infernalpursuit

[tofuingho]

Imagine back in their college days, Vlad tries to break up Jack and Maddie, so Maddie will date him, but accidentally ends up seducing Jack (it wouldn't be very difficult).

Imagine Jack and Vlad cuddling in bed while Vlad has a mental break down.

He can't break up with Jack. Everyone knows he was behind Jack and Maddie's break up, so if he does break up with Jack, everyone will think he's an asshole.

Maybe it's before his accident, so he doesn't have his ghostly obsession with Maddie. Maybe it's after, and his obsession slowly shifts to Jack. Maybe his accident happens while he's dating Jack and, because they're dating, Jack visits him everyday and that's why Vlad falls in actual love with him.

Maybe, someday, they'll ask Maddie to be their surrogate. Here comes Jazz and Dan and Danny and Dani <surprise triplets. They picked out Daniel and Danielle to be cute because that's what people do to twins, but Dan was hiding behind the other two. Neither Vlad nor Jack is good at naming, so the birth certificates say Daniel, Danielle, and Danley. They got some bombastic side eye from the nurses.>

[thecameronchronicles]

Crimson

TW: Mentions of blood. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Period sex with your boyfriend, JJ.

WORD COUNT: 1800

*Requested*

Crimson

There were many benefits to being a woman, such a perk having been the fact that you caught JJ Maybank’s eye over the summer and had become inseparable. And yet, of all of the advantages that being a feminine figure entailed, THIS was not one of them. The bloating. The cramps. The sugar cravings. The aches. Not to mention the fact it left you unbearably horny, a detail worsened by the way JJ constantly affected you even without these hormones. And it was something he was well aware of as he wouldn't have to do anything more than a smirk or a few seconds of a ‘come hither’ look before you would be intertwined beneath him and crying out in name. It would be enough to forget about your monthly friend, that bitch who always came uninvited, as he led you into the back bedroom of the Chateau with your body adored within his hands. 

“You’ve been driving me crazy…” He groaned while his lips met with your neck, the vibration of his words to your skin being sent directly between your thighs. But as his fingers made their way to the edge of your shorts and adjacent panties beneath, teasing that obstacle between you and your pleasure, your body convulsed away from him once remembering what laid just beyond that fabric. 

“Are you not in the mood?” He asked with only a moment’s hesitation as he returned his lips to your neck, working his way along your shoulder to that spot just below your ear that made your eyes roll once feeling his breath return to your skin. 

“I’m sure that I could convince you…” But once again as his fingers moved against you, you retracted as if it caused physical pain. 

“Sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry-”

“If you don’t want me, I’ll try not to take it to heart…” He feigned chest pain by lifting his hand to his chest as he saw you turn away with embarrassment. How badly you wanted him, always, was almost unhealthy as it consumed the majority of your thoughts. But how could it not when he seduced you constantly with those devilish smirks and damn dimples. 

“Baby, what is it? I didn’t hurt you last time, did I?”

“No! I just…I can’t…” His eyes narrowed in confusion as he tried to be supportive, but found more confusion than anything as you were usually easy to convince out of your clothes due to your love for him. Day or night, The Chateau or even his truck, it didn’t matter, you were his for the taking. Which was why his confusion remained as you searched for a way to explain as the words suddenly felt dirty on your tongue. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but you gotta tell me that-”

“No, I do-I do!” He smiled at the desperation present beneath the fisting made against his shirt. 

“I…I’m…” Your eyes entertained him with the way they flashed around, trying to hint at the words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. A humored lift of his lips would widen once he put the pieces of your amusing charades together. 

“Baby, do you think I care?” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Somehow this made you feel more vulnerable than even your first time with him. 

“You…don’t?” To this, he walked you back to the edge of the bed. 

“I love your body…and that’s a part of it…Besides, I heard Pope and Kie talk about it that it helps with all the things you have to deal with…cramps and shit…” You smirked at the way he was playing off the details he didn’t know well, but couldn’t help but feel a twinge of relief in knowing he wasn’t deterred by it either. 

“If you don’t want me to, though-” You paused. 

“I just don’t want you to feel like you-” He interrupted you with a kiss. 

“Do you want me?” You nodded. 

“Then that’s all I need to know…” He guided you softly onto the bed, unsure how rough you wanted him due to the effects of your cramps and other aches, but was quick to source your body with his touch. 

Your hips were always his starting point as he could begin here even in public, a dance of foreplay to where he could bring your cheeks to blush without embarrassing you and tainting your modesty. But as you were alone, those fingers were eager beneath the fabric of your clothes and rising to your chest, appreciating the apexed nipples beneath his palms that he pulled into a pinch, and then descending higher to your cheeks. 

Fingers wrapped within your hair, he would keep his dominant hand on a path back down to your hip as your touch removed the loose shirt from his torso to reveal him to you. Your touch outlined the definition of his physique, bronzed and beautiful, before biting your lip as he grinned, the way you loved his body paling in comparison to how he adored yours. 

“If you want me to stop at any-” You shook your head, interrupting his chivalry as he chuckled.

“You don’t ever have to be embarrassed, sweetheart. Let me take care of you…” He kissed the skin of your hips, a trail made from one side to the other, before looking up to you one last time for confirmation. 

When given, he pulled your shorts freely from your body, discarding them without care-along with your panties, and revealing you to him. But immediately, your thighs attempted to press together as he stared, the evidence of your monthly visitation in drops as his finger teased your sex.

“Relax, sweetheart…” You tried, unsteady breaths making this difficult as he would lick against your clit, your body arching to the surprise of his breath. 

“You don’t have to-” He would interrupt you with a sudden unsheathing of his fingers inside of you, a gasp acting as a prelude to your tremors as he bent that chosen finger in perfect precision to that most sensitive button locked within. 

“You say that to me again and I’ll have to get a little rough with you to show just HOW much I apparently DO have to…If you think a little blood will keep me away from this delicious pussy…” He moved back between your folds, his dirty words sweetened by the way his tongue worked against you. Quickly, your fingers ran through his hair, tugging as he turned his flicks swifter, until finally sucking once your tremors brought you to that edge. 

“JJ…” You breathed in your best attempts to do so with any form of steadiness. When this failed, you gave in to what was otherwise a consolation before he withdrew. 

“God, you have no idea what those moans do to me-”

“Please JJ.”

“You want me inside you, sweetheart?” You nodded as he smirked, having undressed at some point while pleasuring you with that smartassed tongue always left eloquent in lust exclusively for you. 

“Then do it…” He teased as you reached for his shaft, his breath shifting for just a moment, before you would lead him inside of you. 

“Oh shit…” He groaned, “So warm…” You both chuckled as you turned away with a blush as he pulled you back to him. 

“How do you feel even better than-fuck…” He groaned to the feeling of your fingers embedding into his arms. Somehow, it HAD felt better. The sensations you were well familiar with had been heightened in this moment; something both of you were eager to take advantage of. 

“Let me see all of you, baby…” He guided as you removed the shirt from your chest as he was quick to mend the chill left by a lack of covering. With slow thrusts, he manipulated your breast between his teeth as the other would find comfort in his palm, kneading attention and squeezing, having mended the ache otherwise beneath. 

“Oh, JJ…”

“Feel good baby?”

“So good…” You whimpered as he nodded in agreement against you. 

“You always feel so good, but-goddamn!” He smirked, driving a chuckle from within you, before his fingers would now wrap in the sheets beneath you. 

“Please, JJ, faster…Please…” Your whines were pitiful and he lived for them. 

“Hold onto me.” He instructed as you would do just that before he lifted you into a straddle as he used the headboard of the bed for support as you were now given more control over your mutual exchange. 

“I don’t want to go too hard or anything, but I still wanna make you come as good as you always do…so just this once…” His hand wrapped at the back of your neck. 

“I’ll let you be in control, okay, baby?” You nodded. 

“Then move, baby…please move, you’re killing me…” You bobbed your head in agreement as you basked in the expressions left behind by your actions. Although you focused solely on the way he’d felt inside of you, you couldn’t help but adore the way his eyes fluttered closed or shot open when you’d roll your hips in a specific way he loved well, not to mention the part of his lips that made you mimic its agape retraction. It was almost like a work of art to know you were the reason behind it. 

“Fuck-Do that again. Please baby, clench around me again!” He rasped as you obeyed, his body curving into yours to the sensation granted by your tightness clenched that much further. 

“JJ…” You whimpered as he draped his hand from your thigh and onto your clit. 

“Sing for me pretty girl…I want you to come all over my cock..I wanna feel it…” You nodded, that edge brought even closer with each rubbing made of his fingers. 

“Come with me JJ-”

“I’m close baby…Fuck, I’m way too close…” He scoffed as you pulled him up from your chest, forehead resting against his, before feeling him sharpen his grip before a final kiss to your lips had marked that silent release from sensations too intense to speak along with. 

“Shit…” You confessed as he remained this way inside of you, the flexings of his cock set in tremulous responses to your own contractions as he moaned to the continuation of your warmth. 

“I want to know your schedule.” You pulled back with a chuckle. 

“My schedule?”

He nodded. “We are doing this every day for SURE until next month-”

“So you’ll only have sex with me when I’m-”

“No, I’m taking you as much as you’ll let me. But ESPECIALLY during this…” He kissed you sweetly, cursing in disbelief, before pulling you onto your feet. 

“Wonder if it feels the same in the bath…”

“Only one way to find out…” You challenged as he flexed his brow and pulled you to the bathroom to do just that…

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[blazedgraysons]

Drunk Off You

In which you try to seduce Grayson while drunk and he takes care of you. 

A/N: wow, i didn’t not think i’d ever do this but i’m bored in quarantine and what better way to spend it writing fics. this is very inspired by me getting wine drunk and remembering a gorgeous fic “Vodka” written by @reveriesforyou. While I know Mr. Treat Your Mind and Body Right will never drink, I do think he’d be very soft with you. 

Word Count: 1K (she’s a shortie)

Warnings: drinking, some shitty dirty talk and a barely nsfw-ish part in the middle. Enjoy! ♡

Grayson heard giggling at his front door, which was weird for two reasons: 1. He hadn't received a notification to open the gate and 2. It was one in the morning. A sense of dread overcame him as he listened to another giggle, wondering if it was just another overeager fan who stumbled onto the infamous Dolan property.

As he lifted himself off the couch, pausing whatever movie he'd been sleeping through, he stopped after hearing his name called softly. A soft call that suspiciously sounded like you. However, that couldn't be possible since he had dropped you off at your friends for an impromptu girls night five hours earlier. Yet, his suspicions were confirmed when he opened the door. You, losing your primary source of balance, crash into Grayson which sends you both tumbling to the ground.

He mumbles a shocked 'ow' while you excitedly squeal his name and wrap your arms around his neck to obnoxiously kiss him all over his face.

"Not that I'm not excited to see you, Y/N," He dodges a kiss, "but what are you doing here? I thought you were having a girl's night with Lia and them?"

"I was." You provided as if that was a helpful enough explanation as to how you ended up back at his place. He finally kisses you back, tasting whatever remained of however many shots you took, slowly piecing things together. You were drunk (well, he figured that much when you couldn't get the key into the doorway, but this only confirmed it.)

"Are you drunk?" Hs asked slowly, hoping to get a verbal confirmation, but you only playfully roll your eyes.

"Drunk off you, baby." You pause as if you were thinking, "and maybe a few tequila shots but mainly you."

He lets out a little chuckle before lifting you off him, so you two are sitting across from each other in the entryway. He briefly hopes that Ethan doesn't wake up because he's not sure how he would deal with both his grumpiness and the inevitable hangover you're going to have in the morning. You continue rambling, not noticing your boyfriend had stopped listening.

"And so naturally, we started talking about our boyfriends and our favorite things they do during sex." He perks up at this, "And I told them about you and all the incredible, mind-blowing things you do to me, and we all agreed I should come over so you could do them to me right now."

You had already crawled over to him by the time you finished and were sitting in his lap, smiling sweetly at him as if you hadn't just declared you left your girl's night in hopes of a good fuck. He couldn't help the small part of his ego that swelled. Obviously, he would never try anything with you while you were in this state. But it was still nice to know that you wanted him just as much as he seemed to always want you.

"Sweetness, you're drunk. Let's wait until the morning, yeah?" He offers gently, hoping that little negotiation will calm you enough for you to want to just go to bed and sleep away the alcohol. But, you're not known for making his life easier and so you roll your eyes irritably at him.

"You weren't telling me to wait earlier when you wanted my mouth on your dick."

And fuck, he really shouldn't be turned on by that, not when it was meant to be a throwaway comment at his expense. But that statement allows memories (and a little bit of blood too if he's honest) to flood straight from his brain to his dick. He's hit with the thought of you on your knees, eyes tearing up and taking him so well in the way only you can. Jerking him off quickly and quiet begs for him to come before you had to go. 

Feeling his dick twitch slightly, he sighs and looks up at you. You're still perched on his lap, smiling innocently with your head cocked to the side as if you're now seeing this situation in a whole new light. Now looking back, this should've been a big red flag to Grayson (because while you were blessed with many traits, innocence has never been one of them), but admittedly, he was still thinking with his dick which made him wholly unprepared for what came out of your mouth next-

"Oh, you liked that?" You whisper lowly next to his ear, "I promise I can do that and so much more for you right now. Sloppy, messy, wet. If only you could feel how wet I am for you right now, I swear-"

What you were going to swear, he honestly will never know because he cuts you off by placing a large hand over your mouth.

"Jesus, Y/N, enough." He grits out. He finally moves you off his lap and brings you both to your feet. "We're going to take your makeup off, change and go to bed, okay?"

Sensing that he was no longer in a mood to be toyed with, you nod slowly and follow him to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of the bathtub watching as he grabs you a hoodie and the spare makeup wipes you left behind along with some Advil for the morning. You slip his sweatshirt on before slowly turning to him-

"Can you do it, please?" You ask in a hushed tone, handing him the makeup wipes, and whatever minor annoyance he might've had at you melts at that simple request. You sit on the counter as he softly grabs your face and starts gently removing your makeup, thinking how these are the moments with you he lives for —the softness, the quiet intimacy and simple domesticated moments that he wouldn't trade for anything. You play with his signature silver chain as he finishes up with a soft kiss to your lips.

"There's my pretty girl." He whispers to you, unsure while you're both being so quiet. "Let's get you to bed, angel."

You nod while wrapping your arms around his neck, your silent way of asking to be carried, and he takes the both of you to his bed. As he starts to get comfortable, he smiles at the soft snores that have already begun to come from your mouth. He turns to shut his light off, already thinking of the different orgasms you'll get tomorrow as a hangover cure.

[willykappymarnsmatts]

Angels Like You (Can't Fly Down Here With Me)(Chapter 3)(A. Matthews/M. Marner)

Mitch has only been awake for .2 second when the banging on his front door starts. He jumps up from the bed, surprisingly not that hungover, and shuffles his feet towards the door in only a pair of sweatpants, not bothering to put on a shirt. When he opens it, he’s met with a bored-looking Auston Matthews leaning against the doorframe in a black t-shirt and jeans, his jacket slung over his shoulder. Mitch’s face falls so slightly that if Auston didn’t know him as well as he does, he wouldn’t have even noticed. But he knows him better than any other person in the world, so of course he notices.

“It’s just you,” Mitch mumbles before turning back into his apartment, leaving the door open behind him so Auston can come in.

“Just me?” Auston asks towards Mitch’s back, unsure if he should be offended or not, as he shuts the door and locks it before following Mitch into the apartment. This isn’t new for them, for one of them to show up at the other’s place unannounced, so Auston’s a little unsure of why Mitch seems so disappointed to see him. His heart starts pounding when he realizes what the reason could be, with him possibly making their entire relationship super awkward by the way he was basically eye-fucking Mitch the other night.

“I thought maybe… it was her.”

Auston’s breathing returns to normal, but it still hurts to hear that he wasn’t the first person Mitch would have wanted to see, only because Mitch is the first thing Auston thinks about every morning. No surprise, but still. “Oh,” he says, unsure of how he should really respond to him.

“Oh, no, not like that. I have a box of her shit packed and if she doesn’t come by to pick it up by the time we leave tonight, I’m throwing it in the trash. I’m just already tired of seeing it sitting there.”

Auston can’t help but perk up at that. He’s not proud of it, but he can’t help it. It’s not even just because he’s in love with him. Mostly it is, but also he just wants Mitch to be happy, no matter what. Seeing how upset he was the other day… he just never wants to see Mitch that messed up ever, especially not as a result of some girl’s actions. “Oh?”

“Yeah, Will talked some sense into me last night and I realized I was never actually in love with her. I thought it was love because that’s what she told me it was, and I didn’t want to believe otherwise because I thought I was lucky.” Mitch turns around so he’s facing Auston in his small living room and gives a small, half-hearted smile. “Turns out I’m just an idiot.”

Auston’s heart actually breaks at that, like completely shatters. His chest actually might collapse at the idea of someone breaking Mitch into pieces so small that he thinks it’s his fault he’s hurting. That he thinks he’s an idiot. “Oh, Mitchy, you are not an idiot.” Mitch opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. Auston takes a step closer to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. It’s such an overly-friendly gesture he might throw up, but he won’t be able to focus if he does anything more. “You care so much about other people, often more than they deserve. You trust so easily, and you always see the best in people, and that’s something I love about you.” Mitch cocks his head to the side, his eyes flicking back and forth over Auston’s. Auston takes a breathe and clears his throat, willing himself not to break down right here an now because fuck, that would make things complicated. “Anyone would be lucky to have you as their boyfriend, trust me. She’s the one that’s losing something incredible, and she doesn’t even know it.”

Mitch stares at him for a second, then launches himself at Auston, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. Auston wraps his arms around Mitch’s waist so he’s entirely surrounded by Auston’s body. He will never get over how small he is, how perfectly they fit together. In the moment, it seems insane that they would ever spend a second apart. Neither of them moves for a long time, but never does it become awkward. Auston thinks his heart might actually explode, feeling complete only when he’s in Mitch’s space. “You’re the best, Aus.” Mitch whispers as he pulls away from him, keeping his hands on his shoulders. Auston just smiles, afraid that if he tries to speak, he would voice everything he feels. He immediately misses the warmth of Mitch’s body against his own, but swallows and runs his hand through his hair instead of pulling back into his arms. “So, wanna cook for me?” Mitch asks, dropping his arms and cracking a grin that only just meets his eyes, as if the air between them wasn’t thick with tension less than thirty seconds ago.

Auston groans, feeling his heart begin to relax as they fall into easy routine, and Mitch just continues to smile. “Pleaseee,” he drawls, leaning so close to Auston he feels his breath on his lips. Auston grabs his hand and leads him to the kitchen, rolling his eyes to keep himself from kissing him. It would be so easy, but wrong.

