about yourself.

“You like the Hobbit too!” Ned cheered. As if he found another version of Peter in front of him. “You and Peter are so much alike.” He pointed out.

Peter looked at him, “Well..” he uttered.

You smiled, “That’s cool.”

Peter laughed awkwardly, he wasn’t good at making conversations, better yet with someone like you, someone he felt sort of comfortable with yet so awkwardly uncomfortable with. It was hard to explain but he always felt like you were a person that would be cool to have around. Peters eyes darted towards your arm as you moved your sweater around. He noticed some bruising and cuts.

He wanted to ask if everything was okay but he knew it wasn’t his place to ask.

“We’ll thanks for hanging out with me during lunch but I gotta head towards Mr. Ford’s class for some early test prep. Coolio!” You exclaimed. You sat up and grabbed the rest of your books and threw your plate of lunch and waved goodbye to the two boys.

You bit your lip as you said your goodbyes, in all honesty you weren’t heading towards Mr. Ford’s class, but you were heading home. It wasn’t ideal but you always had to go home early. Your counselors already knew what was happening and knew you would be able to catch up on your school work, so they allowed you.

_

As you headed home towards your building, you inhaled deeply and headed inside. “Mom? Dad?” You called out.

You expected some sort of response but instead you got silence. You questioned as to why nobody else was home but didn’t want to prude. You walked towards you room and payed on your bed. At least they’re not home. You thought to yourself.

The silence in your room, the sound of the air conditioning buzzing through your room, it was so quiet. It was something you weren’t used to. You had tried to stop yourself from thinking overall before a lump in your throat started to grow even bigger. And before you knew it, you exploded in tears and in relief.

All the moments, all the memories and all the things that had happened in this tiny apartment of yours slowly came crawling back. You hadn’t thought about him for while, but today your heart ached as you remembered him, who he was.

They blamed you for his death, they blamed you for ever existing. Their eyes always looked at you filled with hatred. They have wished you dead lots of times. And your heart ached because what if they were right?

Your eyes were filled with tears and it almost felt like you couldn’t breathe. Was it a panic attack? You’ve had them before but it was never this bad.

You rushed towards your window and opened it as fast as you could as you let out a breathe, slowly inhaling and exhaling to calm yourself down. It had taken you a couple of tries but you had managed to calm yourself down.

You laughed at yourself like a psycho, it would’ve been nice to have someone here right now, you thought to yourself. But, no one was there and I don’t think anyone would ever be. You were all lost and alone.

You closed your eyes and sighed, “Looks like it’s just you and me lil buddy.” You cooed at your cat who laid herself next to you. “Thank you, for being with me at least.” You sniffled

What you hadn’t noticed, was someone just a building away, sitting on the rooftop, listening.

_

Peter hadn’t been on to listen to conversations that he wasn’t apart of, but as he swung across the city and felt a sense of danger he just went and headed to that direction and found it odd that he spotted you outside your window.

Peter could hear her heart beat racing and her sniffles. Was she in pain? He wanted to just go over there and see if everything was okay but wouldn’t it have been weird that Spider Man is outside her window. So he waited, with Edith on standby with emergency just in case.

He watched as she cried and his heart broke, it was so different, you were so different what he sees around school. He found you someone who just smiled and didn’t think of anything negatively. You were always just in your own space, you didn’t show any ounce of sadness, you were just you. Happy and always lending a hand. So when he spotted you, in the brink of falling apart, all he ever wanted to do was just hold you. You had looked so fragile and in his heart he knew you were not okay.

Inside your room, you were sitting by your window as you rested your head on the side of your table. As your cat laid beside you.

“Hey, I know can’t talk back but thank you, you’re always just there comforting me unknowingly. I’m sorry you have to hear all that stuff.” You choked. “You don’t deserve this.” Tears were yet again falling.

Peter could hear everything you were saying as he moved closer to your building, just a few floors above you as he sat on the fire escape stairs.

“I’m sorry that I disappointed everybody, I’m sorry I’m not him, I’m sorry that you had to lose him and end up with me. I wish… I wish it was me that had left, not him. Then maybe.. just maybe it would’ve been different.” You sobbed.

Peter had to stop himself from lunging into your window and to stop himself from just shouting that, no you are not a disappointment and that you are important. It took so much of him to stop himself.

“Hey munchkins, you think somewhere other, someone cares?” You asked your cat sadly. She purred as you rubbed her belly. “You’re the only I have you know that buddy.” You smiled sadly.

Peter, clumsy as he was even though he was spider man, his foot slightly slipped on the steps of the stairs which made a slight noise, it was quite but it could’ve been from all the way from your bedroom. And you did hear it.

You glanced towards the noise and fumbled with your rings, “I’m gonna put you over here just in case.” You spoke to yourself as you cared munchkins away from the window.

You slowly walked towards the window and peeked over slightly above you, and there you spot, a red and blue costume. Your eyes widened. Is that Spider-Man? You thought to yourself.

Peters eyes widened, he was seen and he hadn’t had a clue to what he should say to as why SpiderMan was just chilling above her room. Peter inhaled, “Uh… ha.. hey what’s up?” He spoke. Peter couldn’t believe that’s what he had said after everything else he could’ve started with, he was mentally face palming himself. Great! He groaned in his head.

“Uhm, hey Spider-Man?” You questioned. Out of all the things that could’ve happened, you found this hilarious and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

Peter was nervous, so nervous and for what? You didn’t know it was Peter behind that mask but Peter couldn’t help but feel nervous in front of you. He didn’t know why he felt this way.

“I was just swinging around the neighborhood- you know! As you friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!” He exclaimed happily. Oh god, Peter mumbled.

You laughed, this was the last thing you were expecting but oddly enough, it made you forget about what was happening in that dark old room of yours. “Okay friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, you probably heard what I was saying right?” You asked him.

Peter didn’t really know how to respond to this, better yet as Spider Man, but tried he did, “Just some parts. I was swinging around and I heard your heart beat racing.” He replied honestly.

So he did hear most of it, you thought to yourself. Well that’s just great, he knows I’m a nobody and a loser. You awkwardly laughed, “Ha..ha.. so how much of it did you hear? Oh god please don’t tell me you hear me crying.” You pleaded.

Peter laughed, and you looked up, eyes sparkling, that laugh- its as if you’ve heard it before.

“If I say no will that make you feel better?” He asked in response. And you nodded your head.

Your eyes squinted towards him, you knew he heard you, he must’ve been listening for quite a while but your heart softened at how he was trying to make you feel better.

You laughed softly, “No but don’t worry, I don’t hold grudges.” You simply replied.

Peter smiled at you, “I did want to ask… are you okay?” He asked.

This made you inhale sharply at the sudden question, are you okay is never a question that someone can answer easily better yet honestly, because honestly, even you had a feeling Spider Man wasn’t okay either. He’s a superhero, a lot of courage and kindness must be apart of it.

You slowly shook your head in response, the tears welling up. God why am I so soft, you asked yourself. “No… but I’d like to think I am.” You whispered softly.

Peter’s look at you softened. Seeing someone like him but so incredibly broken made him feel so many emotions, anger to those who made you feel this way, disappointment that it took him long to have the courage to speak to you.

“It’s my brother, ever since he died… everything was different.” You inhaled. “I mean my parents never really liked me nor cared for me. But my brother…. now they cared a lot for him. He was like the golden ticket in our family. You know, perfect grades, perfect life, and overall he was just a good person. He was the only one who treated me like his own.” You replied sadly, picking out your nails, heartbeat racing, not sure if you had gone more to say more.

Peter cursed at himself, he had known you for so long but it took him this long to finally have talked to you and he had wished he had sooner. “You’re a good person.” He replied.

You smiled softly, “Thanks. I’m glad I seem that way to someone. My parents constantly remind me that I’m just a person living in their house, not even considering I’m their daughter.” You sighed.

Spider-Man slowly walked down towards you, inching just a bit closer to you. “Why do you stay with them?” He asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t have anywhere else to go.” You didn’t, you practically have no relatives- or at least none that you know of. It was just always you and your family. If you could leave you would but then again, you’d just end up on the street. Cold and starving.

You thought to yourself, can’t believe I’m spilling out my whole life story to Spider-Man.

“I know it’s not much coming from me, but… you’re not alone. You have people that care about you, people that you probably didn’t think about that would. Like me for example!” He cheered.

“Thank you.. for listening. I mean, the last person I would think of to be listening about my life story was Spider-Man. No offense.” You chuckled at him.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled reaching out for his hand.

“Pe- Spider-Man.” He spoke nervously.

You looked at him oddly. “Yeah… hey, thanks for listening. I know you probably got some better crimes to fix, but thank you for staying.” You smiled nonetheless.

“Of course. If you’d like, I can swing by again sometime. Just to catch up with each other.” Peter suggested.

You raised an eyebrow, “Really?” You asked. Peter nodded his head.

“I’d love that.” You replied.

Peter’s sense we’re heightened as he hears a couple of sirens just a couple of blocks over and you noticed it as well. “You should go. Save some lives.” You chuckled.

Peter giggled and sprung out his web to the building over. “See you Y/N! I’ll talk to you later!” He shouted as he swang building to building.

You waved your hands goodbye and laughed to yourself. “Guess I’m not lost and alone after all munchkins.”

[hyetiny]

c// fem!reader, superhero reader, villain yeosang, lowkey enemies to fwb, top yeo, bottom reader, bodily scars + showing them to each other, mentions of violence, clubbing, drinking, dry humping, oral (f receiving), knifeplay, pain kink, choking, degradation, dirty talk, protected sex, yeo monster cock

please read the tags carefully, this may not be for everyone!

this is the longest thing i've ever written omfg. also i’m really proud of this, please don’t let it flop :’D

kang yeosang was the root of everything wrong in your life, you had decided.

he was like the annoying fly that wouldn’t stop buzzing around your ear on a hot summer’s day. no matter how many times you were certain that you had vanquished the city of the blight that was yeosang, the supervillain managed to come back unnoticed.

at this point, you were convincing yourself it was impossible to cease him from causing trouble. on shitty nights like this, you went down to the discreet nightclub, hidden away in a dark alleyway. whether you needed a good drink or a good fuck, the club was always there to provide.

“the usual?” the familiar bartender yunho asks, taking in your frustrated expression and slumped shoulders that he sees far too often. 

“yep, a slouchy susan.” you roll your eyes at the corny names yunho would come up with, your mind wandering to the silly names he must have had for the other patrons. it was always comforting to have a chat with the friendly bartender after a hard day - plus, you couldn’t deny he was absolute eye candy. 

“top it off, please.” you shift your glass back to him after downing it.

“put it on my tab, yuyu”. a familiar, deep voice comes from next to you.

you turn to see yet another unbelievably attractive man. he has blonde hair that grows just past his neck, his natural black roots starting to show through. from where you’re sitting on your rickety stool, you pick up on the hint of cologne that lingers on him. you’ve never seen him before, yet something about him seems eerily familiar, like you’ve seen him in a dream.

you shake off the feeling, instead deciding to chat him up.

“yuyu?” you giggle at his affectionate nickname for the barkeep.

“we go way back, it’s what his mother would call him when she’d drop him off to school. i guess it stuck”. the man smiles at you, visibly taking in your features and not breaking eye contact with you.

you’re taken aback by him, your heart thumping unusually fast for some reason.

“stop embarrassing me, yeo-”

the man clears his throat loudly. you must have missed something, because yunho immediately goes quiet and wordlessly hands your drinks - your “slouchy susan” and a whiskey for the man.

“so if he’s yuyu, what are you?” you ask him.

“you can call me ryusang.” he says.

“y/n”. 

the two of you lapse into easy conversation. you giggle at his lame jokes, and he does the same. you find common interests, funny anecdotes, blissfully letting the stresses of the day slip away with each word of the attractive ryusang.

soon enough, the dance floor grows crowded and the music gets louder.

“dance with me?” ryusang stands up, offering a hand. you take it gratefully, letting him drag you to the dance floor. it’s a mess of sweaty bodies, but you don’t care as you become part of it with ryusang. his hands find your hips, and you’re both falling into an easy rhythm, completely in sync with the trap music blasting from the speakers.

as expected, the space between you gradually gets smaller and smaller, until it’s practically non-existent. you’re shamelessly grinding against each other, joining the litany of couples who are completely up against each other. you pretend not to pay any mind to his noticeably growing bulge, instead deciding to tease him a bit by intentionally grinding up harder against him. this night was going right where you wanted it to.

“my place is near here.” he whispers right into your ear, making you shiver underneath him.

“then we’d better get out of here quickly, hm?” you say in response.

since you had both been drinking, you decide to take a cab to his place. the sexual tension is rife in the air. you deliberately, teasingly lay a hand on his thigh, oh so close to his crotch, his face glowing red as it clearly riles him up.

when you get up the flight of stairs up to his apartment, and he fumbles with the key for what feels like minutes, you’re all over each other. the first kiss you share is nothing but messy - all teeth and tongue, nothing but complete lust for one another. he’s gently guiding you towards his room, until your legs hit his mattress. you break the kiss, only for him to gently lay you down, straddle you, and get right back to sloppily kissing you.

he undoes the buttons of your blouse without breaking the kiss, impressively with one hand. he breaks the kiss once again to take in the sight of your newly exposed skin. his eyes engulf the expanse of scars on your skin, some older and some looking to be very much recent.

“who did this to you?” he whispers in what seems to be a mixture of awe and anger. hesitantly, he runs a finger across a thin line that spans from your lower belly to your ribcage.

“you did, yeosang.” you say, deadpan.

he pauses, his heart dropping to his stomach.  “excuse me?”

“did you think you were fooling me? seriously, why didn’t you pick a less obvious fake name?” you giggle. despite the vulnerable position you’re in, you clearly hold the upper hand, indulging in his shocked expression. you hadn't missed the bartender's obvious slip up of yeosang's name, and could never forget that deep voice of his that would always taunt you.

“you’re always screwing me over y/n. i didn’t think we’d end up like this”. he says as a smooth recovery.

you roll your eyes. “remember when you gave me this?” you tap at the scar. he shakes his head.

“two years ago. you were trying to get rid of all power in the city. i almost stopped you, so you pegged a knife right here.” 

“if i was trying to kill you, the knife would’ve stuck.” he says defensively. “you got away with a scratch, only because i wanted that.”

“well, thanks for not trying to kill me, kang yeosang. i’m flattered.” you say sarcastically. 

“well, you gave me something worse.” he strips himself of his shirt. to no surprise, his skin is similar to yours. a canvas for an array of marks and scars, most of which you recognize to be your own work.

you point to an especially long one on his collarbone. “that one was definitely me.”

“yeah, and it hurt like a bitch.” he says snarkily.

“well, now we’re both half naked.”

“nice catch.”

“well for convenience’s sake, we may as well get back to-”

his lips are on yours again, effectively shutting you up. you don’t protest - besides, it’s hard to when his tongue is in your mouth. 

what you don’t expect is the cold press of something against your throat, which then trails down to your collarbones. it isn’t pleasant, but not uncomfortable either. it’s sharp against your skin, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

yeosang begins to press open mouthed kisses against your skin, alongside what you now see is a familiar knife in his hand. you begin to feel more vulnerable underneath him, knowing he had complete power over you. yet somehow, you don’t feel afraid of the man who has your life in his hands.

he undoes your jeans, letting out a low whistle at the damp spot forming against your panties. the flat side of the blade presses against your clothed core, earning a whine for him.

"fucking touch me already". you say through gritted teeth, despising that your mortal enemy has you so needy for him.

"am i not already touching you?" he says with a shit eating smirk. fuck him, you think. but that was exactly what you wanted to do.

to your surprise, you hear the sound of fabric ripping, and a sudden cold against your core, as though-

"i liked those." you say frustratedly, finding yeosang pulling away the ripped remnants of your panties away from your core.

