#WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO HEAR HIM TALKING OVER THE PHONE TOO

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Aim for the Sky Part 36 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley needed a day off with his wife, but you needed it more. Taking care of his family would come first from now on, and he had no problem proving that to you. As your plan begins to take shape, one of your allies doubles down.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, pregnancy, oral smut, lactation kink

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Cat gave you an earful over the phone, and you let her. As soon as you told her you wanted to move up the unveiling of the project she'd been leading for months, she panicked.

"I have it scheduled for December," she snapped. "Six weeks from now. It's not perfect yet, and you know how much I like perfection."

When you said, "It doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to work," you heard a muffled scream.

"I'm going to break out in hives. I need to lie down," she hissed. "You're talking about something that affects the entire F/A-18 fleet."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not talking about the whole Super Hornet fleet yet. I'm talking about testing on a handful of aircrafts. Or maybe just one to start..."

When you went silent, Indigo's eyes danced through your mind along with her pompous voice and irritating strut. 

"Do you have any idea how long I'll have to stay at work? I'll be here overnight finishing this. Overnight. Do you hear me?" Cat asked.

"I'll owe you big time," you replied. "I'll babysit Jer a hundred times. A thousand times."

"I absolutely refuse to mention this to Bickel," Cat whispered, reminding you she was at work while you were in your living room. "You can talk to him about it yourself, but I will not. Because I value my relationship with my commanding officer."

"I'll take care of Bickel. He loves it when we're ahead of schedule," you replied, biting your lip as you realized you would very much need his permission to push your plan forward. And you weren't sure you could get it.

"Why do you want this so much? And are you coming back to work today? What's going on?"

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Listen, I'll be there tomorrow, okay? And I'll fill you in then. Just...give me until tomorrow. Please, keep working on your code."

Cat groaned so loudly, you had to pull your phone away from your ear. "Fine." Then the call ended, and you ran for your bedroom with your hand holding your belly.

Bradley was already sound asleep, the dark circle under his eye prominent even as his face was half buried in his pillow. His thick arm was flung across the spot where your body belonged, and you could see his fingers twitching along the bedding like he was searching for you. 

Your heart clenched, and you slipped quietly under the covers next to him. "There you are," he grunted, opening one eye as he pulled you closer. "Did you talk to Cat?"

"Yes," you whispered, letting him pull you close so his chest was pressed snug against your back. His warm hand settled on your belly, and his even breathing filled your ear.

"Baby Girl, I can't stay awake," he murmured, kissing the back of your neck. "I need a little nap, then I'll get up with Rose when she cries," he promised.

"I can get up. I'm not that sleepy," you told him, melting in his arms as his fingers circled your belly button. 

"I love you," he rasped, kissing your ear before his soft snores filled the space. 

Your eyes blinked slowly before closing, and you realized you were exhausted, too. The adrenaline that had filled you when you were in Bradley's office was drained now. Your belly was full from lunch, and Bradley was so warm. Even the baby had settled into a gentle squirming pattern like she knew you needed a break.

Sleep took over. You never heard a sound until you jolted awake alone in the dark bedroom with your breasts aching. You needed to feed Rose for some relief, because it had been hours since she'd eaten, so you slipped out of bed. 

Bradley had her tucked in his arm, reading a story about a goose on the couch while Rose poked his mustache. Every other word was punctuated with his laughter, and Rose erupted into giggles.

"How am I supposed to finish the story when you keep distracting me? Now we'll never know if the silly goose finds his friends, and that's your fault, Nugget."

Rose giggled more, and Bradley tossed the book aside to give her kisses while you watched from the end of the hallway. He was the most perfect father, and you should have never doubted him. You wanted to apologize a million more times, but when his eyes met yours, you simply said, "I love you, Roo."

He was on his feet, Rose held against his chest, and then he was smothering you in kisses, too. You couldn't stop laughing as his rough mustache scratched your cheeks while he held you in place with one big hand on your butt.

When he finally stopped, he took you by the hand and said, "Wait until you see this. You're not going to believe it."

"What?" you asked, but he was already setting Rose down on her play mat. As soon as she was on her belly, she popped up to her knees, crawled two feet, and collapsed back onto her belly. "She's crawling!"

"She's crawling!" Bradley shouted. "I took a video of the first time, so you didn't miss it. This was only the second time, I swear. Unless she's been crawling around in her crib."

"She probably has been," you cooed, easing yourself down onto the floor next to her. She promptly started crying hysterically. "She associates you with fun. I think she only associates me with food," you said, pulling your shirt over your head.

"That's not true," Bradley insisted, staring openly at your breasts which were starting to leak. "You're so much more than a perfect rack."

With an eye roll you said, "I guess I should start thinking about what to make for our dinner while she eats." 

Rose latched on while Bradley kissed the top of your head. "I already took care of it."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I reprised one of your mom's crockpot meals. Chicken soup."

You blinked up at him as he stood. "How? We don't have any groceries. I haven't felt like going shopping."

"Rosie and I took care of it. You needed to sleep, so we went to Costco. Did you know they give you twice the number of free samples if you take the cutest baby in the world?"

"Did you wear her in her carrier on your chest?" you asked as he went into the kitchen.

"Yep."

"That'll do it. Makes you look irresistible." Bradley blushed as he took the lid off the soup, and then the smell of dinner hit your nose. "Oh my god, I'm starving."

He started shifting things around on the counter. "I'll bring you a bowl, and it should be cool enough to eat by the time Rose is done."

You watched him work as your daughter got groggy in your arms. Bradley carried two bowls into the living room along with crackers and lemonade. He had dinner set up for both of you by the time Rose's eyes started to close, and that's when you realized just how late it was.

"I think she's ready for bed," you whispered, handing her to Bradley so you could stand.

"Go eat. I'll burp her and change her diaper," he promised, nodding toward the food. 

As soon as his big hand circled her back, you heard her burp. It always took you twice as long. This was also the first night in weeks Bradley was home at this early, and you felt tears prickle your eyes as he walked around singing to Rose about the silly goose and his friends before vanishing into the nursery. It didn't take him long to return empty handed, and when he did, you were crying on the couch.

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Bradley missed this so much. He'd only been home for a handful of nights to get Rose ready for bed recently. Right now he was enjoying her fuzzy hair against his lips as he gently set her down on her changing table. He grabbed a fresh diaper and clean pajamas covered in airplanes while she yawned. 

"Are you too tired to finish the story?" he whispered. "You're going to leave me on a silly goose cliffhanger?"

He swore she nodded. She probably did, she was so fucking smart. She could roll over and crawl, and soon she'd be talking and walking around. 

"Okay," he murmured. "We can finish the book tomorrow."

He flicked on the lullaby machine even though she was already falling asleep in her crib and went in search of his wife and his dinner. But he found you sitting on the couch with tears on your cheeks.

He dropped to his knees in front of you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head. "I'm just happy you're home tonight."

Bradley's face fell as you wiped at your tears, guilt filling his body. "I'm so sorry I fucked up so much," he replied, reaching for your hands. "I just wanted to be on top of everything at work, but I should have been here with you."

"It's okay," you sobbed.

"No. It's not. None of this is fair to you, and I'm not even talking about Indigo right now. You need me helping more at home, and I haven't been. I took this new position so I could be here more and be deployed less, but I fucked it up. I'm thinking about asking Mav to pull me."

"No," you gasped, wiggling off the couch and onto his lap. "You can't, Bradley. You're such a good teacher."

He buried his face in your neck and inhaled as he wrapped his arms around you. "I'm a joke. Nobody's taking me seriously. I have a student who convinced herself she could take advantage of me."

You jerked his chin up so he was looking at you. "That's not even true. She admitted she pulled the same shit in the past, and of course she wanted you, too. You're so sexy. But that's her fucking problem at the end of the day, not yours. And I won't let her make it ours."

Bradley closed his eyes as you kissed his nose and his cheeks. "I just want you to be happy," he whispered. "I'll do whatever I can to make my family happy."

When you said, "You already reported her, right?" he nodded. "That makes me happy. And if you come home on time more often, that will make me happy, too."

"What about a vacation?" he asked softly, letting his hand rest on your belly. "Just the four of us? We could go away for our anniversary. Today was so nice, I think we need some more time off together."

You hummed and nodded. "Let me make sure I don't piss Bickel off tomorrow before I agree to that. I don't want to request time off with my tail between my legs."

Bradley raised one eyebrow. "I'm scared to know what you need to talk about that could make him upset."

"The less you know, the better."

Your words didn't calm his nerves, but your kisses did. So did the soup which was the perfect temperature to eat. You even watched an episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey with him before he started cleaning up.

"I can do that," you told him. "I slept all afternoon."

He turned you toward the bedroom and swatted at your butt. "You and Nugget number two were tired. Go relax in bed and start looking at the Halloween costumes I saved in my Amazon cart for Rose." 

Bradley handed you his phone and sent you on your way. He let Tramp outside and loaded the dishwasher before wiping down the counter and packing up the rest of the dinner. When he finally walked into the bedroom, you were topless and giggling.

"We have to get her this costume!" you insisted, holding up his phone, showing him the one that was actually his top choice as well.

"That was my favorite," he grunted, watching your tits bounce as you sat up.

"It's too perfect. I'll order it right now."

Bradley was distracted as he walked around the room, trying to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and got undressed, eyes barely able to look anywhere but at your body. This morning, he woke up in the Bronco on the driveway, because you thought there was a chance he was messing around behind your back. He was just happy to put that behind him. He wasn't about to press his luck as he climbed in bed.

"Here you go," you whispered, handing his phone back. He took it and plugged it in to charge overnight, but your breasts brushed his arm. They were heavy and perfect, your nipples big and pert from all the hormones and breast milk. And now he was fully erect as he tried to lay on his back, reaching to turn the lamp off.

"Are you ready for bed? Or do you feel like staying up a little longer?"

Bradley's gaze snapped to your face as his fingers hovered next to the lamp. "I could stay up a little longer," he rasped, keeping his eyes away from your tits which were pressed together as you leaned closer to him. "If you want."

Bradley had barely touched you in weeks which was evidenced by his throbbing cock. You'd seemed tired and distant, all thanks to Indigo, but he didn't put the pieces together at the time. He thought you were worn out from your pregnancy. Right now, he was horny as hell but afraid for you to know where his mind was as he tried to discreetly adjust himself.

He left the lamp on as you curled up snug against his side. "I saw that you started another notebook for the baby," you said, your fingers skimming along your belly, showing off your perfect body.

Bradley grunted. "Each Nugget gets to read my personalized thoughts on parenthood when they're older."

Your lips found his shoulder, and he shivered. "You're a good dad. I'm sorry I doubted you." Bradley closed his eyes as your fingers traced his chest hair down to his abs. It felt like heaven. He wasn't going to make it.

"Why are you topless?" he gasped, tone accusatory. "You've been sleeping in a sports bra with those pad things in them."

"My nursing pads?" you asked, clearly confused. "So I don't leak at night?"

"Yeah. Those things. Why are your tits all over the place right now?"

You looked taken aback as you pulled your hand away from his body and sat up. Bradley groaned, eyes raking all over you as his cock tented the bedding. "I was going to put a bra on before I fall asleep. It just felt nice to take a break for a few minutes. Is it bothering you? I'll put it on now."

You were pouting, and he was sweating as you started to climb out of bed. "Jesus Christ, Sweetheart. Come back," he begged, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "You look so fucking hot, I can't focus on anything."

"Oh." Your pout turned into softly parted lips that he needed to kiss. So he did. He sat up, letting the bedding fall to his hips as he smashed his lips to yours. Fuck, you felt too good. And then you blindly nudged his cock with your hand. "Oh!"

You pulled away, wide eyed and staring down. "Yeah," he grunted. "But in my defense, you had your tits all over the place. You still do." Then you wrapped your hand around his erection, and Bradley collapsed against his pillow. "We don't have to mess around tonight," he gasped. "It wasn't my intention at all. I just wanted to spend time together."

Your laughter filled his ears, and colors erupted behind his eyelids as you worked your hand down to his balls. "You really never stopped wanting me?"

"I've wanted you nonstop since the moment I first saw you," he whined, and then your lips wrapped around his cock. Bradley's eyes flew open, watching you give him head, but after a minute of pleasure, he was reaching for you. "I won't last another minute."

You pulled him free with a pop. "So?"

Bradley panted. "So, I want to make you feel good, too."

You smirked and licked him from balls to tip. "It makes me feel good knowing you can't stop looking at my body." He forced his gaze from your nipples to your face. "And it will make me feel good to swallow your cum before letting you suck on my tits."

He was going to pass out, he was sure of it. "Okay," he rasped, in no position to argue with you while you were gagging on his cock. 

He had been correct. After another minute, he was grabbing at the bedding, hanging on for dear life. Your tits were bouncing against his inner thighs, and your belly looked gorgeous. Your face was perfect as you looked up at him with your mouth full. This wasn't what he expected, but he wasn't mad about it. He came, barking out your name as you swallowed every drop, licking him clean.

When you eased yourself onto your back, coaxing him closer to your taut nipples, he moaned. He was in heaven with your fingers in his hair, and when he tasted you, he knew he'd never get enough.

He kept you up for another hour, making sure you felt as good as he did.

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You couldn't stop smiling the next morning as Bradley kissed your cheek while you tried to put your contacts in. "Can I have a little space, Roo?" you asked sweetly.

"No," he whispered, crowding in closer. "I can't stop touching you."

He'd done plenty of that last night. You came so hard on his mouth and fingers, you thought you were going to wake Rose up. Turns out Bradley had been missing you while you were trying to block him out to protect yourself. But Indigo was toast. You'd see to that. She had Bradley convinced he was terrible at his job, and that just wouldn't do. Neither would the fact that nobody got to have your husband except you.

"If you let me get ready for work, I'll blow you again tonight."

He took an immediate step away, hands up in surrender. "By all means, have as much space as you need, Sweetheart. I'll get Rose up and let her crawl around with Tramp."

After you brushed your teeth, you went to the closet. The maternity tent taunted you from the back corner, but you decided to squeeze into your regular uniform. "You'll have your day soon enough," you whispered. But your mind was already focused on work.

If Cat stayed late enough to finish the code, then just maybe you could pull this off. Indigo could get her punishment through the Navy, but you wanted to give her a little something special yourself. After all, she knew who you were, but she didn't know you overheard her in Bradley's office.

You were smiling as you strutted through the living room and out the front door. Rose was buckled in and ready to go, and Bradley was waiting in the driver's seat of the red Bronco with his aviators on.

"You look hot," he murmured, reaching to buckle your seatbelt for you after you climbed in. His lips brushed yours making you very aware you'd be late for work if the three of you didn't leave now.

"I told you I'd blow you tonight, not now."

Bradley laughed and started the engine. "That's not what I'm after, and you know it."

After he backed out of the driveway, he reached for your hand. "What are you after?"

"I want to have lunch with you in the cafeteria today."

Your smile grew as Bradley's rough fingers tangled with yours. "That sounds nice. Not sure what time I'll be able to get away though."

"Text me. Whenever you're free, I'll make it work."

"Okay," you whispered, turning to check on Rose. "And we'll leave on time to go home?"

"We'll leave on time to go home," Bradley confirmed.

You almost made another comment about the blowjob, but you knew it wasn't about that. He promised to do better, and you were going to as well. Starting with showing Indigo who's boss on your husband's behalf.

An hour later, your knuckles connected with Bickel's office door. "Come in!"

This was not the time for nerves. You needed to sound confident as hell. "Captain Bickel, Sir, can we talk about one of our projects for a minute?"

"Sure, Lieutenant Commander," he replied, shuffling some things on his desk. "Uh, have a seat."

He was kind and patient, and as soon as you got into it, you weren't nervous at all. "How do you feel about testing our code on some grounded Super Hornets ahead of schedule?" Kicking the project off early could actually be beneficial, and you knew it. It was a pretty easy sell. "It could give us a little more time to work out any kinks before the end of the year."

Bickel leaned back in his seat. "I'm not sure Lieutenant Commander Coleman is finished with the preliminaries."

"Oh, she is," you told him with a smile. "She's way ahead of schedule, because she's brilliant."

He laughed and nodded. "We really do have a great team. Hmmm." His brow furrowed, and he looked through his calendar. "I think this could actually work out well. Starting updates ahead of schedule means we could have the fleet back in the air ahead of schedule. Go ahead and move forward with an aircraft or two."

Your heart was racing. It was the moment of truth. This might not work out at all. "Do I need to choose randomly?"

Bickel shook his head. "Choose whichever you want. But if you ground your own husband, that's on you. I will not bail you out of that argument."

Satisfaction filled your insides as Bickel laughed at his own joke, and a giddy grin spread across your face. "I know just where to start, Sir," you promised, saluting him before running back to the lab with both hands on your belly.

Cat glared at you when you sat on the stool next to her. "I am so tired. Literally and figuratively," she mumbled. "Don't come in here and try to talk to me with your peppy BS. I don't want to hear it."

You laughed merrily and slid her computer away from her.

"Hey!" she complained, reaching for it, but you shook your head.

"We can start testing whenever we want," you said, opening the credentials list of each aviator currently at Top Gun associated with an F/A-18. "And we can choose which aircraft to run the program on first."

You scrolled past BRADSHAW, BRADLEY and FITCH, REUBEN and GARCIA, MICKEY as you made your way through the alphabet. When you got to JEFFRIES, BROOKE, you stopped and smiled. "Bingo."

"Who's Lieutenant Jeffries? And why did you go directly her them?" Cat asked as you casually went back to her lines of code to start double checking everything.

"Oh, she's been trying to fuck Bradley for over a month."

"What?" Cat screeched, jumping out of her seat. "What's going on?!"

You waved your hand dismissively. "She's a young pilot training under him, and apparently she likes getting sexy, older officers to sleep with her. Nothing's going on, much to her displeasure."

"Well of course nothing's going on!" Cat spat. "Hasn't she seen the way your husband looks at you like you're a dessert buffet?" You snorted, but she ripped her computer from your hands. "Give me this," she muttered, pounding away on the keys. A few seconds later, you realized what she was doing, but it was too late.

"Cat, don't!" you gasped. "You put 'check for potential incompetence and/or pilot error' in the notes!"

"So what?" she snarled. "I always do that when I ground an aircraft. It adds a layer of safety."

"I didn't even finish checking your new code to verify we can run the program!"

"It doesn't matter," she added, inching her computer further away from you. "My code is flawless. And this bitch can sit on the ground indefinitely, I don't even care. Don't mess with my friends."

You watched as Cat's index finger slammed into the return key.

"Oh my god," you groaned. "We're logged in under your credentials which means you're the one who will have to do a thorough investigation!"

This would add hours and hours of work to Cat's schedule. You knew it. She knew it, too, but she was rolling her shoulders with a satisfied smirk on her face. "I love investigations. I haven't done one since the summer. And as far as I'm concerned, it's better to be safe than sorry." Her smirk melted into a solemn expression. "I take my job very seriously. You know for a fact I'll do everything by the book."

"What about all the extra hours?" you whispered.

"I don't give a shit. You can help Jake can take care of Jer while I work late. I'll go over Jeffries' aircraft with a fine tooth comb."

When you looked at her, you burst into tears. "Thank you."

"You don't have thank me. It's my pleasure to keep the Pacific Fleet safe from all kinds of threats."

Eventually you texted Bradley when you were done checking Cat's perfect work, letting him know you were ready for lunch. The cafeteria was packed, but you found him standing alone at the end of the line.

"There you are," he murmured, collecting you in his arms and kissing you in front of everyone. "I'm so hungry, I thought I was going to have to start without you." He ushered you into line with a tray and began to pile it with food. "I got an email a few minutes ago letting me know that Indigo will be grounded until further notice starting tomorrow. You know anything about that?"

"I already told you, the less you know, the better. Don't forget to grab the hot sauce."

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I'm afraid Indigo doesn't stand a chance if Cat teams up with BG... I just don't want her anywhere near Bradley. Gonna start wrapping up this series in a few more chapters!

