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dollyhao · 2 days ago

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lawyer!abby x client!reader (married to man but dude is barely mentioned, promise. fingering, tension, im not good at these lol, also don’t even know if this is good or not :/, let me know)

can you guys believe i couldn't find any buff women in suits...? maybe i wasn't looking hard enough...

when abby decided she wanted to be a lawyer, she thought she was gonna be some bad ass attorney that puts all the bad guys away. what she never expected was that she would end up dealing with messy divorces. but no complaining on her part; the pay is good and the mess is entertaining.

But when a woman with the bright smile on her face walks into her office she's intrigued, no one walks in here so happy. she stands up from behind her desk to shake your hand, "Good Afternoon, I'm Abby Anderson. It's nice to meet you."

your still smiling at her and you grab her hand, "It's nice to meet you; seems like your gonna be my saving grace." abby laughs and gestures for you to sit. "Would you like to start by telling me your situation?"

you hum and your smile slips a little, "ive been married for the last 7 years and i just wasn't happy anymore." you shrug a little. abby waits for you to continue but you don't so she hums. she can't help when her eyes trace over your features, you don't look like someone who was married for 7 years, you look so youthful and beautiful.

"no details?" abby gives you a teasing smirk as she looks at you. you giggle a little, "hmm, my ex-husband is a rich man who thought i was gonna cry and beg him to stay after i found out he cheated. but i didn't and asked for a divorce." abby hums writing some details down, "so what are you looking to get out of this?" abby puts her pen down, watching the way your lips lift into a smirk. "i want to take him for all he has."

abby smiles back at you standing and coming to stand in front of you, "i can see a blossoming relationship coming from this case," abby holds her hand out again to shake your hand. you smile and bite your lip before taking her hand and shaking it.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you and abby spend a good amount of time together settling things for a divorce settlement. you both have gotten so close, an unspoken connection has been building between the two of you; like abby's hand on the small of your back, coffee 'meetings' where you guys don't talk about the case at all, standing a little too close to each other and more unnecessary touches.

it all reached a boiling point when you and abby were sitting in her office after hours when abby pulls out some wine and glasses she keeps behind her desk, you should've left an hour ago but you and abby weren't ready to leave each other.

your sipping from you glass while you listen to abby talk about her college days. you kick your shoes off stretching your legs in-between you and abby on the couch you were lounging on. abby had her blazer off, shirt unbuttoned dangerously low and and sleeves rolled up to her elbows. she looked so good sitting there with her legs spread and her hair falling over her shoulders.

your thoughts are getting hazy when abby stops talking, since you haven't responded to anything she's said in the last 5 minutes. she looks over at you and bites her bottom lip gently. seeing the way the moon shines through her window and lights up your face, she wants you closer.

"are you alright?" she whispers scooting closer to you, picking up your legs and placing them in her lap. "mhmm," your eyes fix on the way abby's lip is still in between her teeth. "i could sit and listen to you all day," you match her tone, scooting closer to play with the ends of her hair.

"i could watch you all day." she mumbles putting her hand on the back of your neck leaning closer to you, bumping your noses together. you close the gap between the two of you, kissing her lips with all the tension that's been building for the last couple months. abby reciprocates with just as much passion; hand in your hair the other on your waist trying to get you closer. you push at her shoulders even though your lips chase hers.

you know you shouldn't do this, not now atleast. you pull away from her watching her as you catch your breath, her lips pink and swollen looking like they're ready to get back on you. "i should go..." you whisper.

abby looks into your eyes, "if that's what you want," you nod and pull your legs off her lap. she nods, "let me take you home." you nod again watching her grab her coat and keys. you stand and do the same walking out the building and to abby's car.

when she pulls in front of your house, she looks over at you waiting for you. you turn towards her, leaning over the console to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth then directly on her lips. "thank you." you tell her before getting out and walking to your front door.

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on the day your divorce was finalized and you successfully milked you husband dry of his money, you and abby were pure smiles and grins as you rode back to her office. abby said she wants to take you out to dinner tonight to celebrate and you agree, but all you can think about is thanking her for all she has done in so many different ways.

this woman who has been nothing but gentle and attentive to you since she's met you, has melted your heart in a way no one ever has. you want her in a way you never have your husband or anyone else. but you might be thinking too much into this; this might be nothing but two people who worked close together who are obviously attracted to one another.

when you entered her office, you walk over to her desk and lean against it. “i can’t believe you did it,” you say for the second time since you left your ex and his lawyer. abby comes to stand in front of you smiling, "i didn't do much, your husband and his idiot lawyer made it too easy." you stare into her eyes before your eyes flick down to her lips. "i want to thank you."

“you don’t need to do that.” she licks her lip, caging you in as she puts her hands on her desk. her breath fans over your face as you have to restrain yourself from leaning forward and kissing her.

abby turns you around pressing you against her desk, "you've been an angel throughout all this," she whispers in your ears, "i wanna thank you," she kisses the back of your neck. she pushes you down across her desk, untucking your blouse from your skirt and pushing it up to expose your bare back. you shiver at her cold hands as they run across your skin and jump when you feel her lips press a kiss to the base of your spine.

"abby, touch me please." you turn your head to look at her, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall to the ground. "what's the rush? i thought you were supposed to be thanking me," her eyes are locked on your lacy pink panties as her big hands grip your ass. "i-i am. i just want-" you whine and jump when her hand collides with your ass. "then be patient."

you nod as abby's thumb runs up and down the wet fabric covering your dripping cunt. you whine pushing back against her, she moves your panties to the side and slips two fingers into your tight walls, feeling you tighten immediately.

you moan, jaw slack, her name caught in your throat as she fucks you on her fingers. "now what do you say?" she reaches her hand to grab your hair in her grip pulling your body against hers. you brace your hands on her desk as you fuck yourself against her fingers.

"thank you! t-thank you," a long drawn out moan falls from your lips as she uses her fingers to scissor your pussy open. abby's breathing is getting heavy as she falls more and more into the intoxicating moment; the look on your face, the feeling of you wrapped around her, the sounds your making as your orgasm builds.

"i want you. i-i want to have you all to myself." abby whispers against your sweaty neck. you clench hard around abby as you moan out, "ah, yesss! yes please." you reach your hand to hold the arm thats hitting just the right spot, overstimulating you. your orgasm subsides and you lay back on her desk. "you good beautiful?" abby picks up your skirt, pulling you up and zipping your skirt back up then tucking your stained panties into her pocket. abby moves the hair out your face with a smile and you nod.

that ended up not being the last time you've fucked abby in her office, she's up and moved you in her house where she fucks you in the shower in the morning then makes breakfast for you after. and divorcing your husband continues to be the best decision you've made.

#wlw #lesbian #the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #i 🫶🏾 abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson smut

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jybyls · 2 days ago

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Haunted feelings || T.C

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Synopsis: Fear turned out to bring out hidden feelings. (Thanks @darkpoetdreamer for the idea)

Warnings: Fluff, strangers to friends (?) to friends to lovers, haunted house, bad writing, not proofread, I think that's all.

Words: 2.3k

- 📜🎧🍂 -

Sam, Chad, Tara, and you were sitting in the living room, bored to death. You had no ideas of what you could possibly do, so you were all just minding your business on your side. Well, I'm not really minding your own business. You kept glancing up at Tara every now and then.

You wanted to talk to her but you didn't know what about, it's not like you guys weren't friends, actually you guys were basically best friends but lately it's been oddly hard to act normal around her and you couldn't figure out why. Yes, you did not use your brain on that one.

"Guys !! I have plans !" Mindy exclaimed as she ran into the living room, almost slipping down. Y'all looked at her excited frame, wondering what she had in mind, "What, Mindy ? Wanna do a horror movie marathon ?" Chad mocked his twin sister, which only led to her giving him a dirty look. You slightly giggled at the scene in front, looking at Mindy to hear her answer.

"Don't say this. I might consider it." She said and that ended up with all of you screaming 'no' because you're sick and tired of watching the same horror movies Mindy propose, "No, please, let's not consider that as an option of a plan. What was your main idea ?" Tara spoke up, but your brain didn't listen.

It just went, 'blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name, background stuff..' Safe to say you're a simp. It didn't go unnoticed by Sam. Her older sister sense has been tingling toward you for a moment now.

She definitely knows something is up with her sister and you. She kept her suspicion to herself, tho.

"Will you all shut up and listen to me ? My plan is to visit a haunted house. Y'all are down, or are you too afraid to follow me ?" Mindy exclaimed with a teasing tone, taunting you to follow her in her amazing idea.

"If we don't agree to come with you, you won't go. You're too afraid to go by yourself, that's why you're asking us." Sam, more than calmly, explained her point, which was true, but the shorter twin would never admit it. "That's not the point ! Are you coming or what ?" She shouted, distracting you from Sam's words. You all laughed at her.

"You know what ? Fuck it." Tara said, "Where's that haunted house of yours, anyway ?" The younger Carpenter mocked her friend, not really believing that place existed. "It's down town." Mindy grimaced and Tara reciprocated it, "Very mature of you, girls." You sarcastically said before standing up to get your jacket. They watched you with a dumbfounded look on their face.

"Well ? We're going or not ?" You asked. The twin immediately smiled and screamed, "YES ! Let's go, bitches." And with that everyone is outside, walking to that haunted house. Chad and Mindy were in the front, arguing, Sam was right behind them, not even listening to their faded words, while Tara and you were awkwardly walking next to each other.

You quickly became friends when she moved to New York. You were going to the same college and had the same classes most of the time. You didn't know Tara's story, you didn't know what she experienced, well, at the beginning of your school year you didn't even know who was this Carpenter girl and why was everyone whispering stuff about her and her apparently psychotic sister.

You didn't really care, tho, you thought it wasn't your problem until one morning in your English class your teacher assigned the class for a group project and you got teamed up with Tara. Everyone's eyes were on both of you, but again, you didn't care. You didn't know her, how could you judge her ?

By the end of this class, you came to the conclusion that you liked her. She wasn't mean, like students said. She was actually sweet. She did come up strong at first, but how could you blame her when the whole world wouldn't listen to her until she had nothing left to say ? Well, you couldn't.

You couldn't blame her for anything. And you felt like that when you just met her, so it's safe to say that now that you're down baf for her, it made it impossible to blame her.

Even with her trauma and her sister's advices for some reasons she trusted you. She quickly opened up to you and talked about what happened to her in Wosboro. She talked about Ambet, her sister, her parents, everything. You know everything about her, and you took care of that information. Obviously, you trusted her equally.

You told her everything she needed and wanted to know about you. And ever since you never left each other's side. Eventually, Sam learned to appreciate you, and so did the twins. Oddly enough, everyone agreed with Tara when she suggested that she should be part of the group.

It's been three mot hs now that you're part of the group, and they can all easily say that they like you a lot. You're trusted, and your company is always more than welcome.

You've currently all arrived at the so-called haunted house, holding you phones up with the flash lights on because of the darkness inside. Tara and you stayed close to each other, Sam was behind the two of you while Chad and Mindy were walking to the front, but they quickly backed up with a jump once they heard a noise.

"Did you hear that ?!" Minday whispered-yelled to all of you with a hint of dramatist, "Yes, I fucking did ! What was that ?" Her brother answered with the same tone. "It's the floor." The short brunette rolled her eyes at their dramatist, "It's cracking." You continued, slightly laughing at their reactions.

They huffed, "Yeah. No, yeah, we knew. We were trying to scare you guys." The boy answered with fake confidence, trying to stand taller. "Sure." Sam tried to hold back her mocking smile. You and Tara weren't has strong tho, not only were you mockingly smiling but also directly laughing at them, shamelessly making fun of their sudden fear.

The twins rolled their eyes, huffing again but eventually gave up. They knew they couldn't win with Tara as an enemy. The brunette might be small, but God knows she can and will bite back. With no mercy whatsoever.

You all walked, trying to call in any spirit, but obviously, nothing happened. The scariest thing you saw was a drawing of penis probably made by some teenage boys who found this place before you. The twins kept getting scared by random noises, and they also kept claiming not to be, which was quite ridiculous but strangely funny. It gives Sam something else she can mock them about, and that's enough to make this woman content.

Midnight suddenly hit your watch. You wanted to go home. However, you didn't want to ruin everyone's fun, so you stayed quiet. You lazily follow your friends around. Your mind was far away, thinking about a thousand different things but mostly one thing. Actually, one person. Your best friend, Tara Carpenter. This girl has been haunting all your thoughts.

At first you believed it was nothing, 'It's just because she's my new best friend. That's why I'm always thinking about her.' You told yourself, trying to get some sort of reassurance even tho you knew you were lying to yourself.

Because you knew damn well you're not supposed to think about what your best friend's lips taste like, neither are you supposed to think about her hands on your body and yours on hers. But since you didn't want to ruin your friendship with her, you closed your mouth.

Whenever you felt like telling her she looked pretty, you didn't. Or you'd just say something like, 'cool outfit' or 'cute haircut', when in reality you wish you could tell her how stunning she looks, how you can barely brung yourself to believe that she's real because of her beauty. You wanted to ramble about how much you loved her freckles, how you wanted to kiss every single one of them.

But you couldn't. That was the best you could do. Small, furtive compliments. You were to fucking scared to say too much and risking making her uncomfortable. Or worst disgusted by you. That'd be the end of your world. And your world resolve around her so it's easy to say that if she rejects you in any way you'd be a heartbroken mess.