"you look far better without them." is all he says before licking an experimental stripe up your already wet hole, earning a breathy moan from you. you don't have it in you to be mouthy when his tongue continues to tease your labia, eventually meeting your clit in what is the most heavenly thing you've ever felt. all thoughts of how much you hate the man currently eating you out are out the window as the pad of his finger presses against your clit, his tongue messily lapping at your hole as if he was just licking for his pleasure rather than yours.

your hips subconsciously grind up in tandem with his tongue, earning small moans from him as well.

"so fucking wet. do you usually get this wet this quickly, or are you just that much of a slut for me?" he chuckles.

it takes every ounce of self control not to flick him on the forehead. the degrading name catches you off guard, yet somehow it makes your hole clench needily. besides, you want what's hidden under the confines of his black jeans far too much to be mean to him right now.

"just... just fill me up, yeosang."

"i like you like this." he says with a cocky smile. it gives you butterflies, even though you know it means nothing more than just a spur of the moment thought. "beg for me a little more, and i'll think about it."

oh, the urge to punch him in the face.

"fuck you."

"that's the plan."

you sigh in frustration. "kang yeosang, my mortal enemy, fill me up with your monster fucking cock until i can't think straight." you say sarcastically.

surprisingly, it's enough for him. it seems you weren't wrong when you said "monster cock" his cock far thicker and longer than any cock you had taken recently. or in general, for that matter.

he must notice the way you gape at it, giggling to himself.

"cond-" you start, but he cuts you off by leaning over to his bedside drawer.

he shuffles around before he finds what he's looking for, sliding on the first condom he finds and coating himself in lube for good measure.

"ready? are you okay?" he asks, lining himself up against your entrance.

you want to roll your eyes, but you know he's just looking out for you. you give him a nod, and it's all it takes for him to push, breaching your wet hole and filling you up perfectly. you can't stop the high whine that leaves your lips. it's embarrassing, but yeosang seems to enjoy it, groaning into your ear.

"you're so fucking tight. expected you to be all stretched out like the whore you are." he whispers into your ear, embarrassingly only making you clench more around him.

you barely need to adjust, needing nothing more than for him to ruin you. his hips set a steady pace, grinding oh so perfectly against you. the tip of his cock perfectly reaches that sweet spot inside you, earning a louder moan for him. you'd be embarrassed with what his neighbours must be hearing, but it's the last thing on your mind when you have such a perfect cock stretching you out.

"fuck, my perfect slut. so nice and tight around my cock, huh? it's like this pussy was made to take my cock." he growls, his thrusts only getting harder and sloppier the closer he gets to his high.

"o-only for you." you cry out, gasping as he fills you up impossibly deep, over and over again. the coil building up in your stomach only gets tighter when his fingers find your clit.

the breaking point is when his lips meet your collarbone, leaving more kisses and tiny bites here and there. the sensations all over are too much for you. you cry out when your orgasm hits you harder than ever before, leaving you breathless. your orgasm triggers his as well, indicated by the long, pleasured groan he lets out.

you can't do anything but catch your breath as he pulls out, taking off the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in the bin next to his bed.

"who knew that all it took was a good fuck to get you weak for me?" yeosang breaks the silence.

"shut up." you say weakly, still too breathless to properly argue back.

"maybe i will, if you make me."

needless to say, he keeps you up for a few more hours until you both fall asleep, the first rays of the sunrise peeking through the blinds of his window.

the next morning, you wake up groggy and exhausted, the drinks and activities from last night finally catching up to your body. to your disappointment, yeosang isn't there next to you, the other side of the bed empty.

of course, the asshole didn't have the decency to wait for you to wake up. reaching out for your phone, you find to your surprise that there's a sticky note on it.

“last night was fun, we should do it again. i've gone out to wreak havoc, so i know our paths will cross again soon anyway.” - your mortal enemy, kang yeosang <3

[leossmoonn]

Temptation

masterlist

pairing - silas x forbes,fem!reader

type - fluffy smut, angst

note / request - “can i request a silas fic where the reader is Caroline's lil sis and Silas likes to annoy her, and he likes her a lot. Then Care and Damon are always into protective sibling modes where silas is around y/n. So one day they catch y/n making out w him, and then theres a lot of banter again” this was really fun to write! im not gonna rewrite background info lol so make sure to read the request. also the timeline of events is a little fuzzy so i apologise if i make a mistake. enjoy :)

summary - damon and caroline find you making out with the enemy, who just happens to be silas 

warnings / includes - language, sibling fighting, steamy make out, sexual tension heheh, you’re in your senior year of high school, suggestive

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“Hello, doll face,” Silas greeted behind you.

You jumped at his voice, but quickly settled down. “Hey, Silas,” you said dully.

“Why the long face, princess?” Silas asked. 

“Because you’re here,” you said. “Oh, that’s so mean. You’ve hurt my feelings,” Silas pouted. 

“Well, I’m not supposed to be talking to you anyways,” you stated matter-of-factly. 

“Ugh, you are such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, but annoying. Why not break the rules? I know you want to,” Silas said, leaning over the top of the couch, his face going right next to your’s.

You inhaled deeply, your heart pounding against your chest. You were attracted to him, no doubt about that, but if you even considered shaking his hand, Caroline and Damon would kill you. And you definitely didn’t want that.

“I can read your mind, Y/n. I know you want to kiss me, so go ahead,” he whispered. 

You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes wandered to the left. You got a good view of his lips, which made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It was so tempting to close the gap between you two, but you knew better than that. You turned your head the other way, standing up from the couch. You packed up your school work, deciding to leave the Salvatore house and go to your own. 

You were at the Salvatore house because Damon had offered to help you with your history homework. You took the offer and you two had been studying for a few hours. He had left you for 30 minutes to go and get you two lunch. In those 30 minutes, Silas had wandered into the house, looking for you. 

You pulled out your phone, texting Damon to go to your house instead of back to his. 

“Where are ya going?” Silas asked. 

“Home,” you mumbled, keeping your head down and walking to the front door. 

Silas stood in front of the door, making you look up at him with an annoyed frown. 

“Please let me go,” you said. 

“No, I’d rather see you beg,” Silas smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Please. Damon is waiting for me at my house with food.”

“Oh! Well, why don’t I just go with you, then? I’d love to see Damon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you chuckled. “Why not? I can just pretend to be his brother! I’ve fooled lots of people already,” Silas smiled. 

“I think Damon will notice. Especially if I’m there,” you said.  “I’ll just sneak in then,” Silas suggested. 

“No, Silas! I just want to go home alone. Leave me alone,” you said sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. You went to push him out of the way, but his hands grabbed ahold of your wrists. His strong grip made goosebumps rush up your forearms.

Silas couldn’t help but smirk. You rarely ever had outbursts. He thought it was incredibly sexy and cute when you put your foot down. Especially when it pertained to him. 

“You are so adorable when you’re mad. You're so small, too. I can’t help but not take you seriously,” Silas chuckled. 

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You masked your embarrassment by groaning and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Just let me go! Please. I’m hungry and tired and really need to study for my test.”

“What is your test over, anyways? History? Cause if so, I could help you out. I bet I know more than Damon,” Silas said. 

“No thanks, bro, she’s all taken care of,” Damon said from behind Silas. 

“You tattled that I was here! So naughty of you,” Silas glared at you playfully. 

“Step out of the way, Silas. Otherwise I will snap your neck,” Damon sneered. 

Silas sighed. “Fine! I’m only obeying because I want to kiss you before I die.”

“Fat chance of that. C’mon, Y/n. I got you a burger and those onion rings you like,” Damon said.

“Thanks, Damon,” you smiled gratefully at him. 

“See you later, doll face!” Silas called out as you walked to your car. 

“I’m sorry about him. I should make you the owner of the house,” Damon said. 

You shrugged, “It’s alright. He would never actually hurt me.”

“Well, we don’t know that,” Damon said. 

“Yes, we do. Sure, he might threaten to kill me sometimes, but his liking for me trumps any chance of him killing me. I don’t fear him, he’s just extremely annoying,” you said, getting in your car.

“Agreed,” Damon said. 

You two drove to your house, eating lunch and studying for a few more hours. Caroline and Elena then came home, talking to you and Damon about a party at the Grill. 

“Can I come?” You asked. 

“Um, yeah, sure,” Caroline nodded. 

You smiled excitedly. You barley went to any of these parties. You usually were at home studying or hiding away in your house because Caroline and Damon were always worried for you, but Caroline figured that since she and Damon and everyone else would be there, they would be able to protect you. 

So you took a quick shower and got ready for the night. You put on ripped jeans and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with a jean jacket. You put on heeled boots and put on some silver jewellery, as well as lined your eyes with eyeliner and painted your lips red with lipstick.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Elena exclaimed as you walked out of your room. 

“Thanks, Elena,” you smiled at her. 

“No, go change,” Caroline said. “Why?” You frowned. 

“Because Silas could be there and that outfit would tempt him even more,” Damon explained. 

You rolled your eyes. “So when Klaus was here, Caroline could wear anything, but I guess since I’m younger and a human, I can’t? That’s so unfair.”

“She’s right, guys. I hate Silas as much as you two, but let her dress how she wants. We’ll be there to protect her. Plus, if Silas thinks she’s hot, then good for her. She is,” Elena agreed with you. 

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiled. 

“Ugh, fine! But no drinking, okay?” Caroline said. 

“Ay, ay captain,” you said. You four went out to Elena’s SUV, driving to the Grill. 

Loud music blasted into your ears as soon as you stepped inside. You smiled as you saw everything dancing and having the time of their life. 

“Shots?” Caroline suggested. 

“Hell yeah!” Elena squealed. 

“Iced tea for you, Y/n?” Caroline asked. “Yes, please,” you nodded. 

“Alright, you guys go to the pool table. I’ll be back,” Caroline said. 

“Where is Stefan?” You asked, looking around the bar and walking to the pool table that was conveniently empty. 

“Right here!” 

You turned around, smiling once you saw Stefan in a grey shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. You went to hug him, but Damon stopped you. 

“Ah, ah, ah. How do we know it isn’t Silas?” Damon asked. 

Stefan rolled his eyes. He pulled out a blood bag from his pocket, taking it and drinking it quickly. 

“Alright, alright, we know it’s you. Cool it on the blood, brother. Don’t want to go into a bloodlust,” Damon said, taking the empty bag and throwing it in the trash. 

“Well, I don’t really know how else to prove I’m not Silas,” Stefan sighed. “Can I get that hug now?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. 

Between everyone else, Damon and Stefan were your best friends. They were like the brothers you’ve never had, protecting you and teasing you whenever they felt like it was necessary. You hadn’t seen Stefan in a while since he was found in the safe, but you were glad to see he was okay. 

“Glad to see you’re okay, Stef,” you said, pulling back. 

“And I’m glad to see you haven’t fallen victim to my doppelgänger,” Stefan smiled. 

Caroline came back with shots, pleasantly surprised to see Stefan. 

“Stefan! You’re here! Oh, my God the whole gang is here!” She squealed, putting down the shots and engulfing Stefan is a big hug. 

“I’m excited to be here, too. This is the first time I’ve really gone out for fun. I hope nothing goes wrong,” Stefan joked. 

“Well, if any of you spot Silas, make sure to not let him get close to Y/n. We don’t know what he could do to her,” Caroline said.

You rolled your eyes at her concern, but didn’t say anything. You knew it would end up with you two arguing and that was the last thing anything wanted. Forbes were very controlling and heated when they got angry.

You took your tea and sipped on it as Damon downed the first shot. 

“Wait, are we playing in teams?” You asked. 

“Yeah, which one do you wanna be one? Damon and I’s?” Stefan asked. 

“Definitely yours,” you said. “Oh, what! You know I win all the time,” Damon said. 

“Yeah, but when you lose you get so mad. It’s hilarious,” you giggled.

“True, it is cute,” Elena smirked. 

Damon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You two are so annoying.”

You smiled and played with your friends for a little while. It came to a time where everyone was too tipsy to where they could barely walk, so you were in charge of getting the drinks. Damon and Caroline, despite being pretty much drunk, stayed close behind you. 

“Hey, Matt,” you smiled at the boy working behind the bar. “Hey, Y/n! Let me guess, more shots and another iced tea?” He asked. 

“You guessed right,” you chuckled. 

“So, how is school?” He asked. 

“Pretty good. History is kicking my ass, per usual. It’s weird because I’m surrounded by history buffs,” you said. 

“Well, I know you have Damon helping you, but Stefan is a lot better at tutoring, in my opinion. I know he’s been having a rough time, though,” Matt said. 

“He has, which is why I should be your tutor,” Silas smirked next to you. 

You jumped slightly, surprised to see him there. You looked at him, seeing him wearing a dark navy shirt and jeans. Your eyes stared at his biceps and his strong, broad shoulders. Once you noticed him smirking at you, you looked back to the drinks Matt was filling. 

“Now I get the silent treatment? C’mon, not fair,” Silas whined.

“You shouldn’t be here, man,” Matt said. 

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about, it huh?” Silas taunted, looking at Matt with narrow, menacing eyes. 

Matt rolled his eyes, putting the tequila shots and your drink on a tray and handing them to you. 

“Thanks, Matt,” you smiled.

You took the tray, ready to turn around and walk away from Silas. He put his arm up, planning to grab your arm to stop you, but Caroline and Damon used their vamp speed to push him back. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Caroline sneered. Veins were circulating under her eyes and she bared her fangs. 

Silas smirked, not at all fazed. “Oh, please, I could kill both of you so fast, you couldn’t have chance to say bye to Y/n. Now, let me go, Damon.”

Damon’s grip on Silas’s arms tightened. “Not a chance. We’re going outside and I’m gonna make sure you are far away from here.”

Damon then took Silas to the exit, Silas looking back at you and giving you a wink. Caroline groaned in disgust and took the tray away from you. 

“You okay?” She asked. 

“I’m fine, Care! He wasn’t going to hurt me,” you glared at her. 

“You don’t know that! Why are you defending him? Doesn't he annoy you?” Caroline asked. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end, alluding to something else.

Caroline stared at you intensely, gasping once she put the pieces together. “You… You like him? Ugh, why! He’s a monster.”

“I don’t like him! God, why is that always your first assumption?” You asked.

“Because you obviously are having physical reactions to him. We all see the way you look down in shyness when he flirts with you, and we can hear your heart racing. We just hoped you wouldn’t give in,” Caroline sighed. 

“I’m not! I don’t like him in any way, okay? Just because I defend someone doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”

“That’s what you always say! You need to get rid of those feelings, Y/n. He’s not a good person.”

You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing roughly. “I’m going to the bathroom to cool down. When I come out, you better not say anything else about me liking Silas.”

You spun on your heels, storming off to the bathroom. You washed your hands, putting them to your forehead to cool yourself down. 

“Feelings for Silas, please,” you scoffed to yourself. 

“She’s right. I know it, you know it. Everyone does.”

You looked in the mirror, jumping once you saw Silas behind you. You turned around quickly. 

“H-How did you get in here?�� You asked.

“I knocked Damon out,” he shrugged. 

“What?! Is he okay?” You asked. “Yes, he’s fine. I know that you would hate me if I killed one of your friends,” he said.

You sighed, “I have to go. They’re waiting for me.” You went to the door, but Silas once again blocked the entrance. 

“You gotta be quicker, Y/n. Someday you might find yourself in real trouble,” Silas smiled down at you. 

“You are real trouble,” you retorted.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true. If I was then you’d be screaming for your life. But you’re just standing there, looking so incredibly kissable,” Silas said, shamelessly looking at your lips. 

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you looked down to hide your face. “No, I just don’t want to make a scene,” you mumbled. 

