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-Bang Chan-

To Sub or Not To Sub (role reversal!Au) ft. Felix

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 ft. Felix

The Box (Free Rent 3) ft. Minho

-Lee Know-

Punishment (hard dom!Minho)

Fever (bestfriend!Au, college!Au, roommates!Au) 

His Kitten (dom!Minho, hybrid!reader)

Pool Party (jealous!Minho)

Soft Blurb 

The Box (Free Rent 3) ft. Chan

-Changbin-

Under The Table (exhibitionism)

-Hyunjin-

Icecream (suggestive)

A French Morning (morning sex)

MoonStorm (superhero!reader, supervillain!Hyunjin)

-Han-

Moaning In Your Sleep 

-Felix-

To Sub or Not To Sub (role reversal!Au) ft. Chan

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 ft. Chan

-Seungmin-

coming soon

-I.N-

coming soon

-Multiple Members-

Free Rent 1 (all members)

Free Rent 2 (all members)

To Sub or Not To Sub (Chanlix)

To Sub or Not To Sub 2 (Chanlix)

The Box (Free Rent 3) (Minchan)

Flowers in December

Pairing: Gang Member!Minho x Boss’ Daughter!Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word count: 3.2k

Your father had taken Minho under his wing at a tender age of 7, you were around the same age at that time. You remember when he walked through the gates of your father’s house, you can clearly recall his petite figure and vulnerable self. His tiny eyebrows were furrowed, a little pout on his lips and his small hands clinging on to the fabric of the guy who had draped his jacket around his shoulders.

Even for a little child, his features were defined. He was as pretty as a winter flower. You associated him with winter because it was snowing that day. That’s what Minho used to be, a pretty winter flower. Much unlike how he is now, hardened by his surroundings, sculpted by rugged training and scarred by combats unknown to you. While you grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth, enjoying all the riches that your father acquired illegally, Minho was busy growing up in the harshest conditions to serve as a prime asset to your father’s gang.

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Got7 Reactions: You‘re pregnant

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AN: feel free to request anything you want

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Mark:

Him being the oldest, wouldn‘t really be affected too much by your accidental pregnancy, as he would be a great dad anyways. But of course, that wouldn‘t stop you from being nervous. But as soon as you tell him a huge gummy smile will appear on his beautiful face. He will hug you, place kisses all over your face and tell you how excited he is.

„Aren‘t you… mad or something?“ you asked, but he just laughed it off. „Why would I? This is great, I‘m going to be a father of a child who has an amazing mom!“

Jaebum:

Similar to Mark, Jaebum would be a great dad, and you knew he would, but as he is really busy being on tour, producing music and all that kind of stuff, you decided to wait a little and keep that information to yourself, trying to figure out whether to keep the child or not. (But then you remember that abortion would never be an option for you okokokokok) But your smart boyfriend will find out sooner that you hoped, as he noticed your weird behavior and ended up finding your pregnancy test.

„So you thought that you were able to hide such big news from me?“ he asked in a serious tone, raising one brow at you. „I- uh- I was scared you would leave me.“ you mumbled and he would just shake his head, then embrace you into a hug. „I would never do that.“

Jackson:

We all know that Jackson would be excited as hell. You weren‘t even scared to tell him, as you knew he loved children and he always kept on telling you home much he wanted a son to teach his dance moves to and a daughter to protect. He kept on telling you how excited he was to scare of all the boys who want to date his daughter and all that stuff. So when you told him, he literally fell onto his knees and started crying out of happiness. „Omg jagi, Thank you for having a functional uterus.“

Jinyoung:

This. Man. Is. Amazing. With. Children.

Just like the other boys, he would be a great dad. And you were about to tell him but he was quicker. He found out by the way you acted, the way you ate and all of that stuff. And he knew because you never refused sex for like 3 months which alarmed him as he was confused when you would finally start your period.

„I think we need to talk,“ is how he started the conversation. Of course, you would think of the worst, „I think you‘re pregnant.“ he added, making you breath out loudly. „I thought you were going to break up holy sh- but yes, I am.“ you said, making him frown. „Why didn‘t you tell me?“ he asked and you smiled. „I was going to tell you tomorrow on our date but you were faster.“

Youngjae:

Youngjae is a v soft boy, we all know that. So you were too scared to tell him when you found out. You knew there were two options in how he would react. He would either be extremely happy and get super excited… or he would panic and freak out. After nervously pacing up and down in the boys dorm, Youngjae noticed how tense you were and asked you if everything was fine. You told him to sit down with you, he did but you kept pacing around, making him nervous as well. „You wanna break up or something?“ he asked, making you shake your head. „I‘m pregnant!“ You blurted out, regretting it soon after. At first he looked shocked, but then soon enough started jumping up and down in excitement. „This is great!!!!“

Bambam:

We all know this would happen. Because Bambam can‘t control the lower part of his body. All you have to do is touch his leg and soon after you would be banged on any sort of object near by. Condoms? Never heard of that. You told him multiple times that one day you‘ll be pregnant and he just told you that it wouldn‘t matter. So when you actually were pregnant, you weren‘t really surprised or scared. You would actually walk up to Bam, hitting the back of his head, yelling at him. „See this is what happens when you don‘t put on a condom!“ showing him the test. His eyes would widen and he would actually cry out of happiness, saying „Oh yes in 9 months you wont be the only one calling me Daddy.“ while hugging your tummy.

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom was still young, you were even younger. So when you held your fifth pregnancy test in your hand, reading ‘positive’ you freaked out, sitting on the bathroom floor crying. You were 100% sure if Yugyeom found out he would break up with you. He wouldn‘t have time for a child, nor would his management allow him to keep the child. I mean, they already forced you to keep your relationship a secret. You decided to not tell Yugyeom, to keep it a secret and hide it as long as possible, no one knew just you and your plushies, but the time has come and your tummy grew bigger, and bigger. You knew this was an idiotic idea but you just couldn‘t do an abortion, nor did you want anyone to know. So when Mark walked over to you, asking you if you were pregnant, you lost your shit and started crying. This obviously caught Yugyeoms attention and you blurted out, that you were 5 months pregnant and too scared to tell Yugyeom. Well dis bitch heard and it confronted you about it. „Why would you hide it? Of course I will support you, I mean, why wouldn‘t I? I know we‘re young but keep in mind, the child will have two parents and 6 boys who keep an eye on him/her.“

BFF

switch hyunjin x switch female reader

warnings: fwb, minor drug use, drinking, unprotected sex, cursing

i listened to bff by slayyyter while writing this,, love that song

the two of you sat in the red toyota supra, facing the many other cars that were also parked on the large front lawn.

“how do i look?”

“hot, now how do i look?”

“hot.”

“then we’re ready,” hyunjin turned to reach the door before you stopped him with a hand on his chest, your fingers feeling the hot skin that wasn’t covered by his button up shirt.

“you’re forgetting the pre-party ritual.” you pulled a flask from the back of your jeans, watching hyunjin’s face light up.

you unscrewed the small cap before taking a swig, passing hyunjin the small tin and watching him as he took a swig.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a bit buzzed, and you already had texted your friend to save some ecstasy for the two of you.

tonight you were ready to get fucked up.

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you and hyunjin walked up to that large house doors with your arms linked together hearing a classmate shout out your arrival.

“oh look it’s our favorite pair of bestfriends!” a couple people turned to face you, greeting by gently lifting their cups in the air or a simple head nod.

loud music filled the cramped building as bodies mingled with each other. you pulled hyunjin threw the crowd immediately heading over to the drinks, and also where your friend with the ecstasy would be.

you stared at the selection of drinks, choosing a clear pink concoction and handing hyunjin a purple.

“give me one moment,” you excused yourself, making way to the other side of the drink table, exchanging money for the two pills you had been waiting eagerly for.

hyunjin was already comfortable on the wall, three girls hanging off his sides playing with the boy’s hair and laughing at any little thing he’d say.

yeah your bestfriend is hot, but you came to hang out tonight qnd get totally trashed, not split up five minutes into the party.

you placed the two pills onto your tongue, walking over to the small group with a toothy smile. you make your way over confidently, grabbing the back of your bestfriends neck and pulling him into a messy kiss.

hyunjin doesn’t hesitate to place his hands on your waist and kiss back, the girls around you scoffing before stomping away.

you opened your eye and peeked making sure they had left before using your tongue and pushing one of the pills into his mouth.

you pulled away breathless, standing next to him as his left hand still rested on your waist.