Little did you know that the girl you were crazy about was head over heals for you. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, she barely even admitted to herself to began with but damn was she down bad for you.

She didn't want to say anything by fear of ruining your friendship. You were so dear to her she would never forgive herself for losing you. So instead of trying any kind of move on you she decided to stay quiet and cherish every second she gets to spend with you.

"Can we head back home or do you still want to walk around like idiots ?" Sam spoke up, clearly tired of this little adventure. You immediately nodded, "Yes, let's go home. I'm getting tired of this." Tara followed you, "Yeah, we're going home." Mindy whined however she agreed.

"Alright, alright. Let's go home. This place's a dump anyway." Chad led the way out of the building, Mindy on the other was terribly disappointed. She wanted to see a ghost or any spirit so badly but nothing happened. Sad for her, but good for all of you because it meant you could head home with a quiet Mindy.

The walk back home was full of teasing against the upset girl who kept huffing and rolling her eyes. You and Tara didn't participate much to the teasing since you shared earplugs with your shared playlist blasting in your ears. To make sure the earplugs wouldn't fall you stayed close to each other, your fingers brushing against one another. Your heartbeat went faster as you hardly blushed, thanks to the darkness it wasn't visible to anyone.

You hesitated for a moment before taking all your courage and interviewing your pinky with hers. You were about to pull away but she was faster to react, squeezing your pinky with hers. You looked down at your hand, a shy smile appeared on your face. You bit your inside cheek, trying to suppress your smile as you looked in front of you.

Beside you Tara was shamelessly smiling, evidently happy about what just happened. Neither of you spoke a word, the simple yet loving gesture meant more than anything.

The older Carpenter had a suspicious look on her face when she saw you and her sister hurrying upstairs the second everyone got home. She trusted you enough not to worry about anything, but her older sister instinct was hitting like crazy. She knew something was going to happen in this room. And she wasn't wrong.

You closed the door behind you as Tara connected her phone to her speaker, soft music was playing in her room. You sat on the chair of her desk while she sat on her bed. For a short time neither of you spoke, enjoying the calm music until Tara broke the slight awkwardness of this moment. "I think we need to talk." Her tone was eripus which cause you to panicked, "What-? What about ?" You faintly stuttered, your eyes widened a little bit. "About what happened earlier." She knew she was making you panick and this brat was savouring it.

You were overthinking like crazy, 'Did she just held my pinky by politeness ?', 'Did I make her uncomfortable ?', 'Oh my god. Did I just loose my best friend ?' Were one of the few questions that went through your brain when she mentioned what happened some minutes ago.

You shakingly breathed out, "What about it ?" You anxiously fidgeted with your rings, waiting for her answer but your mouth had other plans. "Did you not like it ? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I really didn't mean to. It's the last I ever want to do. I love you too much for that."

Fuck.

Maybe you should learn to think before speaking in anxious situations. You both froze at your final words. You tried to speak again but nothing came out of your mouth. Oh, you definitely screwed it.

"You love me ? Like love me, love me ?" Tara asked but again you couldn't find any words to answer so you just nodded. She was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to react. She dreamt of this moment but never expected it to actually occur.

A long silence came between you, even the music couldn't make the situation less awkward. You were so incredibly ashame. You felt like you were burning. You finally found some words, "I should go. I'm sorry." You stood up however it wasn't in Tara's plan to let you go anytime soon. "No, no. Sit back down." Her tone was enough to make you melt. You listened without thinking twice, sitting back down on your chair.

The brunette shook her head and tapped the empty place next to her on her bed, quietly telling to sit next to her. You understood her command and moved to sit next to her.

As soon as you were next to her, her hand found yours. "You didn't make it uncomfortable. Yes, I liked it. And I love you too." She gently whispered, her soft smiled grew on her face, "Like love me, love me ?" You murmured, you barely had the strength to find your voice. The whole thing was unbelievable.

Tara chuckled then nodded, "Like, love you, love you." She nudged your shoulder which caused you to follow her chuckle. "How long have you liked me for ?" You quietly asked, "For too long. So what do you say we stop waiting, hm ?" She smirked as she looked at you. You instantly nodded, "Yeah, that sounds great." You smiled, squeezing her hand.

Waiting this long was worth it, you're finally with the one you love.

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A/n: Rushed end because I'm tired. This was supposed to be a Halloween fic- my bad lol. Have a good day/night. I hope you forgive me for how bad this is. Love y'all <3

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1-800-adore-me · 12 hours ago

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Aftercare with Caleb 🍎

🍎 tag: very much implied NSFW activities happening beforehand! but other than that, this is fluff!

The first thing he does is pick you up with those strong, dependable arms of his and set you down in the bathtub. It didn’t matter how tired he was afterwards, the only thing he knew was that you were his priority above all else. He would run the water for you, making sure that it was the right temperature by moving his hand around, and enjoy the soft noises of the water filling up the tub. Sometimes, he would hum a small tune as you both waited. Other times if he was too exhausted, he would simply stay quiet with a faint smile on his face, occasionally glancing at you to see if you were okay. - “Don’t tell me that you’re goin’ to fall asleep in the tub already, pipsqueak.”

You were grateful that due to Caleb being the Colonel, his home was allowed privileges such as spacious bathrooms and a huge bathtub that could fit the both of you - even with his large frame. The warm water soothed your mind as you laid on top of him, your back relaxing on his chest as his chin rests on your head. It was quiet as you were both exhausted yet tried to maintain as much skinship as you could. Your hands were intertwined with each other as you enjoyed the quiet space that the bathroom could provide, as if it was only the two of you in this tiny world.

“Let’s finally get you washed up, sweetheart.” He’d whisper as he gently pushed you off of him so you could sit up. You pouted but complied, soon feeling warm water drench your person and hearing him open the shampoo bottle. The smell of your favorite shampoo filled the space between the two of you as he moved closer and began working on your hair. Whenever you tried to wash his hair, he would fight with you and shake his head, talking about how he wanted to focus on cleaning you up thoroughly and he could wash himself afterwards.

When he washed your body with those gentle, large hands of his, he made sure to clean you up as much as he could. The sight of the aftermath - the hickies, bitemarks, and bruises on your body - filled him with joy as he ever so gently went over them with the soap. Seeing his claim on you made his heart flutter and he can’t help but nuzzle against your cheek with that big smile of his. - “You’re so beautiful, honey. You were so good for me.”

After bathing, he decided to make dinner for the both of you. He insisted on making dinner this time considering it was his fault that it wasn’t made today. However since the both of you were exhausted, he decided to do a quick and easy dinner - a simple steak dinner with a small salad on the side. The two of you sat besides each other - legs touching - and quietly enjoyed the dinner as you two occasionally talked. You brought up when he first began cooking steak, he burnt and overcooked it the first few times he made it. He would do it so much that Gran warned him that the next time he was going to make steak, he should give a warning beforehand. He chucked and poked your cheek. -”Yet who still wanted to eat them after I burnt them, huh? You were practically cryin’ when I threw one away in the trash.” You tried to say that it was because you felt bad that no one would eat the steaks that young Caleb tried to make for the family but really, you just wanted to make him happy after seeing how defeated he’d look.

After dinner, he took the plates away and set them away into the sink. You playfully leaned against your chair as you looked at him with a grin, saying how your legs don’t work anymore and how you needed a big, strong man to carry you to bed. He’d shake his head and chuckle as he effortlessly picked you up again, heading to the bedroom. - “What would you do without me, hm? Maybe I should’ve left you there so you could crawl back into bed with me. Maybe your legs would work then.” You rolled your eyes and tried to kick him with a leg.

After setting you down in bed, he snuggled you as he talked about his day. His soft, quiet voice lulled you into a gentle sleep as you felt his lips kiss your forehead. His hand stroked your hair as he soothed you to sleep, though you could still feel his gaze on you despite your heavy eyelids already being closed. Before you drifted to sleep, you heard him whisper - “Sweet dreams, my love. I’m sorry that I was so rough with you today… but you looked like you enjoyed it so much. Be honest with me next time, hm?”

#caleb x mc #caleb x reader #caleb x you #lads caleb #love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #caleb x y/n #l&ds caleb

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httpsminsgirl · 3 days ago

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๋࣭ ⭑⚝ bonedo and their campus crush ⚝๋࣭ ⭑

contains: fluff, bonedo being down bad, non-idol! bonedo, OT6, campus crush bonedo ! (members are not referred as ''his members'' but ''his friends'') gn! reader (i'm pretty sure) a/n: I have dyslexia so sorry if there are missing punctuations or grammar mistakes, also english isn't my first language!! hope you like it! ^^ requests, feedback and opinions are always appreciated ! <3 warning: none

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Jaehyun: (wc: 258)

you'd only have one class with Jaehyun, but he was friends with your friends, so sometimes you'd have lunch together or walk around together, somehow he always had a cute natural blush on his face.

He'd take every and any chance to stare at you, and everytime you'd notice and stare back he'd just avoid all eye contact and hide his face, sometimes his face just would fall straight onto the table and his arms would cover him as he acted tired

all your friends would say he's always really talkative and confident, but with you he was barely able to form sentences that made sense or barely able to talk without stuttering at times, just causing you to call him cute and making him blush more

his friends would love teasing him nonstop, making fun of him every chance they got, specially when you walked in front of them and waved your hand at Jaehyun making him get all flustered but also as excited as a puppy with a ball. As much as they loved teasing his friend, they'd encourage him to ask you out.

You'd end up catching on his little (BIG) crush on you as he was painfully obvious, so you would just make your mind up about asking him out, but that same day he'd come to you with a flower he picked up, face as red as a tomato and unable to look into your eyes as the words ''do you... want to.. maybe go.. hm- on a date with me?'' left his mouth slowly but surely.

Sungho: (wc: 250)

Sungho thought he wasn't obvious at all but his gaze would be following you everywhere you went, even if you were just sitting down doing nothing his gaze was fixed on you and that's when Myungjae had to intervene hitting his elbow ''stop staring so much, weirdo'' his friend said making him get out of his trance ''oh? oh'' he muttered to then focus on class

after that Jaehyun would tell the whole group about it and they'd start to make fun of him but he wasn't paying attention, you just entered the lunch room and that made him get lost in you once again.

The guys would have to help Sungho on this one, he wasn't one to be shy, but he was just mentally blocked this time. The guys would accidentally push his friend towards you causing you both to crash onto each other as Sungho apologized nonstop and you just gave him a reassuring smile to then leave hearing how he cursed his friends afterwards

next day he'd wait for you at lunch just to apologize once again, and maybe even take a chance? as soon as he saw you he walked to you, blushing and scratching his neck as he apologized, after that was done there was silence for some seconds, until he build up enough courage ''I- I think you're really.. p-pretty'' he said a bit unsure and flustered ''would you like to have lunch with me?'' he asked now as you smiled and nodded, hearing what you supposed, were his friends cheering in the background

Riwoo: (wc: 259)

Riwoo was really quiet about it, no one knew about his crush on you. He kept it completely buried, or so he thought until he had to do a project with you and he didn't know how to even articulate a single word causing him to blush embarrassed and for you to look at him worried.

Next meeting Riwoo would be more prepared, but he'd still be quiet, he wouldn't talk much, but he'd steal glances at you and maybe even slowly start a conversation as he warmed up to you and tried to break out of his introvert shell

He'd usually bring snacks, coffee or sweets to have as you worked on your project, and he'd always bring you the best, your favorite things, if you weren't onto sweets like him, he'd make sandwhiches just for you, excited to see you try it and get opinions on it, he'd be really attentive and warm to you. a lot of heart fluttering moments just catching him stare at you and smile or listen to you and agreeing to whatever you say.

As the project was done and you wouldn't have an excuse to see each other anymore, he'd have to prepare himself and tell his friends about it, just to get them to encourage him and prepare him for the big moment. he'd just give you a cup of your favorite drink next day before class and a little note that said ''meet up at 7pm? I'll pick you up... if you want to'' making you chuckle and nod

Taesan: (wc: 265)

Taesan was one to look at you at all times, or most of the time trying to play it off, only thing was that his facial expression was so neutral and unreadable you didn't know if he looked at you cause you had something on your face or just because

He'd never get close to you but he'd look at you from the distance, just secretly admiring you, his friends knew about it and even though they wanted to tease him they knew better than to mess with him about his feelings, something he was quite sensitive about.

As he'd keep an eye on you he'd learn your habits imitating them at times, he'd know what you liked and what you didn't, when you didn't do your homework or if you were awake the whole night.

He'd veeery painfully slowly get close to you, offering you some candy, water, or snacks he had in his bag if he felt you were hungry, even letting you copy his homework if he saw you didn't do it

You slowly got more used to him, his coldness, the distance he'd always keep and how he wasn't someone that talked a lot, but it was fine. you started talking with him at class, just making up for everything he missed, whether it was talking, warmth, initiative, you took it all, and started getting closer but he never really seemed to be interest or attracted to you, until one day he asked if he could walk you home and in the way he held your hand for the first time.