Silas put his hand on your chin, making your eyes meet his. “While that is true, you also having feelings for me.”

You stepped away from him, his hand falling to his side. “I don’t. You’re evil and cheated on your girlfriend. No girl wants to be with a guy like that.”

“Elena practically cheated on Stefan emotionally, you’re still friends with her,” Silas stated. 

You furrowed your brows, not sure what to say back. He was correct, but you knew that wasn’t the point. You needed to get out of there otherwise Caroline and Damon would freak out. 

Silas walked towards you slowly, like you were his prey that he was stalking. You turned around, not wanting to look at him. Silas grinned, seeing as his plan would work out even better now that you were facing the mirrors. 

He put his hand on your bare arm, dragging his fingertips up your skin. 

“I’m so glad you took off the leather jacket. Your outfit looks so much better without it,” he murmured. 

You immediately froze. Your eyes were glued to the two of you in the mirror. You watched as his hand went up to your shoulders, pressing down lightly on your muscles. 

“Shouldn’t you be running, Y/n?” Silas asked, moving. your hair out of the way so he could get a better view of your neck. 

You knew you should, but his touch felt so good. It weirdly calmed your nerves down, but also made you flustered as hell. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay in this bathroom and let him take you. Silas smiled at your thoughts, lowering his lips down to your shoulder. 

“I can totally take you right here if you want,” he whispered, his lips making contact with your skin. 

You inhaled sharply, finding yourself stumbling back into his chest. His other arm went around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Your skin is so soft, doll face,” he said while kissing up your neck. 

You watched him in the mirror, your stomach doing flips. Your legs felt weak and heat gathered in between your thighs. You had honestly wanted to kiss him this whole time. You decided a few more minutes in the bathroom couldn’t hurt. 

So you turned around, crashing your lips onto his. Silas smiled as you kissed him, his hands trailing down to your legs. He lifted you up with ease, taking you to the sink and placing you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running themselves through his hair. 

“Silas,” you breathed out as you felt his hands on your thighs, going higher and higher. 

“You like that, princess?” He hummed, his fingers going higher until they reached your clothed entrance. He pulled away, grinning and looking you in the eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, pulling his face close to yours roughly.

Your lips collided again, your heart and brain exploding. Kissing him felt like heaven.

Silas mirrored your neediness and put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You pressed your chest up to him more, your hands going down from his head to the bottom of his shirt. You lifted it up, Silas pulling away so you could pull it off of him. You sat back and admired his abs and muscles, excitement growing in between your thighs. 

You dove down to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Your hands explored his chest, tracing along his prominate abs. Silas breathed heavily into your ear, groaning as you found his sweet spot. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he panted. 

You smirked against his skin. Before you could put your hands on his belt, the bathroom door burst open. You saw Caroline and Damon standing, eyes huge and mouths agape. 

“What the hell!” Caroline shrieked. 

Your eyes widened and you pushed Silas away from you, getting off the counter. 

“Really, Y/n? You pick him to make out with in the bathroom?” Damon groaned. 

“It is just happened,” you shrugged sheepishly. 

“Yeah, she’s a really good kisser,” Silas smirked. “I never would have expected it since she’s shy and all, but man, she is wil-”

“You shut the hell up. And you,” Caroline pointed to you. “Are going home. now.”

“He wasn’t hurting me, Care,” you said. 

Caroline looked at you two incredulously. “You’re making her say this! You pressured her, didn’t you!” She pointed to Silas. 

“He’s not! I was the one who kissed him first,” you admitted. “Yeah, but I helped a little,” Silas smirked. 

Caroline made her vampire face and lunged at Silas, to which Damon pulled her back. 

“Alright, blondie, why don’t you take Y/n home and I’ll deal with Silas, okay?” Damon said. 

Caroline huffed and nodded, grabbing you by the arm roughly. 

“We’ll continue another time, doll face!” Silas exclaimed. 

“No, you will not,” Damon glared.

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happy WIP Wednesday! Here’s the first bit from my TUA summer camp AU!

All the counselors and staff were supposed to be ready to begin prep/training week by 9am on June 17th at Camp Umbrella in upstate New York. Herb was looking around the big circle in the center area of camp, where the campfire was, and he knew exactly what face was missing. The same face that always came 5-10 minutes late every year.

All the young adults were chit chatting with their friends, except for one young lady who was new. Outsiders were a rarity at camp. Most people started when they were 9 or 10 and either left immediately or stayed until they had to get a “real job.” Luther, who was standing next to his best friend Diego, and his on-again-off-again girlfriend, Lila, smiled at the girl kindly. She smiled back and walked over to him to stand next to him.

“Hi,” Luther said. “I’m Luther.”

“Sloane.”

“Is this your first summer here?”

Sloane nodded. “It feels like I moved to a new school or something,” she said, blushing slightly. “Everyone else seems to know each other so well.”

“Yeah, we do. Heck, I’d call Diego my brother.”

Diego, upon hearing his name, turned away from Lila and looked at them. “Ooo, new girl!” he said.

“Hey! Don’t get any ideas!” Lila cried.

“I was just sayin’! All I was thinking about is pulling some hazing pranks on her!”

“Don’t pay attention to them,” Luther whispered. “They’ve been like this since we were 14.”

Sloane laughed. “Aww. So, what year do you have?”

“I’m with 9M.”

“What?! I’m with 9F! That means we’ll probably have activities together, right?”

“Yeah! How awesome is that!”

Suddenly, the pair were interrupted by “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas being blasted somewhere near the entrance of the camp.

Luther broke into a smile.

“What?” Sloane asked.

“Klaus is back! I wasn’t sure if he’d be here this year or not.”

Everyone’s side conversations stopped, and looked towards the entrance of the camp. Sloane felt more than ever like she wasn’t privy to some special ritual. Who the hell was Klaus??

Even Herb and Dot, the director and assistant director who interviewed her a few months ago for this job, were looking the same way as the rest of the staff. Sloane looked that way as well.

The screech of tires pulling into a parking spot. The music suddenly stopped. Car door opened, car door closed and locked, footsteps coming up the path. He opened the gates to the camp, and then walked around the bend into the main area.

Klaus just looked like some guy to Sloane. Long wavy/curly brown hair, plus a goatee and mustache. He was slightly older than most of the other counselors (hence why his facial hair actually looked good). When he saw everyone looking at him he stopped walking and got a massive smile on his face.

“What? Is everyone waiting for me?” he asked facetiously.

“Of course everyone is waiting for you asshole! That’s why you arrived late!” Diego called back.

“Klaus! Come join the circle so we can start our morning meeting!” Herb called out. Klaus ran up squeezed in between a tall Asian man and the shortest guy on staff, who was wearing a gray hoodie in 80 degree weather.

After that, Herb took control of the meeting, welcoming everyone and setting about their schedule for the week. There would be get-to-know-each-other games for counselors from each age group, 9-11, 12-14, and 15-17 (Sloane saw some people scoff at that), cleaning, training for common situations, and generally preparing for the campers to arrive. Herb also introduced the rest of the leadership team. Dot: the Assistant Director, Agnes, the 9-11 supervisor, Hazel, thr 12-14 supervisor, Cha Cha, the 15-17 supervisor, and Pogo, the Activities supervisor. There was also Grace, the nurse.

Near the end of the meeting, the counselor next to Sloane tapped her arm, and then whispered in her ear “Klaus is throwing a party on Dead Man’s Hill on the 21st at 9. Pass it on.”

Sloane tapped Luther’s arm and passed it on.

“Oh yeah,” Luther whispered back. “Klaus always throws a party the Friday before campers arrive. It’s pretty crazy, I usually don’t stay long.”

“Oh. And where’s Dead Man’s Hill?”

“It’s up in the forest behind the camp.”

“Ah, ok.”

Luther turned and whispered the message to Diego, and Sloane went back to paying attention to Herb.

Tagging: @in-a-slanted-outhouse @conchshell and anyone else who wants!

[beomeli]

A normal October night || C.SB

Warning: mention of drinking, underaged drinking, mild swearing

Genre: Angst, unrequited love, heartbreak

Non-idol!Soobin X gn!Reader

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As the cold night of october settled with beautiful autumn leaves and quiet streets, one specific house didn't bother keeping the nice aesthetic at peace.

People were dancing, drinking, making out, all while loud music played in the background. They didn’t care about the complaining, they only wanted to make as much possible of their youthful days. Even though the house was fairly big, every space was crowded with drunk people having the time of their lives. Making the rooms feel small and claustrophobic. As for you, you were standing alone towards a white wall.

Your best friends had convinced you to come, and since one of them kept on insisting, you couldn’t do much but to agree. That one was Choi Yeonjun, an excited extrovert that always acted out on whatever came to mind, as for the other.. his name was Choi Soobin, the more quiet and calm one. Even though they were different personality wise, they complemented each other very well. Always seeming to get along and joke around, Yeonjun pulling stupid antics and Soobin laughing alongside. they were very good best friends. And they were your best friends.

Your first encounter with Yeonjun almost felt unreal. You being a first year and him being one year above, saw you quietly sitting alone outside the school building. you were eating your lunch by yourself next to the school gymnasium. And as he walked past you towards the gym, he couldn’t help but walk up and greet you.

Ever since that day you've been great friends. Even though you had different classes that also were on different floors you managed to hang out with him quite often. And after a few weeks Yeonjun introduced you to his so called other best friend. That person was Soobin. A freshman just as you, who was in a different class, hence why you hadn’t talked nor seen him before. But still, you fell for him, hard. Not only was he intelligent, funny and kind, he was extremely beautiful. His whole demeanor and appearance was breathtaking. You couldn’t help but take notice at his every feature, slowly ascending into a rabbit hole with nothing to stop you. The more you talked to him the more your love grew. And the fact that he actually saw you as his best friend made your heart skip.

You had hoped for this party to be a great time for you and your friends to dance and have fun. But as soon as you stepped through the wooden door and into the sea off people, you understood that, that wouldn't be the case. Yeonjun made his way towards the kitchen talking to his friend from other schools. Soobin on the other hand, awkwardly made his way towards the living room, trying to keep a low profile. You knew Soobin wasn’t very fond of parties, hence the biggest reason he tried so hard convincing you to come.

“Come on Y/N, I don’t want to take care of Yeonjun alone! Plus, I really like your company..” his words stuck with you, he enjoyed your company? He wanted to spend time with you? You couldn’t help but repeat his phrase in your head. Fixating on every word he said, happy that he wanted to have you around him.

You followed behind closely, trying to not bump into all too many people as the rooms were tightly crowded with all the drunken people. The smell of alcohol being unavoidable. Soobin found an empty wall and leaned towards it, inspecting everyone. While you closely snuck your way past all the people and also leaned toward that white wall.

The music was even louder, the atmosphere humid, as all the drunk sweaty people were jumping up and down to the music. But you couldn’t help but feel an comfortable aura as Soobin stood close to you, smiling a bit to himself. Your heart skipped a beat.

"It's not even 8 pm and people are already wrecked." You started casually, as you looked at all the drunk people roaming around, dancing.

"Yeah, And in about 20 minutes, Yeonjun will become one of them" Soobin answered, looking over at you with a small smile. You let out a chuckle at his funny remark, looking up at him and seeing that beautiful smile of his. Your cheeks felt warm as a smile crept up on your lips.

"Oh well, good thing there's two of us cause we all know that Yeonjun is a two-man-job" you replied, which made Soobin let out a little laugh. The beautiful sound ringing so perfectly in your ears.

"Yeah.." he looked back at the people, keeping that smile. Your heart skipped a beat, and slowly, you felt the urge creeping up on you. You wanted to confess. You knew confessing in a party with music blasting and people being all crazy wasn’t the most romantic, but you couldn’t hold back these feelings anymore. this was the time. You wanted to tell him how you felt.

"Soobin I have something to tell you.." you felt nervous, as your voice evidently shook a bit. your heartbeat speed up, as small sweat drops formed on your forehead. This was more nervwrecking than you thought.

"What is it Y/N?” the way he said your name so softly and how he kept that smile on his beautiful lips. You loved it.

Before you could continue your sentence, a sudden distraction occurred when someone accidentally bumped right into Soobin, falling head first into his arms. Quickly, he grabbed the person by the arms, trying to help the person in question finding their balance. Before you knew it, they looked up. She was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. You almost blushed when you saw her beautiful features complimenting her in every way.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" She was evidently embarrassed, her voice not sounding slurred or anything, she was probably a bit more on the sober side. She looked apologetic as she kept apologizing for literally launching at Soobin, but Soobin was kind. Giving her that dimpled smile and telling her that everything was fine.

"No it's okay!" Soobin quickly replied, he took a good look at the girl in front of him, even he looked stunned at her beauty, you noticed a small blush forming on his cheeks. You were paralyzed.

"I was just trying to get to the kitchen and suddenly someone came out of nowhere and pushed me.." the girls voice was soft, and she seemed so sweet. Soobin couldn't help but stare at her fondly, inspecting every bits of her. He was truly mesmerized.

You heart took a turn, this was the last thing you wanted. You confession directly flew out the door. There’s no way you could confess now. Maybe this was for the better..? Never had Soobin ever looked at you that way. You felt defeated.

"Don't worry. We all know being sober in a room with drunk people are bound to cause trouble." Soobin said, making the girl laugh.

"Yeah haha, they love coming out of nowhere.." She continued, and to that you were just watching intently as the girl and Soobin made conversation. It seemed so casual, like they've known each other their whole life. And you could see a faint blush on Soobin’s cheeks.

"My name is Soobin, and yours?"

"Yujin, nice to meet you Soobin" they shook hands, looking at each other with adoration. While completely ignoring you.

You couldn't handle the sight and slowly slinked your way out of the situation. Sure, meeting a new person is fine, especially if they seem as nice as her. But why did they have to ignore you? You were standing right there, watching their moves intently. Couldn’t you at least get a ‘hi’ or an introduction from soobin? No, your presence was too invincible.

You could feel tears pricking your eyes but you tried your hardest keeping them in. You didn't want to cause a scene and especially in front of Soobin. You didn’t come to this party for your own entertainment, you came to support Soobin. If he was happy without your company, then you had to accept it.

Slowly you made your way to a new bare wall, a bit afar from Soobin and Yujin, you could still observe them talking. And so you did, occasionally looking down at your phone and texting a few people. You wanted to go to Yeonjun but he was dancing crazy on the dance floor which you had expected. so you just decided to keep leaning towards that white wall. Luckily, you had your phone, you could distract yourself easily by playing on it for a few hours. Still, the growing feeling of sadness didn’t ease of your mind. You were disappointed to say the least, this was suppose to be a night you confessed. But everything changed so quickly, in a heartbeat.

As time ticked, Soobin and Yujin were still talking. for the first time in a long time, you looked over at them. surprised to see Soobin holding a red cup. When did he get that drink? I didn't even know Soobin liked alcohol.. You shrugged it off, knowing that Soobin is a responsible person and you were just too tired to even think straight.

Quietly, you tapped on Soobin’s shoulder, he looked down at you with surprise.

"Oh hey Y/N. What is it?" His voice was a bit harsh, as if he didn't want to get interrupted talking to Yujin at this time. It made your heart sink, you just wanted to get out of there quickly.

"Hey Soobin soo,” you paused and looked up at him more clearly, he was anticipating your sentence, clearly wanting to go back to whatever him and Yujin talked about. Eager to keep hearing whatever she had to say.

“..I'm really tired and I think I wanna go home now so.."

"Oh.." he didn’t know what else to say, but it was enough for you to understand that you would leave this party alone. You felt you hear crumble, tears pricking your eyes. He had promised to walk you home that night, since he knew it was quite a walk and being a Saturday night it might be dangerous. But now you knew that walking home together were no longer an option. You nodded and made your way out the crashed house, ascending into the dark streets of Seoul.

