#TEAM SNAKE BITE IS HERE TO SWALLOW

[ministarfruit]

snakey

[syrioslysimpin]

We love you Selen. We’ll never forget you. TSB forever. 🧡💜🩵

[sirenmoth]

Breeding Team

Everyone x AFAB!Reader

You can thank @/simonrileyscockring a/b/o orgy asks for this, only fem!reader im doing for the time being, dont try this at home. I regret nothing, haven’t wrote smut in 5 years so this might be bad

CW: DUNCON, no use of y/n, gangbang, unprotected sex (obvi), porn with very little plot- and that plot is also porn, breeding kink/breeding, cum marking, pregnancy mentions, p in v sex, oral (m and f receving and m and f giving), exhibitionism, voyerusim, fingering, choking, anal, anal fisting, dumbification?, double penetration, double penetration in one hole (quadruple penetration? idk how to explain it), massive dubcon, rough sex?, manhandling, abo dynamics, knots, knot fucking, mention of collaring, biting, marking, overstimulation, pussy slapping, squirting, scent marking, degradation, praise, lactation, aftercare, 3 holes and two hands made to service 8 men, i wrote this between 1am-7am, sexulising your military propaganda, the tagging and warnings killed me 

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Being the only omega on a team made up of alphas was draining, even more so when you were unmated and unclaimed, you liked it that way, being free and your own person, until Soap came running into the Commons room, waving around your box of prescribed scent suppressants you asked for to hide your omega stance and scent from the team of men you worked with. All turning to look at you with hunger in their eyes, more then ready to eat you whole.

Who knew you’d up here, like this.

Sitting on Ghost and Königs laps, their cocks, questioning whose idea it was for you to take the two biggest men of the whole squad in one hole as the rest watched, watched you get prepared for what was to come as they both had four fingers each moments pire in the same hole their cocks were occupying, stretching for them. “Such a good pet, such a good omega for us.” Ghost whispered as both he and the Austrian man adjusted their positions, both men had their masks pulled up to their noses, leaving only the bottom part exposed, ripping a whine out of you, allowing enough room for Gaz to get behind you with a bottle of lube in hand. Opening it up and applying a generous amount to your back entrance as König and Ghost soothed you, one petting your hair other other muttering sweet nothings of reassurance in your ear “You can take it doll, it’s ok” helping to distract you from the burn as Kyle pushed in two fingers, scissoring you open, pulling moan after moan, soon he added a fourth, the his whole fist, adding more lube before slowly thrusting his fist in an out. 

“That’s it Hase, doing so good for us, so pretty like this, spread open and ready for us to use” König muttered into the crook of your neck before biting down, the other masked man following suit, placing his mark on the other side opposite to Königs, soon each memeber of the team placed their mark somewhere on your shoulders or neck saying “You look so pretty claimed, but you’ll look even prettier mated and breed.” as Gaz applied more lube as he entered four more fingers, sending you into an unexpected orgasm.

Clamping down on the two cocks already inside you, Kyle pulled out his fist and fingers just in time before Alejandro lined up his shaft to your freashly prepped hole, slidding in with ease until he bottomed out, snaking his arm around your waist to play with your neglected and overstimulated clit as Price joined in, graciously applying more lube to the already spit-lubed slick hole, groaning out a quiet “fuck” as he entered. Soon enough the Captian gave a quick nod to the rest of the team, the one inside you started moving in an uneven rhythm, never leaving you empty, keeping you stuffed. Graves and Rudy turned your head to the left where they stood, sliding their awaiting cocks into your open mouth as your hands worked up and down on Kyle’s and Johnny’s members, licking and swallowing all eight men’s scent and musk like air. The sound of skin against skin, gags and garbled moans filled the Commons room, the four inside you pushed in their knows, effectively knot fucking your already streached and abused holes, the four above you passed your mouth around like a fleshlight, making you take them right down to their knots.

“Gonnae cum if ye keep this up, bonnie” Soap slurs above you, throwing his head back in bliss as he moves your mouth on his and Gaz’s shafts, your hands occupied by Graves and Rudy’s members, smearing their pre-cum up and down, “C’mon bonita, squeeze tighter, gonna cum all over your face, mark you up” Rudy takes your fist in his hands to make you squeeze tighter as he fucks into it. Your cum-smeared, sweat soaked skin was littered in brusies and hickies, making crude constellations on your skin, your stomach, womb and ass filled with their cum. Bite marks, their bite marks covered your neck, lesser bite marks over the rest of your body, claiming and marking you as their omega, the teams omega. Their bitch. Their free-use cumslut.

“There ya go, luv” Priced murmured into your ear, the prasies dripped from their lips as they filled your holes was like an aphrodisiac drug you never wanted to come down from. Alejandro leaned down, kissing your neck, smiling as he promised to “Keep you stuffed, mi amor, keep you so full of our cum and our cubs you won’t be able to move. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Your moans was the only consent they needed as they pumped you full of their seed, unable to tell who was where, who was inside you rearranging your organs you whined you a pathetic “please, breed me” as they manhandled you into different positions, using you as a way to get all their pent-up stress and frustration out.

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was hard to keep track of, some of the team left to go back to their jobs once they were satisfied, coming back in their free time with more stuff to add to the nest, sometimes telling whoever was using you to give it a rest as they feed you and kept you hydrated, “shhh, cariño, you to drink” Rudy  pressing a water bottle to your lips as you rest against his chest, holding you in place as Gaz eats your pussy like a man starved, limbs feeling heavy and weightless as you drank the water, wanting to be a good omega.

After Gaz had his fill, König lifts your wek legs over his broad shoulders, putting you in a mating press, effectively pinning you in place with nowhere to run as he bullied his knot into you, keeping eye contact as he rips orgam after orgam out of you, watching your blissed fucked-out expression, once he was done, knot still fully inside you to make sure “it catches”, König moves you legs from his shoulders to his waist, petting your frizzy tangled post sex hair, cooing about how “pretty you look” and “you’ll look like a godess pregnant with my cubs”. Moving a pillow under your head, “Get some sleep, Maus, we are not done with you yet.”

Waking up some time later to light feather kisses on your face. Opening your to notice your being held up by two pairs of strong hands and König was gone, “G’morning, bonnie. Yeh sleep well?” Soap chirps, his accent thick with lust, he pulls you into a heated his as he entered you pussy, the soft blankets and pillows of the nest, as well as the sqauds old clothes they brought, keeping you grounded as the team breeds you over and over, legs unabled to move without support, little did you know that was their intention to make sure by the time their through with you your fully breed with their pups, too swollen and fucked out to move, begging for more, to be fucked full again.

“You can take another, can’t you pet?” Ghost growls behind you, nipping at your ear as he pushes into your abused asshole, “This is where you belong, a good breeding bitch for us to use.” He growls again and begins moving at a faster, brutal pace, Johnny laughs at your whines and moans, moving at the same pace as his superior, the men sharing a kiss over your shoulder as they move, speaking as if you weren’t there,

 “Maybe we should get a collar, a pretty collar for our pretty omega.”

 “Get the task force’s symbol engraved on it, along with our names.”

“Aye, let everyone know who she belongs tae.”

Ghost moves his hands to your breats, kneading them until milk spills over from the excessive fucking and breeding, “So good, so so good puppy” Soap grumbles before attaching himself to your right nipple, sucking up and drinking as much milk as possible, “Leave some for the cubs, Johnny” Simon hisses out as you clamp down after another soul shattering orgasm, “Cannae help it L.T, just taste so good” both men continue talking as if you weren’t there, weren’t impaled on their cocks and knots, sandwiched in the middle. One of the masked man hand moved towards the base of your neck, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy the other hand moving to your abused nub, pinching and pulling, leaving the occasional SMACK  while Soap nursed from your chest.

A lound moan from you brought them out of their conversation, “Ye gonnae cum, hen?”Johnny  teased the nipple he was just sucking on, moving to nurse from the other one, a long incoherent whine escaped your lips as Ghost flattened his palm against your mound, both men rutting their knots into you, chasing their high, as Ghost behind you kept slapping your exposed nerve, over and over, getting rougher until it was hard to make a single noise “Soak us, ya can do it, pet, be a good slut and soak us.” you couldn’t tell who was speaking as you were brought closer to the edge. 

“Soak” SLAP “Us” another SLAP

until you finally snap, letting out a high pitched squeal as you came, squirting over both men and the nest underneath you, head falling back against Ghosts chest as they kept thrusting into your worn out body “t-too..mu-ch..” was all you could stammer out, unable to take anymore, Johnny kisses the tears away from your eyes telling you “We’re almost done, bonnie” grabbing the fat on your hips as leverage to pound into you, Simon tightens the grip around your neck as they cum inside you, slow thrust to make sure their seed stays in. Smearing what fell out over your body, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Finally it was over.

Each man came and went, cooing and whispering sweet nothings and praises at at you, as they bring food and rearranged the nest so it was more comfortable for their good little omega, rubbing your swollen belly, swollen with their cubs and their cum, Graves helps you into one of his shirts to cover up with, Alejandro and Rudy went to the kitchen to make the squad some food as Price and Ghost went off to find more nest material for their well breed omega, they clean you up with their clothes, keeping their smell on you, laying you down on the nest comfy nest floor. König laid in between you legs, suckling off you clit saying he’s “making sure your all clean” as Gaz and Soap nursed off your chest, now plump with milk “gotta make sure everything works, doll” Kyle smiles, looking up at you with a nipple still in his mouth “Can’t have the litter starving now, can we?” he laughs before taking the bruised nipple back into his mouth.

Laying there, surrounded and covered in you teams musk and smell, their warmth, you finally felt relaxed, nestled in a cocoon of your alphas blankets, pillows and old worn clothes,weakly running your hands through each of the boys’ hair, quietly moaning and whimpering, you accept there no place better then this, accepting you role as the squad’s breeding bitch.

[spnbabe67]

Call Me Baby Doll

Kinktober Day 24: Cowboy Hat Rule (T.O.)

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Brief mention of fingering

Summary: What better way for Loretta to say fuck off to the men ogling her at the bar.

Word Count: 1827

Authors Note: Title based on the song BABYDOLL by Ari Abdul

Depending on who you are as a person the phrase “Cowboy Hat Rule”, could mean one of two things. If you are the first type of person, then you think of the rule stating straw hats are worn in the Spring and Summer, casual hang outs, and for work, and felt hats are worn during the Fall and Winter, for formal events and funerals. If you are the other type of person, however, your mind immediately goes to the not so wholesome rule. Loretta was familiar with both, the colloquialism was practically ubiquitous amongst city and country folk alike. But more importantly, she knew Tyler was familiar with it too. 

Loretta, Tyler, and the rest of their party had wandered into a little dive in this little one stoplight town. They’d been chasing a cell heading East from Kansas City, but they’d driven as long as their bodies could handle. Tyler had called it out over the CB to the rest of the team, asking if the rest of them were as ready to reset and regroup as he and Loretta were. By the time they rolled down the main drag, the little town was already crawling with others passing through, fellow storm chasers if their jeans, windbreakers, and tired faces had any indication. The one small motel was already absent of any vacancies, but it wouldn’t be the first time that they set up camp in the parking lot. Unfortunately, there were no open spaces for all their vehicles to park together, Tyler and parking their trucks away from the others before they all moved onto the bar.

The small dive was crowded, the hum of voices louder than the classic country music playing from the jukebox in the corner. Loretta thought they had decent food, though she thought her friends had other feelings on the burgers and wraps judging by the expressions on their faces. But the beer was cold going down, the chilled bottle biting against her hand as Tyler her tucked against his side. They’d been able to snag a high top from a group leaving not long after they arrived, forgoing the stools in favor of standing; after driving for the better part of the day, they all needed to stretch their legs a little bit

Loretta leaned into Tyler, his arm snaked around her waist to keep her close amongst the tightly packed area. She took another swallow of her beer just as Tyler dipped his head down to whisper in her ear.

“Seeing you in that dress drives me crazy, you know.” Loretta shivered as his lips ghosted the shell of her ear.

She grinned around the mouth of the bottle, finishing her drink off before responding. “It should. You got it for me.”

Loretta had spied the sundress in the window of this little boho store a couple weeks back. Tyler had gone back later to buy it before they moved on, saying the dusty rose complimented the golden of her skin. The flowy skirts kept her nice and cool against the summer heat and the stifling atmosphere of the bar, the hem of it brushing just above her knee. 

“Damn right I did. Glad I did, too. ‘Cause you look sexy as hell, and every guy in here knows it.”

Loretta knew he was right, had caught a couple guys’ attention latching onto her. That was until, of course, they finally noticed Tyler next to her. But what Tyler had failed to realize was that the figure he cut in his white t-shirt and jeans had also garnered some attention as well. Loretta had had to give a couple buckle bunny looking girls the stink eye as they just couldn’t get the hint, including the one platinum blonde who was currently making eyes at Tyler from across the bar. Not that Tyler noticed, his gaze already caught up with admiring Loretta. 

Loretta turned to face Tyler, a knowing smirk on her face as she reached up to pluck his cowboy hat from off his head. “Well, let’s make it very clear who I’m going home with then.” 

She watched Tyler’s eyes darken as she placed his hat on her head. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Tyler squeezed her side, taking her empty bottle from her to place it on the table next to his own. 

“See you guys in the morning?” Tyler checked with Boone, Dani and Lilly as he practically dragged Loretta through the bar. 

She giggled as Tyler led her out of the building, waving goodbye to their friends, clocking their rolling eyes and over exaggerated kissing sounds after them. The bar was close enough to the motel that they’d all just walked, also not wanting to risk losing their parking spaces in front of the motel. So after a short walk, Loretta and Tyler ended up in the cab of her truck. Tyler had pulled her in after him, hauling her onto his lap before slamming the door shut. 

“Easy on the doors!” Loretta scolded him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Tyler chuckled, mumbling a half-assed apology as he leaned up to capture her lips in a deep kiss. Loretta carded her fingers through his hair, opening her mouth to him. His hands slid along her bare thighs, her dress having hiked up high around her hips with how she straddled his lap. She had parked her truck far enough in seclusion that the fact that she and Tyler were making out in her truck didn’t even register in her mind, only the feeling of his tongue sweeping into his mouth at the same time she felt him growing hard under her. 

Loretta rolled her hips against his, earning herself a low groan from his lips. His fingers tightened on the plush of her hips, guiding her back and forth against the bulge in his pants. She licked her way into his mouth, sloppily kissing him, feeling her core slowly start to throb as the zipper of his pants brushed against her through her panties. Tyler reached up, plucking his hat off her head and placed it on the dashboard behind her. He found her thighs again, sliding his palms even higher under her dress, pushing it up her torso until she helped him pull it off. The maneuver was awkward and clunky, Loretta banging her elbow against the roof of her truck bursting into laughter as her hand clipped Tylers jaw, giggling apologies as she tossed her dress to the seat next to them. 