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૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა ⋮ fratboy!chris forgets about loser!readers birthday . . .

an : talked to my baby star about this. in honor of my birthday being a few weeks ago :) rewrote this a few times lolol

you find yourself wandering inside the frat house right after a party. there are drunken bodies draped across various surfaces, stepping carefully around cans and bottles. one misstep and some bottles clang into eachother, casting a nervous glance towards the sleeping forms—only to realize everyone is far too gone to have woken up from such a quiet sound.

your thumb spins and fidgets with the ring on your finger, having gotten it as a gift from one of your current friends. she was sweet, and didnt seem stuck up like a bunch of the girls around campus. you mentioned your birthday once to her and she still ended up remembering.

it meant a lot to you, only because not many people have remembered your birthday before. your parents never cared to get you something when they spotted the scribbled note on the calender saying "y/n's birthday :p" in bold sharpie, and you stopped talking about it in school since no one seemed to care or listen to you.

the further upstairs you go, the more hushed voices you can hear. some guys weren't all wasted, and were probably taking care of themselves or a girl. or fucking a girl, one of the doors to your right shut tight as high pitched moans filtered out the thin walls.

reaching the door at the end of the hall, it's cracked open slightly as smoke slowly wafts out of it every few seconds. creaking it open, you immediately spy chris in his desk chair, hunched over as a joint sits in his mouth. this particular person basically demanded him to roll with pink paper, which was also thin as fuck. his fingers were too long and too big for him to do it well, but it doesn't matter as long as he got it done.

with a flick of his eyes towards the doorway, chris sighs out a huff of smoke and takes the joint between his lips and sets it onto the ash tray nearby. a faint crack is heard in his shoulders as he straightens his back out just by a little, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. the space is illuminated by a single lamp, warm yellow light seeming to calm your nerves and release the sudden tension in your shoulders.

"what?" chris blinks at you, tilting his head a little as he leans back in the chair. it groans under his sudden added weight, fingers grasping the joint as he takes a hit of it. the tip glows a bright orange, sighing out smoke as he flicks the ash into the little tray. the tray you got him for his birthday. the one with a little deer painted on it.

"nothin'.. just thought i'd come see you," suddenly feeling scrutinized under his gaze, you quickly stride towards his bed and sit down on the edge of it, like it'd burn you if you weren't careful. when chris turns around and continues with his job, you sigh to yourself and shift onto the mattress some more, falling onto your back as your hair splays out around you due to the action.

the two of you find yourselves sitting in silence more often than usual. it's not always uncomfortable, as you find a nice peace in the silence that comes with the ones close to you. but today in particular, at this moment, the air feels suffocating and chris feels like he's forcing himself to stay on that chair. it's just like he doesn't want to be near you, and the feeling comes with familiar memories of your childhood. it was always kids who shifted away from you when you tentatively sat next to them, just wanting a friend.

you notice a can of opened pepsi on chris' desk that you missed, noting the alcohol that sits right next to it. you hear him curse a few times, getting upset at how he's doing with his "job". he takes casual hits of the joint, and you watch his back shift as slender fingers grab the neck of a bottle of alcohol to sip at.

you pull your phone out to be met with more birthday messages. but, you only desire those two words from a certain someone.

the day goes on and you end up in chris' bed, under his sheets, with a book in your lap. unsurprisingly, a party has broken out downstairs, the walls and floors of the frat house vibrating from the blaring music. it's late already, and most people have classes to attend tomorrow. but, most people who were at frat parties frequently never did care about their academics anyways.

you dont know how long its been, but a certain amount of time passes. a stumbling chris is cursing when he trips over his own foot, shutting his room door behind him once wobbling inside. you can instantly tell he's wasted and gotten a few hits of some drug earlier. what you dont expect is for him to eye you, drunkenly grin, and then immediately walk over to lay his whole body down onto your own.

groaning at the impact, chris looks like he could give less of a fuck. his eyes glance up and his hand runs through unkept curls, a goofy smirk stretching across his face. his hands are on your hips and you brace your hands on his shoulders, not in the mood for whatever he wanted to do right now.

with a sigh, you give up when chris shoots you a look like you've gone crazy, letting his face push itself into your neck. very rarely is he like this around you, because when he's wasted he usually just turns meaner. you deflate when soft kisses are pressed into your neck, his hair tickling your face.

"i heard.." smooch, "it," smooch, "was your birthday," you feign ignorance, like you've known all along he would remember as you laugh softly, chris being too out of his head to notice the tone of your voice anyways. your hands grow sweaty and clammy, hating the way a thick rope seems to wrap around your neck, making the words you squeak out sound small and pathetic.

"yeah, i guess."

"sorry," smooch, "didn't remember," chris' nose nudges against your jawline, his face suddenly in front of yours—looking so unlike his usual expression. you kind of hate it. with this chris, everything is almost unexpected, and you are never sure on what to do next and what type of reaction it'll trigger.

"i love you, y'know?.."

you don't hear the words at first. you think maybe you're too exhausted and you're hearing things, eyes wide as you blink frantically. you hands still, body tensing up. because that doesn't sound at all like something chris would say. he once refused to hold hands with you for the sole reason that they were in public and he was 'scared people would assume'.

you don't think it's anything. why would you? until the words are getting mumbled against your skin and repeated over and over and over in your ears. like a quiet prayer, full of hope and desperation.

you know it's the alcohol talking. that and whatever else chris took tonight, that he isn't sober and you know deep down he would never say anything like this sober. when you end up coming to your senses, you let your eyes close and try to shift him off of you.

"stop. chris."

even with your firm tone and obvious unpleasant emotions, he doesn't pick up on them. little murmurs of affection graze your skin—your cheeks, forehead, tip of your nose, jawline, lips, neck. you hate it, in a way. chris doesn't ease up, groaning when you eventually shove him harder than normal.

"chris, stop. you don't mean that, you know you don't."

he doesn't say anything, just leans in slowly to press a kiss to your cheek. testing the waters, to see if you'll push him away again.

you've always been weak to him, 'stop' leaving your mouth every time he says something sweet. it unsettles you, because it was so hard to deny him. you know he doesn't mean it. you know he'll deny this ever happened and possibly forget about it the next morning. it'll barely leave a mark on him, while it'll probably scar you forever.

"happy birthday.. love you, m'so in love w'you."

"chris.."

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©eph3merall 2025

[muwapsturniolo]

Nipple or Tip ( • )( • ) C. Sturniolo

"I also saw one of those weird makeup hacks-"

⟢ funny shit tbh. nipples and tips of dick are mentioned as well as balls. chris being unhinged in ulta, reader done with his bs but also down with his bs.

dividers by the one and only rose toy @bernardsbendystraws

You were a beauty lover, it was well known by everyone in your life. When you were a kid, you were constantly in your moms makeup bag, messing up her high-priced lipsticks and eyeshadows on a daily basis.

As you got older, that love for makeup stayed.

You had a whole beauty room in your two-bedroom apartment. You had the vanity, the box lights as well as ring lights, and drawers on top of drawers filled with makeup you may not even have a chance to touch.

Chris knew of your love for makeup, he has been in you're beauty room one too many times to think otherwise. He never saw it as too much because he knew it was your way of expressing yourself - he was never the one to hate on expression.

So here he was, driving you to the place he should just invest in at this point.

Ulta.

You spent so much time there, that the workers recognize you. You have the credit card, you've racked up points, and you memorized the aisles. This was basically your third home, the first being your own and the second being Chris's.

"Alright, what do you need today?"

You proceed to go through your list as you walk inside the bright store, the sound of Billie's "Birds of a Feather" playing over the speakers. The song distracts him for a moment, but he comes back to reality hearing you say foundation.

"Wait, didn't you just get a new foundation?"

"Well...Yes, but I need another one!" He gives you a look as the two of you walk over to Wyn Beauty. "Technically, you don't need another one. You have about forty of them, but who am I to complain considering you're paying?"

It's comical to him the way you stop in your tracks, your eyes widening in disbelief. "What do you mean I'm paying? It's your turn to pay!"

Chris chuckles to himself, fixing the beanie on his head. "I'm just pulling your clit."

"Chris please stop fuckin' talking to me. That's not even how the damn saying goes!"

He giggles like a schoolboy and kisses your shoulder, motioning to the bright green packaging in front of you. "Go ahead and pick out your millionth foundation."

And so you do, you pick out a new foundation...and concealer, primer, setting spray, bronzer, lip gloss, and lipstick.

"Ok, now a lip liner." Your words spark Chris's interest, his mind going back to a specific video he saw not too long ago. The two of you start walking over to NYX, and he decides to fill you in on the content he consumed.

"So like, I saw this makeup video on tik- Why are you getting makeup videos on TikTok? What girl are you sending them to?"

"I'm getting them because of you, dumbass. You're the only girl that actually puts up with me, why would I talk to another one?" You snicker to yourself knowing he's right.

He's too in love with you to go find someone else.

"Anyway, like I was saying. I saw this video on TikTok where this girl was trying out these makeup hacks or secrets, whatever it's called. So she said the best way to match your lip liner is to match it to your nipples! Crazy shit, but it has me thinking, what if you matched it to the tip of my dick?"

All you could do was stare at him in silence.

"You being deadass?"

He shrugs before answering you, a smirk that shows he's up to no good making its way onto his face. "I mean, I think it would look nice on you. A nice pinky red....It's up your alley anyway considering you have a blush named 'orgasm' and a mascara called 'better than sex' ."

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking to me?" He groans and pulls you closer, his hands settling right on top of your ass. "Come on it would be funny! I will literally give you my card and let you roam in TJ Maxx and I will take you to Chili's!''

"You had me at TJ Maxx."

You whip your phone out, thanking yourself for buying a privacy screen, and begin scrolling through your privet photo albums to find a picture of Chris's dick.

"Wait, you should match one to your nipples too. Then we can compare which one looks better."

He could be so childish at times, but you were the exact same.

The two of you stand in the aisle, holding up different shades of pink and brown to your phone. Eventually, you two settle on "Rose" and "Nutmeg", the two colors being the closest you could get.

Soon the two of you are back in the car and Chris is urging you to try on both lip liners, refusing to drive until he sees them on you. You first try on the brown shade, lining your lips with ease. It was a pretty color, simple and not unusual considering you always wore brown lipliner.

You turn to Chris, asking him what he thinks. "Sexy as usual. You know I like it when you do the brown ones." You smile at his flattering words, giving him a quick peck on the lips before wiping the lip liner off. You unravel the pink liner and swipe it on, rubbing your lips together so it blends out.

"So what do we think? Nipple or tip?"

You see the way his eyes dart across your face, analyzing everything about you.

"Both look good, you know you can make everything look good. It's what I love about you." You find your cheeks getting warm, never getting used to the way he makes you feel so good, even on days when you look like a bum.

"Come on, I promised to let you roam in TJ Maxx." He puts the car in reverse and begins driving towards the retail store. The drive is quiet for the most part, nothing but music and the occasional small talk. As soon as the two of you make it to TJ Maxx, Chris turns to you before getting out of the car.

"You know, I also saw one of those weird makeup hacks where this girl put her foundation on with her boyfriend's balls."

"This the last time imma tell you to shut up talkin' to me!"

[lvrrgirlll]

Valentine’s Day with Mr. Big!Patrick…

~2k words, smut under the cut, mdni

Another February 14th in New York City. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and you were… alone.

You hadn’t talked to Patrick in 3 days, which may not have seemed like a lot, but to you, it was a lot. You worried you two were slipping out of the honeymoon phase already, despite the fact that you’d only been dating for 2 months so far, and didn’t know what to do. You had spent the night with him 3 nights ago, and all was going well. That was until you mentioned Valentine’s Day.

“So… y’know what’s in 3 days,” you asked as you traced little hearts onto his toned bicep, offering him a goofy grin.

He chuckled a bit, his gravely ‘morning voice’ still very apparent and striking a chord somewhere deep within you. “Uhh… Friday?” His eyes crinkled as he grinned. He was like this. So devilishly handsome, so effortlessly adorable, and so painfully clueless. You often couldn’t tell if he was teasing or not, because he was, in some ways, a mystery to you even after all this time.

You chose to hope he was only kidding and smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. “Ha ha, very funny. It’s Friday but it’s also…” you attempted to prompt him, looking at him expectantly.

“Friday the 13th? I’ve got nothing sweetheart, why don’t you just tell me…” he replied smoothly, though it was anything but the answer you were hoping for. He pulled you into his arms and onto his chest when he spoke, leaving you unable to avoid his now obvious genuine lack of awareness at what holiday was right around the corner.

“You really don’t know?” He shook his head again. You couldn’t stand this. Sighing and slumping your head down onto his bare chest, you murmured into his skin “it’s Valentine’s Day.”

After you gave it away, he was surprised at how much you seemed to value the holiday and you were, in all honesty, pissed that he hadn’t realized or seemed to care once you told him. He acted like it was… just something silly. But what’s silly about love?

You had kissed him and then left, citing some meeting with your editor, expecting him to call later that night to apologize for being so careless. But when no such apology came, you were left confused and nearing a wallowing state, leaving you alone on Valentine’s Day.

You reached for the phone, hoping to call up your girl friends and see if they were also alone and wanted to get together, but right as you were about to pick it up, it began to rang. Picking it up immediately, you were pleasantly surprised to be met with Patrick’s voice.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” It was smooth. Maybe too smooth. But it was Valentine’s Day, after all. You were just happy to hear his voice.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you practically squealed back, flopping onto your bed as you twirled the phone cord in your finger.

“So I was thinking… you and me, we should spend the day together. I wanna take you out. I thought we’d start with a little walk around the city, I may or may not already have some flowers for you… and then we can go by that new cafe that just opened up for a late breakfast/early lunch-“

You cut him off then with an eager “yes!” “And then this evening I’ve sort of been invited to this Vogue Valentine’s party, it’s supposed to be really chic and classy, if you’d want to be my plus one…”

You can practically hear the smirk when his voice ripples through the phone. “Oh, I’d love to be your plus one.” You wanted to do a happy dance right there in your apartment. You were back in the game! “So I’ll meet you outside your apartment in 30 minutes?”

Your day from there was nothing short wonderful. He showed up at your door with a big bouquet of fresh, red roses, probably at least fifty, maybe a hundred. It was clear he spared no expense. As the two of you strolled through the city, it felt as if those three days hadn’t mattered at all, and maybe you were just overreacting, because here and now, this felt like it. Over brunch at the cafe —which was incredibly chic, by the way— the two of you discussed valentines past and laughed about all of the ridiculousness of your old relationships.

Of course, he mentioned how he didn’t like to celebrate Valentine’s Day normally, even being such a ladies’ man. He took the position of most men in Manhattan in corporate America: that it was “a commercial holiday made to sell chocolate, flowers, jewelry, and stuffed animals to poor saps who had to shower their wives or girlfriends with gifts and to lonely people wanting to drown their sorrows alike.” He was such a businessman. You had to remind him, then, that he had bought into it by buying you such nice roses, to which he only shot you a crooked smile accompanied by a wink, commenting “well you’re worth it.” God, you could just melt.

After brunch the two of you took the long way back to your apartment, walking through the park a bit. You marveled at all the sweet couples while he made cynical, sarcastic comments about how much they probably secretly hated each other. It wasn’t like he had an aversion to love, quite the opposite actually, but again, he was a businessman…

When you finally reached your apartment, you parted ways with a passionate kiss on your front steps. “Pick you up at eight?” He asked, smiling down at you lazily.

“Eight’s perfect,” you hummed.

“Knowing you, you’ll still be doing your hair at eight, but y’know you’re worth the wait,” he joked, kissing you again before starting off. “I’ll be here at eight, hold me to it,” he shouted as you parted ways.

“Oh, I will!”

He was right about what he’d said, dammit. You were obviously running late, per usual. You had picked out a dress, a satiny, red little number that didn’t leave much to the imagination. And actually your hair and makeup was done. It was the shoes you couldn’t decide on!

Patrick sat on your bed as you rummaged through your closet, hoping to find the elusive ‘perfect pair of shoes.’ “So what do these shoes look like exactly,” he called out, looking over the scattered pile of heels and pumps that laid not too far from his feet.

“I don’t know! I’ll know them when I see them… I just need the perfect shoes to go with this dress,” you insisted. At that, he scoffed.

“I think I like the dress better without much else on you…” he attempted to flirt with you, but this was no lighthearted matter. It was the Vogue party and you needed the perfect shoes. You rummaged around a bit more, reaching into the depths of your closet before you found a kitten heeled sandal with a floral detail. It was perfect!

“Ok, we can go now,” you exclaimed, posing in the doorway of your closet for him. His eyes raked over your body, jaw slack. He moved to check his watch, then.

“And only 30 minutes late,” he remarked, quirking an eyebrow as a silent ‘I told ya.’

“Hey, we’re fashionably late…”

The party was nice, with an open bar and goodie bags with Chanel and Dior samples, you couldn’t complain. It was a bit… tame, though. After some schmoozing, introducing Patrick to some writers you knew and basking in the ‘oh, you two make such a hot couple’-s, you both were ready to leave.

“What’s say we get outta here and go back to my place…” he whispered into your ear, dipping down to place a kiss onto your shoulder as he took the empty glass out of your hand, handing it to one of the many waiters patrolling the event. You looked around, mostly to make sure that you had talked to everyone you needed to, before turning to him and smiling.

“I’d like that.”

Back at his apartment, Patrick offered you some wine and even pulled out some chocolate covered strawberries for you two to enjoy. It was lovely, but that didn’t last long, both your burning desires for each other bubbling up like champagne popping from a bottle.

You were making out on his couch, the view of the city from his window underscoring the moment perfectly, as the Empire State Building lit up in a heart. “Oh, Pat, look…” you pulled away to point it out. He only hummed in response, pulling you back in and mumbling into your lips how it was ‘sweet.’

Eventually, you two moved from the couch to his king sized bed, the Egyptian cotton sheets cascading around you as he ravaged you. His lips were all over you like he was a man starved. He tugged at the hem of your dress, pulling it up and off of you in moments, marveling at your beauty.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to me…” he mumbled, more so to himself, sighing. He then freed himself of his finely tailored suit, moving back to you, the feeling of skin on skin so tender and so intimate. He brought his lips to your chest, pressing hot kisses to your skin and tonguing at you teasingly. It made you giggle and your face screw up in pleasure all at the same time.

“Pat…” you whined, looking at him with a needy pout. He only smirked at that.

“Yeah, okay, okay, I know I shouldn’t tease… it is Valentine’s Day after all. Let me show you how much I care…” He tugged his boxers down, pulling your panties to the side and sliding in easily, a breathy groan escaping his lips as his eyes shut. You gasped as he began to move, first at a steady pace, then quickening soon after, as if he couldn’t help himself.

“I missed ‘ya, honey,” he panted as he thrust in and out of you swiftly. “I’m sorry I was a dick about Valentine’s Day. You’ve-“ he hit especially deep, causing you to moan and squeeze tightly around him. “Y- you’ve shown me just how good it can be...” He leaned in to kiss you, stifling you moans as he still moved in and out at an impossible speed. You were overwhelmed by pleasure and adoration. As he shoved into you, you kissed and bit down lightly on his shoulder, trying to contain yourself, knowing he liked to finish together.

He knew you were almost there and he didn’t want to keep you waiting. Moving even quicker, if it was even possible, he felt that familiar heat, knowing then that he was ready. “I’m there baby- fuck… c’mon.” One of his hands was tangled in your hair but the other one came down to rub at your clit, making your hips buck up as you gasped.

“Fuck, Pat, I’m gonna…m’gonna…” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as your release overtook your body, feeling him come down too. He pulled out, laying next to you and pulling your body close to his and kissing your forehead.

“Can I tell you something,” he asked, voice muffled as he spoke into your hair.

“Sure,” you muse back. He sounded sweet, contemplative, as if he might finally say those three little words… (‘I love you.’)

“I am so glad you’re on the pill…” he chuckled dryly, leaving you to roll your eyes and flick him in the arm. You relationship may have been a bit rough around the edges, but hey, it was yours.

[zealoushound]

Give An Old Country Boy A Chance

Summary: While waiting for his breakfast in the drive-thru line Sy becomes smitten for the stranger in the car behind him. What would happen if he paid for her breakfast, and slipped her his number?

FYI this is the first story/drabble that I’ve posted in like two years so go easy on me lol. If you like it let me know and share. THANK YOU!!

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Fluffier than a cloud under a baby cherub the day before Valentine’s Day. This was dreamt up from waiting in line behind a hot guy at McDonald’s lol.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own.

~*~

“Alright, I have you for three bacon, sausage and egg wraps and a venti black coffee. Is that all for you today?” The barista questioned politely.

“Yes, I believe so.”

If the person speaking from the screen told Sy his total but he didn’t hear it.

The bright glint of 7 am sunshine reflected off of the black suburban pulling in behind him in his side mirror, pulling his gaze away from the menu board.

Tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, he peered over the top of the frame to see a woman who was casually scrolling her phone. He watched the most beautiful smile he’d seen in a long time spread across her face.

The car at the window departed causing the other vehicles to move to their new places in line.

Taking his spot, two cars down from the window, Sy thought to himself, “now how do I get her to notice me?”

He looked back as she was ordering.

“Good morning, can I take your order?” Hard to miss the crisp, metallic loudness of a drive thru speaker.

“Good morning! Yes I’d like a large iced white chocolate mocha and…” She was chipper. Was she always a morning person? Would be his polar opposite, but he might not mind that. Her voice had a sing songy lilt to it, an upwards spring that could melt any man’s heart.

“I love her.” Sy muttered to himself.

In his distracted trance, he missed the next car leaving and was now only one car away. He knew he had to act fast before it was too late.

Taking out a pen from the breast pocket of his tattered, old flannel shirt, he wrote his number on the back of yesterday’s McDonald’s receipt that he’d mindlessly thrown into the passenger's seat. He scribbled down a note with his name.

The car ahead of him pulled away just as Sy pulled his wallet out of the console. His nerves began to saddle up next to him.

“Good morning! That’ll be $26.19.” The cashier greeted him with a beaming smile.

“Mornin' friend. I was wonderin’, could you do me a favor?” Sy took another look in the side mirror.

“That depends on the favor,” the cashier said playfully, giving Sy a wink.

“Well,” Sy chuckled, “I can’t say I’m not flattered,” he handed the cashier his card and the folded over receipt, “but, I was going to ask if you would put that lovely ladies order on my tab. And would you give her that for me? She’s absolutely breath takin’.”

“Awwww honey, of course I will! Ooh! I love a meet cute!” Running his card for both orders they tucked the note just under the register so it wouldn’t blow away as they handed out Sy’s order. “Now if yall get married, I wanna be invited to the wedding, you hear?”

“You got it, pal!” Sy beamed at the thought of their wedding.

“Honey, with those eyes, and that smile… mm. I will definitely let her know what she would be missing out on!”

Sy laughed and thanked them as he drove up to the stop sign.

He looked back to see her at the window. He saw them talking. Sy watched, holding his breath in anticipation as the cashier handed out the note. The beautiful stranger looked down, reading the note and smiled.

She looked at Sy's truck.

They made eye contact.

Sy nodded a greeting, holding out two fingers in a wave. A charming smile peaked from behind his beard.

She smiled, mouthed out a “thank you… but,” and held up her left hand.

Sy raised his chin in a half nod of acknowledgement. He kept smiling, however. With a bittersweet expression on their face, the cashier's shoulders slumped.

Sy waved a respectful goodbye, then looked to the street ahead.

They handed out her order, joking playfully, albeit still feeling a bit defeated.

“No offense to your hubby, but that was not how this romance was supposed to play out.” The woman couldn’t help but laugh. “This was supposed to be like a Hallmark movie.”

Sy’s old truck rumbled away from the stop sign.

“Well, you know some love stories have a big plot twist,” the woman questioned.

“Yeah?” The cashier seemed puzzled as she reached for her phone.

She unlocked her phone, swiped off TikTok and went to her photos.

“This is from yesterday, at my best friend's birthday party.” Showing the barista a picture of herself, a woman holding a little boy probably about three years old, and two other men in front of a table of presents. One of the men looked especially familiar.

“His name is Sy. We met 8 years ago today in line at a drive-thru back in my hometown. He had paid for my lunch and left his number on the receipt. We’ve been married for five years now.”

She smiled the whole time she told the story, rubbing the paper in her hand with her thumb fondly. The cashier was almost in tears, clutching their apron to their chest.

“Awwwww! That is so sweet! May I ask, what did his note say?”

“The same thing it said 8 years ago,” she smiled. “The same thing it says everytime I’m fortunate enough to be able to get in line behind him.”

‘Give an old country boy a chance? Sy 327-4412’

[arxiwon]

Frozen Hearts, Warm Hands (The Thaw) | psh

Pairing: park sunghoon x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Comfort

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis

Loving Sunghoon was like holding ice in your hands—cold, distant, and painful. But beneath his frosty exterior, there was warmth meant only for you. When a misunderstanding threatens to pull you apart, will his pride let him lose you, or will he finally let himself melt in your arms?

The first thing you learned about Sunghoon was that he wasn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He wasn’t cold out of cruelty—he was just careful. Careful with his words, careful with his emotions, careful with his heart.

But tonight, he was being too careful. Too silent. Too distant.

You sat across from him in his dorm, watching as he scrolled through his phone, pretending he wasn’t ignoring you. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the heater, but it did nothing to thaw the ice between you.

“Sunghoon,” you finally broke the silence, your voice softer than you intended.

He didn’t look up. “Hm?”

Your heart clenched. You knew this side of him—when he shut himself off, when he kept everything bottled up like he was afraid of saying too much. But this time, you couldn’t take it.

“You’ve been distant lately,” you whispered. “Did I… do something wrong?”

That made him pause. His fingers hovered over his phone screen before he finally sighed, tossing it onto the couch. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he rarely showed.

“It’s not you,” he muttered. “It’s me.”

The dreaded words.

Your stomach twisted, but you refused to back down. “Then tell me what’s wrong, Hoon. Don’t just push me away.”

Sunghoon clenched his jaw. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted. His voice was low, almost fragile. “I don’t know how to… talk about things like this.”

Your heart ached. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before taking his cold hands in yours. He flinched slightly at the warmth but didn’t pull away.

“You don’t have to know how,” you whispered. “You just have to try.”

He looked at you then—really looked at you. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, flickered with something unreadable. Fear? Vulnerability?

“I’m scared,” he finally admitted, voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. “Scared of saying the wrong thing. Scared of losing you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You had never heard him sound so… small.

“Sunghoon,” you breathed, squeezing his hands. “You’re not going to lose me. But if you keep shutting me out like this… I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

The pain in his eyes was instant. He swallowed hard, as if the thought of losing you physically hurt him. Then, without warning, he pulled you into his arms.

It wasn’t one of those soft, hesitant hugs. It was desperate. Tight. Like he was holding onto you for dear life. His face buried in your neck, and you felt his warm breath against your skin.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured.

Your arms wrapped around him just as tightly. “Then don’t push me away anymore.”

For the first time in a long time, Sunghoon let himself melt. Not all at once—but just enough to let you in.

And for now, that was enough.

The morning after your emotional talk, you woke up to an unusual sight—Sunghoon was still there, curled up next to you on the couch, his face relaxed in sleep.

It wasn’t often that you got to see him like this—unguarded, peaceful, warm. His long eyelashes rested against his cheek, his lips slightly parted as he breathed evenly. His arm was still loosely wrapped around you, as if he was afraid you’d disappear the moment he let go.

You tried to move, but the slight shift made his hold tighten.

“Where are you going?” his voice was groggy, rough with sleep. His eyes were still half-closed, but the way his fingers curled around your wrist sent warmth through your chest.

“I was just going to get up,” you whispered. “You should go back to sleep.”

He hummed in response, nuzzling his face against your shoulder. “Stay. Just a little longer.”

Your heart melted.

Sunghoon never initiated things like this. He was always reserved, always holding himself back. But now? He was holding you instead, as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

So you stayed.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft rhythm of his breathing. Then, just when you thought he had fallen asleep again, his voice broke through the quiet.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “For pushing you away.”

You looked down at him, running your fingers gently through his hair. “I know. And I’m not mad at you, Hoon. I just want you to talk to me more.”

He sighed, his grip loosening slightly. “I’m not good at that,” he admitted. “But I’ll try. I want to try.”

A soft smile curled at your lips. “That’s all I need.”

Sunghoon lifted his head slightly, looking at you with eyes still hazy from sleep but filled with something you hadn’t seen before—certainty.

“I love you,” he said.

It was quiet. Simple. Not dressed in grand gestures or dramatic confessions. Just raw, honest words from a boy who was still learning how to express his heart.

And yet, it was enough to make your breath catch.

You cupped his cheek gently, brushing your thumb over his skin. “I love you too.”

For the first time in a long time, Sunghoon smiled. It was small, barely there—but it was real.

And as he pulled you closer, pressing a hesitant kiss to your forehead, you knew—Sunghoon wasn’t cold.

He was just someone who needed time to thaw.

[octaneink]

Come take your chance with me

Will Lenney x Fem!Reader

Summary : The reader likes Will, she decides to show that she loves him in the most romantic way she can think of. Write a song dedicated to him. Now she just has to post it privately on YouTube so James can have a look at it... Right? Warnings : none (unless you count some cheesy ass writing) Notes : I have once again decided to write something based off a song that just got me in the mood! Its a bop, 10/10 would recommend. Also, I know nothing about music theory, I looked up most of this stuff on Google, I apologise if I got it wrong.

You sit cross-legged on your bed, your guitar resting against your knees, the hum of your desk lamp casting long, flickering shadows on the notebook sprawled open in front of you. The room is quiet except for the occasional creak of your chair and the faint hum of the city outside your window. Your mind, however, is anything but quiet.

Will’s smile flickers in your thoughts—that easy, crooked grin that’s been haunting you for months. You can still see it so clearly: the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, the way he’d leaned in close to hear you over the noise of the bar that first night, his breath warm against your ear. Focus, you chide yourself, shaking your head as if it will dislodge the memory.

The melody has been looping in your head for days, an insistent rhythm that feels like it’s woven itself into your very being. The instrumental beat, the steady thrum of the would be drums—it’s like an earworm no one else can hear, a secret soundtrack only you know. It’s there when you wake up, humming in the back of your mind as you brush your teeth. It’s there when you’re scrolling through your phone, tapping out the rhythm on your thigh. It’s there when you’re lying in bed at night, the notes swirling in the dark like fireflies you can’t catch.

But the words? The words are a mess.

“I’m lost in your eyes"

You pause, tapping your pen against the paper. I'm lost in your eyes? Too cliché. Too… obvious. But the next line comes unbidden, as if your heart has been waiting for permission to speak:

“But you’re the cool to my calm each day…”

You wince. Cool to my calm? That sounds like something you’d find on a motivational poster in a dentist’s office. You nearly scratch it out, but the rhythm of the words keeps your hand still. It isn’t perfect, but it’s honest. And isn’t that what matters?

Your mind drifts back to Will. You’d met on a night out, of course. James, your best friend since college, had dragged you to some trendy sports bar downtown. “You need to get out more,” he’d insisted. “You’re turning into a hermit.”

You’d rolled your eyes but let him drag you along anyway. And there he was: Will Lenney, standing at the bar with a drink in hand, his laugh cutting through the noise like a beacon. James had introduced you, and Will had flashed you that grin—the one that makes your stomach do somersaults.

Will said your name, “Nice to meet you. James talks about you all the time.”

“All good things, I hope,” you’d replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

“Mostly,” Will had teased, his eyes sparkling.

That had been six months ago. Six months of late-night conversations, of stolen glances, of moments that felt like they could mean something if either of you dared to say it out loud.

You sit cross-legged on your bed, your guitar resting against your knees. The chorus has been nagging at you all day, a snippet of melody that refuses to leave you alone. You strum a chord, humming under your breath.

“Honey dance with me

Come take your chance with me"

It’s catchy, you have to admit. But is it too much? Too obvious? You groan, flopping back onto your pillows. Writing a song about someone who has no idea how you feel is harder than you’d thought.

Your phone buzzes on the night stand.

Will (9:42 PM): You free this weekend? James and I are filming a collab. Thought you might want to hang after.

Your heart leaps, but you force yourself to play it cool.

You (9:43 PM): Depends. Will there be snacks?

Will (9:43 PM): Obviously. I’m not a monster.

You smile, your fingers itching to pick up the guitar again. Maybe you’ll figure out the bridge tomorrow.

Past you was clearly an optimist.

The bridge is giving you trouble. You’ve rewritten it three times already, but nothing feels right. Each attempt feels like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands—close, but never quite there.

“Now we’ve been losing our way

A little bit more every day…”

It’s close, but something is missing. You sigh, setting the guitar aside and reaching for your coffee. The song is almost done, but the closer you get to finishing it, the more terrified you become. What if Will hears it and realises it’s about him? What if he hates you for thinking about him in that way? What if he doesn’t?

Your phone buzzes again.

James (11:15 AM): How’s the song coming?

You (11:16 AM): It’s… coming. I think. Maybe.

James (11:16 AM): You’re overthinking it. Just finish it already.

Easier said than done.

By the end of the week, the song is done. You sit back, your fingers sore and your heart pounding. You glance at the clock and groan. You have work in the morning, but there’s no way you’re sleeping now.

Instead, you grab your phone and open your messages.

You (12:07 AM): Hey, James. You awake?

The response comes almost immediately.

James (12:08 AM): Barely. What’s up?

You (12:08 AM): I wrote something. Can you look at it? Tell me if it’s too… much.

James (12:09 AM): Send it over.

You snap a picture of the lyrics and hit send, your stomach twisting as you wait for his reply.

James (12:12 AM): This is… wow.

You (12:12 AM): Wow good or wow bad?

James (12:13 AM): Wow good. It’s raw. It’s… you. Will’s going to lose his mind when he hears it.

Your breath catches. When he hears it? You hadn’t even thought that far ahead.

You (12:14 AM): I don’t know if I can let him hear it. What if he hates it? And its still not finished…

James (12:15 AM): He won’t. Trust me.

You don’t respond, your mind racing coming up with random, horrible, horrific scenarios of what or how he’d react when he heard it.  

But then you think of his smile, of the way he’d looked at you that night at the bar, and something in your chest tightens. Maybe it’s worth the risk.

The red recording light glares at you, unblinking, as if it’s judging every note, every word, every breath. You’ve been at this for hours—days, really—trying to get it right. The song is finished, but capturing it perfectly feels impossible. You’ve already done seven takes, and now you’re on your tenth. Or is it the eighteenth? You’ve lost count.

Your voice wavers on the line “murky waters, baby,” and you stop mid-verse, groaning in frustration. You hit pause on the recording software and slump back in your chair, running a hand through your hair. It’s late—way too late—but you can’t stop now. Not when you’re so close.

You glance around your home studio, a space you’ve spent years curating. The room is small but cosy, soundproofed with foam panels you and James installed last summer. Your guitar rests on a stand next to your keyboard, and your mic—a decent condenser you saved up for—sits in front of you, its pop filter catching the soft glow of the desk lamp. Your laptop screen displays the waveform of your latest attempt. It’s not terrible, but it’s not perfect.

You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and recall how to get to where you are now.

The first day is a disaster. You’re too nervous, too stiff, too aware of every little mistake. Your voice cracks on the high notes, and you keep stumbling over the words. “Honey dance with me (oh sugar)” sounds more like a question than an invitation, and you cringe every time you play it back.

You give up after the fifth take, deciding to focus on the guitar track instead. You plug in your acoustic, adjusting the mic placement until the tone is just right. You record it clean, layering in a soft strumming pattern that matches the rhythm of the song. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start.

By the third day, you’ve managed to record a decent vocal take. It’s not flawless, but it’s raw and honest, and you decide that’s better than perfect. You open your DAW—Digital Audio Workstation—and begin syncing the vocals with the guitar. You add subtle reverb to give it that dreamy, intimate feel, tweaking the EQ until your voice sits just right in the mix.

You play it back, your heart pounding as you listen to the chorus. 

It’s close. So close. But something’s missing.

By the end of the week, you’re exhausted. Your fingers are sore from playing the guitar, your throat is raw from singing, and your eyes are burning from staring at your laptop screen for hours on end. But the song is finally done.

You play it back one last time, your heart in your throat. It’s not perfect, but it’s yours. It’s you.

You open YouTube, preparing to upload the video. You set it to Private, your thumb hovering over the upload button. You’re not ready for anyone to hear it—not yet. But then your phone buzzes.

Will (1:14 AM): You up?

Your heart skips a beat. You glance at the screen, your thumb slipping as you fumble to reply.

Public.

You don’t realise your mistake until it’s too late.

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on your nightstand. Groaning, you reach for it, squinting against the harsh light of the screen. The notifications are overwhelming—hundreds, maybe thousands, of them. YouTube comments, Twitter mentions, Instagram DMs. Your heart skips a beat as you open YouTube and see the number: 1.2M views.

Overnight.

Your stomach drops. You sit up, your hands trembling as you scroll through the comments.

“This is so beautiful. Who’s it for? 👀”

“The way she sings ‘your lips on mine’… I’m obsessed.”

“Who’s Will?? Someone find him!”

You freeze. The description. You’d written it in a sleep-deprived haze last night, not thinking anyone would actually see it.

“For Will.”

That’s all it said. No last name, no context. Just two words that now have the entire internet speculating.

You open TikTok, against your better judgement. The first video that pops up is a stitch of your chorus, overlaid with a clip of a random guy named Will from some obscure show. The caption reads: “Found him! This is the Will she’s singing about. #HoneyDanceWithMe”

The comments are worse.

“No way, that’s not him. She’s way too talented for that guy.”

“It’s obviously about Will Smith. She’s just being subtle.”

“Will SMITH?? Girl that man is married. She’s obviously talking about Will Stuart.”

“This song is a BOP. Also, Will better step up because this is breath taking.”

You close the app, your face burning. This is worse than you thought. 

You cradle your face and scream into your hands. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be private. A secret. Something you could share when you were ready—if you were ever ready.

Your phone buzzes again, and you flinch. It’s James.

James (8:57 AM): You didn’t mean to do that...right?

You (8:58 AM): NO WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?? 

You (8:58 AM): ALSO 

You (8:58 AM): NOT HELPING!!

James (8:59 AM): Relax. It’s raw. It’s… you. Will’s been asking for your address, by the way.

Your stomach drops. Will’s been asking for your address.

You type out a response, delete it, then type it again.

You (9:00 AM): What did you tell him?

The three dots appear, then disappear, then appear again.

James (9:01 AM): Relax, I didn’t give it to him. Yet.

You groan again, louder this time. This is a nightmare. A beautiful, terrifying nightmare.

By noon, you’re a wreck. You’ve avoided social media, but the texts keep coming. Friends, acquaintances, even your mum has seen the song.

Mum (12:30 PM): Pumpkin, is this about that boy you told me about? The one with the nice smile?

You groan, flopping back onto your bed. This is a disaster. You type back a quick yes and for the moment, ignored her messages.

Your phone buzzes again.

Will (12:45 PM): Hey. You okay?

You stare at the message, your heart pounding. What do you even say? Hey, sorry I accidentally wrote a song about you and posted it online. My bad.

Before you can reply, another text comes through.

Will (12:46 PM): The song’s amazing, by the way.

Your breath catches. He’s heard it. Of course, he’s heard it. It’s everywhere.

You (12:47 PM): Thanks. I didn’t mean for it to go public.

Will (12:48 PM): I know. James told me. You okay?

You’re not sure how to answer that.

The knock comes at 1:00 PM sharp. You’ve been pacing for what feels like hours, your stomach in knots, your mind racing with a thousand what-ifs. You glance at yourself in the hallway mirror—hair a mess, still in your pajamas, and a worn old hoodie, eyes wide with panic. Great. Perfect timing.

You take a deep breath, smoothing your hair as best you can, and open the door.

There he is. Will. Standing on your doorstep, his hands shoved in his pockets, that familiar grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His hair is slightly messy, like he’s been running his hands through it, and his eyes are soft, almost hesitant.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and warm.

“Hey,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. You step back to let him in, your heart hammering so loudly you’re sure he can hear it.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him, and for a moment, the two of you just stand there in the quiet of your hallway. The air feels charged, like the moment before a thunderstorm breaks.

“So… the song,” he says finally, breaking the silence.

You wince, crossing your arms over your chest like a shield. “Yeah. The song.”

He takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours. “It’s amazing. Really.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. “Thanks.”

He hesitates, then reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch is light, almost tentative, but it sends a shiver down your spine. “You could’ve just told me, you know,” he says, his voice soft.

You look up at him, your breath catching. “Told you what?”

He smiles, that same crooked grin that’s been haunting you for weeks. “That you feel the same way I do.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Will, I—”

But before you can finish, he steps closer, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. He murmurs your name, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to say anything. The song said it all.”

And then he kisses you.

It’s soft at first, tentative, like he’s giving you the chance to pull away. But you don’t. Instead, you lean into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

The kiss deepens, sweet and slow, like honey dripping from a spoon. His other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. You can feel the warmth of his body, the way his breath hitches when you slide your fingers into his hair.

