#he’s such an asshole I can’t wait to ruin him in the fic I have planned

[ssreeder]

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i fucking knew you were going to send me an ask as soon as you asked me why I reblogged that dragon post 10 times lol. Yes! New pfp new me new fanfic new fandom - haha jk I just was sick of kataras armpit lol & like you said this exact bakugo pose suits me haha.

[ugh-yoongi]

hi. i would like to request seungcheol (obviously). all i request is enemies-to-lovers. you may do with this what you wish. i leave it up to you to decide exactly how you will ruin my life 😌

tysm for the request my beloved !! he is so enemies to lovers coded i had TEWWW many thoughts (and started three separate wips oops), but here we are. i hope u enjoy this !! can't wait to get the collab fics out of the way so i can torture u further with baseball dk. i picked dodgers hat!cheol just for u. ♡

— we need to talk

pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader summary: sometimes the only way to win the game is to not play, but sometimes it's not a game at all—sometimes it's four years of emotional build-up with nowhere left to hide. genre: enemies (kinda) w benefits to lovers; frat/university au; smut, angst?, fluff rating: explicit. minors do not interact with this or any of my work. warnings: frat boys. gendered language and insults. swearing. mentions of drugs & drug use (vernon is literally a drug dealer 🤷🏻‍♀️) as well as alcohol. possessive, jealous seungcheol who is extremely down bad and kind of an asshole and would be toxic af irl but is fine in fanfiction probably. this is maybe more "people who used to fuck and started disliking each other along the way bc they can't figure out their feelings" to lovers than enemies. there are very slight, very meaningless mingyu x reader undertones here. jeonghan is a bastard. feelings you think are unrequited but alas! this got softer than i intended oops. smut warnings: seungcheol truly is a man driven to the brink of madness bc of pussy idk what to say. kissing. hair pulling. mentions of masturbation. the dynamics shift in this one a lot, but to be overly cautious i will say dom!cheol and slightly dom!reader undertones that are not implicitly stated or defined. seungcheol uses the term "whore" once, sorry. oral sex (f. receiving). pussy slapping. unprotected sex. if i missed any pls lmk. wordcount: 8k. no i do not know what a drabble is, leave me alone. author's note: title from the song of the same name by waterparks but this was actually brought to you by "i'll never stop" by nsync bc it's their best song and fit the vibes perfectly. anyway, i still do not love writing smut but i am insane over this man so whatever, we persevere. everyone go shower mj in lots of love bc she's the best and deserves it. also everyone say thank u @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over this for me. i did not look at this again after she beta'd it so any mistakes are of my own stupidity. <3

Seungcheol is incensed.

What in the fuck are you thinking, showing up here? Ignoring him, walking by him with nothing more than a brush to the elbow and that sultry, electric gaze? A pair of painted-on jeans and a sheer top?

Who the fuck had invited you?

He looks around the room, gaze heavy under his furrowed brow. Bass thumps in his ears, the music so loud he can feel it in his chest. Still, his feet stay planted on the floor, already sticky with spilled alcohol and god knows what else. He needs to find Vernon—just needs something to get through this very unexpected (and very unpleasant) surprise, take the edge off.

But he can’t see through the sea of people. They’re everywhere, occupying every inch of available space in the house, but he just needs a glimpse of that mop of cornflower blue hair. If he could just—

Instead, he sees a streak of white-blond in his peripheral vision. “Soonyoung!” he calls, grabbing the man by the arm. “Hey, have you seen Vernon?”

Soonyoung stares up at him with glassy, bloodshot eyes, his breath already stinking of alcohol as he shrugs and says, “Dunno, hyung. Think he’s upstairs.”

Fingers still wrapped around his bicep, Seungcheol heaves a sigh. “Go find Jeonghan. He’s on babysitting duty and you’re already fucked.”

“I’m fine,” Soonyoung argues, slurred words giving him away immediately.

Seungcheol scoffs. “Bro, you can barely stand and you reek of shitty vodka. Go drink some water.”

As he sends Soonyoung away, he can feel eyes boring into him, tension wound tight in the center of his back that refuses to dissipate no matter how many times he rolls his shoulders. He turns slowly, already knowing exactly what he’ll find, but knowing does little to stop the hitch of breath as he takes you in.

And he hates it. Fuck, he hates the effect you have on him more than anything.

Hates that he’s still pining after you. Hates that all you have to do is look at him and he’s putty in your hands. Hates that you’re the first person he looks for in a room, the last person on his mind before he falls asleep. Hates you, hates that all of this is unreciprocated, because if Choi Seungcheol is anything, it’s proud. He’s rich, he’s good-looking, he’s pre-law, and the president of this fraternity, for fuck’s sake—he should not be hung up on a girl.

But he’d been doomed from the beginning. Ever since you’d been assigned to him as a challenge to overcome, an impossible task to conquer, he’d been helplessly, pathetically smitten with you.

And fuck if you didn’t know it, too.

So, it’s a game now. A lifetime’s worth of pining for Seungcheol all because his frat was misogynistic and refused to keep up with the times. They’d nodded in your direction and laughed at the confusion on his face, the knot between his brows. Seungcheol couldn’t figure out why his initiation was to fuck a girl, one his brothers wouldn’t even address by name, but when he’d approached you at a party and you’d immediately told him to go fuck himself, he’d figured it out pretty quick.

Call it determination, call it a stubborn streak that refused to quit, but the two of you soon came to a reluctant agreement: you would let Seungcheol lie to his frat, figuring he was attractive enough that people thinking you’d slept together wouldn’t be complete social suicide, and he’d owe you a favor you’d keep in your back pocket for as long as it took to cash in.

Which hadn’t taken long. The stress of finals that first year had gotten to all of you, and it wasn’t long before you were at his door looking for his drug-dealing roommate and a quick fuck.

That was the second time Seungcheol had been doomed to hopeless pining, because once he had you, he knew it’d be impossible to let you go.

Short of outright saying the words, he’d all but told you as much during some alcohol-induced brain shortage junior year. And, in turn, you’d all but laughed in his face.

Right.

Of course.

That was to be expected.

So, you’d continued your… well, whatever this is: quick fucks when both of you were bored or lonely or horny, usually under the influence of something illegal; a mutually tense but beneficial relationship for each of you, because you had been Seungcheol’s initiation and the initiation itself awarded him connections and opportunities. You got a back-up plan. A safe body and warm bed to retreat to when the need arose—one who clearly wanted it to be something more, but was, all things considered, fine with the current arrangement. Didn’t pressure you.

But, as was also to be expected, it was never going to be that simple when feelings got involved. When he started feeling slighted. When he wanted you so bad he ached with it sometimes and it was beneath you to care. Which is why he really, really needs to find Vernon. If he’s going to endure an entire party with you, he’s not going to do it sober.

He takes the steps two at a time, feet stumbling onto the landing as soon as he reaches it. Vernon’s door is the third on the left, and he can hear a separate, distinct bass line from the one booming downstairs that hums louder the closer he gets.

And Vernon knows. Of course he does, because he’s yanking his door open before Seungcheol has even raised a hand to knock, the stench of weed seeping out into the hallway, and all he needs is a quick look at Seungcheol before he pulls the door open wider and says, “Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States of America,” as if he’s speaking into a microphone. When Seungcheol doesn’t react, he awkwardly tacks on, “Hi, hyung. I’m assuming she’s here.”

Seungcheol nods, dumbly, and stands as awkwardly in the center of the room as someone who’s about to ask their roommate for drugs tends to be. “Yeah.” Shoves his hands in the pockets of his overpriced jeans so Vernon can’t see the sheen of sweat.

“You looking for somethin’ specific?” he asks, rifling through the top drawer of a tall dresser. “Like, is this an I’m about to fuck her the rest of the night visit or an I need something to help me forget she doesn’t actually like me visit?”

The words come like a reflex. “Fuck you,” he seethes. Vernon’s not wrong, per se, but he didn’t have to go and just… say it like that.

Vernon just shrugs, one side of his worn-out collar slipping down his shoulder as he does so, and Seungcheol can’t tell if he’s actually dressed for the party or not. “Gonna guess it’s the second one, then.”

Seungcheol scoffs. “Well, it’s not,” he insists, knowing damn well he should let it go, that he’s just digging himself a bigger hole, but the truth sits in the pit of his stomach like lead.

And, really, he knows he just needs to accept it. That little strand of hope hasn’t brought him anything but more pain—allowed him to delude himself into thinking it could be something more, something tangible—and it’s time to let it go.

You don’t want more.

You don’t want the label and the relationship.

You don’t want him.

He knows this, but it still tastes sour in his mouth. Still tastes like the chill of autumn when you’d first showed up at his door all that time ago. Tastes like all the blunts you’ve shared and the liquor from all the parties you’d snuck away in the middle of. Tastes like the sharp notes of your perfume, the ones that’d coat his tongue when he’d kiss down your neck—the same notes that stain his bedsheets.

Mostly, it’s the pitying look Vernon’s giving him that hurts the most. He’s above pity. Doesn’t need it, especially not from Vernon Chwe, but it hurts all the same to be on the receiving end of it.

“Give me whatever you’ve got.”

Vernon’s face quickly morphs into surprised concern. “Uh, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I mean, I’ve got some pretty heavy shit here.”

Heat flares in his belly. The pity was bad enough—now he wants to be patronizing? “Then give me whatever the fuck you think I need,” he snaps. “I don’t care. I don’t have time for this shit.”

“Well, you definitely need to chill,” Vernon mumbles. “You want some dabs?”

“No. Something…” The word feels thick in his mouth. Stronger implies that Seungcheol does heavy drugs, and that’s not true. “Else,” he finally finishes.

Vernon sighs as he continues rifling through the drawer. “Your dad would fucking kill me if I gave you my real heavy shit, so…” He pauses, eyebrows raising in triumph as he finds what he was looking for: a small baggie filled halfway with some nondescript powder. “You want a bump?”

Maybe he should be ashamed at how quickly he agrees, at the urgency and greed with which he grabs the baggie from Vernon’s fingers, but he just needs something. Needs the distraction, the brain fog. He shoves it in his back pocket next to his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

Vernon wrinkles his nose. “Nah. Consider that one a freebie. No offense, but you’re a real piece of shit when you’re like this.”

The implication only pisses him off more. Seungcheol is loaded—he can afford to pay his drug dealer, thank you very much—but he’s not like anything. “I’m sorry?”

True to his nature, Vernon barely shrugs. “I’ll put it on your tab, hyung,” he says in a way that implies he’s not at all going to do that and is only saying so to get the fraternity president off his back.

Jeonghan (23:12) Better come get your girl. Kim Mingyu’s dick looks like it’s halfway up her ass by now. Jeonghan (23:12) Uh oh! I think I just saw a testicle

Seungcheol stares down at his phone, hands trembling in anger. Of course it’s Mingyu. That pathetic loser has been taking up residence on the subs bench ever since you’d made out with him months ago in an admittedly successful attempt at payback. Seungcheol had hooked up with some downgrade at a party one time and you’d gone and made out with his friend. It was hardly a fair trade.

Seungcheol (23:14) Good for Mingyu, he can deal with her then Seungcheol (23:14) I’m busy Jeonghan (23:14) Doing what? Jerking off in the upstairs bathroom again? Jeonghan (23:15) Do you know what size condom he wears btw? Looks like I might need to fetch him one if you don’t want to take care of another man’s baby Jeonghan (23:16) Although, to be fair, you might want to sit this one out. He has way better bone structure than you. Might be a blessing in disguise Seungcheol (23:16) Fuck you Jeonghan (23:16) Better be nice to me, Choi Seungcheolie~ that might be the only fuck you get tonight

Seungcheol needs better friends. He needs a lot of things, really, but number one on his to-do list is to never let Jeonghan be on babysitting duty ever again. Somehow he’d forgotten how obnoxious Yoon Jeonghan is when he isn’t stoned and half-asleep on a couch somewhere.

For now, he just stomps down the hallway; locks himself in his room and doesn’t bother to turn on the light. He’s not going to be here long. Just enough time to do this line, change his t-shirt, and come up with a game plan, because he’s not going to let Mingyu even entertain the thought of being able to have you but he also can’t appear desperate. Not just to you, but to everyone else. Choi Seungcheol is not clingy, especially not over a girl.

Especially especially over a girl who doesn’t even want him like that.

But the longer he sits in the dark, the more trouble he has finding his resolve. Can’t bring himself to dig that baggie out of his pocket. Can’t drag his t-shirt over his head. Can’t bring himself to think about anything other than Mingyu’s hands all over you, and fuck, does that image drive him insane.

Does he touch you like Seungcheol does?

Does he coax those same jagged whimpers from your mouth like Seungcheol does?

Does his semi-hard cock feel as good pressed against you?

God, he’s so fucked. Utterly and completely fucked. And he wonders if this would be as bad if he’d just kept his mouth shut, took that secret to his grave instead of fooling himself into thinking it could be more. If it wouldn’t have devolved into… this. You’d always told him not to get attached, that sex was just sex and there was no need to ruin a good thing. But Seungcheol is a selfish man, always has been, and what if? is a dangerous question.

Jeonghan (23:36) Wow, you’re a fucking pussy. Stop hiding in your room like a little bitch. Seungcheol (23:36) Fuck off

He can’t go down there. Not because he’s a coward, but because he’s barely tethered to his sanity as it is. Something about you brings him out of his mind, makes him toss whatever good judgment he has left to the wind. Seungcheol is far too impulsive when it comes to you, reckless in ways that have all twenty years of his social training weeping in a corner; have alarm bells ringing in his brain. So, no, he can’t go downstairs right now because he knows he’ll do something stupid. Stick not only his foot but his entire lower body in it. He should’ve listened, yet here he is, dick pulled halfway out of his jeans because the thought of you alone gets him hard but his pride won’t let him jerk off to the image of anyone touching you that’s not him.

Forget whatever Jeonghan had called him. He’s a fucking fool. A moonstruck, delusional fool who’d tricked himself into thinking he could swim when he can barely tread water.

You (23:41) Something wrong?

Oh, here we fucking go, he thinks. Because this is Seungcheol’s game—one he’d perfected years ago, the one where he’s coy and chilly, never too eager, never committed. Just a little bit of a tease. Barely enough to keep them on the hook, a little needy; still enough to keep them coming back. But you’d taken one look at him all those years ago and had him pegged immediately. Figured out his game and learned the rules, used them against him. Now you watch him flounder with a smile on your face.

Seungcheol (23:42) Never knew you were so needy baby. First you show up uninvited and now youre missing me?

But just because there’s now a player two doesn’t mean he’s doomed to lose. He knows how you look when you’re on your knees for him. Knows how you sound when you’re begging to cum and stuttering out his name like you’re singing hymns. Knows how you look with your eyes rolled back after he’s fucked you dumb. Kim Mingyu doesn’t know shit.

Seungcheol knows he’s the only one fortunate enough to experience you like this.

And god does it kill him.

You (23:44) Don’t act stupid

A pleased exhale of laughter, an equally-smug smirk. Yeah, this is still Seungcheol’s game, the crown still sitting atop his head. You can let Mingyu grind his dick against you all you want, but Seungcheol is still the one you’re seeking out, pouting at the fact he hasn’t come to find you yet.

You (23:44) Mingyu invited me

Oh, you’re good—know just which buttons to press and how much pressure to use. Whatever smug expression Seungcheol had been wearing slides off his face immediately, tongue pressing into his cheek.

Seungcheol (23:46) And yet youre looking for me? You (23:47) Don’t have to look for you to know you’re upstairs sulking in your room because Jeonghan tattled on me like a fucking five year old Seungcheol (23:49) Maybe you should come up here then Seungcheol (23:49) Away from prying eyes

You don’t reply immediately. It’s just long enough for Seungcheol’s brain to conjure up something indecent—the way you’ll straddle him, the way his cock will feel pressed against the apex of your thighs; the goosebumps that’ll raise on his arms when you work your tongue along his neck, that spot near his collarbone you know he likes. His cock throbs against the confines of his jeans when he thinks about the devastated look on Mingyu’s face when you make up some excuse to get away from him, to traipse up the stairs and fall into Seungcheol’s bed, when he realizes he’s not going to have you.

You (23:56) It’d be pretty rude to leave my date, don’t you think? You (23:57) If you want me so bad, come down here and get me yourself

Seungcheol doesn’t play games; doesn’t compete because he has no competition. He’s always been given whatever he wants on a silver platter, no questions asked, so he’s wholly unprepared for this turn of events. What he knows he should do (respond to your text and tell you to fuck off, that you know where he is should you stop being a brat and change your mind) is not what he does (tucks his dick back in his jeans, finally throws on a clean t-shirt, and takes his time descending the stairs so he doesn’t look too eager), because logical thought gets tossed out the window entirely wherever you’re concerned.

“Ah, if it isn’t our resident pissbaby making his grand re-entrance.”

Seungcheol clenches his jaw for the nth time and glares. “Fuck off, Jeonghan.”

The man in question laughs—the annoying raspy one that grates on Seungcheol’s nerves—and hands over a cup of something brown and pungent. “Well, judging from your attitude, and the fact you’re barely hiding that boner you’ve got, you clearly didn’t spend your time away jerking off. What finally got you down here, the promise of cheap whiskey I nicked off some freshman or the fact that your girlfriend’s about two seconds from getting a public indecency charge courtesy of Kim Mingyu?”

Well. Jeonghan may be an asshole but he’s not wrong. Even through the crowd of people and the haze of whatever’s in his cup and a contact high, Seungcheol spots you immediately. Your back is pressed against Mingyu’s chest, his fingers gripping tight at your waist as you roll your hips in time with his. Whatever manufactured filth he’s whispering to you draws a smile, causes you to reach up and tug sharply at his hair. Fuck, Seungcheol can almost hear Mingyu’s moan from across the room, and his blood quickly heats to a rapid boil.

Another chuckle from the demon beside him. “Stop fucking laughing,” Seungcheol snaps, still unable to take his eyes off of you. “Fuck this. I’m going back upstairs. Make sure everyone’s out of here by three. I’m not paying for another noise citation.”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “I’m absolutely not going to do that.” He shoves a bottle of something in Seungcheol’s hand. “Take this and think of me when you’re crying yourself to sleep because Mingyu stole guaranteed pussy right out of your hands.”

“Why do you do this?” Seungcheol asks, shoving at Jeonghan’s shoulder roughly. “You never know when to fucking quit.”

Another streak of white-blond. “Hey, no fighting!” Soonyoung slurs, trying his best to push Seungcheol to the other side of the kitchen with his useless, limp arms.

This attracts the attention of Joshua, who struts into the room looking straight out of Fashion Week, much like he always does. He hasn’t even broken a sweat. “Aw, are Mom and Dad fighting again?” he asks, his lips tugged into a smirk. He ignores Seungcheol’s scowl as he fixes himself a drink. “You know Mingyu only does it to get a reaction out of you,” Joshua adds, quieter this time, as if he’s telling Seungcheol a secret only meant for the two of them to share.

“What’s her excuse, then?” Seungcheol fires back, because even if he doesn’t like it, Joshua’s right. This is exactly the kind of behavior he’d expect from resident campus whore Kim Mingyu, but he never expected you to go along with it.

Joshua cocks an eyebrow. “She doesn’t need an excuse, Cheol. She’s not your girl.”

Even though it’s a truth he already knows, it somehow hurts worse being spoken in plaintext, a hushed conversation in a crowded kitchen. Being let down gently. Seungcheol knows he needs to make a decision. He needs to let you go and start moving on with his life; can’t be having these quasi-meltdowns during frat parties anymore. Can’t be possessive and spiteful. You don’t want him. Everyone knows you don’t want him, so that’s all there is to it. Maybe you’ll want Mingyu and he can finally wash his hands of this forever, scrape the jealousy off his tongue.

He steels himself. Rolls his shoulders back, cracks his neck. Navigates the crowd in the living room until he reaches you and your so-called date. Grabs you by the elbow—gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt but firm enough to send a message—and says the two of you need to talk. Upstairs. Now. Mingyu just smiles like he knew this was coming and presses a pointless, wasted kiss just below your ear. Seungcheol tells him to fuck off, too, and Mingyu grins wider, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

As he guides you to his room, he doesn’t think about the way your hand fits in his. Doesn’t think about how this is going to be the last time he has you. Doesn’t think about who’ll have you after. Doesn’t bother to wonder if you’ve finally changed your mind like he had all those other times he’d walked this same familiar path with you in tow. Because it’s the last time. Whatever happens once it’s over is out of his control.

Perhaps that’s what it’d always been about. Seungcheol has always been spoiled and selfish and so terribly, terribly desperate to prove he’s more than his family name and family money. So, yeah, he’d wanted the control; wanted what was never his for the taking. You’d always been the opposite—his perfect little counterpart. Always so pliant and careless and free: everything Seungcheol tried so hard to be but couldn’t, and that’s where the switch flipped.

Someone like you isn’t meant to be controlled.

What he used to want so badly now tastes rancid in his mouth.

The door locks behind you. Seungcheol doesn’t meet your eye as he says, “You got what you wanted. Are you done being a fucking brat?” It’s not a tone he usually takes. Usually he’s dirty, a little possessive, willing to let you set the pace. He doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches. “I asked you a question.”

“Seungcheol—”

He clicks his tongue, stalks closer until you’re nearly in his grasp. Your eyes close instinctively as if you’re expecting his mouth on yours. Instead, he threads his long fingers in your hair and pulls. “What’s so hard about answering a simple yes or no question? Did you really want Mingyu’s dick so bad you’ve gone dumb all of a sudden?”

You gasp. “No.”

“No what?” Seungcheol chides. “No, you’re not done being a brat? Or no, you weren’t just downstairs acting desperate and pathetic for mediocre cock?” He runs his thumb across the seam of your lips, follows their movements as you speak.

“I wasn’t—”

A low, mocking chuckle. “You were, baby.” Sounds condescending; speaks to you like you’re a stupid child. He’s so close to you now. Can smell the tang of your skin, the sticky notes of your perfume. Feels your breath fan against his own sweat-slick skin. Still avoids your gaze, because as domineering as he appears, he knows he can unravel just as quickly. “Take your clothes off. This is the last time I’m gonna fuck you and I’m not going to ask twice.”

Now you truly look caught off-guard. “What?” Still he ignores you, expensive silver rings clinking into a dish on his dresser one by one, expensive watch following. “What do you mean the last time?”

Deft fingers play at the buttons on his shirt. Not silk, but just as expensive. “Shit. You’re really testing my patience, you know.” You’re still standing at the edge of his bed, staring dumbly as if he’s just going to start spilling all his secrets, give you some kind of explanation. “I believe I told you to strip.”

Unlike Seungcheol, your fingers tremble as they work at buttons and zippers and hemlines, push down denim and remove heels. It’s clear you’re trying to work out what he’s playing at—if this is some punishment for fucking around with Mingyu or if he really means it—but you’re not going to risk asking. Things between the two of you are already tense as it is. Seungcheol has never been wound this tight, never been so ready to snap.

“That’s it,” he praises once you’re left in nothing but a skimpy underwear set you know he likes. “Look at you. Fucking gorgeous. I bet that’s why you think you can get away with embarrassing me, huh?” He grabs your chin, forces you to meet his gaze for the first time since he’d dragged you up here. “Get on your knees. I’m getting tired of repeating myself.”

It’s not an unfamiliar sight—as it is, you usually leave Seungcheol’s room with bruised knees on a good night—but it settles differently in his gut this time. Because he’d dared a glance at you once and knows he can’t do it again, so he watches the top of your head as you fumble with his belt buckle and looks away whenever he thinks you might risk a glance upwards. Finds some point on the wall to focus on. Hisses through his teeth when you pull his cock from his briefs, your hands cold against his flushed skin.