Leehan: (wc: 270)

Leehan and you shared classes together, but not like it mattered, you never talked anyways. he caught your eye, and you had a crush on him, but just something you used to have the will to go to class. until one day you found out you both have some friends in common

at first he was quiet, he never really talked to you or looked at you so you'd think he disliked you or just found you annoying, until your friends started teasing you ''he always looks at you when you're not looking'' they said and that made you feel just a little bit crazy

as the group got closer and closer you slowly started talking too, your friends mostly led the conversation but the only answers he'd pay attention to were yours. One afternoon at the hangout you weren't feeling really well, but no one noticed, or so you thought, until he asked you if you were okay.

You took a walk together as you got some fresh air and he got you a sugary drink to help you feel better, as you did, you both were walking back to where your friends were, but you didn't want to go with them, and Leehan didn't either. ''what if we hang out together? let's do something more relaxing... just- you know... so that you don't overwork yourself?'' he said and you smiled nodding, after that night you'd always sit together in class and talk, have lunch together and he would always make you feel almost crazy as he stared at you attentively with his beautiful brown eyes and a soft smile.

Woonhak: (wc: 181)

Woonhak was also one to be painfully obvious, but also painfully cocky. You would see him sometimes in the hallways, lunch room, or with your group of friends, he was always looking at you with a smile, waving at you like an excited puppy that just met eyes with his owner after a long day of not seeing them

he'd get closer and closer, ask you about your classes and without even asking you if you wanted to or not, he'd walk you to your class and wait for you after if he could. His friends would tease him non-stop, maybe even say he seemed like an stalker or a bit too over the top, so one afternoon he asked you if you thought he was annoying. You hated to admit it, but his cockiness, warmth and attentiveness got to you, you loved the attention he gave you and how smiley he was always specially when looking at you

after a lot of teasing and dares he ended up asking you to date him with a bouquet of flowers one day as you were walking back to your dorms together

๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑ ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑ ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑ ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑ ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑

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ultimate-marysue · 3 days ago

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How I feel my Batfam ships may or may not have children (please don't take me seriously I just need wholesomeness):

Dickkory: multiple bio kids, I'm pretty sure this is canon in some future/alternative universes. I think DC should set Kori free on a PTA meeting with no one explain to her the absurd social rules Karens set. The shitty mothers would hate her because she's over here, playing dumb on purpose until they're forced to admit they're just being annoying/egocentric and not actually asking to better their kid's education. Also, career day would be crazy considering Dick changes jobs every few months to get involved into whatever business he's investigating. Like, one year he's a cop, next he's a super model, next he's a college professor somehow. Kori thinks it's really funny so she insists on Dick being the one to go.

Dickbabs: they either don't have kids (just adopt a bunch of rescues) or maybe have one adoptive kid. Other than Cass who is Babs daughter I don't care what anyone thinks. Just Dick, Barbara and Barbara's daughter who is also Dick's sister. Also, Babs got lucky with Cass being homeschooled, the second she has to deal with the school system she's on the phone with the president blackmailing him to fix it. Easy to say, Dick deals with school exclusively from them on.

BabsDinah: they're the lesbian aunts (that end up doing a lot of the parenting because they can't help themselves). Like, neither of them would really want to have kids of their own, but the second a young vigilante with a shit ton of issues gets dropped in their doorstep it's on. Like, officially they'd be mentors, but they all see each other as family.

Stephcass: Cass is a ticking bomb, she's going to find an ex-murderer kid in need of guidance and just bring them home. Steph is not thrilled at first because they're so young still until she realizes "oh wait no, we're like, adult adults now" and then she has a crisis (unrelated to the child). Also Steph would love love to prove she's better than her father (but would be terrified of messing up). At first they're really chill but soon enough they turn it into a competition with the other Bats. Not a competition between their kids, mind you ("no Cass, that's bad parenting") but a competition of who's the best parent. Jason is terrified of them, but the rest are absolutely down.

Jayroy: asides from our beautiful wonderful and just overall fantastic Lian Harper, I think they might end up adopting some kids. What can I say? I think Jason should have Bruce's adoption gene, but specially for kids in dangerous/hard situations. I'm talking the older kids that never get adopted or younger kids with some sort of disability that need extra accomodations. I think Jason would try very hard to avoid them being vigilantes at least until they're 18. Roy is more chill with vigilantism because well, Lian turned out fine, but he respects Jason's opinion. Most important, no child of his is going to be a Robin to Bruce fucking Wayne. Also, everyone in the PTA would love them, they'd be super involved and Jason would make sure to bribe the appropriate people with muffins.

TimKon: test tube baby, not on purpose though. Like, I don't see Tim as someone actively wanting kids (especially not biological ones) and Kon wouldn't want his kid having to face the problems he did. But like, if Cadmus pulls some weird shit and there's a super baby for the taking, they would both want to make sure they give him the most loving upbringing possible. Another option is Tim accidentally creating their baby while trying to clone Kon while he was dead. That one's plausible and has a lot of angst hurt/comfort potential. Also, Teen Dad Tim after being extremely parentified during his early teens taking care of Bruce (while grieving everyone!) is evil , but a compelling kind of evil. Like a trainwreck you can't look away from.

TimBer: dual income no kids kinda queers. They're over here taking their various nephews to Olive Garden and Disneyland only to drop them off and go live their lovely stress free lives. They may adopt a kid, but that would be only when they really settled down. Let Tim enjoy his 20s (if he ever gets there) my boy has been through enough.

Dukeizzy: again, maybe it's because Duke's still pretty young so he hasn't showed much interest or inclination toward parenting, but I don't have a lot of info to go with. Personally either Dual income "take the kids to do airsoft" kinda uncle/aunt, I can see both of them being really good at giving advice to younger vigilantes (the whole situation of We Are Robin gives you a lot of insight in the power of child vigilantes separated from any mentors, so they're in a particular good spot to mediate between the kids and adults). In the case of them having kids, I think they should inherit Dukes autism (I love that headcanon) and both he and Izzy would be those parents making damn sure their kids get the accommodations they need specially at school. If their kids choose to become vigilantes you bet they're gonna be unionized.

Also, I don't have any particular ship for Damian but you bet that if that boy ever becomes a parent they'd be the softest, sweetest father in the world.

#dickkory #dickbabs #stephcass #dinahbabs #jayroy #timkon #timbern #timber #dukeizzy

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cry4mina · 2 days ago

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Limerence

Momo x fem!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Angst

Summary: What starts as an arrangement turns into something completely different but only for you.

TW: talks of sex, unrequited love, trauma responses, big sad, mentions of alcohol etc

A/N: To those who end up reading this, tell them. Life’s too short to keep things in. Just say what you feel, even if it doesn’t end up being the way you want it to be. Just tell them. It could save you a lot of heart ache.

Take in the red petals.

The softness of them, how brightly they reflect the warm light of the sun. Delicate in nature, suede silky perfectly crafted petals - fragile in how they crumple and fall to the floor at a moments notice.

How symbolic they are, the blooms of love that bring the smooth and gentle caress of care into whatever space they exist in. The stems full of sharp barbs that could draw blood at moments notice.

Momo was that to you.

Always so safe and tender. Something that you could only dreamed of. Something so sweet- you felt the flowers bloom from the cold, dark depths of your brain into a beautiful garden.

A hallowed out chest bursting with greenery, consuming the cracks in your ribs, solidifying the instability of your bruised and battered heart.

She watered them religiously, slowly altering your brain to forget those who came before her. The ones the left the turmoil and deep jagged scars that still split open from time to time.

What she didn’t know, is how quickly she could burn it all down.

Momo always made sure you were okay, caring for you in moments of panic, becoming a rock for you to lean on when you needed some form of support. Though she didn’t know all the ways she healed you from the malice you had endured, she kept watering the roses she planted within you.

A sun in the darkness, the light at the end of the tunnel that she never agreed to be…it just kind of…happened.

It’s been 9 months of this, of course you grew an attachment.

Attachment was never the plan.

All those before her considered you something to use and throw away. Whether it be for emotional stability, sex, money- it didn’t mater. Trying to shove you in a box when you spoke up about how you were feeling, placing you and your emotions in a box they didn’t belong in.

They took what they could and left after being committed to misunderstanding you. Manipulating you into a fear laced shell of a human before leaving you to figure things out on your own.

It was supposed to be a mutual exchange of friendship and sex with Momo, nothing else.

It developed into something that felt like a relationship with sex in between and being only just the start of something you thought could flourish.

Existing like this together - constantly texting while you were both busy, making time for each other in every way you could.

Watching movies on the couch, curled up with each other - allegedly platonically, you found yourself giggling and comparing hand sizes, talking about when how you had a bad day you’d come home and make dinner with each other.

Staying up late and talking even with time zone differences while she was on tour… you thought that no matter how busy she was and no matter where she traveled, no mater they time spent apart, you could make it work.

Even if it wasn’t a relationship, to you it felt like it was. All the comforting, the constant communication and the sex.

Passionate, aggressive, making each other jealous just because you knew how much you both wanted each other. All to cause that ache and burn in either’s chest, sparking the need to remind the other who was the one that was supposed to be at the forefront of the others mind.

A little game of cat and mouse, a game of who could break first.

It was always you.

The teasing, the edging…everything. You had never had such a dynamic before, feeling so free to express yourself in ways you couldn’t imagine.

Bodies pressed together in the most intimate way possible. The trust being emphasized throughout the viciously delicious acts truly solidified the emotions held in your heart.

Possessive in nature, every single time you ended up in the sheets together you felt like hers. Willing to do whatever she needed or wanted, you were wrapped around her finger- in more ways than one.

The flashbacks that exist in your memory - the ones that constantly repeat over and over again. The kind that immediately makes you crave her, but the comfort and trust continued to ease you even in the most intense of situations of this genre and others a like.

It made communicating most things easy. Knowing you could say what you felt and not be judged, graciously navigating through many conversations that could have been seen as difficult for most…but not for you and Momo.

There were things you left unsaid…but most things you weren’t afraid to express.

It went on for a long time, allowing you both to explore things you never thought you would be able to.

It was easy to trust her with how gentle she was, the kind caring human you had grown to truly care for…you never questioned if she would leave you or not, unlike some of the others you had this type of connection with.

Until she got distant.

Practically vanishing for 2 weeks, she replied to your texts maybe once a day - you knew she was traveling and assumed she was just busy with her schedule - trying not to overthink things and create scenarios in your mind, you wanted to believe that the open communication you had always had would be reciprocated like it usually was.

Momo never gave you a reason to think that she would leave without saying anything.

Until the day came that you didn’t hear from her at all.

Your first day without contact since you’d met.

It sparked worry a in you that you didn’t know how to vocalize.

The lack of texting was already unlike her…but nothing?

That was unheard of.

Not wanting to seem clingy, you just distracted yourself- trying to give her the space she was silently asking for and assuming you’d hear from her again soon…after you spiraled about it like you always did.

The same pattern.

Over and over and over again.

Did you say something rude? Did you offend her in some way? Did you say something that might have hurt her feelings?

Nothing seemed to make the puzzle pieces fit. She told you she’d check in, send pictures, tell you about what she was up to, what museums she went to. She would always sneak pictures of the art she thought you’d like to you…none of that was happening.

You hoped to hear from her soon.

And you did… a few texts and then silence.

A short phone call here and there and back to silence.

But now she was home…and usually after traveling or not talking a lot, she would be excited to fill you in on her adventures or ask you about your work day, ask to come over and see you…or ask for something a little more intimate.

Overthinking things for weeks, you never let her know how much it bothered you that things were off.

Just living in a state of anxiety, wondering what could have happened between you to create what felt like a void.

After a few more weeks of distant behavior- never went back to what normal was for the two of you.

“Hey, can we talk?” Crackling through the speaker of your phone while you were folding laundry.

“Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?” Folding another shirt and sitting down on your bed with your phone in your hand, toying with your hair anxiously as she takes a deep breath.

“I think that we should stop the friends with benefits thing.” The hesitation in her voice only makes the words harder to comprehend.

“Oh…Uhm…okay.” Breath hitching as your tears well up in your eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Confusion in Momo’s voice, you could practically see the look on your face even though she wasn’t in front of you.

“Can I ask why?” A silent deep breath, grasping at the shards of what just broke you- trying to hold your pieces together.

“I just don’t think this is working for me anymore.” A beat of silence, you hear her take a breath.

She knew you’d need to hear that.

“You’re wonderful…”

Emotional whiplash taking you on the ride of a life time. The rush of adrenaline and grief was confusing and panic inducing.

What do you mean it’s over? All the intimacy, all the deep heavy talks, all the bonding and movie dates…gone in an instant.

“I just want to be friends. Is that okay?”

“Yeah��yeah, of course that’s okay…” timidly through the tears dripping down your face, trailing down before dropping off your chin and hitting your thigh rhythmically as your eyes start to lose focus.

Tears or dissociation?

Good question.

“Okay, great! I don’t want to lose you as a friend…I do hope that’s okay.” Seemingly happy at your reaction to her calling things off.

“Okay…” What more could you say?

“Are you okay…?” Curiosity peaking in her voice, already knowing that something was up.

“Uhm…I just didn’t think that this is what would be happening right now…Why did it take you so long to tell me that we were done with this? It’s been a month and I’ve barely heard from you…” whisper through the clenching of your throat - and attempt to limit the emotions you were about to share.

This is too much. You’re always too much. Just let her go, y/n.

“What do you mean?” Momo now has a sharpness in her tone, a lack of understanding for what she was to you…or maybe she knew and didn’t care.