It’s messy and imperfect, just like the song, but it’s real. It’s you.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“So,” he says, his voice rough, a grin tugging at his lips. “Does this mean I get to dance with you?”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside you. “Shut up.”

He kisses you again, quick and playful this time. “Never.”

[i-dared-myself]

Transfer

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: so ihave this request that is like an queendom x kingdom, and y/n is an idol (in other group) i know is short but i really wanted to see what would your imagination feed us. 

Queendom and Kingdom were combined for a spin-off show that you were lucky enough to be a part of. Your group had been one of the few chosen for this highly-anticipated show.

“Practises are today.” The girl next to you puckers her lips, staring at her reflection in the mirror. “Is your group ready yet?”

“Uh, yeah.” You fidget in your seat as your cheeks are swiped over with blush. As soon as your makeup is finished you slip off the stool and go off to your group. 

“Remember,” your leader is saying, gaze firm and arms crossed. “Everything rests on this moment.”

You linger in the back of the group, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You always felt awkward around then for some reason.

It’s probably just your imagination.

“We’ve been struggling lately, and this is a good chance to prove ourselves.” Your leader smiles, sickly-sweet as she looks over at you. No mistakes.”

Your stomach twists with nerves.

At a recent event that was live-streamed, you had tripped. You don’t know what you tripped on, but you had. You had fallen during the performance, causing the rest of the members to stop everything.

Your company wasn’t pleased. Neither were your other members.

You follow the rest of your group into a dance studio. You spend the next hour running through a choreography for your performance, something that will lead to a media recovery.

Your only problem is how little you have to do. You understand that you might not be the best dancer, or the best singer, or might not even be as pretty as the other girls.

But standing at the rear like a backup dancer? They’re not using your abilities like they should, and you know you can do better. You know that the tripping in that other performance was a one time thing.

But you start to doubt it as more time goes by and no progress is made. The others are struggling with the more difficult movements, and your steps are too simple.

But when you add more flair to it, you get told to stop being so flashy. 

“You’re taking the attention from the front,” the choreographer complains. He sighs and waves a hand at you. “While we figure this out, go fill the water bottles.”

You, taken aback by the humiliating request, frown. “What?”

“He told you to do something!” a girl in your group snaps at you. “Just do it!”

You’re handed all of their water bottles and awkwardly juggle them as you go down the hallway. You manage to find the water station and hold each bottle under the tap one by one.

You hear a gasp of your name and ignore it. When people talk shit about you, you push it aside and cry about it when you’re by yourself.

Then someone is tapping your shoulder, and you hesitantly turn around.

“Yes?” you warily ask before realizing who it is. It’s fucking Seungmin. Seungmin, from Stray Kids, is in front of you. “What the shit.”

He blinks at you. “I’m sorry?”

You gasp and cover your mouth. “I’m so sorry! Pretend you didn’t hear me swear! Please!”

Seungmin smiles gently at you, something akin to amusement flashing in his eyes. “It’s okay. I make fun of JYP all the time. I won’t ruin your idol image.”

You grin. “Yeah, I know.” You pause before attempting a recovery. “I mean- Who are- Who’s- I’m JYP.”

Seungmin’s smile widens even further, and it infects you with joy. You’re both just standing, beaming at each other like idiots.

“Can I get a photo with you?” You both blurt it out at the same time before sighing in relief.

“Why do you want one with me?” you question as he pulls out his phone. You smile into the camera and pose with him.

“Because you’re cool,” he replies simply before making hearts with his fingers for your photo. “Obviously.”

You feel heat rise to your face at his words. “Oh. Thank you. That means a lot.”

Seungmin’s head tilts. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be training right now?”

You fiddle with your hands anxiously. You’ve never liked explaining the dynamics between you and the other members of your group. 

“Someone had to refill the water bottles,” is what you finally say. You motion to them, almost forgotten on the ground.

Seungmin nods slowly. “Sure, I guess. Do you have some free time to come meet the rest of us then? We’re kind of fans of yours.”

You can hardly believe it. Stray Kids are fans of you. 

“Sure.” You shrug casually. You should run back to the rest, but you do want to meet them. “I have time.”

Seungmin helps you carry the bottles down the corridor, dodging other idols. You reach a studio with a closed door, and Seungmin knocks on it with his foot in the form of a hard kick

Changbin answers it, eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. “You have hands, idiot- Oh. Oh!”

“My hands are full,” Seungmin grumbles, holding up the bottles. “Get out of the way, loser.”

Changbin’s wide eyes are still locked on you. He steps away, letting you and Seungmin pass. 

You flash him a warm smile, bowing slightly. Changbin returns it as if he can’t believe you’re here.

“Omg,” Jisung says, covering his mouth.

“I can’t believe you just said ‘omg’,” Hyunjin drawls from where he’s on the floor. He has his arms covering his face.

“Hello.” You wave to the rest of the room. Everyone is just watching you and you’re frankly uncomfortable with their gazes all being on you.

“Hi,” Chan coughs out. “What are you- What are you doing here?”

You adjust your stance, looking to Seungmin uncertainly. “He said you guys would want to meet me? And honestly I’m a big fan, so I didn’t mind coming here.”

“You’re a fan of us?” Felix asks in amazement.

“I can’t believe you’re a fan of me.” You laugh lightly. This whole day has taken a bizarre turn.

Hyunjin sits up, jaw dropping. “Stay is going to be so jealous. Can we post photos of us with you?”

You shrug casually. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

So you’re swarmed by them all taking photos in various poses with you. Jeongin is shy when he comes up to you, but quickly warms up to you and even asks you to record a video with him.

“I’m sorry, but I should go back to the others.” You grimace before smoothing out your expression into a pleasant one. “It’s been great meeting you.”

Chan hums softly. “You’re welcome back anytime. We know what we’re doing so we’re just fine-tuning. We have plenty of spare time.”

You smile and nod before putting all of the bottles back in your arms. It’s difficult to carry them all, but you make do.

When you return to the studio your group has been assigned to, they’re wrapping up. You linger in the doorway, unsure of what to do with yourself.

“There you are!” The choreographer puts his hands on his hips. “Come here.”

You set the water bottles down before rushing back to him. “Yes?”

“We’ve decided to remake your part,” he casually tells you. “I’ll show you it, and then you’ll memorize it and have it ready to go by tomorrow’s rehearsal.”

You freeze, watching him demonstrate the new dance. It’s definitely more complicated than the one you had previously been assigned, and you hesitate.

“Are you sure?” you carefully say.

“Oh, and you’re in the front now.” He wipes his hands on his pants. “You have it memorized? I also have a video of it set up on the laptop over there. You know the lines already too.”

“Yeah.” You blink back frustrated tears. “I’ve got this.”

The rest of the group shuffled out the door, wiggling their fingers goodbye at you. You stare numbly at them as you’re left alone in the studio.

You press play on the speakers and focus on singing for now. You’ve never sang this part before, and it’s a bit out of your range.

But you’re confident enough that you can do this, and nail it. You know you sound amazing, so you move on to the dance.

The movements are tricky, especially the hand gestures. They’re complicated enough that you have to just work on them for a minute.

“You look busy.” 

You whip around to find Hyunjin hovering near the entrance. You click the pause button and take a swig from your bottle.

“What are you still doing here?” Hyunjin pulls out his phone and checks the time. “It’s midnight. You’ll be exhausted for rehearsals tomorrow.”

You stretch out your legs. “No, I’ll be fine. I just- I have to do this.”

Hyunjin settles on the ground, leaning against the mirror. “Show me then.”

You falter. “Sorry?”

Hyunjin crosses his legs at the ankles and folds his hands in his lap. “I’ll give you some feedback. Then you can go get some rest sooner.”

You nod. “Sounds good.” You press play on the music and go through the dance, singing along. Your voice echoes weirdly in the room, but you know on stage it will sound good.

When you finish, you pant and slide down against the wall to the floor. “Well?”

Hyunjin tilts his head at you. “It was excellent. And… Weird.”

“Weird? What’s weird?” you anxiously ask. 

Hyunjin runs a hand over his shaved head, hand not catching on any hair. “It just… It matches perfectly with our choreography. I know we’re not supposed to talk about it before the show, but it’s almost identical.”

You frown as he gets to his feet. “Really?”

Hyunjin shows you his, and sure enough it goes alongside yours almost perfectly. He considers it for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”

You adjust your stance. “I’m not sure. Doesn’t your group go first, with mine after? It would look like we’re copying you.”

Chan knocks on the doorframe, clearing his throat. “Hyunjin. You should be in bed by now at the dorms. It’s a big day tomorrow.”

“Take a look at this.” Hyunjin points at you, so you awkwardly show Chan your dance as well.

Chan’s eyes widen. “Hyunjin! Why did you teach her our-“

“That’s hers,” Hyunjin interrupts. He begins to pace. “But you thought it was ours, which means that the audience would think they copied us, which means-“

You cough. “I’m sure there was just a misunderstanding with the choreographer. He probably just studied closely with yours, and it came out the same. Big coincidence.”

“We made ours.” Chan shakes his head. “There’s no way that’s what happened.”

You shuffle, unsure of what to do now.

“Let’s just deal with this in the morning.” Chan sighs and rubs at his face tiredly. “We’ll walk you to your group. Or van I guess.”

“That’s nice, but I’m okay.” You smile warmly. “They left already and took the van with them.”

“So how are you getting to your dorms?” Hyunjin questions, exchanging a look with Chan.

You chew the inside of your cheek. “I usually just walk if I’m not far, or sleep at the studio. It’s not bad. I can sleep in weird places.”

“She sleeps at the studio like you do.” Hyunjin shoots Chan a filthy expression. He rounds back on you. “We’ll give you a ride.”

You yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. “Really? You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s fine.” Chan tugs at his jacket, pulling it tighter around his body. “Come on.”

You trail after them, holding your water bottle. You make sure to flick the lights off before you leave.

“Felix!” Hyunjin yells. “We’re going!”

Felix darts out from an empty room, eyes locking on you. “What’s she doing here?”

“We’re giving her a ride,” Chan briefly explains. He fishes his keys out from his pocket. 

When you exit the building and go outside, Hyunjin screams, “Shotgun!”

Felix groans and crosses his arms. He glances at you and brightens. “Guess we get to sit together!”

Chan unlocks the vehicle and everyone scampers inside. Hyunjin snickers at Felix, who has to sit in the back.

You tell Chan the address and rest your head against the window as Felix eagerly rambles on. You barely catch what he’s saying, too tired to really focus.

Then you’re asleep, and your head rolls onto Felix’s shoulder. His entire face turns red and he reaches up to poke at Hyunjin.

“What, backseat loser?” Hyunjin grumbles.

“She’s asleep,” Felix whispers. “What do we do?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You wake the next morning to silence. It’s odd. Usually there’s frantic racing to get ready and people slamming on your door.

But it’s quiet with the sunlight filtering through your curtains.

You slip out of bed and tap the screen of your phone, heart sinking when you realize it’s almost nine. You dash out of your room, urgently tugging your pants on. You knock on people’s doors before skidding to a halt.

Why were you the only one in your room when you woke? Why are there dirty dishes piled up next to the sink?

There’s a note on the fridge, kindly informing you of your removal from the performance. The others are worried that you won’t be able to be ready in time.

So you’ve been ‘transferred to a backup dancer for another group or something.’

Temporarily, they added, but you have a sick feeling that it’s not. That this is your new normal.

You sit on the couch, sighing heavily. You notice ink on your forearm, and since you can’t remember last night-

“I got a tattoo?” you shriek in alarm. You feel dizzy as you look at your arm.

It’s not a tattoo, thankfully. Instead, someone has written a number with a marker. 

Last night comes rushing back, so you type the number into your phone and dial.

It rings once before Chan’s voice meets your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” You greet him maybe too casually, but you’re not a morning person. “Why did you give me your number?”

“So I can add you to our group chat.”

You pause. “What? Why?”

“Because… you’ll be working with us? Did you not know that you’ve been signed over to our group?” 

The dizziness has returned.

“What?” you rasp. “I’ve been what?”

There’s silence before Chan speaks again. “Okay, so I’m assuming you didn’t know.”

You close your eyes, fighting the light-headedness. “This is a lot. Chan, I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Don’t pass-“

Then you’re unconscious.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chan curses and puts his phone down, causing Minho to glance up.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with mild concern as he places own phone in his lap.

Chan’s lips thin into a tight smile. “Get the others. We have to go pick her up.”

Minho shrugs and stands, wandering off. Chan grabs a first aid kit from under the sink and stuffs it into the van. When the others climb inside he starts up the engine and tells them everything.

“So, she’s been transferred to us.” Chan’s grip tightens on the wheel. “She had been taught our choreography so it would be an easier transition for this performance and-“

“So you knew the whole time?” Hyunjin demands. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“No!” Chan looks in the rearview mirror at him. “I got the email this morning that explained everything. I’m as shocked as you are.”

“Can’t believe they just gave her up,” Changbin mutters. 

Seungmin sighs and drums his fingers on his thigh. “Why is there a first aid kit?”

Chan shifts in his seat. “She might’ve passed out.”

Jisung gasps. “Oh no! Is she okay?”

“Well that’s why we’re going over,” Chan says in exasperation. 

Jeongin puts his hand up. “Dibs for CPR.”

Felix frowns at him. “I don’t think that’s how it works. I think you have to be trained to actually do it.”

Hyunjin snorts in amusement. “Right. I do it all the time.”

Chan side-eyes him. “Excuse me? Who are you giving CPR to so often?”

Hyunjin narrows his eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

Chan lets it go, having arrived at your dorms. Hyunjin had watched you put the code in last night, so he presses the buttons and the gate slides aside.

Changbin busts the door down and they all charge inside, holding various tools from the first aid kit.

You blink at them, holding a wet towel to your forehead. “What- How did you get in here?”

“We’re here to give you CPR,” Jisung blurts out.

You scowl. “Ew. Yeah that’s not happening.”

“Hey, you could do a lot worse than him!” Jeongin defensively says. He bats his eyes at you. “Heyyyy.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I can’t believe I’m in Stray Kids now. This is insane

“We’re cool.” Seungmin puts an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulder before shuffling to the side awkwardly once Hyunjin shrugs him away.

“Yeah I know. I’m not upset about being here now.” You grin at them. “I’ve been a fan for a while. I’m just… getting used to such a big change.”

“And we’ve been your fan for a while.” Minho rolls out his wrist. “But we have to get to rehearsal. Are you in or out?”

You toss the wet cloth at the sink, leaving it with the dirty dishes. Someone else can deal with it. “Let me grab my things and then I’m ready to go.”

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[ambers-archive]

About you

Chasing cars pt 1

Spencer goes into work the next day, trying not to idealize you too much.

What did you look like? How long had you been writing?

He had spent most of the night before going through your blog, like a treasure he had found after being lost at sea for so long.

You mainly talked about your day, with some snippets about family, but it was your writing that drew him in.

You often wrote about interpersonal relationships, the identities you cultivated around people. You talked about being single in your 20s, and suddenly, Spencer felt so out of reach.

You were only in your 20s? He felt so much older.

Like life was passing him by, he thought. And through your words, he could embrace it.

Slowly, his reverie is broken, his mind forced onto the case in front of him.

The case goes by, like any other. He keeps himself detached, mainly due to Emily’s death. The work they do often feels like pouring into an empty cup.

What’s the point if they can’t save the ones they love the most?

“Earth to Reid.”

Morgan’s voice cuts through his thoughts, and Spencer blinks, realizing the entire team is staring at him.

“You good?” JJ asks, her brows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies almost instantly.

On the way to the jet, he walks through the halls and can almost see Emily, almost hear her laughter.

Being a man of science, he doesn’t believe in God. But if there were one, he wonders—how much more suffering can he take?

He takes the furthest seat on the jet, closing his eyes and remembering your words:

"The start of my twenties were wasted, wondering when love would find me. Now all I want to do is embrace all that I have. I might not have a lover, but I have friends who will wipe my tears for me. I have a sister who will take my hand in hers, holding my heart so dearly. And despite everything, I find myself eternally thankful for the love that’s never left."

That was the last passage Spencer read from your blog.

Your words itch at the deepest part of his brain, and despite being an abstract concept, he will gladly make a mural of them.

He wants to remember them forever.

He spends a few days on the sidelines before he finally reaches out to you.

With shaky hands, he types your Outlook email into the recipient field.

What should he say?

Pushing the thought aside, he types:

"Hi there, I hope this finds you well. I stumbled across your writings, and now your blog. I wanted to let you know you’re an amazing writer. I’ve read a lot of my own thoughts being brought to life by your words."

He pauses. It feels too formal, too clinical. He hesitates, then adds:

"I know we don’t know each other, but I wanted to reach out because your writing resonated with me. Thank you for sharing your thoughts."

He stares at the screen, fingers hovering over the send button.

Then, in one swift motion, before he can second-guess himself—he clicks.

And immediately regrets it.

Spencer leans back, heart pounding.

What if you don’t respond? What if you do? What if you think he’s strange for reaching out?

He groans, pressing his hands to his face. He shouldn’t have sent it. He should have just left it alone.

But then, an hour later, just as he’s about to force himself to sleep—

His phone vibrates.

A new email.

His breath catches as he opens it.

[succake]

“Me...”

⌞ NSFW⌝ minors do not interact!

❦ ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔟 x reader ❦

Synopsis : After battling with your indecisiveness, you gather enough courage to face him.

Your heart pounds in your chest, as you knock on Caleb‘s door. You’ve been trying to find a reason to spend time with him. You won’t let another day go by without seeing each other.

Excuses after excuses, the only one you could think of would be :

                The hunter’s academy has been exhausting and you need to talk to your friend to unwind.

You ponder for an instant, was it worth talking about in his room? You remember he would burst into your room whenever you were on a group project with a girl, or would make diner early when a guy other than Zayne came to study scaring them all away. 

Hearing no noises you open the door and excuse yourself.

Hunched over his mat, a timer showed on his phone screen. You sit on his bed. He sighs when the timer reaches zero then suddenly turns to look at you. You settle a bit further on his bed, your legs crossed.

He sits properly on the mat. Lifting an eyebrow, he opens his mouth and break the silence.

                               “What’s wrong Pipsqueak?” he asks grabbing your leg and pulling your foot towards his face. Your fluffy slipper caresses his cheek. His submissive appearance makes you blush and you look away from him.

                                “Nothing i was bored.” You say.

It was true just not what you prepared.

                                “I’m finished with that, so what do you wanna do?” He wipes the sweat on his forehead with a towel. He’s giving you another chance.

                                 “I don’t know…” FOCUS! “I miss you, i wanna talk.” You finally muster the courage.

                                 “Sure, let me take a shower first.” He says a smile plastered on his face. You nod and relaxes when he closes the door behind him. You stand, your gaze losing itself in the room. 

It’s an area you have been in multiple times and yet, you feel an overwhelming sensation. You tug your top, trying to cover your stomach and waist, in vain, undergoing a sentiment of being watched.

10 minutes went by, yes you counted each of them, and Caleb is still not back, you plop onto his bed and play with the waistband of your sweatpants.

                                     “So… Pipsqueak…” He utters as he opens the door. “Do you mind waiting outside i need to change.” He chuckles. Water dripping from his hair to his abdomen. A towel wrapped around his waist he scratches the back of his neck.

Nothing is funny right now. You gather yourself and respond.

                                      “Actually i do mind.” Where are you going with this? “It’s urgent…” You announce. It’s not a lie, it is urgent, He kneels in front of you, examining you, a worried look on his face.

The towel slips and flashes a bit more of his skin and you blush harder than before.

                                        “You’re all red… Do you have a fever? Want me to take care of you?”

Your mouth opens, the last part replays in your head over and over. You pant as he towers over you.

                                        “Pipsqueak i’m worried…”  He touches your forehead, the towel hanging on for dear life and he doesn’t seem to notice but you do.

Your gaze shift between the piece of fabric and his eyes. He lays you down, topping you. You gasp as he drags his hand to your forehead again, not leaving one inch of your exposed skin untouched.

                                         “What if…” Your voice, too loud, you clear your throat, adjusting your tone. “Remember when you said…”

He cuts you off. “I do…”

He twitches, sightly but enough for you to notice. His wet hair drips on the bed and he lowers himself, his lips touching your shoulder. The ceiling of his room was covered with stars, you two placed them after you told him sleeping in complete darkness was scaring you, You hated the nights where there was thunder, he adored them.