As soon as you had turned a block, tears fell down you soft red cheeks, and a quiet sobbing followed by that. Thinking back, it was good that you never confessed, cause it was obviously one-sided all along. It was clear that he liked Yujin. You couldn't stop feeling such pain in your chest as you thought back to that scene of him and her talking, just letting you stand by all alone. How he never once, looked over his shoulder to see if you still were there, or even hesitating when he noticed your small disappointed face when he waved you off. He said he enjoyed your company, and he’s suppose to be your best friend. How could one girl make everything change so drastically?

Now you were walking home, alone. Crying, freezing and heartbroken.

You were angry at Soobin for letting this happen, but also angry at yourself. For thinking that you even had a chance with him in the first place.

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Finally you came home without incident. You locked the door and slipped of you shoes before sluggishly making your way towards your bedroom. The crying had stopped now, but the depressive aura was still there. And so you fell onto your bed letting out a loud sigh.

After playing with your phone for almost 3 hours at the party, it was dead, so you plugged it in and made your way towards the shower. It was nice letting some steam off as you took your time in the warm shower.

You hair now wrapped around in a towel, along with you dressed in a pajamas. You made your way back towards the bed, reaching for your phone on the nightstand and turning it on. Your screen flashes the notification box, showing 5 missed calls and 11 messages from Soobin. You were chocked, why had he so desperately tried contacting you? Quickly you dialed him back.

He picked up immediately.

"Y/N! Aahh, Finally you picked up!” He sounded hysterical, but you heard how his voice tried calmed down, trying to compose his breathing again.

“Where are you? I thought we were going home together." Had he forgotten the whole ‘I want to go home?’ Conversation? This was ridiculous.

"Soobin. I told you that I wanted to go home and you just told me goodbye before continuing talking to that girl.. so I went home alone." You couldn't believe that he actually forgot that conversation because he was so invested in Yujin, which only made you more upset.

Soobin was quiet, probably trying to find his words. After a while, you could hear a tired sigh.

"I- I'm so sorry Y/N. God, I'm such an idiot. Please let me make it up to you.."

You could hear regret in his voice, he felt guilty for sure. but still that sourness didn't disappear,

"I can come over and we can watch a movie or have a sleepover.." you heard the desperate attempt to make his situation better but only silence fell from your lips.

"I don't think that's a good idea right now. I'm really tired so I'm going to bed but, but I guess I'll see you around." You were harsh in your tone, just like he was an hour ago. And to that you hung up before he could even answer you. For some it may seem harsh, but to you it felt like a good start to try forgetting him.

Cause you were now a 100% that being with him would never happen.

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Early morning came, and you felt the sun shining on your skin. It was a nice October morning, one that you’d have the urge to sit by a cafe and watch the beautiful autumn leaves flow by as the wind drifted them away. The apartment was quiet. And you comfortable woke up to the sound of the city waking up. As you made your way toward the kitchen, wanting to get started on some breakfast. The doorbell rang. Quickly you made your way to the wooden door. Turning the handle without checking who it was first.

"Soobin?" Was the first word that came out, you were chocked to meet eyes with your tall friend. He looked tired, had soft eyebags and messier hair, but he stilled looked stunning. You imagined if that would be how Soobin looked like waking up next to him. Feeling his soft skin and touches.

"Hey can I come in?" Soobin looked at you with sweet eyes while holding up a bag of snacks. You knew this was his way of redemption, trying to make it up to you.

Before you could answer Soobin spoke up again,

"Please, I really want to make it up to you.." his voice still calm, but showing so much emotions. And his eyes pleading with guilt. You couldn't resist him. You were close caving in, inviting him inside and letting him win over you once more. But you had to refuse,

"I'm sorry Soobin, but I'm busy today.." you didn't look up at him to see his reaction, but you noticed how he let out a loud sigh.

"Okay then.. well you can just call me whenever you're free." And with that he set the bag of snacks down and made his way from your door. You promptly closed the door behind him and sighed to yourself. You didn't want to reject him like that, but you also couldn't handle being so hopelessly in love with him. This the best way to dismiss your feelings, in better words. Stop loving him.

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"Hey Y/N! I’m waiting for you by the ice-cream store already!" Yeonjun’s positive tone made you feel better.

"Okay sure, I’ll be there in 10 minutes." A faint chuckle let out from your lips.

"Okay! Bye!" And to that you hung up the phone.

It has gone by a few weeks since that party. And your terms with Soobin wasn't the best at the moment. He had stopped trying to make it up to you, which seemed like a good thing, but he started seeing Yujin more and more. Apperantly they exchanged phone numbers and they've been going out together. Jealousy overcame you, you didn't want this to happen. But still, you can’t control how Soobin felt towards other, this was your problem to bare. Your selfishness was the reasoning for this. So you had to make up for it by yourself.

You quickly slipped on your shoes before heading out the door.

After a 5 minute walk you saw the mentioned Ice-cream shop that you and Yeonjun wanted to try out. Yeonjun stood outside the shop, tall and handsome, and along side him was... Soobin.

You cursed Yeonjun for not telling you that Soobin also were invited, you were in the middle of operation-forget-Soobin and it was impossible if Soobin was in your presence. You knew that as soon as you met his beautiful eyes you were bound cave in once more. But there was no turning back now, Yeonjun spotted you and loudly shouted for you to hurry. And so you did. Soobin looked at you, his eyes inspecting your every move. you could feel your heartbeat quicken. This was awkward, you haven't answered any of Soobin’s texts or phone calls and now you were on your merry way to meet him face to face.

"I'm so excited, I've been craving Ice-cream the whole day!" Yeonjun put his arm around you before happily entering the shop. It was a lot of people there, hence it being a new place. You stood at the queue and waited. Soobin was behind you. you could feel his gaze watch over you as you tried your best to ignore him. His presence was unbearable, and your heartbeat kept quickening.

Slowly he leaned closer to you and bent down towards your ear.

"You look nice today.." his tone was sweet and soft. Your breath hitched at his action. Dammit Soobin. You tried your best to continue ignoring him, instead looking over at Yeonjun and tried starting a conversation.

“Should I get Oreos or caramel as a topping?”

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After 10 minutes you all had finally gotten the ice-cream you craved and stood outside the shop in the nice October sunlight. Digging in immediately. Yeonjun enjoyed his ice-cream loudly, complimenting it every second he got. Soobin on the other hand was gentle and licked small portions, not making any sound at all. It impressed you that such different people can become such good friends.

There was an awkward silence between the three of you, which only you and Soobin noticed. Yeonjun was too invested in his ice-cream to even notice the tension you and Soobin had built up.

It was uncomfortable, feeling Soobin’s eyes pierce onto you, trying to get your attention. At this point you knew he was desperate for winning you back. He missed his best friend. But you didn't oblige, you kept the determination to ignore him and stared at the ice-cream, trying to wave off his intensive stare.

Yeonjun finished of his ice-cream with a loud sigh and looked at you with a big smile.

"Best mint chocolate ice-cream I've ever had!" He chuckled as he made his way towards the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked quickly, he pointed towards the inside and mumbled about tissues. Before you could intervene and follow him inside he closed the door behind him.

Making you and Soobin stand outside there all alone.

Curse you Yeonjun for being so ignorant, there's no way you can make it out of this situation without awkward tension.

You let out a loud sigh and looked down at the ground. Continuing to lick your ice-cream. Soobin was quiet, but he kept his stare. You just wanted this situation to end as quick as possible.

"Y/N, I know you're angry at me.. I know I screwed up.." he started, you could hear his voice cracking a bit. But you didn't dare to look up at his expression. You kept listening,

"But please, listen to me when I tell you that I am genuinely sorry. I miss you, you know.." his tone was desperate, he truly meant every word. You knew him long enough to know how he sounds like when he's at the point of breaking.. At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of neglecting everything you have inside your heart was breaking you slowly, and you just couldn't take it.

You were quiet for a bit, but you let out a small sigh before starting,

"Soobin, I just feel so betrayed and disappointed.. you left me.. because of this girl, like this new girl was more important than your.. best friend.." you sounded so selfish and pathetic as your strong voice ended with a quiet whimpering as tears prickled your eyes. Soobin looked confused, his lips were trembling, so were his hands. But slowly he reached out to your hand. His soft touch feeling your cold hand. He held onto it and started caressing it with his thumb.

"I am sorry.." his voice was low, and he cursed at himself for not giving you a better respond, but he didn't know what to say. For being such a cool headed guy, he never knew what to do in situations like these. When someone was deeply hurt and the reasoning for it, was him.

As he looked down at you, something in his mind wasn't adding up. He still couldn't put a finger down why you were so disappointed as you were. Sure, the situation at hand was not something to just look past, but your demeanor and reaction was a bit different for a thing like this.

"Y/N, I am truly sorry.. I'm sorry for leaving you, ignoring you and forgetting you.." you just nodded as a response, keeping your head low.

“I will never do that again, ever. You are so important to me, and I don’t want to hurt you again.” He once again sounded desperate, but you knew his words were genuine. He really did treasure your friendship. Before you could respond, he started,

"But I need to know.., is there something else that I've done towards you?" His question took you by surprise. You knew Soobin wouldn't be satisfied with nothing but the truth. So you opted the only option left, It was time to say it. Your voice was trembling, and you slowly looked up at his eyes, tears prickling at your own. Slowly you opened your mouth, wording.

"Soobin.. I'm in love with you.."

you voice was shaking, and your heart at this point was about to burst. His eyes widened at the statement, and he let go of your hand.

It fell quiet between the two of you, only the city ambiance filling the quietness between you.

Say something dammit.. this was nervwrecking. He was just staring at you with wide eyes, not expecting to hear such deep words coming from you. You couldn’t help but fiddle with your fingers, waiting and waiting for his answer.

Just say something! Anything..!

He was quiet, shocked. You couldn’t take it anymore. You spoke up, tears now falling.

"I know you don't like me back, because of the way you.. look at her, I just know.." Soobin was quiet, his mind was in chaos trying to register and analyze what you just said.

"I'm.. sorry.." his voice was trembling, just like yours. He once again cursed himself for not giving you a better answer, here you are spilling you heart out, being vulnerable. And all he could do was say sorry. idiot.

you gave him a small nodded, as a appreciative smile crept up on your lips. You were grateful that the answer was clear as day, and that you could finally move on. You backed away a bit.

"It was nice while it lasted, you were a good friend Soobin.. and I hope you treat her well.." you couldn’t be there anymore, there was no reason to keep seeing that face he made. He looked shocked, almost in disbelief. It was too much to bare.

you turned around and threw what was left of the ice-cream into the trash bin. Before quickly walking away, leaving Soobin alone. He knew following you was pointless, it would just make the situation at hand worse. But he couldn’t help but to feel guilt and regret creeping up on him. Why couldn’t he say what he really thought..?

Yeonjun finally came out after a couple of minutes.

"Sorry for making you wait so long, I went to the restroom as well soo.." he trailed off when he noticed that you had left.

"Where did Y/N go.? Did they also go to the restroom?” Yeonjun looked over at Soobin, who was now looking down onto the pavement.

"They didn't feel well and went home.." Soobin said, a very blunt and obvious lie. Yeonjun sensed it, but he didn’t want to further question, this wasn’t his business. A loud sigh escaped his lips.

"That’s too bad, I really like hanging out with them.." Yeonjun was visibly upset. Scratching his head roughly.

"Yeah, Me too..”

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A/N:

God I absolutely love pure angst, and I’ve always had a thing for unrequited love. Idk why

I wanted to end this in a sad note once again, hope you don’t mind :,)

I’ll probably do a more fluff next time and I was leaning against Yeonjun or Hueningkai. But I’m not sure.

If you have any ideas or suggestions, go ahead and send them in my ask box! I’d love to hear your ideas!

Either way, I want to say thank you for all the amazing response I got from Rainy Days. I was so nervous when posting but you all are so sweet!

Ty for reading, Byeee❤️

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[secretshinigami]

Meet you under the sun

Author: @lightlessons For: @danthegeek Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami/L Lawliet, Misa Amane, Kiyomi Takada. Rating/Warnings: M. Mature language, Swear words, Alcohol consumption.  Prompt: AU Light is a popular Collage Student and invited to a beach party. He is having a lot of fun, is flirty and arrogant as we know him. He is dancing with Misa, who is not his girlfriend but has a crush on him. Then, L joins the party, somebody brought him along. He is chilling awkwardly by the buffet when Light takes notice of him and joins him at the buffet. He has seen him before a couple times on the campus, but never talked to him. What happens next is up to you…

Author’s notes: I bent the specifics a bit in that I had Light talk to L  just a bit after seeing him instead of immediately, because i felt it fit the pacing I had better. Hope it’s still okay though :-) 

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“Don’t tell me you’re a Beach Volleyball junior champion too,” Takada joked after Light obliterated (yet again) a team of what appeared to be sociology majors, or something equally pointless, she had that small, half-hearted smile that was so characteristic of hers but with the slight frown of someone who isn’t used to being impressed.

Light laughed humbly. 

“I’m not. Maybe my experience with tennis helps somewhat? But I’ve really never played it before.”

His classmate sighed, and Light thought that being constantly made aware of his numerous skills had to be tiring for her. “You must be just naturally talented then,” she supposed as she fixed her hair behind her ear in a strange bashful gesture that must mean she was finally surrendering over to Light’s natural charm, as one would expect. 

“Or those two are just awful,” Light smirked conspiratorially. 

The young bourgeois laughed, which was what Light was hoping to achieve. Takada always enjoyed laughing at other people’s expense.

Light wasn’t much of a fan of the beach. There was too much sand getting into bad places and too many people acting as if the transition from monkey to hominid had never been made. Too much noise and too much sun and too many girls asking him to slather them with sun blocker, as if he’d pop a boner over touching their skinny naked backs. But, if there was something he’d learned from a very young age was the importance of having good public relations, and so when Kiyomi Takada had invited him to an exclusive beach party, he knew he wouldn’t say no to the daughter of the Sankei Newspaper’s owner. He’d gone into To-Doh not just looking for a quality education after all but in the hope of forming good connections too. 

And this party, filled with Tokyo’s most important youth, was a perfect opportunity to start rubbing shoulders. Light was young and attractive and athletic, perfectly composed to be like a bug zapper for these kinds of things. 

Plus, the lively music and the three margaritas he’d already had were kinda getting to him. 

“LIIIIIIIIGHT!!!” A familiar voice suddenly screeched from somewhere behind him. 

Oh dear God. 

Five feet of blond supermodel darted towards him through the small crowd of spectators that had formed for the match. Misa Amane, bimbo extraordinaire, had finally shown up to the party in all her unbridled glory. 

“Oh, that was so cool! You’re always so cool, Light,” she proclaimed with shiny eyes while all the other men around and some of the women ogled her in her small two-piece red bikini with a blackthorns and vines pattern, as characteristic of the gothic style she favored. 

Now, Light didn’t dislike Misa. She was cute in a very whiny-cat kind of way. Sort of endearing at first but jarring as the volume increased and the minutes went on. The first time they met she’d claimed she felt a cosmological affinity towards him or some such bullshit and then proceeded to interrogate him for his zodiac, moon, and rising sign, whatever the hell that meant–he hadn’t been paying attention. She was useful, though, in that she was somewhat famous and happily willing to do him any favors, or connect him with any of her large contact lists, even when he’d already been clear about not being interested in any non-friendly relation with her (using the hardships that came to celebrities’ partners as an excuse), he was a gentleman, after all, and he wouldn’t toy with a woman’s feelings. 

“Hey Misa,” Light gave her an easy smile that would hopefully settle her for the rest of the day. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere for the past week! Where have you been hiding? Not with Kiyomi, I hope!”