“I cannot believe you. I come over here as a good friend to check on you, and you make me cook for you,” he grumbles, trying to keep the smile from his face.

“You love me, dumbass.”

“I really do,” Auston whispers, his back still to Mitch, so quiet he assumes Mitch doesn’t hear.

“What’d you say?”

“I said fuck you,” Auston chirps.

Mitch jumps up onto the countertop and pulls Auston between his legs by the collar of his shirt. He leans into him and whispers against his ear “I’d love to.”

Auston’s breath catches and he shuts his eyes tight to gain composure, keeping his cheek against Mitch’s until he knows he won’t pass out when he steps away. He steps away and clears his throat, then looks up and Mitch and forces a laugh. “Eggs?” He asks, and Mitch nods as if he wasn’t just attempting to seduce him. He does that with everyone, Auston tells himself. It’s completely platonic.

They’re best friends.

While he’s going through the fridge, pulling things out to make omelettes, Mitch scrolls through his phone.

Mitch abandons his phone on the counter after a short two minutes and watches Auston move around his kitchen like it’s his own. Once Auston’s cracked the eggs into the pan and is beginning to throw cheese in, Mitch takes a breath and opens his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Hm?” Auston responds, his focus still on the stove, unsure of where Mitch is going to go with this.

“I kinda sucked the past year, and I’m just… I’m sorry.”

“What?” Auston asks breathlessly, glancing up at him. “I thought we just talked about this.”

“I never apologized, though.”

“Well, you don’t have to. I told you I understand.”

“No, Auston, please let me just… let me just.” Mitch looks almost defeated, so Auston leans his hip against the counter and nods, looking back and forth between him and the stove.

“Okay, Mitchy, tell me.” Mitch is silent then, picking at the skin on his thumb, when he suddenly looks up at meets Auston with the most intense gaze he’s given him all morning.

“I’ve been horrible to you, and I really want to say sorry. I care about you a lot, you’re my favourite person and my best friend, and I kinda took you for granted a lot. You had every chance to replace me, and you didn’t. You still call me your best friend and I really don’t deserve you and just… I’m sorry. And also thank you for not throwing our friendship away.”

It’s Auston’s turn to be silent, thinking about how to phrase exactly what he wants to say. He flips the omelette in the pan so he can leave it alone for a bit, then walks over to where Mitch is sitting on the countertop and pushes himself into the space between his legs, so they’re standing the same way as before. He feels like his chest is gonna burst with the proximity of him and Mitch and their lips and it’s all just a lot, but he can’t move away now. Plus, he loves nothing more than being in Mitch’s space. It makes him feel more confident, more comfortable.

Safe.

“I would never throw our friendship away. You are literally the best person I know, and you love so much and so hard that I know I won’t always be your favourite person. I’ve accepted it as a fact, Mitchy, and it’s okay. But you will always, always, be mine.” Auston wraps his arms around Mitch’s waist and pulls himself towards his body, so Mitch is forced to throw his arms over Auston’s shoulders. He buries his face in the crook of Auston’s shoulder and sighs.

“You’re wrong though. I love you the most. Always.”

Auston could die. He could actually just fucking melt into a puddle and remain there for the rest of time. He can’t breathe, and then Mitch is pulling back to look at him, and he realizes there’s tears running down his face. “Matty,” Mitch giggles slightly, so soft and affectionate, and wipes them away. He just looks at him then, smiling, and it feels as if there’s nothing more important in the world then the two of them right there and then.

Except for the burning omelette in the pan.

“Um, Matts…” Mitch nods behind him and Auston whips around and grabs a plate to empty the pan onto, much to the amusement of Mitch, still comfortably seated on the counter. He grabs a towel to wave at the smoke alarm to keep it from going off, repeating swear after swear under his breath. Mitch is doubled over on the counter, laughing his head off, and the sight of him happy makes all of it okay.

His own heart is breaking, but Mitch is smiling. Mitch is happy. That’s literally all the matters.

[karanuit]

VERONA ! 

synopsis. in which park seonghwa found himself in the modern reenactment of shakepeare’s romeo and juliet, just without the deaths.  

muses. park seonghwa and female reader.

genre. a larger ratio of fluff over angst.

trigger warning. smoking, degradation, mentions of toxic relationships and cheating.

type. bad boy and good girl. 

word count. 5,098 words.

mirae's note. i've never had my first kiss and that shows through this work so i apologize in advance if it looks greasy— also, please take note that i do not condone toxic relationships and if any of you ever experience troubles like that, i'm here for you hoomans.

more often than not, park seonghwa was known to be a modern day romeo montague. 

a young man with a lean build and a chiseled face that was said to have been erected by the hands of the gods themselves, women and men alike found themselves stumbling upon their feet with tied tongues and dazed visions. with a bouquet of intelligence and allure to offer, many found themselves wishing to take him home to introduce him to their parents as their boyfriend. 

but there is no such thing as the perfect creation, the youth being a prime example of this as he was known to have an untamed heart that strayed far too easily. many helpless people had been on the short end of this unfortunate curse, each one entering with the hope to claim that they were the one who held his heart yet were left in despair after a week or two. by then, they were already put aside for a new lover that only served as another notch on his belt. 

it certainly didn't help that he was not one to follow the rules, a firm believer in impulsive decisions that usually lead him to slipping out by a single hair. the school uniform that had been designed the portray the institution's virtues of honor, humility, temperance and chivalry was reformed in his hands by substituting the blazer for a leather jacket and leaving the top two buttons of his shirt undone with the same action done for his tie. teachers and students alike would be surprised to find him inside the classroom but remain indifferent to the fact that he was dozing in the furthest desk of the room. 

a man of insatiable habits and a tarnished reputation that spelled nothing good, it wasn't surprising to catch him attending to his own devices by himself as no one ever wanted to approach him. only a few brave souls had ever tried to do the deed but they were the same individuals whose hearts had been shattered by him without a morsel of remorse from his side. it's better to stick to on the path that you know rather than straying to the murky grounds where bitter tears and aching regrets wait to pounce on its new victim, they all murmured to each other. 

but you were not one of them, not one to join in on badmouthing others or judge a person by the impression that they gave off through the experience of others. instead, you held barrels of empathy inside of you and did your best to understand and befriend each new person you met. you were an exquisite pearl within the multitude of grazed oysters that could not keep you contained for too long as they deemed your kind soul too much to handle. 

and it was by pure luck that you ended up washing upon his grounds. 

the ticking hand of the clock resonated through the building, the sound of footfalls following after it as students bolted out of their classrooms and filled the hallways with after school plans playing energetically on their minds. you were never one to join the bustling crowd, opting to let a few minutes pass by before you stepped out after a few parting words were exchanged with your lecturer. by then, there was more space for you to roam around as you headed home but not before making a stop at the vending machine that stood in the west wing of the campus. 

it was a rarity to find anyone else there, the myths that consisted of a ghost guarding the area was more than enough to scare the students from cruising across it. that was why you were taken aback when you noticed a lean figure leaning by the machine with a cigarette lightly grasped between two nimble fingers. as you drew closer with each step, you saw more than enough of the mysterious figure to take note that he was the notorious troublemaker of the university. 

you were unsure if he had noticed you but you weren't willing to test the theory out, not when his tense stature told you that he was preoccupied with something. with your mind easily made up, you selected your favourite snack from the machine and inserted the designated amount of money before one of the coins slipped out of your hands. you were quick to bend down but paused when you heard him say, “are you trying to seduce me?” 

the coin was slipped back in its rightful place as you examined his face, trying to figure out whether he was being serious or not. it was obvious that he was not one to divulge his emotions easily so you took a gamble with your reply and offered him a teasing smile. “depends, is it working?” 

this had earned a light chuckle from him but he didn't say anything further, leaving you to assume that their exchange of words was short lived. you waited for your snack to be dispensed, dipping once more to collect it before you indulged yourself by taking a bite. there was no need for you to rush so you allowed your taste buds to savor the flavour, all the while the smell of smoke seeped into your senses through small groups. 

“aren't you going to take pity on your lungs?” he took another nip from his cigarette and let the puffs fall from his lips easily, his brow slightly arched by your question. “you were probably lucky to escape health ed but that stick is a nudge towards death's hands.” 

he slowly nodded, taking numerous glances between you and the item before he asked with amusement laced in his voice. “well then princess, what do you suggest i do?” 

he wasn't sure what he was expecting but you taking the cigarette out of his fingers and crushing it under your shoe looked far from the spectrum of his expectations. when he looked at you with his lips parted slightly from shock, you merely shrugged and told him, “you asked so i gave you my suggestion.” 

you brushed off your hands, the traces of ash floating away before you took another nibble of your snack and patiently awaited his next move. his fingers twitched from the temptation to light another cigar but he paused and chose to brush it under the rug, catching himself by surprise. with his former distraction tucked away, he settled with the next best thing — getting to know you. 

he started off with introductions, asking for your name which you gave without pondering upon your decision. he had done the same, to which you had replied, “don't worry, i already know who you are.” 

his chuckle had made an appearance once more but this time, it was accompanied with a smirk as he remarked, “let me guess, the big bad wolf who'll gobble you up if you're not careful.” 

you wanted to deny it, wincing quietly at the way he had phrased it as you had heard much worse but you chose with the softer blow and settled for nodding instead. he looked composed but the small flicker of hurt gave it away, a tell tale sign that told you of his true feelings. though usually an empathetic person, you found yourself struggling to console him or even share an experience similar to his. despite your lack of knowledge in his presence, you still tried your best by telling him. “for the record, i don't believe what they say. i'm sure there's more to you that they're simply twisting for their amusement.” 

seonghwa was left bereft by your words, finally seeing first-hand how it felt for others when they found themselves in the same vicinity as him. before he could try and untangle his muddled mind to throw you a reply, you had already finished your snack and turned to leave the perimeter. “i'm sorry mars bar but i have to go before my roommate has an aneurysm over my late arrival.” 

you sent him a kind smile, one that sent an unfamiliar jolt in his heart and was the last thing he could grasp of you until their next potential meeting. his back pressed against the wall as he held a hand to his chest, trying to wrangle the quick palpitations of his heartbeat and muttered to himself, “what's happening to me?” 

another question had rested upon his lips, impatiently waiting to be drawn out of the abyss. had he truly given his heart up before or was it a mere infatuation that had spawned from one of cupid's wayward arrows? there was only one who held the answer but in order to find out, his courage had to be put to the test. 

  though interacting with him was never in your initial routine, you welcomed his presence as a new addition to fill the gaps of your usually uneventful afternoons. with each day that flew by, you always found yourself eager to slip out of the building and see the male whose lack of devotion to attending classes limited their meetings to only those moments by the vending machine. you had always tried to ask him why he could never be bothered to listen to the lectures yet all you would receive was a pat on the head and a small bite of your snack taken from your grasp. 

no one knew about the star-crossed friends, not that either of you were bothered to find out what others thought about their friendship but at the same time, you preferred to live without the prying eyes and wagging tongues. both of you liked that area as it was with its lack of crowds and veil of tranquility that engulfed the air among it. but nothing is able to stay peaceful for too long, the west wing and their friendship had fallen as a victim to this for someone had come seeking to disturb that balance. 

the day that turmoil came looking for attention, you were only strolling towards the area with a hum resonating from your lips and loose change clinking along to the melody of your footfalls from within your blazer pocket. as you approached the vicinity, you noticed the familiar figure but this time, his back was turned towards your and the upper muscles beneath his clothing looked to be strained, tense if you had to put a specific emotion upon it. with each step, you heard not only his voice but another whose pitch could rival the scraping of nails across a chalkboard. 

you could have almost gasped when you recognized the female's face but tried not to make your presence known to the pair who looked to be in a heated argument. it was too late as piercing eyes that flared with hatred pinpointed you in its levels with long manicured nails itching to sink into your skin mercilessly. hwang eunbyul, the headmaster's daughter who supposedly held the student body within her hands. no one ever wanted to approach her out of fear of her haughty and controlling personality. eunbyul's nose turned up, mockery dripping from her voice as she pointed to you and said, “it's because of her, isn't it?” 

seonghwa turned around, hoping not to see the person he wished wouldn't have to stand witness to such a scene as that but lady luck was not on his side. your ingenuous figure stood still, brows knitted in confusion as the unwanted presence continued, “really ddeonghwa, has your taste plummeted that low to the point that you'd go for someone as ugly as her?” 

eunbyul laughed loudly, the sound painfully grating at his ears and contrasted so drastically to the melodious tune that he had gotten used to hearing over the past few months. “it's obvious that she only butters up to everyone just so she can get into the guys' pants. no one even likes her as she's such a stick in the mud, always listening to the teacher and raising her hand during discussions as if it makes her look cool. you can do so much better-” 

“enough.” 

a pin could have dropped in that moment and it wouldn't be heard, enmeshed in the thick silence that smothered all three of you after the sound of the male's low voice resounded through your ears. his hands stood by his side, clutched tightly into fists with his breathing growing heavily as a force of anger pounded upon his lungs. he looked at eunbyul who looked to shrink the size of a lizard from the look on his face, finally viewing the consequences of her blabbering. fury spewed from his lips under the calm demeanor he wore as a disguise as he told her, “you have no right to talk about her like that when she's above you in so many ways. unlike you, she doesn't need to blackmail others to get them to do her work as she's smart enough to do it herself and at least se does her best to contribute in lessons rather than checking if her makeup is smudged every second. if i ever hear you utter another degrading comment about her, i'll see to it that your dear father is removed from his position. after all, i am the reason why he got that far in the rankings, aren't i?” 

the frightened female's mouth opened and shut, trying to let out a retort but she couldn't as she heard the threat lying in the undertones in his voice. rather than standing there for another minute, he turned on his heel and grasped onto your wrist while proceeding to walk away from the scene. you dared to take a glance back in eunbyul's direction, absorbing the flabbergasted and horrified expression on her face with a small twisted feeling of satisfaction. 

you were not sure as to where the two of you were heading until you stopped in front of the campus's entrance where a motorcycle stood by from across the street. with his eyes focused on the bike, you deemed it to be his but couldn't ponder upon it for too long as the warmth that emitted from his hand still rested upon your wrist. a small awkward laugh escaped from your lips before you spoke, “uh, mars bar . . . you can let go now.” 

your voice, that was all he ever needed to hear in order to calm down and let go of the anger that he held onto with a vice grip. he was brought back down to reality where he finally realized the position you were in, quickly letting go of your as he apologized profusely. you accepted it without hesitation and let another silence surround them, less tense than before but there was still the small knot of strains beneath it. 

“i'm guessing i just stood as witness to another ex-girlfriend's outburst?” your words were meant to come out as a pick to break the ice yet it had earned you a grimace and a vague reply of, “something along those lines.” 

his eyes glazed over, a tell-tale sign that he was pondering upon something that made your curious but you knew better than to pry. instead, you stood by with your arms crossed against your chest without a clue as to where you were meant to look. not that you wouldn't have minded having him as the primary focus of your peripheral view but the rising thrum of your heartstrings was more than enough to convince you to avert your gaze. 

“can i ask a favour?” your view fell upon him once more but this time, it was accompanied by an arch of your brow. “as long as it doesn't involve anything that may or will end up being an embarrassing event that i cannot erase for the rest of my life.” 

he couldn't prevent himself from giving off a slight grin at your response that was laced with sarcasm, a characteristic of yours that he had always liked but never found the moment to properly give out his opinion. he shook his head, waving off your faux worry with an assuring reply, “none of that, i just want you to meet me here tomorrow after school.” 

a thoughtful hum bobbed from your throat as you tapped your finger upon your chin, pretending to ponder upon his request. “what's in it for me?”  

you weren't serious about him offering something in return but he had already laid out his card. “the truth about me.” 

that left you in a muddle, torn between two choices that rivalled each other in the temptation they held up on offer. shall you quench your curiosity by going into the deep or shall you play it safe and stick to the shallow end? 

time seemed to go slower for you the very next day, as if taunting you with its sluggish ticks past each minute until it had formed an hour. your feet tapped against the floor restlessly, the sounds that resonated from your jitters were muted upon the entrance to your ears. fortunately, lady luck seemed to be on your side as the lecturer had called the lesson to a close for a faculty meeting which allowed his students to leave if they wished. 

without another second of hesitation, you slung the strap of your bag upon your shoulder and headed out of the hall with the aura of impatience exuding from your rushed figure. seeing as how the day had yet to come to a close for the majority of classes on the campus, you found no difficulty in speeding to the entrance where seonghwa had sat upon his motorbike idly and his visor raised to give bystanders a glance at his mocha tinted irises. 

though his helmet had obscured the majority of his face, you knew that beneath the gear was a smirk that played upon his lips at the sight of your hunched body that braced itself against the wall as you did your best to regain the breaths that you had lost along the way. you held up a finger and spoke through small pants, “don't.even.think.about.it.” 

he removed his helmet and placed it upon the handle, raising his hands in defense as he retorted. “i haven't even said anything yet, you wound me too much.” 

you let out something akin to a wheeze before your body straightened up once more with your lungs full of its supply. your head tilted slightly as you took in the view before the question tumbled out, “so why am i here again?” 

“you'll see.” his wink, such a trigger for the butterflies in your stomach that pounded upon its cage to beg for their release, you could have almost cursed at him for being so attractive without even intending to. unless it was on purpose, you would never know as he'd never tell. he remained oblivious to your inner battle, his body occupied by turning to the case that sat at the back of his bike and opened it to reveal another helmet inside it. 

he didn't have to say anything as you could already tell what was on his mind, your answer already thrown out before he could speak. “no, i don't think so.” 

his lips formed a playful frown with the glint so obvious in his eyes, you knew that he was determined to get you on the vehicle, no matter what. 