Tyler laughed along with her as he helped her remove his own shirt, tossing it to the side as well, His eyes dragged slowly along her bare chest down to the lacy pair of matching pink panties that he could see were now thoroughly soaked through. He bit his lip, trailing back up her body to meet her eyes. 

“Perfect. Well, almost.” Tyler reached back around her to grab his hat, plunking it back down on her head. “Now you’re perfect.”

Loretta tipped her head back laughing, almost falling back against the dash were it not for Tyler’s arms around her waist. Her laugh turned breathy as his mouth latched onto the exposed column of her throat, placing open mouthed kisses along her neck. Loretta gripped his shoulders, continuing to grind down on his lap as his mouth worked down her neck to her collarbone, sloppily kissing her skin. She moaned shakily as Tyler nipped at her clavicle, the tip of his tongue flicking over the stinging sensation. He sucked bruises, a dark trail, from her collarbone down the swell of her breast until he closed his mouth around her nipple. 

Her teeth sunk into her lower lip so hard she thought she was gonna draw blood at the sensation of Tyler’s hot mouth around the sensitive bud. He dragged his tongue against it, swirling around her nipple, humming with delight as her moans spur him on. Loretta moaned his name, tugging on his hair until he pulled off her breast, pulling him up to her mouth.

Her hands find the button on his jeans as she nips at his bottom lip. “I need-I need you to fuck me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Tyler's hands land on top of hers, quickly undoing the button. He helped her raise up on her knees just far enough for him to push his jeans and boxers down around his knees in one go. His mouth found hers, kissing her deeply as his hand slipped between her legs. Loretta shamelessly rutted against his palm, unabashedly letting him feel how damn wet she was for him. He used one, thick finger to slide the crotch of her panties to the side before slipping down the center of her. Loretta whimpered as he plunged it inside her, curling it up towards her belly. 

“Ty.” She whined, grinding her clit against the heel of his hand. 

“I gotcha, Doll.”

Tyler’s hand retreated from her pussy, wrapping his hand soaked with her arousal around his cock, holding himself steady as she lowered herself down. Loretta used Tylers shoulders to steady herself as she lowered herself down onto his cock, feeling him stretch her out until she was fully seated on his lap with him inside her. 

It was so much, so, so much all at once. Loretta felt so full, clenching down onto his cock as she rose off of him a bit before sliding back down, both of them groaning as she moved. Slowly she continued to move on him, shaky legs lifting her up and then bringing her down. Tyler's hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her as she gained speed. She rode him at her own pace, moaning into his mouth every time the curve of him had the head of his cock brushing against that spot within her, his pubic bone providing friction against her needy clit on each pass.

She chanted his name, sliding one hand up to the side of his neck as the other held his hat, a little too big, on her head as she rode him faster. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Tyler moaned into Loretta’s mouth, the sound only adding to that growing pit in her belly. Her movements became choppy and sloppy as that euphoric feeling trickled down her back to her thighs and belly. Loretta’s movements stuttered as she came, inner walls clamping around Tyler’s cock like a vice. His release wasn’t far behind hers, Tyler burying his face into the crook of her neck as it rolled over him. 

A breathy laugh bubbled up between her lips as Loretta put Tylers hat back behind her on the dash, grabbing the blanket from across the seat back, wrapping it around their naked and rapidly cooling bodies. 

“Thanks for the ride, Cowboy.”

Tyler snorted a laugh, pulling her insurmountably further closer to him and Loretta rested her head on his chest.

“No problem, Lor.”

[alexanderlightweight]

No idea how I ended up on it but was watching videos of bone carvings yesterday which was fascinating! So prompt today for you is Alec's hobby being bone carving and him making Magnus either jewellery or knifes as a hopeful courting gift <3

here we go! i hope you enjoy. this is a part of the star eater verse, with sentient shadow alec trueblood.

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It takes Alec five missions to find what he wants and when he gets back, even the ichor teams’ wince at the state of his gear. Alec ignores the looks and takes his gear to decontamination with him. Whatever can’t be salvaged he’ll toss, but it was worth it for the bounty he got.

There are bones that gleam like shattered obsidian and Alec washes them carefully in the water, focusing more on the bones than himself. It takes hours and his skin is wrinkled and the water tepid by the time he’s done. The Institute seems empty when he finally gets to his room, and he knows that’s because of how long he spent under the water.

There’s a sandwich, a mug of tea and a glass of juice on his desk with a note from his second. Alec reads it, chugs the juice and takes a tired bite of the sandwich, half-heartedly shoving half of it in his mouth. Chewing is more effort than it’s worth and Alec attempts to mimic a snake as he just bites and swallows, wanting to be done with his meal so he can focus.

Without Magnus around, eating is a chore, and one Alec isn’t fond of. It means that his shadows are constantly nudging him in reminder, their own greed the reason they take into consideration his own needs.  They don’t like being hungry, so they don’t like Alec being hungry, especially now that he knows Magnus.

Magnus, who his shadows adore almost as much as Alec adores him.

It’s with his shadows that Alec carefully begins to carve.  He could use adamas or regular knives or magical blades, but his shadows can cut sharper and more delicately than any weapon could try to.  Magnus doesn’t need hair sticks, but he likes ear cuffs and Alec knows the shape of the shell of Magnus’ ear, both of them even.

It’s with ease and his shadows that he measures out the right amount of bone and gets to carving.

The first thing he makes, even before the ear cuff, is going to be buttons.

Magnus is obsessed with buttons.

Normally, he’s kind enough to take off his clothes magically, but Alec still remembers the feel of tiny, delicate buttons and what sometimes seems like dozens of them. All ridiculously slippery and small and hard to maneuver when distracted.

So, Alec starts his project simple, and he carves buttons. Little whalebone style buttons to go on Magnus’ favorite corset. Little round buttons for his boots and flatter buttons in circles for his shirts. Larger pendant styles with elegant MBs for his peacoats and Alec frowns when he realizes he’s run out of bone and has hundreds of buttons around his room.  He underestimated how much the shadows would enjoy helping him and now he finds that he and they are stuck sorting buttons.

First to make sure there aren’t any flaws, and then according to what kind of button they are. 

Alec finds himself in Magnus’ closet, having accidentally been whisked over by his shadows and he’s barely been there a moment before magic keeps him in place.

“Don’t even think about wisping away.” Magnus tells him, voice calm and collected and his magic tight from where it’s pinning Alec. “Come here, darling. You’re going to join me for dinner.”

It’s not an option and Alec swallows, his shadows tremulously pushing him forward and several tangling with the magic as if to coax it loose.

It doesn’t work and Alec steps closer, blushing as he realizes he showed up at Magnus’ in only in his boxers.

“Magnus, I—” Because they haven’t talked about Alec coming over without permission and he… just did it. Without asking or warning or even checking that Magnus was alone and —

—

“Oh darling.” Magnus says with a sigh, and he steps close enough so that he can pull Alexander to him. “We’ve talked about this. I’m fine with the liberties you take. Now what has you so spooked, you’re normally so much more confident, Alexander?”

Alexander is avoiding his gaze and it’s his shadows who — as usual — give him away. Magnus reaches out and snags a velvet bag and he opens it, pouring some of the contents into his palm.  It reacts with demonic energy, but not in a violent or dangerous way.  In fact, it’s rather similar to magical conduits and as Magnus looks over the small, round pieces of what he realizes are bone, he recognizes them.

“Are these demon-bone buttons?” He asks, delighted despite the strangeness of Alexander bringing them over. “Where on earth did you get them? I haven’t seen such high quality apart from my own stock in centuries!”

“We carved them.” Alexander says, shuffling like he’s a nervous schoolboy. “Because you like buttons.”

“I like buttons?” Magnus asks, surprised and confused until he realizes that most of the outfits, he wears around his boy are difficult to take off… because he likes Alexander’s inexperienced attentions and how eager he is to learn. His large, calloused fingers struggling with Magnus’ more delicate buttons is a thrill Magnus enjoys repeating.  “Yes. I do enjoy buttons.” Magnus murmurs happily, eyeing the bags with a new interest. “There are more, aren’t there? You must show me darling. Instantly.” Magnus says and then he forgets his own words because the shadows conveniently trip him, right into Alexander’s embrace and a happy, eager kiss.

Magnus decides that the buttons can temporarily wait, instead focusing on tasting Alexander.

[maisonbelligavi]

you know in the very beginning jude's ass is jealous of pedri, fermín and all the la masia kids bc they seem to get all of gavis love and kisses and attention while he is just "the rival"

Hi dear nonny! I'm sorry this is a bit late. Life has been chaotic to say the least.

I truly hope you enjoy what I did with your prompt request. I did try to keep it under 1k but oh well, brevity has never been my strength lmaooooo.

It has been half a year since Jude joined the Real Madrid Academy. Naturally, it went without saying that by now he was overly familiar with the La Masia kids. They’ve played enough games after all. He didn’t know if it was a stretch to consider some of them friends. As much as their matches could get charged sometimes, the minute it was over, all the intensely ambitious players on both sides returned to the easy going and playful teenagers they were.

Jude has gotten used to Pedri pulling him into a hug after every game. He and Fermin had their own special handshake as weird as that might sound. Their coaches always encouraged them to practice good sportsmanship and remain professional at all times. They didn’t necessarily have to be enemies, no matter how deep the lore of rivalry ran between Barcelona and Real Madrid.

Jude didn’t care for any of it. He just wanted to make it to the first team by his eighteenth birthday next year, play good ball and make a butt load of money.

For a while now, he’s noticed himself becoming more irritated at the end of each game with the La Masia kids. He knew the source of his ire well enough. What he was stumped on was how to proceed from here. What could he do to change the status quo as it were?

This was the primary thought that occupied his head as he approached the lone figure of Gavi. He was standing at the far end of the field after a hard-played game. His jersey was soaked with sweat. He had his hands planted at his waist and he seemed to look right through Jude as he reached his side.

What could the kid possibly be thinking about so intensely?

“Hey,” Jude said, as way of greeting and announcing his presence at the same time.

“Hey,” Gavi said, seeming to finally register Jude’s presence. His expression was blank. There was no smile thrown Jude’s way, his beautiful doe eyes weren’t shining with the affection he seemed to have in abundance for his teammates.

Jude felt the now familiar irritation flare within him, stronger today than it’s ever been. “You played a fantastic game, made life really difficult for me.”

Gavi shrugged, barely cracking a smile but it made Jude’s heart skip a beat all the same. “You played a good game too. I mean, you always do. You’re Jude Bellingham after all. You take care until the next one, yeah?”

He extended his hand for Jude to shake and the older boy stared at it as though it was a snake rearing its head for a bite. Jude realized this was it for today. Somehow his window of opportunity has passed once again. He swallowed the lump in his throat and shook Gavi’s hand.

It was all terribly professional, the epitome of good sportsmanship. It made Jude want to scream.

“You take care, Gavira,” Jude said, as his hand dropped to his side. “Always a pleasure.”

Gavi gave him a curt nod and walked away. But that soon turned into a sprint when he spotted Pedri and his other teammates. He ran straight into Fermin’s arms, kissing him all over the face. Pedri was his next victim, and by the time Gavi had gotten on the back of some player he couldn’t remember the name of, Jude was fuming where he stood.

He squeezed his eyes shut, dreading their next match already. He knew without a doubt he would approach the younger boy hoping it would be the day Gavi deemed him worthy of any lick of affection but the only thing he would walk away with would be a cold handshake.

That has been the status quo for the last six months, being treated like a proper rival, when all he wanted was to take the infuriating Barca boy on a bloody date.

***

Something was wrong. And it couldn’t have been related to football because Gavi’s team had claimed victory of the match they just concluded playing. But the boy looked anything but happy as he ran away from his teammates, heading for a secluded spot that Jude knew like the back of his hand. To say that he was well acquainted with the Academy’s grounds by now would be an understatement.

He found Gavi staring at the phone in his hand, as though willing for something to magically appear.

“Gavira,” Jude said, slightly breathless, after all the running he did to catch up with him. “Is something wrong?”

Gavi looked at him then, maintaining eye-contact as his lower lip trembled and his eyes shone with unshed tears.

“What’s wrong?” Jude repeated, his tone laced with worry.

“It’s stupid,” Gavi said, kicking at the grass at his feet. “Not really worth talking about.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

“I’ve been ghosted.”

“You’ve been what now?”

“Ghosted,” Gavi repeated, sounding embarrassed. “I was talking to this girl and well… I really thought things were going well. We had a nice vibe, you know?”

Jude nodded, licking his lips, ignoring the heart palpitations that assailed him out of nowhere.

“Or at least I thought we did.” Gavi let out this self-conscious laugh, running his fingers through his messy hair. “For the last week or so, she stopped replying to my messages. There was no warning at all.”

“She blocked you?” Jude really wasn’t sure how to feel about this. When he wanted Gavi to let him in, this wasn’t exactly the kind of conversation he fantasized about them having.

“She ghosted me,” Gavi corrected, because of course that detail was particularly important. “My messages deliver. She just leaves me on read. Doesn’t also pick when I call.”

“Oh,” Jude said, deflating with this information. Oh, he hated that girl with every fiber of his being.

Gavi shrugged. “I guess this is her way of letting me know she’s not interested.”

“I’m sorry.” Jude winced at how robotic that sounded. Was he even sorry? God, he was the absolute worst.

“My pride is hurt more than anything.” Gavi gave another shrug. “It’s just…would have been nice if she communicated with me, you know? This isn’t exactly the most mature way of doing things.”

“Forget her,” Jude blurted out. “Girls are stupid anyways.”

“No, they’re not,” Gavi countered, tone laden with conviction. “Girls are pretty and fun and brilliant. Some of them can be frustrating to deal with, true, but they’re anything but stupid. Boys are stupid. That’s a universally accepted fact.”

“Well, this one doesn’t deserve you, clearly,” Jude doubled down, because he’s already dug his own grave, might as well handle the burial. Retracting would only make him a pussy and Jude was anything but that.

“And you do?”

“What?” Jude said, suddenly feeling incredibly light-headed.

“Oh, don’t play dumb now.” Gavi rolled his eyes at him. “Bellingham, you’re not as subtle as you think. In fact, you aren’t subtle at all. Everyone knows you’re into me. My coach teases me about it for God’s sake. Dude, trust me. I have known since forever. The first person who runs to my side when I so much as stumble is you. How could I not know?”

Jude felt like a block of ice where he stood. It felt as though his palpitating heart was going to beat out of his chest. His brain was only capable of latching onto one thing so he voiced that out loud. “What do you mean your coach teases you about it?”

Gavi gave him a genuine smile then, the very first one, and Jude felt like a victorious gladiator in an arena full of adoring romans chanting his name.

“That’s between me and him,” Gavi said, and his smile only widened.

It made Jude incredibly curious but he didn’t press him. He had a more important question to ask anyway. “You knew all this time and yet you continued to treat me like a pariah?”