Takada at his side made an affronted sound that seemed to choke on the way up her throat. 

“Behave, Misa. I’ve told you I’m not your property,” Light belittled her with only mild sternness. 

Misa shook her head enthusiastically. 

“Misa is only teasing, Light! She promises! Besides, Kiyomi and I have started getting along since Spanish class. Haven’t we, Kiyomi?" 

Kiyomi seemed startled for a moment, as if she didn’t expect Misa to call her out like that, but recovered quickly to settle her face into her usual cold mask of indifference. 

“I suppose so.” 

“Aw, don’t be like that. We even planned a fake trip to Playa del Carmen together! Oh, Light, you should join us!” 

“I’m taking Korean.” 

“Not in class, silly, on the trip!” 

"Right… then I happen to be busy around that time of year,” he joked, throwing a smirk at Takada and earning the most formal of snorts he’d heard. 

"Miss Amane does have a fondness for fantasizing,” Takada replied instead, like a ready viper waiting for the perfect moment to strike at her victims. Oh, there’s no need to be mean with her, Kiyomi. 

The implications seemed to get lost on the blonde, however. 

“Pfft, you’re no fun. I’ll borrow him for a bit, Kiyomi. Clearly he needs a little loosening up, and you’re not exactly a party animal, are you?” 

Before Kiyomi could reply Misa had already taken Light’s arm and dragged him to the bar for more drinks. Light had to admit, the cocktails options were impressive, and he sort of wanted to try everything on the menu, but in the end, following the beach spirit, he and Misa both ordered a piña colada, and while usually, he wasn’t a fan of too much sweet in his alcohol, the fresh taste felt like a blessing under the hot summer sun, enough that soon he found himself chatting amicably with Misa and even had to catch himself from -dear God- giggling at something she said. 

Such was his mildly buzzed state when a sight at the corner of his eyes caught his attention. Turning around, he understood why. A black-haired man was standing under a palm tree and sipping at his own colada, with his back very badly curved in an awful posture and huge eyes fixed somewhere on the sand. Weirdly enough, he was wearing jeans to the beach with only a loose tank top to combat the scorching weather, and still, his wild mop of hair was the most recognizable part of him, which was in itself something, as Light had never in his life seen someone more particular. He’d seen the other boy around campus a handful of times before, but there had never been an opportunity for him to approach him, even though Light had always felt an inexplicably strong pull for him to ask him about his name. 

Misa loudly calling his name made him realize he’d been staring. 

“Misa, do you know who that is?”

Misa squinted in the direction of Light’s eyes, face lighting up with recognition. 

“Of course! That’s Ryuzaki! He’s actually the inheritor of Wammy’s Co. But not many people know about that,” the model smirked like she was telling the juiciest gossip. “People like Takada probably think he sticks out like a sore thumb around here. But the truth is, he’s got more money than any of us combined.” Light’s ears perked up at that. “He’s also one of the smartest people you’ll ever meet, and I’ve met you, Light. I don’t know who invited him, though. Let’s ask him! Hey, Ryuzaki!!" 

The odd student turned around towards the voice calling him and tilted his head to the side in silent interrogation. 

The boy’s assemblage of quirks brought a smile to his face. He hadn’t allowed himself to think it before, but he had always thought the student was rather cute even with how little he knew of him. 

“Who invited you?!” 

Light winced and glared at Misa for how carelessly she had posed such a question, but Ryuzaki didn’t seem the least bit faced and instead cupped a hand near his mouth like a mock-megaphone and shouted: “I just came for the desserts!” with a wide-eyed expression that gave no indication whatsoever of if he was teasing or not. 

Misa laughed like she’d heard the best joke ever and Light just blinked in the boy’s direction.

“Isn’t he a blast?” She hollered as Ryuzaki’s eyes met his.

It was hard for Light to describe those few seconds, but for one single moment, the strings holding his soul together seemed to vibrate at a different tune than they’d played previously. He was unsure if he shivered, but he had to break the eye contact like some damned school girl to pull himself back together. 

Why did his face feel warm all of a sudden? 

"Ooh, I love this song! Let’s dance, Light!” Misa interrupted his thoughts again with a squeal.

“Uhh, sure, yeah…" 

×~°~×~°~×~°~×~°~×

Dancing was decidedly not as fun unless you had a certain amount of alcohol in your body. Or at least, that was Light’s opinion on the matter. Who’d enjoy several hours of mindlessly moving your body unless somehow inebriated? That’s why Light had to drink another two mimosas to keep up with dancing with Misa for five songs straight, not because he was somewhat shaken up about the guy with the bird’s nest hair and the absent look –Ryuzaki, his brain provided– and certainly not because he was figuring out how to approach him. 

He separated from Misa when the sun was already setting, bathing the sea with a last warm goodbye. Everyone at the beach stopped for a moment to marvel at it, but Light only had eyes for Ryuzaki, who was… nowhere to be seen, sending Light into a momentary panic. 

He almost slapped himself when he found him below the parasol housing the buffet. It was what Ryuzaki had said before about the only reason for coming to the party. Normally, he would have remembered, which only meant Light’s brain wasn’t behaving as fast as it normally would. It couldn’t be that he’d have too much to drink, could it? 

Alright, be smooth, Yagami. 

“Hello!” Light chirped with a wide grin, planting himself beside the strange boy who was staring at the lines of sweets like they were study material. 

Ryuzaki turned to him with a blink. 

That had come higher than intended. 

"We, uh, are in the same faculty? I’ve seen you around 345.”

“Light Yagami. Second-year Criminal Justice major. You’re the son of detective-superintendent Soichiro Yagami of the NPA." 

"Um.”

“You respect and admire your father greatly and your intention is to become the deputy director of the NPA. You’re as ambitious as you are clever.”

“Why do you-”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’re aware of how popular you are around here, word goes around. You’re not the only one I have this sort of information on." 

Light wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be reassuring. 

At the very least, that introduction had sobered him up. 

The other student was appraising him with a curious gaze, as he was starting to learn he looked at pretty much everything. 

"Is that the way you introduce yourself to everyone?" 

"Hmm. Yes, usually. I told you. You’re not special in that regard.”

“In what regard am I special, then?” Light asked cheekily. 

“That’s not-”

But he didn’t let him finish before walking around him like a predator would its prey. He made a show of considering what pastry he’d take and settled for a star-shaped cookie. Ryuzaki watched the whole procedure closely and Light smirked at him as he took a bite. 

Yes, I made you think about my mouth now. How’s that, smart-ass? 

“I think we should get to know each other better, don’t you?”

“And what makes you come to that conclusion?” Ryuzaki supposed. 

“Well, I want to, for one.” Light sassed.

“Are you coming on to me?" 

Light’s confident semblance cracked. It suddenly dawned on him what he was doing and where. Fuck, what if he isn’t into guys? This was why he never flirted with men unless he was sure the other person was at least bisexual! Or just let the other guys come onto him, which he never had a lack of. Shit. 

Ryuzaki seemed to notice his momentary alarm because he placed a hand on his arm in reassurance. 

"No, I’m into it. I was just surprised,” he explained with an earnestness Light wasn’t expecting. 

“Surprised?”

“People like you don’t usually flirt with me." 

"What’s people like me?" 

"Now you’re just fishing for compliments." 

Light grinned, feeling like his assured (but not overly-presumptuous) self again. 

“Swear I’m not.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Your hand is still on my arm, by the way.” 

Ryuzaki blinked at the offender, which was indeed still curled around Light’s tricep like a possessive pale spider. He only let go of it slowly, finger by finger, and Light pretended he could see a faint blush on the other’s face with the last rays of sunlight. 

There was a conscious effort on his part to not brush those sharp cheeks tenderly with his knuckles, less the sudden contact spook his new sudden fascination away. 

“It appears you’re not the only intoxicated one of the two of us,” Ryuzaki admitted in a low voice.

The loud party music and noises of the crowd seemed so far away. 

Light took a step forward. 

“We should–” 

“Light!”

A group of people was coming their way, and Light recognized Takada, Okubo Chise, Kinoshita Hideo, and another fake-blond dude he’d never had any interest in talking to. Kinoshita was the son of a major tech company’s executive and was rotting in money from his million-dollar hair to the ugly fungus in his toenails. Light, sadly, had had a mild interest for him at first, but that went to shit when he came to see how much of an asshole he was. 

Kinoshita grabbed him by the shoulder, while Chise and the fake-blond planted themselves in front of Ryuzaki. Takada, for her part, just stood to Light’s side glaring in Ryuzaki’s direction. What the hell?

“Light, what is someone like you doing talking with a freakshow like Ryuzaki.” Kinoshita wondered, exposing his gums in a self-satisfied smile that quickly raised Light’s hackles. "Don’t you know nothing good ever comes from involving yourself with him?”

“Come again?” 

“It’s true, Light. He doesn’t have a good reputation,” Takada interjected, not bothering to hide the disgust in her face with a once-over to his new acquaintance. “I don’t know how he’d have the nerve to come in here, uninvited.”

Frowning, Light searched to see the face of the boy he’d just been so pleasantly flirting with and, outwardly, found him to appear relatively unbothered. He’d expected him to be angry, indignant, or even sad, but Ryuzaki only had his hands in his jean pockets and was yet again staring with wide eyes at some unknown fixed point as if no one were talking about him. 

“You’re going to have to be more specific about whatever offense Ryuzaki’s done. But whatever the case, I find it incredibly distasteful to round him up like you’re doing.”

“It’s alright, Light. Kinoshita is probably still just angry because I exposed a nasty little online scam of his, and attained information that could lose him the already crumbling favor of his father, and also the fact that he is nevertheless unable to cause me any significant harm,” Ryuzaki answered matter-of-factly without sparing a single glance at Kinoshita’s direction.

Everyone fell silent for a moment. 

Okay, that was… 

Extremely attractive. 

“You’re a lying little cunt!” Kinoshita snarled. 

“The naive teenagers being granted false scholarships would argue otherwise.”

“What? Hideo, you said–” Takada began. 

But the small elite group exploded in an argument about what Kinoshita had or hadn’t done, with the latter giving weaker and weaker arguments. Light was so engrossed in his rightful indignation and the opportunity to disgrace Kinoshita, that by the time he called for Ryuzaki’s own word in the matter the strange student had already left without saying a word.

×~°~×~°~×~°~×~°~×

“Ryuzaki!" 

The hunched figure paused in his lazy gait towards the beach boulevard, but the dark disheveled head didn’t turn around. Light was panting by the time he caught up to him and he could feel the beginning of a headache already forming. 

Night had already fallen and the breeze charged at them from within the sea. 

"You’re already going?" 

"I am indeed approximately 700 feet from the party." 

"Not what I was asking.” Light rolled his eyes. 

Ryuzaki turned around finally, all sharp angles and even darker eyes illuminated by the blue and purple artificial lights on the street. 

“Well, your question didn’t contain your true intentions either. You’re asking why I’m going. And I assume this means you’d like to talk more?" 

Fastidious asshole. 

L didn’t wait for Light to answer before taking his phone from his jean’s pocket and handing it to him with the contact app open. 

Light typed quickly and handed the phone back, which finally brought a blessed smile to Ryuzaki’s face.

"I’m looking forward to talking to you soon, Light Yagami. Oh and before I forget." 

Long, spidery fingers settled themselves in a careful hold below Light’s chin, and before he had time to process what was about to happen, soft lips gave a feathery kiss to his own, so quick it might have been fantasy if it weren’t for the ghost of a contact searing an imprint over Light’s heart. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you at the entrance ceremony.”

[mochikeiji]

Kinktober Day 1: Explicit Lyrics

↠ Pairing: Semi Eita x Reader

↠ Warning: SMUT! Fingering, squirting, slight samnophilia if you squint, virgin reader, Semi cumming in his pants.

↬ Word Count: 2.9k

⇢ Day 1: Fingering

You'd never expect anything greater from Semi than he already was. He was both blessed with musical talents and athletic abilities. He was built, he perfect body of someone you'd want to be held against with close and to hold during the nights. Although he was a hot-headed person, he was the most smitten person when he'd come face to face with you, his doll.

Everyday deep acoustic sounds of his bass guitar can be heard spiraling throughout your shared room as he strums each string with his slender fingers, body relaxed against the bed board and lost on his own lyrics about his lover he has written in his mind. A song only for you and no one else's. Every song he has written and played since high school had been private. His band members would beg him to release some of his amazing hits for whenever they would have a music block, but Semi didn't obliged.

He had made it clear that every note and lyrics from his songs were only meant for your ears to hear. He didn't care of the screaming fans and gifts he'd received, he only wanted his song to be on repeat in your heart as it embodies everything he's wanted to tell you.

So when he heard you secretly singing his recent song whilst laying on your bed skimming through your book one night, he his behind the door way and listened. You were a reserved person, in this relationship you were the anchor that held the steaming ship which was him. It took him off guard to see you freely express yourself while he was out for a short while and coming back to see you out of your shell.

But as he continued to listen, he was only human to know that he needed to breathe. Because he happens to be holding back a breath as he listens intently to how perfectly fitting your voice was and the lyrics.

His explicit lyrics.

God, that was his masterpiece. The one he had to put to public since the song was originated by one of his band mates, he only helped at the explicit parts which was a funny reason, they thought he'd be the best at writing it thinking he might have gone through sex already with you. But what they didn't know is that he and you haven't done any of those in the years and he's kept it lowkey that the lyrics he actually wrote were the things he wishes he'd do you.

"Slide it down on me.

Let it all in me."

Breathing out the pent up, hot air in his chest, the tingling of his blood came rushing down to the small forming tent from his pants. It wasn't the first time you've managed to turn him on so damn easily, he had to hold his ground or hide his arousal a lot of times when he was around you. It just hits different with the person he loves so much and wanted nothing more than to feel them closer, but all he can do was put his wishes through songs about you in hopes you would get the message.

And now it was testing his patience.

"I want to hear you scream,

want my fingers to be creamed."

His most erotic fantasy of yours was when he would hear you "sing" while he takes control of your carnal needs and have your body at his command. He'd want that sweet, smooth voice of yours broken and throaty after he was done with you. He wants to record that in his phone so he doesn't have to spend his aching head filled nights fantasizing whilst fisting his cock with frustration those days.

The thick bed sheets can be heard ruffling a bit as you moved into another comfortable position. One that was "too" open for any eyes to see. They say a lady shouldn't be spreading their legs even if they were alone. No excuses, but you weren't one to listen to such crap. Plus, this was your own home with your lover, what was the harm?

His raging bulge.

He groans at sight of your undergarments peaking out from the hoodie he owns to which, was now worn by you. He can make out how his favorite pair of skimpy panties were barely covering your ever so slightly pulsating cunt that made his boner twitch at the sight with need.

You weren't any better. Right as you spread your legs, as cool air shot straight to your core, you sighed quietly at the shivering arousal. To Semi, it seemed as if you were just scrolling through your timeline like you always did, but what he didn't see was the content held on your phone. Shots of him up close during the night's he'd be out of performance flooded your Instagram. Most of them were so up close, and by God bless the eyes of both you and his fans when all photo's were taken with the same goddamn black, tight pants he wore.

The only thing distracting you right now was his song, but now it was getting into your system as you scrolled to one specific photo where his little buddy was proudly prominent. That made you whine with want and need as your toes wiggled themselves beneath the cold, thick sheets.

Semi did not miss a single beat of your actions. That small whine meant for just you and your little world was enough for him to palm his aching erection and feel a small patch of wetness at the side of his pants. He moans a little louder behind the door, eyeing only your needy state until he knows he's already had enough.

He thanks his inner conscience that you used the lamp shade light and not the bright one. The atmosphere of the room being dimly lit brought out even more tension than it did. When he saw you sigh once more and dropped your phone to your side, you raised your arm up to your eye level to cover up your already flustered state, that's when he makes his way in quietly.