“come on, you promised you'd do the favor for me ~” he lightly prodded at you, his insistence slowly breaking down your refusal though you still tried to hold yourself out. to your surprise, he clasped his hands together and stuck out his bottom lip while repeatedly pleading with you. the sight was too much for you to handle, you couldn't help but to give in with an exasperated, “alright!” 

he raised his fist and pumped the air, looking proud of his win while you begrudgingly strapped the helmet on. just as you were about to hop onto his bike, he took a hold of your wrist and observed your figure with a look that resembled one of a mother inspecting her child's outfit. his lips pursed together as he asked, “are there safety shorts beneath that?” 

the question had caught you off guard, your mind doing the retorts for you before your heart could catch up. “why do you need to know?” 

he shook his head, fully undeterred by your defensive state and replied, “because i'd rather not allow people to see a flash of your underwear.” 

you had no idea where your heart was but the warmth that rose to your cheeks had obviously been inserted by it. in a small attempt to sway him from the blood that was rising to your face, you quickly straddled the seat behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, muttering for him to go already before you changed your mind. no words were exchanged after that, only a chuckle as he turned on the ignition and drove the two of them across the streets where walkers let them pass by without a second glance and boutiques that displayed pretty items behind transparent glass panes. 

the aromatic scent of cinnamon, vanilla and lemon permeated their trail, tempting you to lean your head upon his back until the smell overwhelmed you too much to the point where you couldn't resist temptation. though difficulties were presented from the safety helmet, you leaned your head on his shoulder with your eyes stuck upon the surroundings that they had passed by. with your body relaxed and feelings immersed in the ride, you hadn't noticed that they had arrived at a park until his voice broke your reverie. “i understand that you like hugging me but we have to walk to our destination from here.” 

your arms were quick to slip out of the lock they once held across his body, losing the warmth that once engulfed them before your clumsy fingers removed the helmet and returned it to its rightful spot. he had done the same, his feet planted on the ground beside yours before he held out his hand and teased you, “after you, m'lady.” 

you snorted at his act but didn't brush his hand away, opting to place yours upon his which he held onto as the two of you walked along the stone pathway with only one of them aware of their surroundings. the other was left with no other option but to trust the male and hope that he wasn't playing with you. it became obvious that he wasn't as a park dawned upon their view with no other presence lingering in the vicinity. 

he utilized long strides to approach the swings and let go of your hand to gently wipe at the seats with the sleeve of his jacket. he sat on one of them and gestured for you to occupy the other spot, lightly swinging his legs up as he thought aloud, “this is the place where i met her.” 

you froze in your spot, barely finished in adjusting your position before the words rang clearly upon your ears. he glanced at you with a bittersweet smile on his face, a pang of sorrow tossed at your chest. he took a deep breath before he continued with his story telling, “they say that the first love is the one that will change you and they were right, but it wasn't a change for the better.” 

you couldn't understand why at that moment but you held your breath, as if fear had crawled upon you from the context of his words. another glance was cast at your before you gestured for him to continue if he wished with a small wave of your hand. 

“i had grown up being friends with eunbyul after she opted to join me on these swings rather than joining the other kids at the sandbox. everything was alright until middle school where i found my feelings growing more than platonic towards her, something she reciprocated too. i can still remember how much my heart was thumping and my sweaty hands that gripped onto my sleeves as i confessed to her and was accepted. from then on, i thought this was our step towards our happily ever after.” 

he chuckled but there was no happiness in it, only bile that choked up in his throat as the memories panned across his eyes. “i was too naive to realize that she only wanted me for my father's wealth and when we were of legal age, she kept persisting that we . . .”  

he gulped for some air, eyes cast downwards. “. . . that we take it to the next level but i told her i wasn't ready as i wanted to do it after marriage. my answer never changed, it only ended up triggering her even more until she broke and slept with someone behind my back.” 

you raised your hands to your mouth that dropped open in shock, eyes widening alongside your lost jaw but he hadn't noticed yet. “the saddest part was that i never knew of it until this male knocked on my door with evidence that his claims were true. but even with it, she continued to deny it and even called me an idiot for believing a stranger.” 

he trailed off, his fingers interlinked with each other as his lips stood in a straight line and his eyes found interest in the ground. his shoes kicked at the dust beneath them, the minuscule specks tying themselves to each other and formed a burst of shapes that twirled around his legs in a dance of their own. there was a line of silence formed between them, neither daring to cross it until his voice broke the border. “we parted on that day in anger with new baggage, me with the fear that everyone would hurt me so that's why i ended things quickly with past lovers and her with no scars to carry and a new life to live with the man she had the affair with.” 

you clutched at the chain of the swings, unsure of what to even say in such a situation like that. in that scene, you didn't see him as a man with arrogance carried upon his shoulders or a heartbreaker that used others' hearts for his amusement. instead, there was a boy who was torn to the last thread by an action made by someone he loved and made him feel loved. 

“you don't have to pity me.” you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, surprised by his near accurate reading of your thoughts. he laughed, the tune easing the knots between his brows and damp ache that floated in the air. you opened your mouth, words of silence coming out to play before you stuttered, “w-who said anything about pity?” 

“your eyes tell me that, they are the windows to your soul.” 

you frowned, pushing his hand away and feigned annoyance as you let out a huff and crossed your arms over your chest. rather than falling for your trick, he merely cooed and squished your cheeks with a soft touch that sent a tinge trickling down your bones. 

you tried to swat his hand away but failed to do so as he retracted his hand so quickly, you weren't sure if it was even at human speed. he inhaled a deep breath and exhaled, expelling the fresh air that filled his lungs which screamed in relief for the lack of smoke. he clapped his hands together and said, “besides, it's the past and i'd rather focus on the present where i hopefully have someone waiting for me.” 

now that pricked your ears, the palpitations of your heart possibly overtaking the time record of the quickest man alive. he had someone in his heart? who was the lucky person? would they be able to treat him the way he deserves to be treated? the last thought left a bitter taste on your tongue but you tried your best to play it cool, no matter how much your heart was throbbing painfully at the possible answer. 

“oh? who is it?” you asked, the tone of nonchalance tucking the sadness that you held so within the deepest depths of your soul. with your mind out of focus, you hadn't noticed him inching closer until his thigh had pressed against yours. you were quick to snap back into reality, watching with a hitch of your breath as he carefully rested his hand upon your cheek and leaned in close with his eyes flickering towards your lips. 

there were only a few inches of space between them until it became two, then one and ended up reaching an inch. his eyes were shut, the nerves getting the better of him as he chose to not look until his plump lips had met skin rather than its original destination. he opened them once more and leaned back, hurt blinding his vision as he deemed it to be a rejection until you moved your hand away and told him, “i understand what you're trying to show me but i can't answer you yet as you still have mistakes to make up for. i know that you've been hurt but that doesn't mean you can break the hearts of others. once you fix the damage you've inflicted, maybe i'll give you a chance then.” 

there was no anger in his eyes, only understanding over what you had told him with a small wince slipping out as he recalled his actions. he bashfully raised his hand to scratch at the nape of his neck, nodding slowly as he replied, “alright, i'm going to do my best so i can win your heart.” 

the look of determination on his face was so adorable to you, you couldn't help but to give him a kiss on the cheek. that seemed to be a bad idea as his body sat still, his action reloading in his mind over and over again like a record. a cheeky smile rested on his lips while he teasingly asked, “am i allowed to get another one?” 

you gave him a light smack on the shoulder, torrents of laughter tumbling from you before he joined in, feeling nothing but joy in that moment. he may not have been a real life depiction of romeo montague but he was park seonghwa, with his unfortunate woes and euphoric moments, and that was enough for you. 

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Reports & Repertoire 13

Characters: Eddie Brock x Venom x Candace Miller (OFC)

Word Count:  7100+

Summary:   Venom romances Candy in an attempt to seduce her to get her to sleep with them. It works.

Warnings/Tags: Explicit Sexual Content: Threesome with Venom giving oral sex. Fluff. Flirting. Seduction. Romance. Venom being very into rom-coms. Eddie being a gorgeous dumb ass. Venom’s understanding of romance is a bit cliche, but his (Eddie’s?) heart is in the right place.

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Candy and Venom had been taking into consideration their discussions about sex, trying to get to a place of comfort and mutual validation with each other. It gave Eddie some time to breathe as far as Venom talking constantly in his head. He'd been reading up on human relationships, what was healthy and not, as Candy liked to always say communication was the key to a healthy one. Venom knew healthy was a good thing and he wanted to have their relationship running as well as he did Eddie's body.

They had many texts while they were apart about sex. This was crucial to their, very specific situation. They talked about what they liked, what they didn't, what they had or hadn't tried before and Eddie hadn't ever been with someone who actively wanted to know about his sexual history. Candy told him she wanted to know so she could help him overcome this shyness he seemed to have about what he liked. Her openness led to deep dive discussions on taboo's, society and culture expectations and Venom was enthralled.

Once Venom felt like he had enough data to approach the situation delicately, which is what he had been told would be best, he moved onto the part he had already learned the most about. Romance. Venom liked romantic comedies. He didn't understand the appeal of the tragic ones, not understanding why people would want to feel sad while intaking entertainment, but he watched everything he could find that he could get to.

"Eddie," he says one evening, being full of human remains and just having watched an 80's rom-com. "I have realized something."

"Oh yeah?" Eddie says, eating out of the Tupperware container he'd taken of leftovers from the last time he and Candy cooked together. Or rather, the last time she tried to teach him how to cook and she and Venom had made him look like he couldn't even boil water.

"You and Candy have established your fondness, your coupling in an official capacity." he begins.

"Thought you were all about romance right now? That's the least sexy thing I've ever heard." he chuckles.

"Shut up Eddie, listen to me." he turns his hovering head to his hosts face. "I have not done that. Even though you and I...we are one, she does not see it that way. I think that I, as a singular being, need to tell her these things myself." he stares at Eddie with rounded eyes.

"Couldn't hurt." he says supportively.

"I want us to be romantic Eddie. We could woo her now. We understand making love, the emotions, the tenderness, the connection." he continues. "We could be together with her and consummate this relationship."

"Woah, bud, I know we like her but I don't think proposing is the right way to go right now." he says with a hesitant frown.

"Marriage? I did not say marriage." Venom tilts his head.

"Isn't that what consumers means?" he wonders with narrowed eyes, as if he were asking himself, and on a technical level, he was.

"Eddie. You are handsome always and dumb sometimes." he says, nuzzling against his cheek.

"Hey..." Eddie pouts.

"It is is a term not exclusively used to mean marriage." he explains.

"Alright. So you wanna ask Candy to be your girlfriend too?"

"I think it would be beneficial. Do you?"

"Worth a shot." he shrugs.

"I will need to teach you about romance Eddie." Venom says, perking up.

"I think I know what romance is, bud." he rolls his eyes.

"I am inside your brain Eddie. You do not." he informs flatly.

"Says the alien...the not human alien...to a human male who has had relationships before." he purses his lips at his friend.

"All have failed. With the exception of Candy. And I am trying to stop that from happening."

"Ouch." he says, his chin pushing into his neck.

"It's true."

"Yeah but...shit, you don't gotta come for my neck like that." he shakes his head and sighs. "So if I don't know about romance...what exactly are you plannin' on doin' then huh? Teddy bears? Flowers? Candy's a smart woman, you're gonna have to go beyond a box of chocolate."

"There will be all those things," he says, looking around the room. "But lucky for you..." he says, swooping into Eddie's face. "I pay attention...I know what she likes."

"Okay so what's the plan?" he says putting the empty container on the coffee table.

"First, we need to look at our bank account..."

"Oh jesus..." Eddie grumbles and rubs his temples. ---------------------- Candy was out a business dinner and fighting the urge to look at her phone. Not that it would help the time go by faster, but she knew Eddie was at home waiting for her and she hadn't seen him in two weeks and she was going through withdrawals. She remained vigilant, being feminine and approachable for the network higher-ups as she spoke in sound bites and vague but ambitious goals for what she wanted for the show.

She had grown up having to learn how to eat a lot of shit from men with power. Being from a small town with a mostly religious population she was used to being told to act like a lady and behave herself. She hated doing both of those things when forced, but she was thankful for the practice as she performed hyper-feminine for these monkey's in suits, telling them what they wanted to hear. With what she felt where borderline inappropriate cheek kisses, lingering too long with audible sniffs. Hands on her ribs and lower back that there certainly inappropriate enough to warrant her dropping her smile and moving away quickly. She got to watch the men leave in their chauffeured, all black gas guzzler and decline an offer to go back for drinks to their suite.

As they faded out of the distance, she sent Steph a picture of her rolling her eyes, saying she was calling an uber and getting the fuck home. She takes her foldable flats out of her purse, switching from the high strappy heels she'd been wearing and sits on a bench to change them. She puts her blazer over her tight dress before moving to text Eddie. She hears a rumble of a motorcycle and doesn't think anything of it. She's texting him that it went well and she'd be home soon.

"Hey, there gorgeous. Need a ride?" Eddie flashes her a charming smile, helmet sitting in his lap as her eyes rise to instinctively to tell whoever it was to fuck off but her face softens as soon as she sees him.

She gives him an entirely charmed closed mouth smile, rising quickly, her heels in her hands, as she rushes towards him, wrapping her arms around him and his worn leather jacket.

"Hey baby," he says in a deep voice that makes her sigh. His phone dings. "Hold on just a sec. This is probably my girlfriend, gotta get this," he says, gently pushing her away as she rolls her eyes and laughs at him. "Ah. Yep. Looks like I can't give you a ride, toots, my old lady needs me back home." he jokes and gives her a dopey smile.

"You idiot," she says with a soft giggle, leaning in to kiss him. "I missed you," she whispers against his lips. Her phone dings. She pulls away and pulls it from her purse. "Hold on. This is probably my dumb ass boyfriend." she smiles and kisses his cheek, looking to the phone to reveal a response of "k". "Oh you know I hate it when you do that." she shakes her head and narrows her eyes playfully.

"I do. But I plan on makin' up for it tonight." he shifts his brow suggestively.

"Oh you do?" she says with an impressed tone. "What's the plan Mr. Brock?"  she asks with a coy smile, taking out the helmet that was designated as hers and replacing the empty space with her heels.

"We both have a nice night planned for you." he says in a much more sincere tone.

"What have my boys been doing with that key to my place? Not messin' it up I hope." she grins and takes the flannel from the other saddle bag, Eddie watching her ass as she bends over the bike to reach it.

"Just a little." he jokes. "Nothing a few thousand in property damages won't cover." he shrugs.

She ties the flannel around her waist. "If I'd known you were coming I would've brought leggings or something."

"We wanted to surprise you."

"Well you did, good job." she gives him another kiss to the cheek, getting to smell that cologne and clean laundry combination that her brain had trained her body to react to. "Good thing I wore panties, huh?" she snickers. "Gonna try to not flash everyone. Last thing I need is a Britney and Paris a 'la 2006 flash shot getting out on the internet." she laughs, snuggling up to Eddie.

"Well they're doin' just fine now," he says supportively. "Imagine the boost in ratings!" he says with a laugh.

"Come for the pussy, stay for the news. That old saying." she snorts. "Take me home, babe, I wanna snug up with you," she says putting her hands under his jacket, feeling his warm stomach under her hands. She feels Venom move over her hands while they're concealed. "You too Venom. Get us home." she sighs happily.

---------- Eddie rolls his bike into the small space available in the garage Candy shares with the family that lives in the other half of the house she lives in. "Don't go in yet!" he calls out, shuffling out the garage, closing the door as she jingles her keys in her hand.

"You were kidding about the property damage weren't you?" she asks flatly.

"Yeah! Yeah." he nods and takes her hand, taking the keys from the other "We just wanted to surprise you." he says with that dopey smile that makes her want to kiss his big soft lips.

"Surprise me?" she questions in an unsure tone.

"Yeah, close your eyes...lemme get ya inside." he mumbles, pulling her forward and then releasing her hands. "Just a minute! Promise!" she hears his boots hitting the floor and heading into the kitchen. "Just stay right there!" she hears his voice moving, and clasps her hands together.

She takes a deep breath, wondering what on earth these two were up to.

"Kay...kay..." he mutters, moving back towards her. "Follow me. NO peaking!" Eddie says. She feels Venom cover her eyes and she places her hands over him.

"You ask me not to peak I'm not gonna." she says defensively.

"No chances." Venom's voice hits her ears. She's pulled in the direction of the living room, and Eddie places his hands on her shoulders.

"Alright." he says looking over to the symbiote. "Count of three?" he says optimistically.

"One...two...three." Venom counts slowly, nervously, as he pulls his hand like shaped goo from her eyes.

She blinks them open to find a dim room. As she adjusts, the candlelight from white pillar candles dots the room. There's every sort of romantic cliche she's ever thought of. A giant teddy bear in her reading chair, chocolate dipped strawberries and champagne on the coffee table next to a large bouquet of roses.  Eddie taps his phone screen and music starts playing throughout the house.

"Wh-" she begins, a huff of air pushed out in confusion but gratefulness. "What's all this for?" she says with a much sweeter turn to her words.

"We wanted to do something nice for ya." Eddie says subtle shrug, motioning to Venom who was moving from behind her to in front of her.

"We wanted to woo you. You deserve it." he begins, his face showing much less angular, more human shaped with rounded eyes to make himself less look intimidating.

"Boys..." she lilts and pouts. "You didn't have to do this." she insists and lets out a soft laugh.

"You are worth the trouble." Venom states as he watches her wide eyes taking in the room.

"Besides, Venom has this thing... where he can store things inside himself so... he stole a bunch of this." Eddie rubs the back of his neck and laughs.

Candy looks to him and he nods and she lets out a warm laugh that eases his nerves. "I like your style." she nods in appreciation.

"Thank you. You like it?"

"I love it, it's entirely too sweet and adorable, seriously." she coos, moving to put her hands on either side of his face. "Thank you Venom, this was all very thoughtful of you." she strokes the side of his head lovingly and his eyes shut for a moment. He seems so harmless like this. Such a lovely body of goo and space matter, with a metaphoric heart of gold. She wondered if perhaps it was Eddie's softness that leads him to want to be so affectionate to her. She figures she should repay him. "Can I give you a kiss to thank you?" she says softly and his eyes go round like a cartoon and she chuckles at him.

"Yes. Yes." he nods. She plants her lips to his forehead and pats his cheek. The warm but quivering mass moving underneath her mouth.

"Thank you, you big sweetie." she coos.

"There is more." he says quietly. Eddie watches the interaction, feeling elated himself, as Venom had his heart fluttering at Candy's approval.  He glides a tendril out of sight and retrieves a box from within himself.

"What's that?" Eddie and Candy both ask. Eddie had told him no about buying a ring, he wanted to date her not scare her off by going too hard too fast. It wasn't like it hadn't crossed Eddie's mind, but he was trying to refrain himself from moving too fast. Which was something he had the tendency to do.

"A gift." Venom responds with a teasing tone, nudging it towards her.

"Why are you doing all this for me?" she asks with a pout.

"Because we want to romance you." he rasps out. "Eddie has had his chance to become your boyfriend," he pauses and takes the top off the small box and holds out a gold heart locket to her. "I would like to be as well. I thought if I asked you formally and showed you how I...we care for you with grand gestures you would be inclined to say yes to me. As you did Eddie. We are one...but you see me as another person and I want to show you that I care for you just as much as Eddie does." he puts the locket around her neck as he speaks, fluffing her hair back in place, gentle strokes to her cheek and neck with warm and soft limbs before he draws them away.