“You made me nervous, okay!” Gavi confessed, his gaze vulnerable. “I’ve never…I don’t do boys. Didn’t exactly know how to handle having a crush on one. There also happened to be this little voice in my head telling me it was wrong. So, I decided to just focus on girls. It was easier. Truth be told, this whole thing with Grazia was me trying to forget you.”

“Did it work?” Jude asked. It would take him at least a couple of days to process everything else Gavi had just said. “Or do you still have a crush on me?”

Gavi looked down for a while, chewing on his bottom lip while Jude stewed in the suspense. “Yeah, you’re pretty much under my skin. Tried damn near everything but nothing has worked so far.”

“How about going on a date with me?” Jude said. “How about we give that a try?”

Gavi’s response came quickly this time, shy smile playing around the corners of his full lips. “Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

[willow-marygreen]

Partner in crime (and broken trust) | Bellatrix Black x f!reader

A/N : Yep, I'm definitely gonna finish this challenge in november.

Prompt "I will call out your name, but you won't call back" | "They won't care about you" 

Pairing : Bellatrix Black x f!reader

Warning : Torture curse | Major character death | Blood | Graphic description of gore

Pain.

It's the only thing you can think about at this moment. Stronger than humiliation; stronger than terror.

A dull pain that takes over your thoughts; gets under your skin; tears your organs like tissue and bangs against your bones.

It wraps itself around your stupid heart like a chain; makes it beat so hard you fear it will jump out of your chest.

It bites your lungs, making them deflate like helium balloons.

It hits your temples like a hammer; so loud that you expect your eyes to pop out of their sockets.

When the shock stops, you open your eyes. Expecting to see your brain spilled on the ground; your ribcage outside your body with the vestige of your lungs; all in a pool of red blood, shining in the light of the candlesticks. See the reflection of your torn face, your mouth in shreds; bloody nose; the skull shattered.

And in the middle of the carnage, your heart.

Still flapping like a fish out of water. Ripping from its arteries, choking on its own blood.

But none of that.

Just your dark robes and the polished floors of Malfoy Manor. And your resentment and your hatred. Burning flame, devouring your insides.

"You... you... won't... get away... with... this."

The effort you have to make to articulate these words makes you feel like you're spitting out razor blades.

And the woman laughs. Her wand still pointed in your direction. Her eyes shine with a gleam of madness and a sadistic smile stretches her lips.

Thinking that you happened to find her likeable during your school years...

Louna was a kid on the Quidditch team. Not mean but not friendly either, obsessed with winning. She could be pleasant when we were on her team, but she was a real pain with the others. You now realize how much power influences pathetic minds. Give a fool a crown and he'll think he's a king.

"You talk a lot for a traitor."

Her high-pitched voice makes you want to punch her in the face. But your own wand lies on the ground, broken in two. You grit your teeth to hold back a groan of pain. You should have suspected that. A coward like Louna can only be a specialist in ambushes.

"You know... I would never have believed that about you... A spy, really! A waste of talent, if you ask me... You could have become an excellent Death Eater... But hey, too bad! It's your problem after all!

Bitch.

You would like to silence her; making her swallow her satisfied smile. But your feet are as if nailed to the ground. Your breath comes out like the hiss of a snake. Each breath painfully scrapes your lungs.

"Tell me, Y/N. Where is your girlfriend now?"

The air gets stuck in your throat. Your vision blurs with tears almost immediately. The taste of blood fills your mouth as your teeth pierce your gums again.

Betrayal hurts even more than torture.

During the long seconds when your body was under the effects of the Cruciatus Curse, the memories of your coming here took a back seat. But now it's all coming back to hit you with the power of a train.

She's in the next room... Because she's the one who asked me to come here...

Silent tears flow down your cheeks without you being able to control it. You don't want to cry in front of Louna, but your body doesn't care.

The taste of betrayal rises in your throat like nausea. Stronger and more repulsive even than that of blood.

The one I treated like a friend... Protected with my life... Loved with all my heart and soul combined... Sold me out for a better place in this damn organization...

The most painful thing is undoubtedly that you never doubted her. You knew how attached she was to her family's values, but you naively thought that she valued you more than that.

Love put out your eyes and now it will take your life.

You have no illusions. No one betrays Voldemort and can hope to escape alive. It's only a matter of minutes; or seconds, perhaps? It all depends on when Louna gets tired of playing with you.

You barely feel your knees hit the floor. Your body is terribly heavy and you can no longer move or speak.

So you close your eyes. As you always did so well. You let your mind wander to happier times as your spirit slowly extricates itself from your body.

...

"It's not possible, you're cheating!"

You crossed your arms over your school uniform, giving Bellatrix an indignant look. The teenager shrugged her shoulders, a mischievous smile on the lips.

"Or maybe I'm better than you at ricochets."

You looked at her from head to toe with a suspicious look.

"It's not possible, you didn't know how to do it ten minutes ago!"

She tilts her head, still that playful glint in her eyes.

"What do you want, I'm good, that's all."

She extends the hand hidden in her skirt to behind her back. You follow her gesture with your gaze, suspicious.

"What are you hiding behind your back?"

She flutters her eyelids in a falsely innocent look.

"Nothing at all."

"Well of course I'll believe you!"

With a quick movement, you threw yourself at her to intercept her arm. But she is faster and dodged at the last moment. However, caught in her momentum, she fells backwards. She took the opportunity to place an arm behind your waist. You let out a small cry as your body hit the grass.

She bursts out laughing as you tried to free yourself from her embrace. Blades of grass get tangled in her curly hair. You tried to dust off the dust that now stains your uniform. You tried to look angry but your smile betrayed you.

"Stop laughing, Bella! It's not funny !"

She laughed harder and you felt her laughter infect you. Soon there were two of you laughing like crazy. Hair full of grass, the rays of the moon barely illuminating you, and the cries of wild animals coming from the forest.

This would be terrifying for anyone but not you. And right now you wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here. Together.

Your laughter ended up slowly fading. Giving way to a comfortable silence.

You will always remember that the sky was full of stars that evening.

Her hand slowly slipped into yours. Your heart immediately raced as a strange feeling settled in your stomach. You didn't know what it was but you didn't want it to end.

"Hey, she murmured after a moment, are you going to snitch?"

The question came out of nowhere and brought you out of your torpor. You blinked several times, not sure you understood.

"To Filch," she confirmed with a grimace. eI know you're trying to establish yourself as prefect."

She pretended nothing but there was a particular sound in her tone. You felt like she was testing you.

"Of course not ! you propped yourself up on your elbows, eager to return the favor. "And you, are you going to say that I cheated to get this job?"

She smiled mischievously, and for a second you really thought she was going to report you. Then she laughed again, softer this time. Then she stood up again

"We're even, then. I don't say anything, you don't say anything. We are partner in crime now."

She held out her hand to you, like a promise, and you shook it without hesitation.

"Yes, partner in crime."

The memory evaporated with your last breath. Leaving as witness only a sad smile on your lips and a tear in the corner of your eye.

[bugsyfics]

sex & provocation — nozel silva

-> OCT. 13 : HATE SEX + BREATH PLAY

SUMMARY: usually hatred leads to fighting… in this case it leads to sex

WARNINGS: 18+ only, hate sex, breath play (choking), degradation, spanking, unprotected p in v

WC: 1.5k

a/n: no one asked for this, but it was a scenario I thought up that needed to be written lol

kinktober masterlist 2021!!

“If you did your job, our team wouldn’t have endured such an embarrassing loss.” Nozel’s voice resonates through the corridor, almost sounding proud for chiding you.

When Julius assigned you and Nozel to the same training team, your gut instinct was to refuse, but you understood his rationale: working together would give both of you the chance to resolve any animosity. Yet, here you are biting your tongue in case you say something regrettable.

“Please,” you laugh, ”let’s start blaming each other for our own faults.”

Nozel doesn’t know when to stop. He can’t. You have been scrutinized by this pain in the ass for a week now — the reasonable side of you is working overtime to keep from being driven mad.

You roll your eyes when you sense him following close behind. So the mercury darts circling your frame don't take you by surprise when you turn to confront him.

“You defy me without much thought… have you forgotten who I am?”

Ignoring Nozel’s pretentious comment, you point at the darts. “No reason for that.”

“Of course there is,” he surmises, then stalks closer. “How else shall I make my words stick?”

You take a step backward, and there is only an inch distance until your ass hits a solid wall. Watching him, your brows furrow in confusion. The medal on his chest glints like a third eye, leaving you heavily unsettled. You have no idea what he’s attempting and your stomach goes sour at the thought.

“A captain so worthless,” Nozel says. He steps forward, filling the space between you, and with a flick of his wrist, the darts dissolve. His hand rests around your neck, soon adding enough pressure to draw the air out of you. “...Must’ve whored her way to the top.”

You claw desperately at his unrelenting hands, certain his eyes darken at your struggling. As you heave for air though, your body begins to relax into him. Then there’s warmth that you feel. It’s nice. Your eyes widen at the sudden discovery. This is wrong, and you despise him. However, heat continues washing over, traveling up towards your face and burning at the tips of your ears. A moan is thick in your throat until you swallow it down.

“Do you enjoy that?” Nozel asks. The first time you witness a true reaction from him, a genuine open-mouthed awe. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt when you cower away after he recoils. But the sweetest little whine spills out of your cherry swollen lips. You are responding to him. To his fingers. Is there a more beautiful sight?

With a tentative approach, he snakes long fingers around the column of your throat again, pressing firmly where he decides he can get a quick reaction from you.

“N-Nozel,” you sputter on the verge of whimpering. The way he stares down, eyes almost inklike and brooding, you instinctively close your legs. He looks attractive standing over you, lips curling back and one hand trailing up your- No. Not him. He can’t win, you remind yourself.

“Fuck off,” you gasp, pushing him away with more adrenaline, more anger.

“I can’t believe… You enjoy that?” Nozel repeats, brows raising in disbelief.

You slap your palm against his chest, this time shocking him that you have the audacity. He grimaces at your assault, then catches your arm and his grip is bruising as he twists until you are left powerless. There is nobody in the hallway to intervene and it’s near silent, all except for your rasping breath as oxygen inflates your lungs.

It’s a blessing he takes your rash behavior fairly well. You know he physically has an advantage over you and up until now the realization sets in that you’ve been letting your guard down. Not once have you used your magic on him.

“Come. Now.” Violet eyes search the empty hall before he pulls you to the nearest stairwell.

You clamber down some steps until your back slams the sandstone wall. Nozel pins you there with arms that tense and fingers that dig into the flesh of your thighs, wrapping you around himself until your body ends up in the position he desires. Then his mouth claims yours in a searing kiss, a mouth which is undeniably irresistible in the way his lips mold and nip against yours.

“Maybe if you weren’t so irritating, I would consider taking my time.” Nozel has zero patience, and after all, who says you are willing to wait.

He inhales a long breath, his deft fingers slide under your skirt and dip into the crotch of your panties. Something about the warm juices that coat them cause his pupils to dilate with an animalistic spark.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” He scissors through slippery arousal, the combination of his hand connecting with your sex leaves your hips bucking towards him. Your sodden cunt squelches as he works two digits in you at a brutal pace. Panties now abandoned around your ankles. “Practically dripping.”

“You're lucky I thought of another man to get wet enough for you.”

Nozel sneers, “Thinking about any man could get you wet.”

An almost inaudible groan escapes him as his fingers withdraw from your clenching hole.

“Really?” you say. “Good thing I remember how good of a fuck Fuegoleon was.”

You take absolute pleasure in pissing him off.

At the sound of his rival’s name, he nearly loses all composure. His palm slides over the expanse of one of your naked asscheeks before kneading it. Seething, he spreads you repeatedly, pussy opening wide and inviting. The sting of his hand spanking your ass shakes you, and he observes the way you react.

“Careful how you speak to me, little girl,” Nozel warns, spanking you again. He admires the way your lip quivers. His little whore ready to submit.

You are a far cry from little, but boy do you gush at the name. His words leave you feeling so far removed from being pissed that you allow yourself to give in to some of his ministrations. Hell, you need this. No matter what you tell yourself, you can’t deny your excitement.

Soon he’s freeing his cock with one hand as the other holds you upright. You can’t help but gape at his size and your eyes refuse to peel away once he uses his soaked fingers to stroke himself. It’s embarrassing, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Nozel.

“Tell me. Say you want this.” He strokes himself again before adding. “I don’t have all day.”

The fucking nerve. Of course he wants you to beg him, he gets off on being assertive. You really don’t want to give in. Nozel doesn’t deserve the satisfaction. But when his cock slots through your folds, you curse yourself for convulsing at the feeling.

“Shit,” you groan, “j-just fuck me.” Eyes rolling as the head of is cock pushes past your tight entrance and at the hint of a smirk that tugs his lips.

That look. It’s how you know not to anticipate a gentle fucking. The sting of his cock burning it’s way past your creamy slick and slipping deep to brush your cervix. All in one thrust. Before you can stop it, a loud ‘yes’ erupts from your chest, and Nozel’s hand flies over your mouth immediately.

“Will you— quiet!”

“I kno-know,” you say, words muffled into his hand. “It’s so, so good.”

His voice hitches at your mewling and he has to catch himself from drilling you through the wall. One of his hands tenses at the nape of your neck before pulling your head so his mouth can rest at your ear. Your breasts collide with his chest when he yanks you forward.

“Who else have you spread your legs for, Y/N?” Nozel wonders. ”Did the foreigner have a go? I’d imagine him desperate enough to use this cunt.”

He emphasizes ‘cunt’ with a few sharp thrusts that repeatedly grind against your g-spot. Your eyes flutter as your rock forward, but his words don’t go unmatched.

“Desperate? If you fuck me, what does that make you, hm?” you laugh. “Any woman you’d like could be at your fingertips, yet here we are.”

There is no way to explain it. No way without him admitting to liking you since he first laid eyes on the new captain. So he takes the opportunity to ignore you instead.

“Shut your mouth before I do,” he grunts into your ear, continuing to ravage your gripping walls. “Fucking you is even more miserable than I imagined.”

And you can’t agree more. But if you are both honest with yourselves, it is the most godly feeling. You start to see white as he rams himself into you and his pulsing cock nears the edge of filling you with cum. Nozel’s cum.

It isn’t long until you’re falling apart in unison, exchanging the most hurtful words to make up for your inadequate ability to express affection. And it’s almost beautiful? Until it’s not. Until his thrusts don’t cease and your string of curses bounce the walls of the secluded stairwell. You can’t think straight anymore and your back arches as warm seed spills inside you. It’s a mess, but you’re both left hungover on sex and provocation.

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Bevie | Ben Florian x Evie Grimhilde (Descendants)

Requested by anonymous

Ben gives her a funny look, then ducks his head as he laughs. Evie stares at him, open-mouthed. Her face begins to flush as he tries to apologise and compose himself.

"What?" she demands. "What did I say?"

"Nothing! It's..." He clears his throat and looks up at her from beneath his lashes. God, it's unfair for them to be so naturally pretty. She would kill for eyelashes like that.