All he wants to do is kiss you. Draw this out. Give you a memorable last time, maybe mark you up a little. He really wants to savor the feeling of your tongue on his cock, but all he can focus on is the fact that he’ll never be enveloped in that wet heat again. He’s never going to feel your mouth working him over, feel you humming around his length because he knows you love the weight of it, you love wrenching away that little bit of control, turning him into a mess.

But he’s not going to dwell. He’s going to thumb at the hinge of your jaw, force it open just wide enough for his cock to fit inside. Then he’s going to fist your hair into a makeshift ponytail, grip it tight, use it to guide your mouth until there’s only an inch of space between you. He’s going to stare down at you, silently revel in how fucked out you look already even though he hasn’t touched you. He’s going to watch the way your fingers dig into your thighs because they can’t touch him. Then he’s going to say—

“Beg me. Beg me to let you suck my cock.”

There’s a flicker of hesitation. Seungcheol doesn’t talk to you like this. This is not the kind of dynamic the two of you have, and Seungcheol finds himself wondering if things would be different if it was. If he’d never started going so easy on you. Would you want him then? Or would you have left a long time ago?

He’s half-expecting you to do that now. You look ready to bolt, to pull your clothes back on and tell him to go fuck himself on the way out. Probably go straight back to Mingyu, let him fuck you hard but routine, the way Seungcheol usually does, the way he knows you like. He expects you to leave, and this is the last time, anyway, so he figures he has nothing left to lose.

“I’m going soft,” he snaps, the admonishment harsh on his tongue. When you look up at him, his jaw is clenched, eyes narrow. “You have one fucking job and you can’t even do that properly? Who’s going to want a dumb little whore that can’t follow simple instructions?”

He watches your eyes squeeze shut involuntarily. Wonders if he’s gone too far before deciding he doesn’t care if he has. It’s the last time, anyway, so it’s not like it matters. Watches the indents in your thighs grow deeper. Watches you inhale and try to steady your breathing.

Watches your eyes snap open, any trace of hesitation long gone. “Did you make that other girl beg for you?”

Seungcheol snorts, amusement showing all over his face. “Is that what this is about? You’re still mad I hooked up with some other girl so you act like this?” He clicks his tongue at you, fists his cock, slicking it up. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” you answer simply, “I’m just trying to figure out why you think you can speak to me however the fuck you want.”

Seungcheol’s hand stutters along his length before it stills, your words sharp and immediate against his skin. He should’ve known. Shouldn’t have thought something like this would work on you, that you’d like it, and he’s halfway to soft and throwing his hands up and tucking his dick back into his briefs when you say, “Answer the question.”

“What?”

You tsk. Move your hands from your thighs to his, nails pressing just deep enough to leave crescent moons behind that match your own. Something for someone else to see. “Did you make her beg for you?”

Seungcheol’s brain power decreases the higher your palms go, when your thumbs press into the dimples of his hips. Can barely choke out a hissed yes, yeah, fu-fuck when your hand covers his, fingers wrapping tightly around his own as you guide it back and forth, up and down the length of his cock. “What did you make her beg for, Cheol?”

“To—to to-touch me.”

You hum. Tighten your grip on Seungcheol’s hand and laugh as his hips roll involuntarily, seeking the friction. “Touch you how? Like this?”

“Yeah—fuck, yes, like this.”

“Did she? Did she listen to you like a good girl?” Your hand leaves Seungcheol’s only to collect the precum at his tip. “Don’t get all shy now, Cheolie.” You suck your thumb into your mouth and he whines. “Was she a good girl for you?”

You sit back on your haunches. Watch him jerk himself off. “Yeah,” he finally says, word cracking in the middle. “Boring, though. Not like—not like you.”

“No one is like me,” you admonish. “I could’ve told you that for free, before you went off and fucked someone else.”

“Not an idiot,” Seungcheol replies, the pace of his hand quickening. He’s playing a dangerous game; approaching the cliff edge at a dangerous pace. “No-nothing comes for free with you.”

All you do is smile, lopsided and smug. “Mm, that’s true. Guess your little dom moment earlier can just be chalked up to momentary stupidity, hm?” Seungcheol wants to nod, wants apologies to tumble from his lips until you shut him up, but his palm is so slick against his dick, fist tight enough to white out his vision. “Did you make her beg to suck your cock?”

Truth be told, Seungcheol can’t remember much of anything right now. He’s perilously close to coming, right at that precipice, and each filthy word that slips from your mouth just pushes him further to the edge. He remembers Chan inviting him to a party. He remembers a few drinks, a few hits from a blunt, compliments of Vernon; he remembers a girl making eyes at him from across the room—eyes that had looked a lot like yours in the haze of his crossfade. He remembers a locked bathroom and the sound of his voice as he told that girl how to touch him so it felt like you. He remembers her doing whatever he told her to, remembers how eager and submissive she was, how she didn’t mouth off to him the way you always do—

Remembers how unsatisfying it’d been when he came.

You’ve ruined him.

Not a revelation. Not even close to one. Seungcheol has known this for a long time, but that doesn’t mean annoyance doesn’t flare in his belly at the reminder. You don’t want him. Being so hung up on you isn’t doing him any favors, just means he’ll have a longer drop when this is all over. God, what the fuck is he doing?

He wants you so badly he’s aflame with it. He wants you so badly he can barely look at you anymore. He wants you so badly it consumes him, drives him insane, has him all fucked up and seething. He wants you, he wants you, he—

Loves.

Reality washes over him like a cold wave. Knocks him backwards, drowning, desperately trying to remember how to breathe. In, out; in, out—and none of it changes a goddamn thing.

Four years of this. Four years of touches exchanged in the dark, behind locked doors. Four years of yearning and trying and failing. Four years of everything getting lost in translation, because it’s hitting him now, but shouldn’t he have felt it before? Shouldn’t all those ‘drive me fuckin’ crazy, can’t fucking stand you’s he spoke into the crook of your neck rang hollow?

“Cheol—” you say, because you asked him something, tried to play along with this whole stupid charade, and he knows he’s frozen, just standing there, hand still wrapped around his cock, and he needs to say something, he needs to fix this—

“I’m a liar,” is what he comes up with. You’re still staring up at him, brows furrowed, pinched in the middle. Move, he wills himself, but nothing happens. “I’m a liar,” he says again, because if he says it enough you’ll believe it. “I’m sorry. I’m—”

“What are you talking about?”

He swallows. I’m in love with you, he wants to say. Feels the weight of the words on his tongue, heavy and pressing, and he thinks you should know. Even if you don’t feel the same, he thinks you deserve to know, but the way you’re looking at him—

He can’t bring himself to say it.

But he can—“Can I show you instead?”

Slowly, you nod. Seungcheol nods, too, still feeling off-kilter as he cradles your face in his hands, thumbs in the contours of your cheeks. Moves them down your neck, your shoulders, down the length of your arms. You meet him halfway, twining your fingers together, and he helps you stand, careful and considerate. At full height, he places a hand in the small of your back to tug you closer, kisses you like it’s the end of the world. Whines into your mouth at your familiar taste, and if he lets himself be delusional enough, he can pretend there’s form and substance to those sounds, that their edges are squared-off to form the words he wants to say.

Because it really might be the end of the world. Seungcheol has never known how to play the cards he’s been dealt when it comes to you. Always gets it wrong. Feints one way when he’s meant to go the other, takes the field with two left feet, always playing catch-up. Maybe the mistake was treating it like a game. Maybe the mistake was strategizing, only playing to win, because he lays you gently on his bed, fits his body in the space you create for him between your legs, and realizes he already won a long time ago.

He won the first time your eyes met. He won the first time he’d kissed you, more nerves and teeth than anything else. He won the first time you tucked yourself against his side and stared at his bedroom ceiling, half-smoked joint between your fingers, and made fun of the stupid flag he’d hung up. He won every time you took all the bullshit he threw at you and dished it right back. He won every time he had the privilege of tracing mindless shapes into your soft skin.

Every second of your time you chose to give him—all victories.

He presses in further. Groans when your hands move to his shoulders and grip tight; when your nails dig into the skin of his back. “I’ve been so stupid,” he says, punctuating his words with a nip at your ear. Smirks out of the corner of his mouth at your shuddering breath. “Haven’t I?”

“Yeah,” you answer, rolling your hips upward. He grabs at you desperately, tries to keep you still; hisses when you swat his hands away and redouble your efforts. “You’ve been a fucking asshole for a—for a while.”

You can’t see the way he pouts. Wonders, too, if that would work on you, if it’d earn him one of those rare moments of tenderness. “Well I’m trying to—shit, baby—trying to make it up to you, but you seem pretty determined to make me bust right now.”

He can see the way you roll your eyes. See the way the corners crinkle after as you laugh softly, breathlessly, still trying to chase a high Seungcheol refuses to provide. “You deserve it. You tried to dom me, you dickhead.”

Embarrassment sits obvious on his ruddy cheeks. He hides his face in the crook of your neck so you don’t see it, don’t have something to poke at him with later, but you’re having none of it. You thread your fingers through his hair and tug gently, forceful enough to have him pliable, and there it is: there are stars in your eyes as you stare up at him, tender and soft just like he hoped you’d look, and he misses the feeling of your nails on your scalp until you’re tugging at the delicate chain around his neck and pulling him closer. “Just kiss me and we’ll call it even.”

This is how it feels to get struck by lightning, he thinks. Every part of him is on fire, and he’s content to burn as his lips find yours. He sighs happily into your mouth, hikes your thigh higher around his middle, presses in to lay claim to what little space is left between you. Seungcheol is so close he can feel the rapid pace of your heartbeat, because this is not the way you usually kiss. What used to be dirty and quick, a means to an end, now has intent, purpose. He’s kissing you like he wants to steal the air from your lungs to replace it with something better.

Trails those same kisses down the length of your body. Open-mouthed at your neck, your collarbones, the space between your breasts. Teasing and slow in the space between each rib, just to watch the way your skin pebbles. Hungry and insistent at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, because if he’s feeling this unhinged, he wants you right there with him. Can’t bear the thought of still being in this alone. Not anymore.

“Legs over my shoulders.” You listen immediately, and Seungcheol mutters a quiet fuck at the sight before him. “God, you’re so wet.”

“No shit—”

He swats at your clit, delighting in the way your body jolts. “Hush. The only thing I wanna hear out of your smart mouth from now on is my fucking name.” And then he’s diving in.

He eats you out like a man starved; like he could do this every day for the rest of his life and he still wouldn’t be satisfied. Can’t help but rut against the mattress at the way you taste, the way your thighs tighten around his head, the sting as you pull at his hair. Places both hands beneath your ass to lift and drag you closer to his waiting mouth—licks at you wet and feverish, all of this seemingly more for him than it is for you, and you’ll get tired of it soon, just like you always do. You’ll tell him—

“Do it right, Cheol, please—”

And he’ll pull away and tsk, swat at you again. His responding laugh will be cocky and derisive when your body trembles again, frantic with the need for more. “What did I say, baby? Do you not trust me to make you come?” You cock an eyebrow, torn between throwing some sarcastic remark at him and following the rules long enough to get what you want. His voice grows serious as he presses a soft kiss to your core. “I will always take care of you.”

The rest is muscle memory.

The rest has a chorus of Cheol, Cheol, Seungcheol spilling from your lips as he suctions his own around your clit. The rest has you grinding your pussy against his face. The rest has him groaning at the way he’s so wholly consumed by you: the taste of you on his tongue, face soaked, two fingers pressed deep into your cunt. The rest has him saying that’s it, baby, come on my face, I know you can and feeling delirious when he finally pushes you over the edge; when your walls clench around his fingers, breathing fractured, when you grab at him until you’re eye-level and you’re licking into his mouth to taste yourself.

Tastes a lot like I love you.

“Want you to ride me,” he says, gaze half-lidded and pleading. You whine as he moves his thumb back to your clit, tracing slow, slow, slow circles, oversensitive. “Will you do that for me?”

The party seems so far away. Grows even further away when you nod and straddle his lap. Seungcheol sits up, tells you to wrap your legs around him. Can’t stand not touching you; needs every inch of his skin to be covered by you like a bruise—something deep that’ll last for days, weeks, months. The mottled colors will change, but it’ll still be there.

“Need you, Cheol,” you whisper, kissing his eyelids. He hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes.

“You have me,” he answers, but it sounds foreign to his ears—sounds wretched, like the words have been punched out of him. It sounds like forfeit. “Always have.”

You pull back. Study his face. Run over his plush bottom lip with your thumb. It feels like an eternity of silence before you speak. “No, I haven’t,” you insist, tone insistent but delicate, like you’re trying to convince him of it, too. “Not like this.”

I love you.

You lift your hips just enough to sink down on his cock. Seungcheol’s moan is loud and unabashed, not afraid to let anyone hear the way you make him feel. All he can think is familiar: he knows your blinding white heat; has made countless homes in your tight grip he still holds the keys to; has done this so many goddamn times it’s second nature.

He was an absolute fool to think he could ever walk away.

You roll your hips, taking him deeper like you’ve got something to prove, body moving on its own sinuous accord. Seungcheol loves you like this, when you know exactly what you want and aren’t afraid to take it. When you press sloppy kisses to his neck, the column of his throat. When he grabs at your hips, tries to move you faster along the length of his cock, and you swat his hands away. When your rhythmic up-and-down turns into a slow grind that has you gasping and breathless, pussy spasming around him.

“Goddamn, I love this pussy,” he chokes out, fingers gripping tightly at the sheets since he can’t touch you. He’s mindless with pleasure, feels himself start babbling nonsense he can’t make sense of, and it’s overwhelming, having you like this. Isn’t sure how he’s survived this long, but maybe you were right.

Maybe it was never like this before.

Usually he’d take you from behind, quick and dirty, hands digging into the meat of your ass, palm cracking down on it every now and then, imparting white heat of his own. Usually he’d have you beneath him, knees pressed to your chest, all condescension as you told him, eyes rolled back, that he was too deep, that you couldn’t take it, and he’d rub at your clit and tell you you could as he dragged another orgasm out of you. Usually he’d be so frenzied and worked up he’d take you against the door, sweats pushed to mid-thigh, forearms straining as they held you up.

So, yeah—this is different. This is a patient, sensual dance to the finish line. This is Seungcheol in his rawest form: a live wire, vulnerable, anxious. This is the unknown, because something has to come after but he doesn’t know what it is.

This is Seungcheol throwing caution to the wind, leaning in close enough to taste the salt on your skin, and saying, “I love you.”

This is Seungcheol planting his feet and fucking up into you, unwilling to hear your response. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, but sometimes bliss is just bliss, and he’ll willingly take either.

This is you coming undone on his cock, breathing rapid and ragged, pupils blown wide as you stare at him in awe.

“Say it again.”

Someone slams into the wall just outside Seungcheol’s door, and all at once the real world creeps back in: the thrumming bass line of the music downstairs; laughter, shouting, and yelling; fists banging on shut doors—but he hears you loud and clear. Presses each word into your mouth this time and groans when you swallow them. Barely makes a sound as he spills inside of you, feeling like every nerve in his body is aflame.

The two of you are quiet for a time as you try to catch your breath. Seungcheol only moves to grab his duvet and wrap it around your shoulders, smiling fondly at the small thank you you mumble, seemingly still bogged down, well-fucked.

He presses a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Okay?”

You nod, push at him until he lays back and pulls you with him, lets you use his firm chest as a pillow. That flag you’d made fun of before isn’t up there anymore, but Seungcheol feels warm at the memory anyway, almost laughs at the comment he imagines you’d make.

Clears his throat. Tries to find his courage. “I really am sorry,” he tells you again, because it doesn’t matter if he loves you if he doesn’t know how to be good at it.

“I know, Cheol,” comes your easy reply. You’re tracing shapes on his stomach that have his muscles contracting. “I know you love me, too.” You sigh, press your lips to his rib cage. “Who knew it’d only take making out with Mingyu to get you to admit it.”

A wild laugh tumbles out of him. “Fuck off.” He can feel your grin.

“You got a fucked up way of showing it, though.”

He hums, holds onto you a little tighter. “Go easy on me, I only figured it out about an hour ago.”

“An hour?” you faux-gasp, make like you’re about to leave. “I’m outta here. I know my worth. If I’m going to say it back to someone, they need to be in love with me for at least two.”

He chokes at the implication, heart threatening to beat right out of his chest and into yours. He knows he looks exactly like the moonstruck, loved-up loser he is, and he coughs to cover it. “That’s what I said,” he lies. “Two hours. You must’ve heard it wrong.”

No, it was never like this.

[ashwhowrites]

Hi, I just want to say that I adore your writing. I want to ask if you could write a Billy x reader fic, where reader is part of hellfire and Billy develops a crush on the reader to the point where Max is irritated by how lovesick he is. Max tells him to ask her out as it’s obvious that he likes her but Billy makes up an excuse which causes Max to roll her eyes and tell him to grow up. Billy asks the reader out and it turns out that she likes him too and it turns out that they have a lot in common (for example their shared love of metalica). On the Monday following the date during lunch Jason starts picking the hellfire table and calls them all freaks, Billy gets protective over the reader and punches him telling him to stay the hell away from his girl. This probably isn’t the best idea but if you do choose to write it, I can’t wait to read it

I hope this is what you were hoping for and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting and your kind words<3

Not freaks

When Max first wanted to join Hellfire, Billy laughed his ass off. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. She didn't want to tell him or deal with him making fun of her, but she needed to be picked up. She'd seen Eddie drive, and she didn't want any part of that. He made Billy look like a safe driver.

Billy didn't agree, but he didn't have a choice. He knew Neil would lose his head if something happened to Max. He was smacking his steering wheel as he jammed out to Metallica. His speakers were loud and he was smoking his cigarette.

"Bye Max! See you tomorrow, tell your ride a great song" Billy threw out his cigarette, unlocking his door as he looked toward the passenger side. Max slid in as she waved off to a girl. A girl Billy never noticed before. He slightly leaned towards Max to see her but Max shoved him.

"Space! Jeez," Billy rolled his eyes at her comment and watched as the girl walked to her car. Even from the back of her head, she had Billy's attention, in more ways than one.

~~~

Billy couldn't recognize the girl and it was driving him insane, but he'd never ask Max. He didn't need her knowing his business or ruining his chance. He paid more attention in the hallways and his classes, searching around to see if he could spot her. But he never did.

"Hellfire ends at eight, so don't be late!" Max demanded, throwing on her backpack. Billy rolled his eyes and went to make a smart remark when that same girl walked up.

"Hey, Max! Are you ready for tonight? I sense Eddie is preparing to destroy all of us." Billy felt himself smiling as the girl giggled. His blue eyes checked her out, taking in her jeans and black sweater. Her black boots gave her a few inches as she ruffled Max's hair.

"Not like he can. We have the control." Max scoffed, she refused to ever seem weak around boys.

Billy coughed as loud as he could, knocking his knuckles on the car hood. Max rolled her eyes and turned around.

"Yes?" She hissed

Billy tried to signal what he wanted, nodding his head towards the girl. Max glared as she turned back.

"This is my asshole brother, Billy," Max announced with a bored tone. Crossing her arms as she smirked back at Billy.

"Y/N." She said, smiling politely as she nodded to him. Billy smirked and nodded back.

"You're the guy with the good music taste." She said, remembering the song that blasted way too loud through his speakers.

"And you're the pretty girl that recognized good taste." Billy smacked on his charming smile, loving how she smiled to the ground at the compliment.

"Gag," Max said, grabbing Y/N's hand and dragging her into the building.

~~~

"Tell me about Y/N" Billy demanded as he took the spot next to Max at the kitchen table. She looked up from her textbook with an annoyed sigh.

"Senior, hot, edgy, sadly your type, and even worse you are hers," Max said, shivering in fake disgust.

"But she's a hellfire freak?" Billy asked. "She doesn't seem to be freakish."

Max rolled her eyes, as usual. "Hellfire doesn't make you a freak, asshole. She's creative and is a damn good player. If anyone took the time to understand how DnD works, you'd realize it's not a freak show. Plus she'd kick your ass if you ever called her or any of us that."

"Is she single?" Billy asked, Max swore he almost looked nervous.

"If she had a boyfriend I would have said that, dingus." Max hissed, slamming her book shut. "I'd like to study in peace."

~~~

Billy had a sense of pride hearing Max say that he was Y/N's type. He honestly never cared to chase a girl, but he kept wondering about her.

During lunch he looked toward the freak hellfire table, seeing her smile. Billy couldn't help but stare, she was a magnet. She was single, but was she into any of them? Billy's eyes set on Eddie, a guy who had long hair like Billy did. A guy who wore leather like Billy did. Listened to cool bands like Billy did. If Billy was her type, would Eddie be too? He watched as she giggled and smacked Eddie's arm. His arm was thrown over her shoulder as he snacked on her fries. Billy took a mental note to ask Max about it.

~~~

"Dudeeeeee, you've asked about her every single day for the past week. Just ask the damn girl out." Max huffed, another night of Billy asking questions. She hated that he was a player and she had to deal with endless girls in her house. But somehow lovesick Billy was even worse.

"Her and I have barely had an interaction. She's not going to say yes to a stranger, Max!" He argued.

"You're not a stranger. I introduced you."

"In a horrible way might I add." Billy said as he glared down at her.

"Oh, whatever. I'm sure she's heard all about you around the halls." Max said, flipping through the TV. Her words made Billy a tad nervous. What if she was turned off by him because of his asshole and fuck boy act. Max looked over at him as he got silent. Her eyes looked over him. He almost looked nervous again.

"Look, you got a reputation and she might not be into that. But if you do like her and are serious about dating not just fucking. I think she'd hear you out." Max said softly, she stood up and patted his back as a sort of comfort. He smiled at the gesture and her words.

"What's her number?"

~~~

Max stood in Billy's door frame laughing as he raced around his room to find out what to wear. He tore apart his closet and dresser.

"Dude, it's a date. Grab jeans and a shirt that isn't unbuttoned all the way." Max advised.

Billy grabbed a classic T-shirt and his favorite jeans, pushing Max out of his room as he closed the door. He got dressed and covered himself in cologne. He hated that he was nervous.

~~~

"Billy I suck at this!" She groaned as she tossed the tiny ball. Billy laughed next to her, winning her skeeball challenge.

"Then why did you make it a competition?"

"Because I'm usually good at everything!" She huffed. Billy smiled at her pout and came behind her.

"Here, let me help." He tried not to melt when he smelled her sweet perfume. His hand covered hers as he swung her arm back.

"Follow this motion, then let the ball go." He instructed, he moved her arm back and forward. Her hand released the ball and went up the ramp. The ball finally made it in.

"YES!" She cheered, turning around as she hugged Billy. Her excitement was contagious as he spun her around.