“sure know how to make an entrance,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair and looking down on you.

“i know.” you playfully winked and swallowed the pill, feeling it slip down your throat.

“something’s telling me it’s time to dance,”

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sweat was dripping off the two of you, the pills had kicked in a while ago and the amount of alcohol you guys had drank in between breathers was not making the situation lighter.

you and hyunjin were locked in one of the bathrooms, you sat on the counter and he stood in between your legs.

“this glitter thing on your face, woah.”

“has your hair always been this long hyunjin?”

“your eyes are literally glowing!”

“your lips feel so soft” you ran your thumb across his bottom lip as he laughed, his fingers tracing against the glitter decorating your cheeks.

“your lips look soft too,” his eyes widen as he pokes the soft skin of your lips before getting imterrupted by a banging on the door.

“someone needs to take a shit, get a fucking room!” one of the boys in your class shouted from the other sode of the door.

“oh shit we should get out,” hyunjin laughs, a boyish grin adorning his face as he lifted you up off the counter.

the two of you stumbled down the long hallway, hyunjin leading you while holding your smaller hand in his.

you looked at the vibrant lights jumping out at you, feeling almost as if you could taste the color on the tip of your tongue, the music seeping through your ears and mushing up all your thoughts.

“oh hey y/n!” the two of you stopped and look towards the person that called your name, a loud scoff leavimg hyunjin’s mouth as you stared up at you ex jongmin.

“uhm.. hi!” you smiled feeling the grip on your hand tighten, hyunjin walked towards you wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your head.

“hi jongmin~” he mocked, pulling you closer into his embrace.

jongmin glanced at hyunjin and completely ignored him, directing his attention back towards you.

“i was just about to head out you tryna come with?” jongmin reached out to grab your wrist but was quickly stopped by hyunjin’s hand.

“we’re busy, but we appreciate the efforts.” hyunjin no longer was smiling, hoping your ex would get the message to fuck off as you stepped furter into hyunjin’s embrace.

“i’m having fun here jongmin.. bye, let’s go jinnie,” you walked away before you amd hyunjin bust out laughing “did you see his face, he was heated!” hyunjin continued to lean on you as you made way down the halls looking for an empty bed to crash on.

“ooo when we find a room we should play a game!” hyunjin suggested in a cheery manner.

“lucky for you, a room is right here! ladies first madam” you oet hyunjin walk into the room and followed after, watching him flop onto the bed and crawling in after him. “okay what’s the game?”

“spin the bottle,”

“hyunjin we don’t have a bottle.. and there’s only two of us.” you look him dead in the eyes, watching the color in his pupils swirl.

“oh.. then we can just make out,” he suggested while studying how the glitter changed wth every subtle movement you made.

you shrugged leaning in and pressing your lips gently against him. the two of you relaxed and let your tongues slide into each others mouths, tangling with each other.

hyunjin pulled away and watched the saliva string atretch between the two of you before swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and cleaning up the mess.

“how are your lips already swollen?” he didn’t give you time before pushing his lips back against yours forcefully.

you gripped his loose shirt and pulled his fogure on top of yours, your head hitting one of the pillows as you spread your legs to give him room to rest between them.

hyunjin broke the kiss a second time and went straight for your neck, dragging his tongue across it while you tried your best to unbutton the rest of his shirt.

hyunjin began to mark up your nevk with love bites, sucking harshly on the sensitive skin as you decided to play around a bit. your right hand reached onto his now completely bare upper body, feeling him up before finding your target.

you took his nipple in between your two fingers and gently twisted causing hyunjin to moan onto your neck and thrust his hips against yours.

your eyes lit up at the reaction, your head filling with the sound of hyunjin’s pretty moan.

“hyunjinnie~ never told me your nipples were so sensitive.”

“fuck, no one had ever done that before,” hyunjin’s breath fanned your neck as he tryed to calm himslef down from the sudden feeling.

“lay down for me,” you slightly begged as hyunjin rolled over onto his back.

“fuck you really took be out with that one i’m so hard jeez” you laughed at his words climbing on top of him before gently kissing his chest. “oh my god don’t you fucking dare.” hyunjin shivered knowing what was coming next.

you wrapped your lips around his sensitve nub, running your tongue against the warm skin.

“fuck!” hyunjin grappef your hair harsly, hips thrusting up in eagerness, “jesus fuck,” he cursed out.

you pulled away softly biting his nipple before parting and smiling at him.

“look at how hard you are! it’s so cute!” you cooed whike tracing your hand against his hard on. “look it twitched,”

hyunjin grabbed your hips and flipped the two of you over, firmly pressing your hips into the mattress.

“stop talking to me like your bitch, god~” he rolled his hips against yours, drawing a mewl from your through as hyunjin groaned. he looked down at you through his hair, tugging down your jeans and underwear down and throwing them to the floor.

hyunjin took off his belt and pulled his jeans to the floor, stepping out of them and crawling back to you.

he tapped his cock against your bare cunt, causing you to slightly stir.

“hyunjin stop stalling,”

“ok ok, just let my stare at your hot ass body for a second.” hyunjin placed his hand onto your boob and softly groped your clothed chest. “i’d fucking kill for these.” he pushed your shirt up and pulled your sports bra down, just enough to pull out your tits and fondle them. “next time you gotta let me cum on your tits,”

“maybe if we could get through this time first,” you whine impatiantly.

“oh hush,” hyunjin puts hand between your legs and works two fingers in you, knowing you were already running out of patience he decided a quick prep would be best.

he worked you open, dragging his thumb across your clit a couple of times causing you to choke on some of your breaths.

“hyunjin just put it in already!”

hyunjin laughed at your impatience, using some of your juices to lube himself up before lining his cock up.

his hips sank into yours, the warmth envelpoing him causing him to bury his face into your neck and softly bite down.

your walls instantly clenched around him, loving how you could practically feel him in your stomach.

“god my bestfriend has a pretty dick.”

hyunjin pressed his forhead against yours.

“don’t forget a pretty face.” his hips dragged against yours slowly but he had enough force with each of his thrust.

“who knew my bestfriend would be the best at taking my dick.” hyunjin groaned out, catching your lips into another kiss, his tongue tasting the inside of your mouth as his non-supporting hand creeped down your body.

his hand found his way to your clit and rubbed figure eights on the small nerve, causing your body jolt.

“jinnie i’m gonna come!”

“no one’s stopping you.”

at his words you let go, your body spazzing as you rapidly clenched around him, hyunjin guided you through your orgasm before pulling out and stroking himself a couple of times, spilling onto your stomach.

“that was some of the best sex i’ve had in a minute.” you gasp out, staring at the ceiling intensly.

“thank god i have a sexy little bff,”

e. munson || ‘shut up.’ ‘make me.’

A/N: ok here's the smut fic i promised i'd write,, thanks to everyone who suggested songs !! rlly set the mood for me nyehehe >:D

warnings: enemies to lovers, smut!!!, fem! reader, p in v intercourse, cunnulingus, spanking, degradation, mean dom!eddie

You were the perfect student any teacher could ever ask for.

You were consistent in your studies, submitted all your assignments on time, and even did extra credit work to further boost your grades.

You were a straight A student with a report card that gleamed so brightly it made any nerd within the vicinity jealous.

However, it wasn’t because you wanted to be a teacher’s pet. You were focused on your academics because all you wanted to do was to succeed in life; get into one of the top colleges, graduate not only with honors but as summa cum laude, apply for the best, highest paying job you could get, and continue on your life as the ultimate career woman.

Nothing and no once could stand in your way.

Except for a certain leader of the Hellfire club.

Eddie Munson May not have known this, but you had regarded him as your sworn enemy, not because he had did irrevocably terrible damage to you in the past, but because he was simply a nuisance who kept you stressed out as you had to constantly be the one to do the assignment all by yourself whenever you had any group projects with him.

Granted, none of the others ever really helped you either, but you couldn’t shake the disdain you had for him.

Maybe it was his character, how carefree he was, his utter lack of concern for his own academic standing pissed you off to no end. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much, but you couldn’t stand the thought of someone caring so little about their own future that they would even smile whenever they got so much as a D minus.