Oh no. She's staring. She is definitely staring, and he probably thinks she's really weird. She tries to keep her face a mask of offence rather than admiration.

"You..." Ben's tongue pokes out between his lips and he looks away from her, cheeks dimpled with a smile. "Well, you called me cute."

Her neck and face burn harder than before with the flames of utter embarrassment. She bites down on her tongue as she tries to think of how to salvation this humiliation; what would her mother do?

Well, for her it wouldn't be an embarrassment. She would grasp this moment between her wrinkled little claws and brainwash the pretty prince into marrying her and making her queen. That's what she would say to her. Charm him. Make him fall in love.

"Oh," she breathes, then swallows. Her throat's oddly scratchy. She flexes her fingers in her lap, finding comfort in the familiar material of her dress. "Um... sorry?"

"No, it's fine," Ben says with a shrug. "Not often I hear that, so I'll take it, even if it was an accident."

He flashes her a grin. Her mother hisses in her head like a poisonous little snake. She's doing it without even trying, he's falling for her.

Except he's not. He's her friend. He's a prince. He's Ben. The soon-to-be King of Auradon. Of course he isn't falling for her, how could he? She's an airhead with a wicked witch of a mother. At least, that's what everyone else has been saying since she got to Auradon.

"Hey, you okay?" Ben asks, putting down his own pen as he peers at her in concern. "It's really not a big deal. It's an easy mistake. Learning a new language is really hard."

"No one else here seems to find it hard," she mutters bitterly. Why can she not just be like the rest of them? By all rights, she's supposed to be a princess, and yet she has never felt more like an outsider than she does in a castle full of royalty.

"Hey." Ben reaches out and rests a hand on top of hers. She freezes, unsure of what to do. "It's not just you, I promise. Everyone has trouble with something. Just, no one likes to admit it."

She wants to believe him. To believe that it really isn't just her who has these problems and that everyone else isn't as perfect as they seem. After all, everyone for so long thought her own mother was a perfect queen, perfect wife and perfect stepmother until the illusion shattered like a broken mirror.

"So, it's taking some time to learn a new language," Ben continues softly. "That's normal. In fact, it took me an extra three months more than everyone else to learn how to talk at all. My father blames it on my mama's insistence on me learning both French and English."

Evie finally looks at him, surprised. He smiles and nods to confirm he's being entirely honest. She's not sure he's even capable of telling a lie. He's far too good and honest for that. Like his mother, she's heard.

"And, not only that, but I had to spend months practising to even get on the Tourney team. As it turns out, I'm not a natural at sports."

"No," Evie says, now certain he must be exaggerating, but he nods even more firmly. "But -- you're amazing at Tourney! You're the captain of the team!"

"Because I kept practising," Ben says. "I worked really hard. And while it really bothered me that Chad and Li'l always seemed to just know what they were doing on the field while I would be falling over or kicking grass, I didn't let it stop me."

He raises his eyebrows pointedly and she gets what he's trying to say.

She takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with air while he fills her head with confidence. He's right. It was one little mistake. Hardly the end of the world. She just needs to keep trying. Eventually, it'll all be worth it.

"Okay," she says, and he smiles brightly, taking his hand back to pick up his pen again. She oddly misses the feeling of it on her own. "So, what did I say?"

"Tu es mignon," Ben says so smoothly. "Your pronunciation was great, though, especially since you didn't even know what you were saying."

She repeats what he said, then smiles to herself proudly. "Well, at least I now know one phrase. And it makes you smile, so it's obviously a good one to know."

Ben shakes his head lightly at her as he laughs again. She swears his own cheeks look rather flushed. He isn't protesting the compliment though.

"I should still probably teach you how to say something other than that, though. Like... Je ne peux pas m’empêcher de penser à toi."

Evie blinks. "Uh... could you maybe... say that again... slowly?"

Ben just smiles to himself like he has some inside secret, rubbing at his bottom lip with his thumb. "It's okay, we'll get there in time. Let's stick to the basics for now. Sound good?"

She breathes a sigh of relief and nods, smiling back at him as she poises her pen once again over her paper. "Yes."

"J’aime ton sourire," Ben exhales softly.

Before she can ask for a translation and a repeat, he brushes it off and begins explaining simple greetings to her, and the way that verbs and nouns and pronouns all work in French. They're probably sitting there in the library going over it for at least an hour or two more, with Evie actually laughing at her mistakes but not getting upset over them.

[jungwonenthusiast]

hi ! enhypen smut prompt request ! can i have the reader whos a female say #4 with jake or sunghoon whos a hard dom ?? if u can , can u add how the reader and the partner are enemies who got lots of sexual tension so they kinda trease e/o a lot with words and actions ? u dont have to use that plot but thank u♡

A/N: This is one of my favorite works now lol i hope u like it :) <3

Warnings: unprotected sex, rly brief oral (f recieving), degredation

Word Count: 2.9 k

“But it’s a Tuesday,” you tell Jay while zipping up your backpack.

“So?” he says. “Don’t be lame.”

“I’m not lame, just responsible.” you sing your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s lame.” he walks with you to the lunch tables. Jungwon and Heeseung are already there chatting it up.

“You guys are coming right?” Jay asks them and they nod. “See? You gotta come.”

“It’ll be fun noona,” Jungwon says. “And you have to come because Heeseung hyung and Jay hyung are probably gonna leave me for girls.” he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment.

“Why don’t you get yourself some girls too.” you suggest and he shakes his head.

“I’m too shy.” he says quietly and you giggle.

“Alright fine, I’ll go.” you finally say and they all celebrate. “Jake’s not gonna be there right?”

“Uhm,” Heeseung looks over to Jake’s lunch table nervously. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” you cock an eyebrow.

“He won’t be there,” Jay says. “It’ll be fine.”

You feel someone bump into your shoulder as you walk to history.

“What the hell?” you say and turn around to see who the culprit is. Of course it’s Jake. He shrugs with a half smile. That fucking ass.

After a few more classes you head home and start preparing for the bonfire party. It’s at a beach so you decide to wear your favorite bikini under your shirt and shorts. Your phone begins to buzz and it's a facetime call from Jungwon.

“Hola~” you greet him.

“Hi~” he says. “Can you take me there? My parents are at work.”

“Sure.” you say while putting all of your essentials into a purse.

“Also,” he hesitates. “I think Jake hyung is gonna be there.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I heard him talking about it during p.e.” he says quietly and you groan.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore.” you say.

“No you have to go, I will die without you.” Jungwon pleads. “It’ll be fun, we'll just stay away from him.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay away from that giant ego taking up the whole place.” you roll your eyes.

“He’s not that bad noona, he’s actually pretty nice.” Jungwon shrugs.

“Don’t betray me like that,” you scold him. “You’re on my team alright?”

“Okay okay.” he surrenders, giggling.

You pick Jungwon up and give him the aux for the 30 minute drive to the beach.

You guys groove to SZA together.

Jungwon rolls down the window while you're on the highway and sticks his head out like a dog. He kind of is like a dog (in a good way). He’d be a shiba inu.

“Whoooo!!” he screams as the wind whips through his hair, you smile.

When you get there you park your car and get the beach towels from the backseat.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” you as Jungwon and he shakes his head. “Why do you never listen to me?”

You get a bottle of sunscreen out of your purse and rub a dollop on his face. He scrunches his nose.

“It feels like you're rubbing cake batter on me.” he complains.

“You’ll thank me when you’re fifty and you aren’t a wrinkly wreck.” you tell him while spreading it over his cheeks.

“Can we be done now?” he whines and you sigh.

“Fine.”

You two approach the crowd of people suntanning, drinking, playing volleyball, and playing in the ocean.

You drop your stuff next to Heeseung’s and Jay’s before looking around for them. They’re playing volleyball with who on the opposing team? Jake Sim.

Jungwon must’ve noticed you shooting lasers through your eyes because he grabs your arm. “Come on, let’s go swim.” he tugs his t-shirt over his head and jogs over to the water.

You follow suit, only feeling a little self conscious about stripping with Jake Sim only so far away. But it’s only because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of your worst enemy, right?

Jungwon’s already relaxing among the waves when you get to the shore. “Why’d you go so deep?” you call out to him.

“It’s not that deep,” he says back.

You swim around with him for a bit before forcing him to look for pretty shells with you.

He gasps. “Baby crab!” he rushes to pick it up. “Look.” he holds it up to you.

You try to pet it without freaking it out. “What if it bites you?”

“It won’t, we’re friends.”

The sun is nearly gone by the time you’re done shell searching and swimming so you head over to the bonfire. You wrap a towel around yourself and snuggle up to Jay. He scrunches his nose.

“It’s cold,” you defend yourself.

Heeseung hands you a white claw and you crack it open.

“What are we doing now?” you ask but you can’t hear Heeseung’s answer over the sight of Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki sitting right across from you. You notice how the bonfire highlights the muscles in Jake’s chest and arms. The warm orange light washing over him makes it look like he’s glowing. Is this what Apollo would’ve looked like? “Huh?” you ask Hee.

“We’re probably just gonna play dumb highschool games.” he says.

You inhale and take a big swig of your seltzer.

“Truth or dare time~” Bree sing songs. “Sunoo truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Sunoo answers.

“Do you have a crush on anyone and if so, who?” she asks and he rolls his eyes.

“I have a crush on myself.” he says confidently.

“Fair enough, you go now.” she says to him.

“Heeseung hyung, truth or dare?” Sunoo asks.

“Dare,” he replies and Sunoo giggles.

“Give your phone to Jay and let him text anyone anything he wants.”

Heeseung groans and throws his head back. “Oh God.”

Jay cackles an evil laugh. “Gimme.”

Heeseung reluctantly hands Jay his phone. “You’re gonna text Sophie aren’t you.”

Sophie Morales, Heeseung ex. They broke up only a month ago after half a year of dating. This was about to be brutal.

“You know me so well.” Jay smiles.

“Please don’t say anything too horrible.” Heeseung pleads.

“Sophie,” Jay narrates his text message. “I miss you and your huge tits. Also I’m sorry for not telling you while we were dating but your feet are really fucking ugly.”

Heeseung buries his head into his hands, laughing. “Fucking Christ.”

“And your breath stinks,” Jay continues. “At least your boobs are nice.”

This is what I get for befriending males. You think to yourself.

“Alright that’s enough.” Heeseung snatches his phone away while everyone giggles. “My turn since I was the victim. y/n, truth or dare?” “Truth,”

“What’s your biggest regret?”

“Becoming friends with Jay, because he’s insane.”

Jay guffaws. “I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

You roll your eyes.

The game goes on for a bit until it lands on Jungwon.

“Noona, truth or dare?”

You’d usually go for truth, but you didn’t want people to think you were boring. “Dare.”

“I dare you and Jake hyung to talk to each other in private for at least five minutes.” he says, crossing his arms.

Your eyes widen and you look over at Jake, he looks like he wants to drown himself.

“What? Why?” you ask urgently.

“Because I’m tired of you guys hating each other for no reason. Now go.” Jungwon shoos you away.

“Yeah go talk.” Niki says to Jake.

Both of you don’t budge. Jay tugs at your arm. “Come on, Jake and y/n becoming friends!”

The whole group starts chanting. “JAKE AND Y/N BECOMING FRIENDS!”

You had to admit that their enthusiasm was kind of endearing, so you swallow your pride and walk over to the lifeguard tower. You hear him not far behind you.

You climb up the stairs and let your feet hang over the ledge of the patio.

He sits down next to you.

You let a few moments of silence pass before speaking up. “I don’t want to be here as much as you do, so let’s just wait for the five minutes to pass and then go.”

“Damn,” he says. “Do you really hate me that much?”

You roll your eyes. “What do you think?”

“What did I ever do to you?” he scoffs.

“I don’t need to justify my feelings.” you cross your arms.

“Why are you so dense?” he grumbles.

You whip your body over to him. “I’m the dense one?”

“Yeah,” he says proudly. You want to slap the smug look off of his pretty face. Normal face. Slightly, almost, barely good looking face.

“Such a prick,” you mumble, turning away.

“What’d you call me?” he scrunches his eyebrows.

You look him right in the eyes. You never noticed how dark and piercing they were. “A fucking prick. Cause you are one.”

His black hair is still damp and poking into his eyes. His lips are parted and they look so soft that you almost want to kiss him. But he beats you to it.

I should push him away. Push him away you dumbass. You kept telling yourself but you couldn’t do it. His lips felt too good against yours.

Your arms snake around his waist as he lays you onto your back.

You wish you had a hundred hands so you could touch all of him. Two weren’t enough. He feels like silk and he tastes like red velvet.

He pushes your jaw up so he can get to your neck. You exhale as his tongue dances on your skin. He grinds his hips into yours and you let out a small moan. Why are you letting him affect you like this? Idiot.

“I thought you hated me?” he smirks while kissing your chest.

“I do.” you breathe out.

“You sure?” he asks, his fingers traveling down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms.

“Mhm.” you say.

He kisses your collarbone. “People you hate don’t make you wet like this.”

That just makes you throb even more.

“Fuck off,” you say and he backs up.

“Really?” he says. “Because I will.”

You roll your eyes and pull him in by the back of the neck.

“Touch me,” you say and he happily obliges. You knew were in public but it was dark and honestly, you didn’t care.

“Such a slut,” he says while running a finger up and down your slit. “If you wanted me this badly you should’ve said so sooner.”

“I don’t want you asshole.” you breathe out as he circles your clit.

“You just asked me to touch you princess,” he kisses your neck. “I think that’s good evidence.”

You rub your fingers through the back of his hair and tug it back, exposing his neck. He lets out a small moan. You kiss his neck, sucking and nibbling every now and then. When you pull away there’s at least three red blotches that go from his throat to his chest.

“People are gonna see those you know?” he says.

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes.

“Are you marking me or something? Telling everyone that I’m yours?” he boasts.

It’s confusing how your anger is feeding into your lust for him.

“Shut up and fuck me.” you say and he cocks a brow.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he kisses your cheek sweetly. You want to wipe it off and slap him in the face.

“Who do you think you are?” you scoff at him.

“Come on dont play with me,” he pushes one finger into you and you moan. “I can tell that you want it.”

It was true. You were practically gushing.

“More,” you say, wanting another finger.

“Where are your manners?” he smirks.

You swallow your pride. “Please?”

“Good girl,” he says and it sends tingles down your spine.

He pulls your bikini bottoms to the side and rubs his thumb up your slit. “Such a pretty cunt.”

Your thighs are already trembling.

“I really thought you’d still be hating me right now.” he says lowly. “Do I make you that weak?”

You snap to your senses for a moment. “Fuck you.”

“I am.” he snickers and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me attitude princess.” he warns you with a dangerous smile.

“Or what?” you test him.

“Do you really wanna find out?”

“What do you think you’re intimidating or something?” you ask and he scoffs.

He sits up and grabs your arm. “Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up.” he says sternly and you do.

He grabs your hand, leading you somewhere.