"Venom, sweetheart." she replies happily and reaches down to touch the gift. "You...ugh..." she lets out an exaggerated breath and moves to wrap her arms around him, he forms a more human shape, shoulders, and arms to embrace her back. "You're going for boyfriend of the year, huh?" she sighs happily. "He's really showin' you up here Eddie." she teases and kisses the side of the symbiote’s head.

"I mean I helped..." he shrugs and smiles. "What's in the other rooms was my idea though." a more mischievous look comes over his face.

"What's in there?" she asks, looking to Venom.

"Quit it Eddie. Me first. This is equally as important to the process." Venom gruffs at him.

"Process?" she asks an uncertain expression.

"Candy." he returns his voice to something softer. "Look." he says, flicking open the locket. Inside was a tiny photo of himself in one side and Eddie in the other.

"Oh my god." she laughs. "This is the cutest thing I've ever seen." she covers her mouth to hold in a laugh because the picture of venom, although tiny is well shot. The picture of Eddie looks like it was taken while Venom was bothering him, his face annoyed and smashed. "You seen this?" she asks Eddie with a grin.

"No. I had no idea about the necklace," he admits, leaning in to see. "What the hell, dude?" he says shoving Venom.

"I got it. I made the decisions." he grins and closes it gently. "She can remember me fondly."

"And I look like a pile of angry mashed potatoes?" he says with raised brows.

"If you'd gotten her something you could've picked out the picture." he sass's back and they both look at Candy as she sighs loudly, a warm smile appearing on her face.

"You two are ridiculous. I love it." she says with a shake of her head.

"He is ruining the mood." Venom says reaching out a hand to put to Candy's cheek, causing her to blink rapidly at the affectionate touch that felt almost human. "I wanted to show you we are capable of romance and worthy of being with. I thought if I did this, you might be inclined to be with us again." he mumbles the last part.

"Sexually?" she says with a deep turn of her voice and a playfully raised eyebrow before Eddie let's out a small snort in amusement.

"To be honest...yes." he admits.

"You askin' me to be your girlfriend too?" she clarifies with a polite smile.

"Yes." he nods.

"Okay..." she says thoughtfully. "This is very romantic, you did a really good job." she begins. "I've already considered myself your girlfriend. You and Eddie are a package deal right?" she shrugs.

"Told you." Eddie says with a much more supportive fist to the symbiote’s shoulder.

"But you asking means a lot. And yes. I consider you to be my partner too." she says with a hard nod. "That's why I bring you chocolate and pills when I bring Eddie beer and food," she explains. "I don't want one of you being left out." she looks to both of them. "It's been super weird and hard at times to come to terms with this. But we've come a long way." she nods enthusiastically. "I care about both of you, you know." she pats the hand that lingers on her shoulder.

Venom moves in slowly, and she does not flinch, but watches him with curiosity, not seeing fear in her eyes makes his body soften and sends a shudder through Eddie. He nuzzles against her face and neck, up under her hair and lets out a purring sound. "Thank you, Candy. I am glad you are ours. Eddie was very lucky to find you." his voice is soft and deep, not having the monstrous gravel as it used to have so heavily.

"And you were lucky to find each other." she says with a smile. "I don't have to worry about him as much with you around. I know you've got his back." the affectionate rub of her thumb against his hand makes him purr again." So let me get both by big soft boys in here, huh?" she says with a big smile, holding out her arms. "I've got two arms, c'mon. Plenty of room for both of ya." she chirps.

Venom wraps around her to her back, nuzzling over one shoulder while she wraps her arms around Eddie's neck. Venom encases them both in a warm embrace, the long tendrils stretching, wrapping and spreading around them and squeezing. "Aw, this is nice." Venom says quietly.

"Who picked the music?" she asks with a subdued laugh.

"We both kinda did." Eddie murmurs as they pull away from the embrace. "He found some 90's r & b playlists that were just a bit too...sexually forward in my opinion." he says defensively.

"Music made for having sex to makes sense to listen to when you have intentions of having sex." Venom states obviously. "You humans like to seduce each other with it."

"So you are trying to seduce me?" Candy smirks and crosses her arms.

Venom’s head moves back to her quickly after defending himself to Eddie. "Yes. The gifts act as a mood setter to show you we care for you beyond the physical. But the physical...we want that too yes." he nods.

"So...what's in the other room, huh? You plan on seducing me...next step is the bedroom right?" she says with a confident shake of her head.

"Bedroom is the third step. Let me begin the second one." Venom states as he stretches in through the bedroom door.

Candy turns to Eddie, her face at ease, eyeing him up and down. "You have anything else in there you know I like?" she asks with a tilted head and more suggestive smile as he gestures to the phone in his hands.

"Sam Cooke." he says with a charming smile.

"Mmmm." she nods approvingly.

"Marvin Gaye." he adds with a smirk.

"Oh you're lookin' for trouble, huh?" she playfully scolds and laughs, leaning in closer to him.

"Lots of 70's rock ballads. I know you like those slow jams." his voice dips lower and gives her the slightest bit of tease.

"I do love some good dad rock." she chuckles. "I'm from the country, I can't help it." she shrugs shamelessly.

"Also!" he says, with a raised finger, getting distracted by one of the gifts that were his idea. He moves towards the bedroom. "This is a new system," he says proudly. "I'll put it on your phone later." he beckons her closer with his hand. "We got these speakers and they play the same song through the whole house." she can hear music coming from her bathroom as well as the brightly colored pod on her dresser.

"It's called synced Eddie." Venom says, poking his head out from the bathroom.

"Yeah, they're synced up." he mumbles, scrolling through the playlist they'd made.

She hears the bath running and looks with a lowered brow towards the sound. "What's step two of the seduction of Candace Miller?" she smirks.

"We knew you had that meeting tonight. And you'd not been looking forward to it so I thought tonight might be a good chance for us to help you relax...put you in a better headspace y'know?" Eddie says with a subtle shrug, eyes soft and voice the same.

"We wanted to help facilitate us all being together. We know what relaxes you the most." Venom's deep voice comes as he slithers from the bathroom, a limb extended to pass through Candy's hair. "Can we help you relax Candy?" Venom asks, his head hovering near her face. She feels a slight thrill run through her at the suggestion.

"I went and got your favorite things from that fancy soap store too." Eddie begins, walking over to the bathroom door and opening it. They'd set up a romantic scene in there as well, candles carrying from the bedroom to the bathroom.

"Lush?" she asks, seeing the bubbles in the tub.

"Yeah. I know you like those fizzy things so we got some 'a them and bubble bath." he offers shyly, holding his hand to her. Venom wraps around her shoulders, a gentle push towards Eddie.

"They're called bubble bars." Venom corrects.

"Yeah." Eddie frowns at him for only a second before turning his eyes back to her. "We wanted to suggest that you have a good soak and tell us how your meeting went. Get it out of your system? So we could... y'know... maybe spend the night together?" he offers with a face that shows his hopefulness.

She takes a slow breath, looking around the pale colored room with the warm rosy tones of candles flickering. With the smell of jasmine in the air, she runs her fingers over the lip of the tub, her face indifferent and trying to let go of the reservations she'd been holding onto. She told herself she'd try anything once. She hadn't expected that to be this exactly,but here she was.

"This is about you." Venom says, appearing over her shoulder. "Whatever you want of us. We want to do that." he clarifies, an inky black hand shaped limbs rubbing up and down her arms to ease her.

"Okay." she nods and exhales in a breathy voice. "I'll get in the tub and tell you when to come in, that work?" she turns to look at the over her shoulder. "Let me get my head in the right place?"

"Yes." Venom says with enthusiasm, a slight squeeze to her arms before he pulled away.

"We'll just be in here." Eddie says as his head pulls out of sight as he pulls the door to.

She takes in the ambiance, and they really had done a wonderful job. She hears the music switch, some mood setting rock and she grins. They were a bit eager, but then again, if her racing heart was any indication, so was she. She settles into the tub, her hair piled and pinned on top of her head messily. With painted toes wiggling on the rim, hands slow and pushing about mountains of bubbles she sighs and rests her head back. "C'mon in." she calls out.

They both appear, Eddie now in just a thin t-shirt as he'd stripped away some layers. Venom a soft blob on his shoulder.

"Hello boys." she greets with them her chin in the water, hiding an evocative smile.

Eddie gives her a soft look, one side of his lips tugging back farther than the other with those soft hooded eyes at ease at the sight of her wide-eyed in the bathtub. "I figure, Venom can get your feet, I saw those heels you were wearin' before I pulled up at the restaurant, I know you won't turn down a foot rub." he grins,  moving to the end of the tub behind her.

"You'd be right." she smiles, watching Venom settle at the other end, opposite Eddie.

"I read about how to do this." he says, tube-like extremities now picking up and moving her feet, starting to touch and manipulate them, the pressure growing firmer each time, a pleasant weight as the soft nubs at the end of his arms rub circles into the balls of her feet.

"Yes you have." she exhales contently, moving her arms to the rim of the tub. "What'd you doin' back there babe?" she asks Eddie, turning her head to the side to get a glimpse of him.

"Well I'm gonna take the top half here." he says in an amused way as his hands move to her shoulders.

She sits silently, having never had the attention of two people at once before, it makes her feel powerful. A faint flush across her face from the heat of the water and her thoughts becoming indecent. Two guys were supposed to be like a 'thing' right? She thought. As her neck and feet got rubbed simultaneously she was starting to see why.

"So how did the meeting go?" Eddie suggests, his wide, square-tipped fingers rubbing at the caps of her shoulders.

"It was fine." she sighs out, shutting her eyes and letting her head all forward. "The rating are good. Steady. They like my direction, want to focus on the younger demographic, political trends, protests...that sorta thing." her words aren't articulate as usual.

"How do you feel about that?" Eddie asks, hunching over on the footstool, his mouth now close enough to her ears she could feel his breath over her.

"You my therapist or you tryin' to fuck me?" she gets out before she laughs, the bubbles jiggling with her body in the water.

He blows out a raspberry and kisses her head. "Sorry for showin' interest in ya feelin's. We won't' do all this extra stuff and lovin' on you first next time." he chuckles.

"You know I'm just bein' stupid." she smiles and hums.

"Yeah I know." he mumbles into her hair.

"I gave them vague answers. I'm gonna keep trying for expose''s. You know that stuff really butters my biscuit." her shoulders heave slightly with a silent laugh.

"Does this?" Venom asks, fingers still working away, turning her ankles and swiping up her calves. It reminded her of getting a massage with a pedicure, her legs getting added in on the treatment.

"Yes, god yes, boys, this is..." she nods and lets out a groan. "You're gonna spoil me with this." opens her eyes slowly and gives him a smile.

"Do you recall me telling you about how this sexual encounter would work?" Venom asks, both still working away at her damp skin, Eddie rubbing the back of her neck with his thumbs, making her grunt.

"Remind me." she sighs out, lolling her head to the side.

"He said you wouldn't have to worry about him. Remember babe?" Eddie whispers and the sound of his voice low and suggesting anything sexual started a familiar ache between her thighs. "Me 'n you can just... be together like we used to." he rests his cheek against the side of her head, his hands moving slowly from her neck to her collar bones. "You do remember that don't ya, Candy?" his voice stays breathy and even, making her take a deep inhale.

She hums contently. "Yes I do." she smiles, shutting her eyes again, taking in the softness of his voice she loved, the way it never sounded harsh when it spoke to her like this.

He finds himself getting distracted, the low light bouncing off her chest, her nipples just visible, pinked and hard at the surface of the water. He runs his hand down her breasts, her thighs shifting as he did so, an audible exhale as he cupped them in his hands. "We can... touch and... kiss..." he adds placing one to her exposed neck. "Just like we used to." he clarifies, the water lapping against her as his thumbs move to brush across her nipples, drawing a soft moan from her.

"I will be there to bring us closer together." Venom chimes in, making her eyes flutter open to see him with a slightly parted mouth, a monstrous tongue peeking from behind teeth that were starting to gather drool in their anticipation, taking in the feelings Eddie was having as he touched her, watching every sign of arousal come across her face that he'd read about. "I want to add to the pleasure." he elaborates. "With me..." his voice becomes more rumbly, a hiss at the end of his words as he mimicked the heavier breaths of Eddie in her ear, his nose tracing the outline of her ear as Venom spoke to her. They communicated as one, executing their plan as discussed, able to tell each other what they wanted to do next to her. "We can all three experience things we otherwise couldn't." His eyes close just slightly, that long tongue unfurling out of his mouth, a slap lap against her feet that she didn't expect.

She'd had her toes sucked on before, but only in the middle of fucking and she'd never paid much attention to it. There was a warmth that was pleasurable about it. And with his agile and precise tongue, the way it lapped at her lovingly, as if he was enjoying it himself, she was finding herself not minding it in the least. His tongue started to venture away from her feet and with Eddie as his accomplice, her body didn't leave her with much of an option but to give over to it. Her mind fired on all cylinders with this new experience, it didn't read into her eyes as Eddie's plush lips moved across her neck and shoulder, thumb and index fingers rubbing her nipples between them she let out her first truly audible moan.

"He and I.... we both know how to work as a team now, babe." Eddie explains between kisses. "I know what turns you on... he knows what turns you on too." his voice is quiet, the pops of his lips catching against her skin as he spoke. "We'll be gentle. We want you to enjoy this, remember?"

"We want you to want us as much as we want you." Venom adds, face rubbing affectionately against her ankles. "I would not hurt you, Candy." he purrs out with a slow blink of his opal eyes.

"I wanna show you what it's like," Eddie whispers directly in her ear. "We wanna make you feel so good." he rasps out, causing her to shudder. "It's been so long, Candy." he groans. "You miss me as much as I miss you?" he kisses the shell of her ear before moving back to her neck.

She whines and her lashes flutter. She'd never felt so thoroughly seduced before. Every mans' talk had never led to anything that would make her not call them a liar afterward. But they really could give her something no one else could. And she wanted it. She reaches one hand out of the water, clumps of bubbles on her wet skin as she gently caresses the side of Eddie's head.  "I've missed you so bad, babe." she whispers, causing him to moan against her skin, hands tightening on her chest.

"Candy?" Venom hisses. The black web-like body of him moving in waves from her feet where it had been settled, slow and steady as it traveled up her calves, disappearing into the water. "May we taste you?"

She feels his body moving across her thighs, making her muscles twitch with anticipation. She nods before her mouth opens, half-lidded eyes connect to the symbiotes as it's chin rests in the water. "Yeah." she manages to whisper out as her fingers card through Eddie's hair, his thick lips still against her skin.

Venom disappears beneath the bubbles and she is left with only his touch to guide her as to what is happening under the surface. He parts her legs with gentle pressure. "Open up for him, babe." Eddie asks for him, hands wandering to her stomach, fingertips gripping into the soft pliant flesh of her body as he and Venom's hunger feeds off each other. She puts her ankles on the rim of the tub, feeling the tickle from Venom's body moving over the back of her thighs.

He begins with slowly oozing forward up her inner thighs, touching into places she wasn't used to being touched, seeping into every crevice, the crease of her thighs, against her lips, then between them as she feels something pressing against her thick lips. With a brief touch, her breath catches as he grazes over her clit. With Eddie taking in her reactions above the water, Venom knows what to repeat under it. Another flick, before she feels pressure push against her. It wasn't like Eddie going down on her, there weren't the luscious lips to create delicious suction, a busied little pink tongue wearing itself out against her. This was like a toy, she equated it to. And if he was to be an addition to the sex between her and Eddie, then the association seemed entirely reasonable.

He works against her, a hard but giving body against hers, flicks against her clit, circles and brushes and tugs that make her thighs tense and her back arch. She feels a more familiar texture, his tongue start moving against her, lower, taking in the wetness her body was giving him.

"You taste so good, Candy." Eddie groans against her throat. She moans and lets her eyes roll back at the words. His fingers hold tight and fast to her nipples, a firmer grasp against them as Venom teases around her entrance. "You ready for him?" he asks, her hand gripping into his hair.

"Yeah." she whimpers out, breathing fast and her other hand gripping the edge of the tub. He was gentle, as promised. The slender tip of his tongue sliding into her, giving way to a thicker and thicker stretch as he inched inside her. With a stuttered gasp, she grips Eddie's hair, fingers slipping on the edge of the tub from the water. Eddie watches as her head falls back, a moan leaving her mouth as his hand strokes upwards on her chest, slick against her neck as he kissed her cheek. She can feel the pressure of him inside her. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, such a foreign sensation of having a muscle capable of so much delicate movement inside her. She could feel him fill her up, the pressure of his face against her inner thighs as he explored her, bubbles escaping to the top of the water.

Eddie watches her face, looking her over, letting Venom see what he was doing to her. He hisses and hummed and groaned into Eddie's mind. A new experience for all three of them. He tells Eddie how wet she is, how ready she is for them both. How he can feel the pulse of her against him as he envelopes her clit, massaging away at the area around it, direct attention given to it in gentle laps just as he'd seen in Eddie's head before. He tests her willingness to try something she hadn't with Eddie before, a brief stroke over her lower puckered hole with his reaching tentacle-like growths. She tenses and hums, a brief stop to the moans that he could hear from beneath the water. He adds gentle pressure slowly, keeping his promise to not hurt her. He feels her swell beneath him, the blood gathering between her thighs, beneath the skin to make every sensitive and tight. Her clit hard and her insides swollen with arousal as he begins to hone in on the spot that wasn't elusive to him and his shapeshifting form.

Above the water Candy grows desperate, Eddie's hard, pressing against his jeans, watching her pant and swear, her sounds of need growing louder and more familiar, recognizing the patterns with Venom's help. "Eddie," she whines, her lips trembling and turning her head to his. He asks her without words, a simple glance to her lips with those blue eyes gone dark and dilated under their heavy hoods what she needs. "Kiss me," she whispers, pulling him closer to her. "I'm close." she confesses in a heavy exhale against his lips before they meet for a harsh and hungry kiss. He lets his own noises battle against hers, moans as they hold each others heads, neck muscles tense and stretching as they work quickly against each other.

Venom knows from the twitch in her muscles before  Eddie's brain relays the information back to him that he's about to make her come. He amps up his movements, more pressure, faster speed as he rumbles against her, eager to please. Her toes squeak against the tub as they curl, her legs starting to shake. "Oh fuck," she whispers, barely audible. "Eddie," she whines and he moans at the sound. "I'm gonna come." she nods against him, voice weak and small, not the usual roar he was accustomed to. But he understood the intensity that Venom brought with him, he would've been surprised if he hadn't rendered her almost speechless.