Parting your legs with his left arm, he uses the same arm to pull you closer to him, clasping your ass. A moan escapes your lips and you instinctively cover your mouth.

                                    “That’s more like it. Good girl.” Your hands now cover your entire face, you feel dizzy. He pushes your hands away from your face, your mouth agape. Unable to pronounce words, you point towards the towel, he glances down.

                                    “Oh? But this is advanced training Pipsqueak are you sure you are ready?” You nod hiding your face again. “You can’t hide forever…” he taunts you.

He holds you in place with his evol, placing his legs under yours.

                                     “If you can’t look at me in the face i’m gonna punish you.” His right hand playing with the strap of your top. His eyes darkened when he notices the absence of a bra. Lowering the strap, he bites your shoulder. “Didn’t i say look at me?” His tone is cold. Your eyes watering, you whimper. He kisses the mark he left on your shoulder.

He was wondering why did you want to practice, for whom and how to get rid of them.

He grunts over your shoulder sending shivers down your spine, you don’t know how to get rid of those sweatpants faster.

His tongue traces the skin of your neck and you squirm, he knew you were ticklish so he loved to titillate you.

He picked a spot that could only be visible to those coming too close to you and sucked in you epidermis, a dark red spot formed under his teeth.

He smiled witnessing his territory being marked. With his thumb, he gently pressed your neck while touching you outside of your sweatpants. You cried out but he didn’t listen loosening his grip on your neck to leave a kiss.

He raised the small tank top you were wearing to reveal your breast. As he was expecting, you weren’t wearing anything underneath, satisfied with the view he stopped and gawks.

                           “Caleb… stop staring…” you plead.

He chuckles. His knee pressed against your folds. “Who are you practicing for?” Looking away you mumble your answer. He claps your chin and bring it close to his face your upper body freed from his control.

His stern expression brings tears to your eyes, you desperately wanted him and the expression he had at the moment was wetting your underwear.

His thumb straying inside your mouth, soaked. Tugging on your sweatpants with his left hand, you whine, His finger holding your tongue down.

                                 “Who. Are. You. Practicing. For?” He commands.

                                 “Me…” You say louder.

                                 “Wrong answer.” Couldn’t be wrong, If he could hear your heart pounding in your chest at this instant and if he reached down, he would know the answer is correct. “What can i do to make you talk…” His eyes wandering on your body, he covers your eyes. You cannot hold in your moan when he rubs your clit through your underpants with his knee. “Baby please.” Drenching yourself over some words and light touches, how embarrassing.

                                   “I promise…” His wet thumb slides down your lips to reach your nipples a string of saliva followed.

You nudge his nose trying to distract him, you trail his hand down to your waist moving you hips in unison. Playing with the lace of the fabric covering your intimate part with his left hand he slowly says.

                                    “I will only ask one last time—”

                                    “You.” You cut him off unexpectedly, he buries himself in your neck, breathing heavily. You shut your eyes, clenching his teeth trying to not embarrass himself the second he tries anything, he rest his head on your shoulder, his wet hair tickling your face.

Pulling the cloth to the side, he insert his index and curls it, you take a deep breath, scratching his shoulders. He pushes your thighs closer to your stomach, giving him better access and you wonder where he learned this, you read a lot about everything and anything but he wouldn’t read about that. You shake the thought away staring at the ceiling, at the stars.

After a second finger joins the other one your lips curls up and you’re glad he’s too embarrassed to face you.

The squelching sounds engulfs the room and is mixed with both of your cries, you crave more than his fingers but he doesn’t allow you yet. 

His rhythm accelerates and tears form in your eyes, ignoring your pleadings, he siphons your nipples, you dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and he finally looks at you, for a short moment, before biting your lower lip.

You tried to fight it but he accelerates and you climax underneath him, soaking his sheets. A strong force holds you down and you recognize his evol.

His fingers do not halt their movements, the noise relentlessly becoming louder.

[justmeinadaze]

Curiosity (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: When I tell you that this did things to me...omg.

I was going to do a one shot but there's a few stories to tell with this two (and I love them already so bleh!)

There is a small glimpse into future steddie activity ;)

I dedicate this to the older girlies looking for their own Eddie Munson <3

Warnings: Younger (Early 20s) Daddy (kinda camboy) Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, SMUT, SO MUCH dirty talk <3, daddy kink (cause I'm me), praise, semi-public (back of his van), big dick Eddie Munson, squirting, etc. FLUFF, these two work together and talk about being each others "work spouses".

ANGST, Y/N stumbles upon Eddie's "second job" on OnlyFans, struggles with the notion of telling him, reader (like myself) makes jokes about being older, weight doesn't play a factor in here and its barely mentioned. Eddie does say how beautiful and sexy he thinks her body is. I think that's it.

The main angst here is her stumbling onto his account and not telling him.

Word Count: 7874

Donate to Me <3

"Yeah, she's got those pretty eyes

But behind them lies

Thoughts of him at night she can't seem to fight

Feelings that she knows she's gonna have to feed"

A slight draw back was, like your manager, a lot of the coworkers around you were younger, ranging from just graduating high school to their mid-twenties. Listening to most of these kids talk made you feel old as hell which is part of the reason you connected to the boy on the opposite side of your cubicle. 

Your head falls on to your desk as you hang up the phone after one of the rudest customer experiences in your life. 

You hated call center work but it paid alright and it was something you could do while you worked towards your goals of becoming something more. While the work and customers were tedious, the environment wasn’t too bad. Your manager was a sweet girl a little younger than you and the company did a bit more for its employees than the typical “You did well this quarter. Here’s a pizza party.”

While Eddie Munson was in his early twenties, he had a slightly older soul. When he wasn’t talking to you or anyone else, he had hair metal playing in his headphones and even had that long, wild hair to match. He talked about things you remembered growing up with fondly as if he was born around the same time and when you questioned him about it, he just said he was “raised right.”

“Fun chat?”, he teased as he leaned back in his seat.

“Exciting!”, you mumbled into your arm that your head was resting on. 

Eddie’s warm laugh filled your ears as his palm extended out to rub your back. 

“I know, sweetheart. These fucking people can be real pricks sometimes.”

“Edward Munson.”

“Mrs. Angela.”

“Language. Just because you aren’t on the phone doesn’t mean people can’t hear you on the other end.”

You laughed as you sat up, meeting his radiate grin as he chuckles. 

“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Angela. I apologize for the foul mouth I was born with.”

Your manager mumbles a soft mhmm and he continues to smile as he leans in closer to speak at a much softer volume. 

“Don’t let these people walk all over you. Remember, they need your help.”, he winks before lightly poking your nose. 

As the day came to a close and you both walked out together, you asked him what his plans were for the evening and he responded the same way he always did. 

“Um, probably going to put in some hours at my second job. I want to put in more recording time this weekend and the fucking manager at the studio is demanding we put down payments before we can use the equipment. It’s fucking stupid. I mean it’s not like we’re taking the stuff home.”

“One day, you’ll have to let me hear you play.”, you smile his way as you throw your things into your car. 

“And one day you’ll finally accept my invitation to come see us play on stage.”, he grins as he opens your car door and rests his chin on the top while he watches you put your things away. 

“I think I’m too old to be hanging out in a bar.”, you giggle. 

“Says who? Definitely not me because if I met a pretty lady like you at The Hideout she’d never go home alone again.”

Eddie’s smile widens and he sticks out his tongue through his teeth as you roll your eyes. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, weirdo.”

“Bye, babe.”

After he closed your door, your eyes followed him as he pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit the end on his way to his van. 

He really was a good man and utterly adorable. People in the office called him your work husband which gave you secondhand embarrassment till he himself began playing into the role. 

“Hey now Mrs. Angela, don’t talk to my work wife that way. Don’t worry, baby girl, I got your back.”, he joked with the manager as he slid his arm around your shoulders. 

Eddie made you laugh constantly and when you had a hard day, he was your sound board allowing you to vent. A part of you felt guilty because he seemed to know more about you than you did about him besides the fact that he wanted to be a rockstar. 

You genuinely did want to hang out with him outside of work but the insecure part of you couldn’t help but always wonder why he’d even want to spend his free time with someone your age when he could be giving his attention to any of the slimmer, more attractive women his own age. 

The sound of him slamming his car door brought you back into the moment as you pushed your gear into reverse and sped to your home. 

***

“Hey, can I use your laptop to watch a movie in bed?”, you ask your roommate as her heels click along the floor behind where you were sitting on the sofa. 

“Seriously? That’s what you’re doing with your Thursday night?”

“Relaxing after a long day at the office? Yes, Kelsey.”

“Why don’t you go out on a date or something?”

“So is that a yes or…?”

Your roommate sighs as she scurries somewhere before she wiggles the device in your peripherals and you thank her. 

“Don’t judge me when you open it. I was watching this sexy guy on Only Fans. Hot damn.”, she swooned making you laugh as she quickly hugged you and hurried towards the door. “I love you! Don’t wait up for me!”

Shaking your head, you take her laptop and throw yourself on your mattress as you flip it open. 

Images of cute people caught your attention and you couldn’t stop yourself as you nonchalantly began to browse. You had never signed up for one of these let alone really knew anything about the platform besides the obvious. You weren’t a prude by any means, you had just never gone down avenues like this.

There were probably millions of people on this site… so the chances of your eyes landing on a face you knew had to be astronomical.

Yet as you clicked a “featured” link, a face you very much recognized appeared front and center. 

Eddie or as the name read, EddietheBanished, was smirking up at the camera with his upper torso bare showing off all the muscle you were completely unaware he had.

You should have let it go; respected his boundaries and closed the browser but it was like autopilot moved you as you clicked his link.

There he was.

The metalhead was sitting at a desk in what you assumed was his bedroom with his head hanging and hair in front of his face as he strummed his guitar. Shaking his mane, his gorgeous eyes met the camera before that sexy smile painted his lips. 

“I see a lot of new ‘faces.’ Welcome. I’m a nice guy I swear. I’ll be getting started here in a minute so take your time, relax, get comfy.”

You immediately backed out and slammed the computer shut, powerwalking into your kitchen to get a glass of wine. 

“No, no Y/N. He’s your friend and your coworker. Don’t invade that boundary. Don’t…”

As you took a sip of your beverage, you glared at the device that felt like it was taunting you from your bed. 

“Maybe…I can make my own account and just…see what he does. Maybe he just plays guitar without his shirt on. People do that right?”

Sitting back down, you reopened the laptop and logged out of your roommates account, selecting to create your own. 

“Name…name…I need a name…”

Um CurvyCorporateMillennial.

“God that’s dumb.”, you sigh at your internal thought as you upload a picture of a random flower as your profile pic and search for his name after you set everything set up. 

“Alright, friends, you know the drill. You get an hour to ask me questions and tip if you wish. The private group session will begin after.”

Over the course of the hour, you listened to him talk about music and his instrument, strumming along to random songs you definitely recognized, making you smile as you watched his fingers moved. Eddie was incredibly charming, replying off every innuendo with something cute or sassy in return. You enjoyed the regular answers more than anything as he came out of his shell a bit differently than he did at work. 

“Yeah, a lot of these tattoos I got because I had the money and I wanted it.”, he chuckled. “But this one here… I got for Master of Puppets and that album. Do you guys know who sings that?”

“Metallica.”

“Damn…CurvyCorporateMillennial answered that quick. Good girl.”, he chuckles making you smirk before you internally panic. 

“Shit. How am I the only one who answered that, that fast?”

“My mom and my uncle really loved all kinds of music. Inspired me to learn to play…”, he sighed as his eyes went a bit glassy. 

Your heart broke for him as you listened to the sad tone in his voice, wondering if something happened there. He never talked about his parents but to be fair you also never asked. 

“You play very well.”

A soft smile spread across his lips as he winked at the camera causing you to bite your own lip at how fucking sexy the action genuinely was. 

“Alright, we’re nearing the end of this hour. It was nice talkin’ to you guys. To my special group, I will see you in about five minutes. I hope to see you there to, Millennial.”

With that he turned off his stream, leaving you dumbfounded as you stared at your screen. 

“No…there’s no way he was talking to me. There have to other people with Millennial in their name… Y/N, you’ve been here long enough and you even engaged. You need to back away now.”

The entire time you went on the hunt for your credit card, you had that debate with yourself, down to the last minute and point you hit enter. 

When the new room opened, he was smiling at the camera as if he had been waiting just for you before they flicked down to the monitor in front of him. Instead of having a guitar in his lap, the metalhead displayed his palm absently rubbing his crotch through his sweats.

“Hey, guys. Thank you for your time and money. This is where the conversation gets fun.”, Eddie chuckles. “Ask away.”

“I shouldn’t be here.”

You can’t see anything displayed on the screen but you can see the reflection of words glisten within his chocolate eyes. 

“Aha, no. No, Steve tonight. I did ask but he said he’s incredibly busy this week…Ok, JulieGirl, I’ll let him know you miss him. Shit, I miss him to. Man definitely knows how to leave me a mumbling mess… Yeah? You’d sit on Daddy’s cock?”

“F-Fuck me.”, you panted, completely frozen as you watched him reach into his pants and take out his dick to spit over his tip, stroking it along his shaft. 

You had never thought about Eddie intimately like that but seeing him wrap his large palm around his girth had your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Fuck, no, wrong!”, you shout as you close the browser and slam the laptop closed. 

##################

“Hey, sweetheart.”, Eddie murmured while his hand rubbed along your back as he flopped down in his seat beside you. This was an action he did everyday which is why he was startled when you gasped and jumped in your chair. “Whoa! You alright, honey? Too much coffee?”, he joked, nervous when you didn’t laugh.

“I’m fine.”, you replied curtly, choosing to focus on your computer in front of you. 

For the rest of the day, you avoided his gaze and kept your head down to work. During your lunch you two would usually sit together but today when he asked if you wanted to go anywhere, you declined and gestured towards your monitor.  

As soon as he clocked out, you waited for him to exit the floor, clocking out as well before following. You hid when you noticed him waiting for the elevator, counting to 30 after he got on and the door closed before pressing the button to ride your own. 

You breathed a sigh of relief as you prayed you’d miss him coming back in, your eyes widening in surprise when the elevator door opened and Eddie was leaning against the opposite wall. 

“Hey, um, oh fuck. I forgot something—”

As the doors began to close again, the metalhead took long strides forward and his palm loudly smacked against the bumpers causing them to slowly open once more. 

“Did I do something to make you mad?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Did I say something or do something to offend you?”

“Pfft, Eddie, what are talking about?”, you reply as nonchalantly as possible while stepping around his broad frame and heading for the parking lot. 

“Oh, come off it, Y/N. You’ve barely said two words to me and now you’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you—”

“Just tell me what I did wrong—!”, he shouts as he reaches for your bicep to get you to slow down but pauses when you abruptly turn and glare his way. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…grab you… I just…I don’t like this…you treating me like most of the people in this fucking town.”

“Huh?”, you inquire, genuinely confused. 

“Shit. I forget you’re not from here sometimes. Um, let’s just say I don’t have many friends. I know we don’t really hang out outside of the building but I like talking to you. It would seriously break my heart if you never spoke to me again.”

Your own heart cracked hearing the sincerity in his voice as his gaze shifted to his feet like a nervous kid. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or anything. I’m just…I have a lot on my mind.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”, he asks. “As your work husband it’s my duty to hear about my work wife’s woos.” As you laugh at his joke, a sigh of relief leaves his chest. 

“No, I’ll be alright.”

“Ok…may I buy you lunch, my lady?”

***

You exhaled as you got home and threw yourself flat on your bed, exhausted from the day and your constant thoughts about what you had seen the night before. 

You considered just telling him what you saw but you didn’t want to embarrass him nor did you want to come off like some kind of pervert. You knew he had a “second job” but you never asked what it was mostly because you didn’t want to pry. 

He seemed so hurt today when you ignored him and it didn’t help that you were now pent up, needing a release after hearing him talk the way he had. 

Your phone dinged and originally you ignored it, thinking it was most likely your roommate who was letting you know that she got to work safely like she always did being that she worked a late-night shift at one of the restaurants nearby. 

When you finally looked at the screen, you were surprised to see a notification from the OnlyFans account. 

Your private session with EddietheBanished starts in five minutes.

“Huh? I didn’t…”

Once again you debated with you internal self as you got to your feet and headed to grab your roommate’s device. 

“I can log in and just tell him ‘Hey it’s Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have clicked on your thing…’ Yeah…Ok, Y/N.”

As soon as you opened the browser and signed in, you made sure the camera was off as you entered the session link sent to you. 

“Hey, Millennial.”, Eddie’s sultry voice cooed as he smiled at the screen. “I hope it’s alright. I scheduled this session here. I noticed you left the group thing before it really started and since you paid for it, I thought it only fair to do this so you don’t feel like you wasted your money.”

Your face softened at his kind confession as you sighed and began to type. 

“You didn’t have to do that. You seem very sweet. I wouldn’t have felt like I wasted my money at all.”

“Aw, thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate that. May I ask why you left so abruptly?”

“I…”

“It felt wrong.”

The metalhead blinked as he nodded and leaned back in his chair as his palm absently rubbed his tummy, the action in itself filling your own stomach with little butterflies. 

“You’re not an OnlyFans normal, are you, honey?”

“Not really no. I was borrowing my roommate’s laptop and when I opened it I saw your face. I got curious.”

“It’s alright to be curious. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I seem to be unintentionally doing that.”, he chuckles causing your head to tilt. 

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh, you don’t want to hear about my problems.”

“No, please. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just… I work at this boring ass job during the day but the only person that keeps me sane seemed upset at me today…kinda scared me. My coworkers call her my work wife.” 

“I’m sure she just had a lot on her mind.”

“Hm, that’s what she said but…she doesn’t really talk to me about her personal life. I hope everything is ok. I invite her out sometimes but she always declines…says she’s ‘too old’.”, he laughs as he shakes his head. 

The two of you casually talked for what felt like minutes before you glanced at your phone and realized it had actually been over four hours. Eddie opened up to you, talking about his family especially his uncle, his dreams of being a rock & roll legend, and things he enjoyed like D & D. 

“I know absolutely nothing about that game! Lol. I wish I did though. It seems like fun.”

“Oh, baby, it is. Maybe you’ll let me teach you one day…see that pretty face behind the flower…”

“Pfft, how do you know my face is pretty? Lol.”

“Because how can a gorgeous soul like yours not be gorgeous.”

Eddie’s words gave you pause as your breath caught in your throat. He had said it with so much confidence to that you couldn’t help but physically hide behind your hands.

“I hope I’m not being too forward. I don’t mean to make you nervous or anything.”

“No…you don’t make me nervous…I think you’re just wasting that charm on someone my age.”

“Hm, well, I may be younger but I can still be Daddy.”

As he winks at the camera and smiles your whole body comes to life. 

“Eddie…there’s something I should tell you…”

“Did I move to fast? I’m sorry. It’s so weird but I feel like I’ve known you for years, you know? Fuck, probably sounds like a line.”

His hair moves from side to side as he shakes him head in shame and laughs making you laugh along with him. 

“It does but that’s alright. I’ve never done anything like this before. Not just the whole online thing but…the Daddy thing… God, that sounds so stupid.”

“No, no, baby, you don’t sound stupid. May I ask, sweetheart…did you like it?”

“Like what?”

“Hearing me refer to myself that way; as Daddy.”

“Yes.”

Eddie’s smile stretches across his face as he bites his bottom lip and leans back in his seat. 

“I wish I could see you. I’m picturing you like blushing and being all giggly. Fuck, the thought of seeing you like that turns me on.”

Your breath shakes at his words as your thighs rub together. 

“You’ve spent so much time talking and getting to know me, baby, I’d like to return the favor.”

“How?”

Scooting his chair a bit closer to the camera, he adjusts his body so you can see more of his lap and chest. 

“How’s this, sweetheart? Got a good view?”

“I can’t see your face very well.”

You vaguely catch it as his cheeks turn a bright crimson and he smirks as he messes with the camera once more so you can see all his face a bit better. 

“Most people on here want to see my abs or my cock.”

“With partners, I like seeing their eyebrows scrunch together or their mouth fall open.”

“Hear that whimper most men try to hide under their heavy breaths.”

“Fuck me, honey. You definitely have a way with words. I like it. What, um, damn, you threw me a bit off my groove there.”, he chuckles as his palm rubs up his pec and over his opposite shoulder. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Maybe…we can talk next weekend. I can schedule the session myself this time. 