“We are very close…It’s fine that you want to end this…but I wish you would’ve told me…I just…felt safe with you…I thought maybe we could try to be togeth-“

“We talked about this in the beginning though…We were supposed to be strictly just sex and friendship.” Frustration and sorrow linger in her voice at what you were saying back to her.

“Yeah, I know…” Jaw tightening, still trying to hold back the sobs that were trying to burst past the grip of your teeth.

“Wait…we are just friends who help each other out, right?” Snapping at you this time, like she just put 2 and 2 together.

“Right? Y/n?”

Shit. You’ve set her up to be in this position unknowingly.

A huge knot slips down your throat and weighs your stomach down in a wave of pure nausea. Anxiety prickling through, every cell you have freezes over in the cold hell of a situation you not only find yourself in, but what you’ve place her in.

Discomfort.

Mind racing at what to say, the loudest whisper is what you chose to listen to.

“…yeah. I mean it started that way…but I might’ve kind of liked you like that…a little bit” dancing around the truth.

Liar, liar, liar.

You love her.

Would Momo leave if she knew?

“I…didn’t realize…” the surprise in her tone really caught you off guard, you always thought that a part of her felt the same way.

Even if it was just a small part.

Slipping into a dissociative state, you have a hard time focusing on anything but Momo’s voice snaps you back whenever she speaks.

“…how long have you felt this way?” Frustration brimming in Momo’s throat, you already know what’s going to happen next.

You have a choice to make.

Tell her the truth.

Or.

Lie.

“Not very long…” Maybe you can preserve her place in your life, even if she shows up differently.

A tightness in your chest fighting to keep the garden she grew alive.

It was dwindling with every second, with every lie you told…

The sun and warmth that she used to radiate, now turned to ice. Feeling the glacial wall stockpile the snow against itself - solidifying the fortress around her in razor sharp shards of complete and total emotional shut down.

“…I wanted to tell you…I just didn’t know how. I was scared I’d lose you…I don’t want to lose you., please Momo…” Hearing yourself say that was something that caused your brain to click on what was actually happening…

No…Please not like this…

“I…think I need space.” It wasn’t more than a whisper, but it splattered through you like shrapnel - eviscerating every cell that ever touched her, every moment you ever had with her.

The rose bud detaching from the stem and falling to the floor, you’re gripping the stem too hard to realize all the blood dripping from your hand.

A pain of your own doing.

The sun imploding and burning every planet in its wake in a ball of fury- drip drip dripping with absolute devastation and what felt like betrayal.

Hypocritical actions living in your chest. You are upset she didn’t tell you but you didn’t say anything to her.

The garden she unknowingly tended to in your chest bursting into flames, scorching all the plant matter into ash and dust that no amount of rain could ever wash away or repair.

“I understand…” composure dropping, unsure of if she knows that the “a little” was actually “love”.

“I’ll…get back to you. I just need some time to think. I’m sorry.”

The beeping of the phone hanging up was like a fire alarm, echoing through every chamber of your heart and bouncing off your skull. Tears descending like waterfalls, cascading down to try and rewater the garden - panicking and trying to bring life to the roots but it was too late.

Nothing but ash lay in your wake.

Ears ringing with “I just need space” as you sit in your room. The only actually sound was your heart beating in your ears and the trembling that was reverberating through your body and catching your breath on its way out.

—

A week went by with no contact.

That didn’t stop you from checking your messages every 15 minutes.

Turning your notifications off so maybe you could forget about it for a moment, but you found yourself frantically checking over and over again with nothing from her.

Her silence was so loud.

The lack of her in any way was so noticeable.

You really wanted to just call her and talk it through but you were so worried about what she might say considering you hadn’t exactly been truthful.

So scared she would just…leave. All the trauma she had previously covered with roses and warm sunlight now resurrecting like black magic. Demons crawling from the darkest corners of your mind to repeat their chants in tongues that brought a familiar rhythm and negative nostalgia back with them.

Fighting the cob webs as they shriek “YOU’RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!” So loudly that you swear others could hear them cry.

“She never loved you.”

“How could she love someone so broken like you?”

“She just used you…that’s all it ever was.”

Trying to drown them out was impossible for you. All of the thoughts reverberating in her voice - snapping open the once healed cracks with an all too familiar smack to the chest. Open wounds dripping in the rotting sludge that was once pure love, seeping down and causing a numbness you wished would have been something else.

Everyone around you noticed the shift.

Everyone.

All of them asking if you’re alright, you just grin and lie again. No one needed to know what happened. You didn’t want their opinion or for their views to change of Momo.

There was some anger on your end, frustration at the lack of communication about this situation. It was something that had never been an issue before so why would this suddenly be something that couldn’t be worked through?

Both having talked each other down from panic attacks, out of spirals, through trauma in the moment…why would this suddenly be different? What made her feel like she couldn’t…say something?

Why did you feel like you couldn’t say something?

It’s…complicated.

So many different facets of care. Friendship, situationship, and relationship all interweaving and creating a heavy quilt that held the warmth in…you thought that all the loose ends were tied until she pulled the string and all the piece unraveled.

After not hearing from her for the longest you had ever heard from her, you feel like you can’t hold onto it anymore. The guilt of not telling her the truth out weighed the fear of her leaving…it’s as if she already left anyway…might as well get it off your chest.

You: I lied to you. I’m sorry. It was more than just a little. It was the entire time. That’s why it hurt me so much that you wanted to call it off because I really really care about you.

You: I don’t want to lose you…I’m sorry I didn't tell you. I really am.

Noting but silence followed for the rest of the day.

—

When you opened your eyes the next morning, you could feel the swelling of the tears that shed the night before. Exhausted from the fear, you try to go back to sleep but the spiraling thoughts of her keep you awake.

God, you miss her voice.

After laying there for a few minutes, you come to accept that you aren’t going to fall back asleep. Picking up your phone to mindlessly scroll, you see a message notification and open it immediately.

It’s her.

Momo.

Momo: I’m sorry…I just needed some time to think and really organize my thoughts.

You: Do you want to talk about it?

Momo: Maybe another time? How have you been doing? I think about you every day…

And from this, a new normal was born.

Just friends.

Avoiding communication about the topic of what used to happen, not acknowledging what you said to her. Never really truly acknowledging what happened and what caused the space or the deviation from what once was.

No answers, no closure, just the love that lingered through you for her. The deep and unacknowledged love that lay in your chest.

You would’ve done anything for her and it was painful that she was avoiding the subject…you understood though.

Maybe it was hard for her to talk about. Maybe she knew her schedule was too much for what you needed. Maybe she just didn’t care.

Maybe she just didn’t care…

The voices from before scream again, yelling as they raise from the ashes to remind you that you are nothing.

You’ve got nothing to offer her.

Nothing to contribute to her already successful happy life.

Sighing as you pour yourself a drink, unhealthy coping mechanisms riddle your life again as you try and forget.

But you can’t.

There is no forget for her.

There could never be.

—

Weeks later, finding comfort in the new normal- you just assumed she was busy as always. Not wanting to bring anything up and rehash the past, you tried the one thing you knew might spark something within her.

On the phone, as normal, you mentioned that you had slept with a few people since her- just to see if she’d get jealous.

Though it was true, you did hate yourself for it. Just wanted to feel something…wanting to feel wanted, you took the opportunities presented to you.

You did enjoy some of the interactions, most of them reminded you of her. Always crying once you got back to your car afterwards.

The spiral of wishing it was her touching you, wishing it was her calling you baby.

However, this plan back fired.

“Oh? You’ve been on an adventure haven’t you? Have you been enjoying yourself?” The peaked interest in her voice caught your attention, hoping it would lead to her coming over again.

“Eh, yes and no.”

“The girl I’ve been seeing…” the rest of the sentence blurs into a white noise as you forget to breathe.

The world froze.

Time stopped.

What did she say?

“Oh…uhm…I’m happy for you.”

Lightening shot through you, burning every seed sprouted that you tried to replant. Singed every single sighting of life inside you, crackling down your nervous system like a fault line under pressure- shifting the plates of your armor and revealing the truth.

Anguish.

“I’m actually really excited about it. I’ve liked her for a really long time.”

Every sentence leaving her lips was a new bullet through your chest, penetrating every part of you that she had touched - inside and out.

Reopening the wounds already marked with her teeth. Physical, excruciating, diabolical pain coursed through your entire body.

Using the counter to stabilize yourself, you try and catch your breath silently as Momo waits for a response from you.

“Are you still there?” You can hear her tug her phone away from her ear to check and see if the call is still going.

“Yes, I’m here.” A deep breath.

You have to tell her.

“Momo, I think I need to take a step back from this.” Voice shaking as you finally spill the truth from your shattered heart.

This was an attempt at control, an attempt to make it your choice for space.

“What? Why?”

How could she not know?

“I thought it was okay for me to talk about her because you just talked about how you were sleeping with other people?”

While she holds a valid point, this was not the same. The people you let touch you, you had no feelings for. There was an exception to this but Momo had her hooks so deep in you and you knew you’d only hurt the other girl…you didn’t want to do that.

She deserved better than that.

“Yeah…I uhm…didn’t like them though…I’m not dating them…” another deep breath, you’re shaking as you tell her.

“They aren’t you…”

“Aren’t me?” Hearing her voice crack as she whispered that back to you was heart breaking in itself.

“I have to go. I’m happy for you. I really am. I just need to figure this out.” Trying to rush her off the phone so you could take a second to actually process what’s going on.

Another girl.

Another fucking girl.

“What do you mean by it’s not me, y/n?”

A loud sigh leaves your body.

I guess it’s time to say the truth.

The whole truth.

“Exactly what it sounds like. I don’t want them…I want you.” The truth revealed after months, a weight is lifted off your shoulder but descends towards your stomach, circling around like sharks in the ocean.

“You told me…you told me it was only a little…How long has this actually been going on then?” Anger laces her words as she spits them.

“…the whole time…” softly between tears, sniffling your way through this as your chest tightens further.

“The whole time?! Y/n!” Yelling now, you could picture her frustrated body language, knowing she was pacing and trying to figure out what to say.

“We talked about this…” Stern in tone mixed with a disppointed sigh, you know her arms are folded.

“I know…I’m sorry I lied…I was scared you’d leave.” Lips quivering as you finally let yourself be vulnerable enough to share the truth.

“Well, in the theme of telling the truth…I need to tell you something.”

Momo has fear in her voice, you can feel it.

“Remember when I went on that trip and we didn’t talk for a few days while I was there? The girl I went with…Nayeon…that’s who I’m dating.”

Silence.

What were you supposed to say? How were you supposed to go about this?

“…that’s why you disappeared…that’s why you said you didn’t want to do this anymore…oh…” skin dripping off your bones when the realization hits.

Molten misery oozing from every cell of your body, a burning so destructive that even with the jumbled thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to create anything but an emotional eruption of distress and emergency.

“We would’ve never continued this if I knew you liked me that way.”

“I’m sorry…” the safest thing to say.

The only thing to say.

“*I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll talk to you soon.”* Momo’s voice cracks as the sentence ends and the phone beeps, signaling she’s gone.

Fight, flight, or freeze.

Pick one.

Why pick one, when you can have all of them?

Brain already arguing with itself, you’re frozen in place with the phone in your hand, and your body is telling you to run…but where do you go when your safe person doesn’t feel safe?

It’s your fault she doesn’t feel safe.

Momo even said that this would’ve stopped if you had told her. The pain you were feeling was because of information she did not have.

The signs were there, so you thought.

Is there someone to blame for this?

Rationally, yes.

It’s you.

She was just living her life. Both of you are allowed to make mistakes, sure. You’re only human.

You set boundaries before. Set rules for this.

Momo couldn’t have picked up on those signs if she didn’t know to look for them.

The clues left unnoticed, how could she know to look for them if you never told her they were there?

The swelling of your heart, the yearning and need for her was developed through the tender care she gave to you.

Communication wasn’t something you gave her when it came to how you were feeling.

Finding out there was someone else destroyed you…but how could she have known?

A selfish choice to keep your emotions held hostage within you, just so she would stay a little bit longer…hoping she would stay forever.

Forever never came.

At least for you, forever never showed up how you expected.

Rose petals are soft, fragile, delicate. Kind of like love. They can grow in many colors, show up in places you’d least expect it.

One wrong move and they all die.

The thorns are supposed to protect the delicate bud, keep it safe so its life force can continue to allow it to grow, and flourish.

Do you think the flower knows about its thorns?

Sitting and pondering as you drink your tequila on the couch, staring at your phone and waiting for her name to light the screen up.

No garden within you to reference anymore, no roses to pick, nothing blooming. An unattended field of memories and heart ache, waiting for you to shower them.

There is no energy to do so.

The darkness around you all consuming when you realize that maybe if you weren’t so scared of yourself, you could’ve had everything you wanted.

Or maybe, you wouldn’t have put her in the position to be painted as the bad guy.

So who really is the villain?

You’d probably argue that it’s yourself.

And this would probably be the only time she would have ever agreed.

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elleandstufff · 9 hours ago

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Do I Like Her? ๋࣭ ⭑

Thanos can’t admit his feelings for you until it’s too late. Or is it…? Thanos/Choi Su-bong x fem!reader

Inspired by the song Stephanie by Nafeesisboujee! Requested by Anon!