Laying down on a cold, lonely bed and being horny was both good and bad. Good because you get to fantasize freely on all the things you want him to do to you— Bad because of the thought of getting caught. But the dirty, lingering thought in your head was if you were caught touching yourself, would Semi do something about it?

Whimpering softly at the thought of his fingers doing their wonders like they do to the strings of his bass guitar, you can feel your cunt pulse, squeezing to absolute emptiness and in desperate need of attention. You concentrated on more of the fantasies racing inside your head, unaware of the wet patch not forming at the center of your panties, and a man knelt quietly on your bed as you entered a realm in a short nap.

Semi groans quietly at the sight, he didn't take you as someone innocent to be so needy at this time. Usually, when you try to concentrate into your own mind you would often doze off into the oblivion. It was a bad habit of yours, it always led to procrastination. But now, he takes it as an advantage.

Deep in your own little world, he thanks the heavens above silently when he slid your panties off with ease, the garter not being too tight, barely even holding on your hips and slid off like cotton on your skin. He hears you moan in your nap with the cool air blasting from the air condition hitting your naked flower.

Semi licks his lips in temptation and raises his index finger, laying on his chest at the sheets as he was still knelt down on the floor. He experimentally traced his finger down to your slit, then upwards slowly. Knowing you've never experienced such thing, he wouldn't want to take advantage of that. Sliding his finger up and down, he eventually settles to lightly poking your hole teasingly, gulping at the juices seeping out slowly, wondering what it would feel like to be inside of you.

"E-eita?"

Your spine shivered at his hungry gaze between your legs. In this situation, Semi would've been stuttering apologies. He does that a lot whenever he'd accidentally grope you and or touch something inappropriate, but now all he did was stare and smirk at your shocked expression and slid one finger inside you.

"Fuck, you're sucking in so hard and this is just one finger, doll. What's got you worked up?"

Toes curling at the slight sting yet relieving feeling, you almost laid your head back down to let your body be taken care of. But being embarrassed and still unsure of the situation, you propped yourself with your elbow and watched in half lidded eyes for his next moves.

"I-I didn't— when did you come home?"

Breathing heavily and trying to hard to ignore that his finger was inside you, not moving, Semi's smirk disappears and was replaced by an adoring smile on how adorable you were being right now when he was about to finger fuck you.

"I came home and heard you singing. I couldn't help myself," he gestures his eyes down to his pants, letting you know what was going on down there as your face erupted in a deep blush along with your cunt clenching at his finger, "Plus you were wearing such panties, babe. You don't think a man wouldn't go crazy if you wore his clothing in combo, hm?"

Excitement bubbled inside of your chest thinking you managed to turn on the hot-headed male in front of you, but that all stops when he wiggles his finger inside you. Surprised, you bit on the sleeve of his hoodie that you were wearing to muffle out a loud moan. Much to your dismay, he pulls his finger out immediately. A string of your arousal connecting and his hand pressing on your stomach to push you back down on the mattress.

"Relax for me doll, I want you to experience a live music video about what you were singing."

Turning your head to the side in embarrassment, you shut your eyes and breathed heavily when his palms went from your calf to your thighs, giving them a quick squeeze and pushing them apart for you to be spread out for him.

He would've cum at the sight. The hoodie bunched up exposing a small portion of your stomach, you panting when he hasn't even done anything to you, and your cunt visibly twitching and oozing with your own cum just begging for more. As he sighs, the warmth of breath directly at your pussy making you sigh as well but jolting a bit when he inserts his index finger back and began pushing in deep and out in a slow pace.

You never realized how much longer his fingers were until they were moving inside you. It felt much different from the times you'd see them strum his guitar. It felt like he was already deep into you when he wasn't even trying hard yet.

"Hah— eita.."

Humming in response, the slick juice now covering his finger as it massages the spongy insides, he takes this as a natural lube and pulls out once more, only to insert again, but with his middle finger joining in. He speeds up a little, still just thrusting his fingers in to stretch you and let you experience your first ever assault in your precious cunny.

You'd suck in your stomach each time he'd thrust back in hard, every movement for a first timer like you felt so good, it heightened your sensitivity level down there. It was a dirty little secret to you that you had tried this before when Semi wasn't around. The nights you would frustratingly try to deepen your fingers but pathetically can't because your fingers were too damn short.

His touch was far from different. Euphoric, if you put it that way.

Squelching can now be subtly heard. The more you succumbed to the thought of feeling heaven thanks to Semi, the more your arousal began to make a mess between your legs.

Semi's eyes doesn't leave your cunt. He wanted to try something daring to see what kind of reaction you'd make if he—

"EITA— AH!"

Puffing out the oxygen he held in, his own wrist flicking on its own as he curls his two fingers inside of you, followed by the accelerating speed of his thrust. He kept beckoning the tips of his fingers in hoped of finding that precious little spot he knows you are bound to experience.

On the other hand, you were already trashing your head from side to side at the change of movements of his fingers. Biting on the sleeve of his hoodie to muffle away the sinful sounds of your voice as your thighs quivered to close and protect yout cunt from his fingers. But he wanted to make you ascend.

Using his free hand, Semi slides it inside the bunched up hoodie and palms your breast.  Massaging it in circular motions before pulling the nub, in synch with his pinching to push you off the ledge.

"Eita! Slow down!"

There won't be any slowing down anytime soon. Not when your body does the polar opposite— which was was to grind against his every thrust with his fingers, unaware for some kind of release. 

"Shh, I'm almost there, doll."

Almost there? Was he cumming as well even though he wasn't being touched? The very thought of his dick hard and already oozing with pre cum made your mouth water as it released a moan. You didn't know if you wanted him to keep on fingering you until you were done or have him just dick you down already.

Oh, but you were going to have both.

"AH!"

Back arching from the bed as your eyes popped out and your mouth unable to let a single sound out, Semi smirks at your form for a second, stopping his fingers at the place where he's made you freeze and kept beckoning the tip on that spongy spot.

"Found it."

Cooing, he pistons his fingers directly at your sweet spot, not even tired after what he's done to you a while ago and just abuses your squelching cunny.

You couldn't moan nor scream while your bit harder on the fabric and panted through your nose. Cocking a brow up, Semi removes his hand away from your breast and up to the sleeve you were biting on and pins it above your head as he was now seated between your legs and leans forward.

"Come on doll, sing for me."

Everything was spinning at this point, your head throbbing, but it felt so good you wanted more. So good you didn't realize you were at the verge of tears when your lovers dominance began to seep from his body and engulf you.

Semi takes a picture of you with his eyes, all messy and already so fucked out with just his fingers. He was going to have so much fun with you.

"Let me hear you, baby."

Thumbing your clit, he gives it harsh circles along with the ramming of his fingers inside of you and your spot. You cried and looked into his eyes with mouth hung open, finally releasing a song that will forever be in his mind and will make his dreams hotter than ever.

"EITA! GAH— AH, I'M GOING TO CUM!"

He groans at your claim and nuzzles his face on your cheek, feeling his own dick twitch rapidly inside his pants, drinking in each whine and mewls from your mouth as if he was memorizing it.

"Go on, doll. Cream on my fingers."

"E-EITA N-NO! I'LL MAKE A MESS! SLOW DOWN!"

The coil in your stomach was inflating, burning. It was going to pop anytime soon if he doesn't stop his cruel speed. Semi Eita may be hot-headed, but he's also quite the sucker for a mess if it was you.

"Cum, baby. I got you. Show me what a good little singer you are when you scream."

He gives you one last, quick and harsh curl right at your spot. Your eyes popping from their sockets as you screamed his name with Semi giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek and moans against the skin along with his pants getting soaked. His fingers never stopping while your juice continues to squirt messily beneath you.

Once he knows you were done, he pulls out his now soaked fingers. He grins devilishly and teasingly gives your cunt a few slaps, letting more of the excess juices come out and you whimpering and moving away from his hand.

"N-no, stop."

Reviewing your quivering body, your hand went down on your cunny and cupped it. As if you were protecting yourself from the immense pleasure he has yet in store for you. He chuckles a little before standing up a little, unbuckling his belt to let his pants fall of and kicking them away.

"You made me cum in my pants baby, look."

Grabbing you other hand, he lets you palms the wet patch of his still growing erection. You feel it twitch against your skin as you clenched your thighs with your hand still between them, sneakily rubbing a finger on the slit to which didn't go unnoticed by Semi.

"Why don't you cream on my cock this time, doll?"

[moonandflowersfairy]

match up request: Hi, May I have a TokRev Match-Up? I’ve the manga to the beginning of the Bonten Arc. I usually go by Emy (my full name is Emilyann). I’m 19. I’m a she/her. For my personality, I’m a Cancer, I’m very sensitive, but at the same time, I can be emotionless, I can full on insult/degrade someone with a stone cold face and then cry when they insult me. Im very protective and borderline aggressive, when I see/hear about someone I love getting hurt, I get mean and I go off, which has gotten me into a lot of trouble. I’m known to be able to read people easily, I can always tell when people are hiding their emotions and sometimes I can feel their emotions if I’m super close to them, and talk to them. In my friend group, I’m known to be the “fighter and mediator”, I’m always the first one in a fight, but if someone I know is going to start a fight, I try to stop it because I don’t want them to get hurt. I guess I should say this here (?), I’m also super touch-starved, and I have been known to cry when I’m touched and it scares people sometimes, because I just have tears running down my face, from a simple hug or arm around the shoulder.I like being around loud people, because it reminds me that people are around and that I’m not alone. I also like hearing about the supernatural, or anything like that. I also like action shows or movies mixed with horror, imma slasher fan. I like blasting music and singing really loudly, with my friends to annoy the people around us. I like being around really touchy-feely people, it helps me open up more. I dislike being in silence and alone. I don’t like people who brag consistently, or who consistently put other people down for their own entertainment. I have a dislike of being in closed spaces (like a small closet).I’m a plus size girl who is 5’1, with blonde hair and hazel eyes. I wear glasses as well. I have my ears pierced and my nose. (I added some photos as well). My gender preference is male, and I just want someone who is loyal and very understanding. Genre can be anything but angst. I prefer fluff or smut tho. Thanks 💗

I match you with...

¡! Baji Keisuke ¡!

Why?

he is your type, and you are his, he is that loud funny kid and you are the girl who always sincere-laughs at him and helps him calm down, the perfect combo.

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you met at the school, believe it or not, he was actually very kind to you, always sarcastic and stuff, but he was a gentleman with you

you bonded almost inmediately, your personalities contrasting but at the same time complimmenting, like a match made in heaven.

he was troublesome, but you liked that. you seemed quiet and laid back, which wasn't so far from reality, but you knew how to enjoy yourself, and he liked that.

confessed in a normsl way, didn't make the cliché thingy but made it romantic with simplicity.

he loves to pet kittens with you

will never neglect you

outside and inside of baji is very different, maybe chilling in the outside, but freaking out inside.

your relationship is full of surprises, but that is what makes it so special

I just know he smokes weed, so, would like to do it together if you like it to

¡! NSFW ¡!

it doesn't matter if you are riding him, he always has the control

makes you cum so fast

quick fingers and fast tongue

fav position is standing ovation and bedlock

will never pressure you to do anything

loves blowjobs

roleplay.

will dress you as a maid

'kitten', 'angel', 'slut', 'whore' you never know with this guy

bondage

open to new things, except pegging

loves your body soooo much

finds your belly very cute and huggable

cleans you in aftercare and probably flirts with you while taking his cum off of your hair hahahaha

with love, for @cherryblossomsinthewind

I loved doing this match up, like, I route for your couple so much 💞

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

The Perfect Night | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anon: Can you please write a fanfic with Charlie Gillespie x reader where you're taking him with you as a plus one to your high school reunion because you don't have anyone to go with but then they realise they really like each other