“Would it be too forward if I asked for your phone number? I’d love to talk with you through the week.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Eddie.”

“Sweet dreams, baby girl.”

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You tried so many times to tell him about finding his account and how you were the girl he spoke with that Friday night, you really did. But the longer you waited, the harder it became. 

When he came in that Monday morning, Eddie had a different glow about him as he lightly tugged your hair and said hello. 

The week went by like normal and you spent every day hyping yourself up, finally deciding you would tell him on Saturday after surprising him by seeing him play at The Hideout. You figured he’d be in such a good mood that you showed up to see him, maybe he wouldn’t be so angry after you told him the truth. 

When you opened the bar entrance door, you were met with loud blaring music and a lot of young voices chatting over the music. Mumbling small apologies, you pushed past people to find a table near the stage hoping you’d be able to catch his eyeline so Eddie knew you were there. 

Lucky for you, they were already on stage preparing their equipment so you hastily snuck to the corner and called his name. When his chocolate eyes met yours, he smiled wide before seeming to freeze as he took you in. 

You weren’t sure what was normal for bar attire so you went with a green spaghetti strap dress with matching heels and light make up to accentuate your features. 

“Hey! I hope I’m not distracting you. I just wanted you to know—”

“Hey, no. No, no. You’re not…distracting me…”, Eddie interrupted as he jumped down from the stage to give you a hug. 

Fuck, he smelled amazing.

“Wow, sweetheart, you look gorgeous. I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”

“I wasn’t sure what was normal or…”

“Pfft, fuck normal.” As his eyes continued to run along your face, you both seemed to realize he hadn’t taken his arms off your waist after your embrace. “Fuck…I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s been going on with me lately. Usually, I’m a lot smoother than this.”

“Are you?”, you tease causing his grin to reappear as he takes a step back and pokes your nose. 

“There’s my work wife I know and love. Alright, I have to finish getting ready but please stay afterward and let me buy you a drink, ok?”

***

“Eddie, oh my God, you were amazing! I didn’t know you could play like that!”, you continued to compliment as he laughed, chugging back another bottle of beer in his grasp.

“Thank you, baby. Now, if you could advocate for us to get more record time so we can actually get something out.”

“Whatever you need. Do you have a shirt or maybe I can get a tattoo on my forehead.”

You giggle as he laughs and shakes his head. 

“No, Y/N. Would be a shame to damage a gorgeous face like yours.”, Eddie smirks as you bite your lip. 

“So, did your mom teach you to play guitar like that or did your uncle?”

The metalhead blinks, slightly taken aback. 

“What would make you say that? My mom or my uncle and not like my dad?”

“Oh, um, we’ve talked about your uncle before and you’ve never really mentioned your father so I just assumed… I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry.”, he sighs as his gaze shifts to the table.  “My mom got me into music but my uncle taught me to play my guitar. My dad taught me other bullshit like how to hot wire a car and how to spend the rest of your life in prison.”

Your heart breaks for him and on impulse you lean your head on his shoulder as you place your palm over his.

“Yeah, this is why I don’t usually talk about myself.”

“You can always talk to me, Eddie.”

The man smiles softly as he lifts his arm to wrap around your shoulders and pull you closer to his side. 

“I’m glad you came, Y/N. It was nice seeing you out here bobbing your head and cheering for me.”

You laugh as he tilts his head against yours and his hand slides from your shoulder down your bicep. 

“I’m your wife. I thought it was about time to come see my husband play his loud records for the youngens.”

Eddie’s throat vibrates as he chuckles through his teeth but you barely notice as you nuzzle your nose into his neck and inhale the smell of his cologne. 

“You always talk like you were born in 1943 or something.”

“Psh, my body makes me feel that way sometimes.”

“Now why do I doubt that? With a body like yours, honey, I bet you feel better than any of these other girls.”

Leaning your head back, your eyes lock with his as your hand comes up to rest on his cheek so your thumb can caress his bottom lip. 

Just as his mouth is about to press to yours, you gasp as you push away from him. 

“Oh my God…Eddie…I’m…I’m so sorry.”

As he watches you panic, confusion floods his face and freezes him in place until you hurriedly push out the front door. Before you make it to your car, a ringed palm grabs your arm, pushing your back against an adjacent van as he crashes his lips to yours. 

It was a messy kiss but fuck did it taste fucking good. 

Pressing his forehead against yours, he allowed you both a moment to catch your breath as his tall, broad frame kept you boxed in.

“Please, Y/N. I want this…I want you…I want to feel you…”, Eddie whispered as his mouth ghosted your neck to your ear and your eyes rolled shut at the sound. “I want to taste you and hear all the noises you make, baby.”

“F-Fuck…Daddy…”

“Uh my God.”, he breathily panted as his hand absently reached for the door handle and opened the back. “It’s ok…this is mine…I promise.”

The metalhead didn’t even wait for a response as he lifted you by your waist and placed you inside, shutting the door behind him. 

As you crawled backwards further into the back of his van, he hastily climbed up your body to attach his mouth to yours again. Placing his knee between your legs, you took advantage desperate for friction to relieve the ache making you dizzy with need. 

“That’s it, baby girl, use Daddy’s leg. Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.”

Your fists grabbed at his shirt as you moaned against his lips. 

“Are you gonna cum, sweetheart? What a desperate little thing.”

The rhythm of your hips hastened as your grip on him tightened and your back arched as the coil snapped. 

“Good, good girl. Fuck.”

As his mouth attached to your throat, your fingers reached between you two and sloppily fumbled with his belt as he reached back to help you pull his pants just below his ass. 

“Holy shit.”, he whispered as your palm took hold of his incredibly hard cock and moved the cotton blocking your core to the side to allow him entry. “Fuck, baby.”

Your arms came around to cling to his shoulders as his head fell into your nook and he set a steady pace.

“Oh my God, Eddie…your dick is so big…” He grunted at your words as he rolled his hips, pushing his length as deep as your pussy would allow and then some. “I’ve never…I’ve had anyone so… fuck…”

“Tell me, honey, please.” When you don’t immediately respond, he lifts his head to kiss you. “You can do it, beautiful.”

“I-I’ve never had anyone so deep.”

“Fuck, baby girl. Tell Daddy how you want me to make you cum again. Do you want it slow?”, he asks as he gradually pulls all the way back till it’s just his tip before thrusting back into you. “Or do you want it fast and hard?”

“Faster, please.”, you beg as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Eddie does what you ask, his head falling again as he roughly pounds into your cunt. Your fingers tangle in his hair and his own palm slides behind your back, holding you to him as your body trembles and your pussy squeezes him like a vice as you cum. 

“Shit…good, baby. Fuck, you choke my dick when you cum…so fucking tight…where do you want my cum, honey.”

“In-Inside, Eddie, please.”

He started to lift his head to make sure you were sure, but your hand kept him against your throat as you rolled your hips to meet his eliciting a loud grunt from him as his mouth fell open.

His whole frame collapsed on top of you as his pace faltered and you felt his release paint your walls. The strangled groan followed by his heavy pants were the sexiest things you had ever heard and as you lazily turned to look at his face his mouth was waiting. 

Compared to his other kisses, this one was much more tender. 

A soft kiss between two people who had known each other and been friends for a long time. When he pulled back, his chocolate eyes met your irises as his fingers caressed your cheek. 

After a few moments, he silently pulled out of you, kissing your forehead when you winced before crawling towards his glove box and rifling through it. 

“Shit. I thought I had tissues… Ok, um, let me grab some napkins real quick from inside and then…if you’re up to it…maybe we can go to the diner and have some dinner…talk?”

You nod, smiling as he fumbles with his own pants and belt while almost falling out of his van before catching himself on the door. 

“Fucking shit! Uh, I swear I’m more, uh, graceful than that…ok, I’ll be right back.”

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Eddie was an absolute gentleman that night; taking you to dinner where you got to know him a bit better. Afterward, he drove you home and walked you to your door with a smile that you returned with a soft kiss. 

After closing your door, you looked through the peephole to find him beaming wide before throwing his hands in the air in victory and heading back to this car. 

You dreamt about his arms around you and thought about him all morning, the subtle soreness between your legs a constant reminder. 

“Hey. Just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you and I hope you’re feeling ok. I have to work tonight for a bit but maybe after I can call and we can talk?”

You smiled at his text before the realization hit you that his “work” was the website and he still had no idea you were one of the accounts he was talking to. As if to emphasis that a point, a notification flashed on your screen reminding you that you had a session scheduled with Eddie the Banished later that evening. 

Opening the computer, you sat there preparing your speech and apology, ready to tell him everything but when his face illuminated your screen it gave you pause. Before when you saw him online, he usual had on just sweats or boxers but this time he was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a Dio album on the front. 

Still donning black sweats, he had his hair pulled up and out of his face making you smile. 

“Hey, sweetheart. I hope it’s ok but I need your advice.”

“You want my advice?”

“Yeah. You seem incredibly smart and with our last conversation I know you’re easy to talk to.”

As Eddie grinned nervously, you couldn’t help but blush as your fingers flew along the keyboard.

“How can I help?”

“Ok, so I was playing my show last night and this girl…woman…I work with finally showed up to see me. I’ve been asking her for months to come and each time she said she couldn’t for one reason or another. Usually because she said she was ‘to old’.”, he laughs, rolling his eyes. “She’s not. She’s probably the same age as you since she’s a Millennial to but anyway… I loved seeing her come out of her shell, you know? She danced in her seat and headbanged; it was so fucking cute.”

As his smile grew at the thought you bit your bottom lip at the sight. 

“After the show, things got…intimate… and, um, so I guess my question is…how do I tell her about this?”, he asks as he gestures towards his computer and camera. “I don’t want her to think I’m like…a whore or something. I do this for the money because call centers pay their fucking employees jack shit. Add in the fact that I still kind of need to do it because my band and I are SO close to finishing this record but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable or feel like I’m cheating or something. I’m not my dad… I don’t fucking know…”

“Honey.”, you type as he covers his face with his palms. “Breathe. It’s ok. The fact that you’re even thinking of all this I’m sure will mean a lot to her. Eddie, I have to tell you something.”

“I just don’t want to lose her. No one has ever made me feel the way she does. At work I get a glimpse of what a relationship with her would be like and I love it. She’s so funny and sweet. Whenever she’s frustrated, her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk and she sighs like she wants to throw her computer out the window. When she smiles, the entire room lights up. She’s so beautiful, you have no idea.”

“Have you told her any of this?”

“Before last night I didn’t think I stood a chance. In my hometown, people don’t exactly like me. The Munson name carries a lot of weight because of my dad. He conned so many people here and add in the fact that I grew up in a trailer… they see me as trash. It would kill me if she saw me the same way. 

“No, Eddie. She would never think that.”

“Then she makes jokes a lot about her age and sometimes I get worried that she’d see me as like a kid or something. I’m highly aware that a man her own age could probably give her way more than I ever could but… I don’t know. Maybe if she can call me Daddy like she did…she can see me as someone who can take care of her because I will, honey. I don’t care what I have to do.”

“Sounds like you already know what you have to do :). Just talk to her, baby. She… she may surprise you herself.”

“She surprised the hell out of me last night. When she called me Daddy, I almost fucking came in my jeans. I’m sorry. Don’t mean to be crude.”, he grins as he sticks out his tongue towards the camera. 

“It’s ok lol So it was good? The intimacy?”

Eddie’s gaze shifts off camera as his teeth drag along his bottom lip. 

“We’re friends right?”

“Of course.”

“It was the best I’ve ever had, Millennial. Fuck, her lips tasted amazing. I can only imagine what her pussy tastes like. Shit… It happened so fast I wasn’t able to take my time with her but next time… I’m going take her on a date Friday if she says yes. I want to take her to dinner and really make her feel special. She deserves that. Then I’m going to explore her gorgeous body till she’s begging me to stop.”

 Your thighs rubbed together at his words as that similar ache between your legs lit a fire in your belly. 

Without thinking about it, you grabbed your phone and texted his number. 

“Eddie when will you be free??”

Instantly, you heard vibration on his side of the stream and watched as he leaned forward to grab his device. As he smiled down at the screen, you felt your need for him rise as you watched his long, thick fingers fly along the phone’s keyboard. 

What is it about this man that has you feeling like this?

“I can be free now. Why? Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just…”

“Do you think you could come over?”

“Hey, uh, Millennial, I have to go but I’ll keep you updated. Maybe next time you can give me your number and we can keep in touch. I may need more advice!”

Your brain is too foggy to register how that will be a problem later as you type out your goodbyes and he signs off. A moment later, another text from him comes through to your phone. 

“Yeah, I can be there in ten minutes. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I need Daddy.”

The three dots flash on you screen for a millisecond before he replies, “I’m on my way, baby.”

***

Eddie’s fist barely has a chance to knock before you’re opening your apartment door and tugging him inside by his collar, roughly bringing his lips to yours. 

“Ro-Roommate?”, he asks as his eyes briefly notice the two bedrooms. 

“Work…works…overnight…”, you answer between passionate kiss as you tug off his leather jacket and he lifts up your shirt tossing it aside. “Need you…please…”

“I got you, sweetheart. Daddy can take care of you.”

You practically melt into his embrace, backing him into the living room wall and yanking off his shirt so you could drag your lips down his chest as you start to descend to your knees before he grabs your arm.

“No, no, honey. I said Daddy is taking care of you.” With one swift turn he spun you around, placing his palm beside your head to steady himself. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Can I taste you, baby? 

Eddie smirks when you emphatically nod and places a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Can you say it?”, he whispers. “Tell me what you want.”

His eyes stay on yours as he slowly falls to his knees and his palms reach up to pull down your underwear till you were completely naked. While his lips gently pecked along your belly, your own hand reached out to pet his head. 

“I want you to feel your t-tongue in my pussy.”

As his smile grows, Eddie abruptly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and dives into your cunt, doing what you requested. With every flick of the muscle between his teeth, you felt yourself falling deeper into euphoria. This metalhead definitely knew what he was doing and reveled in it as his tongue roamed. 

“Oh…Oh my God, Eddie. Just like that…” 

Your fingers pressed him harder against you and his moan vibrated through you at the sensation. As he picked up his pace, his mouth overwhelmed you as he sucked and made out with your clit till he felt your body quiver as you came. 

Rising to his feet, you circled your arms around his neck as he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you trying to elongate your high. 

“I knew it. I knew you tasted like fucking heaven. Fuck, such a good girl.”

After pushing down his sweats, you licked your palm and wrapped it around his girth, his glassy eyes fluttering at the feeling. 

Eddie’s free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head so he could see your face. 

“Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, pretty girl. I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard on my cock. Goddamn, I keep thinking about how tight your little pussy gets when she cums. Fuck, baby, you drive me crazy.”

You suddenly let him go as your hand flew down to grab his wrist trying to push him away as you whined.

“No, no, sweetheart. Don’t run from it. Daddy’s got you. Give in to it. I’m right here.” At his murmured words, you continued to cling to him as your hips rolled against his fingers. “Atta girl. I know, I know. Cum again for Daddy, baby.”

A string of uhs left your lips as his eyes remained glued to your face and your nails dug into his skin as the coil snapped. 

“Goddamn, you are so fucking sexy.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle as his mouth latched onto your neck and you carefully guided him to your bedroom while tried to stumble out of his pants. 

“Motherfuck—I swear I can walk.”, he jokes as you both fall naked onto your bed. 

“Well, only if your pants are on correctly.”

Eddie laughs as he pushes up on his forearms to look down at your beaming features. Your index finger gradually extends to caress his cheek and along his chin, grazing the light stubble that clung to his skin. 

“You’re handsome.”

At your compliment, his jaw flexes as he tries to contain the obnoxiously huge smile that wants to stretch from ear to ear at your adorable tone. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“I mean it. I always thought you were.”

“Yeah?” You nod, biting your bottom lip to contain your own smile. “You want to know a secret?”

“Hm?”

Eddie crawls a bit further up your frame, gently kissing your jawline till he finds the shell of your ear. 

“I always thought you were beautiful to, baby.”

Utilizing his knee, he pushes your legs further apart as he grinds his cock between your dripping pussy lips but before he could guide himself inside of you, your hand lightly pushed on his hip as you gently pulled his hair. 

His face flooded with concern as his eyes scanned you over. 

“I want to see your face this time, Daddy…Please…”

A relieved chuckle left him; thankful you were ok. 

“You’re going to kill me, honey.”

Licking his lips, you watch as Eddie’s eyes momentarily shifted to the void as he reached between your bodies and pressed his mushroom tip to your entrance. When his irises found yours again, he brought his arm back around and tenderly petted your head as he slowly thrust his cock inch by inch. 

“You’re doing good, baby girl…taking me so he well.”, he praised when he noticed your eyebrows twitch in what appeared to be pain. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Do you need me to go slower?”

“No…No, Daddy. You’re… you’re just…”

“Yeah? Just what, princess?”

“You’re so big.”

“I know, baby, I know but you’re doing so good. I’m almost all the way in.”

“Y-You can…you can go harder…you d-don’t have to be so—fuck—gentle.”

Eddie stops moving for a moment as he smirks down at you before suddenly smacking his hips into yours eliciting a loud moan from deep within you. 

“Like that?”, he teases as he pounds into you again. “I told you…Daddy’s got you.”

Finding a faster rhythm, he kept his intensity as he repeatedly abuses that sensitive, spongy spot deep within you that has your mind reeling. 

Pushing upright onto his knees, the metalhead pressed your thighs flat into the mattress as he watched himself disappear inside your cunt. 

“Shit—your pussy feels too fucking good. Cum again, Y/N. Cum on Daddy’s dick, baby.”

“Something…something’s different…”

Eddie slows for a fraction of a second before he realizes what’s about to happen. 

He sees it all over you scrunched face. 

Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit as he keeps a steady pace. Again, your hand tries to grab at his wrist but he’s much stronger than you as your movements don’t deter him. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Daddy’s right here, baby. Just let it happen.”

A wave of pleasure stronger than you had ever experienced before washes over you as the ball in your tummy drops and you scream his name. 

“Atta girl! Fuck, Y/N.”, he groans, his thrusts faltering as he pumps his release deep inside you. “Fuck…it’s ok…you’re ok.”, he pants. “I’ve…I’ve never made a girl squirt before.”

It took him a moment but it was only then that he realized you were crying. 

“Hey. Hey, hey, what’s wrong, baby. Talk to me.” Your arms wrap around his neck as you hug him and he continues to try and comfort you. “Everything’s alright, Y/N.”

“I-I-I’ve never done that before. I…ruined the moment…”

“Oh, honey, no. No, you didn’t ruin anything.”, Eddie cooed as he moved back to allow you to sit up and he could wipe your eyes with his thumbs. “What just happened was incredibly fucking hot.”

“It was?”

“Yeah, beautiful girl, it was. I’m honored to be the first guy to make you cum hard like that. I mean…of course being your husband only IIII can do that…”

At his joke, you laugh as you reach out to lightly hit his bicep as he giggles along with you. 

“How about this? Let’s get you into a bath and all clean, then I can change the sheets and get you in some nice comfy pajamas.”

“Will…will you lay with me after?”

Caressing your cheek, he leans towards you to gently kiss your lips. 

“Of course.”

After your bath, Eddie gave you some alone time to complete any needs you felt you needed to complete before bed and as soon as you were done, you stepped out of your bathroom to find him just finishing making the bed.

“I hope this is alright. I found these sheets in a closet in the hallway.”

“These are actually my roommates.”

“Oh… well…sheet.”, he jests, smiling when you breathy laugh. “Sorry, bad joke.”

“I like it.”

Stepping towards him, you grab his arm and push him under the covers so you could curl up into his side. Lifting his arm, he circles it around your shoulder and you pleasantly sigh as he plays with your hair. 

“At some point, sweetheart, we’re going to have to talk about this…us…”

“Is that bad?”

“No, fuck, I made it sound like it was going to be. I just…there’s some things I need you to know…about me…my life—”

Your palm cuts him off as your eyes meet his. 

“Later. Tonight, I just want to be close to you like this.”

“Yeah…”, he sighs before craning his neck to kiss your forehead. “Me to.”