Warnings: Dual POV, angst, talking stage, indecisiveness, hiding true feelings, implied smut but nothing described, you both get with other people to try and get over the other, drinking, drug use, jealous!Thanos, ambiguous but hopeful ending, 3.3k words

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The hum of the shitty light above you is enough to make you regret all of your decisions tonight. Your coworker had begged you to come out tonight to some club. That part actually wasn’t so bad. But just before last call, your coworker met some sleazy guy who begged the two of you to come to the twenty-four-hour diner down the street.

Now, your coworker sits in the corner booth with said guy, and the two of them are eating each other’s faces off. You sit at the dingy counter nursing a cup of coffee. You’re already up freakishly early, so you might as well stay up.

“Hey, Señorita.”

A man’s voice infiltrates your ears, but you don’t realize he’s talking to you until you look up from your coffee and see him standing right next to you. He’s tall and lean with purple hair and clothes that make you think he just came from the club like most of the diner’s crowd right now.

“Do you have a name?”

You’re not sure why you tell him, but you do. It’s not often that you entertain these sorts of things, but there’s something special about this purple-haired guy.

“I’m Thanos.” He extends a hand toward you, but instead of shaking it he just cradles your hand in his.

“What’s your real name?”

He pulls a face. “Sorry, babe. I don’t go around giving that out to just anybody.”

You smirk, ready to play along. “Well, I need to know. I’m definitely not going to be moaning Thanos all night.”

His eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting you to be so forward.

“What?” You feign innocence. “That’s why you came up to me, right? Why don’t we just skip all the talk and get the hell out of this dump?”

He smiles and threads your fingers together. “I saw you at Club Pentagon but didn’t get a chance to talk to you. Then I found you again here. That’s got to be fate, huh?”

You let your coworker know that you’re heading out, and she wishes you farewell even though she’s a little preoccupied. You walk outside hand-in-hand with the man you literally just met. His apartment isn’t a far walk, so the two of you set off on foot. The walk will give the two of you a chance to get to know each other a little bit before you end up tangled together in his bed sheets.

“It’s Su-bong,” he says, then repeats himself once you look up at him confused. “My name is Su-bong.”

“So, Su-bong, you do this often?”

“What? Bring girls home?”

You laugh. Based on his demeanor, you’re fairly certain this isn’t his first time doing this. You lift your entwined hands. “No, I meant this.”

He stalls for a minute, like your probing has him questioning everything. Why was he doing this? “No, actually. Just for you, Señorita. What about you? You do this often?”

You can’t help but smile at this man you hardly know a thing about. “Well then I’m honored. And no, this isn’t how my typical Friday nights look.”

You talk more as the two of you walk. You find out that he’s a rapper, which makes sense. He’s a bit twitchy, too. You’ve seen enough drug use in your life to know that he was on something tonight that’s starting to wear off.

You don’t waste any time when you get back to his apartment. He’s rough of course, but there’s a certain tenderness to him that sets your brain on fire. Something tells you that it’s new for him too.

You offer to leave after–even though you don’t want to–but he asks you to stay and get some rest. You had planned to just stay up and get some much needed errands done, but how could you say no? You were already feeling something toward him, which is the exact reason why you didn’t do stuff like this often. You catch feelings way too fast, and apparently even faster when the feelings are for a purple-haired rapper.

He opens up the drawer beside his bed and pulls out a pill bottle that you know is not prescription. He downs a couple and rolls over to face you. “You’ll still be here when I wake up, yeah?” He says it matter-of-factly, but there’s something to his tone that makes it sound almost like he’s pleading.

“‘Course,” you whisper, but whatever pills he took have already taken effect and he’s softly breathing beside you.

It takes you a while to drift off, and you wake before him a few hours later, but you honor the promise you made. He stirs awake not long after, and he seems surprised to still see you in his bed. Something flashes in his eyes–adoration, maybe–but he’s quick to get up. He seems different now, more walled off.

As he moves around his kitchen preparing himself a junk food filled breakfast as if you’re not even there, you try to say your goodbyes. He looks at you with his mouth full. “Oh, let me get your number.”

“So you can ghost me for three weeks and then randomly text me at two in the morning one day because you’re horny? No thanks.”��

He stops you before you can get out the door with a sigh, like he can’t believe he’s doing this… “How about I give you my number then? That way you can decide if you want to ghost me or not.”

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You end up not ghosting him, and Su-bong struggles with how he feels about it. Usually after he hooks up with a girl, he might talk to her for a couple weeks, but it never lasts. Things either fizzle out or he just doesn’t care enough to put the effort in. But with you… there’s something different. Something special. It terrifies him.

You text him. A lot. He’s not good at responding to anyone, so he has to constantly remind himself to text you back. He doesn’t always respond, and oftentimes it’s hours after you sent the initial text, but it’s more of an effort than he’s put into anyone else.

You come over a couple times a week, too. Mostly to hook up, but the visits start getting longer with shared joints and movie nights. He likes the way your bodies fit together. He likes waking up to someone in his bed, and he likes that person being you. But he can’t admit any of this to his friends, himself, and especially you. He knows you like him, he knows you would be so good for him, but he can’t seem to let himself go past good morning texts and tender forehead kisses when he thinks you’re asleep.

One night, he asks you to come to the club with him. Not meet him there, come with him. It’s a big step for him, and he tries not to think too much about it. He pops a pill from his cross necklace just to calm his nerves.

The two of you sit in a booth at Club Pentagon with his friends. Su-bong keeps an arm tightly wrapped around you, like he doesn’t want to lose you. He’s seen the way some of his friends look at you.

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” you shout over the bass-boosted club music.

“I can do it,” he offers.

“No, it’s okay.” You smile sweetly. “I need to stretch my legs anyway.”

He doesn’t realize that he’s staring at your figure the entire time you’re at the bar until he feels his shoulder being nudged. Distractedly, he turns to see Nam-gyu.

“Do you like her?”

“Nah,” Su-bong answers, before he can even think about it. “Just a fling.”

“You sure? Because-”

“Yep, I’m sure,” he answers curtly.

He doesn’t like you that much, right? So why does he feel like shit right now?

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You’d been talking to Su-bong for a couple of months now. You never put a label on it, but it keeps your life interesting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish you two could take the next step into a real relationship. Su-bong is not a super affectionate person, so you’ll have to take him in whatever form you can get.

You text him probably more than you should. He hardly ever texts you first, but he keeps responding to you–even if it’s hours later–so you keep texting him. You frequent his apartment more and more often, and he even starts coming by yours. His touches get more tender, his words more soft, and you begin to think maybe you’re getting somewhere with him. You know he probably won’t be the one to make the next step, so you decide to.

One morning you bring it up as you lie with your head on his chest and your legs tangled with his. He’s staring at the ceiling thinking about whatever it is that he thinks about, smoke blowing out from between his lips.

“So, I have this weird work party thing tonight.”

He takes another hit from his vape.

“And like everybody at my work is married and bringing a plus one…”

Another hit.

“So… I was thinking maybe you could come with me?”

He immediately tenses beneath you. It’s quick and he adjusts himself, but you definitely felt it. You quickly sit up feeling like a complete idiot.

He rolls on his side to look at you. You prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

“It’s just… I thought this was more of a casual thing, you know?”

You clear your throat. “Yeah, of course. Sorry, that was stupid. I wasn’t thinking.”

“I mean, I could still come I guess.”

“No, no, really it’s fine.” You get up and start throwing your clothes on as fast as you can without making it so obvious that you’re upset.

He catches your wrist. “You don’t have to leave.”

“I just remembered that I’m supposed to bring a dessert and I don’t have any of the stuff, so I should probably get started on that.”

You scramble out of his apartment before he can say much more. You don’t really have to bring a dessert, but you go to the store in a stupor anyway to try and distract yourself. You spend way too much time baking a stupid cake that tastes only half-good. You go to your work party and get introduced to a wave of husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, and significant others.

You thought you could do this casual thing, but turns out you’re not very good at it.

Texts to Su-bong get way less frequent, while texts from Su-bong are at an all time high. With the roles reversed all of a sudden, you can hardly form responses to his mirage of texts. What is even the point in texting anymore? You’ll never be anything more, so responding just makes you feel stupid.

You meet up for a couple more late-night rendezvous, but one night you decide you can’t take it anymore. You lie awake for hours deciding what you’re going to say when he wakes up. When he finally does, you squeeze your hands into fists to keep yourself from crying.

He’s groggy and barely awake, but he goes for his vape on the nightstand anyway. It’s like he knows this is coming.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.”

“C’mon-”

“No, Su-bong,” you stand firm. “I can’t do it. I thought I could, but I can’t. I’m sorry I’m not like you.”

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Su-bong chews up his third or fourth pill of the day. He had taken more than he had wanted, but did he ever get what he wanted? No. Did he deserve what he wanted? Also no. He wanted you–he needed you–but he fucked that up. So now he didn’t deserve you and he didn’t have you. What a killer combo.

When you had asked him to come to your work party, he nearly panicked. He wasn’t the type of guy you take to office work parties. You knew that so why did you even ask? Fuck, this wasn’t your fault. It was his.

He should’ve just said yes. Should’ve just sucked down his fear and put on a nice outfit and a fake smile and shaken hands with all the people from your work that you can’t stand. Instead, he made you do that all by yourself. Who knows, maybe Ji-woon from your job turned out to not be so bad. Maybe you and Ji-woon are sucking face right now in the office break room. Ji-woon doesn’t have to do much to be less of an asshole than him!

And when you’d broken things off, you’d said that you weren’t like him. You couldn’t have been more wrong. He thought he wasn’t like you at first, too. He didn’t think he was the type of person to catch feelings after one night and blow up someone’s phone, but turns out he is that type of person. Just like you. He thought he made it obvious, when he started texting you constantly after declining your work party invitation. It still wasn’t your fault that you didn’t realize. He should’ve spelled it out for you. He wishes he still had the chance. But even if you were right in front of him, he would still struggle to find the words to tell you how he felt. Fuck, why did he have to be like this? It doesn’t really matter. He’s probably never going to see you again.

The girl in the seat beside him stirs. He had completely forgotten about her. If he squints, she almost looks like you. Actually, no she doesn’t. No one does.

“Thanos,” she purrs in his ear. “Let’s go dance!”

Thanos. You never called him Thanos, not even around his friends. He liked it better that way.

She starts kissing his jawline, and he turns so his mouth meets hers. He entertains it for a minute, but then he pulls away. She’s not you.

“Sorry, this won’t work. You should go.”

The girl looks at him bewildered, before calling him an asshole and storming away. Nam-gyu slides into the seat where the girl once was.

“Dude, what’s going on? That’s the third girl this week you’ve fumbled.”

Su-bong wouldn’t call it fumbling. He tried to make it work, tried to forget about you, but he couldn’t. So he pushed the girls away.

“C’mon, dude. Are you really caught up over that girl? I thought you said you didn’t really like her?”

“I do,” he says, jaw tense. “I do like her. So fucking much.”

“Well, then you better tell her before it’s too late…” Nam-gyu gestures toward the bar where a familiar face is sitting.

Su-bong nearly falls out of his seat. You’re here and he has another chance. He’s on his feet and halfway to you when he sees him. Some loser has his arm wrapped around your waist. It’s not Ji-woon, but it might as well be. You know what? Su-bong doesn’t care, he’s going to talk to you anyway.

“Hey, Señorita,” he says, sliding into the spot beside you.

He swears he sees your eyes light up for a minute, until the leech at your side speaks up. “Hey, buddy, she’s spoken for-”

“It’s okay,” you say. “I know him.”

Su-bong pulls you into a tight hug that forces the dude to drop his arm to his side. He wraps his arms around your waist so tightly, and he could just melt when he feels you wrap your arms around his neck. This probably looks really weird to the guy. Good.

You pull away from the hug, so he reluctantly does as well. Then, he starts to lean in to kiss you, and this time you stop him. “You should drink some water, go home, get some sleep.”

Shit. He didn’t realize he looks high out of his mind. At least you’re sweet about it. At least you still care.

“Uh, we gotta go,” the loser at your side says, pulling you away.

He didn’t get to tell you how he felt. Maybe it was too late for the two of you. It was definitely too late. But he still wanted to tell you how he felt. You deserved that much. Now he just needs to find a way to tell you.

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The guy your coworker set you up with drags you outside. “That was weird. Who was that guy?”

“My ex?” you say, but it comes out as more of a question. Was that what Su-bong was?

The guy looks at you weird, but then he’s leaning in and so are you. You let the kiss happen. He’s not as good a kisser as Su-bong, but it distracts you at the very least.

“How about we go back to my place?” he says, pulling away.

You pause. You could go back to his place–a guy who actually likes you–or you could go inside to the guy who doesn’t like you back. Instead, you do neither. You let the guy down easy and go home to your empty bed. Maybe one day you’ll be able to move on from Su-bong.

A week or so later at work, your coworker pulls you aside at lunch. “You know that rapper guy you were hooking up with for a while?”

Your heart drops. “Yes, why? Is he okay?”

“Sounds like somebody is down bad.” She laughs. “Looks like he wrote a song about you.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “There’s no way it’s actually about me.”

Your friend hands you her phone that has his Thanos instagram page open. There’s a picture of his new single. The title of the song is your name and the artwork is a blurry picture of the two of you. Your hand flies to your mouth. This is the guy that wanted to keep things casual?

“Says he’s performing it tonight for the first time at Club Pentagon. You going?”