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Female!Reader

Warnings: a few curse words like bitch, fluff 

Words: 2,622

High school wasn’t your favorite. All the bullies and the stress to fit in. Everyone laughing at you because you were the nerd with all the stories piled up on your computer and the fantasy of a child in your head. You’d thought you left all of that behind. But then came the reunion. You’ve only graduated five years ago from high school and only last year from college. Though you had an amazing job as screenwriter and some really great friends, you didn’t have a date to bring to that reunion, and you knew all those people would pick on you for old time’s sake because you didn’t have a date. “Hey, you okay? You seem stressed,” Charlie’s voice shakes you awake from your anxious thoughts about the reunion. You look up at him and offer him a nervous smile. Charlie Gillespie is your co-worker, and along with the rest of the Julie and The Phantoms team, one of your newest friends. Yes, you were on the writing team for Julie and The Phantoms, and you had just finished a table read for season 2. “Yeah, I just—there’s this high school reunion tonight and I really don’t want to go.” “Not a fan of high school?” he asks as he falls into step with you, the two of you walking out of the building. “Not at all…” he gives you a curious look, “Eh, they used to bully me because I was a writer and spent my time writing books instead of going out to parties or spending time with friends,” you give him the synopsis. Charlie doesn’t need to know about the nights you spend crying in your room or going to your therapist. You were close, just not that close. Besides, you’d rather forget about your past. “And now you’re a part of the writers’ team on a popular Netflix show?” he tries with a smile, but you just give him an unimpressed look. “Come on, Y/N! This is an opportunity to show them what you made of yourself! Brag a bit about how amazing a job you have!” You shrug, still not convinced. “I just don’t want to face them alone…” you mumble, staring at your moving feet when suddenly a thought pops into your head and you stop in your tracks, looking up at him. “Do you want to be my plus one?” He halts too, raising his eyebrows at you. “Nope, you’re right, that’s stupid!” You start walking again, Charlie following your example. “No. No, it’s not stupid. I just didn’t think you’d ask me?” “You’re one of my best friends here, Charlie. It’s just logical.” He smiles at that. He really has become your best friend since meeting him a couple months ago. “Okay! So, am I playing your boyfriend? Husband? Just a best friend?” You furrow your eyebrows at him, glaring at him questionably. “We could make something fun out of this, Y/N!” He’s almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. That’s the Charlie you know and love. “Okay… Uhm, let’s pretend you’re my boyfriend. I bet they wouldn’t expect the antisocial nerd to have a boyfriend.” The giggle that comes out of his mouth is too adorable to handle. “How did we meet?” he asks, making sure you got the story straight. “Uhm, here?” you suggest. He rolls his eyes at the obvious answer but goes with it. “Okay! Uhm, let’s – let’s say I fell for you when you bossily told me how I should say a line in the dialogue you wrote?” You nod your head slowly. That sounds kind of cute. “What was our first date?” “Uhm, I don’t know? Movie and dinner?” He scrunches his nose, shaking his head. “No, girl… Charlie Gillespie doesn’t do basic dates!” You chuckle at this, stopping in the hallway of the building to check out. “You like hiking, right?” You nod your head, signing your name on the paper at the front desk. “I took you on a hike on the Eagle Bluffs trail in Vancouver and we had a romantic picnic on the mountain with a gorgeous view over the Cabin Lake.” You nearly melt away at the thought of him taking you on a date like that. “That’s a cute date,” you tell him, impressed, and trying not to show what it’s really doing to you. “And I kissed you on that mountain top.” He raises an eyebrow as an amused smirk pulls at his lips. “No one at my school would ever think I’d be the one to take that step.” “And our first ‘I love you’s were accidental slip ups at work!” He sounds way too excited and he’s getting way too into this. “Like, I’d accidentally completely mess up the punch-line of the joke you wrote, and you’d get annoyed and angry, and then I accidentally said “Okay, sorry, thank you, I love you”.” You giggle at his ideas as the both of you exit the building together. “Anything else we need to discuss?” you ask, grabbing your car key. “Don’t think so…” he trails off, really mulling it over. “Oh! Is there a dress code?” “Yes! It’s formal,” you reply, hoping that wouldn’t be too much of trouble so last minute. He thinks about it for a moment, going through his own wardrobe in his mind. “What are you wearing?” he questions. “Not sure, a red dress, I think…” “You think?” “Yeah, I might change my mind if I don’t like it.” He nods his head understandingly. “What time does it start?” “Seven. It’s about fifteen minutes from my place.” “I’ll pick you up at twenty minutes before then,” he suggests. You nod your head in agreement, then say your goodbyes and go your separate ways. That night, Charlie’s eyes widen when you open the door in your red, tight-fitting bodycon dress with spaghetti straps. He’s not used to seeing you out of your comfy mom-jeans and T-shirts or sweaters. “Uh… Okay… First of all,” he gestures to your body, “Wow!” You laugh at him, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Second of all… WOW!” “It’s not too much?” you ask, shyly. “No! No! Not at all! I’m very glad I get to play the boyfriend of a goddess like you.” “Oh, shut it, Charlie!” you slap his chest playfully before grabbing your clutch and leaving your apartment. “You look pretty wow yourself, by the way,” you say, approving of the suit he’s wearing. He bashfully smiles as you exit the building. He opens every door for you, like a true gentleman. You’re pretty sure no one has ever done that for you before. You always thought it would be so cliché, but it’s actually really nice. “Hey, how far are we going to go with PDA?” he asks when he gets in behind the wheel. “You know, holding hands and stuff…” You blush a little at the thought alone. Being single for so long almost made you forget that was a part of it too. “Uhm… Just improvise,” you shrug. “You’re the actor after all.” You go over the story again with Charlie, making sure neither of you will forget and give everything away. “You ready?” he asks as you’re standing in front of your high school. Terrible memories flood back inside your mind, sending shivers down your spine. As if on automatic, you grab Charlie’s bicep for support – both moral and physical. “Let’s do this.” The two of you walk inside the school and find the gym where they’re holding the five-year reunion. The music’s blasting, lights are flickering, and people are mingling, reminiscing over their high school memories. You already spot a few people you know, but much rather not talk to. “If you ever feel overwhelmed and want to leave, just tell me, and we’re out of here,” he whispers in your ear. You can’t help but smile at his words. A true gentleman.   “Thanks, Charlie,” you whisper back. He takes you straight to the bar where he gets you your favorite beverage. “How’d you know?” you ask when he hands it over. “You always order a G&T at the crew parties,” he tells you nonchalantly. “How attentive of you,” you compliment with an endeared smile plastered on your face. This man keeps surprising you with the smallest thing, and it’s the cutest thing you’d ever witnessed. It gives you the feeling of being seen and appreciated and respected. For the first time in your life. “Oh my God! Y/N!” you hear the shrill voice of Ella, one of your classmates from back in the day. One of the biggest bullies from your senior year. “You look amazing! How are you doing?!” she grabs the hand your not holding your drink with and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Hi, Ella…” you greet, putting the fakest smile you can muster on your face. “I’m good! How are you?” Charlie watches you to find any sign of uncomfortableness. “I’m good! You know, recently engaged.” She shows you her hand, which is decorated with the shiniest, biggest diamond ring you’d ever seen. “Oh, wow!” you glance at Charlie, “Look, babe, she’s engaged!” If he’s surprised by the sudden pet name, he doesn’t show it. “Congratulations, Bella!” You know he’s butchering that name on purpose, and you have to try your hardest to stifle a laugh. “You have a boyfriend?” Ella asks, clearly bitter over either him butchering her name or you, having such an attractive boyfriend. “There’s nothing on Facebook about that?” she chuckles awkwardly. Charlie wraps a protective arm around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. “Uhm… Yeah… We’re keeping it lowkey, you know?” you reply as convincingly as possible. “He’s an actor, so…” you trail off, hoping that would impress her. Ella’s demeanor changes all of a sudden. She goes from total bitch to flirty bitch. “Really?” She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “Y/N?” Another voice chimes in, this one belongs to Addison, Ella’s bestie. “Hey, Addie…” you greet, clutching your glass really hard. Charlie can feel you tensing up beside him and starts rubbing circles on your hip. “Y/N has an actor boyfriend,” Ella informs her. Addison’s eyes widen as they dart from you to Charlie and back. “How’d you meet?” Addison questions, intrigued by this entire story. The two of you glance at each other, trying to determine who’s going to tell the story. “At work, actually,” you start. “I’m on the writers team of the show he plays in.” “Yeah! She bossily told me how to deliver the line she wrote, and I’ve been in love with her ever since.” He looks down at you with the most endeared smile on his face that makes you melt like ice cream in the sun. “Aw! That’s adorable!” Addison clutches her heart as if it’s about to burst out of her chest. “When did you fall in love with him, Y/N?” You glance at Charlie for some assistance or some inspiration. “When he suggested that instead of a boring movie and dinner date, we’d go hiking together. I just knew he was the one for me at that moment.” You’re not going to lie, Charlie taking you on a hiking date would totally make you fall in love with him. Ella’s and Addison’s noses scrunch up in disgust. “Also…” she adds, then leans in closer to the girls to whisper, “His arms! The boy has guns, I tell you!” The two girls gasp, scanning Charlie entirely from head-to-toe. He snickers, then pulls you closer again. “You did not fall in love with me for my arms,” he tells you, shaking his head with an amused look on his face. You look up at him, eyebrow raised. “I do see you every day with those muscle tees, babe. You really think I wouldn’t swoon for that?” You couldn’t lie. Charlie’s arms were killer. But obviously not the only thing that made him attractive. “If you don’t mind, ladies. I’m going to take my lady for some food,” he nods towards the other side of the gym where food is stalled out into a banquet. Addison and Ella bid their goodbyes, and the two of you make your way to the catering. “I hate them with a passion,” you grumble as you take a plate to fill with canapes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as fake as them, and I’m an actor.” You giggle at his comment and reach for the mini-pizzas at the same time he does, your hands touch, making both of you freeze. “Sorry,” you both mumble, pulling away, flustered. “Hey, Y/N!” A voice you really didn’t want to hear sounds from behind me. “Kill me now,” you mumble, earning a worried look from Charlie. “Ex-boyfriend.” Charlie takes your plate from you and places it onto the table, leaving you a little confused. “Do you trust me?” he asks, hushed. “Yeah, wh—?” before you can finish your question, Charlie presses his lips to yours, pushing you gently against the wall behind you. You’re startled, at first, but then melt into the kiss as your stomach starts to do flips and turns. You didn’t realize until now that this is what you’ve wanted all along. You always wondered why your eyes always automatically darted to his lips. Now you know why. “Ooh! Get it, Y/N!” you hear your ex’s best friend shout. Nothing about high school has changed. Except now Charlie’s here. He pulls away and stares at you for a moment, equally as overwhelmed as you. “You want to get out of here?” he whispers. You simply nod your head, running your tongue across your bottom lip as though the taste of his lips is still there. Charlie grabs your hand and pulls you to the door of the gym. As you pass your ex and his friends, you offer them a wave of your slender fingers. For the first time in years, you feel powerful in this gym, like you can conquer the world. Charlie takes you into the hallway, and pushes you against the wall of lockers, kissing you again. You can’t help the smile tugging at your lips as your hands tug at his suit jacket. “I wanted to do that for so long,” he whispers when he pulls away for a second, pressing his forehead against yours and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “What do you mean?” you ask, keeping your voice down too. “You really think I made all of that up in there?” he chuckles. “I really did fall for you when you told me off about delivering that line wrong.” Your mouth drops open before your lips turn up into a surprised smile. “It was incredibly hot.” “And I do swoon every time I see you, by the way,” you admit for the first time to yourself. “And I would really love that first date you imagined for us.” “Good,” he replies, “Because I was going to ask you to go this weekend.” Your eyes widen, and Charlie notices a sparkle in them that he’s never seen before. “Thank you for tonight, Charlie,” you whisper, pushing a strand of hair from his forehead. He has that Patrick Swayze hair he had a couple of times in Season 1 of Julie and The Phantoms, the hairstyle you find way too attractive. “No, thank you.” He smiles down at you before connecting his lips to yours again in a deep, passionate kiss. Tonight, you not only conquered your dreadful past, but you also found the love of your life in your best friend. And you couldn’t possibly ask for more. This was a perfect night.

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[jjyusmile]

enchanting | hwang inyeop

pairing: badboy!hwang inyeop x {gender-neutral} reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: suggestive nature, alcohol, an almost accident, fwb if that makes you uncomfortable!

word count: 5.1k

taglist: @katinthemoon

A/N: happy true beauty season finale day! I hope you enjoy this dedication to our favourite second lead <33 give inyeop lots of love on his socials because he deserves it!! 

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you couldn’t help but think to yourself.

was it the way he walked? the way he held his head so high that his fluffy hair almost touched the clouds? was it the way he thought the world revolved around him? his cocky aura screaming ‘look at me! look at me!!’?

and yet, he was nothing like you had imagined. saying that second “yes” completely warped your world – how much longer can I stick to this friend with benefits thing?

the thought spurred a memory of how you first met. somehow… you ended up in his clutches. he was the boy who wandered the corridors, his disciples in toe, and nobody could touch him. except somehow… you did. well, kind of.

you remember it clear as day. it was a thursday night, your fluffy socks rested against the hard wood of your coffee table in front of you as you chatted on facetime to your parents. when your stomach grumbled, so loud that maeum, your fluffy chow-chow, lifted her head from against the armrest with curiosity as to wear the sound came from. such inquisitive eyebrows for a nonchalant pup that barely batted an eyelash unless you were filling her dinner bowl.

“even we heard that…” your dad’s smile filled the screen, a light teasing in his tone. you thought to yourself when the last time you ate was… it hadn’t been today.

“why don’t you head out and grab something good for yourself from the convenience store? I know you don’t cook for yourself, my baby.” your mother’s disapproving tone caused your eyes to roll -- miles away and she still nagged about the fact you ate nothing but instant noodles if you could be bothered.

“okay, ma. I’ll go do that. thank you for your concern.” short and snappy, your patience wore thin. probably because she was right and you were absolutely ready to devour some food.

a few air kisses later, and you were gliding the zipper up to just beneath your nose, the sherpa material insulating all heat it could as you brace yourself for the bitter cold. maeum’s tail wiggled excitedly in anticipation, her harness wrapped snuggly against her fur. “come on then,” you giggled at the way she span around energetically as you unlocked your front door. she practically knew the route to the convenience store by now… for a 6-month old chow, she was very intuitive.

out the door. down the hall. press the call button and wait for the elevator with patience. get into the elevator (you had to carry her if it was too busy but she didn’t mind too much). leave your apartment complex and turn left and keep going until the bright lights of the store appeared with a ‘fresh food prepared daily’ sign like a saving grace.

the owner didn’t mind of maeum came into the store, often bending down to give her treats and pets. maeum always leaned into anyone’s affection. it was her favourite time of day.

your airpods blasted your hype playlist, something you did when you needed self-reassurance. walking out of the store, maeum in toe, you rummaged through your bag of snacks, pulling out one of the many samgak kimbap you picked up. the crisp evening put you off sitting outside with a hot meal, plus maeum would attract too many people for your isolated personality to handle. the coo’s and aww’s often got worse as the night went on.

it wasn’t too long of a journey home, but something about the evening air caused you to walk slower and appreciate the serene surroundings. high school kids stumbling out of the noraebang that you often frequented in your days. being drunk on sugary snacks and endless cokes while you sang your little heart out. the snack in your hand tasted almost nostalgic as you remembered the nights you sat for hours outside the convenience store, hoping a kind stranger might sneak you a bottle or two of soju. those were the days you had friends to hang out with, but since you moved closer to seoul for university, they hadn’t bothered to keep in contact. you spent your days sitting alone in class, hoping your professor wouldn’t tell you to pair yourselves up. you were the only person that sighed in relief when they mentioned that they’d pre-assigned partners.

a low growl sounded over your music, with maeum halting in her tracks. it was only as maeum barked so loudly that you paid attention to what was happening. the bike headed straight for you. the rumble of its engine overwhelmed you as you realised you had stepped into the road without checking for oncoming traffic. yelping, you jumped back, pulling maeum abruptly, just quick enough for her to be missed. but it sent you flying onto your ass, a dull throb aching at the impact.

“are you okay?!” a shout from the direction of the motorbike filled your ears, the engine shutting off and footsteps getting closer.

“I’m fine,” you huffed, using your arms to twist your body with difficulty. your tailbone really throbbed as your face morphed into instant regret. you were turning to face the person clad in a helmet and biker jacket that hugged their body tightly in the frosty air.

“umm - I wasn’t talking to you.” you could just make out their eyes in the gap, slightly squinted in apprehension. when they turned their attention to maeum, you realised that look wasn’t for you. maeum, who sat sweetly with her tail wagging, front paws perched on their knees began to lick the helmet off them, only finding purchase in the gap that showed their mysterious eyes. traitor.

it was only when you heard the low chuckle that your attention turned back to the owner of the bike, heart stopping in its tracks for a small second. they reached out to ruffle the abundance of fur that framed maeum’s face, carefully checking for any scrabs or marks from the almost accident.

“hey there, friend! i’m sorry I almost hit you,” their tone emphasised the frown hidden by their helmet. it was only then did they reach up to lift the helmet off their head. and the breath you were about to let out hitched in your throat.

this mysterious biker wasn’t a stranger. he was the notorious bad boy that walked your universities halls, his minions in toe and never batted an eyelash to anyone who showed an interest in him. the one whose name you feared would be called out after yours in pairing for a class project. the one who probably didn’t even know you existed.

he was hwang in-yeop. and your bulging eyes that almost fell out of their sockets told him that you knew that already.

but, little did you know that the moment his leg flung off his bike to check you were okay, he realised who you were too. the one who sat at the front of the class with their pencil knocking in a continuous rhythm against the desk, a sound he realised rang inches louder in his mind compared to the rest of the class. he noticed the way your eyes glistened as you focused on what your professor was saying. he also figured out you never paid attention to anyone else, you sat alone with no intention to allow anyone into your bubble unless they were forced to. he actually hoped his name would be called out after yours.

his question of concern died in his throat when he saw it was you. those glistening eyes still sparkling despite the obvious annoyance in your expression. so he trailed off to pay attention to the adorable fluff beside him, luckily he adored dogs.

your embarrassment flushed in the apples of your cheeks, the heat almost melting the rim of your glasses that rested against the bridge of your nose. “maeum - come on, leave him alone.”

you lifted yourself up, trying not to show the pain. gathering your spilt snacks back into the bag, you stood up stretching your legs. but it difficult not to look at inyeop. his head was tilted slightly as he gazed up at you, this time the apprehension focused on you. was he concerned? he should be! he almost knocked you over!!

quickly, he stood himself, handing maeum’s fallen harness back to you.

“thanks,” you took it back quickly.

“you’re welcome.” his attention was still focused on maeum, who was jumped up at the bag in your hand hoping there was something inside for her.

the silence was excruciating. in the two years you’d known each other, this was the first time any contact had been made. and it was almost unbearable.

“uhhh- thanks again, sorry we almost got you into an accident,” you tried again, reaching into your bag to pick out a snack to give him as a peace offering. although he annoyed you, you realised you should’ve been looking where you were going - at least for maeum.

he took the can that laid flat on your palm slowly, afraid you were just teasing. but you let him take it without reluctance.

“do you- uhh…” he started.

“hmm?” your head raised sharply to turn your attention to him, the snacks in your bag long forgotten.