So you could imagine the annoyance that made the vein on your forehead feel as if it were about to pop when your teacher just so happened to partner you up with none other but the metalhead himself.

After class, you had begged and pleaded with her to reassign you a new partner, going so far as to even writing her an actual letter of reconsideration.

Still, despite all your efforts of avoiding the brunet, your teacher had declined.

“You’d be a good influence in him, (y/n),” She said, placing a hand in your shoulder. “Maybe you could even tutor him with the parts of the lesson he’s having difficulty in.”

Tutor your ass, hell would have to freeze over if you ever even considered spending more time than you needed with him.

Through the interactions the two of you had in class, with your cold disposition towards him along with your curt, blunt words, Eddie caught on pretty quickly that you wanted nothing to do with him. He had figured it was because you thought he was a ‘freak’, an outcast, that you had regarded him as lowly as the other kids at school did. He put his guard up around you, matched your cold energy towards him, until the two of you barely even spoke during class when you were supposed to be doing the project together.

The deadline had started to draw ever nearer, causing you to panic inwardly as you had realized you did a part wrong, having to restart the entire project.

With the deadline only being two days away, your teacher had made it very clear that she wouldn’t be giving any late projects special considerations.

You rushed to her as soon as the bell rang.

“Ms. Warren, please reconsider, it’s just, I had to restart an entire part of the project just as I thought I was almost done with it and—“

“That’s why you should be working with your partner, (last name).” She replied sternly.

“But he hasn’t even been helping!” You exclaimed, making wild gestures with your hands.

She raises her eyebrows at Eddie. “Is that true, Munson?”

He scoffs. “I would, if she only let me.”

“That’s because you’re completely inept at anything that involves—“

“Don’t pin this on me! I’d help you if you actually even talked to me about what it is you needed help with—!”

As the two of your argue over each other, Ms. Warren pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing.

“That’s enough! Both of you.”

You both close your mouths at her scolding, darting your eyes to the side guiltily.

“Look, I will allow you both to submit your assignments up until 4 p.m. on the day that it is due, otherwise, you will both receive an F. Is that clear?”

You nod your head while Eddie mutters in agreement.

“Good. Now, please just learn to sort out your differences and try to get along, for the sake of your grades at least.”

As soon as the two of you walk out of the classroom and into the hallway, you continue arguing.

“This is all your fault.” You grumble.

“My fault? You won’t even let me look at whatever it is that you’re doing! You don’t even so much as talk to me.”

“And neither do you!”

Eddie sighs, scratching his chin in frustration. “Okay, y’know what, fine, I’ll compromise. How about we continue the project today, after school, yeah?”

You inhale deeply before exhaling slowly, calming yourself down.

“Fine.”

“So where do you live?”

“We can’t do it at my place, my parents are going to be having a party with their friends.”

“I mean, my trailer isn’t really a mansion, but..”

“It’s fine, we’ll do the assignment at your place, just stay out of my way.”

“Sounds to me like you’re getting in your own way.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Fuck you, Munson.”

He glared at you. “Well fuck you, too.”

You mutter more curses under your breath as you stomp your way over to your friends.

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Somehow, you manage to bike your way over to his place, backpack in hand as he welcomes you in.

“We can uh, do it in my room. Sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off.”

“It’s fine.” You mutter, trying your best not to giggle at his joke. As much as you hated his guts, you couldn’t deny that he had a good sense of humor, no matter how self deprecating it may be.

You lay out the assignment on the floor, scribbling onto your notebook as Eddie sits in front of you. The room had been entirely silent the moment you came in. Being that he didn’t know what was going on because you wouldn’t tell him shit, Eddie doodles on a piece of paper.

Guilty for not being much help to you, he opens his mouth to speak. “Is there anything you need me to do, or?”

You sigh. “Just let me do the assignment, okay? I won’t rat you out if you don’t do anything, just need to keep my grades in check.”

He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows at your statement. “Why do you care so much about your grades?”

You huff, dragging your hand across your face as you paused from working. “Why do you ask so many questions?”

He scoffed as he folded his arms. “Why are you such a priss?”

“And why are you such an ass?” You fired back.

Eddie massages his temples. “Look, Ms. Warren literally just told us to sort out our differences for the sake of the assignment, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, standing up. “I don’t need your help.”

“Uh,” he starts, standing up as well. “Clearly, you do, you’ve been struggling with that for the past hour and your stress is totally bringing down my buzz.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, shooting him a glare. “Buzz? Are you high right now?”

He shakes his head as he looks at you incredulously. “The hell is that supposed to mean? And for your information, no I am not. God, do you really think that lowly of me?”

You slam your notebook closed, dropping it to the floor as anger courses through your veins. “And what if I do? You literally spend most of your days not even attending class, so it’s not my fault that you don’t get anything.”

“It’s not that I don’t get anything, it’s just that you aren’t giving me any tasks to do— and in case you didn’t know, I’m actually a pretty smart guy.”

You snort at his words. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He scratches his neck, annoyed. “You know what, I’ve had enough of your pretentious bullshit, why don’t you get your head out of your own ass for one second and stop acting all high and mighty just ‘cause you’ve got perfect grades.”

You glowered at him, face contorting into one of disdain. “At least I’ve got good grades, at least I’m not going to wind up as some burnout without any direction in his life!”

“You don’t even fucking know me—god! Are you hearing yourself right now? You wanna know something about you that I’ve noticed because I actually have a brain? Yeah, you’re so caught up in your grades and your studies,” he flaps his fingers around, mimicking you talking as if his hand were a puppet. “That you don’t even have a fucking life.”

“Yeah, well at least I’ll actually have a life outside of Hawkins thanks to all the A’s on my report card, while you’ll be stuck at a dead end job that you’ll hate for the rest of your life.”

“There it is, folks! The high and mighty queen (y/n) has blessed us with her wise words!” He leans towards you. “Just kidding, this girl’s just a stuck up clown with a stick up her ass.”

“And you’re nothing but a lazy, good for nothing piece of shit!”

Eddie runs his hand through his hair in frustration, his eyes glaring directly into yours.

“God, can you just shut the fuck up?”

You walk closer to him, face just inches away, facial features stained with a scowl as you stare up at him defiantly. The tension between the two of you so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Fucking make me.” You spat.

His body moves without thinking, you had pushed him as far as he could go and he lets go of any inhibitions that held him back in the past, crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss is anything but sweet, teeth clashing as he he grabbed you by your hair to hold you in your place. Any sense of sanity leaves your brain as you return the gesture just as roughly, raking your nails on his clothed chest that were sure to leave marks the next day.

He groans against your mouth at your action, his other hand gripped your hip firmly. As he breaks away from you, a string of saliva connecting your mouths, you realize you’re panting, the mind numbing passion—no, that wasn’t the right word, this wasn’t passion, it was anger and frustration and white hot lust, all the worst things you could ever feel for a person mixed into a noxious cocktail of sorts. You couldn’t help the wetness that pooled between your legs as he looked at you with nothing but pure loathing.

Your gaze shares the same hostility, ignoring his blown out pupils that were dilated from pure lust.

Before you can even react, he pulls you by your hair, exposing your neck.

He’s quick to litter your neck with kisses, not the soft, butterfly ones you had felt on the rare occasion you ever had the chance to be with someone else, these kisses involved too much teeth, biting at your skin brashly, sucking hard enough to leave red marks along your throat.

You let out a breathy moan as he sucks on your collarbone, knees buckling as you crash onto his bed.

His hands find their way to your breasts, kneading them through your shirt as his knee settles right below your core. You buck your lips towards him, desperately.

Sensing your eagerness, he smirks agains your skin.

“You enjoying this more than you thought you would, princess?”

“Fuck you.” You breathe out.

His thumb and forefinger grips your chin as he tilts your head to look at him properly.

“Oh, you’re about to.” The arrogance in his voice somehow turns you on more than you were right now.

He glanced at you, your body, still fully clothed, silently undressing you with his eyes. A wave of confidence washes over you, and you take this chance to to slip your shirt off of yourself, exposing your lacy bra.

His eyes go wide at the sight of you, his tongue darting from his mouth to lick his lips, further boosting your ego, and for the first time since the two of you had kissed, the odds had turned to your favor.