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Promise? Promise. | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | word count: 3.9k | deadly sins series | master list navi warnings: nonidol!jaehyun, tatted!reader, afab!reader, pet names (baby, my girl), needy jaehyun, use of sex toys, phone sex, sharing explicit photos, video sex, smut, a little fluffy summary: jaehyun so desperately wants you, only to remember you’re far away from him, so he settles for some long distance phone sex. | deadly sin: lust a/n: part of the deadly sins series. part two will be up in a few days. cr. border by @dollywons, seven deadly sins prompts by @joelsmochi

⌞ pinterest board ⌝ ≫ concept photos

Never in your wildest dreams, you’d be sending suggestive photos of yourself to a man you’ve never met, in person at least, that lives on the opposite side of the world from you. Everything that you’re doing goes against your best judgement, but you did not care. 

You tilt your head to the right, then the left, then the right again while analyzing the lingerie set you bought earlier that day. Eyes scanning the way the lace perfectly lays against your skin, the color complimenting your undertone, and how the cut flatters your body oh so well before turning to the side, slightly twisting your body to admire your ass. You give yourself an approving nod, taking pride in the set you chose yourself. 

Your text tone pulls you out of your thoughts and a smile pulls your lips after seeing who it’s from. 

jaehyun: i missed you today jaehyun: think we can talk tonight?

Your thumb hovers over your phone’s keyboard, thinking about what you should reply. Thinking on your feet, you snap a quick picture posing suggestively for the shot — you angle your mirror to face your bed, positioning yourself in view of your reflection. Your knees slightly part against your mattress and you lean forward a bit, ensuring your phone covers your face as you take a couple of photos. You reopen your messaging app, sending the best photo you took.

you: sure, feel free to call me when you can

Within seconds, you receive a new text. 

jaehyun: is that new?  you: yeah, i bought it today. you: what do you think? jaehyun: i might need a few more angles to come up with a solid opinion jaehyun: one thing is for sure though jaehyun: i want you jaehyun: so fucking badly

You giggle at his multiple messages sent back to back. You quickly shoot a couple more photos, multiple shots in semi compromising positions you remember Jaehyun saying he really enjoyed. Feeling confident in yourself, you choose your best photos once more, sending four more photos for him to add to his spank bank.

you: i really like it you: i think it’s very pretty jaehyun: i need to call you jaehyun: now jaehyun: please

Before you could reply, your phone screen lights up with Jaehyun’s contact information and cute little pouty photo he took and sent you when you took a little too long calling him one night.

“You’re a little impatient, aren’t you?” You giggle softly, hearing a door lock on his end of the line. 

You feel him smile over the phone, his voice slightly echoing on his end. “I can’t help it.” 

“Where are you?” You ask as you trace your finger against the waistband of your underwear. “Doesn’t sound like you’re home.”

“I’m not.” His voice lingers with a hint of urgency, his breathing slightly rattled and you hear the echoes of his belt buckle being undone. “I’m in a restroom. I have to be quick, my friends are waiting.” 

“Hm, you’re gonna use me to get you off and then leave me?” Your bottom lip juts out, letting out a small whimper that always sends Jaehyun into a frenzy.

“No, of course not baby,” he breathes, “Those pictures, fuck, I — I promise to call you when I get home. I want to see you. I need to see you. But right now, I need to hear you, please.” His begging ignites something in the pit of your stomach, aroused by the breathy sounds he makes. 

You slide your fingers under the fabric covering your core. “Promise?” 

“I promise,” his voice low and raspy, before he inhales sharply. “Think you can touch yourself for me?”

You smile against your phone. “Already am,” you let out. “I’m really wet,” you softly giggle, tracing circles around your sweet nub. 

A low groan escapes Jaehyun's lips. The sound of his hand slicking up and down his shaft is very prominent, the sound so enticing you let out a small moan. 

“Should I stick a finger inside?” You wonder aloud, waiting patiently for his directions. 

“Fuck,” Jaehyun growls, “please do.” He pumps his erection faster, aroused by the thoughts of your fingers dipping in and out of you.

“I wish they were yours,” you pout, your dainty fingers gently moving against your wet velvety walls. 

“You have no idea how much I want that,” Jaehyun sighs, throwing his head back against the wall he’s pressed against. He twists his tip before returning to pumping himself. “Until then, fuck yourself with your fingers baby. Tell me how good it feels.” His voice is so low and raspy, you find it incredibly hot how needy and desperate he is to touch himself while thinking of you. 

“It feels so good, Jaehyun.” You groan, penetrating your finger deeper inside of you. “I’m so wet and it’s so warm.” 

“Fuck,” Jaehyun grunts. “Faster. Fuck yourself faster.”

His breathing turns rapid and you hear him sharply inhale. Your eyes shut, taking in the lewd noises you’re making that’s mixed with the sounds Jaehyun lets out every time his imagination gets the best of him. You do as he says, before opting out to rub circles on your clit knowing it’ll make you release faster. 

“Jaehyun,” you whimper. “Harder.” 

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, biting back the groan he so desperately wants to let out. He loves the way you call out for him as you touch yourself. He does as you say, tightening his grip around his cock, pumping his hand all the way down to the base of his shaft as he imagines bottoming out inside of you. 

You press down onto your clit, picking up the pace ever so slightly to reach your high. A string of breathy mumbles leave your lips, imagining how good Jaehyun would feel inside of you. Your walls begin to pulse and your back begins to arch. Your hand doesn’t falter and Jaehyun’s sounds help you chase ecstasy. As your pace increases, so does his. His pathetic whimpers are music to your ears.

“God, Jaehyun,” you gasp. “I’m gonna come!” 

“Shit, me too,” he croaks. 

A jolt of pleasure runs through your body; your thighs tremble and your toes curl. “I’m coming,” you cry out, rubbing yourself until you ride out your high. 

Jaehyun doesn’t say a word, instead, you hear him groan and gasp into the phone. Strings of white ropes spurt out of his tip and onto his long fingers. Both your bodies go limp — you sink into your mattress and he leans into the restroom wall to hold him up. 

“Damn,” he laughs, causing you to let out a giggle as well. “Hold on, I gotta clean myself up.”

He places his phone on the counter as he tears a bunch of toilet paper from its dispenser to wipe his release off his fingers and his tip. You hear a rush of water indicating hand washing on his end. 

Soon enough, you’re greeted by Jaehyun once again. “You’re not going out tonight, right?” He asks you, unlocking the restroom door. A wave of chatter fills your phone, clearly telling you that he’s going back to his friends. 

“That depends if you’re going to call me later,” you mumble, trying to steady your breathing.

Jaehyun chuckles and all you can imagine is his dimpled smile. “I made a promise, right?” He lets out, sharply inhaling. 

“You did.”

“So I intend on keeping that promise.” Your heart swells with excitement, a small smile tugs the corners of your lips. “I’ll be home soon.”

You give him a tired hum before hearing his name get called by who you can assume are his friends. “When I call later, make sure you have those gifts I sent you, okay baby?”

Your heart flutters, excited to use the sex toys Jaehyun sent you a couple of weeks back. “Okay,” you happily mumble. “Don’t miss me too much.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “It’s really hard not to,” he smiles. “I’ll keep you updated.” 

And Jaehyun did just that. For the next two hours or so, he texted you with a ton of updates. He even sent you pictures of him and his friends as they walked the streets, eating their favorite street foods and making you slightly envious.

jaehyun: i’m heading home now jaehyun: i’ll call you when i’m inside jaehyun: i hope you have didn’t change out of that set, i can’t wait to see it

You smile at your phone, sending a picture of your point of view as you sit on your bed, back against your headboard. In front of you, you see a small vibrator and a custom dildo — custom to the size and shape of Jaehyun’s cock. Your lace underwear peaks from the edge of the picture, your focus are your legs and feet; looking silky and soft as your overhead light accentuates the smooth texture of your skin. 

A few minutes later, your phone rings — this time, Jaehyun requesting a video call. 

“Hey,” you answer with a smile, Jaehyun already smiling at the sight of you. 

“Hey,” he replies. “How was your day?”

The one thing you appreciate about Jaehyun is the fact that he never forgets to ask about your day. Sure, things between the two of you were sexually tense, but you find him to be one of the sweetest people you’ve been sexually involved with. It always feels like he truly cares about what you have to say, making you feel more like an actual friend to him and not simply someone to help him get off.

“Oh the usual — stressful day at work, so I decided to go shopping afterwards to make myself feel better.”

“Did it work?” Jaehyun chuckles. He places his phone against a water bottle in his room before taking his shirt off then proceeding to pick up the phone again. Pushing his hair back with his long fingers, he shakes his head and it falls back into place. 

“Yeah,” you grin. “I think what I bought is pretty.”

“It is.” Jaehyun licks his lips, his eyes wandering from your eyes down to the lace holding your breasts perfectly in place. “A very pretty girl in very pretty lingerie.” 

Your cheeks rush with heat, shyly smiling at his comment. “How was your day?” You ask, changing the subject quickly. 

“Oh the usual —“ he teases you, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he smiles. “Work was brutal, back to back meetings make my brain turn into mush.” You give him a sympathetic pout as he speaks. “Wished I could’ve come home to you, but you’re so far away.” 

Your brows lift in surprise. You move to lay on your stomach, phone propped in front of you, making sure to angle it in a perfect view of your ass for the man you’re talking to. “I’m sorry I’m so far away,” you sigh, resting your chin against the palm of your hand. “Wish I was there with you.” 

A toothy smile creeps onto Jaehyun’s face as he hears your words. “Maybe one day?” 

You eagerly nod, smiling like a teenager in love. 

“Promise?” 

“I promise,” you giggle at his neediness. “How was hanging out with your friends, by the way?”

“The same old stuff,” he shrugs. “They did wonder why I went to the restroom after looking at my phone.” His ears flush a crimson red, thinking back on the memory. 

“What did you say?” 

He lets out an embarrassed laugh. “I mean, I really wanted to tell them why, but I decided not to and just told them I needed to use the restroom.” Jaehyun sits at his work desk in his room, propping his phone on a stack of books ensuring you could see his body. “Not sure if they believed me, but that’s okay. I’ll let their imagination run wild.”

He leans into the backing of his rolling computer chair, looking relaxed in his position. He twisted his chair casually, your eyes catching his well defined body and how good he looked in those grey sweatpants he had on. He wasn’t doing much to excite you, in fact, he was just sitting there telling you about his day and you find the sight of it arousing. 

“By the way,” he lets out, catching your attention. “You were absolutely amazing in the restroom earlier and those pictures, fuck — they look so good. I’d give anything to hear your moans in person.” 

You blush at his compliments, biting down on your bottom lip before hiding your embarrassment. Jaehyun laughs at you, enjoying the sight of you crumbling at his words. He continues to twist his chair, letting out an amused laugh. 

“Can I see what you’re wearing?” A smile never leaves his face, but you see him quickly squeeze his length through his sweatpants. 

You sit on your knees, your screen filled with your body and that perfect little smile you had as you showed off your beautiful set. 

“Turn around,” Jaehyun exhales, eyes locked in on your body. 

You do as he says, showing him how nicely your underwear wraps around your ass cheeks. You bend over to give him a better view in hopes that he’ll think of you in this position as he jerks himself off. 

“Damn,” he mutters under his breath. He shifts in his seat, shamelessly squeezing his length a lot harder this time. “You have a tattoo?” He questions, pausing his movements and moving closer to his phone to get a better view. 

You nod your head, pointing to the little text you have on your lower back. 

“What does it say?” Jaehyun asks, eyes wide at the sight of your small tramp stamp. 

The typewriter font tattoo in the middle of your lower back had been seen only by a handful of people and within those handful of people, only one of them was a partner who was also surprised at the sight of it. Jaehyun would be the second partner to see this tattoo. “It says, unforgettable.” You share, slightly embarrassed at the spur of the moment tattoo you decided to get a few years back. 

“Wow,” Jaehyun lets out, giving you a smirk. “That’s so hot. Any other tattoos you have?” 

You fall back onto your stomach, looking at your propped up phone screen that’s leaning on a bunch of pillows stacked on each other. 

“Yeah, I have one on my inner lip.”

Confused for a second, Jaehyun opens his mouth to speak only for you to pull down your bottom lip, showing him the small text against the inside flesh of your bottom lip reading ‘kiss me.’ 

“Woah,” he breathily lets out. “And here I thought you couldn’t get any hotter. When did you get that?”

“Like a year ago?” 

“I met you a year ago, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You never asked,” you laugh at him as he has a stupidly cute grin on his face. 

“Can you turn around again? I wanna see your back tattoo.” 

You do as he asks, this time moving a little closer to the camera. You sit on your knees, slightly twisting your body to see him admiring your body before a notification of a screenshot pops up on your screen. And another one. And another one. He massages his cock through his pants as he imagines how intoxicating it would be to see you in person. 

“Jaehyun,” you whine, going back to the position you were in earlier. “You’ve been playing with yourself this whole time and haven’t even shown me it. I didn’t even get a picture in the restroom earlier,” you pout. 

“Oh,” he chuckles, smiling at your whines. “I’m so sorry, baby, I forgot to show you what you did to me. Want me to show you, now?” 

You nod your head, excited. 

“Anything for my pretty girl,” he coos, pulling his sweats down to his knees before sitting back down. His cock springs up, hitting against his abs and you eye his tip ending right above his belly button. 

“So,” you smile. “In hopes of seeing you one day,” you sigh happily, grabbing the dildo beside you and placing it between you and the camera. “I’ve been practicing giving head with this beautiful thing.” 

“Yeah?” Jaehyun croaks. “C-Can you show me?” He mumbles as he strokes his long length, already hard from the sight of you. 

You nod, holding your custom dildo at the base with your hand. Your dainty fingers slowly begin to delicately caress its shaft before you let a pool of spit from your lips fall onto the tip of the silicone toy, using your hand to spread your saliva. Jaehyun spits in his hand before following your actions, spreading the saliva against his own shaft. His eyes never leave the sight of you. 

He watches as your lips slowly part upon contact with the tip of your toy. Your head bobs up and down the silicone shaft, your hand spreading the wetness. All Jaehyun could do was watch and imagine — imagine your lips were kissing his reddened tip and your hands moving up and down, sending chills through his body. All he could do was imagine his fingers buried into your hair, guiding you as he bucks his hips up, forcing himself down your throat inch by inch. Sloppy noises heard on your end earns you a low groan from Jaehyun, his free hand running through the root of his hair, his eyes softening at the sight of you and imagining you were there with him. He silently thanked himself for getting you a replica of his own cock so you could use it during occasions like this. 

“Put it in.” He sharply intakes a breath. 

Using the back of your hand to wipe the drool off your lips, you begin to back up from the camera. You push the thin laced fabric aside, exposing your aroused hole. 

“Take it off,” Jaehyun commands, slowly pumping his rigid length, veins popping out angrily. “I wanna see that pretty pussy.” 

His explicit words cause a flush against your skin, exciting your core. You begin to remove your underwear, flicking it aside as it reaches your ankle. You plant your feet against your mattress, thighs wide open as you show your soaking heat to the camera. 

Jaehyun’s jaw drops, his hair a disheveled mess with strands stuck against his glistening forehead. “So fucking pretty,” he mumbles. His hand twists against his cock, squeezing and stroking his hardened length, slowly. 

Grabbing your dildo, you press the silicone tip against your clit before pressing it into you, slowly at first forcing out a satisfied groan from your lips. You begin to bury the toy into your soaking cunt, biting down on your bottom lip, enjoying how your toy filled you up perfectly. 

Jaehyun’s left speechless, enjoying the sight in front of him. He tightens the grip around his length, matching your pace with his. 

Your dildo slides into you ease, watching you fuck yourself through the mirror angled perfectly towards your bed. With your free hand, you grab your tiny vibrator, and place it against your sensitive nub. Jolts of pleasure run through your body and for a quick moment, you forget Jaehyun is watching you. His eyes glued to his phone screen, watching you hungrily, intimately, desperately.

“I wanna be inside of you,” he begs. “Fuck!” 

You smirk at his words. You pump the dildo inside of you, your soft walls swallowing it whole. Your moans gradually get louder, your breathing gets heavier, and sweat beads begin to form against your forehead.

You sit on your knees, your pussy still clenching your dildo as it pushes it deeper as you change your position. Holding it at the base, you ride it while it stays in place during your movements. You place your vibrator against your clit once more. 

“God, Jaehyun, I wish I could ride you,” you whine. Your hips move against your silicone toy while steady vibrations stimulate your pretty little bud, sending nothing but pleasure throughout your body. 

Jaehyun watches your hips grind, a hint of jealousy from a toy. A frustrated growl escapes and he bucks his hips into his hand, imagining he was bucking it into you as you ride him. 

“Faster,” you mutter, frantically grinding your hips. “I want you to come with me.” 

Jaehyun’s lips part slightly before his jaw falls open. Clenching his throbbing cock, he roughly jerks himself letting his imagination run rampant with thoughts of you and only you. 

“Fuck, Jaehyun!” You cry out, a feverish tingle runs through your entire body. “I-I’m com-ing!” Your voice hitches as you gasp in pleasure. 

Jaehyun releases as you call out his name. His velvety white ropes splatter against his abdomen and a liquid mess leaks from his tip onto his fingers. His face flushes a bright pink, clearly exhausted by his movements. He lets out an amused laugh, carefully wiping away his release with the tissues he had on his desk. His forehead glistens with sweat and his hair clings onto his skin before he pushes his hair back right before pulling his sweatpants up. 

You slowly pull your dildo out of you, putting it aside to clean off for next time. Grabbing your underwear, you slide them back on. “Was that okay?” You ask Jaehyun who is illuminated by his computer screen. He frantically types something, eyes scanning the words in front of him. 

“It was perfect.” He smiles at your words, quickly peaking at you before returning to what he was doing. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask, curiously, throwing your blanket over you. 

“I’m looking for flights,” he quickly responds, his fingers aggressively tapping the keys on his computer’s keyboard. 

“Flights?” Grabbing your phone, you rest your head on your pillow. “Where are you planning on going?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he smirks. “I’m looking for a flight to get your ass here.” 

You laugh at his words. “You’re ridiculous,” you let out, pulling the blanket higher up your body. 

“There’s a flight next month. Send me a picture of your information, I’ll book it for you.” 

“Wait, woah, hold on.” You nervously chuckle. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah?”

“Jaehyun, baby, I can’t just leave — not next month, anyway.”

He pauses, eyes back on his computer screen. He taps and clicks away. “Hm, there’s a flight 3 months from now. Is that enough time to get everything sorted out?” 

“You’re dead serious?” You ask, flustered at the thought of seeing him in person.

“I’ve got everything covered for when you get here,” he smiles. “3 weeks, tops.” 

You sit up in bed, your blanket sliding down your skin as you’re in deep thought. 

“I want to see you,” Jaehyun looks at you through the phone screen, his eyes soft and full of hope that you’ll agree. 

“This is a very expensive booty call,” you lightly chuckle. 

Jaehyun gives you an exaggerated pout. “C’mon, you know it’s not like that. We’ve been talking for over a year. Don’t you think we owe this to ourselves and finally meet in person?” He pauses, scanning your reaction. “Please? I just wanna see my girl.” 

Your heart swells with happiness as you hear your nickname that he’s given you. 

“Fine, I’ll send you my info,” you sigh in defeat, although your smile indicates a tinge of excitement. “After all,” you pause. “I did make a promise.”

[midnightjewel]

Taylor Swift Songs For Your Relationship With The BNHA Guys <3

Simple description like the title says! Specific lyrics included with the songs! I think I picked really good ones for my two favorite princesses <3

(Includes angsty songs as well)

Hope you enjoy <3 Part 1 Part 2

Characters Included: Hawks and Dabi

Hawks

Gorgeous (Reputation)

- You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

- You’re so cool it makes me hate you so much

- You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face. Cause look at your face!

- You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room

- You’re so gorgeous it actually hurts

Daylight (Lover)

- I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away)

- I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

- And I can still see it all in my head, back and forth from New York sneaking in your bed

Guilty as Sin? (TTPD)

- Drowning in the blue Nile, he sent me downtown lights

- I’m seeing visions am I bad or mad or wise? What if he’s written ‘mine’ on my upper thigh only in my mind?