That night you show up to Club Pentagon early, determined to talk to Su-bong about what the fuck is going on. You can’t find him until you spot him right before he’s about to go on. You storm up to him.

“Su-bong, what the fuck!? You tell me we need to keep things casual and then you write a song that’s very obviously about me?”

He turns to you, his microphone in one hand and his other hand fiddling with his ear piece. He looks incredibly nervous, but you can tell that he’s fully sober. “You came.”

You fold your arms stubbornly across your chest. “Uh, yeah, I came. Kinda need to figure out what the hell is going on.”

“We can talk after. I promise,” he says with a shaky breath. “Just listen to the performance, please. And don’t leave without talking to me.”

You nod your head yes and find a spot to listen to his performance. As he performs, you really listen to the lyrics. Not only were they irrefutably about you, they were irrefutably a confession about his true feelings for you. Your heart leaps into your throat. He likes you.

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When Su-bong finishes his performance, his eyes lock onto you and only you. You’re silently crying, tear streaks adorning your pretty face. He waits expectantly, trying to read your emotions. You don’t react at first, your eyes remaining locked onto his. But then… You smile like you’ve just seen the sun for the first time.

⛧°。Masterlist °⛧

Here it is, Anon! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoyed it!

Also, I have another Thanos x reader story I’m working on that’s inspired by a song. I’m thinking about maybe making a mini-series of (unrelated) fics based off of songs. So if that’s something you want to see, comment or send me songs that remind you of Thanos (or other Squid Game characters)!

#thanos #thanos x reader #thanos squid game #choi su bong x reader #choi su bong #squid game #squid game season 2 #squid game x reader #player 230 #player 230 x reader #squid game angst

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swtt4hk · 2 days ago

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All because of me || Cho Sang-woo x fem!Reader (oneshot) SMUT!!

suggested by: anonymous!

author’s note: if I didn’t make it clear in the title THIS IS SMUTTY! so if you feel uncomfortable with sexual content please do NOT read this fic! Also this is my first smut ever so if it’s poorly written, I apologise but I’m only used to reading smut not writing 😭 anyway enjoy!

player 218. The moment you laid eyes on him on the first game , red light green light , you knew you hated him. He looked like one of those people who you just look at their face and you know that they’re not likeable. Yes , he was attractive, but for you it’s not enough to like someone.

Unfortunately, for both of you , you guys were on the same team. He was player’s 456 , or Gi Hun’s , childhood best friend and , as he called him , the pride of the neighbourhood. He really did look like someone sophisticated and smart but it still wasn’t enough for you to like him. The way he looked at you or the way he talked to you in a different manner than the others made your blood boil. He always had something to say , a comment to make , especially when you made a suggestion or a guess about what the next game was gonna be.

—what if they make us play ddakji again?

—no , they can’t do that. We’ve basically already played the game before and the one’s who got in here are the one’s who won the game so no one’s gonna die because we’re technically all good at ddakji.

He’s right. But you can’t possibly accept that he’s right , you can’t boost his ego. Your hands turn into fists , your knuckles turning white , as you click your tongue , letting out a “ts” , and look away in frustration. Sang-woo can’t help but let out a slight smirk at your frustration knowing that you know that he’s right.

player 218 or Sang-woo didn’t like you either. But it was a complete different reason for him. The moment he looked at you for the first time , he felt like falling in love. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. But Sang-woo has a really bad drawback. He’s a cold person , which means he doesn’t let his true feelings out and always lets his ego control him. His feelings for you slowly turned into hate for you but deep down he knew he needed you. He had never felt so needy for a woman before. He loved your strong personality and how you always spoke your mind and wasn’t afraid to do anything. He knew that if you told him to get down on his knees , he would do it , no matter how much he “hates” you.

Your other teammates always thought there was something up with you and Sang-woo but didn’t mention it. Everytime you fought with Sang-woo , they would look at each other with a smirk and you would both scold them about it. You both hated the idea of even looking at each other.

The guards come in , guiding you to the next game’s area. You get into teams of ten people and of course the team you’re in involves Sang-woo too. You hated the fact that you were in the same team as him but he had potential and you knew he would help you and your team win.

and he really did. He was the one to come up with a plan the last minute , just when you were about to die. You’re now returning to the main room , all sweaty sitting on the bunk beds quietly after what you just experienced. Player 212 , one of your new teammates walks up to Sang-woo with a smirk.

—wow player 218 , you’re so smart and your idea was so good! You know , I really like smart guys…

For some reason , a pang of anger and jealousy fills your heart but ignore it completely just like it never happened. Sang-woo coldly nods at her and then looks away , showing no interest in what player 212 just said. Instead , he looks at you , dead in the eye , feeling the unspoken tension between you two. You didn’t know if he was eye-fucking you or looking at you with hate but you liked it. You wanted him to look at you. You needed his full attention on you. You couldn’t lie to yourself after all , no matter how much you “hated” him.

The guards come in again , announcing the amount if money increased and then telling you to get into lines to get your lunch. Just when you get up , you feel a strong hand gripping your arm and stopping you from moving.

—you’re seriously not even gonna thank me for saving your miserable life? Hah , how selfish.

When you hear those words , you try to control yourself to not beat him up or at least shout at him and confront him. You take a deep breath and turn around to look at him with a sarcastic smile.

—being a team and being friends is different. you’re not my friend which means I don’t have to thank you for anything. The fact that we’re in the same team and you happened to come up with a plan last minute does not mean you’re the one who saved my life. I could’ve made it in any other team just like I made it in this one. It’s all just a coincidence.

Sang-woo does not respond. He looks around and quickly drags you into the bathrooms and backs you against the wall , gripping your arms tightly so you don’t try to escape. He looks at you with a dark gaze in his eyes , his lips parted , as he’s about to speak.

—are you serious right now? I’ve accepted your bratty behaviour for so long but this is unacceptable. You could’ve died back there and I was the one who saved you. Cut this shit out , you couldn’t have made it without me or in any other team. You need me. So you better say thank you for saving your little insignificant miserable life or you’ll have to face the consequences of being a bitch.

You let out a sarcastic laugh and he looks at you with confusion. He thought he would scare you but definitely failed to.

—you really think I’m scared or hurt right now? I didn’t die back there because it wasn’t my time to die and don’t owe it to anyone. You saved your life not mine. Stop trying to be a smartass all the time and thinking you are special. You think you’re so special? Look at you. You’re here wearing the same uniform as me and all the other players. You’re just as miserable. So stop being an egoistic idiot and think before you speak.

You’re right and he knows it but doesn’t give up. Your bratty attitude makes his blood boil and his grip on your arms tightens.

—you think you’re so smart , huh? Do you want me to show you who the smart one is in here ,hm?

He says and comes closer to you , feeling the heart in his body against yours. His body pressed against yours makes you weak and needy for him but you try to play tough.

—I dare you.

You say , knowing the consequences of your action. There’s no going back now. With one move , his hands go to your waist , lifting you up and placing you on a sink , your head resting on the mirror behind you.

—you’re such a needy slut. Knowing that you’ll get fucked by your rival but still acting bratty. Fuck , you’re making my blood boil so much , I wanna hear you screaming my name until your throat goes numb.

He whispers to yours ear as his hands slide down to your hips , pressing you harder on the sink. His words are making so you wet , you’re trying so hard to hold back a moan. Sang-woo looks at you with a smirk , his body pressing harder against you.

—cat got your tongue? You’re so desperate to get fucked , huh?

his hands go to the waistband of your pants , sliding them down with one movement and pressing his thumb on your already wet underwear.

—so fucking wet for me already…

He mutters to himself but still audible to you. He rubs his thumb on your clothed pussy and you can’t help it anymore , moans slip out of your mouth without realising it.

—fuck , I fucking hate you

You moan and Sang-woo chuckles

—doesn’t seem like it…

He says with a wide smirk on his face and lifts you up again and gently places you on the floor. He quickly removes his clothes and before you know it , his hard cock is inside you , hitting immediately just right where you like it. Your moans get louder as his pace gets faster and faster.

—look at you , so desperate for me…if you were dead who would be fucking you like this , huh? You’re alive because of me , just fucking admit it.

you respond with a loud moan. You can’t even form a normal sentence, he’s fucking you so good , you’ve never felt like this before. The way he’s touching you just where you want it , it’s like he already knows your body so well.

He gets rougher and faster , making your eyes tear up and your moans turn into screams.

—fuck , I’m gonna cum

He groans , as he holds onto your hips for dear life. You keep screaming and moaning his name not caring if anyone outside hears you. The time has finally come , he moans , his pace slowing down as he fills you up. You both catch your breath , your bodies are sweaty and his hands are caressing your torso as he’s trying to come down from his high. He slips his cock out of your pussy and bends down , filling your neck with hot kisses.

—what do you say now , hm? Changed your mind?

you close your eyes , enjoying his hot kisses on your neck as you finally calm down. You know that he’s right , you knew it all along but who agrees with their enemy? Your hand reaches his head , caressing his hear and you respond in a low and soft tone.

—thank you Sang-woo…

you can feel his smirk while kissing you and he caresses your sides , softer this time as he’s finally heard what he wanted to hear.

outside of the bathroom , everyone is shocked to hear screams and moans from the bathroom , wondering who it is except for your team. They know exactly who it is and they’re not surprised. But later you guys will have to deal with their teasing and the funny looks they will give you.

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The endddd! Thank you so much for reading and a speacial thanks to the person who suggested it! I hope I reached your expectations and if I misunderstood your suggestion please correct me! Anyway , more fics coming soon!💞

#cho sang woo #squid game #fanfic #park haesoo #cho sangwoo #cho sang woo x reader #squid game fic #cho sangwoo x you

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munsonsmixtapes · 1 day ago

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Just You and Me: Part Three

Steve x Eddie x fem!reader

You have a sex dream about Steve and Eddie which only makes you want them more. At Lucas's basketball game, the three of you realize that you want each other and things between you and Steve progress into something you never thought would happen.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it)

And once again, special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name for helping me out with this because I genuinely couldn't have finished this without her!

part one part two

Your hands scratch down his back as he pounds into you, your moans and heavy breaths mix together in the air. Your sweaty bodies are pressed together, filthy words falling from his lips, telling you how pretty you look underneath him, how good you’re taking him. You’re so close, you can feel it. And as he looks down at you, encouraging you, moaning his name so loudly as he continues to fuck you senseless.

“Steve,” you moan and suddenly, your eyes are wide open. You’re pouring sweat as you sit up in your bed. Did you really just have sex dream about your best friend? The whole thing plays out in your head again and again and you’re not sure how to feel about it.

Maybe it’s because you’re not making a lot of progress with Eddie so you’re projecting your feelings onto Steve. Or maybe there’s a part of you that has repressed your feelings and now they’re manifesting into dreams. It just feels so…strange. You’ve never had a sex dream about Steve before. It’s uncharted territory and you’re not sure how you should go about it.

He’s the person you want to talk to about it, but you can’t. So you go to the next best thing. You hurry across the hall and knock on Robin’s door furiously. It could probably wait until morning, but you feel like you need to tell her when it’s fresh in your mind. Not that you’d forget the details of something like that so easily.

She opens the door half asleep, her hair mussed and an imprint of her wrinkled sheets on her cheek. You now feel bad for disturbing her sleep, but since you’ve already woken her up, you might as well just tell her what you came here for.

You push the door open and invite yourself in, making yourself at home on her bed like you’ve done so many times before. For once, you don’t feel welcome as she glares at you from the doorway. You gently pat the spot next to you and she begrudgingly listens. She sits beside you and crosses her arms over her chest, her glare even more intense as she waits for you to tell her what was so important that you had to wake her up at three o’clock in the morning.

You’re afraid to say it. The words already feel weird and foreign on your tongue and you’re not even sure how exactly to say them. Your eyebrows furrow as you try your best to figure out how to word your situation. But you’re struggling and the confusion of the situation piles up in your head and you eventually blurt it all out.

“I had a sex dream about Steve,” you tell her, your words all strung together into one. She apparently heard you because her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Her eyes widen as what you’ve said really sinks in. She stays silent, honestly unsure how to respond. She doesn’t know what she was expecting you to say, but it definitely wasn’t that.

“You had a sex dream about Steve…Steve Harrington? Your best friend?”

“I know it sounds crazy.” You rest your head in your hands and she’s quick to rub your back gently. She knows that will help when words won’t.

“It doesn’t, actually,” she corrects. “I think your fake relationship might be bleeding into your real life.” She says the words with a bit of humor in her voice and you can’t tell if she’s being genuine or if she’s trying to make a joke. Perhaps a bit of both.

Robin doesn’t know why you’re surprised by this. She swore you knew just how in love with Steve you were and is surprised that you’re freaking out about a sex dream about him. But apparently you don’t know since you’re panicking next to her.

“Okay,” she says. “Let’s take some deep breaths.” Together, you breathe in and out slowly and it does help, but only a little. Once you’re calm enough, you turn to her, ready to hear whatever she has to say.

“Do you want to know what I think?” She asks and you just give her a glare. Of course you want to know what she thinks. That’s the whole reason why you work her up. “Okay, sorry. I think-well, what I’ve observed over the years is that you maybe actually do like Steve in that way.”

“Not a chance,” you shake your head. “I like Eddie, remember? That’s the whole reason why Steve and I have been fake dating.”