“Like what you see, Munson?” You say, looking up at him with half lidded eyes that reminded him all too well of a siren’s stare, luring him into the depths of the sea only to drown him.

And fuck, was he ready to dive in head first.

His fingers trace your bra strap, pulling at it so that it snapped back onto your skin, making you bite your lip at him.

“Think I’d like you better down on your knees for me, darling.”

“Then why don’t you make me?” You say, mimicking the words you had uttered earlier that started it all.

He smirks at you. “As much as I’d love to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, I’d rather make you scream my name.”

The image of him having you down on your hands and knees as he fucks you senselessly causes you to clench your thighs.

“That’s what I thought.” He nods slightly, your silence along with your flushed cheeks said it all.

He leans his head towards you once more, kissing you on your lips with the same passion, less roughly than the first time, but firm nonetheless, to show you exactly who was in control.

He kisses his way from your neck down to your chest, licking and sucking at the flesh your bra couldn’t cover. Desperate for more, you bring your hand to your back, unclasping your bra with your fingers, pulling it off of you in a hurry before throwing it to god knows where.

He smiles against your skin, loving the desperation that was written all over your face, proud of himself that somehow he had turned you into this flushed mess.

Eddie immediately got to work on your left tit, wrapping his lips around your nipple as he sucked at it roughly, his other hand had his fingers toying and flicking at your right mound.

You bit your lip to prevent any sounds from erupting from your throat. Eddie notices this immediately, giving your nipple one last suck before he released it with a loud pop.

“Don’t hold back, (y/n), wanna hear you make those pretty sounds.”

As if regaining your senses, you glare at him, tightening your lips into a thin line, no way in hell were you giving him anymore satisfaction. In truth, all you wanted was to see what he would do if you didn’t follow his orders.

He exhaled at your defiance. Fine, he thought, two can play it that game.

He grinds his jean-clad knee onto your clothed cunt rather roughly, earning a soft moan from you.

“You gonna do what I say or am I gonna have to make you?”

You smirk at him, eyes darkening. “What do you think?” You challenged.

He sucks at his teeth before twisting you around so that you laid on your stomach, your cheek hitting the mattress while he pulled you so that your legs were strewn across his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed. He flipped your skirt up so that your ass was exposed, causing your face to feel warm.

He brings his hand down onto your plush cheek, causing you to yelp. You could feel his rings as he did so, sure that they’d make a mark.

“Since you wanna act like a fucking brat, I’m gonna treat you like one, yeah? Count.”

He spanks you, causing you to jolt forward at the intensity of his blow. He snakes his arm around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“I said count.” Came his stern voice, snapping you out of your daze, reminding you of your punishment.

“O-one.” You manage to say, meekly.

“What’s that? Didn’t quite hear you there, sweetheart. Start from the top.”

He lands yet another blow to you ass cheek, a whimper making its way out of your lips as he did so.

“One.” You say, more firmly this time.

“Atta girl.” He says, voice laced with pride as he rubs your ass. He pinched your panties so that it exposed more of your ass, causing you to let out a breath as you felt your underwear strain at your core, the bunched up cloth hitting your clit.

He continues to give you a spanking, each one harsher than the last, until your ass is red with his hand marks.

“F-fifteen.” You say as he shimmies his way out from under your legs, moving you so that you laid on your back again.

“Now,” he says, tugging his shirt off to reveal his inked skin, your eyes tracing over each of his tattoos. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

You could only nod your head frantically at his words, too hot and bothered to care.

He smiles at you as he gets onto his knees, spreading your legs apart with his rough hands, relishing the way your plush thighs felt against his fingers.

He practically rips your skirt off of you as he slides it down to your legs, you kick it off once it reaches your ankles, and you sigh as you feel him sloppily kiss your inner thighs.

Suddenly, he presses his thumb to you clit, rubbing it through your underwear, a gasp leaving your mouth as your fingers twitched in pleasure.

“So fucking wet for me already and I barely even touched you. Did all that spanking from earlier turn you on, princess?”

You gulp, not knowing what to say as your eyes darted to the side.

He laughs at you condescendingly, giving you a light slap to your thighs.

“‘Course you did, dirty little thing.” Before you know it, his fingers are tucked into the sides of your panties, hurriedly sliding them off of your legs.

You can’t help but feel somewhat shy as you realize how utterly exposed you were. You clenched your thighs as you held your legs together, bringing your thumb to your lips to bite it nervously.

Seeing your sudden timidness, Eddie smiles up at you, genuinely, taking your hand in his while his other hand rubbed circles on your knee.

“Don’t go acting shy on me now, sweetheart,” he leans forward and trails kisses from just below your navel up until your pelvis. “You’re fucking breathtaking, y’know that?”

At the sound of his reassuring words, you slowly peel your legs apart, cunt now fully exposed for him.

“Absolutely fucking perfect, all for me, right, Angel?” He looks up at you as his fingers run up and down your slit, causing you to let out a breathy moan. “Say it, baby, I need to hear it from you.”

“All for you, Eddie.” You whimper.

“That’s right,” he says, tugging your hips towards him as he buries himself between your legs, hot breath fanning your core. “All for me, and only me.” The possessiveness in his tone makes you shudder with delight.

As soon as he utters those words he’s licking up and down at your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit, causing yet another moan to erupt from your mouth. He wraps his lips around your sensitive bud, sucking at it so harshly it makes you see stars.

His tongue makes its way towards your entrance, lapping up your juices in delight, savoring the taste of you on his tongue as he groans at how delicious you taste.

Your hand makes its way to his hair, tugging at it from the roots, causing him to groan once more.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, baby.” He mutters against your cunt before he shoves his tongue into your entrance, nodding his head as he fucks you with his tongue.

“Oh my fucking god—Eddie!” You moan loudly, panting at his actions.

He continues his ministrations against your cunt, eating you out like a starved man would his last meal on earth. Sucking, lightly nipping at your clit and running his tongue over it repeatedly like the rough rhythm to one of his metal songs. He slips one of his digits into you, then two, then three, before he pushes a fourth one in, stretching you out so deliciously that you throw your head back in pleasure. His mouth never leaves your clit as he continues to furiously fuck you with his fingers.

You arch your back as you feel the knot in your stomach start to uncurl.

“F-fuck, Eddie, Eddie, I’m close, so fucking close, wanna cum—!”

“Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna taste you.”

With his permission, you did as you were told, your pussy tightening around his fingers as your cum gushed out of you.

Eddie’s jaw goes slack as he opens his mouth, intent on slurping up all your juices until he’s swallowed it all.

Your chest heaves up and down, breathing raggedly as you slowly come down from your high.

You watch as Eddie unbuckles his belt, licking your lips as his fingers made its way to unzip his jeans. As soon as his pants fall onto the floor, he teasingly snaps the waistband of his boxers, relishing the attention he received under your hungry gaze as he slowly slips his boxers down to his thighs, his cock slapping against his stomach. He smirked as he saw drool drip from past your lips, your mouth agape at his size. You wanted nothing more than to have his cock in your mouth, thrusting deep into your throat as your spit coated his length.

But that was for another time.

He looks to you as if asking for your permission, to which you give him a small nod. He spreads your legs open even wider than before as he kneels on the bed, you shuffle backwards to allow him enough room.

He runs his tip along your folds, already red and leaking with precum. You notice the two veins that ran along the sides of his cock, and you couldn’t help but think about how it would feel for him to be inside of you already.

He continues to tease you, rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit, to which you groan in frustration at.

“I—fuck! Eddie, just fuck me already, will you?” You say, borderline screaming out at him as your frustration, your want for him builds up. It only seemed to him that you had forgotten your place, and it was his job to remind you of where you belonged.

His large hand grabs both of your cheeks easily, calloused skin against your smooth one, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“Forgetting your manners now, are we? Remember who the fuck you’re talking to.” He growls.

You swallow, a shiver crawling up your spine at his domineering tone, something entirely different from the goofy kid at the back of your class that you thought you had all figured out.

As much as your pride yelled at you to give him some sort of snide remark, to bite back with your words, you can’t help but feel small under his dominant gaze that was enough to force you into submission.

“Please,” you say hesitantly, softly. “Eddie—“

He licks his canines, the smile he directed towards you was anything but warm, almost mocking.