- These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath taking all of me, we’ve already done it in my head

- My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name building up like waves crashing over my grave without ever touching his skin

- I choose you and me, religiously

Fearless (Fearless TV)

- We’re driving down the road, I wonder if you know I’m trying so hard not to get caught up now

- But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair absentmindedly making me want you

- Well you stood there with me in the doorway, my hands shake I’m not usually this way but, you pull me in and I’m a little more brave, it’s a first kiss it’s flawless

I Know Places (1989 TV)

- You stand with your hand on my waistline, it’s a scene and we’re out here in plain sight, I can hear them whisper as we pass by, it’s a bad sign

- Baby, I know places we won’t be found and they’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

- Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it, my love

- They take their shots but we’re bulletproof, and you know for me it’s always you

“Slut!” (1989 TV)

- Flamingo Pink, Sunrise Boulevard, Being this young is art, Aquamarine moonlit swimming pool

- But if I’m all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us, and if they call me a slut, it might be worth it for once

- The sticks and stones they throw froze midair, everyone wants him that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time and I break down then he’s pulling me in, in a world of boys he’s a gentleman

- Half asleep taking your time in the tangerine, Neon lights this is luxury, you’re not saying you’re in love with me but you’re going to

- Half awake taking your chance it’s a big mistake I said it might blow up in your pretty face, I’m not saying do it anyway, but you’re going to (Ughh those lyrics iykyk ;) )

Angst:

The Moment I Knew (Red TV)

- You should’ve been there, should’ve burst through the door with that “baby I’m right here” smile

- You said you’d be here, and it was like slow motion standing there in my party dress in red lipstick, with no one to impress

- And there in the bathroom I try not to fall apart but the sinking feeling starts as I say hopelessly “he said he’d be here”

- What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know? And what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show?

- And they’re all standing around me singing “Happy Birthday To You” but there was one thing missing and that was the moment I knew

- You called me later and said “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it” and I said “I’m sorry too”

You’re Not Sorry (Fearless TV)

- You don’t have to call anymore I won’t pick up the phone this is the last straw, don’t wanna hurt anymore

- And you can tell me that you’re sorry but I don’t believe you baby like I did before, you’re not sorry

- Could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold, and you’ve got your share of secrets and I’m tired of being last to know and now you’re asking me to listen cause it’s worked each time before

Mr. Perfectly Fine (Fearless TV)

- Mr. Perfect face, Mr. Here to stay, Mr. Look me in the eyes and tell me you would never go away

- Hello Mr. Perfectly fine, how’s your heart after breaking mine?

- He goes about his day, forgets he ever even heard my name

- So dignified of your well pressed suit, so strategized all the eyes on you, sashay your way to your seat, it’s the best seat, in the best room

- Oh he’s so smug Mr. Always Wins, So far above me in every sense, so far above feeling anything

Now That We Don’t Talk (1989 TV)

- Remind myself the more I gave you’d want me less, I cannot be your friend so I pay the price of what I lost and what it cost, now that we don’t talk

- I don’t have to pretend I like acid rock or that I’d like to be on a mega yacht with important men who think important thoughts, guess maybe I am better off..

Hits Different (Midnights)

- You made a mess of me, I pictured you with other girls in love and threw up on the street

- And I never don’t cry, at the bar. Yeah my sadness is contagious. I slur your name till someone puts me in a car

- I find the artifacts, cried over a hat, cursed the space that I needed, I traced the evidence make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding

- You are the one that I love, don’t need another metaphor it’s simple enough, a wrinkle in time with the crease by your eye, this is why they shouldn’t kill off the main guy

Peter (TTPD)

- I thought it was just goodbye for now, you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me

- Are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer? But life was always easier on you, than it was on me.

- And I won’t confess that I waited but I let the lamp burn as the men masqueraded I hoped you’d return with your feet on the ground tell me all that you’ve learned

- Cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned, and you said you’d come and get me but you were 25 and the shelf life of those fantasies has expired

- Please know that I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine, but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

(This song is so sad when you think about it being angsty for your relationship with Keigo)

Dabi

Don’t Blame Me (Reputation)

- Don’t blame me, love made me crazy if it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right

- For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind

- My name is whatever you decide and I’m just gonna call you mine, I’m insane but I’m your baby

- I get so high every time you’re loving me, Trip of my life every time you’re touching me

Getaway Car (Reputation)

- It was the best of times, the worst of crimes, I struck a match and blew your mind

- The ties were black, the lies were white, in shades of grey in candle light I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason

- You we’re driving the getaway car, we were flying but we never get far

- The great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face, but you weren’t thinking and I was just drinking, while he was running after us I was screaming “Go!Go!Go!”

- We we’re jet set, Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side, it’s no surprise I’ve turned you in, cause us traitors never win

- I’m in a getaway car, I left you in the motel bar, put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me

This Love (1989 TV)

- This Love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead

- In losing grips on sinking ships you showed up just in time

- Your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave, your smile, my ghost, I fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need

Dress (Reputation)

- Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

- Only bought this dress so you could take it off, Carve your name into my bedpost

- Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try, and if I get burned at least we were electrified. I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

- Say my name and everything just stops

- Even in my worst lies you saw the truth in me, and I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side, my one and only, my lifeline

But Daddy I Love Him (TTPD)

- They slammed the door on my whole world, the one thing I wanted, now I’m running with my dress unbuttoned, screaming “but daddy I love him!” Im having his baby, no I’m not but you should see your faces

- I’m telling him to floor it through the fences, no I’m not coming to my senses, I know he’s crazy but he’s the one I want

- I tell you something right now, I’d rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning

I Can See You (Speak Now TV)

- Cause I can see you waiting down the hall for me, and I can see you up against the wall with me

- They keep watchful eyes on us, so it’s best that we move fast and keep quiet, you won’t believe half the things I see inside my head

- I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you, baby want you even more

- And I could see you being my addition, you could see me as a secret mission

Angst:

Better Man (Red TV)

- I wish it wasn’t 4am standing in the mirror saying to myself “you know you had to do it” I know, the bravest thing I ever did was run

- I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man

- And it was always on your terms, I waited in every careless word

- But your jealousy, I can hear is now talking down to me, like I’d always be around, push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun, you never thought I’d run

I Can Fix Him (no really I can) (TTPD)

- The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town

- They shook their heads saying “god help her” when I tell them he’s my man, but your good lord doesn’t need to lift a finger I can fix him no really I can, and only I can

- The dopamine races through his brain on a six lane Texas highway, his hand so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face

- Good Boy, that’s right, Come close, I’ll show you heaven if you’ll be an Angel all night. Trust me I can handle me a dangerous man, no really I can!

- I can fix him, no really I can…. Woah maybe I can’t….

(This is THE Dabi x reader song no one can change my mind)

Say Don’t Go (1989 TV)

- I’ve known it from the very start, we’re a shit in the darkest dark

- Why’d you have to lead me on? Why’d you have to twist the knife? Walk away and leave me bleeding

- Now I’m pacing on shaky ground, strike a match then you blow it out, it’s not fair! Cause you kiss me and it stops time and I’m yours but you’re not mine

- Why’d you have to make me want you? Why’d you have to give me nothing back? Why’d you have to make me love you? I said “I love you!” You say nothing back…

The Black Dog (TTPD)

- So I watch as you walk into some bar called the black dog

- Old habits die screaming

- I just don’t understand how you don’t miss me in the shower when my rain soaked body was shaking. Do you hate me? Was it hazing?

- Six weeks of breathing clean air I still miss the smoke, were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke? Now I wanna sell my hose and set fire to all my clothes

- Even if I die screaming, and I hope you hear it. And I hope it’s shitty in the black dog

Tolerate It (Evermore)

- I sit and watch you reading with your head low

- You’re so much older and wiser and I, wait by the door like I’m just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait, lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it

- I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life. Drawing hearts in the byline, always taking up too much space or time

- What would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins, took this dagger in me and removed it, gain the weight of you then lose it, believe me I could do it

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived (TTPD)

- Was any of it true

- You tried to buy some pills, from a friend of friends of mine, they just ghosted you, and now you know what it feels like

- Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

- In 50 years will all this be declassified, and you’ll confess why you did it. And I’ll say “good riddance!” Cause it wasn’t sexy once, it wasn’t forbidden

- I would’ve died for your sins, instead I just died inside, and you deserve prison but you won’t get time

- And in plain sight you hid, but you are what you did, and I’ll forget you but I’ll never forgive the smallest man who ever lived

[batbirdies]

On the WIP game - if it hasn't been asked yet, can I hear about the "Dick bad patrol" one? :D

(Warning - this one discusses suicide)

Yes of course! This is another one I really want to write eventually, but has given me SO MUCH GRIEF for some reason. Every time I’ve tried to work on it I just get stuck.

The gist is:

Dick catches a teen girl who just shot herself at the top of a building when she falls, but she’s already dead when he catches her. It screws with his head BAD and he keeps thinking of his family and how he knows Bruce has been really depressed in the past, and so has Tim, and Jason- Jason had been so unstable for a while and what if— what if they got like that again, what if he lost them like that?

This leads to a clumsy phone call with Jason that doesn’t end well, and Jason showing up to his apartment uninvited. And then a slew of other things.

Snippet below the cut!

Dick had lost people on patrol before. They all had. It was always hard, always haunting. But some were worse than others.

This… this was bad. He’d showered twice, both times still in the middle of the same panic attack. It took over an hour just to get his breathing under control and he just—couldn’t stop thinking about—about what pushes someone to that point. Of being at that point when you can’t handle things anymore, when you just want it all to be over and—

And he keeps seeing Bruce, after Jason’s death, and Tim, after Bruce’s, and Jason after coming back from his own. The risks, and the mania, not being able to stop for even a moment because if you did then everything would come crashing down on you and—he takes a deep, slow breath, tucked into the corner of his couch.

The TV is turned up, probably too loud for the time of night but sometimes it helps him stay in the moment. His hair is wet, and it drips uncomfortably down the back of his shirt when he tips his head back to take a sip of the Chamomile tea Alfred brought him last time he visited.

Dick knew Bruce had wanted to die, back then. It wasn’t hard to tell. He hadn’t been in a good place either, not a place where he could do anything to help. So it fell to Tim, this little kid who’s life Dick sometimes thought they’d ruined.

He rubbed his face, trying to blink away the thought, trying to watch the commercial for Tide pods on his TV with any kind of comprehension, heel jumping against the floor. He felt like he should go back out. Get back on patrol, go burn off the adrenaline still surging through his body but every hard won shred of experience told him it was a terrible, terrible idea to be on the streets like this.

It was why he went home right after the girl. Because he wasn’t safe to be out there. For himself, sure, but for anyone else either. He would hit too hard, hold too tight, move too fast. He’d hurt someone and definitely himself. He’d be distracted, miss something obvious, probably get shot—

He swallowed roughly, gripping the mug hard enough to feel the light burn of the heat from the ceramic. Tim had almost died.

He blinked again, clenching his teeth and abruptly leaning forward to set his tea on the coffee table.

Tim would have died. If Dick hadn’t caught him. He’d been half limp too, but much heavier than the girl. He said he knew that Dick would catch him but Dick always doubted, always worried that he was lying, agonized over trust he craved and was horrified by in equal measure.

God he needed to stop thinking about this.

Tim was fine now. And Bruce was fine now. And so was Jason, and so were all the rest of his now extended family. This was just a traumatic moment playing havoc on his brain.

They were probably just finishing up their own patrols, or just getting in, writing up case notes or wrapping bruised ribs—they were fine.

Dick had talked to Jason earlier that day about a case he was helping with in Gotham—But sometimes Jason’s moods could change so quickly. He had a lot of triggers, and some were severe. And what if there was fear gas, or Joker venom or any of the hundreds of Ivy’s toxins that could screw with your head—

Jason had told Dick once that he’d felt like a ghost that whole first year back in Gotham. Like he wasn’t really there, like he couldn’t die because he already was—

The air felt sharp in his lungs, cutting through him. He had to stop doing this. Stop spiraling.

“I am in my apartment, in Bludhaven, and tonight was awful, but i am ok.”

It always made him feel like he was losing it to talk out loud to himself, but once upon a time a therapist had told him it could help with grounding.

“Everyone else is fine, and no one is having a mental crisis but me right now. And I will not get a call that someone has killed themself in the morning—Jesus Christ.“

He bit his tongue, bending forward and tucking his head between his knees. His cell phone was sitting on the coffee table in front of him and he knew he should call someone. Getting through these things on his own was always the preference but it wasn’t like the others wouldn’t understand, they all had their things, their low moments—shit, what if—

“No, god, brain shut up.” His voice echoed weirdly under the coffee table, where his head hung between his knees. Sitting up abruptly, he grabbed his phone, nearly dropping it in his haste.

“You’ve got to get a hold of yourself. You’re going to freak someone out, Grayson.”

[rafesweetie]

track vi. I THINK HE KNOWS! (pope heyward x sunny!reader)

“he got that boyish look that i like in a man”

you couldn’t help yourself. you had such a crush on pope heyward. he was smart, brave, kind, and oh so handsome. you had to have him.

you walked up to him at a party, all smiles. he’s chatting with a girl. her name was kiara, you seemed to recall. you needed to stop it.

a kook by blood, when pope realizes it’s you trying to get his attention, he takes a cautious step back. “uh, d’you need something?”

“hey! i just wanna talk,” is all you say softly, smiling.

“about what?”

“pope, just walk away, she’s a kook—“ you hear kiara whisper, which makes your smile fade, hurt by her rudeness.

“just wanna get to know you, s’all,” you tell him, having no problem with forwardness, even though your voice is all sad and nervous now.

seeing your genuine upset over being almost-rejected, he feels guilty, he nods and puts a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to sit on the steps of john b’s porch, where the party was. it perks you back up instantly.

“what’s your name again?” pope asks, ever so politely, and you tell him. “i’m pope,”

“i know,” you tell him. “i mean— everyone knows the pogues after you guys found el dorado. so brave,”

“brave?”

“mhm. i could never go into a scary rainforest with no phone or anything, just for gold. it’s super brave, what if you got lost or something?”

“nah, nah, we wouldn’t get lost, big john had a compass…” he goes into the small details of finding the treasure, all the thought that pope, specifically, had put into this. you’re just batting your eyelashes, listening to every word.

“so you’re really smart, then,” you concur from his words. “what do you wanna be when you grow up?”

“a coroner.”

“wow.”

“what about you?”

“ummm, haven’t thought that far ahead. taking a gap year,”

“that’s okay. i guess i am too. you don’t have to know just yet, we’re young,”

he’s sweet too. so you tell him. “you’re really nice. my older brother told me all the pogues were mean,”

“funny, uh, that’s what my dad says about kooks.”

“am i mean?” you ask, misinterperating his words.

“no, baby, you’re good. you’re very kind,”

baby. “good,” is all you say softly, in a bit of a trance.

you two talk for a bit longer, wearing his sweater because it’s chilly and his father always told him to be a gentleman to sweethearts. until the party dies down, and he offers to drive you home in the twinkie.

“this is a cute car,” you say softly as you sit inside. “home-y,”

“yeah, it is, huh? we all decorated it, john b’s had it forever, refuses to get rid of it.”

“i like it. cozier than kook cars,”

somehow during talking (you two haven’t stopped), his hand lands on your thigh. not that you mind, it feels like you’ve known him ages, you’re already comfortable around him.

pulling into the rich side of the island, you tell him your address and he pulls into your driveway.

“alright, it was really nice meeting you, baby,” pope smiles. “sleep well, mkay?”

you nod. “yeah night—“ you start, but cut yourself off. “hey.” you start.

“yeah?”

“i don’t normally do this, but, do you wanna… come in? my parents aren’t gonna be home for a couple days,”

he scratches his head, thinking. “uh, for what?”

“i think you know.”

a lyrical smile on his face as he nods, helping you out of the car. he doesn’t normally do this either, but something about you captivated him. bless his soul.

[toasttt11]

dunkin

September 16, 2024

Mackenzie had her head leaning back against her stall closing her eyes after a long practice.

She wasn’t rushing to get out of her hockey equipment because Joe was her ride and he had a meeting right now so she would be here for a little while longer.

She had just moved into Joe’s house last night and stayed there for the first time yesterday.

Will softly tossed a roll of her tape at Mackenzie making the roll fall onto her lap and she opened her eyes looking down and then at Will seeing him grinning at her from his stall next to her stall, “Yeah?” Mackenzie asked.

“You still don’t have your drivers licenses right?” Will asked with a teasing smile but genuine curiousness wanting to know.

“No i don’t.” Mackenzie responded, she had her permit but she wasn’t in a rush to get her drivers license and she will just take her test before her permit expires.

“You need a ride tomorrow?” Will asked her as he just moved in with the Marleau’s and he had his car now.

“Uh you don’t mind?” Mackenzie raised an eyebrow, she hasn’t really thought about how she’s gonna get to everything yet because Joe can’t drive her to everything.

“Not at all it’s on the way.” Will easily smiled making her slowly nod.

“Okay thanks Will.” Mackenzie smiled, he definitely didn’t have to pick her up and he drive her but he is anyways.

“Of course Mack.” Will just smiled shrugging.

Will ended up staying with Mackenzie the entire time as she waited for Joe and he took his time getting out his equipment to spend time with Mackenzie.

They walked out of the locker room together and headed to one of the lounges getting comfortable on the couch together and started watching tik toks on Will’s phone together until Joe finished his meeting.

Joe walked out of the meeting and raised a knowing eyebrow seeing Mackenzie and Will both leaning into each other watching Will’s phone.

September 17, 2024

Will was pulling through the Dunkin’ donuts drive thru and thanked the barista as she handed him the drinks and food and he pulled out just as his phone started ringing.

Will glanced at the screen on his car dash screen seeing Ryan calling him and he answered the call.

“Smitty!” Ryan cheered from his and Gabe’s dorm room sitting on the couch with Gabe.

“Smitty!” Gabe piped in too.

“Hi.” Will grinned talking to his best friends.

Will started talking with the two before Ryan asked him where he was heading.

“Oh i’m picking you up Mack.” Will told them as he turned on his blinker on.

“Mack huh?” Ryan raised an eyebrow and smirked at Gabe excitedly.

Gabe just rolled his eyes at Ryan’s excitement, Ryan has been talking for so long that Ryan thinks Will has feelings for Mackenzie and they should start dating. Gabe wouldn’t disagree with Will having feelings because it is obviously Will does but Ryan is obsessed with Will and Mackenzie getting together.

“Yeah Mack?” Will spoke warily back after hearing Ryan’s tone.

“Say hi to her us.” Gabe interrupted Ryan before he could say anything else.

“Course i’ll talk to you guys later.” Will said bye to his two best friends and hung up.

Will pulled up to the front of the Thorton’s house and texted Mackenzie he was outside. Will just scrolled on his phone for a few minutes until he heard the front door opening and saw Mackenzie putting her hair up into a high ponytail as she walked down the front steps.

Mackenzie smiled as she made eye contact with Will making him smile back and watch as she walked over and opened up the passenger front door before getting into Will’s car.

“Morning.” Will smiled and handed her the ice coffee he got for her and the bag holding four bagel bites and one bag with one rainbow sprinkle donut hole.

“Morning!” Mackenzie smiled at him before looking at what he was handing her, “For me?” Mackenzie looked surprised as she slowly took the coffee and the two food bags.

“Who else.” Will teased softly watching her smile to herself, “A ridiculously sweet ice coffee, four bagel bites and one rainbow sprinkle donut hole.” Will told her watching fondly as she looked at everything.

“You remembered my order?” Mackenzie looked shocked but touched, she’s always had complicated orders and no matter where she goes rarely anyone ever gets her full order correct and her family just kinda knew her coffee order that crossed over at multiple places.

“Mack we went to Dunkin together?” Will smiled confused why she is so surprised, how could he not remember her slightly complicated order.

“Only once.” Mackenzie mumbled still looking at him surprised, “Thank you though Will really.” She gave him an appreciative smile.

“Of course.” Will smiled back and turned the car back on.

“I know you like Starbucks better but if i’m getting coffee you will drink Dunkin.” Will playfully told her with a serious expression and she just laughed making Will crack another smile.

“Deal.” Mackenzie easily agreed, she might even like Dunkin a bit more than Starbucks but she won’t tell him that yet.

Mackenzie made a happy sound as she took the first sip of her very sweet iced coffee, it was perfect.

Mackenzie started happily munching on her bagel bites and that would surprise anyone who knew Will because Will never lets anyone ever eat in his car but he didn’t even say anything to Mackenzie as he didn’t mind her eating in his car.

“Thanks for the ride Will.” Makenzie softly spoke as she ate her rainbow sprinkle donut hole.

“Anytime.” Will smiled softly glancing at her seeing how comfortable she looked in his passenger seat and glanced back at the road, “Same time tomorrow?” Will honestly just wanted as much time as he could get with Mackenzie and driving her would give them so much time together.

“Sure.” Makenzie agreed, looks like she wouldn’t have to find a ride anymore.