“Where are we going?” you ask, agitated. If you really didn’t want to go you wouldn’t, but you secretly wanted to continue what was going on.

“My car.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll see.”

“Hey! Where are you going?” Jungwon calls out. “Don’t leave me!” “I’ll be just a second!” you reply with an unsure smile.

“Backseat.” Jake says as you approach his Mercedes.

So bossy, you think.

You sit in the back seat and before you know it he’s pulling you into his lap.

“Let’s continue shall we?” he says and you don’t waste any time getting your lips on his.

He pushes your hips down onto his and you whimper. You were already so wet and this was just making it worse.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer.” you say, not being able to hold it in.

“For what?” he nips at your neck.

“I need to feel you inside of me.” you plead. 

“That’s better.” he tugs his shorts down and pulls your swimsuit to the side.

You grab the base of him before slowly sinking down. “Fuck yes.” you moan in relief.

He fills you up perfectly and his tip brushes your g-spot every time you bounce.

“So fucking tight.” he growls, holding onto your hips tight.

Your legs begin to tremble from the pleasure so he grabs you by the waist and lays you on your back.

He snaps his hips into yours and you whine.

He smirks. “Look at you all spread out for me,” he kisses your neck. “Taking this cock deep inside you.”

Your fingers trail down to rub at your clit. “Please don’t stop.”

He flips you over into doggy and tugs your hair, bringing your ear up to his mouth.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Really bad,” you whimper.

He smacks your ass and you let out a small squeal.

“Touch with yourself while I fuck you.” he lets you go and you rest on the door. Your fingers move to play with your pussy.

His hands are tight on your waist as he pounds into you.

You feel your knees start to give out and your cunt start to pulse around him.

He chuckles. “Are you close sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Please make me cum, please I need it so bad.”

“Why should I think you deserve it?”

“Please, I can’t hold it any longer.” you say and he stops his movements completely.

He gets close to your ear. “You get to cum when I say so okay?”

You accept defeat. “Okay.”

You start to get more and more flustered as he continues to fuck you just right.

“Fuck Jake I can’t,” you whimper and hold onto the car door for dear life.

He pulls out suddenly and you complain before feeling his tongue on you. Your body tenses up from the pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says and you arch your back, pushing your pussy into his mouth. He moans against you.

After only a couple circles on your clit with his tongue, you’re ready to come undone. You grab onto his hand.

“Wait wait I’m close,”

And before you can utter another word he slams his cock into you and brings his hand around you to rub your clit.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart, I know you can do it.” he encourages you.

He smiles as your moans get louder and more high pitched.

Your legs start to shake and he grabs you tight. He comes up to your ear. “Be a good girl for me won’t you.”

Your eyes roll back as bliss runs through your entire body. He was probably the best lay you’ve ever had.

Your body goes slack as he cums inside of you.

“Fuck,” he growls and slowly pulls out. He picks you up and holds you in his arms as you try to ride out the trembling.

“How am I supposed to clean up?” you ask.

“Maybe you can swim again?” he jokes and you punch him in the arm. “Do you still hate me?”

“One hundred percent.” you say confidently.

“Are you kidding?” he scoffs. “My kids are in you right now.”

You fake gag and he laughs.

[lovetorn]

jealousy is a disease [roommate!dream au]

pairing: dream x f!reader

summary: dream drags you to a frat party and gets 'annoyed' ;)

w/c: 0.7k

warnings: one curse word :P

a/n: ooo something's brewing under the surface lmao asdfghjkl

roommate!dream masterlist

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The party is in full swing. At one of the frat houses, you've been here for 4 hours and everybody is comfortably buzzed. The party was organised by the football team, celebrating their recent win against the West Virginia Wolves. You had been dragged here by your roommate, Dream, who is, in fact, a part of the football team. You lost sight of him hours ago, choosing to stick with his best friend, Sapnap, who decided to stay by your side because he doesn’t like how the other football players look at you.

‘Pursuit of Happiness’ echoes throughout the house and everybody gathers in the middle of the living room where the make-shift dance floor lays. You snatch Sapnap’s cup from his hand and place it next to yours on the counter. Grabbing Sapnap’s hand, you pull him into the middle of the growing mosh pit. He shakes his head, declining, but then you lift your arm to spin him around. Sapnap never really dances at parties, and you’re making it your mission to change that.

You let go of his hand and in sync, you both watch as the whole crowd starts jumping when the beat drops. Reaching to grasp both of Sapnap’s hands, you join in, screaming in joy when he starts dancing. His cheeks are flushed red and his smile is bright and you can’t help but laugh at his sudden change in mood.

You don’t hear your name being called, or anything for that matter, and continue dancing with Sapnap until the song comes to a close. By the end, you’re sweaty and your feet hurt, so you let Sapnap go see his other friends and make your way to the kitchen to get another drink.

As you’re pouring lemonade into a cup, your name is called from the kitchen door and you turn to see Dream. Your face lights up at the sight of him.

“Where did you go? I haven’t seen you for hours,” You say, walking over to him. Dream stands in the doorway, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed. He looks irritated, but you choose against asking him about it.

“Have fun dancing with Sap?” He asks, tilting his head. You expect him to smile, but he doesn’t. The kitchen is empty since everybody moved to the living room, so there's no hiding the very obvious tension.

You squint at him and take a step forward. “I did, Dream. You should’ve been there.” Your cup is heavy in your hand as you take a sip, watching him over the edge.

Dream keeps eye contact with you and pokes his tongue into the inside of his cheek. Your heart skips a beat at the sight, but you swallow your drink and then shrug.

“Jealousy is a disease, Dream,” You giggle when you see his eyes widen. He unfolds his arms and walks closer.

“You know that’s not how I meant it—” Dream starts, but he quickly cuts himself off when he sees you holding your hand out.

“Dream, would you like to dance with me?” You smile. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you shake your hand impatiently when he takes a while to respond.

“Uh, yes?”

You reach over and grasp his hand. Placing your drink on the counter, you pull him towards the living room. ‘Maneater’ plays in the large space and the crowd are throwing cups and alcohol is going everywhere and you can’t wait to be in the middle of it—with Dream. Especially when you know he’s going to be close to you. Why do you want that so badly?

The song is slower than the one with Sapnap, so you alter your dancing to fit with the song. You throw your arms up and wiggle your hips to the music; all while singing to the song. Dream bites the inside of his cheek at the sight of you, grabs your waist, and pulls you towards him, hips flush against one another.

You're surprised by his boldness and snake your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. The room is too dark to see the pink blush on his cheeks, but you know it's there. You feel Dream toy with the fabric of your dress and you wonder what they feel like against your skin.

Dream smirks as he sways your hips with his—a very platonic way to dance with your roommate—and you only pull away when you feel Dream tense under your touch. You guess he’s just realised the position you’re in. He swiftly apologises in your ear and leaves you alone in the crowd.

You stand frozen in the middle of the floor, your mood flattening. You don’t want to be here anymore. But, then you shake your head. He’s your roommate, for fuck’s sake, why are you so disappointed?

You don’t think about it any longer and decide to find Sapnap again.

[ariana-winchester95]

Welcome to the Jungle

Pairing: Carpet Python Shifter Min Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: 18+, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe out there), snake tail sex, biting, sub!yoongi, aftercare, soft boyfriend Yoongi, Yoongi has a split tongue and two cocks.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this, I wrote this because my best friend was complaining about the lack of Snake Hybrids AUs for Yoongi, so I took one for the team. Feedback is very welcome.

It had been a few weeks since I received a call to retrieve a Carpet Python from a backyard across town. Usually, I take reptiles back to the enclosures at the local zoo, but there was something different about this one. He was smaller than a regular-sized adult python. I expected a fight getting near the snake, but it never came, almost like he was too scared to fight. I have observed him over the past few weeks, doing nothing else but eating and sleeping.

One morning, I checked on the snake, but the tank was empty, the lid a-jar. I searched the room but found no trace of the snake. Huffing, I went off looking for the snake; I stopped dead in my tracks once I reached the lounge room, my eyes catching a glimpse of a figure moving in the kitchen.

"Looking for me?" The figure said, back still turned towards me.

Stepping in the kitchen, I let out a small gasp at the sight of him. He wore black sweatpants paired with an oversized t-shirt, but that is not what caught my attention. The visible tail, the same patterning of the snake from the backyard. The intricately patterned scales on the back of his and flowing down his arms.

"Who are you?" I asked, coming to a stop as I heard the man sigh heavily before speaking.

"I guess I have some explaining to do." He spoke, his hands sliding along the sink's edge before taking a deep breath and turning around, facing me, squinting slightly. I raised an eyebrow once I caught his gaze, "My name is Yoongi, and I'm the snake you saved from that backyard."

"How?" I questioned, stepping closer, and as I did, the sunlight hit his eyes, making them appear yellowish-green.

"I was an experiment, deemed a failure. I was created in a facility experimenting on humans to develop mixed DNA species, but something went wrong during their experimentation on me." He explained, his voice sounding distant as he reflected on the memory.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"The DNA mixed perfectly with mine, but they discovered that I could shift into a snake. They told me that they didn't want a venomous snake in their facility in fear that I would kill anyone that got near me. They said I was too dangerous." Yoongi turned his head, eyes trained on the backyard through the window as he explained further.

"I'm sorry, but they got it wrong. You're a carpet python, correct?" I asked, pausing a moment to let Yoongi nod. "They're non-venomous to humans. So you're not dangerous at all." I continued, leaning against the counter.

"What?" He gasped, his narrow eyes widening, "So if I were to touch you, you would be okay?" Yoongi question softly, stepping closer, so close that I can easily see the colours in his eyes.

"They truly do not know anything of your species," I said, more to myself. "Snakes are only venomous by biting, not touching. So considering you are non-venomous, you'd only have to be careful of your bite. You are harmless to humans."

"How do you know all of this?" Yoongi asked, his lisp showing even more now that he's starting to comfortable.

"I am a herpetologist, an expert in reptiles. That is the reason why I came to retrieve you in the backyard, in your snake form."

"So, if what you are saying is true," Yoongi spoke to himself rather than me. "I can do this."

Before I could ask what he meant, his fingers were lightly touching the top of my hand. Shivers ran through my body, the nerves in my body igniting. My eyes travelled up his arm to his face, watching the expressions cross his features as he applies more pressure to my hand. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion before raising in wonder as he realised that I was telling the truth.

"You were right; I believe you now." He spoke softly, still looking at the spot where his fingers trace across my skin, then he looked up, catching my gaze. "I trust you."

The longer his gaze bore into mine, the more body seemed to tingle, and I can tell he feels it as well. His hand then moved to grasp mine, my hand fitting perfectly in his as if it were his to hold. He uttered a word under his breath; before I had the chance to clarify what he said, he pulled me to him. A breath left my mouth as I collided with his broad chest; I stood frozen, his hand the only thing keeping me upright. I held my breath as I felt his fingers now tracing my cheek lightly, his eyes following their movements in amazement.

"How I've craved to touch someone without fear of killing of them, and here I am, touching you, and you're still standing. I realise now how deprived I've been." He monologued, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. His body vibrated against mine, something that male snakes do before mating a female to excite her, and it's working. The notion sent a spark flowing through my body, heading south to my core.

Yoongi stared at me a moment longer before he leaned down and captured my lips with his. I closed my eyes after a few seconds of shock, and then, his lips disappeared. He placed his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, holding me close. Looking up, I found his snake eyes staring at me as I smiled softly.

Yoongi breathed in deeply as his nose reached my hair, nuzzling right in. His nose traced over the skin of my cheek, his breath fanning over my jaw. Then, he lightly moved a hand up from my waist to bury it within my hair.

"You smell of vanilla and citrus—my favourites." He murmured, closing his eyes and breathing in my scent. "No wonder I feel safe here. It all smells like you. My mate."

I barely had any time to process his words before his lips were on mine again, my heart pounding against my rib cage. This kiss was firmer than before, more heated like something snapped in him as he moaned into my mouth. My hands moved on their own accord, trailing up his broad chest to the back of his neck, feeling when I felt scales gracing his skin. Yoongi let out a little moan as I tugged on his hair, causing his hips to roll into mine.

"I need you," Yoongi whispered against my lips. "I can smell you." The hand on my waist tightened upon smelling my arousal.

I pulled away from him with a smirk on my face, contrasting his confusion. I trailed my hand down the length of his arm to grasp his hand. Then, walking backwards, I tugged him to follow me as I lead him to the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, I took the opportunity to shove the curious snake against the wall. He let out a breath as his back hit the wall, his eyes moving to look directly at me. I rolled my hips into his, just like he did before, and he let out the prettiest of moans.

"You sound so pretty for species so feared." I purred, running my hands up and down his chest as he breathed deeply. "I wonder, what other sounds you can make from the pretty mouth of yours." Yoongi visibly swallowed hard before running his split tongue over his bottom lip as he let his mind wander.

I leaned back and trailed my hands downwards, pushing my hands underneath his t-shirt, his body shuddering when my fingertips came into contact with his skin. I moved fingers ever so lightly over his stomach up to his firm chest and over his nipples. Yoongi hissed when my fingers brushed over the tiny buds; I smirked in satisfaction.

"So sensitive and responsive," I noted as I continued flicking the sensitive buds. Yoongi's head thudded against the wall, his body squirming and little whimpers gracing my ears.

"It hurts." Yoongi hissed out, rolling his hips into mine. I looked down as I felt his big problem press into my thigh.

"Do you need some help, baby?" I teased, running my hands down to the waistband of his sweats, watching as he nodded and squeezing his eyes shut.

I pulled the elastic band slightly and let it snap back against his skin, giggling as his body jumped at the motion, his hands clenching at his sides. Then, slowly, I let my hand slide past the waistband and into his boxers. Yoongi hissed harshly as I lightly touched his cock, rolling his hips into my fingers, chasing the friction he desperately needed.

"Please," Yoongi begged, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as my hand wrapped around him. I gasped when my fingertips touched something underneath his cock.

"I should have known," I started, reaching my hand further before coming into contact with a second cock, "snakes have two cocks. So here you are with two." I smirked.

Yoongi let out a groan of frustration as I pulled my hand out of his sweatpants. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pulled down his sweatpants to his ankles as I kneeled before him. Scales lined the pale skin of his thighs and calves. He let out a moan as his cocks were released into the warm air. I couldn't take my eyes away from the two angry, red cocks in front of me.

I threw Yoongi's sweatpants to the side once he stepped out of them and ran my hands up the length of his legs, brushing over his scales before bracing myself on his thighs, feeling the muscles flex under my touch as I looked up at Yoongi through my lashes. His snake-like eyes looked back at me, running his split tongue over his lips again as I moved my hands closer towards his cocks. Yoongi hissed once I wrapped both hands around a cock each, his tailing winding around one of my wrists as I slowly pumped both at the same pace.

"So pretty," I admired, rubbing my thumbs over the tips, spreading the pre-cum around the heads of his cocks. "I wonder what you taste like."