“Then how do you explain the dream, y/n?” She gives you a pointed look. “Look, you know I love you, but I really need to sleep. So, I’ll let you think about it and we can talk when it’s actually light outside, alright?” She pats your back then sends you on your way, pushing you out into the hallway.

Once the door slams in your face, you head back to your own room and try to go back to sleep but your mind is flooded with the most inappropriate thoughts of Steve. They get even more intense, so vivid that it’s almost like it’s actually happening to you. This is one moment where you wish he was there to take care of you.

Right now all you have to rely on is your fingers but you can just pretend that they’re Steves to make that much better. You’re pumping them in and out, imagining Steve hovering over you, telling you how good you’re doing, how pretty you look on his fingers and it’s actually doing the trick.

You’re moaning, pressing your other hand to your mouth to keep you quiet. But this one doesn’t feel like Steve’s. Your eyes open and you see Eddie come into view. His hand is rougher than Steve’s. You feel the callouses so clearly as if he’s really there and you hate that this is just something you’re making up in your mind.

“Shh,” he says as your eyes flutter shy so you can imagine it better. “We don’t want to wake up Rob, do we?” He winks, his fingers working even faster and you know it’s so soon, but you’re so close to coming already.Steve’s just doing it so well, curving his fingers in just the right way and he’s looking down at you with a devilish grin as he watches you, pressing his hand further down onto your mouth as you scream his name.

“That’s our good girl,” he says with a proud smile as he removes his fingers from you and licks them clean as a reward for making you feel so good before giving Eddie a taste.

“Gonna need some more,” he smiles down at you and presses his lips to yours before moving lower, pushing your shirt up so he can kiss down your stomach. Once he gets to the spot right above your cunt, he presses a kiss there before spreading your legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders before diving straight in.

Steve is now behind him, pushing his face further into your cunt as he works and you let out a gasp. He then moves to where you’re laying and has you sit up so he can slide behind you. As Eddie is eating your pussy like a man starved, Steve is encouraging you with his words as his fingers run through your hair over and over.

The whole thing feels so real that you almost can’t believe that it’s not. How are you supposed to go on with your life knowing that you’ll never be able to experience it in real life. You come yet again but Eddie doesn’t pull away, continuing to go at your cunt with even more force this time. Once you’ve come once again, he finally pulls away and you shut your eyes, wondering how all of this could be real.

But it’s not. When you open them again, they’ve disappeared and you remove your fingers from yourself, filled with nothing but disappointment as you get up to wash your hands then head back to bed where you’re actually able to fall asleep this time.

When you wake up a few hours later, you turn onto the other side of the bed and feel nothing but disappointment as you see that it’s empty. So you really did dream all of that and it wasn’t real like you so desperately want it to be. You feel pathetic now as you roll out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you trudge into the kitchen to get some much needed coffee.

But when you head into the kitchen, Steve and Eddie are at the stove, giggling to each other as they make breakfast together. They’re both shirtless and you feel like you’re on fire as you head over and go to pour yourself some coffee, but the two of them turning towards you stops you in your tracks.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Steve greets with a smile.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Eddie mimics his smile and you look down to see that he’s holding your favorite mug out to you and it’s filled with coffee that’s already prepared exactly the way you like. You blink a couple of times to make them go away, but it doesn’t matter how many times you do because they’re still very much there.

“Did you sleep well?” Steve asks, puckering his lips and you lean in to give him what he wants. As soon as you pull away, you see Eddie doing the same thing so you give him a kiss too.

You’re dreaming so hard that you can actually feel their lips on yours. It’s so real that you can almost reach out and touch them. But you have to remind yourself that this is just some crazy thing that your brain cooked up. Maybe Robin was right and your faking dating really is bleeding into your real life because a few weeks ago, it would have just been Eddie.

“I did,” you nod and Steve serves you some eggs and bacon while Eddie puts a couple of pancakes onto the plate and you take it to the table just in time to zone back into real life.

“Y/n,” Robin practically screams and you shake your head, looking down and seeing that she’s holding a plate filled with the food you just imagined.

“Sorry, what?” You ask, shaking your head.

“Where is your head today?” She asks with a sigh. “Probably still thinking about Steve,” she teases and you glare at her, refraining from telling her the details of what actually happened when you went back to bed. It’s now bordering on giving too much information and you’re worried about what she’d say if you actually gave her the details of what happened with both of them.

“You could say that,” you nod. “And I think I’m gonna tell him the truth.” You plan to sit them down and tell them the full truth and they can decide what happens from there even though all you want to do is run far far away and avoid them both for the foreseeable future.

“Good for you,” she nudges your shoulder and you take the plate from her with a smile. “You could tell him at the game.” Oh shit. That’s right, it’s Lucas’s last game before he graduates high school so you all wanted to show up and support him.

“Right,” you nod before shoveling a mouthful of eggs into your mouth so avoid having to speak to her any longer. And with that, she heads out the door to head to work where you’re going to pick her up after the game.

You’re finally left with your own thoughts and try your hardest not to slip back into your fantasy no matter how badly you want to. You’re sure that the first one altered your brain chemistry and now you’re not capable of thinking about anything else.

You can still vividly feel Steve’s fingers inside of you and Eddie’s head between your thighs. It all just felt so real and now you’re getting desperate for the real thing even though you’re sure that you’re not going to get it.

“So how’s the fake dating going?” Robin asks as he stands behind Steve as he types away on the computer.

“Fine,” he replies, giving her a look. She’s been bothering him since he got there and he’s so close to faking sick to go home and get away from her. She’s always nosy but seems to be especially so this morning. “Rob, is there something you want to tell me?” He asks, turning around to face her and her cheeks pink which means that she definitely does.

“No,” she shakes her head, biting down on her bottom lip. She can’t believe that you told her about your dream about him because now all she wants to do is tell Steve. She’s been wanting the two of you to get together for years and now she knows that if he knows about the dream, he’ll stop being a dingus and tell you the truth about how much he loves you.

“Really?” He glares. “Because there has to be a reason why you keep hovering. So tell me what it is.”

“It’s none of my business,” she shrugs. “Maybe you should ask y/n.”

“Ask y/n about what?” His arms are crossed over his chest now as he leans against the counter. He honestly has no idea what the fuck you’re talking about and thinks he deserves some sort of explanation.

“Just forget I said anything, alright? We both I’m a blabber mouth.”

“You’ve been acting weird all day so there’s clearly something she told you to hide from me so what is it?” Steve’s getting angry now, just wanting her to tell him the truth about whatever you’re hiding from him.

“I told you, just ask y/n. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go on my break.” She heads towards the break room, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts. They immediately go to you like always and for once, he’s actually anxious about being alone with you. Not only because you’ve been doing this whole fake dating thing for weeks now but also because he’s nervous about what you could possibly have to say that Robin can’t tell him. She’s such a blabbermouth and could tell him anything so he’s getting really worried about what all of this could be concerning.

He also can’t help but want to ask you how much longer the whole thing is going to take because he’s not sure how much more he can do. He’s fallen even harder for you and it’s so painful for you to fake it with him and sit by and watch you pine for someone else. But he’s just so pathetically in love with you that he’s willing to do anything you ask. Even if that means helping you get another guy.

He’s spent weeks letting himself get hurt because he just wants to make you happy, but no more. He’s putting his foot down. After the game, he’s going to lay it all out on the table, his feelings, how he’s been feeling about your little scheme, everything. He just can’t keep it inside anymore. It’s just hurting him too much to continue to keep this big of a secret from you. He should have told you a long time ago, but he was just too afraid of losing you. Now he just wants the truth to be out there and stop acting like he’s not madly in love with you.

When you meet him at his house so you can go to the game together, his heart races in his chest. It’s to the point where he has you drive because he can’t focus on anything else. All he can think about is how badly he feels like he’s going to throw up. He’s never been so nervous around you but knowing how much is riding in this, he can’t help but feel anxious.

“I don’t drive that badly, do I?” you joke as Steve grabs onto the handle that’s attached to the roof. You don’t drive great, but he’s not going to tell you the real reason why he’s freaking out.

“Oh, it’s not that, I’m just feeling a little sick to my stomach.” He’s not technically lying so he doesn’t feel bad for telling you as such.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He appreciates the gesture but he’s just going to power through. That’s what Harringtons do.

“I’m not missing Lucas’s last game,” he shakes his head, offended that you would even suggest it.

You know Steve well enough to know that there’s something he’s not telling you and you’re going to figure out what. He never keeps things from you so you wonder what he’s being so secretive about. He’s been acting weird since you picked him up and you want to know why. As much as you want to ask, though, you refrain because you don’t want to cause tension before the game.

It’s quiet in the car except for the mixtape that’s playing softly. For the first time in your fifteen years of friendship, neither of you have anything to say which is odd since the two of you never seem to be able to stop yapping. But now the awkward tension is palpable because both of you have things you want to say, but you’re too afraid. It’s so weird because you can usually talk about anything and you do, telling each other everything that’s going on in your lives no matter how embarrassing.

But this is different. These are things that are going to undoubtedly change your friendship so the both of you are going to put it off as long as possible to avoid potential rejection or awkwardness. As much as you want to tell Steve the truth, you’re just so nervous about how he’s going to react, especially because Eddie was included in it.

And you would just leave that part out, but you feel like he deserves the whole truth no matter how much you don’t want to tell him. At this point, you’re dreading having to sit next to him for a few hours because the dream has been all you’ve been able to think about since it happened. It’s invaded your every thought to the point where you have the three of you act it out perfectly. Not that that would ever happen because you’re not sure that either of them would be up for that sort of thing.

As soon as you pull up to the school, you wordlessly get out of the car and reluctantly take each other’s hands just in case Eddie appears out of nowhere. He’s supposed to meet you any second now so you just want to be ready.

But now since you’ve been able to see Steve differently, his hand feels nice in yours, like it’s supposed to be there. Now you just wish Eddie was holding your other hand. If it felt that good clamped over your mouth, you just know you’d like how it felt against yours, your fingers intertwined.

You enter the school, looking around for the metalhead, but he’s nowhere to be found. Not surprising considering the fact that it’s so crowded because it’s the last game of the season. You know he’ll be there soon so you decide that you’ll just save him a seat.

Steve is guiding you through the crowd, standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, making sure that you don’t get lost as you make your way towards the bleachers. His hands are protective, strong as he walks behind you like he’s your bodyguard.

You can’t believe that you’re just now understanding women’s attraction to him. You always knew he was attractive, obviously, but now you get it. You now want him in the way that other women have. You want to grab onto his hair as he fucks you absolutely senseless, to leave scratches down his back that he can show off at the pool.

He’s leading you up the stairs and you have to keep yourself from tripping as the dirty thoughts come back in. You don’t know how to stop them but you’re not sure that you want to. At this point, this is the only way you’re ever going to get any action and that's totally fine with you.

Steve is on the bottom as he’s fucking you like his life depends on it while Eddie is behind you, going as hard as he can. It’s nothing but overstimulating but you don’t dare ask them to stop. It just feels too good. Dirty words are spilling from their mouths and you’d expect this from Eddie but it’s odd to hear from Steve. You’ve never seen this side of him but are starting to wish you had sooner.

Steve grabs hold of your hand and continues to lead you up the stairs to one of the top rows where Robin is sitting with Vicky who both wave at you. You look down and smile at the joined hands, really hoping that this one sticks. You know how much Robin really likes her and want this to last forever if it can. She deserves that.

You and Steve head into the row and he pulls you close so more people can fit. You’re so close that your thigh is pressed to his. You can feel the heat emanating from his body and wonder how the hell he’s always so warm. It’s actually unfair sometimes. And it reminds you how cold Eddie always is, the two of them exact opposites.

You lean over and see that he’s not next to Robin like you assumed he would be. He’s still not here yet and you just hope he’s late because he made a promise to Lucas and there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him break it.

“Where’s Eddie?” You ask Robin and she just shrugs, clearly having no idea. So you slump in your seat, Steve reaching over and rubbing your shoulder sympathetically as you scan the crowd for your friend.

Eddie’s fucking late and he knows that. He had every intention of being on time, early even, but this deal is taking way longer than he expected. He just wanted to pocket some extra money but the guy is trying to haggle even though with the deal Eddie’s giving him, it might as well be free. He’s tapping his foot against the pavement of the parking lot as he periodically checks his watch. The game is about to start and he knows he’s going to get an earful from you.

As soon as the deal is made, he shoves the plastic bag into the guy’s hands before racing towards the building, hoping that he’s not too late. But as soon as he gets into the gym, the game has started and he doesn’t even know where you’re sitting so he unknowingly sits on the opposite side of the gym where thankfully Gareth has saved him a seat.

He doesn’t know why he’s scanning the crowd for you when there’s too many people to even see where you are. He just wants to see you. You haven’t seemed to have enough time for him since you started seeing Steve and he hates that he misses when you were single when the two of you would play at the arcade all the time.

He shakes his head and tries to focus on the game, seeing Lucas race across the court and feeling a sense of pride even though he doesn’t care at all about the sport. Seeing a kid who’s been like his little brother doing something he’s so passionate about makes him so happy even though he doesn’t fully understand the hype around basketball or sports as a whole.