“Come on, baby, you can do better than that, use your big girl words and beg for me, beg for me to stuff you full with my cock.”

You whimper at his words and he senses your hesitation. Okay, he thought, your pride would be your downfall.

He put his fingers to your clit, circling it so roughly and harshly that it made your hips snap up involuntarily at his touch.

“Fucking beg for it or you don’t get to cum and I leave you here to do the job yourself. Think your fingers could ever match up to how nicely I could stretch you out, hmm, princess?”

You let out a guttural sob as he continued his ministrations on your already hypersensitive clit, and any pride you had that prevented you from losing any of your dignity dissipates as you throw all caution to the wind.

“Please Eddie, please please please, I need you, need you inside me so bad, wanna feel you, wanna feel all of you—“

He takes his hand away from your clit, and you almost cry at the loss of his touch before he patted you on your cheek.

“That’s a good girl, doing exactly what I tell her to.” And with that, he slides into you with ease given how soaked you were, your own essence acting as a natural lubricant for him.

Your eyes practically roll to back of your head as he finally bottoms out inside of you, hissing at how tightly your cunt gripped his cock.

“So fucking tight for me, baby. Such a good fucking slut.”

He thrusts into you, slowly, testing out the waters first before he hears you groan yet again.

“Please, fuck me faster, Eddie. Want you, wanna cum all over your cock.”

After enduring his punishment and all his teasing, taking it all like a champ, who was he to refuse his good little girl?

His hips meet yours as he picks up his pace, throwing both your legs over his shoulders, still spread out nicely for him, letting him gain more access to your cunt as he fucked into you even deeper. Soon enough, you were a moaning mess under him. You reach up to rake your fingers across his now bare chest just like you did earlier, digging your nails into his skin as you did so. He lets out a groan as the sting from your nails mixes with the pleasure of your cunt that clenched around him.

He chuckles darkly as his hand wraps around your throat, you shiver at the coldness of the silver rings he wore around his fingers. “Yeah, that’s right, fucking take it like the good girl you are,” he snaps his hips towards yours once more, hitting that soft, spongy spot inside you that made your toes curl and a loud moan involuntarily make its way out of your mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, turns out you aren’t the good girl you make yourself out to be, huh? Nothing but a filthy little slut with her legs spread wide open all for me.”

You can’t help but let out an even louder moan at his words, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts about him, how good he was making you feel.

The pleasure had started to overwhelm you, especially when his fingers found their way towards your clit, rubbing it in circles once more and you cry out in pleasure.

“Yeah, fuck—yes, good fucking girl, taking me so well.” His praise directed towards you, despite how condescending it sounded, made you mewl as your mind went blank with the immense pleasure he was giving you.

Noticing the fucked out expression on your face, Eddie props his hand against the head board.

“You getting all fucked out now, hmm? How you feeling baby? Y’like getting fucked stupid by my cock?”

“Feels so good,” you pant, barely even able to put your words together. “So fucking big, Eddie, love your thick cock so much, stretching me out so fucking good.”

He smirks at you, grabbing one of your tits in his hand, fingers flicking and pinching your hardened nipple.

“That’s fucking right, my fat cock stretching that pussy out so—shit, so fucking good for ya. Fucking you like how you want because you’ve been a good girl, yeah? My good fucking girl.”

All you do is hum and nod at his words as you look at him with half lidded eyes, smiling at his praise.

“Open up that pretty mouth of yours, baby.” He commands, and you do so obediently, lips spread apart for him to spit into, a glob of saliva landing on your tongue. You swallow, without even him telling you to, and his chest swells with pride as he realized what he had turned you into: a slut, a whore for his cock, for him and only him.

As he continues his brutal pace, pounding into you so deeply, continually hitting that spot within yourself that made you see stars, you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“So close, Eds, so fucking close, a-ah! Please, please, make me cum, Eddie, wanna cum for you so bad, wanna be your good girl, Eddie. Please please please—“

You didn’t even know what you were saying anymore as you babbled mindlessly, desperate for a release. Eddie continues to play with your clit, his thrusts becoming erratic now, intent on making you cum, making you feel the greatest pleasure you had ever felt in your entire life.

"Yeah, that's it baby, let go for me. Cum for me."

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Eddie! Eddie, Eddie—“ you continue to chant his name like a prayer despite all the unholy things the two of you were doing, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you finally let go, juices gushing from your cunt and making a mess on the bed.

You shuddered as your high began its slow descent, regaining somewhat of your consciousness as you looked up at Eddie, his eyes glued to where you and him met.

You cups his cheeks, causing his gaze to fall upon you, your eyes soft and lips slightly ajar, his once domineering gaze softened at the sight of you below him.

He groaned, sensing that he was close.

“I—fuck, come on, princess, where do you want it?”

You smile softly as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “Inside me.”

He looks at you, somewhat surprised, his thrusts slowly become more sloppy by the minute.

“You sure about that, (y/n)?”

You nod at him, hands never leaving his face as you brought him closer to you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m on the pill, it’s okay.”

God fucking bless the feminist movement.

“Come on, Eddie, cum for me, want you to fill me up, wanna feel how warm your cum would be inside me.”

With your words of encouragement, Eddie’s entire body tenses as he let out a low groan, releasing inside of you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your cunt. As he pulled out, he couldn’t help but stare as your hole clenched around nothing, his white, sticky cum leaking from your pussy.

Exhausted, he falls down onto the bed beside you, snaking an arm around your waist as you lean into his touch, you shift so you laid on your side, resting your head atop his bicep as you trace patterns onto his chest.

Eddie exhales, brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead, his fingers making their way down your face to trace your jawline.

As the two of you lay there, utterly exhausted from fucking like rabbits, you can’t help but stare up at him with affection, his warm brown eyes staring you with the same care. You lean your head towards him, and he does the same, until your lips meet in a kiss.

This time, the kiss you two shared was soft, gentle, loving even. You pull away from him, breathless.

“There goes the line of straight A’s on my report card.” You huff.

Eddie rubs your shoulder affectionately. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on it tomorrow, we have time.”

Any of the past anxieties you had over your grades ceases as you lay in his arms, safe and comfortable, all your troubles far away.

“I’m sorry,” you say, earnestly. “For all the things I said to you earlier, you were right, I can be a bit of a control freak sometimes.”

“A bit?”

You flick his forehead.

“Ow! Joking, kidding, I’m joking,” he says with a smile as you tuck your head into the spot his neck and shoulder met. “I’m sorry too, for calling you all sorts of mean things.”

“Before or after sex?”

He pinched your nose, earning a laugh from you as you push his hand away.

“See? I can joke around too, I’m not stuck up.”

He intertwines his fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Yeah, you’re not.”

A moment of tender silence passes by the both of you as you gaze at each other affectionately.

“You know,” Eddie says, scratching his chin. “I’ve had a crush on you since like, freshman year.”

You furrow your eyebrows as you cringe at his words. “Seriously? That was the awkwardest year of my life, how did you ever manage to form a crush on me then?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, smiling at you. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I found you cute, braces, nerdiness, and all.”

You chuckle, nudging him gently. “Well, y’know, can’t deny that I found you cute myself, right when you walked into class.”

He laughs at your admission. “What? Lil ol’ me with my band t-shirts and ripped jeans?”

You peck him on the lips. “Exactly you with your wild hair and pretty doe eyes.”

He can’t help the affection that seemed to overflow from his chest as he kissed you all over your face, from your forehead to your nose to both your cheeks to the corners of your mouth to your jaw to your neck. You giggle as he showers you with affection.

As much as you could stay in his arms forever, you can’t.

You prop yourself up on your elbows before you stand, stumbling a bit as you do, to which Eddie responds by swiftly holding out his hand to steady you, still on the bed.

“Where are you going?”

You smile at him, kissing his knuckles.

“Need to pee.” You reply before slowly hobbling your way out his room, gripping whatever you could to keep yourself from falling.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Munson, what did you do to me?”

He laughs heartily, the sound causes your heart to flutter.