Once she landed back on her feet, she realized how close their faces were. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned down. His soft lips pressed against hers.

~~~

Billy was still buzzing from the date. A smile on his face as he walked into school. Even Max could notice how happy he was.

He was reading through a car magazine in the cafeteria. Ignoring the commotion around him. Until he heard her voice.

He snapped his head up to see Jason at their table, running his mouth about the freaks and other names in the book. Billy took a deep breath and stood up. He walked over to the table as Y/N stood up and got in Jason's face.

"What are you gonna do, freak bitch?" Before Y/N could even speak, Billy grabbed Jason's shoulder and turned him around. His right fist connected with Jason's jaw, sending him straight to the floor.

"BILLY!" she gasped, grabbing his arm and moving him away. Teachers rushed to check on Jason.

"Talk about my girl or hellfire again, and I'll make sure you can never get back up." Billy hissed.

The hellfire table sat shocked that Billy Hargrove stood up for them. Y/N smiled at her boyfriend and Eddie gave him an approved nod.

Max smiled as she finally saw Billy in a new light, a happy Billy.

[pupyuj]

→ “ruin our friendship.” || kim gaeul x reader fic.

— for years, gaeul has trusted your heart and tried to find whatever good you saw in your douchebag of a boyfriend, but she has had enough. and now she wants to show you that you deserve so much better...

word count: 6.9k.

dynamic: dom!kim gaeul x sub!taken!reader.

warnings: bffs-to-lovers, cheating, oral, fingering, cunnilingus, facesitting, faceriding, overstimulation, masturbation, praise kink.

requested ? : nope.

a/n: i don't even know how long this has been rotting in my drafts but SHE IS FINALLY FREE! and we have our first gaeul fic AND I HAVE OFFICIALLY WRITTEN A FIC FOR EVERY IVE MEMBER EYAYYYY 🥰💖 now i don't have to worry about possibly looking like i favor one member more than the others omg guys i can assure you i have thoughts about ive unnies all the time, the ones for yujin are just loud as FUCK. much like herself. ANYWAYS, HEHE I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS and i hope you all love it 💕

p.s. as usual this is not proofread thoroughly so apologies in advance for any mistakes! 😭💞

ever since entering college, you and your best friend gaeul have had to match your schedules perfectly in order to hang out and even talk regularly. those assignments couldn’t finish themselves after all, as much as you hoped they did. years before, you and her would have the time of your lives shopping and visiting the many different restaurants your vast city offered, but now, everything was different. and in gaeul’s most humble opinion, your busy lives as college students wasn’t the only problem. she could name a few actually! there was her part-time job at her mechanic father’s service shop where she spends most of her time sitting on a chair and listening to middle-aged men try to woo her as they wait for their car to get fixed, and there was your side gig as some small-time coordinator in a pretty popular live house in the downtown part of the city.

but gaeul can’t exactly be angry at your jobs for pulling the two of you away from each other! what she can be angry about was you were always distracted whenever you did go out together. here’s a clear picture: you would be sitting with her in a cute coffee shop after two weeks of not being able to see each other and there gaeul is, talking about the shenanigans that happens in her classes, her dad’s shop, and her life in general. then, she’d find you spacing out, or staring at your phone—just completely ignoring her. for the first few times it happened, gaeul just thought that perhaps you were just worried about your schoolwork!

it made sense after all. you were some kind of academic overachiever that always used to nag at gaeul to finish her geometry homework during your high school days. gaeul was going to be fine with it all; she even thought about things she could tell you to soothe your head but one little peek at your phone screen ruined it all. every ounce of patience in gaeul just disappeared into thin air once she saw that you were distressed because of your stupid boyfriend’s messages.

ugh. your boyfriend.

now, gaeul wasn’t one to shit on her best friend’s lovers just because, okay? ninety-three percent of the time she has a valid reason! here’s the breakdown: your boyfriend is manipulative, abusive, possessive, and ugly. one would say that maybe he wasn’t always that way, or that maybe he’s struggling with things! well, gaeul can confirm that he has always been horrible to you and that whatever the fuck he’s dealing with doesn’t give him the excuse to be such an asshole to someone that genuinely cares for him. gaeul can’t even count how many times you’ve showed up at her doorstep in tears because of him. 

she really can’t understand why you’re still dating him. it’s been about five years since the two of you got together and really, the only good thing you got from that relationship is a ride to the campus and if you’re lucky and he actually feels like being a decent boyfriend for once, some fancy clothes. clothes that he picks out for you, and he can’t even get that shit right! he doesn’t know your style, the kind of clothes you want to wear, the brands you’ve always wanted to get clothes from, and in general, you. gaeul knows people like him all too well. people that only want you to fill a very specific void in their miserable life.

gaeul can’t stand him. you deserve so much better, you can do so much better.

and gaeul is better.

just like that, an idea pops up in gaeul’s head as she sits in a booth in her favorite diner, but she didn’t have time to think about it because she looks out the window and there you were in a pretty, pink sundress with your hair arranged in a cute braid adorned with little butterfly clips. gaeul lets out a chuckle—rei, your roommate, must’ve helped you with that. gaeul also notices that you were wearing the sneakers that the two of you bought together so you could match, which warmed her heart. even more so when she remembers that she was wearing her own pair of those sneakers too!

gaeul watched patiently as you entered the diner and greeted the waitress behind the counter like you always do. a bright smile spreads across your face once you find gaeul in your usual booth, and gaeul feels herself flashing her very own grin as you start walking faster towards her.

“hey! sorry, i’m late. i had to change my entire outfit. i didn’t think it would be so warm today.” you said, pulling gaeul into a quick hug before sitting across from her. gosh, you looked beautiful! the baby hairs that stuck to your forehead and the sides of your face only made you look even cuter, gaeul almost wanted to reach out and pinch your cheeks.

“careful. look any prettier and someone might mistake you as my girlfriend.” gaeul quipped. she finds herself grinning proudly as you laugh.

“you look dashing yourself! they probably already think you’re my boyfriend, but you’re not neglecting me for ‘a night with the boys’ so we would get found out quickly.” you sighed. you were clearly disappointed, but you covered it up with another laugh before sipping on the glass of water gaeul kindly ordered for you.

“then today is a date. he probably hasn’t taken you in one for ages, anyway.” gaeul doesn’t know if you’ll actually buy it. she wasn’t even joking! as far as she knows, his version of dates is taking you on a boring ass car ride and spoiling you with useless shit. she knows what you want on dates. she knows what you want in general. let this work.

you giggled, “true. it’s a date then.” and she doesn’t miss the shy smile on your face afterwards.

well! it looks like this was going to be easier than gaeul predicted.

as the two of you ate your lunch, you talked about school and how life has been treating you both. you were thriving for the most part! you were up to date with your coursework, your job hasn’t been too demanding or taxing, and you were able to have enough breathing space in your life to actually meet up with gaeul, like right now! it seems like the only problem in your life was your boyfriend. he hasn’t been spending too much time with you, and one would think it might be because he’s gotten busier but nope, he’s as shitty as gaeul describes him to be. he only wants to hang out with his team and his stupid friends, and he barely talks to you even in text! that asshole.

gaeul didn’t let you dwell on it all though. she absolutely detests seeing you upset. especially over that useless fucker. she distracts you with a few funny shenanigans from working in her dad’s shop, and how she has actually been doing quite well in her classes! it was clearly your influence. hell, if it weren’t for you, gaeul wouldn’t even be in college at all! you gave her direction, and now you were giving her all the motivation she needs to make it through one school day at a time.

fuck, your boyfriend was so lucky. gaeul has to let you see that he wasn’t worth anything you’re giving him. she has to pull you away and make you see that a pretty girl like you needs to feel good!

in more ways than one.

“so, boyfriend, where are we going?” you joked as you settled yourself in the passenger seat of her car. while gaeul started the engine, that was when she put her little scheme in motion.

“bowling. or rather, sending the balls to the gutter for two hours straight.” she said. bowling happens to be your favorite stress reliever, it always has been! gaeul always liked watching you as you played. even when you didn’t hit any of the pins, you still had fun. gaeul was willing to bet that your pathetic boyfriend rarely ever takes you bowling.

“god you’re the best.”

“mhm, i know.”

from then on, gaeul knew it was going to be a breeze. especially when she did get on the road and you just allowed her to put her hand on your thigh. you didn’t even notice at first, occupied with fixing your charming but unruly hair. but then gaeul lightly squeezed your thigh, caressing slowly just to test the waters, and finally, you noticed her. she was afraid that your attitude would change, but it seemed like… you liked what she was doing. and so gaeul’s hand stays in place. she took note of how you squeezed your legs together every time she caresses your skin gently, or how you would sometimes put your hand on top of hers.

the drive to the bowling alley was quiet, save for the music you’ve put on, of course. silence was a rarity between the two of you since there was always something to catch up on, things to complain and whine about, people to talk shit about, and casual conversations that have become needed just to have some sense of normality in your chaotic lives. gaeul was afraid she had made you uncomfortable because come on, she was quite literally trying to take over your boyfriend’s place! joke or not, this was bound to make you just the least bit weirded out!

imagine gaeul’s surprise when she briefly glanced over to your direction and find you looking relaxed. not even the constant buzzing of your phone was able to break your focus on the road. just like that, gaeul doesn’t stop a smile from forming on her face. forget about him.

and it seems like as soon as gaeul parked her car near the bowling alley—you did! you took gaeul’s arm and started gingerly dragging her through the doors, giggling as you did so. it was easy to secure a spot for the two of you, the place wasn’t too busy yet after all.

“two hours of this? you ready to lose, kim?” you said with a mocking smile as you approached the lane. gaeul sat back on the couches behind you, smirking as she very shamelessly checked your backside out unbeknownst to you. there was a small table in the middle of the u-shaped couch that gaeul sat on where you laid down your phone. as you busied yourself making your cute little bowling profile on the monitor near the lane, gaeul glances down at your phone that kept lighting up at it vibrated. your boyfriend was calling you, and he has sent you a dozen or more messages that you still haven’t bothered to look at.

gaeul sneers at the picture of your boyfriend on the screen. he really didn’t deserve you! luckily for him, she will happily take you off his hands. gaeul takes your phone and declines the call, smiling happily when she leaned back on the couch and continued on staring at your beautiful form. you hooked a medium-sized ball with your hand and prepared yourself—sure, you were never the best at the sport but you were to have fun and have fun only! and so you delivered the ball and hit exactly seven pins. gaeul tilts her head a bit to see the look of pure joy on your face and finds herself grinning along with you.

for once, it was not at all a bad start for you! you grabbed the smaller ball and prepared to take down the last three pins at the other end of the lane. upon staring at your near flawless little pose that especially accentuated your ass, gaeul whistles. the sound catches you off-guard and you end up messing up your throw, sending the ball into the gutter in a fit of laughter.

“you little devil.” you said, playfully glaring at your best friend who has stood up and started stretching all of her limbs.

“this is where your short-lived lucky streak ends,” gaeul pats your butt as she approaches the lane. and of course, she didn’t lie. gaeul delivers a ball and hits her first (and certainly not last!) strike. she winked at you while you stared at her, mouth agape at how she didn’t even hesitate to not go easy on you. “cat got your tongue, baby?” your best friend teased.

you don’t even notice the nickname, what with your competitive spirit alive and well. “oh, it is so on, kim gaeul!”

and for the next two hours, you and gaeul had the best time of your life in that bowling alley. the longer the two of you were together and the more you got drunk from pure joy of being with each other, gaeul got bolder. she was touching your waist, your back, and sometimes even rested her hand on your ass for more than a few seconds! you didn’t care—in fact, you were just as bad! grabbing her and pulling her close to whisper things in her ear (partly because the music would have drowned your voice, mostly because you wanted gaeul nearer), allowing her to not-so-discreetly touch you in places a best friend should definitely not, and finally, sitting on her lap, playing with the collar of her shirt and telling her to take you to her home.

exactly zero innocent intent at all, and gaeul was seemingly more than happy to comply!

on the way to gaeul’s apartment, it was noticeably… warm. both of your hearts were beating fast and loud from anticipation. gaeul yearned to feel your skin without the hindrance of your clothes getting in the way. her fingertips itched to feel goosebumps run along your arm, shoulders, and back as she touched you in ways she always dreamed of doing. her lips longed to taste yours since she knew that peach-flavored chapstick you two liked to share would taste so much sweeter if you were the direct source. gaeul wanted you, and she was going to have you—boyfriend be fucking damned.

when gaeul flipped the lock on her door, the two of you were all over each other. bags and jackets thrown to some random corners, shoes messily removed and left all over the living room area. gaeul barely twisted open the doorknob of her bedroom door, being so focused on exploring every crevice of your mouth with her tongue until she tugs you inside her room. her lips stayed locked with yours as she sat on her bed and pulled you to her lap, hiking your dress up and squeezing your ass. your moans were much, much sweeter than she imagined. she shivers at the feeling of your fingers playing with the back of her neck, her own whimpers only encouraging you to busy your hands with unbuttoning her shirt.

when you’ve successfully taken her shirt off, your dress was next. and gaeul made sure to take her sweet time with that! her hands caressed your thighs, gently squeezed your hips and even moved you so you could grind on her thigh (the cute whine she earned from that was very much appreciated!), and then her hands stayed wrapped around your waist as she placed soft kisses along your collarbone. you could feel her smile against your skin when you squeezed at her arms, knowing damn well what you wanted but refusing to give it to you because… well, if this happens to be the only time she fucks you then she might as well make it last!

finally, when gaeul was satisfied with the little marks she had left on your collarbone, she started pulling the ribbon on your back and loosened up your dress. “you made sure to look pretty for me, huh?” she asked as she watched you undress yourself. she took note of the bright blush on your cheeks under her dark stare, and it made her think that perhaps she wasn’t the only one who was thinking of fucking her best friend for the longest time. meanwhile, in your defense, it’s been quite a while since you had to dress yourself up and what better occasion to do that than hanging out with your best friend?

plus, if it got you to get fucked by the friend in question then you’d say that the two-hour preparation was worth it!

when gaeul laid you down on the bed, she noticed how you suddenly became quite tense, looking as though your boyfriend was about to come breaking down gaeul’s doors to drag you back with him. gaeul made sure to relieve you by kissing your forehead, taking your hands with hers and then putting your knuckles to her lips. “you’re safe with me, (y/n).” she whispered, pecking your knuckles gently and smiling at you. sure, it works… but the fear that bubbled up in your stomach did not go away.

“if he finds out about this…” you pull your best friend close, letting her embrace you while you wrap your arms around her neck.

gaeul scoffed arrogantly, “he won’t—”

“—if he does, i don’t know what i’ll do,” you never told gaeul that your boyfriend has been watching out for her for the longest time. he was always suspicious of gaeul, saying that he was so sure that she wanted to fuck you and make you hers. because of his suspicions (that now proved to be true), he always made sure to be annoying and text you and call you an absurd amount of times whenever you were hanging out with gaeul. he never does that when you’re out with your other friends. no. that behavior was reserved for the one person he was threatened by. “i don’t want him to hurt you.” you said. you can’t even imagine what he would do to you, let alone the girl he absolutely detests.

“he’s as dumb as a brick. i could fuck you in his own bathroom and he’d have no idea.” gaeul makes a mental note to reserve that exact scenario in the future.

you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, “you know he can very much send you to the hospital, right? he’s like, three heads taller than you!”

“three heads yet he’s still stupid enough to treat you horribly and practically give you away to me,” gaeul sneaks her hands behind you, unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you in one swift motion. your heart beats louder every second gaeul’s eyes travel downward, soaking in more and more of your naked beauty that she longed to set her eyes on forever. “i’ll teach him a thing or two about giving a pretty girl the pleasure she deserves.”

every doubt and fear you had evaporates into nothing as soon as gaeul puts her lips against your skin once again. sucking, biting, licking—anything she can do to leave marks and make you remember this night akin to a skilled painter perfecting their masterpiece with every stroke. you feel gaeul’s hand trail down your stomach and palm your soaked panties, and you had an almost automatic reaction to grind against her, blushing wildly upon hearing her chuckle at your enthusiasm. gaeul wraps her warm mouth around your nipple, your back arching at the feeling. an embarrassingly loud moan escapes your mouth when she flicks the hardened bud and presses her palm flat against your clit at the same time.

you were losing further control of your actions. grinding restlessly on gaeul’s hand for further pleasure, taking her free hand to play with your other breast, and even pushing her head impossibly closer to your chest. she was skilled with her tongue—you shuddered at the mere thought of what else she could do to you should this night go on for longer. you feel gaeul slide her hand inside your panties, only to feel your pussy with her fingers rather than fucking you immediately.

it was adorable how impatient you were. you needed and wanted to be pleasured. it must have been quite a while since you’ve gotten some action—gaeul isn’t surprised that even in sex your boyfriend can’t deliver. every flick of your nipple, every pinch to the other one, every parting of your pussy lips, and every brush against your clit, you were mewling. you would be embarrassed if you actually heard yourself but instead, all you could focus on was the little pleasure gaeul was giving you right now.

“that feel good, hon?” gaeul asks as she presses her lower palm against your clit harder than ever. she found your little nods endearing and your inability to find the words to answer her only inflates her ego, but as much as she would love to tease you all day long, she was just as desperate for you as you are for her.

“how long has it been since he’s made you cum?” she asked, slowly pulling your panties off and letting it drop to the floor. gaeul keeps her eyes fixed on you, looking for discomfort or doubt or any sign that tells her how you could be feeling about all of this. while gaeul knows that the two of you have already crossed a point of no return, she knows that if you gave yourself the time to think about all of this, you would come to your senses. in other words, you would get the fuck out of her house and never talk to her again. it would be disheartening, yes, but gaeul unfortunately knows you well enough to know that it would be possible.

to her surprise though, you seemed to have stopped caring now. you didn’t even bother to glance at your phone that was on the floor, vibrating wildly due to the amount of times you were being called by your boyfriend. you only silently beckoned for gaeul to touch you, to taste you, to claim you. and gaeul doesn’t need to be asked twice to oblige!

“he… he has never made me cum.” you admitted, looking away from the embarrassment.

“are you serious?” gaeul laughs, but then her jovial expression is replaced with an incredulous one. “you guys do have sex, right?”

“of course we do! just… h-he’s horrible at it… every time we’re done, i have to get myself off because he never can!” you covered your face in frustration, now just wondering how you actually survived years without being able to cum with your partner during the act.

“fuck, he really is worth nothing at all, huh?” gaeul cackles. ah, poor you… but you didn’t have to worry about not cumming tonight, because gaeul just now made a silent promise that she’ll make you cum as many times as you want. she lowers herself so she could be facing your pussy, all wet and ready just for her. just as gaeul was about to bury her face in between your legs, you take a hold of one of her hands and intertwine it with yours, making her heart swell with affection. she doesn’t look back up at you, knowing that the blush on her cheeks would be too noticeable. gaeul starts off giving your cunt gentle kisses and little licks—hearing you softly whimper and seeing you jolt every time the tip of her tongue so much as brush slightly around your clit gets her adrenaline going, and eventually, gaeul commits herself to eating you out.

within mere minutes of practically making out with your pussy, gael feels you put your free hand behind gaeul’s head and pushes her closer. “more…” you could barely say, too caught up with the euphoric feeling gaeul has instilled in you using her tongue alone. it takes everything in gaeul to let go of your hand to part your lips to have better access to your clit, and when you grabbed a fistful of her hair and let out a beautiful moan, gaeul knew she was doing something right.

something adorable gaeul notices is that you were extremely sensitive when it comes to your clit, more than any woman gaeul has ever been intimate with and even herself. she licks a stripe up your cunt, relishing in your taste and the way you whine her name, before sucking on your clit. it’s almost as if you’ve never had your pussy eaten out this good before! and truthfully, you really haven’t. gaeul’s own satisfied moans created a buzz in your head, letting you know just how much she loved and savored your taste with each lick. she brings a new kind of pleasure when she makes out with your clit at a gentle, slow pace. the kind of pleasure you would never find your boyfriend (or anyone else for that matter) to be giving you.

it almost makes you wonder what gaeul’s true intentions were. of course, you weren’t expecting her to be completely in love with you. if she was, the first thing she would do to show it was not making you cheat on your boyfriend with her. was she just looking for a quick hook-up? but if that was the case, she could have just grabbed some random girl instead of putting your friendship in an awkward spot like this. perhaps you were just another box in a list that she wants to check off, but that would be cruel and completely unlike the gaeul you have known since the two of you were young. with the way she was cautious with how she fucked you, touched you, and even handled you during all of this, you wanted to believe that she has some sort of undiscovered feelings towards you.

but why were you even thinking about that? did you even have feelings for her? that was a dangerous territory you never wanted to explore, not when you cherished your friendship too much. but the ‘idea’ of dating your own best friend was never really just an idea with you. not when gaeul had ten times the charm that makes your boyfriend look like some hopeless wimp. not when gaeul will forever be the person that knows you the best. not when every time she does something as simple as tell you you’re pretty, or open a door for you, or laugh at your jokes, or smile at you so handsomely, the tiniest of butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

it was a scary feeling, one that you always hoped to go away one day but these days, and especially today, it has been hard. maybe when this is over… you don’t have to run away from it anymore, because when you look at gaeul’s eyes that pierced right through yours even as she was eating you out, you can see something beyond the hunger, the lust, and the desperation.

whatever it was, you found yourself more willing to uncover it, even if it might ruin everything.

“you’re so perfect, (y/n)...” gaeul snaps you out of your trance and immediately after, she dips her tongue inside you. “you’re better off with someone else… someone who knows you better, inside and out… mmhn... don’t you agree, princess?”

you whine shamelessly, “y-yes..! ahh… with you…” now you didn’t even mean to let that slip past your lips, but gaeul seems beyond satisfied that you did. completely addicted to your taste, gaeul pulls you closer and further down the bed by your waist, your back arching with how well she was using her mouth. the pleasure gaeul brought was enough to make your thighs twitch, your legs slightly rise in the air, and your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“you cumming soon, baby…?” gaeul asks, briefly lifting her head slightly from in between your legs. a sly smirk graced her features, knowing that the cause of your incoherence was her. it gives her the confidence to do a lot more to you, to do everything she has been wanting to do for years. you seem to notice how she had paused to stare at you, and you shoved her face back down to your core, earning a chuckle from her. gaeul pushes your thigh back, almost lifting your leg up, for better access and eats you out better than before as if that was even possible.

at this point both of your hands were on her head. you would be worried about the tight grip you had on her hair but you were way too busy on that tight knot in your stomach. you think you hear gaeul encouraging you to cum, and you can vaguely feel her palm resting on your stomach and it does help you relax a bit. enough for you to have the strength to look down at your best friend, whose eyes have always been on you this entire time. god, she was pretty… and she looked like she belonged right where she was. she didn’t give you any more time to admire her though, as a flick of her tongue on your clit sends you to a blissful orgasm.