I barely gave Yoongi time to comprehend my words before leaning forward and pressing my lips to one of his cocks while stroking the other. Relishing in the way that Yoongi groaned and threw his head back with a thud against the wall. Next, I ran my tongue over the underside of his cock, spurred on by hearing Yoongi moan and gasp at the stimulation on both cocks.

"You taste delicious." I praised, realising his cock with a pop and licking my lips.

"God," Yoongi breathed as I drew his cock back into my mouth, lightly sucking. His hands moved to grasp my hair, keeping me in place as he thrusted his hips into my mouth and hand.

I took as much of him as I could before I started to gag. Then, drawing back, I swirled my tongue around the head before repeating the same action and taking him deep into my throat as I moved my hand to massage his balls. Yoongi's legs nearly gave out from the amount of stimulation he was receiving; my hand and mouth still working his cocks, and now my other hand caressing his balls.

"Stop, baby," Yoongi strained, pulling me off of him and uncoiling his tail from my wrist. Finally, I released him with a pop. I then looked up at him with a slight tilt to my head. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up, but I wanna cum in you."

Yoongi moved his hands moved from my hair to my hands. Grasping them, he gently pulled me up to a stood position. He then raised a hand to my face, cupping it as he used his thumb to wipe a bit of drool away, smiling softly.

"Will you let me cum inside you, jagi?" Yoongi asked softly, caressing my cheek with his thumb, smearing my drool over the skin, as I looked up at him in a love-drunk state, nodding slowly.

I let Yoongi lead me over to my bed, stopping to stand next to it. His hands travelled to the hem of my shirt, silently asking to take it off. I placed my hands next to his, grasping the hem before taking it off and flicking it somewhere on the floor. Yoongi seemed to freeze for a moment, his eyes taking in my almost naked appearance. Then, he gently placed his hands on my waist, his barely-there touch causing goosebumps to apparently.

Yoongi slowly traced his fingers over the soft skin of my stomach before lightly running over my lace bra. I shivered as his fingers made contact with the skin of my breasts, as he cupped them over the bra. I made a move to undo my pants, bending down slightly to push down over the curve of my ass and letting them pool at my feet vectored they come to the same fate as my shirt.

"Wow," Yoongi whispered, taking me all in as I stood there in front of him in nothing but my lingerie. "You're more beautiful than I imagined."

A shy smile made its way onto my lips as I looked down in embarrassment, softly chuckling, a soft blush creeping its way onto my cheeks. Then, I felt Yoongi place a finger under my chin, coaxing me to look back up at him. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes caught his gaze, the look of pure love evident within the chocolate orbs.

"You needn't hide from me," he spoke with such sincerity, his thumb running over my bottom lip, "you're stunning."

Yoongi swiftly took off his shirt, discarding it somewhere in the room before settling himself on top of my bed, patting the space next to him. Crawling my way to join him, he pulled me onto his lap once I was within reach. I let out a gasp as his cock pressed into my clothed core, his tail coiling around my thigh. His hands settled on my ass, his fingers squeezing the flesh as he moved my hips forward, making me grind against him. My head fell into his shoulder as I let out an involuntary moan, my hands holding onto his biceps.

"Please," I didn't know what I was asking for, but I knew I need more.

My hips moved on their own accord, chasing the friction I desperately craved. Yoongi's hands travelled up along my spine, stopping at the clasp of my bra. He lightly ran his fingers along the bottom of it before coming back to the middle and undoing the clasp. Then, bringing his hands to my shoulders, he gently pushed me off his shoulders so he could witness my breasts become bare before his eyes.

Yoongi took his time taking the bra off, lightly pulling the straps down my shoulders and then dropping it on the floor next to the bed, his eyes never leaving my breasts as he did so. Cupping his large hands around my breasts, he pushed them together and then let them fall back into place. The motion caused my mouth to fall open, closing my eyes. Yoongi lightly moved his fingers over the mounds, but never touching my nipples, already erect and hard for him.

"Yoongi," I moaned, rolling my hips against his cocks, burying my hands in his hair.

Yoongi leaned forward, connecting our lips in a soft kiss, and at the same time, kneading my breasts, causing me to moan into his mouth. Yoongi trailed his kisses over my cheek and down along my neck, sucking purple blemishes in his wake. I leaned back slightly once Yoongi reached the tops of my breasts, his snake eyes flicking up to mine. My breath caught in my throat, his split tongue moved out past his lips, reaching out and flicking my nipple, his tongue on either side of the erect bud.

"Oh god," I moaned out at the unusual sensation, throwing my head back and pulling his face closer to my breast.

Yoongi took the hint, wrapping his around my nipple, gently sucking as he kneaded the other. His free hand roaming my curves, his hand danced over my stomach on thighs before settling on my ass. My back arched into him as Yoongi flicked his snake tongue against my nipple rapidly, breathy moans left my mouth and filled the air. His hand moved from my ass to lightly trace over my clothed centre.

"I can feel how wet you are, jagi?" Yoongi spoke into the room, moving my panties to the side.

Yoongi ran a finger through my wet folds, collecting my arousal on his fingertip. My eyes followed as he bought his finger to his mouth, openly using his tongue to taste it. The sight sent a shiver down my spine, adding the fire already burning in the pit of my stomach.

"You taste sweet, my dear," he praised, his eyes glinting as he smiled softly.

Yoongi's finger returned to my core, this time running two fingers through my folds. I squeaked when his fingers flicked over my clit, my hands grabbing onto his shoulders as my head fell forward. He rubbed firm circles over my clit and pinched my nipple between his fingers simultaneously, drawing little moans from me, rutting my hips into his hand. His fingers moved towards my entrance, pushing the tip of his in and then bringing it back out. I groaned in frustration as he repeated the action a few more times before finally sinking his index finger inside me.

"You're so tight," Yoongi mused as I became a blubbering mess on top of him, "I'm going to have you stretch you out real good if you're going to take me."

"Yoongi, please," I breathed desperately, looking into his eyes.

Yoongi's hand rose from my breast to my neck as the other kept pumping in and out. He wrapped his hand around my throat, gently squeezing as he added another finger inside me. Curling them towards him, quickly finding my g-spot, he continued to hit it with every thrust of his fingers.

"Yoongi," I whispered, feeling my high about to hit. Instead, Yoongi pulled his fingers out of me, halting my orgasm. I groaned in response.

"Not just yet," Yoongi stated, bring his hand up to my cheek, gently brushing his thumb over my skin. "I have something in mind. Do you trust me?"

Wordlessly, I nodded my head with a small, blissed-out smile. Yoongi, then, shuffled us down further so that he could lay his head against the pillows. He wrapped his arms around my waist, cuddling me to him. His cocks now rubbing between our stomachs.

Yoongi uncoiled his tail from my thigh, his hands holding onto my hips. He softly ran the tip over my skin, causing me to shiver against him, my own hands finding their place on his shoulders. His breath hitched as my movement gave gentle friction against his cocks. Yoongi moved his tail over the curve of my ass. I gasped as I felt the appendage brush against my entrance.

"Easy," he reassured, moving the tip of his tail through my folds, coating the appendage in my wetness.

The tip of his tail returned to my entrance, circling before gently pushing inside as his hands ran up and down my spine. I gasped at the strange feeling, but it felt so good at the same time. He pulled his tail out before pushing it back in, a little deeper this time, causing me to squirm. He whispered sweet nothings as his tail was pushed in deeper, stretching me out, his hand moving up my spine to hold onto the back of my neck.

Yoongi curled the tip, making it hit my g-spot, causing me to let out a moan as my hips started to grind against him. He kept thrusting his extra appendage against that spot, my juices flowing out and onto him. His tail was now stretching me further, my slick aiding to the penetration. He trailed his hand to my chin, pulling my face in front of him and drawing me closer to connect our lips in a feverish kiss.

"I need your cock in me," I whispered against his lips, thrusting my hips to meet the thrusts of his tail.

"Is my tail not enough for you, jagi?" Yoongi teased, holding the side of my face in his large hand and pushing his tail deeper inside me, drawing a strangled moan from the back of my throat. "or are you just that much of a cockslut?"

"Yes," I let out a pathetic moan at the degradation, burying my face in his neck, clenching around his tail.

Yoongi moaned at the sensation, pressing his head further into the pillow, his grip tightening on my hip. He halted my movements, removing his tail from me. I whined at the loss of having him inside me. His hands moved to my shoulders, pushing me up, so I was straddling his hips.

"I want you to ride me," he expressed, running his hands over my thighs.

Showing Yoogni a smirk, I wrapped my hands around his cocks, pumping them slowly. Running both thumbs over the tip of his cocks, smearing the pre-cum leaking from them. I let go of one and brought my hand to his heavy balls, massaging them as Yoongi's hips rose and his body writhed beneath me.

"Please," Yoongi's voice came, his head tossed to the side, hair spread out across the pillow, hands now gripping at the sheets.

I tightened my hold at the base of his cock, causing Yoongi to let out a choked sob. In a matter of minutes, his aura changed. Gone was the confident man speaking what he wanted, now replaced with a needy and desperate sub. I smiled to myself at the realisation.

Rising to my knees, I positioned myself over his cock, teasing myself a little, rubbing the head of his cock through my wet folds, spreading our slick around my entrance. Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but let out a groan instead as I started to sink on his length. My walls clenching around him, drawing him in even more until he was completely buried inside me.

I let myself adjust to his size, and Yoongi tries to catch his breath, his chest dramatically rising and falling with his every breath. We both let out moans of relief as I started to roll my hips against his, bracing my hands on his chest.

"Amazing," Yoongi strained, holding my hips in his big hands, " you are still so tight."

Yoongi's hands guided my hips to rise, his cock barely inside my pussy before I took the liberty to slammed myself back down. The movement caused Yoongi to shout, his fingers digging into my flesh, most likely to cause bruising, but I didn't care.

I lightly ran my hands over his stomach as I returned to a grinding movement, watching the goosebumps rise in my wake. Yoongi's body writhed, letting out whines as I lightly traced a finger over the patterns and ridges of his neglected cock. He hissed as I wrapped my hand around him, pumping him in the rhythm as I bounced on his other cock.

"I'm gonna-" he started, the stimulation now becoming too much for him.

"No, you're not," I spoke sternly, relishing as he cried in frustration as I came to a halt, only clenching my walls around him. "Not yet anyway."

I resumed pumping his cock, this time with both hands, massaging him. His hands gripping the sheets, his back arching off the mattress. I raised my hips, clenching as I did so, before slowly lowering myself back down, repeating a few more times as Yoogni started to let out high pitched mewls.

"You sound so pretty, baby," I praised, pumping his cock with one hand and circling a finger around the tip of his cock with the other, "are you going to cum?"

"Yes," Yoongi vigorously nodded. Pained groans filled the room with each breath he let out. He pushed his feet into the mattress, thrusting up to meet me halfway.

I could feel my high approaching quickly. I braced a hand on Yoongi's chest, keeping a steady pace on his cock with my other hand. The top half of my body started to slump forward, my energy beginning to wear out. Yoongi noticed, moving his hands to my back. He let me fall against him before his hands travelled to my hips, halting my movements. He then used what was left of his energy to pound into me rapidly.

"Yoongi," I moaned, my breath fanning over his ear.

Our moans mingled together, our skin slapping filling the room as our high's quickly came. I moaned Yoongi's name as I clenched and released around him. Feeling me come around him, Yoongi thrusted faster like a mad man. His cocks twitched before he stilled and came with a groan, my name the only word he said before sinking his fangs into the soft skin of my neck. He came inside me, painting my walls white, filling me to the brim. We became still, his cock softening buried in my pussy.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi whispered in my ear, softly stroking my hair as I still tried to slow my breathing. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I'm fine," I breathed, burying my face in his neck, "I'm perfect."

I pressed a soft kiss to his neck, weakly chuckling as I felt his cocks twitch. Yoongi swatted my ass in a warning.

"Don't," he spoke, using his hands to lift me off him gently, "let me calm down first."

I trembled with the promise of him taking me for a second time today. I rolled to the side, too exhausted to move. I heard Yoongi rise from the bed, walking off somewhere. He returned with a wet cloth in hand, using it to clean me up, stopping when he reached my pussy. I gasped as I felt him press two fingers to me, collecting our mixed juices spilling out of me and pushing the liquid back inside me before wiping over my pussy.

Yoongi discarded the cloth in the bin, then maneuvering me under the sheets before getting under himself. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me entirely against his body.

"Rest up, jagi," he whispered against my hair as I snuggled against his side, "we have a few more days of this, my mate."

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[lloydskywalkers]

salt

i’ve been incredibly absent and beyond behind on the show but i happened to glimpse the season finale and i. ah. hm. have yet to process my feelings but i’m tired and kai and nya deserve better so here is a humble offering of pain 

(spoilers for s15 finale!! big spoilers)

Kai’s never liked the taste of salt. Not the bitter, acrid kind that comes with seawater, stinging and choking as it fills your lungs, burning your nose when you gasp for air. Not the dry, sandpaper-aftertaste that lingers on your tongue for hours after. Not the hot, slip of salt that sticks to your cheeks and leaves your eyes red and aching.

He swipes angrily at the fresh burst of warmth that slips free from his eyes, cursing under his breath as he sniffles thickly. The last rays of the sun on the horizon feel like they’re slicing into his eyes, making his head ache further as he desperately squints at the horizon. It’d be easier to look down, away from the brightness of the sun. He knows that.

But he won’t. Kai’s not going to give the sea that satisfaction. He’s not going to even acknowledge it, the ocean where it churns below, the sound of the crashing waves just barely audible from the roof of the abandoned building he’s picked to hide on. The ocean can go on like that, endlessly chasing the shore, and Kai’s not even going to look at it. Never again. He’s hated the ocean for so long, a little longer is—

Forever is—

His breath catches on the edge of a sob, and Kai chokes it back, burying his head in his arms where they’re braced atop his knees. Forever. He’s stuck with the ocean forever. Stuck with the memory of everything that was saved and lost, all at the power that lies beneath the waves.

Kai hates it. He hates it. The ocean can’t make bad tea with him after nightmares in the night. The ocean can’t come up with stupid jokes to pass the hours with. The ocean can’t tease him with a fire that burns brighter than his own.

Even if he did try not to hate it, tried to love it — the ocean can’t love him back.

Something clenches terribly in his chest, like a twisting of a particularly sharp blade, and before the burn in Kai’s eyes can win out again, he grabs the nearest piece of debris, chucks it at the ocean, and screams as loud as his rasping lungs will let him, as if howling out the horrible ache inside him with lessen the pain.

It doesn’t. All Kai is left with is aching lungs, a pounding head, and more hot, salty tears staining his cheeks.

He hates salt. He hates it so much.

Footsteps rustle from behind him, slow enough to consciously let him know he’s being joined. Kai slumps, his legs giving out as he collapses back on the rooftop. There aren’t a lot of people that’d come after him when he’s like this. There’s only one that walks with a barely off-beat gait, the remnant of another injury Kai couldn’t prevent.