“Nothing that you didn’t want, princess.” He winks.

i have a mad thomas x reader request where reader is forced to marry thomas (idk how just-) and is disgusted about it but eventually ends up liking him.(? idk how to explain myself:’)

No one look at me,,,,,,,,,,also this is heavily inspired by the Scarlet Letter and was supposed to be a tad darker but I copped out (also someone asked for a pregnant reader recently so this + that = this fic)

A Lie They Would Believe (Mad Thomas x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: dark themes, 1600 standards, values, and laws, affairs/cheating, ex-relationship with the pastor is mentioned, Thomas is Thomas, mentions of drinking, webs of lies, public humiliation, AFAB and Fem reader, pregnant reader, pre-marital pregnancy solved a la shotgun marriage, twisted win-win situation turns into love?, slow burn(?),

Word Count: 3.7k

You could accept your punishment with a turned cheek, you told yourself over and over again.

You could stare out at the audience of towns people, even as the sun beat on your face. You could stare out into the angry faces of the elders, into the pitying faces of your friends. Into the ashamed faces of your parents. But, you could not look at Cyrus Miller.

You'd missed your blood two months ago. You'd begged, prayed, everyday that it would come. But, the only thing that came was the morning sickness. You'd tried to hide it, tried to think of what to do. But, when you placed your hand over your stomach, you couldn't bring yourself to find the hag in the forest. And, when your mother held your spotless, white sheets in your face, you'd crumbled. You confessed in the privacy of your room as if you were confessing in church. You told her everything.

Well, almost.

"Tell us his name!" Cyrus said, a voice that you couldn't force to fall into the background. "Tell us the name of your accomplice and you shall suffer no more." He said, and you wanted to believe him. You let your eyes close for a moment, but your lips did not move. Your mouth did not open. "Tell us the father's name, so that your baby will not be born a bastard!" He said, and his hand reached out to grab your arm. His grip was strong and tight, unlike the caresses you'd become so accustomed to with him. While his words begged you to say the name, his name, the action spoke differently. You peeled open your eyes and looked up at him, at his raven hair and kind face. His dark, soft eyes. Tears pricked the corners of your own eyes, hard and glassy as you looked up at him. But, you were silent. Even as some of the townspeople yelled for you to confess.

But, how could you tell them that it was your persecutor who was the father of your child? That your pastor, the leader of this town, had sinned so egregiously? He had a wife, a daughter. You'd known both of those things when you'd fallen for him, but it was harder to ignore in the harsh sunlight. When both of them stood in front of you.

You knew you'd have to face punishment. Sex before marriage was a crime after all, completely forbidden. To think they didn't know you were an adulterer also. You didn't know what it'd be, but you knew you'd have no option but to accept it when it came. You'd already made your peace with it, made your peace with whatever God could condemn you to. Perhaps, you'd have to live alone, wear a scarlet letter on your breast. Perhaps, they'd cast you out completely, and you'd be shunned. Perhaps, they'd hang you. You touched your stomach at that thought. Perhaps, there were certain punishments you couldn't bear.

Your lips only fell open when a voice yelled,

"It was I." And a gasp fell from your mouth. Your head turned, snapped towards the voice. Towards the sea of faces that was the crowd. But, you knew that voice. "It's my child." He said, and your eyes fell on a face you knew all too well. And, at that moment, you knew exactly what type of punishment God had set out for you.

Mad Thomas.

***

The day had gone by in a blur.

Over and over in your head, one question repeated itself. Why? It was almost loud enough to drown out the constant whispers, the stories being spun by every person who seemed to have a tongue.

Union couldn't seem to stop talking about it. Of when it started, how long it'd been going on, when the pair of you had even had time to sneak off. You'd even heard a young Constance Berman whisper about how she'd always known something was going on between the two of you, only to be shushed by her older sister as you passed. As you'd been let free of the top of the church steps.

You'd been left outside, left out in the sun. Inside the church went your father, the pastor, and Thomas. You had no idea what Thomas was going to say, what lies he was going to spin.

You couldn't bring yourself to leave, to speak. You felt as though a blanket of white noise had covered your ears, covered your mind. You were surprised, to say the least. You'd thought a wave of devastation had washed over you the first moment you'd realized you were with child, but this? It made it seem like ripples in a pond. The only thing you could do was stare at the church door and wait for them to come out. But, you felt a warm arm wrap around your waist and you turned to see the face of your mother.

"Come," She said, and you looked back at the door blankly. You didn't want to leave. You wanted to be there when they came out. But, you couldn't find the words to say or the strength to keep your feet firm. So, you let her guide you away from the crowd, and towards your house.

It was only later that you were told you and Thomas were to be married by the end of the month.

***

You and Thomas were never allowed a moment alone. You didn't know whether to be relieved or not, but Thomas, a man who you quickly found was far more confusing than you thought, was playing a charade. He brought you flowers, carried your water pail for you, and even took you on chaperoned walks. You, however, were stony and stiff, barely able to contain your disgust for him. It was on your first walk that you whispered,

"Why? Why are you doing this?" And, for a moment, the incorrigible man seemed to pretend not to hear you. He glanced over his shoulder, as if the wind was at his ear instead, and you saw him cast a sly glance to the man behind them. It was one of your father's friends, walking only about two yards behind you. Finally, when he decided he was far away enough, he responded,

"Would you rather I had let them cast you out? Let you and your child starve in the woods?" Thomas said back, the most sober you'd ever heard him. It seemed that apart of your father's deal with him was that he cut back on the drink. He didn't even stumble as he walked.

"Don't pretend you did this out of charity. Why, Thomas?" You asked, and you, for only a moment, reached out to touch his arm. You pulled it back just as quick, hoping that your chaperone hadn't seen. Thomas looked down at the action, before he smirked and shook his head.

"Aren't we a perfect match?" He asked, and you gave him a look of confusion. He continued with, "You think I don't know what people say about me? Don't you see, girl? It doesn't matter if your father is the best woodworker, or the richest in Union anymore. No one would have you, or your bastard child. Except me." He said, and you almost couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He continued, his words a whisper now, "Besides, it's a lie they would believe." You stared at him, flabbergasted by his words. Flabbergasted by how right he was.

Thomas had, well, a reputation. It wasn't out of character for his wedding to be one out of necessity, and perhaps it earned you some pity from the townspeople. How many women had Thomas seduced? And how many of them could truly judge you? Not to mention, his words left one thing clear.

So, it was my dowry, you thought. It wasn't an unheard of reason, and it made sense given the man you were talking to. Your father had been avoiding selling you off, even as you reached far into your womanhood. And, surely, your father would never have considered him under any normal circumstance, but now...You didn't seem to have much of a choice.

Thomas paused, picking up one of the wildflowers and handing it to you. You took it, knowing now that you had to play along. That you had to act as if he truly was the father of your child, and not someone as foreign to you as the land outside of Union.

"Your father was going to start building us a house. I was thinking right here," Thomas said, his voice only slightly louder for the chaperone to hear, but you barely paid attention. You were staring down at the yellow flower in your hands, before you glanced up at the man in front of you.

He was tall, but his hair was lighter. His cheeks were stubbly and his eyes- They were a clear blue. Almost the same shade as the sky above you. You watched as he talked, as he laid out his plan. And, while the idea of being married to anyone that you didn't love sickened you, you tried to tell yourself that it wouldn't be as terrible as you felt it would be.

***

You and Thomas sat out in the sun, where you were making a flower crown and he was rambling about one thing or the other. You'd gotten very good at pretending to be in love, even in the span of only a couple of weeks.

You gave him smiles and laughter, and he gave you gifts or stole a caress. It was enough to stir the people of Union so no one would be the wiser. And, with your father at his station a short way across the field, the pair of you could be somewhat alone. But, still within viewing distance.

"You're not listening." Thomas said, and you smiled to yourself for a moment. You looked at the finished crown, before you looked up and reached over to where he was laying on the blanket. He was half-sitting up, and you placed the flower crown atop his head as you said,

"Yes, I was." You replied simply as you adjusted it, and Thomas stared at you and gave a small scoff. He caught your hand as you went to pull it away, his grip loose. He held it almost gently, and said,

"Then kiss me." And your brows drew together. A quick,

"What?" Fell from your lips, and you watched how Thomas smiled. He laughed, letting your hand go as he said,

"So, you weren't listening-" But you were quick to interrupt him.

"Why would- Why?" The idea- the simple idea was preposterous. Why would you kiss him? In broad daylight no less? The suggestion made you nervous, made a weird feeling start in your stomach. And, you ignored how this feeling wasn't entirely unfamiliar.