As hard as he tries, his mind still keeps going back to you, to you and Steve. He doesn’t know why, but he finds himself wondering if the two of you have-no that’s none of his business. So why is he imagining Steve kissing his way down your naked body and why does-why does he like it? There’s something about seeing the two of you fucking that’s awakening something in him.

You’re trying really hard to focus on the game and cheering Lucas on, but all you’re able to think about is how angry you are at Eddie. This is such an important night for Lucas and you know how much he looks up to Eddie so the fact that he isn’t here is making your blood fucking boil. He made a promise to the kid and now he’s probably doing a stupid deal which makes it clear where his priorities lie.

Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t understand why you’re so upset. Sure, he knows how much it would mean for Eddie to be here for Lucas, but he doesn’t see what that has to do with you. Maybe it’s because you’re focused on Eddie once again, not even seeing what’s right in front of you. Steve has been there for you all along, never once missing a single game and you don’t bat an eye. You clearly don’t see how much he does for you and it pisses him off.

But he decides it’s best if he’s there for you. Being mad at you is going to do nothing but make him miserable so he slips his hand into yours and gives it a squeeze which you clearly appreciate since you squeeze back. You turn and give him a weak smile and he returns it before the two of you turn your attention back to the game.

The teams are tied and the tigers just need one more basket in order to win. It’s Lucas’s shot and everyone seems to be on the edge of their seats as weaves his way around the other players with the ball. He launches it into the air and it falls through the hoop with ease, sending the crowd into cheers. The score changes on the board and his teammates lift him on their shoulders, chanting his name as he beams, looking around the gym, seeing that everyone who was cheering for his name is not chanting his name.

You turn to Steve with a bright smile and in the excitement of the moment, you’re quick to embrace each other, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss. You pull away from each other, giggles spilling from your lips before you take him by the hand and head down to the court to congratulate Lucas.

Hugs are passed around and you still don’t see Eddie, but that’s the least of your worries. You’re focusing on Lucas and how proud you are of him as you pull him into a hug. It’s crazy how time flies because how is it that you’ve already known him for six years? If you look at him close enough, you can see the twelve year old that you met all those years ago. And now he’s eighteen and about to go off to college.

You and Steve flee the gym, leaving Lucas to celebrate with his team and now you’re figuring out how to tell him about the dream you had, wondering how he’ll react, especially when you tell him that Eddie was in it too.

The tension is palpable again and Steve’s no longer thinking about what you might need to tell him, now trying to figure how he can get another kiss because he’s so desperate for it. He hasn’t forgotten about your first kiss in his living room and he’s been waiting for one that was real and not just because Eddie was looking.

The two of you head to his car hand in hand and you feel the nervousness building inside you as you try to figure out how to word everything. You really wish you had written yourself a script, but it’s too late now.

As soon as the two of you are alone in your car, you just blurt the words, feeling a weight lift off you as soon as they leave your mouth. The pressure on your chest is now relieved but you can’t even get yourself to look Steve in the eye yet. You feel like he deserves to have a second to really process what you’ve just said.

Steve sits there, his lips parting to respond, but he doesn’t know what to say. He never thought you’d say something like that. Having a sex dream about Eddie? Sure, that’s bound to happen, but you having one about both of them? Well, that changes things.

He’s always thought Eddie was hot, he’s not blind. And sure, maybe he’s had a dirty thought about the guy a time or two in the shower, but that’s it. But you told him your dirty little secret, maybe his should be revealed too. Who cares if you know? You already know that he’s bi so what’s the harm in telling you the truth?

But he doesn’t do it. He’s cocky now, wanting to know exactly what you saw in that pretty little head of yours. What position were you in? Was it soft and sweet or were they pounding into you? He wants to know every dirty little detail.

“Yeah?” He asks, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, moving closer so that his lips are right by it. “Were you turned on? I bet you were.”

Your cheeks heat at not only his proximity and his breath on your skin, but his words, they sound so filthy. And now you need him to tell you more in that husky voice that’s definitely not making you wet.

“Yes,” you reply, suddenly feeling nervous, but you don’t know why. It’s Steve, your best friend since you could crawl. But this is different. Ever since your dream about him, he’s been Steve, so much emphasis on him that you haven’t even really spared Eddie a second glance.

You feel like if you do this right here, it’ll change everything between the two of you, but you honestly don’t care. It’s like he wore those fucking cut offs on purpose. Now you so desperately want to see them on the floorboard of the back seat. And you’re too mad at Eddie right now to feel bad for taking advantage of this moment with Steve.

“That’s hot,” he says, nipping at your earlobe. His lips ghost over your neck and you move your head to the side to give him more space. It’s a gentle kiss but your skin is on fire from the contact. “You’re hot.”

You’re sweating now and you’re not sure because of how warm it is outside or because of how much it’s heating up in Steve’s car. His nose slides against your neck and you can hear him take a slight inhale.

“You smell so good,” he mumbles then pulls away, looking you in the eyes with his honey ones. His pupils are blown wide and he’s got on a devilish grin that’s making you feel even more hot. “Let’s see how you taste.”

He grabs hold of your jaw and tilts your head back. He watches your lips part and can practically see the gears turning. He knows you like the back of his hand but tonight, he has no idea what you’re thinking.

“Is this okay?” He asks and you just want him to get on with it. You’re getting antsy so you have to take matters into your own hands. You bunch his shirt in your hand and press your lips to his. His tongue flicks into your mouth and you moan at the feeling of it moving with yours.

His hands are in your hair and he’s grabbing fistfuls, giving it a yank to hear that pretty sound again. And you do, unknowingly playing right into his hand. He’s got you right where he wants you and he’s fully prepared to take advantage.

His hands slide up your tank top and you break away to lift your arms so he can finish the job. It’s off in an instant and he can’t help but stare. Seeing you in a bra, here, like this, it’s new. And now he needs to see you out of it. Now.

He’s hard beyond belief and he really needs to get inside you. He needs to show you just how much he loves you, to make this whole thing real between the two of you.

He takes the leap and gets into the backseat with you following closely behind him. You sit side by side and it’s so easy to pick up where you left off, like you do this all the time. You take the lead and straddle his waist, grinding against him, feeling him moan into your mouth.

He’s rock hard against you and you want to just go for it, but he’s going to have to beg first. Sing for his supper. So you continue to grind, hearing him whine and moan, just waiting for him to ask.

“Fuck me, please,” he begs and you swear you’ve never seen someone look so pathetic. You bring your lips to his as you unbutton his shorts, moving to where he can get them off and they’re thrown into the passenger seat like he’s so tired of wearing them.

Together, you try your best to undress each other in the cramped backseat. Clothes are flying left and right, strewn across the car and as soon as you both are naked, he’s pinning you to the seat, your back flush to the leather.

“Fuck,” he swears, so much emphasis on the word as his eyes rake down the body. “This is what you’ve been hiding from me? Jesus, you’re so hot.”

Steve’s about to reach into the pocket of his jeans-wherever they ended up-for a condom, but then he remembers that he doesn’t have one. He knows you’re on birth control but he doesn’t want to just assume you’d be okay with him not using protection.

“I-I don’t have a condom,” he tells you, almost sounding disappointed.

“That’s okay. I’m on birth control.” You’re so quick to respond, like he’s asking you what kind of toppings you want on your pizza. This is a big deal and he’s not sure why you were so quick to respond.

“I know but-“

“Steve, it’s fine, I trust you.” I trust you. That’s right, you trust him. He has to remind himself that he’s not some sleazy guy you met at the bar. He’s Steve, your best friend and your safety is his number one priority.

“If you’re sure.”

“I am,” you nod and he knows you mean it. So he lines himself up with you and slowly slides in, watching you the entire time. It’s a bit tight, but it won’t be by the time he’s done with you.

He presses you further into the seat as he thrusts slowly, wanting to test the waters first. He was so cocky before and now that he’s finally gotten here, he’s suddenly a little nervous. But seeing you look up at him with that pretty smile, he gets the encouragement he needs to keep going.

He’s thrusting faster now, getting deeper inside with every inch, but now he finds himself wondering where Eddie would be in this situation. Would he be trying to please you or Steve or both? Steve bets he’s really good at dirty talk and what he would give for that right now.

Your moans and breaths are mixing in the air, already starting to fog up the windows. You sound so pretty and you look it too and he’s wondering when he’s going to wake up from the dream. It’s got to be the best one yet.

He feels guilty about letting Eddie sneak into his mind, but he can’t help it. Now that he knows that you possibly want them both, he can’t help but wonder what a threesome between of you would be like.

“Faster,” you whine and he wants nothing but to please you so he does what you ask, trying to wipe the thought of Eddie out of his head and focus on you, now pounding into you, working as hard as he can to make his girl feel good.

Your hips buck against his and he responds by going even deeper, fitting all of himself inside you as he sees tears pricking your eyes.

“My dick’s that good, huh?” He asks as wipes your tears away, but he keeps going, pounding into you again and again with as much force as he can.

You hate how his cockiness is turning you on. You’re eating up how highly he thinks of himself and how confident he is that he can please you like this. Considering you feel like you’re already close, you know he’s doing everything right.

“Look at you, taking me so well, honey. You look so pretty underneath me.” He knows exactly what to say to drive you crazy and you already feel like your brain is mush and you haven’t even come yet.

He’s pounding so fast and hard that you’re having trouble keeping up as you buck your hips against his, your bodies moving in rhythm together, trying so hard to not think about how much he wants to be between the two of you, feeling Eddie’s rock hard cock pounding into his ass. It’s getting out of hand right now but he doesn’t even care. He has no idea that you’re thinking the same, imagining what the three of you would get up to right here in the back of Steve’s car even though the three of you definitely couldn’t fit. You’d make it work, though.

You want so badly for them to act out the dream you had, talking them through the entire thing, telling them what they said so they could perfect it. And you just know that they’d obey, being the good boys that they are. You know it’s wrong to think about this when Steve is trying his hardest to please you, but you just can’t help it. You can’t stop yourself from wanting your fantasy now. You’re too far gone to be stopped.

The windows are progressively fogging up but you’re nowhere near done. There’s still so much you want to do, but the space is so limited. You’ll just have to make do with what you have. Your orgasm is approaching and Steve watches you completely undone. Your head falls back as you moan loudly, feeling it all the way down to your toes that curl in pleasure. He’s taking a mental picture so he has this to look back on. It’s something he wants to save in his wallet so he can look at it any time he wants. He’ll settle for this, though. There’s no way he can possibly forget it.

Once you come back down, Steve’s caught off guard when you grab hold of his shoulders and push him down onto the seat, the two of you still connected as you begin to ride him. He stares up, his mouth wide open in shock and you lean down for a kiss.

Your tongue explores his mouth as you continue your movements and he’s quick to buck his hips against yours, trying to get you to speed up. But you push him down, staring at him intently.

“Baby, slow down,” you tell him. “This isn’t a race.” Your pace slows and you watch him stare at your chest, the way your tits move this way and that. He feels hypnotized by them, the way they’re practically begging for his mouth.

He listens, his hips bucking more slowly against yours and you smile at how good of a boy he can be. Your pace picks up just a little and you feel his fingers digging into your waist as he moves your hips, showing you how he wants to be fucked. And you try to follow his instructions, but apparently not well enough because in an instant, you’re back on the seat, Steve pounding into you again and again. You work together to get him off and it works like a charm. He’s orgasming above you and you talk him through it, being nothing but encouraging as he does so.

Eddie’s late coming out of the school. He graduated so long ago and still finds himself making deals in the school bathroom. But he’s sixty dollars richer so it’s worth it in the end. It’s a win-win in his head because he gets to support his friend and make a little cash.

He heads out into the parking lot and notices that there’s a car still there. It’s not to miss since the only other vehicle is his van. The car is also shaking slightly so he knows exactly what’s happening. Crazy how the excitement of a win can make people horny.

He passes by the car and glances into the foggy window because to his core he’s a little bit of a perv. Even through the tiny amount he’s able to see through, he realizes that he recognizes the back that’s facing him. It’s Steve, he knows that much. He doesn’t even know how he knows, but he just does.

When did he memorize every inch of his friend’s back and why is he getting turned on by seeing him pound into someone? Eddie’s always known that he was bi, but he never thought he would be sexually attracted to one of his best male friends.

And once he gets a glimpse of your face, he’s not even mad. This is the definition of bi panic and he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced it so intensely before. He’s hard beyond belief and part of him almost wants to ask if he can join. That would be the dream, wouldn’t it? But he doesn’t. He can’t. This is between the two of you. So he heads to his van and gets into it, staring at Steve’s BMW as he pulls out of his space, trying to deal with the fact that he has been turned on by Steve. Being turned on by you? Yeah, that’s been happening to him for years. But with Steve, this is totally new, and he’s unsure how to deal with it.

He already knows that the two of you aren’t actually together-well, maybe you are now since he caught you in the back of Steve’s car-so he wonders if he should tell you that he doesn’t care that you lied to him and be honest about the fact that he now wants the both of you. That actually terrifies him, but he feels like you deserve to know the truth.

Eddie doesn’t sleep the entire night. He just lies in his bed, pouring sweat as he thinks about all the positions he could have the two of you in. He needs a threesome with you so bad, but he knows it’s all just a pipe dream. Clearly the two of you have made your relationship a real thing. So where does that leave him? Do you not want him anymore? Was that whole thing just for nothing and now he’s going to be alone for the rest of his life? With Eddie’s luck, that’s definitely a possibility.

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