Eddie feels her body start to tremble, holding her face to kiss her through it as he knows she prefers his face close to her when she comes. She breaks away to take a sharp inhale, moving to kiss the corner of her mouth as her lips part and her mouth drops open. A broken whimper grows into squeaks, her body convulsing in the tub, Venom drawing an intense orgasm from her greedily. Eddie's eyes roll back to match hers, hearing her, feeling her, the taste of her in his mouth again makes him painfully aware of how hard he is against the rough fabric of his jeans. He sees her face go from tight and looking pained to wide, gasping and full of surprise, knowing the peak had passed. As she was about to ask him to stop, growing far too sensitive to keep going at such an intense pace, Venom ghosts away from her. The small rapid movements stop, a slow slither away and off of her remains gentle afterward, a slow retreat of his tongue from her body, leaving her legs to sink back into the tub, thigh clenched together and jerking with aftershocks.

He rises out of the water, reminding her of old Godzilla movies, water falling off of a fearsome face. His eyes were slanted and looked aggressive, his tongue still slithering back into his mouth as Eddie panted next to her, lips pressed to her head as he watches Venom appear through piles of bubbles that still remain through their weak thrashing. Venom sees her damp and sparkling, pink, kiss-swollen lips that rest open and wanting, her chest heaving, the light dancing across it, making her looks delicious.

Without grace, the ability to conjure up any other response, or just the lack of there being an appropriate response to such a thing, she groans out, "Holy shit." as the muscles in her face begin to work again, moving from slack to engaged.

"Really is something else, isn't it?" Eddie says with a huff of breath that makes the corner of her mouth tug back into a smile.

"Yeah...is it." she nods, words still breathy as she caught her breathing back to normal.

"Candy." Venom rumbles, parting the sea of bubbles to move near her face, body moving behind him in the water like some sort of shredded sea monster. "Would you like to do that again?" he inquires,  smoothly moving from the water, disappearing into Eddie's back, only his head remaining as she looked up to them both.

"But with me this time?" she can see the need in Eddie's face as he asks politely.

"With us." Venom clarifies, a smiles that shows his teeth growing. She wonders how he hadn't bitten her in the process of going down on her.

She blinks up at them, glistening with drops of sweat and a veil of steam settled onto her skin. She nods and swallows noisily. "Yeah." a breathy response with a slow nod. "In the bedroom?" she asks, an enthusiastic smile growing across her face, glowing post orgasm.

Venom moves, thick tendrils into the tub, moving under her and slowly lifting her as she squeaks and reaches around Eddie's neck as he rises. "We got you babe, don't worry." he chuckles lightly against her neck.

"After that..." she gulps and nods, arms tight around him. "I'd say you certainly do." she says with a soft smile, meeting his eyes so they can both be sure to know the sentiment behind the words.

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One of Many

Back in 2017, I met this girl named Huda, she was a well crafted, well made human being that God sent from above in which she defined the meaning of beauty. You know, Huda means guidance in Arabic, and funny enough, this person has actually guided me through the various obstacles I have faced in my life, she has guided me to dig deep inside of my core that has been rotting for months and lit a torch inside of me. I met Huda back in 2017, and instantly fell in love with how she interacts, how she talks and how she- well, operates. We were young back then, and I was still full of all of these emotions and feelings that are yet to be let free and roam to whoever catches. We were young, and by young I mean we were still yearning for the chances life still had to offer, for the opportunities we were about to indulge in, for the ups and downs we were about to get involved in, for the entire wild youth experience. She had fallen out of a previous relationship which somehow still affected her at the time, and well I, I wasn’t really committed to anything, nor have I ever. I wasn’t very keen on staying in a serious relationship for longer than a couple of months, call it whatever you want, but I knew nothing lasts and this era of young love is soon to be expired once I grow up. Huda was different, she was very understanding and very true to her feelings, and to her instincts. She wasn’t like any other girl I met at the time, she was this walking volcano that is soon set to erupt and undoubtedly erasing those who stand tall. She was this very complex human, not to lie but I wasn’t that comfortable around her at first, and comfortable as in- fully ready, or entirely sure. Yes, my heart bumped and those small signs of love showed up, but I hadn’t really paid it any attention, because I just met the girl. Moving on, we both confessed our love to each other. Back at the time I was this dam that had all of the affection and love waiting on the other side, and once I have earned her love, it all went loose. I loved her more than I loved myself, and yes, I wasn’t that secure about myself at the time, so finding her was like finding slice of pizza waiting for you at the end of a very tiring day, there are better examples, but she likes pizza, so yeah. As I mentioned before, the toxicity her last boyfriend injected beneath her skin left many scars, and she was yet to recover. Being the naive person I was, I tried to fill her up with love that I had offered like never before, and to lend the hand of true help, to go through whatever she had to go through, but together. Cutting to the chase, it didn’t last long, and we broke up. Although expected but never occurred to me that she would still have feelings for whoever she was with, but it happened nonetheless. Days upon days and months upon months pass by without hearing a word from her and suddenly we go back to talking, just casually talking. Every feeling I had for her had died. Not a drip of emotion was alive. Well, actually, all of my feelings towards anything were dead and buried beneath seven levels of dirt. The time period we stopped talking I had gotten myself into another relationship, after so long. It lasted for a year, and ended, my heart was shattered into millions of pieces and stepped on. It was brutally assaulted like it was some sort of a criminal. My heart and whatever was left of it was broken, and was unable to function, it was unable to process any feelings or emotions but sadness and grief. To dwell and weep over what happened were my daily tasks. I had given up on everything and everyone. I felt humiliated because for the second time in two years I had given it all and it wasn’t enough. I had offered everything there was to offer. I have lost myself in the journey of finding others and I am yet to find myself again. I have been stuck in this boulevard of emptiness for too long. Months ahead, me and Huda reunite and she falls back in love with me, the same way I did the first time. I wasn’t really on my best behavior at the time, and even though I had loved her again, but it wasn’t like the first time. Overcoming my fear of commitment and the fact that I will be dating the same girl for the second time, I just went along with it, hoping that my feelings would somehow stay intact. Months go by and everything flows around smoothly, but my inner soul wasn’t fully comfortable. I had changed and so did my ethics, I have grown mentally and emotionally and I realized that I needed more time alone to be okay again, and the poor girl did not know any of it until I talked to her through it, letting her know that I am not that ready yet. I felt like a burden the whole time. She was great, she was magnificent, she was the girlfriend anyone would wish for. She’s like a fine shot of Scottish whiskey. She would seduce you so you would take your first sip, your taste buds tingle as you swallow and then you realize it’s not so bad, and you only want more, and more. I honestly never wanted to quit it, but it was just getting out of my hands. Breaking up with her, left me feeling guilty, as if I had murdered someone innocent, as if I had committed the worst crime ever. I never broke someone’s heart that way I did to hers, or at least I like to think so. I left her broken, I let her down and destroyed the image she had of me in her mind, and that alone made me hurt even more, that I have caused her this pain. Seeing her cry or sad because of something I did, wasn’t the greatest feeling ever. But I knew I had to postpone what I had to truly say later on, just so she could get better. Huda has helped me with many things, and she has let go of many just to be with me, and all of what she did was for the sake of love, and true love only. Huda loves me with all of her beating heart, and I know so, because you can see it in her eyes, you can notice it in how she acts around me. Huda taught me that a person can change for the better, and that the past is where it belongs, and where it will always remain, because it’s called the past, you cannot keep yourself attached to something that you’re unsure of its integrity. Huda made me realize that love isn’t necessarily a first sight love, that love can gradually be bigger, and be even more real than before. Huda taught me that actions speak louder than words, that if you love someone you have to show it, you have to do effort, you have to love. Huda opened my eyes to the fact that I cannot just hang my problems aside, and face them, she spoke of how I had to overcome my fears. Huda took good care of me, and that alone made me take care of myself even more. I may not be the best person out there, and I may not have been the best, but I try to be. I try to be a better version of myself each and every day, for I still have lots of time to grow. I still have a lot to do. I tend to run away from my problems, or consider them solved as I see fit, but it doesn’t always work that way. Huda’s love towards me has made me love myself, and love the way love really is. How love is really the greatest feeling to exist, and with love you can achieve more, just because someone out there loves you, and cares about you. That alone my friends, makes you want to live, makes you want to love. This is a thank you letter for Huda, for making me believe in love again, after having my heart broken. Thank you for being there for me, and believing in me. Thank you for being who you are, and showing me how to be myself.  

[jae-daddy]

Bad Habit (8)

Jaebum Mini-Series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / nine / ten / eleven /

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst, Mature, Romance

Plot: When it all comes down to it, it’s you that he will let go.

warning: slut-shaming

a/n: the thing is my heart is hurting, so i’m sorry if this isn’t my best writing. i hope you all like it. thank you for everything.

From the other side of the room, you could see the couple together. Jaebum’s arm around her waist, as she laughed at something her friend said. You stared at her with the intensity of a thousand suns. 

You watched her and wondered why couldn’t you be the one next to Jaebum. 

In between, you and the two bodies were a number more; sweaty, horny and drunk teenagers. The music blasted from the speakers and the bodies danced along; losing themselves to the devil of the night. But you couldn’t be like them.

You couldn’t drown yourself in booze and hope someone else’s touch would make you forget Jaebum’s. You couldn’t have someone else’s body pressed against you and not look over at Jaebum to see if he was getting jealous. You couldn’t do anything if it weren’t with him. 

You leaned against the wall and slowly sipped your drink as your stare burned the beautiful girl on the other side. 

You wanted to stomp over to the other side and tear Jaebum away from her. You wanted to kiss Jaebum and rip off his clothes and show her exactly what you both did behind closed doors.

But you knew whatever Jaebum and you were, remained behind those tightly closed doors. The only time you both existed was when the rest of the world was locked away.

So you just stared at her, thinking how foolish she was. 

Didn’t she ever notice the marks you left on him? Didn’t she ever smell you on him? 

How could she possibly not know?

A spark of surprise travelled down your back when her round eyes met yours. The light that normally sparkled in them was gone; they were dead and challenging. 

From the other side room, you felt the heat of her gaze burn through you with so much emotion that it made you uncomfortable. 

Your lips gaped open slightly, as you stood up straight intrigued by why you had caught her attention. 

A sparkle of hope passed in your chest; did she finally figure it out?

But just as quickly as your eyes met hers, they turned away and never looked back again. 

You closed the door of the bathroom behind you, as you walked back into the hallway. Before the door could click into place behind you, the coldness of sour beer was splashed speedingly on your face.  

You gasped as you felt the stinking liquid drip down your shirt and clinging to your skin. You looked up in question and anger to meet fuming red eyes. 

The face you had always witnessed with the softest smiles and brightest eyes stared at you with the darkness of a moonless night. 

“Hi,” she smirked at you, the red cup crackling under her grip, as folded her arms in front of her. “I’m sure you know me.”

You couldn’t reply. You were struck to the core with surprise. 

“Tell me how long has it been going on?” Her voice sounded strong, but you could sense the shaky insecurity vibrating in them. 

Did she know? Did she finally figure it out? 

Why did she come to you instead of Jaebum?

“Excuse me?” You asked, unsure of how to reply. 

“I asked,” she replied, through gritted teeth. “How long have you been seducing my boyfriend?”

“I’m sorry?” You chocked out, taken back by her accusation. 

You had never seduced Jaebum, not even when this all began. From the start it was Jaebum; it was him who decided to start all this. He decided when, where and how, and you just let it happen. 

“You should be.” She let out a wry chuckle. “Girls like you disgust me. You act like you’re so pure and kind, but you’re rotten to the core. You’re a filthy little whore who made my boyfriend betray me.”

“Jaebum and I,” you tried to explain, “we were already something, even before he knew you. I was here all along. We existed even before you came.”

She let out a nasty laugh, her hiccups bouncing off the walls and getting the attention of a few people around us. They noticed the wet front of your shirt and shrivelled cup in her hand and faced you with interest. 

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she smiled, maliciously, making you feel small even though you stood tall above her. “You were nothing. You will never be anything to him, so let go of him.”

You heard a few people hiss and snicker at her words, but you ignored them. 

However, your heart ached; it hurt as her poisonous words sank into your skin. 

The truth was she didn’t know anything about Jaebum and you. 

She didn’t know you both went so further back that her future with him could not compete with all that you both had gone through together. She could never understand the desperate need Jaebum and you had for each other. 

She will never know. 

She doesn’t understand that Jaebum will come running back to you every time, just like you would. 

“You don’t know anything,” you smiled, lightly. “If I was nothing to him, he would never come back to me.”

“You’re lying.” 

“Am I?” You quirked an eyebrow. “He comes back to me, again and again. And every time he does, he needs more.”

“No, he loves me.” She shook her head. “He has me now.”

“He has had you for a quite a while, but he’s had me for a long time.” You tell her, as you watch her face fall with defeat. “Even when he has you, he always sneaks away from you to meet me.”

You didn’t have to say what you both did in those stolen moments. She knew exactly what you did; her reddening face the proof of that.

“You fucking slut,” she cursed through muttered teeth.

You leered into her eyes as they raged with fire. Her chest rose in irregular patterns, as her breathing fastened.

“You whore! You ruined everything!” She cried, tears streaming down her face. 

“I hope you’re fucking happy now. You’ve fucked my boyfriend, ruined our perfect relationship. He was going to propose,” Her voice broke towards the end as she looked at the floor. “But not anymore.”

You stared her, feeling sorry for her defeated frame. You felt bad that this happened to her. 

She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve to be loved and have trust shattered by the same man. 

“Do you really think you both would have worked?” You asked, softly. “Even without me in the picture.”

This was something that haunted you through the deepest of your nights. You wondered if it were someone else other than you, would Jaebum cheat with them? 

Would Jaebum cheat no matter who was involved, or was it only because it was you?

Was it you that made him insane, or was he idiotic from the beginning?

“You little-” her hand rose above you, ready to strike you, but you stopped her before she could.

“Don’t touch me.” You told her, as tears prickled your eyes. “And don’t call me those names, unless you are ready to do the same to your boyfriend.”

“You fucking-” she seethed.

“Get a hold of yourself.” You grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly. “Calm down.”

Her eyes were wild with anger and hate; her body shivered in the humid room.

“Calm down? You’ve been fucking my boyfriend, and you’re telling me to calm down?!”

You were about to tell her exactly how well Jaebum fucked you when someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from her.

“Jaebum,” you gasped, as you looked up to meet his eyes. 

However, they weren’t looking at you.

You followed his gaze to find Jaebum staring at the girl who he called his love.

Your vision blurred as he watched her, and her, him. It was just like it always was like it was meant to be. 

You will always be looking at Im Jaebum, and he’ll never look at you the same. His eyes will never carry the same worry and affection as they did for her. His eyes will show you the love he gives to her. 

Im Jaebum will never be able to love you the way he loves her.

His brown eyes stayed on her, as they hardened when he saw the red puffiness of her face from all the crying.

His eyes flickered to you for a moment and your heart shattered. You wished for even the tiniest bit of worry, instead, you were met with dark unforgiving eyes. He gave you a brisk once over before he looked back at her.

His eyes softened, as his lips slipped into a frown. He gently grabbed her wrist, before pulling her towards him.

Jaebum’s shoulder bummed against yours as he stormed past you. 

He didn’t turn back to look at you. He didn’t turn back to see your heart breaking into a billion pieces, as reality washed over you.

it’s her. it will always be her.  

You felt whispers and murmurs began to erupt around you, but you couldn’t move.

You stood there, shaking, feeling frozen to your bones as you stared at the grey floor beneath your feet.

“Hey, girl,” you felt someone place their hand over shoulders. “Are you okay?”

You peered up to find an unfamiliar guy and felt panic grip your heart. You tried to get his arm off you, but they just tightened, holding your closer.

“Come on, don’t be like that. I promise, my dick will make you feel just as good-”

Before he could complete his words, the sickening sound of cracking bone echoed from beside you.

The stranger’s arm dropped from your shoulder, as he fell down with a thud. 

Everyone around you gasped loudly; new whispers sparking around the room.

The room blurred into a cloud of greyness as you stared at the dark-haired boy standing threateningly in front of you. His body hid you from the invasive eyes and you welcomed the protection; more so, because it came from him. 

You gazed at Park Jinyoung standing in front of you. His chest heaving and eyes white with blinding anger.

“Anyone else has anything else to say?” He growled at the crowd, making them all take a step back. When no one replied, he looked over at you.

All the anger vanished from his face instantly. 

His face melted into the softness smile as he looked at you with adoring eyes.

“Are you okay?” He whispered to you, as his lips lifting into a gentle smirk. “I leave you for five minutes and this happens.”

However, you didn’t reply; you couldn’t reply. 

How could you say you were okay when your heart was tearing up into pieces?

How could smile at him when your mind was clouded with thoughts of her?

It was her. It will always be her. 

And if not her, then someone else. It will always be someone who is not you. You will never be loved by Jaebum. 

The castle you had created was crumbling over you. You peered out the window and found the man who claimed to love you enough. 

But he just stood there.

Jaebum watched you through on the windows. 

He stared at you from the outside as you screamed for mercy, begging for his help. But he stood there with his arms folded, simply seeing you go down with everything you thought was permanent.

Your bad habits had finally caught up, and it was ripping you to pieces. 

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[kpopyourcherryy]

X-Rated Dreams - (M)

Genre; S m u t ~

Length; Just a tad over 2,000 words

You laid there peacefully cuddling against your boyfriend, Yoongi, watching some reruns of one of your favorite crime shows from the states while just enjoying his presence and the lovely silence that accompanied it.  “Babe..” Yoongi purrs breaking the silence, his plush lips against the nape of your neck. His arms tightly pulled you against him, “Do we always have to watch that show?”

“Yes, babe, we do..” You giggled, softly nodding as you cuddled into his embrace. “It’s my favorite show, it reminds me of home..”  Before you could say another word he was on top of you, his darkening gaze scanned your delicate form. 

Licking his lips, he gave you an impish little smirk while wedging himself between your legs. “Mhmm,” He hummed, pressing his clothed member into your heat. “Why don’t we do something else instead, princess?” He teased while propping himself up on his knees; wrapping your legs around his waist.

A soft sigh escaped your parting lips as you peered up at him, matching his gaze. “And what do you have in mind then?” You retorted, bringing your hands up to his chest as he began to lean down.  Your nails lightly raked along his covered chest down to his abdomen as he moved closer- leaving on inches between his face and yours. 