your body softly falls backwards your bed as you throw your head back with only gaeul’s name filling the air. gaeul spends a good few seconds staring at your face—her doing. you were simply bewitching in her eyes. she made sure to take her time cleaning you up while you came down from your high, waiting patiently until you’ve caught your breath and calmed down. she sees you breathing normally and smiles before rising up, attacking your face with a barrage of kisses while you laugh and take her in your arms.

“don’t get comfortable. this is all we’re doing until morning.” gaeul, more than ready to please you all day and night long, places a wet kiss on your collarbone before sliding her hand in between your legs. she was well on her way down your core until her phone blares loudly—someone was calling her. she ignores the sound, opting to kiss down your neck while her fingers start ghosting over your clit. and just then, you turned your head and got a glimpse of the caller id on the gaeul’s screen. but gaeul sees it first and she swipes her phone away with a dark chuckle.

“w-who is it…?” you asked quietly, not wanting to alert whoever was on the other end. gaeul’s smile grows wider as she puts the caller on speaker. your heart drops to your stomach as soon as you hear the other person’s voice. 

a man. your man. your fucking boyfriend!

“are you there, kim?”

sheer panic courses within you. you tried grabbing gaeul’s hand, but she moves away, pressing a single finger against your lip. and then her mouth moves, but she doesn’t make a sound. trust me, she says silently. you kept still, trusting your best friend to not do anything stupid. of course she wouldn’t put you in any danger just to have fun, but you did worry that she would set your boyfriend off enough for him to do something to her. your heart beats loudly in your chest and goosebumps appear all over your skin. you were terrified beyond comprehension, but gaeul’s soft caresses and reassuring eyes comfort you, even just a little bit.

“what do you want?” gaeul asked, annoyed that he just had to interrupt the two of you. her hand once again travels downwards your body until she reaches your cunt. she traces your lips before inserting the smallest length of her two fingers, making you bite back a moan.

“where’s (y/n)? why isn’t she answering her phone?”

gaeul grins and plunges her fingers deep inside you, she couldn’t hold back a quiet laugh as she watched you choke out a moan. you immediately covered your mouth, pitifully glaring at your best friend but not being completely mad at her. her fingers felt too good inside you—staying perfectly still just to get you to get used to the feeling until she starts moving, slow and steady as if she herself was savoring the feeling of your cunt clench around her digits.

“what was that? is that her? are you fucking my girlfriend?!”

gaeul cackles, “you wouldn’t know what (y/n) sounds like when being fucked even if you’re the one fucking her.” she increases her pace, even nodding towards you to get you to relax and just keep trusting her because she could feel your fear. it made her angry. no one should claim to be your partner if they made you feel so afraid of them. you shouldn’t have to beg for them for their time and love either. if gaeul had known that this was what everything from back then would lead up to, then she would’ve intervened when you and your boyfriend were still just acquaintances. but there was no point in dwelling on that because she has the opportunity to make this all right.

and the correct ending to all of this was her freeing you from him, him ending up all alone, and the two of you figuring out what to do with each other.

“you bitch! i swear to god if that’s (y/n)—”

“—i’m not fucking my best friend, shithead. you should start worrying more about the fact that she’s refusing to call your lacking ass back.” gaeul watches you intently as you slowly lose most of yourself to her. moving your hips accordingly, meeting her little thrusts with eagerness that only got gaeul herself drenched. you tugged on gaeul’s top, silently asking her to get off the call already and just fuck you. and that you didn’t have to ask her twice, of course. while your boyfriend kept yelling at her, gaeul ends the call before blissfully dropping her phone to the ground.

you don’t know what came over you, but all of a sudden you wanted to see your best friend under you. tugging her down harder, catching her lips with yours in a searing kiss… feeling sick satisfaction in you when she stiffened at your sudden surge of passion, and using her shock to flip your positions over. gaeul pulls her fingers out, putting them on your hips instead and trying to keep up with the way you kissed her feverishly.

“you’re cute…” gaeul whispers, thoroughly entertained by you. ugh, those eyes. that nose, her perfect moles, her smile, that mouth… fuck. you have to feel her lips on your pussy again but this time… you wanted to be in control. you smile at your best friend as you swipe your thumb across her lips before getting in position.

“holy shit, (y/n)—”

“—shut up, man.” you cut her off with your face so warm you think you might explode. she didn’t look like she was turned off by the idea. in fact, gaeul places her hands on your thighs, looking more excited than she has ever been this entire time. “t-tell me if i’m hurting you… or anything.” you said. gaeul merely nods, eyes focused on your core. you were going to say a few more words, maybe tell her that you haven’t sat on anyone’s face in a while so you might be bad at this but gaeul couldn’t wait another second. she pulls you down, and the sound that escapes your lips when her nose bumps against your clit was simply criminal.

“ffuck…! oh, g-god…!” with one hand tightly gripping the headboard and the other holding onto a random pillow, you start riding gaeul’s face. and again, she was moaning. as if a better flavor has never graced her tongue until she got to taste you. gosh, the way you threw your head back and let every lewd sound fill the air as you rode her got gaeul clenching, but she couldn’t keep her hands off of you either. she squeezed your thighs, almost as if she was encouraging you to go faster and just use her.

“mmhgn… so good… more, please..” letting go of the pillow and the headboard, you put your hands on gaeul’s head. you ride her faster, focused on pleasing yourself and chasing another orgasm while gaeul does her work with her tongue. it was getting harder and harder to hold herself back from touching her own pussy; she was too drenched and you were simply too delicious. at this rate, she might just cum untouched! the idea of it was humiliating almost, but gaeul figured that if she made you cum hard enough then you wouldn’t even realize what had happened to her. but then again… why would she go through all that trouble?

with one hand, gaeul reaches down and unzips her jeans, sliding further down and massaging her clit through her panties. of course, you don’t see this. you don’t even hear gaeul over the sound of your whimpering and moaning—all you wanted was to use her mouth to get yourself off. you managed to open your eyes slightly, however, and looked down at gaeul. her eyes were shut off, eyebrows furrowed deeply as she diligently ate out and fingered herself at the same time. 

you heart swells as you allow yourself to etch every single facial feature of hers in your mind. you didn’t think you’d find a more fitting place for your best friend. it turns out she looked good underneath you, too! when you got distracted by admiring gaeul’s face, you felt a sting on your ass. you gasped loudly, and although it caught you off guard, you liked it. you moved your hips enthusiastically as gaeul squeezed your ass, now glaring at you to intimidate you to keep going. and it works! well, it’s not like you were going to stop just like that.

“p-pretty… you belong right here…” you said, gripping her hair tighter. gaeul moans at your words and she feels herself only clenching tighter around her own fingers. she didn’t expect to get so turned on by merely fucking you and hearing you talk to her in such a different way than usual. she pushes her tongue inside your cunt, making you scream in pleasure. gaeul’s ears ring at the sound of your voice—she was sure now that you wouldn’t dare go back to that pathetic boyfriend of yours.

you were hers now. and she has always been yours.

“gaeul… babe, i’m cumming—god…!” with one last thrust on your best friend’s face, you came. moaning blissfully in the air as gaeul allowed you to ride your orgasm out, and while she laps up your cum as best as she could, she hits a satisfying climax which grants you the perfect chance to hear a cute squeak from her. gaeul removes her hand from her panties and holds you down on her face, not entirely satisfied to let you go even though she can see that you can barely keep yourself sitting. that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore though as gaeul once again flipped your positions so you would be sitting on the bed and she would still be in between your legs.

“mmh… stop, i’m tired… please.” you shake your head weakly, gently tapping gaeul’s hand. fortunately enough, your best friend respected your wishes and stopped, opting to scoop you up in her arms instead and hug you. you laughed at how much of a mess you made on your best friend’s face, wiping all of it clean with your hands before giving her a quick kiss. gaeul doesn’t forget to get rid of her pants before staying completely still in bed with you, staring at nothing but your pretty face for minutes on end.

you think you fell asleep a couple of times, and you ended up always opening your eyes to gaeul smiling dumbly at you like a lovesick puppy. if you had known gaeul allowed herself to see you in such a different light, then you wouldn’t have wasted time trying to fall in love with a boy who did nothing good for you. but no matter, you were going to leave him, and finally, you and your best friend can work towards a more fulfilling relationship for the two of you.

“i always knew it’d be you in the end.” gaeul whispers as she leaves the tiniest and sweetest kisses on your knuckles.

the tiniest bits of fear settled in the pit of your stomach—you didn’t want your boyfriend to find out about this at all. you wanted to protect gaeul and dump his ass with as much as peace as you can manage, but you know he was going to bring her up somehow. at the end of the day, the blame should be put on you since you were the one who allowed gaeul to make those advances towards you anyway… but you knew all too well that that wouldn’t stop your boyfriend from coming up with an excuse to try and confront your best friend.

but every time you dwelled on those thoughts, gaeul somehow notices it and keeps your eyes on her. she knew she would be able to pull your attention to something else and that she does rather effortlessly. and you knew that you would be safe, as long as you were with her.

you laugh at her words, “i’m glad that you didn’t fuck me just because i’m hot and you hate my boyfriend.” you joked, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.

“no, stupid,” gaeul pulls you closer by your waist, kissing your nose. “i love you.”

[ryiju-muunie]

Can I be your favorite?

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top!Suguru Geto/bottom!Satoru Gojo Warnings: size kink, gojo is a gay trans twink, MPREG (this is a major theme), bottom gojo, top geto, hickies, biting, possessive geto, pussy eating, bottom growth sucking, breeding kink, creaming, multiple orgasms, dumbification, gojo cannot walk after this, dacryphilia, creampie Word count: 2685 DESC: Gojo wants to get pregnant

Have you ever wanted a satosugu fic where Gojo got pregnant?? This is for you!

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“What. I’m not impregnating you. That’s irresponsible,” Suguru narrowed his eyes at his best friend. They had known each other for more than ten years, so Satoru proposing pregnancy wasn’t weird so much as it was … financially a bad idea. Suguru wasn’t against the idea of having sex with his best friend. He just wasn’t so sure about the baby's aspect. I mean, babies are a lot of work! Were they both ready for such a commitment?

“Suguru…” Satoru looked to the side, a frown pulling down on his perfectly glossed lips, “Isn’t the next step after marriage babies?”

“We’re not married,” he sighed, shaking his head as he spoke.

“Not yet! I’m planning ahead,” Gojo leaned back against the couch the two of them shared. Being roommates they opted for one of everything. They’ve always shared, so it didn’t matter much to them. The same couch, the same laptop, the same bed.

Satoru loved that they shared things. They’d even share women if he wasn’t gay and utterly in love with Suguru- but anyway. He wouldn’t ever admit that fact though. He didn’t want to ruin their perfect friendship, so this was pushing it. They’d done things before. Satoru would help his best friend if he had a boner that only a hlowjob would quench. And Suguru would practice his oral skills on Satoru’s tender spot. Purely platonic.

“Satoru,” Suguru looked over at him with low eyes, purring his name as if it was a prayer, “You want me to fuck you until you’re pregnant?” He raised a dark eyebrow, purple eyes sizing him up. His best friend had always been the smaller of the two. A smaller frame but a huge personality was what Suguru would describe him as.

The white-haired man swallowed. He didn’t have to word it like that. He didn’t have to word it in a way that made his cunt suddenly soaked. God, Suguru didn’t know the hold he had over his best friend. Just the way he spoke was enough to turn Satoru on beyond belief. He needed his meaty cock inside his walls now, or he’d explode. Satoru already knew his friend was hung; I mean he couldn’t fit him inside his mouth entirely! So imagine him deep inside his vagina????? God, it was too much. He could practically see the little bulge in his tummy from how big he'd be, basically fucking Satoru’s cervix.

“Now now…” Suguru closed their shared laptop and set it on the side table, turning his attention to the smaller man. His eyes fluttered closed, rows of thick black eyelashes brushing against his skin, “Don’t get all quiet on me now, Toru.”

“Suguru….” Satoru whined quietly, biting back on his bottom lip to stop a louder whimper from coming out, “Maybe.” He turned his body, bringing his knees up and over the couch and spreading them out. Barely touching his feet against Suguru’s side.

“Maybe what? Use your words,” Suguru put two hands on either side of Satoru’s body, leaning forward against him on the couch. Maneuvering himself to be on top of his friend, “Don’t make me fuck your request out of you, Toru.” He rasped slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo closed his eyes and ran his hand up from his side to Suguru’s back, pulling him closer, “Make me pregnant- you know…”

“No, I don’t,” Geto opened his eyes and stared at him, purple irises waiting for an answer.

“Fill me up till I can’t walk- you’re being an asshole,” he pouted, raising his hand and lightly smacking his best friend on the back of the forehead.

Suguru let out a laugh and leaned his head forward against his friend's collarbone, “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you?” He lifted his head and pressed his lips against Satoru’s neck. At first, it was sweet, just a shallow kiss. Then Satoru felt his teeth bite down on his supple skin, biting and sucking to create a hickey. He gasped and wrapped his arms around Suguru’s head, pulling him in deeper.

“Asshole…” he whimpered, closing his eyes to fully enjoy this sensation. It hurt so good. The feeling of Geto biting just to get a rise of him was so hot.

Geto pulled back and wiped his mouth with his arm, admiring his work. A sloppy purple mark was forming against his friend's neck. And he wasn’t done. He pushed Satoru’s head to the left to get a better view of the skin before he bit down. He skipped the pleasantries and got straight into the meat of the exchange. Biting. He bit and sucked different spots, marking Gojo in a way that showed he was Suguru’s. And only Suguru’s

“F-fuck please…” Satoru whimpered, the biting sensation becoming too much. His skin was practically on fire. All he wanted was just Suguru rubbing against his huge swollen clit. Ever since he started testosterone he had become so sensitive that just touching it without any cover hurt. But he didn’t care. He needed to feel his big fingers.

“Desperate boy…” Suguru purred, pulling back to stare up at Satoru, “Why don’t I kiss those pretty lips?” Satoru nodded, his bottom lip jutting out from his pout. His best friend leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. They had done this before, it was obvious. But never like this. It was never this hot. It was never this… good.

Suguru tilted his head and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth. Gojo let him do whatever he possibly could, just reveling in the taste of his best friend. The love of his life. His one and only. He moaned into the kiss, turning his head in the opposite direction as Suguru. They molded their mouths together in a perfect dance, with their tongues barely ghosting each other. Just tasting each other would be enough to make Suguru cum in his pants, if he was honest. He’d been wanting this for so long and now he had it, he was going to make sure Satoru wasn’t going to walk for the next few days.

Suguru pulled back from the kiss and pushed Satoru back, moving downwards to pull down his pants. His best friend didn’t fight it, in fact, Satoru helped him get those stubborn jeans off. There he was, a perfect pussy veiled by perfect pink underwear.

“Pink? Really?” Suguru looked up at him and smiled, running an index finger down the middle of his underwear to feel the wetness through the cloth.

“Sh..shut up,” he mumbled, looking away. A hazy blush filled his cheeks, creating a fuzzy feeling in his face where he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re so wet. You want to be filled up so bad, huh? You want to be a daddy so bad?” Suguru teased, pressing two fingers down where he assumed the bottom growth was. He knew he was right when Satoru’s breath hitched and his head leaned back against the armrest of the couch.

“Please… Sugu..mm f-fuck,” Satoru whimpered, putting his own hand over the top of Suguru’s, pressing it down further.

“Patience is a virtue, Satoru,” he smiled, leaning down to become face-to-face with his pussy. Two fingers pulled the underwear to the side and god was he gorgeous. Suguru never found himself attracted to genitals before. But he couldn’t help but stare at this cunt. It was perfect. His labia was an outer one, which complimented his perfect bottom growth. He’d never eaten out someone with an outer labia until he met Satoru, and he’d never admit it but that was his favorite kind to eat out. He loved to feel the plush lips against his face as he sucked and licked, taking them all into his mouth or focusing purely on the engorged clit. It was … fun!

His long tongue escaped his mouth and licked up from the hole up to the clit, just to see Satoru’s reaction. He tensed and grabbed a fist full of Suguru’s hair, biting his lip to stop a loud noise from coming out. Suguru smiled and pressed his face into the cunt, eating away as if he was a man starved of this for centuries. He ate as if there was no tomorrow. As if this was his last meal. As if he’d never eat this again.

“F-Sugu! Mmm.. f.. s-shit,” Satoru yelped, arching his back forward. He curled inwards, before arching back and grinding his hips against the other's face. He knew exactly how to make him cum within seconds. He knew exactly how to make Satoru squirm and beg for more.

Suguru was hard beyond belief, so hard he began to lightly grind himself against the couch. Just anything to get off to the sound of Gojo’s perfect voice, raising an octave when he hit the perfect spot. Two of his large hands snaked around his hips, bringing him closer. He was glued to this cunt, sucking and licking until he couldn’t anymore. Oh, but he still wasn’t done. Even if Satoru was sensitive and even if he was to the point of passing out, Suguru would still go. He wanted to be milked completely dry from his best friend's perfect pussy.

“P..please,” Satoru moaned, leaning his head back and trailing one arm up his side. He traced up his own chest and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, trying to grab anything to steady himself from this pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Suguru smiled, leaning back and using one hand to spread apart his folds, before sticking his tongue deep into his best friend's hole. While his tongue fucked Satoru, he relished in the taste. Then he pulled out to focus on his clit. Going back and forth and back and forth to satisfy his urges.

Satoru couldn’t keep the impending orgasm back any longer and he found himself cuming onto Suguru’s tongue within seconds of him performing this ritual on his cunt. But Suguru didn’t stop the dance with his mouth for a few more moments just to make him increasingly more sensitive.

“Dick…” Satoru murmured, closing his eyes gently.

“Just for you,” Suguru smiled and sat up, pressing a kiss on his friend's pubic bone before going to undo his own belt, “Let’s get to baby-making, Toru.”

Satoru opened one of his eyes and a lazy smile appeared on his lips as he watched his best friend's dick fall out from his underwear. Big and throbbing, leaking with precum just for him. If he had the strength, he’d run a hand over the shaft and start to fuck him with his hands. But he was starting to realize walking was going to be a challenge after today. The tip pushed against Gojo’s bottom growth, making him hiss at the sensation. Suguru knew what he was doing, taking his time and letting his dick graze up and down Satoru’s folds.

“M..meanie,” Satoru grabbed at his shirt again, raising it to show his chest. Scars ran along the top of his chest, edging down to his armpit. Then the same on the other side. Top surgery. He was so thankful he had it at that moment for the fact that wearing a binder while being fucked would be incredibly uncomfortable.

“What? You want me to thrust in there without letting you adjust? I’m not cruel…” Suguru cooed, placing one of his hands on Satoru’s stomach, “I want to feel you stretch to fit my cock… even if it takes a bit.” Satoru bit back a moan and nodded, feeling his friend push his dick deeper into him. First the head then slowly the shaft followed suit. God just the feeling of himself getting stretched was making him increasingly more aroused.

Then Suguru saw the small bulge forming on his stomach. Right where his meaty cock sat, was shown by protruding fat on his best friend's tummy. “Fuck… you’re gonna milk me, huh? Milk me dry, huh?” He slowly forced himself further in until the base was almost touching Satoru’s cunt, then he pulled back, then slammed forward.

Satoru gasped and reached his hand out for Suguru’s, grasping it tightly. Then he slammed his hips again and another whimper came out of the twink. His rhythm started slow and precise, but his tight walls were making it hard to concentrate. The urge to cum- the need to fill up Satoru was greater than any pleasurable feeling he’d experienced before. He wanted to make him pregnant and fill him with his own luscious seed. Who cares if people look? Who cares if some might find it weird? It didn’t matter to Suguru at all.

With that, he felt a pang of pleasure shoot up his cock and it twitched cumming into his best friend. He couldn’t even last two minutes with the thought of impregnating Satoru. Hot cum coated his friends' walls and made him squirm with pleasure. Being filled up was a feeling he never knew he needed, and doing the filling was a thing Suguru didn’t know he craved.

“Sugu.. mm.. we-we’re good..” Satoru mumbled, opening his blue eyes fully to stare up at his best friend. White eyelashes fluttered a few times and a few strands of hair fell overtop his forehead. How could he finish now? How could he finish without ruining him? He wanted Satoru to cry and beg for mercy. He needed it. Suguru… needed it.

“Toru… milk me,” Suguru murmured, leaning forward to be in more of a missionary pose. He rested himself atop Satoru and pressed his face into his friend's neck, “Please. Let me have this…” he looked up to find Satoru staring back at him. He nodded a few times and closed his eyes, giving Suguru all the permission he’d need.

With that, Suguru began to thrust again. But this time, he wasn’t taking any care to be slow or savor it. He’d already savored enough. Now it was rough and strong, less delicate or precise. His mouth found Satoru’s and pressed a long kiss to it. Opening his own mouth to search for Toru’s tongue. They found each other and met with an erotic dance, causing a deep moan to erupt from Suguru. He wasn’t very vocal in bed, as the white-haired male came to find out. He wouldn’t moan as much as he would groan and speak sweet nothings.

Now it was different. Now he needed to be loud. Now he desperately needed to be loud. Another moan came out, complimenting Satoru’s constant whimpers and whines. He was past the point of making a coherent sentence.

All he was spouting was nonsense like “Please fuck me Daddy” and “harder harder!!” Joking… it really sounded like:

“Mm.. s-sugu.. ah-hah.. fu..mmm ha..harder d-daddy.. f..fuck,” Satoru gasped and cried out, burrowing his head deep into Suguru’s neck. He bit down on the skin involuntarily, being so wrapped in pleasure he could barely stand to see. Suguru let out another groan, laughing breathlessly at this entire situation. He hadn’t expected this at all when Satoru had asked him to talk in the living room. And he hadn’t expected to want this so bad.

“Toru… f-fuck I love you.. god, I love you.. I love you..” Suguru started to moan, coming close to his own climax again, “Let’s mm- let’s have a baby,” he grunted, snapping his hips into Gojo’s cunt again.

Satoru in response babbled something along the lines of I love you, before he tensed and bucked his hips up. It was clear from his face and the tensing of his pussy he was cuming. It was too much for Suguru and he came as well. The two of them molded as one and rode out their highs on one another.

The two of them loved each other, and this was the first step in their new life together. Even if people stared. And even if it was strange to some. They didn’t care. All they needed were each other. I don’t know…. Mpreg can be sweet sometimes.

[the-iceni-bitch]

All My Girls With Their Lace and Their Crimes

Relationship: Pete Brenner (pookie) x stripper!fem!reader (candy) Poison Paradise AU

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Pete done fucked up… again.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, begging, body worship), reader is the biggest brat on the planet, Pete is pussy whipped, adultery, allusion to crime, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Poison Paradise has a new couple! Fucked up in a whole new kind of way. She’s a brat, he’s a lech, it’s all filthy fun.

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“Wait… baby!” Pete practically whined when you shoved him out of the dressing room and into the alley, trying not to look too abashed when Lucas and Chris were right there taking a smoke break. “Gentlemen… shit!”

“Take your stupid fucking flowers!” You were screeching at him, but that wasn’t anything new. “Get the fuck out! I can’t fucking believe you actually came here!”

He winced when you started beating him with the bouquet he had shown up with, sighing to himself as he just stood there and took your abuse while the other men gave him a pair of bemused expressions. This was far from the worst they had seen, you tended to get worked up pretty often. Especially when he flaked out on plans he had made with you.

“Candy, it’s not like I knew my in-laws were coming to town!” He spluttered when he got a face full of chrysanthemums. “Sweetheart, I said I was sorry!”

“Go back to your wife!” You threw the ruins of the bouquet to the ground and stamped your feet, growling at him before turning on your heel and storming back into the club. “I have to go dance. I don’t want to see you again, you fucking asshole!”

“She’ll come around,” Pete did his best to look unperturbed as he brushed the copious flower petals from his suit, accepting the cigarette Lucas offered him and bending to let him light it. “She always comes around.”

“She sure does, buddy,” Chris clapped him on the back, chuckling softly around his own cigarette when Pete leaned back against the wall looking exhausted and defeated.

Sure, it usually took a hell of a lot of groveling, but you did come around. Mostly. It’s not like he tried to piss you off on purpose. But his wife would have him by the fucking balls if they got a divorce, or if she thought he was cheating. He had to do his best to appease the bitch. The frigid, uptight, snooty bitch. Damn he hated her.