"They're going to expect us to kiss on our wedding day, girl. Shouldn't we have some practice?" He said, and you thought perhaps the first time he proposed it had been kinder. You stared at him, thinking over his words. Thomas waited, reaching out to touch your skirt. It was only to pick at it for a moment, before he drew his hand away.

You couldn't tell if that was the only reason Thomas wanted to kiss you, if there wasn't some ulterior motive somewhere. You wouldn't put it past him. But, really, he was right. Not to mention, while the pair of you had been affectionate, had you been affectionate enough?

That's what was so aggravating about Thomas. He was always right. He saw clear through whatever facade anyone put up, and saw the truth. Perhaps, that's why he was such a good liar.

Perhaps, that's why he was staring at you.

"Fine." You said, before you looked over your shoulder. You were in the field, but you were more or less a public spectacle. You could hear Thomas draw closer, feel the warmth of his hand reach for your arm.

"Let them look." He said as he gave a tug on your arm, and you turned back to face him. It was strange to hear him say that, such a stark difference from what you were used to. To have him so close was different than before, but Thomas didn't close the gap. You supposed he was waiting for you to do that. He whispered, "Well?" And, finally, you did. It was a short kiss, a quick stolen one. Still, it made Thomas smile. "So chaste." He let out a small laugh, and it was your turn to scoff. "Are you sure-" And you could guess what he was going to say. You kissed him again, if only to silence him. It was deeper, firmer than your last had been. And you hated to admit that you didn't hate it. Thomas was well-practiced, and the feeling of his thumb grazing your cheek was nearly as warm as the feeling of the sun on your back. It made another feeling start, one that you tried to stamp out that very second. You pulled away again, cutting it short. Thomas, for just a moment, tried to follow you before he pulled back. He had a small smile on his face, one he didn't try to hide as he pushed his hair back.

"You're practiced." You said quietly, the closest thing to a compliment you could give him. You'd heard rumors of him galavanting with the likes of Abbi Berman and some of the others. Perhaps, there was some truth to them. Thomas glanced over, and returned the words,

"Aye, so are you." When he smiled and glanced down at your belly, you knew the jab had been intended. And, unfortunately, he'd managed to make you laugh.

***

You knew it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. Before the wedding, the pastor would counsel both of you. And, he was going to counsel you first.

You stood in a dress your mother had made, with your corset done loosely as not to press on your stomach. You'd been staring out the window, at the cloudless day and the happy faces of your town. Why shouldn't they be happy? It was the day for a celebration.

You'd even caught glimpses of Thomas. Your mother was fussing over him, and Issac had swiped his pouch. He looked- Well, you could tell he'd been scrubbed down. Most of his teeth were still black, but in clean clothes and with a clean face...Perhaps, he didn't look terrible. You tilted your head, and, almost as if he could feel you staring, Thomas' head turned. He caught your eyes, and reflected your posture with a tilt of his own head. It made you smile, something you found was less forced the more time you spent with him. Your head turned from him when you heard someone come in.

"Wonderful day for a wedding." Cyrus said as he closed the door to the chapel, and you tried to manage a smile. "Sit." He said, and gestured to one of the pews. You did, and you both kept your distance. The chapel was dim, only lit by the light outside. The pair of you were silent for a moment, before Cyrus said, "The magistrate is here. He seems eager to start. Do you," He paused for a moment. "Do you have any doubts?" And you felt that the question was not quite as empty as anyone else would think.

You'd been staring at your hands, and you finally lifted your gaze to him. To his deep, dark brown eyes. After a moment, you found your voice.

"None at all. Thomas is- He shall be the father to his child, and he shall be my husband. I shall do my duties, and, I- I love him." It was hard to say, at least when Cyrus sat in front of you. "What is there to doubt?" You asked, your question equally as heavy. While none of you would say it plainly, you knew from the way he looked over your face that he understood you perfectly. The pair of you would never confess your secret, and you'd let the hatchet be buried. Forgotten.

"Does he know?" Cyrus asked, and you knew what it sounded like. In case any of the others were listening. Like he was asking if your soon to be husband knew you loved him. The question couldn't be more disguised. Really, his eyes said, Does he know about us?

"Yes. Or, I think he does." You replied, and you watched how Cyrus reached to touch his clean-shaven face. His face was half hidden by his hand, but you could see his eyes were disturbed. A secret was harder to keep the more people knew, but you said, "And he loves me. He'd do anything to keep this union." You told him, and you hoped he got your meaning. When Cyrus glanced at you, you guessed he did. Silently, your eyes said, If he does, Thomas won't tell. And, after a pause, Cyrus let out a sigh.

"Then, there seems little I have to counsel you on."

***

"Have you thought of a name?" Thomas asked you, and you hummed.

You were picking at your sheet, looking towards the window. It had been months, five if not nearly six. Your baby was due in only a few weeks now, and you still hadn't decided. Your husband, a word to describe him that didn't seem so weird now, laid besides you facing up towards the roof.

Thomas, well, he was not what you thought. He had a good, if not sometimes strange, sense of humor, and did not bruise easily from even the harshest words. He could take care of himself, after years of doing so, and, subsequently, you as well. Your mother and the mid-wife still came by to make sure you were in good health, but Thomas had most of it handled. He was a little lazy when it came to work, especially the work your father tried to give him, but he seemed to find that the work that came with having his own house agreed with him. The pair of you had become- Well, familiar. That was the word you would use. You couldn't say, nearly six months later, that it was still just pretending.

Still, Thomas didn't touch you in any way you wouldn't want him to, and you had to lift your head to throw a glance back to him.

"I have some ideas. Perhaps, if it's a girl," You paused, a sly grin coming to your face, "We could name her Abigail." And you watched him scoff and roll his eyes, even lift his head off of his arm for a moment as he said,

"Absolutely not." And you snickered to yourself as you went back to facing away from him. It was just a jest, a reference to an old dalliance of his, but Thomas, if anything, was fun to tease. The only issue was that Thomas was just as sharp when it came to his wit. "Y'know- Fine. Then, if it's a boy, we shall name him Cyrus." And you let out a noise of protest. You tried to roll over, declaring,

"No!" And now it was Thomas' turn to laugh. He placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to ease you back down. You let him, and even reached to hold his arm. To pull him closer. He followed, and you guided his hand above your bulging stomach as the pair of you adjusted. "Fine- Neither of those names. But, we must think of something." You told him, feeling as he stretched his fingers over where your baby grew. He held you, his warmth against your back. His hand rubbing your stomach lightly.

It made a strange sense of warmth fill you, one you couldn't blame from body-heat. And, it wasn't so terrible that you tried to push it, or him, away.

***

"She cries like no other child in Union." Thomas said as he climbed into your bed. You were supposed to be resting, healing, even weeks, nearly two months, after your child's birth. You felt like you'd been confined to your bed for so long that you were starting to become a part of it. Thomas was only here for the break your father gave him half-way through the day. Still, you smiled to yourself from where you laid on your side, and said,

"Perhaps, it is your smell that disturbs her." You said, your voice thick with sleep but a cheeky grin working onto your face. You shouldn't have prompted him, because he took the opportunity to drape himself heavily over your back.

"Oh, should I sleep outside tonight then?" He asked, and you giggled when you felt his stubble tickling your cheek.

It was already long into the day, and you'd become lazy from bed-rest. It felt far too nice to have his warmth wrapped around you, to where you nearly wanted to fall asleep. You had grown too used to it now, and you could barely imagine a night without it.

"I never said that." You responded, and turned your face back towards the softness of your pillow. You felt Thomas' hand raise, his fingertips brush against your cheek. He was being brave, especially when you felt his lips brush against your neck. It made you bite your lip, a twinge of something not so unfamiliar swirling in your belly. You wondered if he would continue. Hell, you wanted him to. But, it was nothing more than that.