“How about..” He began in an enticing purr, softly pressing his lips against the corner of your mouth. “You just lay there and let me make you feel good, baby..” He cooed, planting feathery little pecks along your lower lip. “Daddy wants to taste you..”  As a faint whimper flowed from you, Yoongi enveloped you in a needy kiss; his hands trailed down your hips, tightly gripping them while his tongue swiped across you lower lip- begging for an entrance. 

The instant your lips parted, his tongue invaded your mouth; entangling your tongue in a fight for dominance.  Your delicate whimpers began to fill his mouth as one of his hands moved from your hip to your heat, rubbing his fingertips along the front seam of your lace panties. 

Slowly, he broke the kiss- leaving you panting and whimpering for more as he ghosted his lips down to the sensitive flesh of your neck taking small yet harsh nips at your soft skin; drawing out more of your sweet little gasps. “Da- Daddy..” You whimpered, dragging your fingernails from his chest to his biceps as he wandered further down. 

Yoongi devilishly grinned against the thin fabric that separated him and your chest. God, he adored hearing your needy little voice call out to him.. “Mhmm,” He purred, the vibrations from his deep tone caused you to shudder in response, “My needy, needy little girl..” Harshly biting your breast before traveling lower. 

Taking your lower lip between your teeth, you gave it a soft tug as you muffled your loudening sounds; carefully watching as he stopped just above your heated core.  “Do you want Daddy to make you feel good princess?” He smoothly said, peering up at you through his thick lashes, “Tell me how bad you want me..” 

Just as he finished speaking, he began licking broad enticing strips against your clothed slit, groaned against you as your sweet scent seemed to seduce him even more.  “Ahh.~” You whined in between your short airy gasps while groping your own breasts. The slickness between your legs growing the more he teased your core. “I want you so bad Daddy... pl- please make me feel good, make your little girl go to heaven.~” 

Again, you could practically feel his lips curl up in that fiendish grin of his as his tongue took another grueling swipe against your now sopping slit.  “You want me to take to heaven, babydoll?” He jeered, keeping his mouth just an inch above your heat; chuckling as you gave him a soft nod. “No, no princess. Tell me with your words like a big girl.” 

“Yes- Yes, Daddy, I do..” You immediately replied, your arousal slowly becoming unbearable as that pressure in your core built. “I need to feel your tongue, Daddy.”  The instant you spoke your sweet pleading words he gladly obliged. His long fingers swiftly hooked around the waistband of your panties, pulling them off in one quick motion. 

A giddy little giggle flowed out of you as he tossed the fabric off to the side before pushing up your shirt, exposing your bare breasts.  “God..” He softly hummed while quickly diving back between your legs, giving your inner thighs little kitten licks as he inched near your wanting cunt. “You look so beautiful, baby, but..” He cooed between his assaults, “.. you’ll look even better crying out for me while begging to cum..” 

His words automatically threw you into a state of near desperation for him, you craved him like no other.  As your boyfriend neared your drenched pussy, he couldn’t help but harshly bit his lower lip as your scent intoxicated him. “Fuck..” He snarled just before finally diving into you. 

His plus lips automatically wrapped around your sensitive bud, giving it gentle nips before pulling away just for a moment; letting out lustful little growls as his tongue explored your folds- tasting every bit of you.  Your hands automatically found their way to his jet black hair as your head fell back into your pillow. The room filled with your soft, lustful sounds as he continued eating you like a starved man; his tongue talentedly rolled your clit in circular motions while his long digits found your aching entrance. 

Your lewd sounds seemed to become louder as he began drawing teasing circles around your drenched hole. “Da- Daddy!~” You cried around while his tongue technology began to put you in a trance. 

Hearing your cherubic moans as you cried out for him, had his arousal on overdrive.  With ease, two of his fingers slid inside you; drawing out a mix of whimpers and groans from the two of you as your tight velvet happily welcomed the slight stretch. 

But just as he began pumping his fingers into your heat, his bedroom door nearly swung open.  Through your heavy lidded eyes, you noticed the maknae, Jungkook, innocently stroll in- unaware of the erotic events that were taking place until he made eye contact with you. 

His cheeks when a vibrant shade of red as his eyes slowly trailed down your exposed body only to eventually fall on his Hyung snug between your thighs.  “I- I..” He shyly stuttered alerting Yoongi of his presence while completely unsure of what to say or do as he sort of just froze in place, unable to pry his gaze off you. 

Yoongi immediately stopped, though he seemed nearly unfazed by his dongsaengs presence. Slowly, he lifted his mouth off your cunt- licking his lips clean of your essence as his eyes fell on his friend.  The older man slightly tilted his head, offering his friend a mischievous smile as he unexpectedly motioned him over to the two of you. “Kookie..” He sweetly cooed his friends little petname, “Come here..” 

Your eyes widen slightly as you watched the younger man carefully make his way over to his Hyung’s side. A pompous little snicker flowed from your boyfriend, “She’s beautiful like this, huh?” He asked, instantly noticing his friend’s longing gaze looming over you. 

Jungkook shyly nodded as he took a seat, “Can- Can I touch her?” He shyly replied, completely entranced by your erotic beauty while his large hand ghosted over your shapely leg. 

“Go ahead..” Your boyfriend replied, biting his plush lip as his eyes followed his friend's hand.  Though you part of you didn’t see Jungkook in that way, you just couldn’t help the chills that ran through your heated body as his hand tenderly ran up your calf before moving up your voluptuous thigh.

Soft needy little whines flowed from your parted lips as you felt his gentle touch and the pressure in your core continued to build.  “Daddy..” You shyly hummed to your boyfriend, you hips instinctively bucking up as Jk’s hand neared your sopping core. “I need you..” 

Yoongi’s eyes automatically shifted from his dongsaeng to you, that pompous smile remained as he raised a brow at you.  “You want Daddy to make you cum princess?” He asked, his lewd question caused you frantically nod in response. “Well, baby, we have a guest now..” He smoothly purred, running his hand up and down his friends back. “It wouldn’t be nice to let you finish before he had a taste, now would it?” 

A faint protesting whimper escaped your boyfriend moved over only slightly, giving Jk enough space to wedge himself between your legs as well. Grabbing the younger man’s bicep, pulling him closer while that grin of his slowly dissipated, “You like my kitten, don’t you?” He bluntly asked. 

Jungkook’s eyes immediately widen while his cheeks turned red again.  Clearing his throat, he began searching for something to say but couldn’t seem to find the words.  Shaking his head, Yoongi snickered before shushing the boy, “Sh, sh, sh..” He softly said, guiding Jk down between your legs with him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything, just enjoy my princess with me..” 

Just as your boyfriend's lewd words rang through your mind, your body instantly filled with pure euphoria. Your lust filled gaze followed the two men as they both lowered themselves down on your core simultaneously.  A loud moan instantly escaped you as you felt Yoongi’s tongue circling your entrance while Jungkook’s skillfully rolled your hypersensitive pearl, “Holy- Holy shit..” You weakly shuddered, your hands slowly moving from your lower tummy to the bed. 

Lifting his mouth off you for a second, Yoongi groaned as he watched you just melt into the mattress.  “How does she taste, Kookie?” He lowly growled while his long digits easily slid inside your wanting hole; pumping them in and out of you with elongated strokes. 

Peering up at you through his lashes, he could feel his solid member twitch in his sweats as the need to be inside you grew. Pulling only centimeters away, he delicately panted- his warm breath continuously brushed against your clit. “She’s just as sweet as I dreamt she would be..” He murmured before both he and his Hyung continued their assaults. 

With the feeling of both men relentlessly attacking your heat, warmth washed over your limp body.  “Oh my god!~” You airily exclaimed between your melodic whines, tightly gripping the sheets as their skilled tongues and fingers enveloped you in heavenly torture. 

Yoongi loudly groaned as he began to tongue fuck you, your already tight walls clamped down on his muscle- signaling your incoming orgasm.  Pulling himself off you for a moment, he growled, “Cum, princess.. Cum for us..” 

But just as you shut your eyes, allowing your body to lose itself in the pleasure everything seemed to disappear as you awaken by a familiar voice. 

“Y/n, baby..” The man called out you, shaking you until you finally opened your eyes- only then did you realize it was Yoongi.  You peered up at him with doe-like eyes, tilting your head slightly in confusion as the morning rays of sunlight protruded through the dark curtains. “It’s time to wake up baby, we gotta make food for the members today, remember?” 

You lazily rubbed your eyes, still shuddering as the euphoric warmth seemed to have stayed with you.  “Oh.. yeah, I- I umm..” You began, mentally debating whether it would be a good idea to tell your boyfriend about your dream when his hand gripped your thigh- leading you to both gasp in shock. 

“What the-” He softly said, running his hand up as a sticky fluid coated your inner thighs and seemed to soak through your shorts.  A raspy chuckle escaped him as he moved your bottoms to the side, running the pads of his fingers along your completely drenched slit. “My naughty little girl..” He smoothly purred, leaning closer to you as small sounds emanated from you. “Looks like whatever dreamt about was so good, you came..”  He jeered, pressing his plush lips against the corner of your mouth as lust clouded his eyes. 

“Tell me about your dream- I want to know what made my princess make such a mess.~”

[xlijahsgirl]

Close to You - Jughead Jones | Riverdale

Requested by Anonymous; “A Jughead Jones smut. Where the reader is a virgin and everybody usually makes fun of her for it. Her boyfriend is juggie and he isn't a virgin. He teaches her a few things ;) could it be a gentle smut? W/ fluff. Thanks😂”

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Female!Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: Smut. unprotected sex (keep it safe, kids!)

Number of Words: 1393

You looked down as people around you began to make fun of you. It was really embarrassing, and your face was as red, as a tomato. Jughead wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his chest. His chest was a hiding spot for you. "Come on guys, it is not that funny." Jughead tried to calm down his friends, who continue to laugh at you. Even Betty laughed you, which was a bit hurtful. "You are right, Jughead," Archie said, trying to hold back another laugh.

It was becoming too much for you, so you pulled away from your boyfriend, picked up your bag and stood up. "If you excuse me," You whispered and left the room. In the distance, you could hear how Jughead cursed at his friends before following after you. Once he was on your side, he put his arm around you. The hallway was filled with other students, but you did not care, as you turned around and went back into his embrace. Your shoulders began to shake as tears were rolling down your face. In this moment, you were not even sure why you cried. Maybe because you felt like a baby for still being a virgin, or because your friends were making fun of you. It was just overwhelming for you.

You pulled away and you saw Jughead smiling at you, "I am sorry. Now your shirt wet." He continued to smile down at you as you rubbed over his shirt. His hands caught yours and squeezed it. "Do not worry. It is just a shirt and you are by far more important to me." He admitted and you giggled. You caressed his face. "What have I done to deserve you?" You whispered and he tightened his grip around you. "You are just you," He told you and moved towards to kiss you. Your hands moved into his hair as you continued to kiss him. With every touch, kiss or word, he could melt your heart. Usually, the honeymoon phase would go over fast, but you guys always stayed the same. The only thing that changed, was that your feelings grew.

Jughead began to tug on your upper lip, which caused you to pull away. You felt like people began to stare at you, but they just continued their way. You looked into his eyes, who was staring back. "Do you wanna go to the cinema tonight?" Your question made him smile. "That's my girl." That caused both of you to laugh. He wrapped one of his arms back around his shoulder, before walking towards your next class.

Later that day, about 7 PM, Cole knocked at your door. You jogged down the stairs and ripped the door open. "Hey! I just have to get my coat and-," Cole cut you off. "The cinema is closed tonight." You stopped your track and walked back to him. "Why?" You asked curiously. "Someone threw up and now you are not able to breathe in there anymore." You chuckled and he continued, "That's why I went to the store and brought Popcorn and your favorite movie." He held up the DVD from your favorite movie and a package of popcorn. You hummed and moved to the side. "Well, well. Come in gentleman." Jughead smirked at and came in.

You were in the middle of the movie, but it was the first time, you did not stare at the screen without blinking. Your eyes were only directed towards Jughead. He took off his bean and caused his hair to look messy. And hot.  You supported your head on his shoulder while keeping your gaze on you. He chuckled and moved his face a bit to look at you. "Y/N Y/L/N is not watching Y/F/M? Scandalous." You giggled and moved closer to his, which was actually not possible. "There is something I even love more..." You whispered and he genuinely smiled. He moved the hair, that fell in into your face, behind your ear. "I love you too."  You closed the space and placed your lips on his.

He returned and deepened the kiss. The movie was already forgotten, by something better. His hands moved down to your waist and he lifted you on his lap. Your hands went to the end of his shirt, tugging it off by a swift move. It was not the first time for you both to make out, but it was different. You felt different towards him like you wanted more. His hands moved below your shirt. His touch was burning hot, but it pleased you. An unknown noise came out of your mouth, which caused your boyfriend to stop.

"Did you just moaned?" He asked with a smirk. Your cheeks began to burn, but he just pulled you closer. "That was the hottest thing you have ever done." With a grin, he went back into the kiss. In a matter of seconds, your shirt was on the floor, so was his pants. You never felt so close to someone as to Jughead in this moment. "Are your parents not coming home soon?" He asked in a whisper. You shook your head, "They will be gone for the weekend." You stroked over his well-trained chest. "Do you want to go upstairs?" You asked in a seducing voice. His hand went up and down on your back, and it was hard to concentrate. "You sure?" You nodded and he swept you up in his arms, as he stood up.

It felt like forever as he moved both of you into your bedroom. In your room, it was so much darker, because you closed the curtains. It had been another burning-hot day in Riverdale. Once you reached the bed, he literally threw you on your covers and moved on the top of you. You leaned your head back, against your pillow, as he began to kiss your neck. Another, similar, moan left your mouth as his lips traced down your neck. You could feel him smirk against a spot, as a whimper left your mouth.

You always thought that you would freak out if you would feel a bulge against your heat, but it did not. You actually were happy that you had this affection on Jughead. Before things could go further, Jughead pulled away once again. "Are you sure that you want that? Not only because of what happened today?" He asked, unsure of your plans. You nodded and said, "I want this because I love you. I want to be as close to you as possible."

Jughead and you began to take off your remaining clothes while stealing kisses. Once you both were completely free of any fabrics, he moved back, to hover over you. He placed his member in the front of your entrance and moved closer to your face with his. "This could hurt." He whispered and as an answer you kissed him softly. Like he said, it did hurt but you tried to only think of him and his soft lips on yours.  After a minute the pain turned into pleasure. "You can move," You whispered against his lips. He began to move slowly against you, as you tightened your grip around his neck. His lips moved back to your soft spot, and he began to leave bruises there.

Pleasure began to build in your stomach as your kisses became sloppier. Before you could even think, you could felt a release, which caused you to moan out his name. At the call of his name, Jughead could not keep it back and reached his climax as well. He slid out of you and moved to lay down beside you. Both of you had heavy breaths, and sweat was covering your glowing skin. In the past, you had been scared of your first time, but with Jughead you always felt safe. His arms moved around your waist and he kissed the crown of your head. You snuggled your head into his neck, as your eyes closed. You felt as tired as happy in this moment. "Go to sleep. I will be here tomorrow and the days afterward." After he said that, you fell asleep in the arms of the person, you truly loved.

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Anon said: OK ok so how about a himchan smut 😘😘😘. Like first time with his (virgin) gf. But like instead of making the girl an innocent lamb can the girl be like really out there nd stuff with her sexual frustration lol

*Rated M for Maknaes not allowed ~ Seriously, preserve the innocence!

It’s now or never.  It’s do or die… seriously.  You felt like you were about to explode with sexual frustration.  And damn it, he wasn’t making a move.  Even after all the hints you were practically shoving down his throat throughout the whole duration of your date, he remained a perfect gentleman.  What does a girl have to do to chuck her V card out the window?

For far too long you had to take a back burner in conversations where your friends shared their sexual escapades.  At your age, it was nothing short of downright humiliating to have nothing to add, no stories to tell.  Your hymen was going to make you a social outcast while your hormones were going to lead to an early grave.  One way or another, something had to give.  And if he wasn’t going to take the initiative, you were going to have to take things into your own hands.  

“Himchan, Baby… How long are you going to wait?”  The raised eyebrow and slight pout that he gave you clued you to his innocent confusion.  Had you not gotten yourself so worked up in your own attempts to seduce him throughout dinner, you would have found the expression cute rather than scream-worthy annoying.  Did other girls have to work this hard to get a little something-something?

A small sound, something between a sigh and a growl, vibrated in your throat as you reached across the car and took his hand in yours.  You watched as Himchan furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of your intentions as you pulled his hand across the car to your lap.  “I’ve been ready for a while.  Are you going to do something about it or am I going to have to get creative?” you challenged before leading his hand up the short skirt of your dress to show him just how ready you were. Your gaze remained on him as his eyes immediately widened with understanding.

“Jagiya, your first time is kind of a big deal. I just want you to be absolutely sure so you don’t regret anything. I want it to be a good experience for you,” he explained, scratching the back of his head with the hand that wasn’t currently shoved up your skirt. It was rather heartwarming that he was so concerned with your well being even as his pants grew tighter at the feeling of your heat against his fingers. Still, that was not what you were looking for right now. Tonight you didn’t want your ever-so-gentlemanly Himchan. Tonight you wanted primal, passionate, sensual Himchan giving you all that he’s got.

Keeping a hand atop his that remained under your skirt, you reached across the car and ran your other hand up his thigh before palming his growing arousal. “Jagi, if you don’t take me by the end of the night, we’re both going to have regrets,” you countered. Hesitation still held Himchan in his seat. You watched the lust darken his eyes and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed the lump in his throat, but that wasn’t enough. Running your hand firmly over his bulge, you raised your eyebrows at him, daring him to pass this up.

With a little squeak of excitement and surprise, you found yourself being pulled across the car to his lap for a hungry kiss that you happily returned. His hands were all over your body as your skin heated with anticipation. You needed this so bad, you needed him. It felt so damn good to finally be touched in the ways he had only done so in your fantasies. His hands felt so much better than your own as they crawled up your thighs and slowly crept under your skirt. “No underwear,” he groaned under a breath to himself, breaking from the kiss to lean his forehead against your shoulder as you straddled him in the driver’s seat. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You scoffed at his dramatics. “It’ll be a great death,” you replied, rocking your hips against his. He hissed on a breath at the contact before finally attacking you with a deep kiss. You arched into him, needing all the contact you could get before a blaring horn pulled you both back to reality.