Pete considered going in to watch you dance, but then he remembered the last time he did that when you had just thrown a tantrum. There was still a scar on his thigh from where you tried to stab him with your heel. So he just decided to slink to the bar and nurse his wounds. Nothing like a good half a bottle of bourbon to drown the way pissing you off made him feel like a kicked puppy. Besides, it wasn’t like he could go home to his wife. He needed you.

After four hours and perhaps a little bit more than half a bottle of bourbon he needed you even more. Like, damn he needed you bad. He was pouting like a little bitch when he hailed down a cab, groaning and mumbling about how much he wanted your pussy under his breath while they drove to the apartment he paid for. When he remembered it was a walk up he cursed, slipping into the door when someone else came out so he didn’t have to buzz you and sighing before starting to climb the stairs to your place. By the time he got there he felt even more needy, leaning against your door and pounding on it with a prayer that you were home.

“Candy!” His voice was so loud, but when he saw the light under your door come on he couldn’t bring himself to care. “Candy, open the door! C’mon baby, please!” Someone screamed at him to shut the fuck up and he screamed back, determined to get you to let him in because he was aching. “Candy! Candy, let me in, sweetheart! Lemme see my girl! Candy!”

“Fuck, Pete!” You looked so beautiful when you opened the door. And mad. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Baby,” he huffed at you shoving him away when he tried to kiss you, playing with the hem of your nightie for just a moment until you slapped his hand away. “Baby, don’t be like that. I missed you…”

“Yeah, you fucking missed me,” you snorted and turned away from him, knowing that he was going to follow you without having to look back. “You missed me, you’re sorry. That’s not gonna stop you from ditching me to play house with your cunt wife. We were supposed to have a whole weekend.”

“I know,” Pete caught up to you and managed to kiss your bare shoulder before you pulled away from him. “I wanted to treat you like you deserve. Show you off on my arm like the gorgeous thing you are. I feel so bad, babygirl. Lemme make it up to you…”

“Make it up to me,” you rolled your eyes and turned to face him, sitting down on the foot of your bed and watching him closely when he stopped in your bedroom doorway. “Well? Get to it.”

Pete dropped to his knees immediately, whimpering as he crawled to you on all fours and tried not to lose it when you uncrossed and recrossed your legs so he got just a peek of your bare pussy. His mouth was full of saliva as he gazed at you with pure devotion, the desperation he was feeling blatantly obvious. As soon as he reached you he bent lower to kiss along the arch of your foot, his eyes fixed on your face as you continued to stare at him disdainfully. There was the barest flicker of approval from you when he licked each of your toes and he seized on that, cupping your heel in his hand and sucking your big toe into his mouth with a low groan to try to coax you towards a more magnanimous mood.

You tutted at him when he started to kiss his way up your calf, nudging his shoulder with your other foot until he gripped it gently and ran his tongue along your arch nice and slow. A soft sigh escaped from your lips when he bit the pad of your big toe gently, giving him his cue to start mouthing at your calf with a moan.

“Mm, I’m so sorry,” Pete sucked against the inside of your knee and melted when you rewarded him with a whine. “Missed my Candy so much. Hated being away from you and your precious little pussy.”

“Pookie…” you gasped when he nibbled up your inner thigh until his face was buried in the crease of your hip. “You promise you’ll take me to Atlantic City next weekend?”

“I’ll take you for a whole week, Candy baby,” he kissed every inch of your mound before burying his face in your cleft and inhaling deeply. “Buy my babygirl that tennis bracelet you’ve been wanting for so long.”

“Thank you, pookie,” you ran your hand through his hair when he flung your legs over his shoulders. “Lick my pussy now.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, a groan escaping from him when he swiped his tongue over your slit. Tasting you was the sweetest thing in the damn world, he could never get enough of it. He kissed every inch of your puffy lips before licking you again, slower this time, the heavy drag of his tongue making your eyes flutter and his chest swell with pride at pleasing you. Pete took a moment to savor the flavor of your delicious cunt before diving back in, circling your swollen bud with the tip of his tongue until he felt you shiver then sucking it firmly between his lips with a heady grunt. Two of his fingers slipped between your petals until they were engulfed in the slick warmth of your perfect pussy. He immediately sunk them knuckle-deep and curled them against the front wall of your cunt, stroking that ultra-sensitive spot inside you fervently and flicking his tongue over your clit in a effort to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

The sound of you gasping in ecstasy had him growling against your heated flesh, giving a few shakes of his head to press his face as deep in your folds as possible. When you started to writhe shamelessly against his face he felt like he was in heaven, the movement of his fingers growing frantic when he felt your inner muscles starting to ripple around them. He never wanted to stop feasting on you, your taste flooding his senses until he felt even more drunk and his cock throbbing painfully against his fly.

You collapsed back against the mattress when you felt your core growing tight, burying your hands in his hair and kicking your feet against his back. Your movements grew desperate, shuddering violently, bucking your hips, basically riding his face as he railed you with his fingers. “Oh… oh, fuck yes! Eat my pussy just like that, pookie! Nngh, I’m so close!” He added a third finger and you were so close to losing it you were almost in pain. Sobs of pleasure were ripped from your chest over and over, your thighs closing tightly around his head and holding him in place while you undulated on top of his pistoning fingers. You couldn’t even remember why you had been pissed at him. “Ah, fuck it’s coming! Don’t you dare stop sucking my clit! Fuck fuck fuck… I’m coming!”

Pete doubled his efforts, attacking your clit with even greater fervor, sucking and tonguing it frenetically as he pumped his fingers so fast and deep the wet sounds coming from your cunt grew even more obscene. “Yes, please baby… pookie wants your cream so bad,” He pressed the flat of his tongue directly against your swollen nub and massaged it with quick flicks, burying his fingers to the knuckle and rubbing your g-spot aggressively. His free hand slid up your body so he could palm your bouncing tits, plucking at your stiff nipples and squeezing your curves gently until your breath caught and your back arched violently.

Your scream rattled the windows. Every muscle in your body spasmed violently as your orgasm crashed over you, your inner walls fluttering madly around Pete’s fingers while you squirted a flood of sweet juices all over his lower face until the collar of his shirt was soaked. It was so intense your vision whited out and you forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. By the time you came down he was still kneeling between your thighs, looking appropriately obsequious as he gently kissed every inch of your still quivering flesh.

“Come here and kiss me, pookie,” you smiled at him as he crawled up your body. “Lemme taste how good your apology was.”

The sight of you lying splayed out on the bed, your nightie in disarray and the neon lights from the street outside your window making your messy pussy glisten for him, it was enough to drive him to insanity. Pete groaned as he crawled up your body, making sure to kiss your stomach and breasts and neck so not a single inch of your body felt neglected. But you were impatient, grabbing him by his hair and smashing your lips against his. He groaned into your mouth as you stroked his tongue with yours, cradling your face in his hands and grinding his aching cock against your stomach.

“Mmm, you did so good, pookie,” you pecked him on the lips a few more times before rolling onto your side. “Okay, g’night!”

“Wait, baby!” He was so fucking hard and his balls were throbbing, there was no way he was going to be able to sleep. “Candy, I need you sweetheart, please…”

“Well I’m tired, and still annoyed,” you just huffed as you reached out to turn off the lamp on your nightstand, scowling at him over your shoulder when he whined and pressed his bulge against your hip. “You can wait to get that thing wet until the morning. I think it’ll do you good to go without, pookie. Give you time to think about your priorities.”

Pete just blinked at you, whimpering under his breath before flopping onto his back and staring at the ceiling fan. If he had to wait for the morning he would just sleep with blue balls. It wouldn’t be the first time. Loving you was torture, but damn it was sweet.

[eiightysixbaby]

i've got you under my skin now

word count: 2.9k

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!fem!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI. SMUT SMUT SMUT. kind of asshole!eddie but he's really just a moody baby, oral (m receiving), masturbation, reader and eddie argue but everything is consensual, really just absolute filth with a plot.

summary: you're an up-and-coming musician in the rock scene and have been asked to join corroded coffin on a song. only thing is, their singer - eddie munson - proves to be challenging to collaborate with.

author's note: my first lengthier work so sorry in advance if there are errors! this is a daisy jones and the six inspired one-shot, and for the sake of this fic i directly reference the title and lyrics of the song 'honeycomb' from the tv show - but you really don't need to know the book/show to understand. ok anyways hope u all like it and here u go @taintedcigs i know u've been waiting for this one em i hope u love it!!

“Honestly Eddie, I don’t care anymore! I’m not listening to your little rockstar tantrum. She’s coming in, and she’s joining you on the song. That’s final.”

Eddie scoffs at his manager. Ever since he was informed that ‘Y/N - biggest fucking nobody in the rock scene’ was going to be coming in and recording his song with him, Eddie had been relenting.

Eddie scoffs at his manager. Ever since he was informed that ‘Y/N - biggest fucking nobody in the rock scene’ was going to be coming in and recording his song with him, Eddie had been relenting.

“Tom, you don’t fucking get it man. Clearly. My song is perfect. What do we need her for? She doesn’t even have an album out, she’s made no name for herself. She’s going to ruin Corroded Coffin.” Eddie continues pestering, despite Tom’s insistence against it.

“No, Eddie, see that’s where you’re wrong. You wrote a good song man, okay? A good song. But just a good song. She could make it great. You haven’t heard her sing like I have. She has real talent.”

Eddie scrunches up his face and pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “Oh a good song, huh? But you said the label liked it. Why change it?”

Tom sighs, taking a step towards Eddie. “The label didn’t dig the song… okay? They said it needs more, otherwise they’re gonna pass on it.”

“So you fuckin’ lied man, fuck-“ Eddie grits his teeth. “Fine, whatever, she’s gonna sing on the song with me. But that’s it.” Eddie grumbles, storming out of the small room.

•••

“He doesn’t get it, guys, he doesn’t fucking get it!” Eddie yells. “This is my song. My fucking baby. And this... bitch is gonna come in here and destroy it. I don’t need her singing on the song - I don’t need anyone to make my music ‘better’” he spits.

The thing is, things have always gone Eddie’s way since Corroded Coffin gained traction in the music world. Eddie writes the songs, Eddie dictates which songs go on the album, so on and so forth. This makes sense to Eddie, and if you ask him, he’s being completely fair to the rest of the guys in the band. ‘Of course I let them have a say in things. I don’t care what rumors you’ve heard - it’s a fair process around here.’ It’s only natural that he can’t handle the idea of someone else singing on his song. Eddie is always the one singing, save for Gareth and Jeff doing backing vocals.

Eddie thrives off of being liked. The way the fans hang onto every word he sings- it’s electric to him. He’s addicted to the way people adore him. And he’d never admit it to anybody… but he’s nervous you might just show him up, and then *poof* no one cares about him anymore.

“Come on, Eddie. Ease up a little! This could be fun, you never know.” Gareth says, following Eddie back and forth as he paces the recording studio.

“I give you like, 20 minutes before you’re in love with her… or bending her over a table.” Jeff interjects, screeching when Gareth throws a drumstick at him to shut him up.

Eddie can’t get a rebuttal in before the door swings open. Tom walks in trailed by a young woman. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman Eddie’s ever see- nope. Nope. Not going there. What was that?

“Guys. This is Y/N, as I’m sure you could guess. She’s here to record ‘Honeycomb’ with us today.” Tom smiles politely at the group, jolting Eddie from his thoughts.

“Y/N, hey. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Gareth, this is Jeff, Greg, and I’m sure you know Eddie - the star of the show.” Gareth goes around the room, pointing at all of the guys.

You meet Eddie’s gaze as Gareth talks, and your breath hitches in your throat. Of course you know who Eddie is- you’ve seen him on magazine covers and in interviews. You’ve always thought he was alluring, but he’s even more gorgeous in person. Long, curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Tattoos trailing up his arms and chains around his neck. His signature ripped black skinny jeans that hug him so well in all the right places… fuck. Focus. You are not here to sleep with Eddie Munson. You redirect your attention to Gareth as he finishes speaking.

The rest of the guys all greet you warmly - except Eddie, you notice - who gives you a tight-lipped smile and a quick nod.

You walk straight up to him, holding out your hand for him to shake. “It’s so nice to meet you Eddie. Thank you so much for letting me be on the song - seriously, it means the world.” You say, exaggerating sincerity a little.

Eddie reluctantly shakes your hand. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

He walks away to set up a microphone before he can think too hard about the way his heart pounded as your hands touched.

•••

The recording session starts, and take one of the song has begun. You insisted on using the same mic as Eddie, who begrudgingly allowed you to stand beside him, shoulders brushing ever so slightly. The contact sends chills down his spine. Eddie sings the first lines confidently into the mic, not making eye contact with you. Tom, along with the rest of the band watch the two of you intently from the sound booth. Honestly, Eddie has to admit everything is going smoothly. That is, until the chorus starts. Eddie sings one lyric into the microphone… and you sing a different one.

“Woah, woah, okay, stop!” Eddie yells to Tom to cut the track, pulling the clunky headphones off of his head. “Those aren’t the lyrics, what are you doing?” He’s turned to face you, incredulous.

“Um I- I’m sorry, did he not get my version? Does he not know?” You say, avoiding eye contact with Eddie to level with Tom.

“Your version!? This is my song- you are here to sing on my song. Not to rewrite the damn song!” Eddie hisses, throwing his hands in the air.

“No, darling, I’m here to make your song better. And that’s exactly what I’ve done.” You narrow your eyes at him, a syrupy sweet smile on your face.

Eddie’s face is burning, his whole body is burning. You weren’t supposed to write new lyrics. This is not happening. And for the love of god stop staring at her lips, Eddie.

“Eddie, uh, let’s give her version a shot, yeah?” Tom says, framing it like a question, but Eddie knows he doesn’t really have a choice.

The track starts from the top again, and Eddie finds that his hands are trembling as he holds your songbook. He sings the lyrics as you have written them, and his stomach sinks as he does it. He hates that you’ve changed his perfect song. He hates that he was made to look like an idiot because Tom didn’t tell him you had rewritten anything. And most of all, he hates that he can hear how good your voices sound together. He hates that he thinks he’d like to hear the sound of your voice for the rest of his life, on the rest of his songs.

“Oooh, we could make a good thing bad,” the two of you sing out in unison, and the song ends.

Eddie stares at you and you stare at him, chest heaving and absolutely beaming. The rest of the band are looking at the two of you in awe from the sound booth. Eddie can’t bring himself to smile, can’t bring himself to let you know that he thinks you really might have made his song better. Can’t face you while his mind races with thoughts of grabbing your face and kissing you. Instead, he hands you your lyric book and hurries out of the studio.

You excuse yourself to the group amid their praises and follow him out the large wooden doors. You’re surprised to find the lobby empty, but then you hear noise coming from down the hall. Walking over to a small closet, you peer in and see Eddie in the dim light, leaning against the wall, hands covering his face and his head tipped back.

“Eddie, what was up with that?” You ask him gently, closing the closet door behind you for privacy. “I thought we sounded great.”

“You rewrote my fucking song!” He booms over you. “That wasn’t the plan. You were supposed to sing on it with me and that would be that.” He’s stepped towards you, leaving little room between the two of you in the already-cramped closet.

“It’s not my fault Tom didn’t tell you I changed some of the lyrics, okay? I didn’t expect you to be blindsided like that. But you could’ve been more mature about it!” You defend.

“Who the hell do you think you are? No- seriously, tell me. Corroded Coffin has worked so hard to make a name for ourselves. I have worked so hard. And you just waltz in here like you own the place? What the fuck is your problem?” Eddie’s words come out sharp, bitter, but there’s an emotion behind his eyes you can’t quite place. Fear? Maybe.

“Oh get your head out of your ass already, Eddie! I made your song better! We sounded fucking amazing together- the label might actually want it now!” You’re screaming back at him at this point, heat rising in your face as he steps impossibly closer to you. “And don’t even get me fucking started on the Corroded Coffin bullshit. Do you even give the other guys a say in what happens in this band? Cause you seem like a big cocky crybaby who always gets his way. I may not be rich and famous like you are but at least I’m not a fucking prick!” You’re seething, and you press your hands to his chest in an attempt to shove him backwards.

Eddie stops you, though, grabs you by the wrists. Firmly, but not hurting. His huge brown eyes haven’t stopped boring into yours. He thinks his heart might sprout wings and fly out of his chest. He thinks he might hate himself forever if he doesn’t get to have more of you.

“What- now you’re speechless? Don’t have anything to s-“ Eddie cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours like his life suddenly depends on it. Maybe it does.

You’re caught off guard, frozen in place for only a second until you kiss him back, pushing him up against the shelves behind him. His hands leave your wrists and hastily scour your body. You’d think he was a man starved the way he grips at your hips, lips basically devouring yours all the while. Eddie gasps as you lean down to his neck, sucking red and purple marks onto the skin that Jeff is definitely going to mock him for later. He can’t bring himself to care. He grabs your face in his hands to meet your lips once again, needing more.

“You wanna know something, Y/N?” Eddie says between kisses, moving down to nip at your neck. “I can’t fucking stand the way you came in here so confidently today-“ another kiss to your neck. “The way you came right up and sang into the same mic as me instead of using your own, like you just own the whole room-“ another kiss, and another “I can’t stand the fact that your lyrics are better than mine- that maybe you made 'Honeycomb' something I couldn’t make it,” he’s talking through gritted teeth, agitated and yet completely enamored with you. “I hate that the entire time I was watching you sing, I couldn’t stop thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock..”

Before you can respond, he’s unbuttoning your jeans, pushing you against the opposite wall of the closet, taking control.

“I think you’re absolutely insufferable and immature” you breathe out, pulling his hair out of its ponytail so you can run your fingers through it.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, but it’s arrogant, smug. “You can spit whatever insults you like, sweetheart, but you’re absolutely soaked right now.” He gives you a smile, tilting his head to the side as he does. His fingers had slipped inside the waistband of your pants, and are now circling the lace fabric of your panties.

You feel yourself clench around nothing as his fingers tease your core. You let out an involuntary moan, rutting your hips down against his touch. He gets the hint and shimmies your jeans down your legs, and you slip out of them after quickly taking your shoes off. You meet his gaze again as he tugs his jeans down slightly, pulling his cock free from the thin fabric of his boxers.

And - oh my god - he’s fucking huge. Thick and long with a dripping pink tip. You swallow, hard, and you swear you feel your mouth start to water. Suddenly you can’t figure out how you’ve survived this long without him, and you certainly won’t be able to after this.

“Get on your fucking knees, babydoll” he purrs, lips inches away from your ear.

You oblige, of course, settling yourself so that your pussy rests on the toe of his combat boot, aching for whatever friction you can get. You take his cock into your mouth without further instruction from the rockstar, and he inhales sharply above you.

“Fuck, baby, shit-“ Eddie groans, collecting your hair in one of his hands and tugging, his cock twitching slightly in your mouth.

“What, big shot, can’t handle it? Should I tell the press that Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin comes three seconds into a blowjob?” you tease him, but you can’t ignore the way your head spins at his praise.

“Shut up and fucking suck it, sweetheart- I can handle it.” He hisses.

You don't need further instruction. Your tongue works on his cock, licking a stripe up his length and then kitten-licking the tip. Eddie’s seeing stars as you engulf him entirely in your mouth once again. You go at it for a while before he feels you rutting yourself against his boot.

His laugh is devious, wicked. “So desperate for me huh, sweet thing? Gonna get yourself off while you suck my cock, baby?”

You want to retaliate, taunt him back, do anything to make yourself seem like more than a pathetic fucking whore for him, but you’re dripping through your panties and the friction is so, so delicious you can’t stop your movements. Warmth is beginning to pool in your stomach and you need this release. You take him as deep into your mouth as you can, his tip practically nudging the back of your throat, gagging around him. Eddie thinks he might die, seriously, this is it for him. ‘Rockstar Dies In Supply Closet With His Dick Out’ he can see the tabloid headlines now. He tugs your hair and holds your head still as he starts to fuck into your mouth, reveling in the moans and mewls you let out beneath him.

“Shit, sweetheart, you feel s’fucking good around my dick-" he grunts, throwing his head back as he picks up his pace. "Go ahead and touch yourself for me, sweet girl. I know you need more." He says roughly.

You happily let him throat-fuck you as you tug your panties down slightly, bringing a hand down to allow your fingers to rub harsh circles into your clit. You feel yourself getting closer, a coil tightening more more more as he fucks into the heat of your mouth. You can sense his movements getting erratic, and you glance up to look at his face. He's delirious, so fucked out, and you feel as if you could melt into a puddle right here at his feet as you watch him.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, sweetheart, shit- you want it in your mouth?” He asks you, brown eyes blown out wide as he awaits your response.

You nod, mouth too full of him to speak, and you squeeze his heavy balls in your free hand as he thrusts faster faster faster into your mouth. He lets out a strangled moan as his cock twitches, ropes of hot cum coating your tongue. You quicken your pace on your aching clit and it doesn't take long for the coil in your stomach to snap. You cum all over your fingers and Eddie's boot that still rests beneath you, as he finishes riding out his high above you. He watches you as you swallow his load and he silently swears to himself he’ll do whatever he can to have you like this more often.

“Fuck, baby, you soaked my shoes huh? You okay?” He asks you tenderly, grabbing your arms to pick you up off the floor and steady your shaking frame. You nod, collapsing against him, head pressed to his chest. The two of you stay like that for a while, listening to each others heavy breaths before Eddie finally breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being a dick about having you on the song, okay?” He says, his voice softer and far more unsure than you've ever heard it. “You made it better- I really fucking mean that.”

“I know I did.” you reply, shifting to meet his gaze, and he smiles at you. “A few more rounds of this," you gesture around the two of you, "and I think you’ll have made it up to me” you smirk at him.

“Alright, sweetheart, same place same time tomorrow?” Eddie teases, and you laugh. That’s a sound he thinks he could get used to.

•••

When the two of you walk back into the recording room, Eddie's neck littered with hickeys and mascara smudged around your eyes, no one says a damn word.

"'Honeycomb' take three anyone?" Eddie asks.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Paint It, Black

Prompt Day 9: No Upside Down AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Referenced Drug Use | Tags: AU, Corroded Coffin, Established Relationship, Eddie & Gareth Are Best Friends, Motel Room, Road Manager Steve Harrington Has Had Enough, It's Like Herding Cats

This is set during my fic Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, but this can be read alone. All you need to know is Corroded Coffin is a struggling band on the road, and Steve Harrington, Eddie's boyfriend, has recently taken a job as their Road Manager.

1990 Fresno, California

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 

What the actual fuck?

Steve can't even believe what he’s seeing. Can’t fathom it. It’s madness, absolute fucking insanity. What on earth has he signed up for? This isn’t normal. None of this is normal.

"What the fuck are you two dickheads doing?!" Steve finally shouts, unable to modulate his tone even a little bit. He’s a goddamn babysitter. No, being a babysitter would be better than this. Kids don’t know any better. These two assholes definitely do. Goddamn. Fuck.

Eddie barely turns to look at him, and that just makes Steve even madder. 

"Eddie, look at me!" Steve yells, and Eddie turns to look.

"Hi. What are you doing?" Steve asks, though it’s very fucking obvious what they’re doing. They’re painting their motel room black. 

Eddie doesn’t answer, but Gareth does. "Eddie has a thing about orange and green," Gareth says, like that’s a fucking excuse for this. Gareth keeps painting the wallpaper of the dingy motel room. 

"Stop it!" Steve yells, and they both freeze for just a second, then their brushes are moving again. 

He’s quitting. He’s going home. He can’t manage these people. They’re crazy. This is crazy.

"That’s…that’s not even how you paint a wall!" Steve screams at Gareth.

And don’t even get him started on the ceiling. That’s just bullshit. They’re gonna get arrested. Like, for sure. They need a lawyer on retainer, but they can’t afford a lawyer. And they definitely can’t afford to pay for these kinds of damages.

"Looks like it's getting painted to me," Gareth says, slapping more black paint on the wall.

"Do you know how much this is going to cost?" Steve snaps, putting his hands on his hips. He tries to guess, and can’t even come up with a number that seems plausible. They’ve ruined the wallpaper, the carpet, the bedding…the ceiling. The goddamn ceiling.