“do you… do I.. know you?” he tried again. if he was nervous, you could barely sense it. although he was stumbling over his words, his eyes were narrowed in scrutiny, analysing your every feature. he knew exactly where he knew you from, the flick of your pen ringing in the back of his mind. any excuse to keep you beside him longer.

“probably… you’re in my criminology class. although I doubt you’ve ever actually paid attention to anything in that class, let alone me.” 

he scoffed, eyes rolling up into the heavens. you really were bold. “that’s quite the assumption.” a smirk so prominent it has sketched its way into your brain, all the way down to the subtle shading of the dimples that outlines the corners of his lips.

you ignored him, focusing on maeum for a moment as she sat beside your feet in a fluffy ball, eyes glittering expectantly at inyeop. you followed her gaze, landing specifically on the creases that lined his eyes as he analysed you. you huffed. “which way are you headed?”

he tilted his head to look over your shoulder at his bike sitting idly on the side of the road. “well, before I was interrupted I was on my way to a party.” and then his eyes met yours. “why? do you want to come?” his signature smirk appeared, the one you caught glimpses of every so often.

you hesitated, the thought of being anywhere remotely sociable filling you with dread. you became nervous in seconds “I- uhh. I was going to say I’d treat you to dinner because of the accident I almost caused…” you were shy, you admit. he couldn’t understand how someone who can barely look him in the eye could be so bold.

your offer caused his heart to do a single backflip; that was more of a reaction than any other, he couldn’t recall this kind of reaction from anyone else. to say the least, he was intrigued by the person who sat at the front of class. “do me a deal.” 

“hmm? a deal?” shimmering eyes, etched into his mind.

“you treat me to dinner, and I’ll take you to the party.”

he was met with silence, searching your eyes as you lulled over the thought in your head. right now?

it was almost like he could read your mind. “we could make it a recurring thing… you can make up for me almost hurting not only you but this gorgeous ball of fluff” your heart leaped when he crouched down to rub between maeum’s ears with affection, even more so when he looked back up at you. “… and I’ll teach you how to be sociable.”

“oooh! kinda like a friends with benefits thing?!” you grinned, excited by the fact that you may not have to feel so alone anymore.

his grin widened at your exclaim, certain you weren’t sure exactly what you had just said… “sure… like friends with benefits… are you in?”

and that was how you ended up in the clutches of the notorious bad boy. 

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those around you witnessed a flourishing friendship; you were attached at the hip. your five o’clock walks by the beach were met with his bubbly personality, maeum pleased with having someone else to chase the waves with. you finally had someone to sit beside in class, his signature smirk plastered on his face as the whispers of students wondered who on earth their designated bad boy was sat beside.

it got to the point that you remember the little things. he always ordered extra cheesey tteok because you always added extra onto your own. you packed extra heat packs when you knew he’d be joining you. he started turning up three minutes early because he knew that was how long it took you to get from your apartment to the lobby, where he’d be waiting for you with an extra coffee for you in hand. he knew to wear an extra sweater to the party because you always left without a jacket and would complain of the cold despite the countless shots you had consumed. you noticed that when his foot began to tap as the horrifically drunk girl in front of him continued to run her hand down his bicep, he wanted out, so you always stepped in to play the jealous ex.

as the little things  continued to build up, your feelings flourished alongside them.

not that you ever did anything about them.

until one night it was clear that things weren’t as they used to be. inyeop had dragged you into an unoccupied room at the party, away from the sleaze who was hitting on you.

“what the fuck are you doing?!” you cursed, something you didn’t usually do. it must’ve been the alcohol that coursed through your veins, and the slight haze that the drunk guy’s breath washed over you.

“what am I doing?! what were you just doing out there?!” he grabbed your arm again, you swayed slightly, trying really hard to focus on his eyes.

you smiled at his tone, it was flittered with desperation. “why… what was I doing?”

he couldn’t fight off the annoyance that washed over him at the light smirk that graced your lips. you had been spending far too much time with him, his cockiness was starting to rub off on you.

“you were literally throwing yourself all over that guy!! everyone was watching you!!!” although he knew you weren’t stable on your feet, he shook your shoulders with emphasis.

and the moment you may have changed everything. his face was so close to yours that you could feel his exasperated breath against your cheekbones.

“were you watching?” you shot back.

his eyes widened so much his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. “what…”

it came out as a whisper, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. his eyes began to glisten, the only hint of innocence he could ever show. you turned his world upside down more than he could have ever imagined.

“I was just having fun, yeop.” your taunting was over.

his head shook abruptly like he was trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. your finger reached up to tap the tip of his nose, the bright smile forming on your lips was impossible to not mirror.

he sighed drastically, a giggle escaping your throat. “can we just go back now… I’ll drop you home. I want to see maeum.”

 and like that, you were being dragged out of the house quicker than your feet could keep up. along the way, he had slid his leather jacket over your shoulders as he always did. the walk home was silent as you matched your steps along the path. the low hum of the city began to sober you up, inyeop quietly singing to himself.

since that first party on the night he almost crashed into you, inyeop made it a habit to walk you back. at first, you thought it was because he parked his bike outside your apartment complex. you soon realised there was a caring side behind his bad boy facade that kept everyone else hooked. they clearly didn’t see the soft bean that was for your eyes only. he had become your best friend, and he cared about you just as much as you did him.

he sensed your aura change from beside him, head turning to see the smile light up your face. “what are you grinning about?” his own lips quirked in response to your happy expression.

“not much… just remembering the night you almost sent me and maeum flying.”

he halted abruptly. “hey! you admitted that night was entirely your fault!”

you held your hands up in mocking surrender, “okay! okay… I did admit that…”

he went silent for a moment. and then said something that shocked you; not because of ill intentions, but because you finally realised that that night didn’t just change your life.

“I don’t regret it.”

his eyes were genuine. and you returned the small smile he offered in silent appreciation for one another.

and then the heavens opened.

the mad dash to your apartment was filled with laughter and shrieks from you both. feet slapping against the puddles on the ground as you passed through the lobby doors. your hair clumped in damp strands over your eyes as you began to ring out your damp clothing. inyeop’s jacket became heavy on your shoulders.

“you can’t go home in that. come up for a minute while it settles and you can dry off a little.”

his eyebrows wiggled suggestively in response earning a shove from you.

maeum was overly excited to see inyeop. almost as if you were scotch mist. as he crouched down to give her affection, you headed for your cupboard, pulling out a couple of warm towels for you both to dry off.

you found inyeop lying on his back by the front door, shoes half off with maeum lying on top of his chest giving him her utmost attention. he was mumbling away to himself and giggling.

“what are you laughing about?” the towel landed on his face, earning a scowl from his raindrop stained face.

he then started laughing to himself again.

“what?!” you exclaimed.

“nothing!” he defended, the smile still evident on his lips. you waited, eyebrow raised in questioning.

“it's just… what you said down there got me thinking about something.” you waited again, the silence beckoning more of an explanation for his madness.

he shrugged his sweater off, pulling it from the scruff of the neck over his head. one small flutter.

he proceeded to rush the towel through his hair, biceps flexing in the process. two small flutters.

the whole time, his eyes never flickered from yours. it was the ultimate taunting staredown that caused the third flutter.

you broke the silence first. “thinking about what?”

he neatly folded the towel and placed it over the back of the chair to dry off, his hair sticking up in all sorts of directions. in two quick strides, he was stood in front of you, toes touching and fingers reaching for the dry towel you held tightly in your clutches.

quietly, he ran the towel through your hair, careful to focus on drying it completely so that you didn’t get a cold. from just below his chin, you had the perfect view of his features as his eyebrows etched in concentration. you were dying to know what exactly was going through his mind. you cleared your through in an attempt to drag him out of his thoughts.

“well. downstairs you said something that reminded me of something you said before.” you nodded, indicating for him to elaborate. “when we first met, the night you walked out into the road. you asked me if we could be friends with benefits.”

a deep pink flushed in your cheeks as your hands flew up to cover them. his eyes met yours as the embarrassment washed over you. gotcha.

“I did not say that?!” you tried but the bellow that came from inyeop proved just how much he was enjoying seeing his best friend squirm. he knew back then exactly what you meant, but the thought that anything more could ever come between you haunted him since that day.

“that was what… half a year ago now. you were so innocent back then.” his hands dropped from drying your hair, but not within brushing under your chin quickly in taunt.

you were annoyed. you knew inyeop enjoyed teasing you but surely this was too far. your thoughts drew back to early that night when he pulled you away from the guy you had flirted with because you saw him watching. when you teased him, it was the only time you’d ever seen him hesitate. and you enjoyed it.

“I’m not innocent anymore,” you taunted. eyes narrowed into your own, inyeop focused on read your thoughts as he tried not to react. but he couldn’t help it. for the last few months, you played with each other until you almost crossed the line. but the thought of crossing the line, even just once, left a dull burning in his stomach.

“is that right?” he retorted, eyebrow raised as his face seemingly inched closer to yours.

“mmhm.” it was all you could say. your nose filled with the cologne he was wearing, it was a mix of warming vanilla, swirls of cinnamon and just… him. “how enchanting,” you muttered lowly, he didn’t hear anything.

he was too focused on the way your eyes flickered between his, searching for some kind of each. you were in the same position, you always were. seeing which one of you broke first. but he also knew it would be him. so then came his next words.

“okay… prove it.”

a gasp escaped your throat, a mixture of shock and a sudden craving for touch. “what?” it came out as a whisper.

“prove you’re not innocent. maybe we can expand on that friends with benefits deal we made.” he wasn’t holding back. he had done for far too long, constantly tiptoeing on the tension that could light up this entire apartment building.

your fingers inched closer to him, both for support in your knees that were about to buckle, but also with the overwhelming desire to make contact. his white tshirt clung perfectly to his torso. one night couldn’t hurt.

“okay,” you agreed. but held your hand up to his face quickly to stop him from leaning in. “but! it’s a one time thing. you said you could teach me things so we’ll treat it as that.” excuse after excuse poured out of you before you could stop it, fear that your feelings would multiply the moment his lips met yours.

his lips quirked slightly as he nodded in agreement. but as soon as he got a taste, it was like something was yelling from within, a burning desire that laid idly for so long threatening to overflow. his fingers grappled at the curve of your jaw to keep him grounded. your own pulled at the hem of his shirt, a silent begging for the moment you had both thought about but never acted upon.

your body flushed against his, he barely let go to pull his shirt over his head with one hand, the other planted in a grip at your waist. your lips parted momentarily only to be chasing after one another the moment the white material met the floor. he guided you blindly, knowing your apartment by the back of his hand, your lips locked in a desperate embrace.

the moment your knees hit the end of the bed, you fell backwards hitting the comforter softly. inyeop stood over you, quietly taking in your appearance below him. his eyebrow quirked with his signature smirk making an appearance.

“you sure you just want this to be a one time thing?” his fingers traced up your thigh in taunt.

you groaned and pulled him down to you, “shut up.”

and the night went on, whispers of affection, lips tracing across the plains of each other's skin as he showed you how the gods lived, and you proved to him your innocence melted away at the flick of his fingers. you decided then that you were wrong. it couldn’t be a one time thing. because the moment his lips reached for your own, any unease washed away as you were met with the melting pools of his eyes. 

this was something only the two of you shared. the subtle touches and flirtation from the previous months finally adding up.

the clock flashed in the darkness, indicating that you were approaching the fourth hour of the day. inyeop’s fingers traced down your sides subconsciously as he pressed delicate kisses into your shoulder. you had laid in silence for what felt like hours, basking in each other’s warmth and sudden bursts of giggles as you reached for each other. you were wrapped up in everything about him - his delicate touch, his intoxicating scent, his plush lips that barely left any part of your body untouched.

it was him that broke the silence, pulling you to turn into his embrace, noses brushing as your heads rested against the same pillow. “that was fun.”

you giggled against his lips, his bluntness causing flowers to bloom in your chest. “it was.”

he exhaled slowly, fingers coming up to push your bangs away from your eyes, fingers grazing over your eyebrows. he realised his fingers moved subconsciously to smooth out the frown lines that were usually there… but were far from it in these early hours of the night.

“what do you think… about all this.” he questioned, hoping you didn’t regret the last few hours.

“it was… interesting.” you giggled as the worry on his face faded at your response. “we could… uh- make it a thing.”

“a thing?” he wiggled his eyebrows for the second time that night, suggestively hinting to you.

“yes, a thing.”

“like.. our thing?” his the pads of his fingers wandered the high points of your cheeks until he met your lips, brushing over them nonchalantly.

“sure. our thing.”

he was mesmerised by how your lips moved under his touch, silently scolding himself for not being this bold sooner. you were merely adding another layer onto your friendship, no strings attached.

but his eyes focused solely on your lips, the way they curved when you smiled, only at him. “how enchanting.” he whispered.

and that was how your arrangement began. best friends outside of these four walls. best friends with a twist the moment you stepped in through the door.

 you often found yourself making excuses to remain in your apartment. simply sitting together and reading was enough for you, subtle touches coming with time as you tried to focus on the page in front of you.

but, trying to get his attention once he was engrossed in a book was difficult. you never expected the so-called bad boy to be a softy for mysterious quests and fending off evil. then again, that was one of the raging stereotypes inyeop constantly diminished. 

maeum rested her head against his shoulder as she laid across the top of the sofa, tiny beige fur tickling his neck as she stretched out but he didn’t mind. maybe if you gave attention to maeum he might get a little jealous?

your intense stare, that was supposed to be for her, was often warped by the way his eyebrow quirked at a funny line, or his jawline sharpening abruptly as he stretched his neck from sitting in the same spot all day. his fingers grazing your ankle didn’t help the situation at all. until he caught you staring.

he lifted his head that was previously buried in Legends of Condor Heroes, his hand falling to his lap as he turned to you. his head hit the back of the sofa when his gaze pooled into your own; they glistened, his eyes, something it took you a long time to notice. he’d tell you it happened the moment you said yes… but you’d argue that it was there all along, the walls he built up disguising it from the world.

“what are you looking at?” he quipped, eyebrow raised as a subtle smirk rested on his lips. the way the corners turned up right at the edges formed a fuzzy feeling right in the pit of your stomach. and that’s why he did it - inyeop lived for the reaction he got from you.

“nothing,” you turned your head back to your own book. legs sliding back to your chest as you wrapped your arms around them; your chin rested against your knees while you tried to focus on the words on the page. you had his attention now – bingo.

a sudden jolt almost knocked you off the plush cushions, inyeop had lifted your feet to drape them back over his lap “where they belonged”. the novel he was so concentrated on before was now placed neatly on the armrest, the dog-ear bookmark on the corner resembling maeum’s. a small smile washed over his features when he realised what you were doing, fingers reaching up to tuck your fallen strands behind your ears. you weren’t expecting it; he barely flinched when he pulled you closer. you could see why everyone at school constantly stared, he wasn’t on the weaker side. it was growing more difficult to fight off the rush of emotion that came over you and swelling in your chest each time his eyes crinkled, intensely gazing into your own; his bad boy persona was diminishing little by little before your very eyes.

this arrangement made subtle touches toward each other a very normal thing. you found it difficult to keep your hands to yourself, especially in public. moments as you were walking down the street, your fingers would gravitate toward his.

“hi.” the crinkles around his eyes becoming deeper as he smiled. “someone wants attention.”

“aren’t you supposed to be going on a date soon?” you quipped, remembering that he wasn’t just yours to share.

he hummed, finger coming to his chin exaggeratedly as he stared off to the side in pretend thought. he did, but he knew where he’d rather be.

in response, your book was flung across the room, but not before he delicately folded at the corner of the page you were on. his fingers gripped onto your waist as he inhaled slowly, eyes wandering over your features like it was the first time he ever saw you. 

“fancy a quick one?” that signature smirk was hard to say no to.

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A/N: part 2? ;)