Giggling, you leaned against him, startled as well as amused at the fact that you had interrupted your own heated moment by honking the horn of the car with your ass. With a blush, you pulled away to look at him. “My roommates are out of the night. Why don’t we move this inside?” you suggested. Watching the turmoil take over your boyfriend’s senses, you gave him a glare. “Don’t you dare back out on me now. I’ve been waiting too long for this. I demand my night of passionate lovemaking, dangit.” There was no argument to your statement; you were going to get what you wanted and you weren’t taking no for an answer.  You’ve waited long enough and there was no one you would rather share this moment with than the man that held your heart in the palm of his hand.

“Okay,” Himchan agreed with a nod. He gave you a small, loving smile before taking a kiss from your lips and pulling the keys from the ignition. “Let’s go inside.”

It took nearly no time at all for you both to crawl out of the car and scurry into the small house you shared with a couple friends, both of which being kind enough to go out for the night to give you some real privacy with your boyfriend. Shamelessly, you hadn’t been too quiet about your intentions for the night, and like the good friends your roommates were, they had been all too happy to help you out in any way they could. From helping pick out your outfit to lending a hand with your hair and makeup, they were in full support of you getting yourself some action for the first time in your life.

As soon as you stumbled into the house, pulling Himchan along with you, your hands and lips were all over him. Your patience was wearing thin and he had way too much clothing on for your liking. Unfortunately, his intentions for the evening were quite different than yours. “Slow down, Jagiya. There’s no reason to rush,” he murmured against your lips, only to receive a displeased growl from yourself. Had you not made it clear that you had done enough waiting?

“There’s no reason to keep me waiting, either,” you countered.

He gave a slight chuckle at your unabashed fervor and gently brushed your hair from your face. “Let’s at least get to the bedroom. Then you can have me any way you want.” You certainly couldn’t argue with the offer. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him up the stairs to your bedroom, leading him straight to your bed where you not so gently pushed him to a seated position. “Why are your clothes still on?” you whined at him, stepping between his legs to start unbuttoning his shirt as his hands found your legs and slowly worked their way up your thighs. You couldn’t help but to smile to yourself at how he finally seemed to be taking an interest in what you wanted.

Only moments later, you had his shirt unbuttoned and gave a silent ‘thank you’ to whomever was looking down on you tonight for the fact that he wasn’t wearing any further unnecessary clothing beneath his button down shirt. You let your fingers gently run over his smooth, pale skin as you took in the glorious sight of his abdomen. Returning your gaze to his, you found him looking back at you with clear hesitations just waiting to be voiced. Before he could even bother, you placed a finger over his lips. “Yes, I’m sure. No, I won’t have regrets. This is exactly what I want. Stop holding back already,” you assured him with a slight growl in your voice to let him know you absolutely meant business. There was no further argument to be had, yet you waited until all concerns cleared from his eyes as they darkened with lust and a sideways smirk pulled at his shapely lips. Finally!

Keeping his gaze locked with yours, his hands wandered up your skirt once again, though his time he gave your bottom a quick teasing squeeze that had you stepping closer to him and biting your lip in anticipation. You watched as his apprehensions melted away and his sex drive took over. There was no stopping the small, excited grin that curled the corners of your lips. His hands continued up your body, letting your skirt fall back in its place which would have disappointed you had you not felt him pulling at the zipper on your dress, slowly freeing you as he laid a tender kiss on your clothed stomach. Your heart immediately quickened in your chest as your breath hitched as you realized it was finally happening. Himchan had cast out his hesitations and was now right where you wanted him... well, almost. But he was well on his way there and that was good enough for you for the time being.

The soft fabric of your dress gently caressed your skin on its way down your body to create a small nest on the floor around your feet. Biting your lip, you kept an eye on him as his eyes raked over your body, brazenly taking in your naked form. The way he looked upon you with such an awed expression had you all the more excited to have him. “So sexy, Jagiya,” he whispered, almost pulling an audible whimper of need from you.

He surprised you again with his sudden movements. His arms wrapped around you and twisted you down onto the bed beside where he had been seated while he moved himself to hover over you. He gazed down at you from only centimeters away, his fringe tickling your forehead. “If you’re so sure about this. Tell me how you want it, Y/N.” Your chest rose and fell in soft pants as your eyes remained locked with his. This sudden dominance had you going wild and you weren’t too sure just how to answer him. The mischievous gleam in his eyes made it hard to think straight. Licking your lips, you reached up to tug at his shirt that was tickling your sides as it hung open. In response, Himchan only chuckled at you before stealing a quick kiss. “You have to tell me what you want,” he teased, grinning at how affected you clearly were by him. With that in mind, he couldn’t help himself from running his hand down to slip his fingers between your folds to feel just how affected you were. Immediately, you shivered from the unexpected attention as his grin widened all the more. “So wet and eager,” he breathed before moving his lips to ghost along your neck.

“Damn it, Himchan! Take your clothes off,” you demanded amongst a whine, pulling at his shirt with more desperation. This earned you another chuckle, but he did appease your request. Pulling from you, he peeled off his shirt then let it fall to the floor alongside your discarded dress. You laid on the bed and watched as he slowly revealed his body to you. “These too,” you told him, reaching down to grab him by the belt loops of his pants. With another amused chuckle, he undid his pants before leaning back over you to crash his lips to yours. “Who knew my little virgin would be so bossy in the bedroom,” he mocked as he slowly slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down along with his pants, letting his arousal spring free. You instantly bit your lip as you gazed down at his member, standing at attention just for you. Without thought, your hand reached out to gently run your fingers over the incredibly soft skin of his shaft, drawing a small gasp from him while his member twitched under your touch.

It was far from your first time seeing and touching him intimately. You had your share of messing around together, but the thought of him soon burying himself inside you made it seem like the first time you were seeing just how large he was.  In all honesty, there was a slight nervousness in the pit of your stomach over it hurting or bleeding and making things awkward, but those fears weren’t going to stop you now. You definitely wouldn’t be chickening out when your need was burning from the inside out.

Finally taking an initiative, Himchan hungrily pressed his lips to yours as his hands wandered over your naked form. He had full intentions of savouring every bit of this night with you. His fingers graced over your skin, submitting to memory every dip and curve of your body that had been taunting him and begging to be touched since the very first moment he laid eyes on you. Tonight he was finally going to have you, and he was going to make damn sure that it’s just as pleasurable and memorable for you as it is for him. He took great responsibility in knowing that he was going to be your first and would do everything in his power to ensure you would have absolutely no regrets in sharing it with him. “Condoms?” he asked as he brushed his lips over your collarbone. Nodding, you gave a confirming hum before finding your voice. “In the bedside drawer. I’m also on the pill; there will be no little Himchans to worry about just yet,” you assured him with a little smile as pulled from you to quickly grab the protection. He offered a smirk and breathy chuckle in return as he expertly opened one of the small packages with his teeth and slid the protection on himself. His gaze never broke from you until his lips met yours once again.

Goosebumps formed over your skin in the wake of his fingers. Your body arched on its own accord, silently begging for more - more contact, more attention, more of anything he’d give you. Himchan grinned to himself at your clear want of him. His cautions were slowly dissipating and replacing with desire. The way you reacted to him was all the more alluring and he was slowly losing control, much less his hesitations about taking things to the next level. His hand returned to your heat, his fingers danced over your folds before he slipped a finger along your slit up to your bundle of nerves which he teasingly flicked before running his finger back down to your nearly dripping cavern. He gave a little hum of appreciation as you shuddered beneath him, encouraging him even more with your body than your words ever could. Witnessing your physical desire for him was probably one of the hottest things he had yet to discover.

Himchan continued to slowly pleasure you with his long, slender fingers. Alternating between giving attention to your bud and dipping a finger into your waiting heat, he knew exactly how to touch you to keep you pacing toward your release in perfect haste. Beneath him, you were a panting, moaning mess as your hips rolled against his hand. His tongue moistened his lips as he watched your eyes flutter closed and your head fall back as you completely surrendered yourself to his ministrations and the pleasure he offered you with his hand alone. It was such a beautiful, sensual site which again had his self-control wavering. But he was much too determined to give you the very best experience to falter his intentions with getting ahead of himself. His own physical pleasure would come in due time. Watching the way you writhe under his touch was far too deliciously erotic to interrupt with selfishness. It wasn’t until you tensed just before you reached the crest of your pleasure that he eased himself inside of you. He pulled back just enough to gauge your reaction as his fingers continued to dance over your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Calculating his every move, Himchan perfectly synchronized your high with the sharp bite of pain as he carefully and slowly pressed himself into you until he was finally completely surrounded by your trembling walls. It truly took every ounce of his self-control to keep his hips still as you adjusted to the intrusion. His fingers slowly stopped their movement over your button, waiting for confirmation that you were ready for more.

Falling from your high, you looked up at him and offered a loving, grateful smile. You had known that he would be gentle and considerate as your first lover, but he had far exceeded your expectations in just how caring he would be. He gave a little groan as your walls clenched around him, reacting on their own accord to your affectionate thoughts. Looking up at him, you almost giggled at the intensity his gaze held. And finally, biting your lip, you gave him the nod he was waiting for.

Instantly, a gasp left you as he slowly rolled his hips back and pulled himself from you. Still watching your every reaction, he halted, afraid he may have hurt you. This time you did giggle and reached out to him, pulling him into a deep kiss to reflect the course of emotion you were feeling for him. His hips remained still until you finally pulled from the kiss, still smiling at him. “That was a good gasp, Channie. Feeling you move inside me is…” You licked your lips as you searched for the right words. “It’s amazing. Now stop holding back and give me more.” Your taunting grin was more than enough confirmation along with your words. Stealing another passionate kiss from you, he gave you exactly what you were asking for.

Even after your open invitation, Himchan still remained amazingly in control over himself. He started with slow, measured strokes to let you get accustomed to the new sensations and soothe the pain away. It was like he knew your body better than you knew yourself. And when you finally warmed with the pleasure that built with each movement, he lengthened his strokes and began to stretch you in the most delicious of ways. Amidst your pleasure, your body parted itself from your control and continued strictly on your primal need for more… more contact, more intensity, more pleasure. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper and earning even louder moans that drove him absolutely wild.  His lips were all over you, leaving a mess of wet kisses on every bit of skin he could reach. The moisture left on your skin from his lips cooled against the air and left almost a ticklish sensation that sent a shiver up your spine. Every single nerve stood at utmost attention; you swear you could even taste the pleasure. In the eye of this erotic storm, your boyfriend’s enjoyment did not go unnoticed. Groans and soft mutters of sweet words brushed across your skin along with his lips and hands. He was just as driven as you were, and damn it, that was just about the hottest thing of it all. To give him pleasure in return, to know that you drove him just as wild as he did you. Never had you imagined something so empowering yet humbling. It twisted that knot of pleasure all the tighter and soon enough you were racing toward another orgasm.

Feeling you nearing your release, Himchan moved his lips to your ear. His hot breath danced over your sensitive flesh as he nipped at your earlobe in between breathy pants as he continued to plunge deep into you. “Let go for me, Baby. Cum for me,” he whispered as his hand grasped your hip and pulled you to each thrust. His own end was nearing as his rhythm slowed, speed replaced with an intensity that drew a small grunt from him each time his hips met yours. It all almost seemed to be too much. The feeling of him moving so far inside of you, the sounds of his pleasure with his skin slapping against your own, the smell of his cologne mixing with the sweet natural scent of himself, it all combined and rained down on you until your toes curled and his name left your lips in a loud cry as your hold on him tightened and finally you shuddered in pleasure you had never known was possible. Himchan mustered every bit of his strength to hold out and give you several more strokes to ride out your high before your name fell from his lips in a low groan as he reached his own blissful climax. His hips moved only a few more times, milking the moment for all it was worth before he finally collapsed beside you with a satisfied huff.

After taking a moment to collect himself and catch his breath, he moved to a more comfortable position before pulling you into a tight, loving embrace. “Was that what you were looking for?” he questioned as he laid on his back with you tucked against his side and wrapped in his arm while his other hand petted over your hair. “It was even better,” you answered with a tired grin, relaxing against him and enjoying the afterglow along with his sweet ministrations that only further relaxed you. Himchan gave a small chuckle at your answer before laying a tender, affectionate kiss on your forehead. “There’s even more where that came from, Kitten,” he promised as he pulled your blanket over the both of you. “Your roommates are gone all night?” You gave a small hum in reply and informed them they wouldn’t be returning until late in the afternoon. Your eyes flutter closed as you rested in his warm embrace. “Good. I’m far from finished with you yet. We’ll need tomorrow to catch up on our sleep.”  You smiled at his words, already looking forward to the rest of the night.

[kennothythebard]

Please Don’t Say You Love Me

So excited to finally post it! This is my submission for the @kleinsensongbash, a little bit late but it’s here! It might not be my best fic writing, but I’m glad I finished it in time.

Notes:

Song: “Please Don’t Say You Love Me” by Gabrielle Aplin

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen (duh)

Ship: Kleinsen (duh) and some implied Galaxy Gals

Word Count: 3,200

Connor Lives au (+They All Became Friends au)

I worked hard on this I hope you enjoy it!

"Hello? Earth to Evan Hansen?"

Evan was snapped back to reality by the voice. He refocused on the items in his locker and turned to see a familiar black hoodie.

"Conner! Sorry I was… I was distracted, how-how long, um, how long have you been standing there?"

"Like a solid minute. I asked the same question like three times. Man, you're really out of it."

"Y-yeah…" Evan was prone to overthinking most everything, but he liked to think he didn't let it interfere with his real life. He shook his head, annoyed at himself for spacing out. "What were you, um, what did you wanna ask me?"

"We still have plans to hang later today, right?" The two hadn't been friends long, and how they became friends was a rather uncomfortable story for both of them, yet they were practically inseparable. Evan wondered frequently if this is what having a best friend was like.

"I think so…" Evan said nodding his head.

"Did you forget?" Evan felt sweat start to form on his forehead. "I won't be mad if you did." Evan just stared at Connor, unsure what to say. "Ok, I'll be kinda mad if you forgot. But like, if you're hanging out with your boyfriend—"

"Shhh!" Evan quickly put a hand out to stop Connor from finishing that sentence. He quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard Connor. Thankfully, it seemed most of his peers weren't paying attention.

Connor raised an eyebrow in amusement. "I'm sorry, have I completely misunderstood the nature of the relationship between you and Jared Kleinman? Have you two just been going on dates and fucking as friends this entire time?"

Evan frowned. "Just advertise it to the world, why don't you?" He deadpanned. "You know I'm not exactly out yet…"

"You're pretty much out."

"Whatever can we just—can we just drop the Jared thing?"

It was Connor's turn to frown. "Something going on between you two? Are you fighting or—"

"No, no, no its- we're not fighting. Things are going, um, they're going well. Like really well. Almost too well."

"How can they be going too well?"

Evan shrugged. "I dunno… it's just, like… I guess, It's like, I dunno, things are getting pretty serious now."

Connor chuckled. "They weren't before?" He took a look at Evan's concerned face and sighed. "Ok, I'll bite. How are things getting serious in a way they weren't before?" Evan stayed silent. He really didn't want to tell Connor about his relationship with Jared and why he was worried about it. "Alright, I'm invoking the NLC."

"Dammit." The NLC was a tool of Evan's own invention. When he and Connor became friends he had suggested that they should be able to tell each other anything, and more importantly they shouldn't lie if lying would be harmful to their health. Evan had called this idea the No Lying Clause (NLC for short), and he felt it had really helped the both of them multiple times in the past. But when it came to personal matters it was annoying. And what was worse, Connor enjoyed using the NLC to his advantage whenever he wanted Evan to reveal personal details Evan normally wouldn't tell anyone, not even his mom.

"Well? I don't have all day Hansen."

"I think Jared is in love with me," he blurted.

Connor didn't seem phased. "Ok… and? Like this wasn't a thing before?"

"I mean, I don't know, I guess he was into me but like… I think he keeps trying to tell me he loves me, and I mean, I just- I mean, I can't—I can't deal with that right now."

"What's so bad about him saying he loves you?"

Evan shook his head. "The fact I won't be able to say it back."

Connor's eyes opened wide with surprise. "You don't love him back?"

"Well I mean…" Evan gestured for a few seconds before putting his head in his hand, helpless. "I don't know. But if I say it there's commitment, and I could have to unsay it one day, but if I don't say it then we have to talk about it and he's gonna break up with me because I don't feel the same way, even if I do and—"

"Whoa, slow down, Evan. So you do love him?"

Evan threw his hands in the air. "I don't know! I don't know anything! I don't know what to do!"

Connor laughed. "Look, if he does say it, just like seduce him or something. If you bang him hard enough, maybe he won't realize you didn't actually say it back."

"Why do I go to you for advice?"

Connor gave a smug grin. "Cuz I'm your best friend."

"Yeah, yeah… wait aren't you my only friend?"

"Not quite…" Connor pointed towards the two girls walking down the stairs at that moment. Zoe and Alana. He knew they would see him and they would talk to him and with all this stress on his mind he wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with that, but at least Connor was there to deflect some of the attention. Alana looked over and saw Evan, giving a smile and a small nod. Evan gave a quick, small wave in return as the two girls walked over.

"Hey Evan!" Alana said, pulling him into a somewhat reluctant hug.

"Hey."

"Have you seen Connor?" Zoe asked.

Evan frowned. "Yeah, he's right…" Evan turned around only to find empty space where Connor had been a second ago. He turned back to the girls and grimaced. "You just missed him."

"Oh…"

"Supposedly we're hanging out later today? I dunno…"

"Well if you see him, give him this." Zoe handed Evan a piece of paper, some kind of rubric or project instructions.

"I will." Evan looked at the paper, unsure. He knew the exact reason Connor had bolted but it was still perplexing. "I thought things were going better between you guys?"

Zoe shrugged. "A bit I guess… We got in a fight this morning, and he apologized in the car but I think he's… I dunno, ashamed? In any case, he's avoiding me again."

"Baby steps, Zoe," Alana said, patting Zoe's shoulder.

Evan coughed. "Um, what did you wanna say to me?"

Alana smiled. "Just reminding you the student outreach group is having a meeting on Wednesday."

"Oh. Right. How did I let myself get roped into that again?"

Zoe snickered. "I ask myself the same thing."

Alana shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Just be there guys."

Zoe gave Alana an awkward salute. "Yes ma'am." She laughed. "I mean, it's basically the one chance Evan and I get to catch up. And with the crazy schedule the past few weeks we haven't really seen each other. How've you been Evan? How are things with… you-know-who?"

"Real subtle," Alana scolded under her breathe.

Evan shrugged. "I mean, pretty good, I guess."

"Uh-oh. What's the problem?" Alana could always intuit when one of her friends had a problem. It was pretty unsettling. Most of the time, Evan was thankful for this gift, but in situations like this it was frustrating.