Eddie’s standing on the desk, which, also ruined. 

"Hey, assholes! What are you on?!" Steve yells. 

Because it must be drugs, there's no other excuse for this kind of behavior. Or they're psychopaths, and he doesn’t think that’s true. He loves Eddie. He’s kind, and sweet, and fucking unhinged, apparently.  

"Little coke," Gareth says, "that's all." 

"That's all? That's all?! Where are Jeff and Goodie?" 

"They’re at a bar. They didn't want to go to Sherwin Williams with us," Eddie says. 

Why would any store sell these two dickheads two gallons of black paint? It was never gonna be used for good. Never, ever.

Where's the satanic panic when you need it? 

"You two dickheads are explaining this. I don't have the words to even try," Steve snaps, but he knows that’s not true. He’ll take care of it. That’s what they’re paying him for. He’s not sure this is the job for him. He loves Eddie, but this is stupid. Cocaine, no cocaine, they both have to know better. Have to know you can’t just paint a motel room because it has a fucking ugly color scheme. 

He gives himself a few minutes to calm down, and then heads for the front desk and asks for the manager. 

"I’m Steve Harrington, road manager for Corroded Coffin. We’re in room 420. Two band members have painted the room partially black," Steve says, unable to believe he’s actually saying these words. "I’m sorry. We’ll pay for the damages."

They go back and forth. When the manager demands to go see the damage, Steve gets there and takes the brushes away, and sends Eddie and Gareth outside to wait. They are definitely banned from this motel for life.

They want to have them arrested for vandalism, and Steve thinks that’s a fucking fair assessment of what happened here. He talks them out of it. Offers to write a big check. They finally agree, and tell him to get their shit out, and never come back.

Jeff’s camera is in its bag, so Steve takes it out and films the damage. They might need this, if they end up slapped with a lawsuit.

The band doesn’t have this kind of money, not at all, so Steve gets out his personal checkbook and pays for the damages. If he doesn’t do that, he’ll have to pay to bail Eddie, and Gareth, out of jail, and he’d rather Eddie not have something so stupid on his record.

He packs up everybody’s shit, and when he gets outside with it, they are both sitting on a curb, as far from the lobby as they can get. Smoking a cigarette, passing it back and forth. Steve snaps his fingers, and points to the van. He has everybody’s shit piled on a cart, and they are gonna load it all up. Then they have to find Jeff and Goodie, because they’re gonna stumble back to a motel they’re no longer welcome in.

Eddie’s hands are a little shaky, Steve can tell he’s sobered up, and now he’s embarrassed. Or worried. Both, probably.

Gareth crawls in the backseat, seemingly unbothered, as always. Figures. Steve gets in the driver’s seat, and Eddie climbs in beside him.

"Do you still love me?" Eddie asks, looking at him, hair in his face.

"Unfortunately, yes," Steve says, and reaches for Eddie’s black paint-stained hand, kissing his knuckles. 

"How 'bout me? Do you love me?" Gareth asks, sticking his head between them. 

"No, never. Sit back," Steve snaps. 

Gareth does. 

"I’m sorry," Eddie says, and Steve is pretty sure he means it.

"I know," Steve says, "but that’s the end of that. We can’t afford to damage rooms like that again."

"Did we have enough to settle up tonight?" Eddie asks, looking worried.

Steve nods, "Yeah, it’s taken care of. Don’t worry."

"Thanks," Eddie says, "we won’t do anything like that again. I swear."

"Good. Thank you. I’m not paid enough for that kind of headache," Steve says, and it makes Eddie smile. 

This is a terrible job. 

But Eddie's here, and Steve's pretty fond of him. So, he'll stay.

Notes: This incident was mentioned in Wake Up Time, but I thought it'd be fun to get Steve's POV on these two dickheads for once. In Tuesday's Eddie had mentioned their property damage in this documentary segment:

Eddie Munson, Rhythm Guitar & Songwriter  "Our tours were a clusterfuck before Steve whipped us into shape. The property damage alone. Bunch of assholes, we were. He eventually broke us of it, it just took a while and a lot of money."

And this is that story, lol.

This idea is based off these lyrics from a Willie & Waylon song:

And there's a motel out in Fresno Where neither one of us can go back You had a thing about yellow and green So you painted the whole room black

Which is total Eddie and Gareth BFF vibes from this universe. (I changed it to orange, to match the Hawkins HS colors.)

And I've said it before, and I'll say it again, this gifset is the perfect embodiment of Road Manager Steve's energy.

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[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. Someone else makes a brief appearance, no names. Sunny is just likeable to many people it seems. Also, I'm not nice to Buggy when he tries to flirt. I definitely write him as a bit of a disaster when it happens. It's just going to get a bit worse from here. A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be. Also I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who reads, reblogs, and replies on this story. I love everyone of you and it makes my day brighter knowing there are people enjoying this! So thank you thank you thank you! <3

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 8

Buggy came back with a bouquet of flowers for you that afternoon. He made sure he wore clean clothes, had his hair down, and tried to look his best with his new cravat you gifted him earlier in the day. He was going to ask you out for a proper date. After the two of you kissed in the backroom it seemed like the right thing to do. He hoped you would like the flowers; he managed to find the best bouquet and steal it on his way to see you.

He ignored the large man that left the shop before him, his focus was on getting the flowers to you. Maybe he could get another kiss from you, though he expected you wouldn't do it in front of your boss. However, he didn’t anticipate when he entered the shop that you would be glaring in his direction with Benji hiding behind you while an angry Miss Pins was lowering her shotgun.

“Oh, it’s just him.” Your boss muttered as you stopped glaring and smiled. Benji sighed and crossed his arms as he tried to not look scared.

“What now?” He asked as he glared at Buggy. “Who are the flowers for?”

“Ignore them.” You said as you walked over to Buggy and took the flowers from him. “These are beautiful! Thank you!”

“Buggy, what are you doing here?” Miss Pins asked as she looked between you and the bouquet. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing!” He insisted. You kissed him on the cheek before you went to find a vase to put them in. He crossed his arms and smirked at your boss. “Why, afraid I’m going to steal her away from here?”

Miss Pins reached for her shotgun again as you came out of the back. You went over to Buggy and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go to lunch, okay? I need some fresh air.”

You didn’t wait for an answer before leading him out of the shop. He glanced back at your boss before he turned his attention to you. There was something off about this, you were acting a little weird, looking around as you held his hand tightly. He finally stopped in his tracks and frowned.

“What’s going on?” He demanded. “Why was the kid scared? What happened before I came by?”

“N-Nothing, Buggy.” You laughed nervously. “Nothing, let’s go eat, okay?”

He didn't believe you but he didn’t want to make a scene in the street. Something happened to make you nervous and he wanted to know what, but he didn’t want to possibly ruin a date with you so he decided to wait. He’d ask when he took you back to the shop.

~

Lunch went well. His table manners were not the best, but what did you expect from a pirate? When he seemed to be finished eating, you wasted no time in reaching over and wiping crumbs off his face with his napkin. He frowned at you when you did that, his cheeks pink. He'd be fine to get more food on his face if it meant you touching him again. You just smiled and sat back in your seat.

“What? Pirates with food on their faces aren’t scary, Buggy.” You teased as you took a sip of your drink. He said nothing as he reached over to steal a bit of food off your plate. 

“I'd still be scary!” He shot back with a mouth full of food. 

“I'm absolutely terrified right now.” You chuckled as you rested your elbows on the table. “You're so scary.”

He picked this drink up and frowned at you. He was scary when he wanted to be, but he never wanted you to be scared of him. He thought back to the shop, with a scared Benji and you glaring at the door. “Hey, what happened back at the shop before I came in?”

“Oh, um…” You had hoped he would forget that. “About that… an old customer came in that I hadn't seen in about five years.”

“Okay?” Buggy tossed his drink back before gesturing to the waiter for a refill on their drinks. “And?”

“Well, last time I saw him he demanded I marry him… and he came back demanding if again.” You told him with a shrug. “I didn't even know his name, and he just calls me Shop Girl, and I… didnt want to marry him then and don't want to marry him now.”

“He demanded?” Buggy repeated, his jaw dropping. “Did you say yes?”

You stared at him for a moment. He was sometimes really dumb. “No. Why would I say yes?”

“I-I don't know!” He shot back. “I saw that one guy this morning, y’know, kissing your hand and you touching him! Maybe this guy liked that you did that and wanted you to marry him!” He looked away from you for a moment before muttering, “You’re nice, I bet lots of guys wanna marry you.”

“Buggy, shut up.” You told him kindly, and he listened to you. “I did not say yes because I don't know him.” You sighed as the waiter came by and refilled your drinks. “And as for my customer from today, I didn't expect him to kiss my hand.”

Buggy crossed his arms as he leaned back in his seat, looking away from you again. “Did you like it? Didn't you think he was handsome?”

“Normally I don't expect customers to kiss me.” You retorted. Buggy turned red and scratched his cheek. 

“About that…”

“I don't think you think of you as a customer anymore after last night, Buggy.” You told him. “And I didn't mind you kissing me, I actually liked it.”

He glanced at you briefly before looking away again. You liked that he kissed you. You weren't disgusted or upset by it. You just said you liked that he kissed you. His mind started racing. He wanted to kiss you again but would it be okay out in public? Did you care about that sort of thing?

“As for this persistent customer, he came back today and didn't want to leave.” You told him as you looked down at the table with a frown. “Benji was actually scared, which is a first so far. This man was… intense.”

“What's his name?” Buggy asked..

“I don't know.” You sighed. 

“He wants you to marry him and you don't even know his name?” Buggy looked confused by this. “And you don't want to marry him, right?” 

You looked at Buggy with an exasperated expression. “You're so dumb. No, I don't want to marry him. I would marry you before I marry anyone else, Buggy. Plus, he… seemed dangerous. I don't want to be with someone like that.”

Buggy's eyes lit up. Oh, so you would consider marrying him. Was it too soon to ask you? Were you two even in any sort of relationship? He looked at you thoughtfully for a moment before reaching across the table to grab your hand. In doing so he managed to knock over both drinks. You were able to avoid them but he wasn't so lucky. The table just happened to tilt in his direction and his entire body shuddered as the liquids spilled onto his lap, soaking into his pants.

He expected you to start laughing, to walk away and leave him to deal with this himself. Why would he expect anything else? Instead you pulled some berry from your pocket for lunch and removed your sweater, holding it out to him.

“Tie this around your waist and we'll go back to the shop.” You told him gently as he took it from you. While he did as he was told, you used napkins to mop up some of the spilled liquid. He said nothing once he was done, instead watching you to tell him what to do next. You held your hand out to him and he took it, giving it a squeeze before you led him out of the cafe and back to the shop.

Why couldn't any of this go right for him? He tries to flirt with you, gets insulted and falls out of his chair. Tries to flirt with you on your birthday and ends up upsetting you. And on his own birthday he was a drunk mess. And then he managed to kiss you and…he fell over. Now he tried to hold your hand and possibly ruined his pants. And each time (except your birthday) you were there to help him. Why were you so nice to him? He didn't feel like he deserved it.

You ignored your boss and Benji as you took Buggy into the backroom. You looked him over for a moment before going to a rack in the back corner of the room, grabbing a clean pair of pants for him.

“These should fit you.” You told him as you handed them over. You turned your back, allowing him a moment of privacy as he changed into the clean pants. It felt better than the damp ones he had on. He sighed, his hand tapping you on the shoulder when he was done, holding them out to you. It was a little jarring to see a floating hand behind you, but you took the pants and tossed them in the wash bin. “You okay?”

He sat on the chair and leaned forward, shoulders dropped as he held his head in his hands, face burning as he refused to look at you. 

“Buggy-”

“Don't.” He mumbled as he covered his face with his hands. “Why can't it go right? Ever?”

“What are you talking about?” You asked him as you walked over to him, touching his shoulder. He hesitated and looked up at you. You were looking at him with a worried expression, your hand resting on his shoulder. Why were you so nice to him? He didn't deserve any of it.

“Nothing.” He looked back down. 

“Do you want a hug?” 

He looked back up at you. Yes, yes he very much wanted a hug from you, anything to be closer to you, touching you, anything. Buggy stood up from the chair and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around him, pulling him against you as he closed his eyes. He let his head rest on your shoulder, his arms encircling you as your hand rubbed small circles on his back while your other hand touched the back of his head gently. 

This… this was nice. The familiarity and safety he felt in your arms was unexpected but he wouldn't fight it. This is where he belonged, in your arms forever. He never wanted to let go of you. 

[munson-blurbs]

So sick and tired of a cheating Eddie fic, how about an Eddie x reader fic where chrissy cheats on him with the asshole Jason because Jason put her up to it. Eddie is heart broken and since that was his first crush and love he was severely humiliated and depressed but reader comes up and not only loves him but fucks the shit outa him, literally he gives nothing he just receives tonight. Basically Dom Eddie but tonight he's sub

(please add him wimpering sjgssjjh)

Wanted

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), dom!fem!Reader, sub!Eddie, lil bit of fluff?

WC: 2.1k

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“Hi.”

The sound of your best friend’s voice startles you. You lean over the side of your bed and turn down your stereo, Stevie Nicks’s contralto quickly fading out. “Hey–hey, what’s going on?” Your tone quickly shifts from excitement to concern as you take in his tear-streaked face and bloodshot eyes. Your gaze lands on the bouquet of roses clenched in his hand, and your heart sinks. “Did something happen with Chrissy? Did she stand you—”

“It was a dare.” Eddie cuts you off bitingly, letting the flowers fall to his side. “It was all a fucking dare. Jason put her up to it, and when I got to her place tonight, they were making out on his couch.” He blinks back tears, though he could swear that he’s cried enough tonight to dehydrate. “S’my own stupid fault; thinking that anyone actually wanted to be with the Freak.”

Your stomach lurches at the way he spits out the words The Freak. It’s a bitter taste in his mouth and he doesn’t try to hide it like he does when he’s around the guys. “I get it,” you say softly, reaching out and taking his hand to lead him inside.

He shakes his head, frizzy curls brushing against his cheeks. “No, you don’t,” he protests. “You’re pretty–like, really fuckin’ pretty–and smart and funny–” He stops mid-sentence, cocking his head to look at you. “Wait, are you only nice to me because of a dare, too?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the suggestion of such an act. “Yes, Eddie,” you deadpan, “I’ve been your friend for the last ten years because of a dare. Phew, it feels so good to get that off of my chest!”

Eddie playfully shoves you, a reluctant chuckle escaping his lips. “All right, fair enough.” He tosses the bouquet onto the coffee table, where they land with a defeated thud. His eyes roam your body, taking in the way your shorts hug the curve of your ass, and he feels the familiar twitch in his boxers. “You really are beautiful, though. Don’t bullshit me about knowing what this feels like.”

“But I do,” you insist, plopping on the sofa and tucking your legs underneath you. “I know what it feels like to want someone so badly, but they’ll never feel the same way.” And in a moment of raw vulnerability–or perhaps stupidity, you’re still unsure–you ramble on. “Like when they’re only into perky cheerleaders and wouldn’t take a second look at me.”

“Oh–oh,” Eddie says, thinking he understands exactly what you mean. “But neanderthals like Carver–they’re not worth your time. You deserve someone who actually cares about you, y’know?”

“S’not Jason,” you mumble, ducking your head to try and hide the bashfulness that inevitably takes over your face. You can still see his puzzled expression, so you relent. “It’s you, Eddie. I’ve had the biggest crush on you forever, but I know you like Chrissy, so I’ve kept it to myself. I’m not asking you to like me back, but you…you need to know that you’re wanted. You’re so wanted. And when you find the right girl, you’ll both want each other just as much.”

Eddie stands there, utterly dumbfounded. “Y-You have a crush…on me?” He spins a ring around his finger. “Shit, I had no idea.”

“Good,” you reply with a nervous giggle. “I didn’t want you to know. I never wanted to ruin our friendship like…like I’m doing right now.”

“You’re not,” he murmurs, taking a quiet step towards you. “I’ve spent all this time trying to find someone who cares about me, who makes me feel good about myself, and who is damn gorgeous…and here she is.” 

You let your gaze meet his. “Here I am.” Your hand rests on his denim-clad bicep. “And if you’d let me, I’d like to show you how wanted you are.”

“Oh, hell yes.” His lips crash against yours with a hungry kiss as you press him up against the wall. His knee nudges between your thighs as he hooks his forefinger into your belt loop, drawing you even closer to him. You tangle your tongue with his, tasting the tobacco of his last cigarette as you deepen the embrace. Your hands busy themselves with his handcuff belt; as soon as you unlatch the intertwining metal, you drop to your knees in front of him.

Tugging his pants down to his lower thighs, you palm the outline of his burgeoning erection through his boxers. “So big, Eds,” you muse, planting soft kisses along his pelvis. “How’m I gonna fit all of you in my mouth?” You toy with the elastic waistband, snapping it against his skin. His legs tremble at your touch, so much so that you worry his knees might buckle completely and he’ll land on top of you. Which, ordinarily, wouldn’t be a bad thing. 

But tonight, you want to be on top.

You pull his cock out, the tip drooling pre-cum. “Such a pretty cock. Anyone ever tell you how pretty it is?”

Eddie shakes his head, the only thought in his brain centering on the way your fingers wrap around him. “N-No, never,” he stammers. 

You lick a line up the center of his shaft, watching as it twitches involuntarily. “Tell me,” you start, “who broke your heart tonight?”

“What?” The question clearly catches him off-guard. 

“Do I have to repeat myself?” You heave an impatient sigh. “What’s the name of the girl who broke your heart tonight?”

It seems bizarre to say it while you’re on your knees in front of him ready to give him head, but Eddie obliges. “Chrissy.”

“Okay.” You nod, considering his response. “So here’s how this is gonna work. I’m gonna suck you off until you forget her stupid little name. And once that happens, I’ll let you cum. S’that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Eddie swallows thickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You swirl your tongue around the fleshy head, using your hand to pump him. He’s growing even harder inside your mouth; the moans escaping him are pornographic. 

“Right there, don’t stop”

“Feels s’fucking good”

“Mmm, yes, FUCK YES, need this—need you”

It’s his last cry out that makes you pull away; too much of a demand for your liking: “Faster, go faster.”

You release him with a wet pop, his dick smacking harshly against his stomach. He whimpers at the loss of contact. “Am I doing something wrong? My blowjobs not good enough?” you ask, batting your eyelashes as you feign innocence. 

“N-No, you’re ‘mazing,” he slurs helplessly, already drunk on your mouth alone. 

You steady yourself, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance. “Then why are you telling me what to do?”

“‘M sorry,” he whines, and you relent, taking him between your lips teasingly. One hand resumes working his shaft, while the other cups his heavy balls.

You hollow your cheeks, slowly allowing more of him into your mouth. The salty tang of his pre-cum starts coating your tongue, and you collect it with a content sigh. You can feel the thick vein that runs along his length, and you use it as a roadmap for where to lick and kiss. 

Eddie’s clenched fist slams against the wall, rattling the clock hanging on it. He’s so close.

“What’s her name?” 

Your voice startles him out of the fantasy world he’s concocting in his head, one where he’s bending you over the counter and fucking into you at a rapid pace. “What? Oh, um, I dunno.”

His blatant lie earns him another roll of your eyes. “Don’t bullshit me just so I’ll let you cum. Good boys tell the truth. You still remember it, don’t you?”

Eddie begins protesting, but stops as soon as he realizes that his efforts are futile. “‘S Chrissy,” he mumbles.

“Okay then.” You spit directly onto his tip, watching the saliva trail down to the unruly thatch of curls at the base. “We’ll keep trying then.” You’ll have to pull out all the stops to get him where you want him. You open your throat, allowing him as far back as possible before your gag reflex kicks in. 

This time, he’s the one who pulls away. “‘M sorry–”

“Don’t be,” you wave off his concern. “I can take it. Besides, you like when I choke on your dick, dontcha?”

“Mhm,” he agrees, with a small nod. “I fucking l-uhhhhh-fucking shit-love it.” He puffs out a long, strong exhale when you start sucking him off again, and you smile knowing that you’re the reason he’s coming undone. He bucks his hips ever-so-slightly, and you seize the opportunity to test him again.

“What’s her name?” you press him, sinking your teeth into the plush of his exposed thigh with a little nip.

“Don’t fucking know and don’t fucking care.” Eddie’s voice is low and raspy; this time, you believe that he’s telling the truth. “Just want you–only you.”

“Hmm.” You pretend to ponder this for a moment, standing up so you can kiss the side of his pretty neck. “Want isn’t strong enough, Eds. Y’gotta need me.”

“Fuck, I need you. Need you so bad; need t’be inside you. Need you to make me feel good. Feel wanted.” He’s panting, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he can catch them. “Please, pleasepleaseplease, ‘m begging you, baby.”

You chuckle at how pathetic he sounds as his tough guy, Dungeon Master exterior fully crumbles. “Take off your pants and sit on the couch.” Pausing for a second, you add, “shirt, too. Want to see all of my good boy.”

“Yes ma’am.” He kicks off his pants and boxers as he stumbles to the sofa, yanking his faded Dio tee over his head and carelessly tossing it to the floor. He starts to reach out to undo the button on your jeans, but you slap his hand away.

“Did I say you could touch?” When he shakes his head woefully, you grab his chin to jerk his head upwards, looking him directly in the eyes. “Use your words.”

“N-No. No, ma’am,” he quickly amends. “‘M sorry, y’just look so good.” 

You don’t dignify that with a response, simply adding your pants to his pile of clothes before straddling his waist. “You can feel how wet I am, if you want.” You smirk at the last part of the sentence. Of course he wants. One timid ringed finger slides along the soaked cotton of your panties, and he shivers beneath you. “S’all for you, Eddie. My pussy wants you.” You slide them off, grabbing his throbbing cock with your hand as you align yourself. He stretches you when you sink down onto him, more than you’d anticipated, and now it’s your turn to moan. “Fill me up perfectly, Eds. Can’t believe I waited this long to have you inside me.”

Using his chest for leverage, you bounce up and down on his dick, feeling every last ridge against your walls. All he can manage is a string of swear words, practically incoherent while you ride him. He’s buried to the hilt, and you’ve never had anyone this deep before. You’re debating whether or not to tell him this when he murmurs, “‘M gonna cum–shit–can’t hold back. Where–fuck–where d’you want it?”

“Inside,” you say hurriedly, quickening your pace. “Been so good f’me, Eddie, and good boys get to cum inside.” His large hands grip your hips as he spills into you, the two of you finishing in tandem. You clench around him, milking every last bit of his seed. 

He stays inside of you, making no effort to move, but he brings his hands to your cheeks and pulls you in for a long kiss. “Thank you,” he says softly, nose bumping against yours. “For making me feel wanted and for, um, making me realize I’m into whatever that was.” He’s blushing, a deep crimson, and you realize that he’s never been dominated before. He shifts suddenly, creasing his brow. “Does this make us–”

You silence him with a kiss. “That’s tomorrow’s problem,” you shrug casually, like you didn’t just fuck the shit out of your long-time crush. “For now, let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat.”

Eddie nods. “Ice cream? My treat.” He squeezes your waist, and the touch has you biting your lip with want.

“Better be.” You nip at his earlobe playfully. “Good boys always buy ice cream after sex.”

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[sidekick-hero]

WIP Whatever

Okay, so life (especially work) is riding my ass hard. And not in the fun way. Reading, writing, fandom all has to take a backseat and it might be some time before I can dive in back fully. But I'm trying because this is fun and I love this community - so thank you to everyone for tagging me, commenting on my fics, sending me messages and generally making me feel appreciated 💜💜💜

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The WIPS:

One Night

coming home for christmas

dear future self

It's only those three for now because I wanna focus on steddie week and these are the only entries I have written something for so far. God knows if I'll be able to finish anything in time.

Taglist and Snippet from dear future self below the cut:

He is jolted out of his thoughts when Steve throws the comic he was reading at Eddie's head, cursing loudly. "What the fuck?"

"Ouch! What the hell was that for?"

Steve glares at him, then at the obviously offensive comic he'd been reading, Daredevil #181. Eddie is really invested in the Matt Murdock story, so when he unwrapped Steve's gift and found three Daredevil comics and a black and red guitar pick that looked metal as hell, the butterflies in Eddie's stomach had started to flutter in earnest for the first time. Steve is invested in the story too, even if he won't admit it. His current reaction tells Eddie all he needs to know.

"This," Steve hisses, pointing at the comic, "is fucking bullshit. You can't just let the Kingpin kill Elektra!"

"Hey! I haven't read it yet, asshole. Thanks for ruining the whole story." Eddie sulks, and it's even about 80 percent sincere, because damn it, he was looking forward to reading this and see where the story goes. Now it seems like a waste of time because he won’t be able to enjoy any of it knowing it’ll end so tragically.