Thomas, to your surprise, had more restraint than you would've assumed. He kissed your cheek, went to stand, and excused himself with,

"Your father will begin to wonder where I am." And you lifted your head to watch him step away, before you settled back down. He was clean, cleaner than he had been when he'd been sleeping in the outhouse. His hair was softer and longer, tied away from his face. And his arms seemed stronger, perhaps from the days of working with your father. He was, if you dared to think so, a kind sight to your eyes now. "Sleep. I'll be back by the time you wake." He told you, and, as he left, you found yourself hoping he was right.

vocal lesson

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: vocal coach!seungmin x fem!reader

• wc: 2.3k (confession: writing long fics isn’t my forte)

• tw: underlying toxic relationship, masturbation (m), grinding, groping, unprotected vaginal sex, explicit language, creampie- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: i have a love hate relationship with this fic. i have a few goals i’d like to achieve from this fic and whether or not i’ll succeed is based on your feedbacks 🥺 so please don’t hesitate to drop them! also, enjoy!

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seungmin despises the way his heart dropped when he sees your name flashing on his phone screen instead of you flashing by his eyes. by this time, he’s fully aware that a chatty girl like you isn’t the type to text. in fact, you only do it on one occasion, which is when you’d like to cancel the class. just like what he has expected, the text says you won’t be able to make it that day and that you’re sorry; but he knows you’re not sorry. he knows you’re doing this on purpose—to torture him—and it’s working perfectly.

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Ten: Where did you get that hedgehog?

Johnny: The small dutch boy you live with just gave it to me.

Ten: Yangyang? He's not- nevermind. Yangyang Why did you give Johnny your hedgehog?

Yangyang: He looked like he needed a hedgehog. I see it *touches Johnny's chest* in here.

Ten: Johnny why are you crying?

Johnny: I do need this hedgehog. I do. Thank you small dutch boy, thank you.

Okay so you know how taeyong is always an angel taking care of everyone right... But like you're careless and it pisses him off is wot I want 😇😇😇 angst that ends in fluff with smut if that's ok???

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warnings - smut, angst, frustration, fluff

Taeyong was used to being ignored, not in the sense that people wouldn’t give him attention, but in the sense that he truly did mother all of his groupmates. It wasn’t like he wanted to constantly worry about his friends, it was just a sort of tic he had. 

Something inherent in him. Not that he’d change it if he could. He liked knowing that the people he loved were cared for, even if it came at the cost of his energy and patience. He couldn’t for the life of himself tell anyone the number of times he’d saved Mark and Johnny from dehydration during their intense practices. 

So imagine his complete and utter exhaustion when you waltz into his life, wild and careless, the complete and polar-opposite of Taeyong. He’s irritated at first, wants to slap some sense into you every time 127′s practices start right as your group’s ends. There’s a sort of frustration that eats away at him when he sees you leave the spacious room without a water bottle or even an apple to keep you running throughout the rest of the day.

It’s not for him to worry about you, he knows that, but it only gets impossibly more difficult not to when you befriend Yuta and Jungwoo, invite them to parties with some of your friends from EXO and Shinee… You become that much more present in his life and it makes electricity run through his veins when he sees the way you play-wrestle with Yuta, Jungwoo cheering the both of you on. Did you have no concern for your health? Did they?

“Ah, be careful,” he tells Yuta curtly, sending a stern glance Jungwoo’s way for double-measure. 

“Come on, Taeyong-hyung. We’re just playing…” Jungwoo pouts. 

“Until what? Someone breaks an ankle?” He counters. “Y/N could get hurt.” 

“I can handle myself, Taeyong.” You grumble, hopping on an unexpecting Yuta’s back. 

“You can risk your own health on your own time, Y/N,” he snaps, “but don’t risk the health of my members.” 

He feels bad almost immediately- when he sees you pale at his tone and slide off of Yuta. But he leaves the room nonetheless, ignoring the pointed glares from Yuta and Jungwoo. Those, he could handle. He could handle glares galore if it meant keeping people close to him safe. 

But there’s a deep loneliness that settles in his bones when he doesn’t see you around for a few weeks, and it settles deeper when he notices that you leave your practices briskly whenever his group shows up. He can feel the frustration radiating off of Yuta and Jungwoo during their practices, and a few fans had pointed out the awkwardness between the three of them in interviews as well. 

It’s almost inevitable, the way he somehow finds you at a party on a late Sunday night, dancing between who he thinks might be Sehun and Kai, Taemin drinking at a stool next to the three of you, laughing at the ridiculous show you’re putting on. 

You’re pretty, he notices immediately. Wearing makeup that you must have put on yourself because SM never would have put that smoky-eye on you themselves- nor would they have allowed the thigh-high boots you wear to match a skin-tight black mini-dress. You’re absolutely stunning. 

He’s noticed before, he’s not blind to you. But he’s never truly allowed himself to gawk at you.

“She’s great, right?” Taemin asks him, offering him a cup of soju that Taeyong can’t say no to. 

“Yeah,” Taeyong agrees, sipping greedily at his drink. 

“She thinks you’re kind of an asshole, though.” 

Taeyong nods, “don’t blame her,” he says matter-of-factly. 

“But you’ve got stars in your eyes for her, don’t you?” 

Taeyong rolls his eyes, but he can’t say Taemin isn’t right. There’s a mix of bubbling excitement and awe roaring up in his chest that only proves Taemin’s accusation true. 

“I think she likes you, too.” Taemin shrugs, “so why don’t you go over there, and make things right, huh?” 

He nudges Taeyong forward, and whether it’s that nudge or the alcohol that gives Taeyong the courage he needs, he just doesn’t know. All he knows is that he steps forward, pulls you away from the center of the crowd and takes you outside to the deck of the club, mutters out a lame excuse for “I’m sorry,” and melts when you pft at him- practically slap his apology out of the way- and kiss him hard on the mouth. 

He should probably be frustrated with you, at the way you snake your tongue into his mouth and plaster yourself to his chest… at the way you just carelessly lead him back to your apartment, not saying a word to him the whole time because there’s somehow an unspoken understanding between the two of you already. 

The frustration, for you, for Yuta and Jungwoo, for himself especially, disappears when you’re on top of him. Fistfuls of his hair trapped in your fists while you snap your hips against his, get him rubbing against the inside of you so sinfully that he breaks the skin on his bottom lip from biting down on it so hard- the pleasure rippling through him dangerously while you moan out his name, cry out harshly when he pinches your kiss-swelled nipples between eager fingers. 

It’s hot and quick, sweaty and needy, angry and so soft he’s nearly crying when he comes. Feels you clamp harder around him, grind deeper as you chase your own high.

“I just want you safe,” he whispers against your hair when you finally drift to sleep hours later, spent from sex and talking. Your breathing, a lullaby, he drifts soon after- feeling at peace finally. 

Nightly routine

Bts Yoongi!Hybrid x reader fluff

Addicting. That’s what Yoongi would call your scent. He couldn’t get enough of how you smelt. He would walk up to you purring. His soft black cat ears twitching as he hugged you, his tail swaying softly and he took in deep breaths. It was funny,

He loved the way you smelt when you had just come home from work and smelt sweaty. He said it showed how womanly you were and how healthy you were.

But his favourite smell of all, was when you just finished having a shower before bed. So much so that one day he asked if he could stay in the bathroom while you showered. Curious of how you smelt so delicious after. He sat there on the floor. Tail wrapped around his waist as he watched with fascination. It wasn’t a sexual vibe. It was loving, appreciative, passionate. He watched as you slowly lathered your hands with a special pre wash conditioner you used to stop your hair from being frizzy the next day and massages it into your scalp leaving it to set in for a few minutes while you washed your feet and lower body with your rose body wash.

The smell of the pre wash conditioner and the rose body wash Yoongi was beginning to recognise these from your scent and he purred lightly causing you to smile widely at him blowing him a kiss before rincing you hair. You used your shampoo and washed your upper body. Then after rincing it all out you used your conditioner. The smell to Yoongi was nothing short of euphoric. He lifted his nose higher into the air sniffing wildly. You stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel when Yoongi jumped up and started licking your neck and shoulders in order to taste your scent a bit clearer. He normally did this when you’re both in bed. It shows how much he cares for you.

“Yoongles,” you chuckle as he wrapped the towel around your body.

Once you’re both in bed he cuddles up to your back like always and lays your hair out behind you shoving his face into your hair and pulling you flush against his body he falls asleep to the smell of your hair, the steady beating of your heart mixed with the sounds of your breathing. The feeling of you laying in his arms. You both sleep soundly.

Being awoken with licks and kisses on your neck is a normal way to wake. He calls it scenting you. So if you pass any other hybrids they know. You belong to someone. You belong to him.