“Stupid, isn’t it,” Kai mutters, painfully conscious of how his voice croaks. He gives a ragged, bitter laugh. “At least it’s not a bar this time, right?”

Lloyd says nothing, merely crosses the remaining distance between them to carefully sit beside him. Drawing his own knees up, Lloyd raises his hand, offering Kai a scrap of something white. It takes him a moment to realize that it’s a tissue.

Kai gives a thick snort, this one less bitter. “Thanks,” he says, shakily accepting it. He blows his nose once, twice, wincing at the throb in his head. Lloyd remains quiet, staring out at the horizon. Kai takes a shuddery breath, exhaling as he wipes at his eyes. They sit there in silence, the only sounds the repetitive crashing of waves on the shore below, slow and mocking.

“It’s funny,” Lloyd finally says. His voice is quiet, but Kai can pick up the rasp at the edge of it. Lloyd’s eyes aren’t exactly dry, either. “Back when we thought we lost you all — when Harumi took the city — she was so strong. Said all this stuff about how we couldn’t give up. How we had to keep on living, even without you guys.”

Kai bites his tongue until the sharp burst of copper floods his mouth. He can only find it in himself to be relieved that it drowns out the taste of salt.

Lloyd shakes his head, the watery sheen at the edge of his eyes gleaming. “I keep expecting her to come back and scold us for being like this, you know? But she’s not coming back, is she.”

It’s not a question. It’s a hollow statement, bitter and empty. Kai swallows.

Lloyd makes a choking sound, turning it into a strangled kind of laugh. “Are you going to leave again?”

Kai blinks, long and slow. It’s tempting, he won’t lie. To run from the idea of going back to some semblance of normal, when everything they’ll do will be stained with memories. The idea of even trying without her, when she’s been such a steady presence. The idea of moving on, like it’s possible.

But memories of Nya are going to follow him wherever he runs, and what’s left of them is so fragile — Kai can only find it in himself to cling tighter to his team, before they leave him, too.

Lloyd speaks up again, before he can reply. “Because I’ll come with you, if you want to,” he says, his voice suddenly hot. “I’ll leave. We can both leave, we can all leave. Let’s — let’s leave.”

Kai falters in surprise, and finally glances at him. Lloyd’s gaze is steady, but there’s a manic glint in his eyes, a kind of resolve that might scare Kai had the situation been any different.

“You’re the Green Ninja,” Kai tries.

The glint grows harder. “I’m Lloyd, first,” he says. “I want — I want to be Lloyd, first. Nya—” He cuts off, exhaling shakily before continuing. “Nya wanted to be a samurai. Not a ninja. And now…”

He shakes his head, barely rustling his salt-crusted hair as he glares outward, his eyes fixed on the ocean. “I don’t want that. I want to be Lloyd. Not — not—”

Lloyd’s voice finally wavers, catching on the edge of grief, but Kai gets it. He’s been thinking much the same, after all. If their powers only lead them to this — if he’s doomed to watch Cole fade to the earth, to watch Jay vanish on the crack of thunder, to watch Zane slow and stutter to an icy halt. To watch Lloyd fizzle out on his own crackling energy pushed too far. If he himself is only doomed to burn himself out to the end of his match, to flicker out like a flame in the night.  

He doesn’t want to burn out. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else. He tells Lloyd as much, his voice wavering.

“We can’t leave,” he whispers. “This is — it’s all we know. It’s all we have. And I can’t—” Kai’s eyes are burning again. The ocean’s too close, too loud. “I can’t lose anything else.”

Lloyd’s expression spasms, the hard glint vanishing for something softer, something that looks more like Kai’s little brother. “Oh,” he murmurs. “Oh, Kai, I’m so sorry.”

Kai shakes his head, trying to wipe away the tears before Lloyd sees them, but Lloyd’s already snaking his arms around his shoulders, holding Kai tightly.

“I won’t leave,” he says, fiercely. “We’ll stay. We’ll — we won’t let it go to waste. For her. We’ll stay, for her. If that’s what you want.”

In another time, Kai could laugh, at how easily Lloyd would leave the team for him, now. In this time, Kai could scream again, rage against the setting sun and how the ocean looks beneath it, steady and present and there, always there.

Not like Nya. Not like his sister.

Instead, Kai crumples, buckling against Lloyd as hot, salty tears make tracks down his cheeks. He swallows thickly, his vision blurring over as he watches a wave crash onto the shore.

The taste of salt still lingers on his tongue, like drowning, like death.

Kai hates it.

[duskholland]

Zip It || Peter Parker

prompt ↠ “oh, you want to kiss me so fucking bad, don’t you?” / “... what if I do?”

summary ↠ you didn’t think it could get any worse than the shared bed at the hotel, but then you find out you have to pretend to be peter’s girlfriend for the duration of the mission. it really feels like the universe is laughing in your face. ↠ enemies to lovers, fake dating, college au. word count ↠ 6.3k. warnings ↠ alcohol + a college party, brief use of needles, all the teasing and cursing that comes with an enemies to lovers, and some suggestive tension! this is sfw! a/n ↠ I love this prompt. I’ve wanted to write something based off it for ages, and what better scenario to explore it than in an enemies to lovers fake dating situation lmao? :’) it’s been a while since I wrote anything long with pete so I’m a lil rusty, but this was still a lot fun! I hope you like it

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“Are you falling asleep right now? Seriously?” Your voice is scathing, your face pinched into a scowl as you stare across the hotel room. “Peter, we have to go in an hour.”

There’s the sound of the duvet rustling as Peter Parker very slowly looks up to glare at you. He’s sprawled beneath the covers of the large double bed, the sheets pulled up to his chin. The heat he carries in his eyes as he hears your accusation is considerably softened by the oversized burgundy hoodie he’s being swallowed by, and the fact his hair is wild and unkempt.

“No,” he says, voice cracking from its high pitch. He clears his throat immediately, cheeks flushing a little darker as he grimaces and looks away. “I’m just...chilling, Y/N.”

“Sure,” you reply. You shift around in the uncomfortable armchair in the corner of the room, feeling pain shoot up your back from the hunched position you’ve been in for far too long. “Liar.”

Peter sits up a little straighter, pulling a face. It’s quick to shatter as he yawns suddenly, and loudly, the sound so brash and unexpected that it makes you jump. Amusement mixes with his annoyance as he looks at you, brown eyes glinting almost amber beneath the light from the bedside lamp.

“I’m not lying. I’m just enjoying this really comfy bed,” he says. His pink lips quirk into a smirk, and he looks so fucking smug as he buries himself back beneath the covers. “It’s so warm. I think the, uh, the sheets are satin. Feels like a cloud, or something. And the pillows…” Peter releases a strangled sound, hitting the back of his head off one of the feathery pillows for dramatic effect. “So nice… Um, unrelated, Y/N, but… how’s that chair? Looks pretty uncomfortable.”

You scowl. “Shut up,” you snap. “You’re completely insufferable. I can’t believe I have to be here with you right now.” You drop your voice, speaking in mutters as you add, more to yourself, “why couldn’t it be Cap? Or Natasha? Why’d it have to be you?”

Peter releases a mirthless chuckle. You glance back, watching as he combs a hand through his fluffy brown curls, messy and wild from so long lounging around. He looks a little bit like an angry teddy bear, wrapped up in such a large hoodie, tucked up in bed. You’re quick to push down that thought. There is nothing cute or inoffensive about Peter Parker.

“Do you think I’m any happier than you about this?” he responds, voice dull. “This is the worst mission I’ve ever been assigned to, and that’s saying a lot. Do you remember that one we did, with the, uh, the… The chemicals? In the lab? Or the time that we had to go and deal with all those freaky alien snakes?” he breaks off, shivering, then recomposes himself enough to shoot you a sour look. “This is worse than all of those times.”

The ache in your back from the chair grows too much to bear, so you stand up slowly, trying to hide your expression of pain.

“Well, hopefully, we’ll get this over with soon,” you reply, voice a mutter. You cast him a distrustful look. “I might kill you if I have to spend much longer with you.”

Peter just smirks, rolling onto his side as he snuggles back into bed. “Feeling’s mutual, baby,” he calls out, looking back at his phone.

You sigh, rolling your eyes as you stalk over to your suitcase and pull out your outfit for tonight, followed by a bag of makeup and hair products. You don’t bother to say anything more as you stride into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you for effect. The moment it’s shut, you throw everything down on the counter and grab at the cool porcelain of the basin, staring yourself in the mirror as you try to calm down.

Peter makes you so frustrated. Since high school and the cramped hallways of Midtown, he’s been an irritant to you. Back then, he was always hanging around, crowding your space, infiltrating your friend group. You understood it, at first. He was a new addition to the Avengers, a team you’ve been a part of since you were 14. Maybe it was to be expected that he clung to you like he did back then, and stuck to your side like glue. Maybe you’d liked it at first.

But then he’d grown up. Peter had become cockier, bolder. The biggest transformation was when you both went to college and somehow ended up on the same course, sharing 90% of the same classes. You got to watch as he was scouted by the college lacrosse team, and thus his ego inflated. To most people, you know he appears charming. He’s polite, considerate, compassionate, and those qualities have awarded him both the attention of your entire college population and the acclaim of the citizens of New York. They herald him, repeatedly, as their saviour, and whilst you’re not jealous of the attention he gets, it irritates you.

Peter does stupid things, all the time, and everyone just lets him get away with it. Like when he accidentally webbed you down during a mission or tossed a bomb your way assuming you could magically diffuse it within the five seconds left on the timer. He steals your food from the fridge in the Avengers’ compound every single time, despite the notes and the padlocks you’ve resorted to using. It’s as if Peter is intent on ruining your life, and when he’s not doing it by fucking up a mission, he’s always just...there. Hanging around, with a sly smirk on his lips or a witty remark laying at the tip of his tongue, trying to get a rise out of you.

You can’t stand being around him.

To add insult to injury, you’ve both been roped into working this mission together. It’s an odd pairing—usually, you’d have at least one other member of the team to act as a buffer between you both. This time, though, with the objective being the infiltration of a college party, apparently you and Peter are the only people who look the right age. You think it’s just some elaborate ploy to get you to work better together, but your complaints had fallen on deaf ears.

You sigh as you look at your reflection in the mirror.

As you do your makeup and fix your hair, you try to let go of some of the frustration you feel. You’re jumpy and shaking, feeling like an uncontrollable livewire. You always feel oddly unsettled whenever you’re around Peter, and it’s only been growing worse recently.

A weight rolls from your shoulders when you finish painting your face and fixing your hair. All that’s left is your dress, and you pick it up with a smile on your face. It’s short, one of your own, and a pretty shade of red—the perfect number for a college party. You slip into it, wriggling as the silky material slides up to press against your soft skin. It’s going well, but then...

You can’t reach the zip.

“Fuck,” you mutter, scrunching up your nose as you reach back and paw helplessly at the undone zipper. You’d forgotten when you’d packed it that the high rise of the zip on this particular dress always gives you trouble. “Peter!”

“What?” he yells back.

You grimace and try a final time to grab the zipper yourself.

“Can you come here?”

“Is that how you ask for something politely?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, clenching your fists as you glance up at the ceiling. Through tight, irritated lips, you call back, “Peter Parker, oh generous and kind saviour of New York City, could you please come here and help me?”

You hear the sheets of the bed rustle very slowly, followed by the heavy set sounds of footsteps stomping over the carpet. You wonder if he’s being purposefully annoying, or if he’s just like this. A moment later, Peter opens the bathroom door, sticking his head around the doorframe with a scowl on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, only for the words to catch as his eyes bulge and take in your figure. You stand a little straighter, arching an eyebrow as you watch him swallow, deeply, taking in the tight fit of the dress and the way it clings confidently to your form.

“Uh- oh, uh, what?” he mutters, cheeks burning red.

“Can you get my zip? Please?” you ask, biting back a smile as you see how flustered he’s become. It gives you a rush of confidence that you can’t quite explain to have him looking at you like that. “It’s uh, just too high for me to reach.” You turn so you have your back to him, glancing into the long bathroom mirror to watch him tentatively step forward.

“Yeah,” he responds, voice gentle. He shuffles nearer, still shrouded in that soft hoodie.

You bend down slightly and make sure he’s got open access to the back as you stand still. A small pulse of electricity crackles down your spine when Peter perches one of his warm hands on your bare shoulder, fingertips brushing up against the thin strap as the other curves down to your back.

“You, uh… You look nice,” Peter murmurs. He’s gentle as his fingers tug the zip, and you have to look away from the mirror, something in your chest tightening as you observe how delicate he is with you. It’s a stark contrast to how haphazardly he treats you out on the field when you’re both protected by your suits.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

It’s tense. You can feel his breath coming out across the back of your neck, and you’re entirely aware of the hand resting on your shoulder. As the sound of the zip slowly being pulled up fills the small space of the bathroom, you find yourself holding your breath.

“There,” Peter mutters. He steps back, immediately pulling away all contact with your body, and your skin feels cold without him. You glance in the mirror, seeing that he’s fixed it perfectly, and give him a short nod.

“Thanks,” you say again, lacking any better words. Your brain feels fuzzy.  

Peter’s phone buzzes and you watch as he digs through his front pocket to find it. “Oh!” he exclaims. His nimble fingers pad over the front screen. “They’ve sent through our fake identities.”

“Ooh,” you say, suddenly feeling excited. This is your favourite part of going undercover—the fake names, the fabricated social media accounts, and the backstory you get to spin. Whoever HQ designs for you becomes your character for the night, and it’s thrilling. Makes you feel a little bit like a movie star. “Let me see.”

Peter’s brows furrow and you watch his jaw drop as his eyes widen. He glances at you, nervousness mixing with his frustration.

“You’re not going to like this,” he says.

“Why? What are you talking about? What have they done? Why—”

He passes you the phone with a roll of his eyes, and you snatch it from his hand.

“Oh, yeah, no problem, Y/N, you don’t need to say thanks,” Peter says sarcastically.

Entranced by the phone, you sit on the marble bathroom counter, continuing to scroll through the fake social media profiles as Peter faffs around in front of the mirror. You’re numbly aware of him pulling off his hoodie, then inspecting his teeth and uncapping his tub of hair gel.

The profiles seem fine. You can’t see anything wrong with them. You’ll be Fi Hardy, Peter as Ben Beckerman. You scroll down your own orchestrated instagram feed, seeing photos of you, pictures of typical college things, then…

“Wait.” You feel your breath catch. “What the fuck.”

“Yeah.” You can hear the smirk in Peter’s voice. “I know.”

The tech team back at HQ is incredibly talented. One of their freakiest and most irritating skills is their ability to photoshop photos that look so real it’s disconcerting. Their latest feat seems to be a series of photos of you and Peter together, except, it’s not really you kissing his cheek, and it’s definitely not him with his arms wrapped around you and his face nuzzled into your neck.

“They...want us to be a couple?” you mutter, voice tight.