It seems like Steve can tell that Eddie is really bummed about this because he scoots over to the edge of the bed and looks down at Eddie with his best puppy dog eyes, his voice soft and sincere when he tells Eddie he's sorry. Eddie can see the flecks of gold and green swirling in Steve's eyes this close, and he feels his anger float away on a cloud of helpless adoration. He wants to hold onto it, chew Steve out, make fun of him, or even use it as an excuse to get on the bed and wrestle with him, just to feel Steve's body against his.

Steve keeps looking at him, waiting for Eddie to say something, to do something, and maybe he can. Maybe Eddie can jump up and tackle Steve, pinning him to the bed with his body. Maybe he can put his hands on Steve, tickle him, feel all that exposed skin under his greedy fingertips.

Maybe...

But no. He can't. He's not Frodo, willing to risk it all on the slim chance that it might work out.

Tagging: @pearynice, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @runninriot, @starryeyedjanai, @steddieas-shegoes

plus everybody who tagged me (@eriquin, @augustjustice, @tangerinesteve, @hbyrde36, @klausinamarink

and @steviewashere)

[dmercer91]

just re read your trevor fic-

auntie el you say??

i say protective aunt ellen who has to step inbetween reader and her mom during another fight-

and she tells reader’s mom to leave

and trevor is just holding her while she cries

and the minute her mom is gone she goes running into ellen’s arms because she’s never had an adult stand up for her like that

auntie el is a hero and i love her

y/n is her honorary child and nobody!! will be speaking to her in any unkind way

also- i’m torn between having owen apologize for following in his moms footsteps and being an asshole to y/n or him just being completely silent around her for the rest of ever

cause he was young and it wasn’t his fault and maybe he’s not actually a prick?? or maybe he is actually a prick and keeps believing lies?? help

same old same old | look after you au, tz11

“you’re not going to that party, y/n!” your mother yelled, following you through the house and stomping dramatically

it’d been a year since you’d finally cut her out, and clearly it hadn’t helped her hatred towards you. ellen had warned you she’d be here this weekend- since her parents were up to see the boys and she didn’t want to leave her sister out.

“i don’t remember that being your choice,” you mumbled, opening up the fridge and grabbing a water, turning and leaning against it while she seethed.

“you’ve ruined enough of the last year for your broth- for owen. i’m not letting you spoil tonight too,” you rolled your eyes and eyed trevor as he walked into the kitchen from the commotion.

he immediately turned around on a search for ellen, walking as fast as he could without it being running

“he knows i’m coming, he doesn’t care. i don’t know why you care so much,” you were trying your best to stay calm despite the panic brewing in your stomach

you didn’t want to fight, you didn’t have the energy to fight- you thought you’d seen the last of these scream matches last summer.

ellen walked into the kitchen with trevor quick behind her just in time to hear your mom start to yell again.

“god, you’re still such a brat! you can’t just stay home this one night so you don’t embarrass someone who’s meant to be your family? oh wait- you abandoned us because you couldn’t handle having rules!” she was frantic, pointing at you and her face red with anger

“i know you think you’re hot shit with your dumb as a doornail boyfriend and your new spoiled life, but you’re not. you’re still annoying, and you still don’t do anything for anyone and you’re still the same selfish kid i wished i’d never had.”

you opened your mouth to speak and you couldn’t will anything to come out. you just shook your head to yourself- hardly present in the conversation

“hey!” ellen grabbed the both of your attention and you gulped, trying to keep the tears back until you could make your exit

“if i’m not allowed to punish your kids, you can’t punish mine. if you ever talk to her like that again, then i’ll have owen down here for the fourth and you can just stay home. hell, henry can come if he wants. but you? stay the hell away from my daughter,”

ellen had blocked you with herself, your heart rate slowing down form your panic now that you didn’t have to come to your own defence.

“why don’t you go out on the boat with trevor, honey. i’m gonna have a talk with sylvia,” you only nodded, going over to trevor and sticking to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and tucking your head into his neck

“come on, let’s go outside, yeah?” he mumbled, cupping the back of your head and kissing your forehead before grabbing your hand and walking towards the patio door

you spend a while in the middle of the lake- boat off and anchored while you and trevor just held each other and you quietly cried

eventually- when you’d run out of tears, you’d decided you needed to get home so you could get ready for the party that night, and so did trevor

when you got back, sylvia’s car was gone but owen’s frat shoes were still at the door, and ellen was sat on the couch with a glass of wine

you pulled yourself from trevor and kneeled on the couch next to her, hugging onto her as soon as she put her glass down

“thank you.” you whispered, her hand moving to rub your back softly

“always, honey,”

[badkitty3000]

You Can't Go Home Again

Chapter 6

Link to Chapter Five

Link to Chapters 3 and 4

Link to Chapters 1 and 2

Link to Chapter 7

All Five wants to do is rest. But when yet another apocalypse threatens to doom them all, he doesn't have that luxury. This time, the only solution for the Hargreeves to try and save the world is to unite Five with another, alternate version of himself.

Five starts to spiral when he is faced with the alternate life that he could have had, if only he hadn't gone and ruined everything. But maybe, just maybe, there's still time for him to obtain the happy ending he deserves.

An alternate season three rewrite for a request I received.

Warnings: None

More chapters will be posted as I continue writing this multi-chapter fic. Enjoy!

Chapter Six: Running Out Of Time

After another long night, and another painful transfer of powers, the second watch was complete. It wasn’t entirely necessary to build the second one, but it seemed like a good idea for backup, and since both Fives had contributed so much to making them, it only seemed fair that they both had one. This meant that Five and his siblings could return home with relative safety and correct both timelines. Once they were out of the timeline they were in now, with the Sparrows, things should return to how they were before the kugelblitz was activated. In theory, anyway. There was only one problem preventing them from going now.

“What do you mean Klaus is not here?” Five hissed through gritted teeth, leaning into Luther’s personal space and staring menacingly up at him.

“Uh, well…” Luther started, rubbing the back of his neck; clearly intimidated by his much smaller brother. “He said he was getting bored and he wanted to get out of the house.”

“And you just let him go?!”

“I mean, yeah…it’s Klaus! He’s always wandering off, but eventually he comes back.”

“Great!” Five said as he threw his hands in the air and let them drop to his sides again. “Just fantastic!” He turned to Luther again. “You know, as the leader of this family, you really do a piss poor job of actually leading.”

“Hey, don’t yell at him!” Diego interjected. “We can’t all just sit around waiting for your next order. Who do you think you are? Dad?”

Five laughed sarcastically. “Dad may have been a heartless asshole, but at least he knew how to keep you people in line. And now that I know what trying to accomplish that is like, I actually have a little more respect for the old man.”

“Come on, Five, that’s not fair,” Viktor said.

Realizing he probably was being a bit too harsh, Five backed off a little. After taking a deep breath, he spoke very evenly, trying to keep his anger in check. “Ok, let’s regroup here. Now, did Klaus tell anyone where he was going?”

The rest of the siblings exchanged glances that told Five, no, he did not tell them where he was going. As he let out a loud sigh, Jack appeared in the middle of the room with a big smile on his face. He was still very proud of his new blinking skills.

“I know where he went,” the little boy offered.

Five smiled. “Great, Jack. Where?”

“He said something about meeting a girl.”

“A girl?”

Jack blinked to the other side of the room, just to show off. “Yeah…her name is Mary Jane.”

At first there was a second of confusion and then the light bulb went on for everyone at the same time. Five groaned. “Damn it…of course our idiot brother decides to go get stoned when the world is ending.”

“As opposed to drinking himself half to death. Yeah, what an asshole,” Lila snarked with her arms folded across her chest.

Five rolled his eyes. “Fine, point taken. But we need to find Klaus so we can get out of here. I don’t know when the next kugel wave is going to come, but we’re already overdue for one so we probably don’t have much time.”

Luther raised a hand to speak. “Ok, but how are we going to know where to start? How would Klaus even know where to go in this timeline? Everything here is different.”

“It’s Klaus, he’s very resourceful,” Diego said. “I’m sure he’d figure something out…wait! Holy shit, I bet that fucker went back to the hotel.”

Allison frowned. “You think?”

“Yeah, why not? You saw all the weirdos that were there, and that used to be his hangout back in the day. It makes sense.”

“Ok, Diego and I will go find Klaus,” Five told them. “The rest of you stay here. The other me is still working downstairs and I want to make sure someone is here with Marie and the kids if another wave hits.”

“Aw…you do care! I knew it!” Luther gushed with a smile that quickly faded after the glare he received from his brother.

“Of course, I care, idiot. Despite what you all think, I’m not some monster that gets off on watching innocent kids die.”

Jack had blinked out of the room while the adults had been talking, but he suddenly appeared again right when Five was in the middle of his sentence. This time, his sister Maddie was with him. They both looked up at the group with horrified faces.

“We’re going to die?” Jack asked.

Allison jumped in. “No! No no no no…of course not, sweetie.”

“But that’s what you said. We might die.” Jack’s voice trembled and he put a protective hand on his little sister’s shoulder.

Maddie’s eyes started to well up with tears and Five tipped his head back with an exasperated sigh. “Christ.” He turned toward the kids. “Look, no one is dying, ok? At least not if I can help it. And I know your dad would never let that happen, either, ok?”

There was a very small nod from both kids, but it wasn’t very convincing. Five continued, using a much softer voice than his normal brusque one. “I need you both to stay here and be brave, ok? As long as you’re with our family, nothing bad is going to happen. Do you believe me?”

Again, there was a very slight nod, but they still looked terrified. It occurred to Five that maybe their parents had been keeping them in the dark about the severity of the situation. And now he’d gone and screwed that up. Great. Just what I need. More shit to feel guilty about.

“Who wants to play Yahtzee?” Luther asked enthusiastically as he tried to unsuccessfully change the subject. The rest of the adults, as well as the kids, just stared at him with various expressions of bewilderment. His shoulders drooped. “Ok…maybe not the best time.”

Five pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “The plan stands. Diego, you and I are going to the hotel.”

“I’m coming too,” Allison said firmly, standing up with that pose that meant she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Fine,” Five said, just to move things along. “Let’s go then.”

**********************

The outside world was bleak, and getting bleaker by the hour. Each new wave from the kugelblitz brought more destruction to the city and the world around them. The streets were deserted of people, with cars left in the middle of the road after their drivers had evaporated. Buildings were starting to crumble and crack, trees were being uprooted, and the sky was turning all sorts of interesting colors. It looked like Doomsday for sure.

As the three siblings walked along the couple miles to the hotel, Five got lost in his own thoughts again. When they had left, the other Five was still doing a few last minute adjustments to both watches, and Five knew that once those were finished there was no time to waste. He needed to get his family out of there before anything else happened. He had nothing really to base it on except for a strong hunch, but he suspected that he and his siblings, along with anyone else that had powers, were going to be the last to go when the world collapsed in on itself. Which meant this would at least buy his other self and his kids a little more time. He wasn’t sure about Marie, but maybe her proximity to them would be enough.

As Five trudged along with his brother and sister, Diego suddenly spoke up. “Hey, this is like old times. The three of us doing some recon together? Just like with Gerald Jenkins.”

“Harold,” both Five and Allison corrected in unison.

“Whatever,” Diego grumbled, taking out a knife that had been strapped to the outside of his leg and flipping it in the air as he walked. “I’m just saying, this is the good stuff, right here. Us, working together, solving crimes and shit.”

“We’re just trying to find Klaus,” Five mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Well, it’s almost like solving a crime.” Diego was silent for a minute before speaking again, this time quieter. “You know, what you said back at the house…that’s not true.”

Five looked up. “What are you talking about?”

“You said we think you’re a monster. That’s not true.”

Five was silent and then Allison piped up. “He’s right. You’re not a monster, Five. An asshole, maybe, but not a monster. You’re our brother.”

Five didn’t know what to say. He was not used to having to show emotions, let alone express them out loud. The only person he’d ever poured his heart out to was Dolores, so this was definitely new territory. Say thank you or something, idiot! They’re being nice. Be nice back!

“Yeah…” Five cleared his throat. “Ok,” he managed to rasp out, still looking at the ground as he walked. That was all he could get out at the moment, but he hoped they’d be able to read between the lines of those two lame little words. Thank you. Thank you for caring.

No one spoke the rest of the way to the hotel, but Five could see Diego and Allison exchanging glances over his head. He should have brought a flask.

As soon as they entered the lobby of the Hotel Obsidian, something felt off. Which was saying a lot, considering what a weird place it was to begin with. It was quiet. And empty. At first glance there was no sign of Klaus, either.

“Klaus!” Diego yelled out, his voice booming and echoing through the vast lobby.

Right on cue, Klaus’s head popped out from behind a red velvet couch he had been sleeping on. He looked dazed, but otherwise ok.

“Oh, hey guys,” he said airily as he sat up and turned around to face them. “What are you doing here?”

Diego threw his hands in the air. “Jesus Christ, Klaus! What are YOU doing here?”

“Well, you know…I was getting antsy in that house, so I decided to take a little walk.”

“You went to get high,” Five stated flatly.

“Well, there was that, too. But, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, there’s not a lot of people to ask for such products these days.”

The four of them took a look around the lobby again, confirming they were still the only people there.

“What happened?” Allison asked.

Klaus shrugged, standing up and stretching. “Kugel-ed I guess? It was like this when I got here. Except guess who was here? Dad.”

“What? Dad was here?” Diego asked, holding his knife in a way that meant he was ready for an attack.

“Did you talk to him?” Five asked.

Klaus nodded and then laughed. “He said we sucked so bad back in Dallas that he made sure not to adopt us as babies. Then he wanted to recruit me for some experiment or something. Oblivion something. I don’t know, I didn’t understand completely. He said it would save the world and stop the kugelblitz.”

Five looked around nervously, expecting Reginald to come striding around the corner at any moment.

“Don’t worry, he left. Said he’ll be back with the Sparrows, though. But he wanted me to wait here for him.”

“Klaus…” Allison said warily. “You weren’t waiting here for Dad, were you?”

Klaus looked guiltily to the side but when Diego and Five made disappointed groaning noises, he started to plead his case. ���Listen, this Reggie is way nicer than our version ever was! And you had to be there, but what he was saying made sense. Dad always told us we were going to save the world. Well, I think this is what he meant.”

Diego stepped close to him, getting in his face and pointing the knife at his chest. “Klaus, I swear to god, you better not be considering listening to that bastard. He tortured us! Don’t you remember how many times he locked you in that mausoleum and left you there?”

“Of course I remember!” Klaus shot back. “But this is not that guy. I told you, he’s a much softer Reginald.”

Five sighed heavily. “Fuck, Klaus…we don’t have time for whatever Daddy issues you’re trying to work out here. Reginald is a conniving bastard in any timeline and we need to go!”

“But what if he’s right? What if you’re wrong and Dad is right?”

“Klaus, you can’t possibly think that, can you?” Allison asked in a slightly gentler voice than her brothers’. “Think about it. Are you really going to trust him over Five?”

“Dad has never done shit for us. But at least Five has tried. And he’s trying again, so you need to trust him.” Diego added, still in Klaus’s face.

Five’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hadn’t really thought about the fact that his siblings may actually trust him. Not after what happened the last two times. He assumed they were just going along with whatever he said because they had no other choice. But now they did have a choice. And it seemed they were choosing him.

No one spoke for a minute while Klaus’s eyes darted from Five to Allison, and then back to Diego. He let out a long sigh and his shoulders dropped forward.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He turned to Five. “You really think you and the other, hotter you, can get us back?”

“I do,” Five said with a nod. “But we have to leave. Now.”

As Diego backed off, Klaus nodded. “Alright, then. Lead the way, Cinco.”

As the four of them left out the revolving door, getting stuck only once, Klaus took one last look back at the hotel before moving on.

Diego noticed. “So, what exactly did Dad say to you to try and convince you?”

Klaus looked up with a sad smile. “He said I was truly exceptional and would be a great asset to him. Which, I realize isn’t a big deal under normal circumstances, but it was coming from Dad. Can you even think of a time when he complimented any of us?”

“Yeah, I guess I see your point,” Diego answered with shake of his head. “Damn, he really fucked us all up if that’s the biggest compliment he’s ever given his own kids.”

Five nodded as he walked quickly along. “The man is diabolical, there’s no doubt about that.” He turned to Klaus, uncharacteristically sincere. “I’m sorry you had to speak with him, I know that wasn’t easy. Thank you for trusting me.”

Klaus grinned and clapped his smaller brother on his shoulder, earning him a glare and a swat at his hand. “Hey, if anyone can get us out of here and back home, it’s you my little brosef. And might I add, I cannot wait until you are the same age as that other you, because damn…you are one smoking piece of a—”

The other three siblings groaned, cutting him off, and Five looked up at Klaus with a disgusted look on his face. “Please. Never say that again.”

“Yeah, dude, that’s pretty weird. He’s your brother,” Diego said. Then he looked at Allison. “No offense.”

She rolled her eyes but then she laughed and shrugged. “God, we are a weird fucking family.”

“That’s for damn sure,” Five muttered.

*********************************

As the small group of siblings continued down the street, another pulsing wave rushed over them and their surroundings. More buildings started to fall and giant cracks were forming in the pavement of the streets. It had been gradual, but they noticed the sky was starting to turn black with dark clouds and flashes of orange light. Allison jumped out of the way as a falling brick nearly bashed her in the head.

“Fuck,” Five exhaled. “We have to go.”

Allison brushed off the concrete dust that had fallen on her shoulder. “What if that wave just took out everyone else at the house?”

Five nodded nervously. “I’m a little concerned about that myself.” He glanced around at the other three. “We need to get there fast.”

Diego moaned when he realized what Five meant. “Oh…not again! You know I’m going to get sick, right?”

“It doesn’t matter, we’re running out of time.” Yanking Klaus closer by his wrist, and holding Allison’s hand with his other, Five gave a pointed look toward Diego.

Groaning again, Diego reluctantly grabbed onto Klaus’s arm. “I really hate this—,” he started to say before being swept up in one of Five’s blinks.

As soon as they were dropped out of the portal into the middle of the living room at the house, Diego lurched forward, holding his stomach.

“Oh god, out of the way!” he warned as he went sprinting to the bathroom.

Lila looked after him with a small shake of her head. “Giant baby.”

The other three looked around, silently counting all of the bodies in the room. It appeared that no one was missing. Even the other Five, Marie, and the kids were there. Everyone was safe. For now, at least.

“Klaus!” Viktor cried with a smile. “Oh, I’m so happy they found you.”

With a quiet laugh, Klaus flapped a hand at him. “You know me, I always come back. Like a stray cat.”

“So, you were at the hotel?” Luther asked.

Klaus nodded, but before he could explain himself, Five interjected. “Yes, he was. And he met Dad, who is definitely up to something nefarious. It’s just another reason we need to get out of here as quickly as possible. If we can restore this timeline back to normal, hopefully Reggie won’t be able to carry out whatever he has planned.”

The other Five, who had been standing with an arm around his wife’s waist, was listening intently. At the mention of Reginald’s name, he instantly tensed.

“What was he planning?” he asked Klaus; his jaw already set in anger.

“I’m not sure, but he said he needed me and the Sparrows to carry it out.” Klaus swallowed hard and looked over at Five and Allison. “Actually, he didn’t just say he needed me. He said he needed all of us. Something to do with needing as many of our powers as possible.”

Allison put a hand on her hip. “Klaus, what the hell? Why didn’t you tell us that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know! I didn’t want you to get all weird and I figured it didn’t matter anyway. We weren’t staying.”

“I knew it,” the older-looking Five said, stepping away from his wife and balling his hands into fists at his side. “I’ve known that bastard has been up to something for years, and here’s the proof.” He looked down at his kids who were understandably worried and crowded in next to their mother. “I’ll be goddamned if I let that bastard get a hold of me or my kids.” He scanned the rest of the faces in the room. “Or any of you, for that matter. He needs to be stopped.”

Five shook his head. “It won’t matter once we can get out of here. Things will return to normal.”

Just as he said that, another wave ripped through the house and reversed itself, leaving everyone with a strange tingling feeling throughout their bodies. The kids screamed, but when the wave passed, everyone was still accounted for and the house was still standing. Outside, a large tree cracked in half and fell across the small front lawn. In the distance, more rumblings of falling buildings and cracking concrete could be heard. An eerie, orange glow seeped through the windows.

“Go get the watches,” Five told his doppelganger. “We have to go.”

The other Five hesitated. Determination and anger were written all over his face and he seemed to not even hear Five. He was lost in his own head.

“Five!” Marie said loudly, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Go! Hurry!”

He turned to her, his eyes filling with tears. “Right.” Then he took her chin in his hand and kissed her softly with a smile before bending down to hug and kiss each one of his kids. “I love you all.” Before his confused wife could respond, he was gone in a blast of blue light.

“That was weird,” Luther said under his breath to Viktor, who nodded in agreement.

“Diego!” Lila yelled out. “Are you still alive?”

“Yeah,” came his weak voice from the bathroom. “Barely.”

“Well, chuck it all up and get on with it! We gotta go!”

Five looked around nervously. Something was wrong, he could feel it. And the way his other self just acted was not sitting well with him.

“Shit,” he said to himself. Then he looked up at Marie. “I think he’s gone.”

“What do you mean he’s gone?” she asked with wide eyes.

“Come on!”

Five hurried toward the basement steps, with Marie and Klaus right behind him. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Five saw what he was afraid of. No other Five. And only one watch on the table.

“Shit,” he groaned again.

“Oh my god,” Marie whispered as tears started to form in her eyes. “Why would he leave us like this?”

Five walked over to the desk where he had found the file folder containing the other Five’s collection of Reggie-related things. He opened the drawer and pulled the folder out, holding it up for Marie to see.

“Do you know about this?”

She shook her head. “No, what is it?”

“He’s been tracking Reginald for years. I wasn’t sure why before, but the fact that he kept it a secret from you, and his reaction just now to what Klaus told him, tells me that it’s not anything good. The watch is missing, too.” He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled a long breath. “Fuck…I think I know where he went.”

“How do you know?” Klaus asked.

“Because he’s a version of me, remember?”

Marie wiped at the tears on her face as Klaus put an arm around her shoulder. “The whole world is falling apart and he just left us? I can’t believe he would do that. I can’t…you have to get him back…I need him here. I just…please…” she cried while covering her face with her hands.

“I have the other watch and I’ll bring him back. I promise,” Five told her; his voice gentle but firm.

“I’m coming with you,” Klaus said. Five opened his mouth to argue and Klaus held up a hand. “Don’t even try arguing, old man. I’m not letting you go by yourself.”

Five thought about telling him no, but decided it would take up too much precious time. They needed to find the other Five and bring him back to his family. So, he just nodded at his brother and grabbed the other watch off the table. He strapped it to his wrist and held it up to start setting the coordinates of where he was 99% sure his other self had gone.

“So, where are we going, anyway?” Klaus asked, as he gently let Marie go and put a hand on Five’s shoulder so he could be transported along with him.

Five looked up at Klaus with a worried face. “The Academy. November 11, 2002.”

********************************

Five had been troubled by his other self’s obsession with their father, but only from the standpoint that he knew it wasn’t healthy. He understood being angry and resentful towards Reggie; that was a given. All of his kids had some lasting trauma from him. Even the stupid Sparrows probably didn’t have much love for the man. But Five had decades alone to work through his anger, whereas this version of himself had been carrying it around with him ever since he had been thrown out onto the street as a kid. It was understandable that he had a big chip on his shoulder.

But Five could see now that this obsession had reached a new level as soon as Klaus told him about Reggie needing their powers. Of course he was going to be protective of his kids, Five certainly understood that. They weren’t even his kids, but he still felt a strong connection to them. So, just the thought of Reggie trying to harm them in any way was the push his other self had needed to make him take action. Even if that meant leaving his family and placing himself in danger in order to protect them all.

Five had hoped he had set the watch correctly, because the last thing he needed was another show down with the Sparrows, even if they were only kids. So, when he and Klaus appeared in the basement of the Academy, he was relieved to see he’d calculated it correctly. They were alone, as predicted, with the everyone in the house presumably at the dinner table.