"Nothing's the problem!" Evan said way too quickly. "Everything's fine, we're fine and know we have a lot of fun together and I think he's in love with me and that's great so everything's—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up there," Zoe interrupted. "Jared's in love with you?"

"…Shit."

"Like he's said he loves you?" Zoe and Alana looked at Evan in anticipation.

"No, not really, not yet," he answered. "Thank god," he quickly mumbled after.

"Why 'thank god?' Why is that a good thing?" Alana asked.

"…I hoped you wouldn't hear that. Look, I-I already talked to, um, talked to Connor about this, he gave me his advice and I don't want to rehash it again—"

"My brother's advice is terrible. And his romantic advice is the literal worst."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. When he realized I had a crush on you he suggested I throw myself out of a tree again."

Alana frowned, concerned. "Wait, when was this? Evan, that's awful! He shouldn't—"

"It was a long time ago, Alana. And I'm with Jared and you're together and Zoe and I are cool. Right?"

Zoe grinned. "Eh. I don't know, I'm kinda on the fence about you, Hansen."

Evan raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like something Connor would say."

"Shut the fuck your mouth."

Alana giggled at the nonsensical phrasing and nodded with Evan. "He's right!"

Zoe ignored Alana. "Just don't listen to his advice."

"Not planning on it. I just… I-I think I'll figure it out. Somehow. For now, I just… I just can't see Jared for a while."

"That's gonna be an issue…" Zoe and Evan followed Alana's gaze towards Jared who was walking in their direction at that instant.

Jared smiled at the three as he approached them. "Hello lovely ladies. Evan." He winked as he said Evan's name, causing Evan to blush profusely. "Did you wanna do anything later today?" The question was clearly directed at Evan, who found himself at a loss for words.

"He has plans with Connor later," Alana chimed in.

"Well bring him along. The more the merrier, right?" Jared chuckled as Evan's jaw dropped. "I'm kidding. Just wanted to see the look on your beautiful face. You kids have fun. And if things change let me know." Jared patted Evan's shoulder affectionately, then began walking away.

"Good to see you too, Kleinman," Zoe called after him.

"Sorry, computer club awaits, no time for proper farewells." Jared gave a quick wave goodbye then disappeared down a hallway. Evan gave a small wave with what must have been a foolish smile and an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was suddenly overcome with only one thought, that he needed to be anywhere but here, and his only instinct was to act upon it. He ran through the hallways, leaving Alana and Zoe calling after him and quickly ran into a bathroom.

He turned on a sink, splashed some water in his face and tried some of the deep breathing exercises he had been taught. He did everything to remain calm. He was not about to have a fucking anxiety attack because his boyfriend smiled at him. He just needed to compose himself so nobody saw him like this. Please, Jared, just… please don't say you love me.

The sound of the door opening brought him back to reality. "Evan, you in here?"

His eyes widened and he turned away. "Zoe! You-you can't be in here!"

"Ask me if I give a fuck." Evan could just make out Zoe approaching him in the mirror in his periphery. Something changed when she saw what was happening. "Hey are you ok?" Evan nodded. "Are you sure? Like, you're not going to have an anxiety attack, right?" Evan vigorously shook his head. He knew now he would be fine, but he just—he just couldn't. "Well, what's going on?"

Evan shook his head. "I can't… just… ask Connor."

Zoe gave Evan an odd look but pulled her phone out and started typing a text. The two waited with bated breath as a string of texts from Connor poured in. "Oh…Ok…I think I'm getting it…wait…oh, I got it now." Evan turned, not directly facing Zoe, but able to see her a little better. "Not to diminish your feelings, but you're worrying over a problem that doesn't exist yet."

"But it will soon, and… and what if I'm not ready to say it back?"

"You really think Jared will break up with you over something so trivial?"

"…Maybe."

"Look, there's no serious problems in your relationship, right? It's fun and you both enjoy each other's company. Jared's not going to risk losing that just because you can't say that word back."

"You don't know that." At that moment the door swung open and Evan heard the mumbling of a random student. The student froze as he saw Zoe.

"Ocupado!" Zoe called over her shoulder as the terrified student slowly backed out. Evan and Zoe looked at each other before sharing a laugh, diffusing the tension from before. Zoe looked at Evan with a soft smile. "Look, Jared is smarter than he looks. Just barely, but he is." Evan cracked a small smile at the joke. "I think he'll know that that's a pretty serious thing for anyone to consider. And if anything bad does happen, let me know and I'll punch him in the dick."

Evan chuckled. "Thanks I guess."

"Hey what are best friends for?"

Evan smirked. "Apparently, telling you to seduce your boyfriend and then bolting when his sister appears."

"Are you saying I, Zoe Murphy, am second place in your friends list? To my brother? I'm offended, Evan."

"Wounded, even?"

"Hurt, Evan."

"You know you and Connor are actually a lot alike."

"Shut your fuck."

"Come on, how is that offensive, he's your brother."

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," a voice from the doorway said. Connor stood there, un-phased by the scene before him. "Just wanted to make sure everything was cool. Offer you a ride home." He gave Zoe an awkward glance. "I can give you a ride too, if you want."

"Thanks, but Alana and I are studying after school."

"Right. Studying." Connor made air quotes as he said the last word, causeing Evan to chuckle and Zoe to become annoyed.

"Shut up Connor, why does you mind always go straight to sex?"

"It doesn't always go there—"

"Your advice to my predicament of what to do with Jared was to seduce him."

"Hey it works in that situation!" Zoe and Evan laughed, almost forgetting the tension from before. Almost.

Evan liked it when Connor gave him a ride home. He could just look out the window as the scenery rushed by, looking at the trees, the houses, the stores, the cars… He often didn't even pay attention to where they were going. But as they drove along, something felt off to Evan. As Connor slowed to a stop, Evan looked back at him.

"I thought we were going to your house…?"

Connor shrugged. "We were. But I got a text from Jared and I thought you two might want to hang out."

Evan rolled his eyes. "He can go one afternoon without seeing me."

"You're going to have to face him eventually. If you don't, then your relationship really will fall apart."

"Why do you have to be so right when you're serious?" Connor merely shrugged again.

"Just… talk to him. And if he does hurt you in any way, I'll punch him in the dick."

"That's exactly what Zoe said. You two are a lot alike, you know."

"Shut the hell your mouth."

"That is also almost exactly what she said."

"Just get the fuck out of my car and talk to your boyfriend, Hansen."

Evan hesitated, but grabbed his bag and opened the door, looking back to Connor's car as he walked up to Jared's front door and knocked. Jared answered, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Hey, I thought you said you were hanging out with Connor today."

"Well, my best friend is an idiot who drove me to the wrong house!" He yelled these last few words back at Connor, who honked and drove off.

"Come on in." Evan followed Jared into the living room, setting his backpack on the ground before Jared pulled him in for a quick, passionate kiss.

"So, um," Evan could already feel the blood rush to his cheeks, "what did you wanna do?"

Jared gave a playful smile. "Well my parents won't be back until tomorrow…

"…So you want to binge Parks and Rec again." Jared laughed.

"Not exactly."

"You have to get sick of that show eventually, we've watched the entire thing like a billion times."

"We're not binging Parks and Rec."

"Ok, thank god—"

"We're binging The Good Place."

Evan gave a deep, exasperated sigh. "Why are you like this?"

"It's a good show, you'll like it. And we can cuddle the entire time." Jared kissed Evan's cheek before sitting down on the couch. Evan shook his head with a smile as he sat down and wrapped his arms around Jared.

"Ok. Let's give this show a whirl."

They were several episodes in, and though Evan would never admit this to Jared, he was hooked. He really felt he could relate to how the characters felt, even if he wasn't going through exactly the same things they were. He liked that the relationships were a little messy and undefined, much like relationships in the real world. He had gone through some weird undefined relationships with a lot of his friends, and especially with Jared. He was glad that everything had turned out alright. He held Jared in his arms and kissed the top of his head, trying to refocus on Eleanor's latest mistake. Jared shuffled a bit and turned to look at him.

"Hey," Jared said in a soft voice.

"Hey," Evan replied.

"So, um, I need to say something to you and I need you to not freak out."

And suddenly Evan remembered everything he had been worried about. Please, I can't. Please don't say you love me, 'cause I might not say it back. "Um… why would I," he coughed, "why would I freak out?"

"Evan…" His heart skipped a beat looking at Jared's face in that moment, so sweet and caring. "…I love you." Evan stopped breathing. He couldn't do anything to stop his eyes from widening. This is it, this is the end, when I can't say it back he's gonna—"And you don't have to say anything back." Wait what?

Jared smiled and continued. "I know that this is a big thing to say, and I don't expect you to feel the same way just yet. But I needed to tell you. Being with you is so amazing, and I know you like being with me. Even if we're not at the same place yet, there's no need to worry when you see where we're at. But I love you. And I had to tell you that."

Evan couldn't say anything back. He was so overcome with emotions that he couldn't name. He leaned in and kissed Jared, deep and slow. Jared responded very positively to this, and by the time they had disentangled from making out, they had to start the entire episode over.

As the hours passed, Jared fell asleep as Evan stayed up to finish the first season. As Evan watched the finale, Evan noticed how Eleanor and Chidi regarded each other, and how the entire time, it had all been about the relationship between the two of them. And it made him realize something.

"Jared?" he whispered, fully aware he was asleep. "I love you too."

Though he might have to reiterate it in the morning, which was a terrifying prospect, he was content to fall asleep tonight, holding the boy he loved in his arms as autoplay began Parks and Rec again.

[3rdgymbros]

Immortals

( PROMPT: In order to blend in with people and gain more knowledge I keep attending different schools under different names and you sit next to me in a lecture. You can hear me muttering that the teacher is wrong and when you ask how I can be so sure, and on reflex, I tell you that I was there oh no )

A/N: Still hoping that I’ll meet Tom Holland when I go off to London. My brother’s in London, and I can’t wait to see his grumpy face!! If anyone has any recommendations on where to go/what to eat, please come scream at me in my inbox!!

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Another new identity, another new school. You’ve lost track of how many there have been over the years. Two hundred? A thousand? Always a large city, a large school, always the same routine. Places where new transfer students hardly draw anyone’s attention. 

Sometimes you wonder what you would have become if you’d stayed on the island with the Mistress – nothing but a lifetime of seducing men and practicing your magic. 

But you would have grown shallow and conceited like your sisters. You wouldn’t have been contented, spending your life stuck on the same small island. Your leaving was probably for the best.

Your new school – Midtown School of Science and Technology – is three miles away from your house. It’s the first time you’re attending a school specializing in such technical subjects, and though you’ve had a thousand years to practice finding tangents and balancing chemical equations, you’re still nervous about how you’ll fare amongst the brightest of mortals.

You have to take the subway to Midtown School. It’s larger than most of the others you’ve attended and is impressive looking, a stately red-bricked building four storeys high, surrounded by lush green lawns and trees.

You walk towards the building. As is the case with most high schools, there are crowds of kids hanging around outside. They’re divided into their cliques, the jocks and the cheerleaders, the band kids carrying instruments, the brains in their glasses with their textbooks and smartphones, the stoners off to one side, oblivious to everyone else. You notice a boy taking pictures, focusing on the scenery and sky, rather than the people around him.

You shake your head, amazed. You’ll never get over how innovative humans are. You can remember the cameras of old, how bulky and heavy they once were, but humans had improved on an already impressive invention, turning their cameras into sleek and light objects that could be put in a small pouch and carried around all day.

The photographer’s shockingly beautiful, with a mess of chocolate brown hair that frames a breath-taking face. He has ivory skin, cheeks sprinkled with the faintest smattering of freckles, and soft and warm mocha coloured eyes. He looks up, sees you, and smiles hesitantly.

You’ve never really felt anything for the mortal men that Mistress had enchanted, but you’ve never seen a boy so good-looking, much less been in the same school as one, and you’ve definitely never had one smile at you, as if he and you are friends. You’re immediately nervous, and start blushing.

“Peter! Hey man!”

A rotund giant of a boy, dressed in a black NASA T-shirt, crisp black jeans and a red hoodie, comes running right at the photographer. They’re obviously friends, and now, you stupidly realise, this boy is whom the photographer – Peter – had to be smiling at.

You could kick yourself.

Nice one, (Y/n). Scowling, you scrub at your face with the back of your hand, you march into school.

You don’t notice that Peter’s busy staring at your back, his cheeks flushed and mouth agape.

Your first period class is History with Mrs. Roberts, whom the principal describes as being “a fine teacher, one of our best, who’s won numerous awards”. You smile, nod politely. You’ve been through this before.

The principal walks you to class, holds open the door and you walk through. The classroom is perfectly square, filled with twenty-five people, give or take, sitting at rectangular desks about the size of kitchen tables, three students to each. Peter is there, sitting next to his friend, who’s vaguely Asian looking, with fair skin and almond shaped eyes. He’s scribbling madly in his notebook, but stops when you walk in, his eyes wide, the first hint of a blush blooming on his cheeks. His friend claps a hand over his mouth, snickering quietly, and Peter jabs him in the ribs in retaliation, his eyes never leaving you.

The blood rushes to your cheeks again. Great. You tear your eyes away from them, and focus on Mrs. Roberts. All eyes are on you. A whole new group of people that you’ll yet again try to keep at a distance. It’s always a fine line, having just enough interaction with them to remain mysterious without becoming strange and thus sticking out.

Your teacher is somewhere around sixty, wearing a pink wool sweater and red plastic glasses attached to a chain around her neck. She smiles widely, her hair greying and curly. The principal closes the door behind him as he leaves, and you grimace slightly.

Too late to escape.

“And what is your name?” She asks.

In your unsettled mood, you almost say “Jessica Jones”, your former alias, but manage to catch yourself. You take a deep breath and say, “(F/n) (L/n).”

“Great! And where are you from, (Y/n)?”

It’s been almost a century since you’ve heard your name spoken. You have to close your eyes to hide the sudden swell of emotions.

“Ae —,” You begin, but then catch yourself again before the word fully forms. “Singapore.”

“Class, let’s give her a warm welcome.”

Everybody claps. Mrs. Roberts motions for you to sit in the open seat in next to Peter Parker and Ned Leeds. She asks them to raise their hands, and you’re not sure if you should feel happy or embarrassed that you’ve just scored a seat next to the cute boy and his friend. Mrs. Roberts turns around to go to her desk and you walk down the aisle, and dump your bag in the empty seat, very pointedly not looking at Peter or Ned.

After a warning to be quiet, Mrs. Roberts leaves the class, and as soon as she does, Ned Leeds leans over to talk to you, completely disregarding Peter, who looks incredibly unhappy to be caught in the middle.

“Ned,” Peter says, giving Ned a warning glance before his friend can speak, “Don’t. Please.”

“(Y/n)? What was it like at your old school?”

Your gracious smile feels slightly frozen in place; you don’t like the tone in Ned’s voice, but you’ll humour him anyway. “It was . . . Hot. And humid. But the food was good. You haven’t lived till you’ve tried Singaporean food.”

That garners a laugh out of both Peter and Ned. Peter looks positively angelic as his laugh rings out, his face a bright halo against his shock of brown hair.

“What about the boys?” Ned asks all-too innocently, looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “Were they cute? Do you have a boyfriend?”

Peter muffles a groan with his hands.

“Um. Um?” You blink once. Twice. You knew the tone in his voice could only be nothing good. “Well, some of them were cute, I guess? But I’ve never dated anyone before.”

What worse pain could there be, to have to watch as your loved ones wither away to ash, while you alone remain perfect and unchanging?

It’s better to be alone.

Everyone always leaves you in the end.

“You’re joking.”

Peter sighs. “Ned –”

“No, I’m being serious!” You’re unsure why Ned’s so happy about your lack of a love life – or why he’s frantically jabbing a quietly-protesting Peter right in his ribs – but you smile and shake your head anyway. “I’ve been single all my life.”

“Ned.”

“Alright, alright.”

Peter seems like he’s trying to kill Ned with the force of his glare. But Ned laughs it off and holds his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry about Ned,” Peter tells you quietly. “He can be a little . . .”

“It’s fine,” You manage, still slightly stunned to be talking to him. “Really.”

Mrs. Roberts backs into the room then – what superb timing the woman has – pulling a tall metal frame on wheels that holds a sleek, modern-looking DVD player. A movie day – the lift in the class atmosphere is almost tangible. She shoves the tape into the slot and walks to the wall to turn off the lights.

The opening credits begin, lighting the room by a token amount.

Ironically, it’s a movie about Singapore. The narrator’s going on about the legend of Sang Nila Utama, a brave and handsome prince, who’d embarked on a daring sea journey to discover new islands. You could cry at how warped their description of him is. As it is, you allow yourself a disdainful snort.

“Handsome my ass,” You mutter under your breath. “Brave? Ha! They clearly did not have to spend a week at his palace.”

“It sound like you personally knew him, (Y/n).” Peter says quietly, a warm note of amusement threaded through his voice. “But he lived over one thousand years ago –”

“One thousand five-hundred and thirty three years ago, and let me tell you, he was worse than Joffrey Lannister.”

Peter laughs nervously. “(Y/n), you’re kind of freaking me out here –”

“Did you know that that little prick absolutely refused to throw his crown overboard? I told him those waters were scared, and that Poseidon would not like it if we crossed, but nooo, he just had to have his way! And I had to save the boat from capsizing, and do you know what he did?” You’re on a roll, and ranting angrily now, all your pent-up frustrations pouring out of you after so long of holding them back. “He left me on some deserted island, and if I hadn’t managed to get back with my spell, I could have died! So forgive me for not liking him!”

Peter’s staring blankly at you. His eyes are wide and shiny with surprise. You try not to think about the fact that you’ve just screwed up royally – if he didn’t think you were weird before, he definitely does now. You’re disappointed, and then you feel angry at yourself for feeling this way.

Getting attached won’t do anyone any good.

“Uh. I mean. That was a play.” Your excuse sounds lame, even to your ears. “I was in this play, about the history of Singapore and I played the part of this disgruntled sorceress, and I think some of her must have rubbed off on me. Yeah. That’s it.”

Amazingly, he buys that pathetic excuse. Peter cracks up laughing, and although your laughter is tinged slightly with hysteria, you’re laughing right along with him. If you’d been drinking, water would have shot out of your nostrils. Ned, and everyone else, is staring at the two of you, as though, and that only makes you laugh harder.

The two of you are sent out of class for being disruptive – not a great start to your school year – but you could hardly care less. It’s the first time in a long time that you’ve laughed so hard, or so brightly, and although there’s a voice whispering that you’re falling too deep, too fast, you push that aside.

You can deal with that later.

For now, you’ll pretend that you’re a normal girl.