“Wow, this is weird,” Klaus said, looking around at the familiar surroundings. “It looks the same.”

Five was already on the move, creeping quietly to the stairs. When he realized Klaus wasn’t following him, he loudly whispered, “Klaus! Come on!”

“Right,” his brother said, hurrying to catch up with him. “So what’s the plan?”

“We need to get upstairs without being seen, first of all. Then, we need to find my other self before he does something stupid.”

“Are you sure he’s even here?”

Five shrugged as he made his way up the stairs. “No, I’m not. But stick close to me in case we need to jump out of here fast, ok?”

With a nod, Klaus crept in closer to Five, stepping on his heel and bumping into the back of him, almost knocking him over. Five stopped and turned around with his usual irksome glare at his sibling. “Not that close.”

“Sorry,” Klaus said with a guilty smile.

As they arrived on the main level, Five held a hand out behind him to stop Klaus until he did a quick surveillance of the area. They were in the main foyer area, with the doors to the living room closed. Five could smell their mother’s cooking again, so he knew they must be at the dining table. That feeling of regret and shame started to wash over him again. They may have been in a completely different timeline, but the day and time were the same, and it was one Five would never forget.

“Now what?” Klaus whispered.

Five was about to answer when they heard a small shuffling noise nearby. Five motioned to Klaus to follow him, making his way down one of the hallways. It was dimly lit, just like everything else in the house, but they could clearly make out a figure sitting on the floor  against one of the walls.

As they approached, the figure of the other Five became clearer. He was hunched on the ground, his back against the wall, knees drawn to his chest, and arms folded across the top of them. His forehead was resting on his forearms with his eyes closed. In the hand that was closest to Five and Klaus was a pistol.

Five hesitated. He recognized the gun as Reginald’s that was kept in one of the chests near the front door. It was always kept loaded inside the drawer, for emergencies, or at least that’s what Pogo had told the children. It had never occurred to their father to be concerned for the safety of small children in the home with easy access to a loaded weapon.

“Shit,” Five whispered under his breath, glancing quickly at Klaus with a worried expression.

Five and Klaus quietly made their way closer to the Five on the floor. He seemed smaller than normal, like a child, with the way he was huddled up and curling in on himself. Five worried about the gun, and he didn’t want to make any loud or sudden movements.

When the two brothers came within a few feet of the other Five, he must have sensed their presence. With his head bolting up, the pistol was immediately aimed at their heads. The older-looking Five kept his finger on the trigger, his eyes wide and manic. Five and Klaus both froze in place and when the other Five recognized them, his eyes clouded with confusion.

He kept the gun aimed at them, but he had moved his finger off the trigger. “What are you doing here?” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down.

“Stopping you from making a big mistake,” Five whispered. “Get up off the floor and let’s go.”

His other self shook his head slowly and then looked in the direction of the front door. “He needs to be stopped. So he can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

Five swallowed. He tried to imagine himself doing this exact same thing if their past paths hadn’t deviated so drastically from one another. But Five had worked so hard for so long to get back to his family that he had a hard time imagining abandoning them in order to exact revenge on their father. But yet, that was him on the floor looking deranged and pointing a gun at him and Klaus, so it must be what he would have done.

“Five, listen…” Klaus started. “I know how you feel. Believe me, if anyone has envisioned blasting a bullet through dear old Dad’s monocle, it’s me. But after a while…it just doesn’t matter anymore.”

“He’s right,” Five said. “I wish I could change so many things from my past, but we just can’t. What has happened has happened. You can kill Reggie, but it’s not going to make you feel any better.”

The other Five laughed. “I’m quite certain I would feel loads better knowing that shit head isn’t going to be out there, torturing other kids, and ruining their lives.”

Five looked incredulous at that statement. “Ruining their lives? Your life was anything but ruined, you absolute shit-for-brains! Do you realize what you have? What most people would do to have your life? What I would do?”

His other self didn’t say anything, but he lowered the gun. His eyes remained dark and angry and he swallowed hard, looking away from the other two.

“From the looks of it, I think you already know that, don’t you?” Klaus asked softly. “Because if you were going to go through with it, you wouldn’t be sitting here looking all sad and pathetic.”

The other Five glared up at Klaus. “Maybe I hesitated, that’s true. But there’s still time.”

Five looked up and shook his head before looking back down at his other self. “Fuck…that’s the thing! There’s always time! We have infinite time at our disposal; we always have. But nothing we do is going to change what happened to us.”

“I don’t care,” the other Five snarled.

Five sighed. “Alright, how about this? What if killing Reginald right now, today, alters the world? We know the butterfly effect can do some crazy ass things, so let’s say you blow him away today and you feel better about yourself. But then you return home to find out your wife isn’t your wife and your kids never existed. What then?”

His other self looked away again, gripping and re-gripping the pistol in his hand nervously. “I don’t know.”

“But it’s entirely possible and you know it. That’s why you’re sitting here in the dark instead of doing what you set out to do.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you think Marie would say about you being here? Do you think she’d be proud to hear you killed him?”

“Don’t talk about my wife! You know nothing about her…or me!”

“You’re right, I don’t know her. But I do know she’s at home in tears because she thinks you left her and your kids when the world is ending. And as for me not knowing you? I know you all too well, unfortunately. I know the way your mind works and how you operate. I know how every little thing that you have screwed up in your life eats at you until you feel like you want to crawl out of your skin. Why do you think I’m a fall down drunk half the time? For fun? No, because I want to forget every shitty thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to erase it from my mind. But all I’ve managed to do is alienate my family and become a cynical, jaded old man.”

“That’s all true,” Klaus pointed out, helpfully.

After an identical annoyed look at Klaus, both Fives faced each other again. “But he has tortured so many of us over so many timelines. He needs to be stopped,” the other Five said without as much conviction behind his words as before.

Five shook his head. “No, he doesn’t. Reginald will always be Reginald no matter what. You can destroy this one and another one will pop up again somewhere else. That’s just how it works.” He took another step closer to his other self. “Remember your first kill for the Academy? When we were eleven?”

The other Five nodded slowly. “Yeah…I remember. Snapped that guy’s neck.”

“And we had nightmares about him for weeks.”

“Yeah, and then we killed a few more, and it wasn’t as bad. What’s your point?”

“After you left the Academy, you’ve never had to kill again. And that’s because no one was forcing you into it for your own survival.” Five let out a long exhale and raked his hand through his hair. “You don’t want to do this. Because once you start killing again, you’re going to be that same, messed up eleven year-old kid again. That part never goes away, no matter how many lives you take. So, do yourself a favor. Be grateful for once in your goddamn life and go home. Go home to your family and your house, your parents that loved you, your career that you’re proud of. Don’t waste it all because of one asshole in the world that called himself our father at one point in our lives. Don’t let him define who you are.”

Neither Five said anything for a moment, and then Klaus tapped Five on the shoulder and whispered nervously to him, “I think we need to go. Listen.”

The sound of footsteps and voices started to get closer to the hallway they had been hiding in. They could make out the familiar sound of Ben’s voice and then the ominous caw of a crow.

“Shit,” Five mumbled before holding out his hand to his other self. “Come on, fuck wad, if you’re coming, we have to go. Now!”

After a few more tense seconds of the voices and bird noises growing closer, and Klaus becoming visibly agitated, the other Five grabbed Five’s hand and let him pull him off the ground. Klaus clasped onto his brother’s shoulder and the three of them were gone in a popping flash of light.

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Unwanted (Chapter 3)

Dark! Cheating! Bucky x Reader

Warning: Cheating

I wanted to break my own heart when I wrote this. I can’t say I was Wholly successful, but it stung a bit. 

The polls have spoken, Unwanted will become a full-blown series, I have gotten a few messages about making this a lighter fic and giving the reader a happier ending. Unfortunately, I had already created the outline, and didn't feel like changing the direction the series was going, however in the future I will pay more mind to this feedback. In the meantime, I will provide a warning for when the good times end for the reader. Thank you for supporting my works.

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Note: Stop here at this chapter if you're ok with a more ominous happy ending, because shit hits the fan after this.

 When you opened your door, you were surprised to see Steve on the other side, scratching the back of his head with a guilty look on his face and a sheepish smile.

Captain America had been a common visitor when you and your husband were still together, but he wasn't your friend so you were confused as to why he was at the entrance of your new abode. 

“Steve! How did you know where I lived?” you didn’t care about the why, you only wanted to know how the hell did he know where to find you. 

“Come on Y/N, I’m an avenger with access to government files and Tony Stark as my colleague.” he responds.

He looks you up and down “You look… healthy.”

You were about 4 ½  months pregnant, however with the food Mrs. Jennings had been preparing for you. Your face started filling out and coupled with the giant flannel you were wearing, you assumed you looked less pregnant and more chubby.

“Would you mind if I come in?” you’re taken aback by his question and couldn’t help but to ask why. 

“I really need to talk to you, it’s about Bucky.” he states.

Just as you were about to step back to let him in, you hear someone calling out.

“Hey!”

Both you and Steve turn to the voice behind him

“Hey Frank” you say. 

Steve looks at you but you ignore his stare. 

“Is everything alright?” Frank asks.

“Everything is fine.” Steve responds. 

You give Steve a look, bothered that he answered a question that wasn’t his to answer.  What shocked you more was Frank ignoring Captain America’s response, waiting for your own as he forewent Steve's scrutiny with his gaze directed at you. You knew why he was worried, you quickly glanced over at Steve and was confident in his cluelessness. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” you throw him a smile.

“Let me know if you need anything”.

Steve huffed and turned to walk into your apartment, and you rolled your eyes at his demeanor. 

“What an asshole.” he says “ why the hell is he so worried about you anyways, does he think Captain America would sit up here and hurt you in broad daylight?”

You shrug your shoulders, uncomfortable talking about Frank behind his back.” Do you want something to drink?” you ask, hoping to change the subject. 

He looks at you for a long time before responding “No Thank you” he squints his eyes at you. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I was eating dinner. “ You take a seat at your small dinner table to resume your meal of Macaroni and cheese with fried chicken.

Steve takes a seat across from you “You don’t seem to mind him.”

Again, you shrug your shoulders, and resume your mac. Steve didn’t need to know how helpful Frank had been to you in the past few weeks, he didn’t need to know that for the first time in a while, you had a genuine friendship that you didn’t want ruined. 

“ Okayy.” he seats back taking a moment to process the situation “I wanted to apologize”

You raise your eyebrows questioningly.

“For Bucky’s infidelity,” he clarifies. 

“Oh.” Honestly, you didn’t care anymore. 

You were surprised at how quickly you got over the situation. You guess they were right when they said out of sight out of mind. You took another bite of your mac. 

“I may have had something to do about it.” you give him a dead stare. 

“You told Bucky to cheat on me with my sister?” you asked.

“Well, no but…” he takes a breath. “I was sort of sneaking  around behind my wife’s back with a coworker, and had Bucky cover for me, multiple times, and I can’t help but feel like I had something to do with him partaking in that lifestyle.”

Wow 

You sat in shock and awe at the entire situation. All of these men were trash, even the golden prince himself, you started getting agitated. You’d met Steve’s wife, she was a very intelligent and sweet woman. You knew for a fact that she didn’t deserve what was happening to her.

“Does she know?” you ask. 

“No, but I think she’s suspecting something.”

Your agitation grows worse and you drop your fork in frustration.

“And why are you telling me this Steve?” you glare at him. 

“Bucky received the divorce papers yesterday, and he is completely beside himself.”

“And this is my problem, how?” his jaw ticks at your attitude. 

“He’s your husband and he regrets his mistake. I think you can find it in yourself to forgive him.”

“I don’t know who’s husband he is, but it’s definitely not mine, my papers are signed and filed, and if he refuses to sign his own, I’ll go the Unilateral route. Let the public know why I really left him.”

“Be reasonable, he really is regretting the situation.”

“He should have thought about that, before sticking his dick inside of my sister and getting her pregnant.” you didn’t realize how loud you were until the silence took over afterwards.

You sigh, grabbing your fork and resuming your meal.

“When did you become such a bitch?” 

That was the last straw, the rage that boiled inside of your heart was too great to contain. Fuck him being a super soldier, this was not okay.

“I hope your wife leaves your sorry ass, and finds someone amazing who’ll fuck the sadness of her, and every night while she’s getting railed by another man, you’re forced to think about it in your repurposed bachelorhood.”

Steve did not like that one bit. 

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He stands, making himself look much bigger than usual. Your own body fatigued as you were forced to stay seated. 

Yet despite the fear that had consumed you whole, you still felt that you needed to have the last word.

“You heard me.”

He chuckles, “I’ll see myself out.” he turns and heads to the front door. 

“Oh, and I’ll try to keep my mouth shut about the baby, but I can’t make any promises,”

The door slams shut, jolting the entire room

What the Fuck?

Later that night, Frank comes over, with a strawberry smoothie in hand and some leftovers from Mrs. Jennings. You knew he didn’t want to push you about Steve, and you were pretty sure he overheard at least some of your conversation, at least with all of the yelling you did. 

During a netflix binge you admitted everything that had happened between you, Buck and Lily. He takes a moment to digest the information and admits that he isn’t surprised that Lily was a part of an affair. 

It turns out that Lily had quite the habit of sleeping around, so much so that her last escapade had gotten her and Frank kicked out of their last apartment. Which was probably why she came running to you and Bucky.

If Steve was right, and Bucky was feeling remorseful, you wondered how Lily was taking it. But then you remember that it was not your problem anymore. These people hurt you beyond repair, you had no intention of intermingling with anyone involved ever again, and if you ever saw Bucky again, it would be too soon. 

It was too soon.

You were nearing 6 months and you and Frank had plans to binge a random netflix series, he had promised Chinese with a homemade jar of kimchi, straight from Mrs. Jennings. 

You should have known something was off when you heard a knock on your door.

Frank didn’t need to knock, as your stomach grew, Frank became more worried about you being by yourself too often, so he requested to get a copy of your key for emergencies. He didn’t really use it for emergencies but you didn’t mind.

Imagine your surprise when you find your ex-husband staring back at you, looking like he had been put through the ringer. 

Good.

What wasn’t good, was that you had on a regular tank top, to help you survive the end-of-summer heat, and your belly was out and showing. The first thing he does as soon as he sees it is move forward and try to touch it. You back up, slapping his hands away. 

“Don’t touch me.” you say. 

Bucky frowns and stares down at you, he attempts a smile.

“I missed you.” he croaks, his voice husky as he speaks.

“Well, that's too bad, now can you leave?” you say, trying to guide him back out of your apartment.

“Is this how you treat your husband?”

“My ex-husband, yes.”

“I didn’t sign the papers,” he says.

“It's good that I have other options.” you respond

“I have other options too,” he says. 

You give him a questioning look.

“I could always just take the baby,” he smirks as if he’s won some competition, and you’re shocked at his insinuation “I’m an avenger sweetheart, the resources I have at my fingertips are endless. Can you say the same?”

“You can’t take what’s not yours.” he’s stunned at your implication. 

You don’t know what made you say it but Bucky was not a fight that one could take lightly. 

“Is it Franks?” he says. 

You were stunned that he knew about Frank, Steve must have spoken to him, yet instead of answering you just shrug your shoulders and gesture for him to leave. 

He grabs your chin with his metal arm, squeezing until the pain makes you squeal. He chuckles, peaks down at your lips and lays a kiss on them. 

“I’ll be back”

Later that night when Frank comes over, he notices the bruising on your chin. You break down and tell him everything. 

You were so overwhelmed that you became almost inconsolable, but  Frank being the gem that he was, stayed with you throughout the entire night, giving you words of comfort and feeding you kimchi. 

Why did he have to show up?

Your due date was getting closer, and you were bigger than ever. 

Since the incident with Bucky you had been on edge for several weeks, but as the days went on you slowly began to calm.  

You figured maybe Lily was keeping him busy, with her own pregnancy and you were hoping their child would keep Bucky busy enough to leave you alone. 

Luckily you hadn’t heard a peep from anyone, not even Steve.

You began to forget why you were anxious, but every now and then the memory of Bucky at your doorstep would resurface and scare you all over again. 

Frank insisted that Bucky was an avenger, and a rehabilitated enemy of the state, he had too much to lose. You knew he was just trying to make you feel better, but it didn’t always work.

And Frank stayed by your place so often now, that it began to feel weird when he wasn’t there. There were no romantic feelings, everything more platonic, due to your shared experience of being hurt by the same person. So he’d grown to be a bit of a comfort for you. 

That night, Mrs. Jennings wanted to watch a scary movie, and since she didn’t want to watch it by herself she had enlisted you, Frank, and your unborn child for emotional support. She loved to rub your belly, acting as if it brought her good luck throughout her daily life. 

You and Mrs. Jennings was on the couch waiting for Frank to bring the popcorn and nachos, when you had an epiphany. 

You were happy. 

And not “Fake happy to appease your husband” but genuinely happy. It was small and unconventional but you had a family of people who cared for you, and you cared for them too. Regardless of the tinge of fear you felt at the back of your neck. You were finally happy.

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[jujutsukatsuki]

Toxic Eren x Reader fic for funsies <3

TW: substance abuse, overdose, rockstar!eren, Eren sings a Fall out boy song, cheating, Angsty

‘Y/n, if you’ve gotten this letter, it means I’m finally working the steps. When I first met you, I asked you if you could love me at worst. With bright eyes and a beautiful smile, you told me you’d love me until I was dead. That question has been haunting me since that night. I never figured it out why until now. You can love me at my worst, but I can’t love you at my worst.

You were everything to me. My moon, my sun, my stars. You loved me more than anyone ever had. I fell in love with you in the beginning in the wrong ways.

I was in love because I was high.

I told you I loved you because I wanted to fuck you. I realized how bad of a issue I’ve become. All the money I threw away to make sure my habits were filled. I was too fucked up to give any kind fuck.

I know I hurt you that night you found me on bathroom floor. I know I scared you. I’m sorry for all the lies I told, like I wasn’t cheating on you, like I wasn’t doing pills. I’m sorry.

I wish you could have met me before all the drugs. Before I burnt every bridge I had. Before I drank myself to sleep every night. Before the fame and glory.

I’m sorry for all the fights I caused and places I got us kicked out of. The jealous moments I had, watching you with Armin, how natural the chemistry between the two of you was, I lost my composure. I shouldn’t have hit him. Not when hours later I was fucking some girl whose name I didn’t know.

I’m sorry it got this bad. I’m sorry I got this bad.

I love you so much. I love the way you cared for me. The way you’d hold me and tell me you’d follow me to a graveyard. I want to go back and shake you, tell you to run before I ruin you. Tell you that I’ll hurt you.

You tried to save me but now you need to let me go. Please. Move on. Armin told me you’re waiting for me. Please don’t. Don’t do that to yourself.

I love you Y/n. But please move on. - Eren’

You look at the letter in your hand. The car radio is playing in the background. Armin let’s out a small breath.

“You okay?”

“No.” You whisper before setting the letter down. You buckle up and start to drive, turning the radio up. Of course it’s his song. You listen to his voice fill your car.

“We’re the kids who feel like dead ends.”

“Eren put me down!” You squeal. You had met Eren just a few hours before. Now here you were, him swinging you around before collapsing under the big oak tree on campus.

“Fine, fine.” He laughs as you both now lay in the soft grass, watching clouds blow by.

He tells you that he wants to be a musician, that he wants fame and glory. Words are falling out of his mouth faster than his brain can react. Eren is telling you about how his mother and father are in a loveless marriage and how he’d rather die than end up like them.

“The record just won’t stop skipping and the lies just won’t stop slipping and besides, my reputations on the line.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Eren screams at his crew that’s currently working on his newest music video. He had been sober for a few hours, longest he had been. He was out of drugs and was turning into an asshole.

“How long have you been sober?” Armin asks him as he sulks in his make up chair.

“Few days.” This is a lie that Armin sees through it but doesn’t say anything.

“Please put the doctor on the phone cause I’m not making any sense.”

He had disappeared into the bathroom hours ago after a fight. Finally you get the courage to go check on him. Pressing your ear to the door gives you zero answers. It’s silent. You fear the worst.

“Eren?! Eren!!” You scream and begin pounding on the door. Nothing.

You grab your phone and start to dial 9-1-1. Armin leaves his room to check what’s going on. He decides to break the door. The lady on the other end of the phone is asking you questions you only answer after her second time asking most of them.

Eren is laying on the ground, a puddle of puke next to him, his skin is ghostly white. Eyes half lidded. You scream and sob as you kneel next to him, cradling his body in your arms as you cry for him to wake up until the ambulance gets there.

“We can fake it for the airwaves. Force our smiles baby, half dead. From comparing myself to everyone else around me.”

The song fades out as you drive, tears are rolling down your cheeks, Armin glances to you. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. The radio cuts the silence.

“Rockstar Eren Yeager has entered rehab after a rumored long time substance and Alcohol abuse. This is coming after the news of his overdose three months ago where it’s said that his long time girlfriend, Y/n Y/l, and manager Armin Arlert, found him on the bathroom floor of the house all three of them share.”

[lesbianbriars]

I legit had to write this out in my drafts because if I tried writing it all out in an ask it'd be like 10x more incoherent

I also read your sparchess fic recently and man. MAN. it absolutely gutted me like a fish, I could go off on a whole tangent but I think Tea did a good job at saying what I wanted to say so I’m just gonna focus on your version of Sparrow because HOOOHHH BOYYYYYY

(DISCLAIMER: I love the way you wrote him)

He is an asshole. I Love To Hate Him because like. he tells Duchess that she deserves better and after he fucking ruined her chance at getting a destiny that’s significantly better than her own, and what does he say when Duchess is rightfully pissed and calls him out on the fact he manipulated and betrayed her?

“You can’t just wait for things to fall into your lap, Duchess,” he snapped, and she was stunned — this was the first time he’d really used her name. “If you don’t want your destiny, you have to fucking make a new one. You can’t let Grimm drag you around on a string.”

My initial reaction to that: DUDE?? SHUT THE FUCK UP??? YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DICTATE THAT FOR HER???????

Here’s the thing about his claim that she can just “make a new one [destiny]”. The Rebels are already doing struggling to do that. Like. Milton and all the other outside forces are making that really fucking hard, so for him to just be like “she doesn’t need to settle for being the Evil Queen, she can make herself her own destiny”, is just… frustratingly naive.

And also! He does not have the right to dictate what’s best for her!! Cool motive, still a dick fucking move!!

I hope that if you ever right a sequel, Duchess does make him pay. Like, yeah, we don’t know if Milton would’ve actually given her Raven’s destiny, but to quote Duchess herself- he knew what the stakes were for her. And he threw it away.

TLDR; RAAAAGHHHHHH 10/10 fic will read again

lmao thank you so much!!! i myself absolutely adore sparrow and found myself extremely confused by his motivations in the original book, so i decided to give him this sort of messed up morally gray motivation where he thinks he’s trying to help her but is like. completely off base and only ends up isolating her further. i thought it would be an interesting deviation from his relatively shallow motivations in canon to have a twist where he did genuinely care about her — he just fucked it up. i’m really glad you enjoyed what i did with him.

i do not at all plan to write a sequel — the open ending is part of what was fun to me about writing this fic, kind of leaving it with strings untied and feelings unresolved — but if i did i’m afraid i’d likely be much more sympathetic to sparrow than you’d prefer haha. i think it’s more complicated than him just being a bad guy, and i would want to kind of expand upon that.

regardless, thank you so much for sending me your thoughts 💓 any time someone reaches out to me like this it truly makes my day; it shows me that my art really does affect people, and that is really really special.

i appreciate you so much!!