“Mmm. Gets worse than that, though. Look at the caption on the newest one.”

You scroll back up, eyes catching on the small, almost insignificant detail of the photo. It’s you both, again, standing together at a party that never took place. Your left-hand rests on Peter’s shoulder, and though some of the details are blurry, the presence of a ring is not.

@fi_hardy: feel like the happiest girl in the world. can’t wait to have you as my husband <3

Beneath the post is hundreds of likes, and a stream of comments from fake accounts congratulating the two of you on your engagement.

It makes sense, you suppose. You’ve read the file. You know that the man you’re trying to bug tonight has a history of pursuing taken women, and you suspect that your engagement ring might give you access to him that you might otherwise not get. On a basic level, you understand it, and if it was anyone else assigned as your fiancé, you’d be fine with it. But it’s not. It’s him.

You throw Peter’s phone on the counter angrily.

“Hey!” he yells, quickly snatching it up and cradling it close. “Careful!”

You slip down from the counter, your fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your palms as you pace the short space. Peter jumps out of your way, eyeing you with amusement in his eyes.

“Are you seriously laughing right now?” you quip, needing to direct your irritation at someone.

Peter shrugs. “Maybe. You’re being really dramatic.”

“Oh, well I’m sorry that I don’t particularly like the idea of walking around a party pretending to be engaged to you.” Your eyes widen as you start to think about what this actually entails. “Clearly, these people are gross and affectionate. Have you even thought about what that might mean?”

Peter loses a little bit of his confidence, his cheeks paling slightly. “Well, uh, we don’t have to play into it that much—”

“Yes, we do,” you challenge. “They’ve clearly set it up like this for a reason. If we don’t follow it exactly, then we’ll fuck up the mission.” You meet his gaze, nostrils flaring. “I’m not going to fuck up this mission, Peter, and you better not either.”

“Woah,” he mutters, throwing his hands in the air. His fingers glint beneath the harsh bathroom lighting, still partly sticky from the hair gel. “I’m not planning on messing up the mission.” He tilts his head to the side, chuckling. “I’m gonna be the most convincing fake fiancé you’ve ever had.”

You pause, crossing your arms. “Oh, really?” You raise a brow. “You know, that means you’re going to have to, like… Hold my hand.”

Peter nods, gelled hair staying in place. He copies your movements, biceps bulging against the thin white t-shirt as he folds his arms over his chest.

“Yeah,” he says. He steps a little closer, smirking, and you breathe in the scent of his cologne. “Might even have to kiss you, too.”

Something inside your chest rebels against your irritation, and you find yourself puzzling as an odd combination of emotions strikes you.

“You will,” you say, narrowing your eyes. You look away, trying to shake off the odd feelings in your stomach. “I, uh… I’m going to go and find the rest of my jewellery.” You walk towards the bathroom door, glancing back just in time to catch Peter’s eyes admiring your form. His cheeks flush again, and you raise a brow. “Hurry up,” you mutter. “We need to go.”

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An hour later, you’re there, thrown thick into the fray of a Chicago house party. From the outside, you’d been sceptical—the house looked to be a normal building, smack bang in the centre of a residential street. Inside, though, it wears all the marks of a college party: tacky red cups, a terrible DJ, and a persistent level of noise that makes your ears ache. As a student yourself, you usually love parties, but you will admit it’s a little disconcerting to be at one where you know no one. Undercover and knowing no one but Peter, you find yourself in the back corner of the room with him, his arm thrown easily around your shoulders as the two of you scout the room.

Peter’s presence at your side is merely for protection, and both of you know it. With neither of you in your suits and your skills leaning more towards the pick-pocketing side than his, the plan is simple. You’ll both work together to identify your target, then you’ll discreetly take his phone and pass it off to Peter who will make a copy of all the files. Hopefully you’ll be able to return it to Harry Osborn, the son of the elusive CEO of Oscorp, before he notices that his phone, which contains precious information about illegal scientific experiments, has been taken.

It should be simple.

“Where the fuck is he?” you murmur, squinting your eyes as you survey the crowd. It’s Harry’s party, yet the host hadn’t been on the door, nor does he appear to be in the living room.

“Don’t know,” Peter responds.

You glance up at him, biting back a snarling comment as you get distracted by the sight of his face. It’s quite… It’s quite cute.

Peter’s pulled a blue plaid shirt over the top of his white t-shirt. The cuffs obscure the web shooters he’d refused to leave behind, and the material clings tightly to his torso. He’s buffed up considerably since joining the lacrosse team, and though you despise the way he’s now able to press more than you in the gym, you will admit he looks good with his chest full and muscular.

“Um, Fi?” Peter’s looking at you, eyebrows arched. His thin lips twitch into almost a smile, and he tugs you a little bit closer. You squeak as you fall into him, having to reach up and grab at his shoulders to steady yourself. The glint of the golden band, sitting on your ring finger, draws your attention. “Are you okay, baby? Looking a little bit… Distracted.”

He doesn’t know you were checking him out. There’s no way. He doesn’t.

...Does he?

You smile sweetly, trying to look at him like you’re in love. “Sorry, babe,” you respond. There are people all around you, chatting and swaying to the music, so you have to maintain the rouse. “Got a lot on my mind.”

Peter coos, reaching up to pat your cheek softly. You have to press down the urge to bite his finger.

“‘Course you do,” he soothes. His eyes flitter around your face, then back to the rest of the room as he surveys the crowd. Peter’s expression suddenly clears, and he pats your cheek softly. “He’s here,” he murmurs, voice low. “Eleven o’clock.”

You turn in his arms, sinking back into Peter’s form as he adjusts to hold you in a loose hug. His chin presses into your shoulder, slick hair brushing up against the bottom of your face. His warm grip on your waist makes you gulp.

Harry Osborn has entered the room. The blond is surrounded by a group of his friends and wearing a long, green and purple checkered jacket. Even from across the room, he emanates the stench of old money and thick charm.

“Alright,” you say. You pull away from Peter, having to fight for a few moments to break free from his firm grip. You turn back to look at him, blinking a few times as you take in his unreadable expression. “I’m going in. Stay close.”

Peter gives you a curt nod. “Gotcha,” he says. He drops his voice, eyes darkening. “Be safe,” he adds, voice a little quieter.

You swallow, nodding in return. “You too.”

Before he can say another word, you take off, melting into the crowd with ease. You’ve got a vague game plan building in your mind, but you won’t know the best way to get close to Harry until you get a better read on his character. You know a few things from his file, such as his naturally outgoing personality and a supposed affinity for taken girls, but beyond that, he’s a mystery.

You find a cup of cheap beer and stand fairly near Harry and the rest of his friends. There’s a few of them, standing in a circle, laughing loudly and talking in obscenities. You sway with the rest of the partiers, making direct and focused eyes towards him until he glances up and spots you. His eyes caress your figure, then he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you slap on your best I’m interested face.

Harry excuses himself from his friends, walking over to you, intrigued.

“Hey,” he calls out, falling to a stop in front of you. His wavy blond curls complement the icy depths of his blue eyes. “Do I know you?” His tone is light but curious.

You nod immediately, slapping on a bright smile. “Yeah,” you reply. “We were in the same chem class last semester? I’m Fi.” Your words are instilled with so much brash confidence that Harry accepts them. He leans into you as you step closer and place your free hand up on his shoulder, fingertips feeling the soft material of his jacket. “I always had a bit of a crush on you, if I’m being honest.”

Harry chuckles, looking you up and down with hunger in his eyes. You match his movements, doing it under the guise of checking him out, but really, you’re trying to locate the position of his phone. A frown finds your lips as you begin to suspect it might be in one of his inner pockets. Your brain starts to spin, running through a variety of different actions you could pull that might give you closer access to him.

“You’re cute,” he decides. Harry smirks, then he plucks the red solo cup from your hand and raises it to his own lips. After draining it, he haphazardly throws it behind him, and your eyes follow it as it soars through the air and bounces off someone’s head. A snort slips past your lips as the figure jolts up, and you recognise the bed of brown curls as Peter. “D’you want to dance with me?”

You nod immediately, forcing a smile as you bring your eyes away from Peter, and back to Harry.

“I would love that,” you respond. Harry grins, then reaches forward to take your hand, only to halt as his beady eyes fall on your ring. Your breath hitches as you hope and pray the intel on his romantic tendencies is correct.

“Are you getting hitched?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing.

You shrug, trying to pass it off as a mere inconvenience. You distract him with fingers in his hair, stroking through the ends of his strands.

“Does it bother you?” you coo, stepping up to whisper in his ear. “He isn’t around at the moment, and I really want to dance with you, Harry.”

The blond’s eyes darken, and he shakes his head. “No problem with me, sweetheart,” he bounces back. He tugs you further into the room, and from the corner of your eye, you see Peter following.

You dance together for a while and slowly, you inch closer to Harry. What starts out as a casual exploration of his form with your hands quickly turns into a full-body pat-down, but he doesn’t seem to notice it. As you slide your fingers beneath the heavy material of his jacket, his lips tickle your neck, kissing your skin harshly. You hide a scowl as your fingers shift lower, lower, and finally, you feel it—his phone.

Harry coaxes you away from his shoulder, and you feel disappointment dampen your excitement as he glances at you, slightly flushed.

“D’you want to go upstairs?” he asks, voice sultry.

You pout softly. “Can we just dance? For a little bit longer?” You know if he gives you one more shot at it, you’ll be able to snatch his phone.

Harry nods, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. His palm is cool and calloused, and it feels alien on your face.

“Of course,” he responds, voice soft. His eyes slip down to your lips, and you know what he wants. You think that it’d be a small price to pay for completing the mission. “You’re so pretty.”

He starts to lean in, his touch on your face encouraging you to do the same. Your eyes flutter shut, but before you’re able to seal the deal, something very large crashes into you.

You yelp, being pushed back from Harry. Your eyes spring back open, and nothing short of volatile irritation burns across you as you see that it’s Peter.

“Woah, man, what the fuck?” Harry snaps. “Look where you’re going.”

Peter snarls at him and reaches down to grab your hand. Your eyes widen, and you squeeze his fingers hard.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should watch where you’re putting your hands before you try and make a move on my girl.”

You jolt up, staring at him, horrified. Before Harry can get in another word, Peter’s jerking you across the room, pulling you in the direction of the patio.

“What the fuck?!” you exclaim, voice high. “What did you do that for? Eh? I was so close to getting the fucking phone, Peter!” you drop your voice as you speak his real name. You try to shake yourself out of his grip, only for him to squeeze you tighter.

Peter doesn’t say anything—not until you’re outside, standing away from the rest of the party, shielded in the trees. He drops your hand and starts to pace in front of you, eyes wild, face scowling.

“You weren’t,” he says, pointing at your left hand. “We’re supposed to be engaged. You were going to blow our cover.”

You throw your hands in the air. “Excuse me? That’s bullshit. Both of us know that this,” you pause to throw your hand up and point at your ring, “is part of it. He likes taken girls, idiot. He found it hot. What the fuck is your problem?”

Peter stops pacing, and he stands in front of you, breathing heavily through flared nostrils. His eyes trail across you, and he jumps forward a few steps.

“He was...sleazy,” he says, scrunching up the tip of his nose. “We’ll just take him out another way. Like, we- we can just wait until he’s alone, and jump him. You’ve still got those, uh, those unconscious injection things, right? We’ll just jab him, steal the phone, use the memory wiping ones, and it’ll be fine.” He’s sputtering and stammering over his words, and you press both hands into your waist as you stare at him, incredulously.

“I understand now,” you say, speaking quickly. “You’re jealous.”

Peter’s expression shifts into one of horror. He opens his mouth to speak, but you jump in first.

“No, I’m talking,” you interrupt. You step closer, finding yourself drawn to the fierce anger churning in his eyes. “You want to be the one who gets all the credit for the mission. You can’t stand the thought of me doing the hard work, can you? You’d rather sabotage the whole thing than let me do my job.”

Peter shakes his head roughly, a few strands of his hair bursting free from the confines of the gel.

“No,” he stresses. “That’s not it at all, Y/N. How self-centred do you think I am?”

You laugh coldly. You’re so close now, you can almost feel his warm breath coming out over your face.

“Incredibly self-centred, Parker,” you respond, not even bothering to use his code name. You’re too far away from anyone else for them to hear you, anyway. “You’re selfish, and volatile, and you do whatever the fuck you want to do. You’re no better than a child.”

He blinks a few times, pursing his pink lips. “Well, fuck you,” he replies, voice dancing with irritation. “You think I’m a child? You’re the one who never fails to throw insults at me, or make fun of all the things I like to do. You’re always, always, hanging around me, watching me like I’m about to trip up. You’re the one who’s self-centred and doesn’t let anyone help you. You’re stubbornly independent, infuriatingly curious, and you- you- you make me so mad.”

Peter’s glowing, his cheeks bright pink, and his eyes a rich shade of brown that takes your breath away. You don’t know how to respond, so you fall back to the thought that’s been bouncing through your head since he’d tugged up your zipper.

“Oh, you want to kiss me so bad.”

“...What if I do?”

There’s a tense silence as you meet his eyes. Your chest is heaving, Peter’s too, but in sync, you seem to surge together. His hands go to your waist, and you wrap yours around his neck, and he kisses you, suddenly. You moan from surprise, but you push back into it, twirling your fingers into his hair as you kiss him fiercely. His lips are soft and slightly chapped, but they make you feel warm inside, and you realise in a quick moment that you love the feeling of them moving over yours. When he breaks off to gasp for breath, you’re quick to smother him again, craving the sensation, rejoicing in how nice it feels to be held in his strong arms.

You kiss him, and suddenly you understand why it annoys you so much every time you see him playing lacrosse and being cheered on by the crowds in the stands. It becomes clear why you couldn’t stand the sight of him with MJ. The way your skin crawls and your heart seizes in your chest every time Peter looks at you become explainable.

You kiss him, and it all makes sense.

When your lungs burn for air, you fall back. As you inhale the fresh air instead of his lips, your mind starts to clear.

“Peter?” You whisper.

Peter’s holding your waist, forehead pressed against yours as his ragged breath comes out across your face. When you open your eyes, you see the way his eyes are similarly wide with shock.

“I, uh…”

Suddenly, there’s a loud crash from inside the house. Peter jumps back, eyebrows furrowing as if he’s listening to something.

“Gotta go,” he mutters. “Spidey sense. Stay here.”

You try to reach out to grab him, but he slips away.

“B-Ben!” you call after him, but it’s already too late. Peter’s vanished, and your eyes have little more to grasp but the sight of him running over the patio and vaulting into the room.

You decide to follow him, head spinning.

When you reach the house, you see that one of the tables has been pushed over. You suspect that was the source of the loud noise, but a glance around the room gives you no sight of Peter, nor Harry. Your eyes flutter around the sea of people, and where you draw up blank, you decide you’ll need to comb the house.

Using your intuition, you quickly run up the stairs, dress flapping around the bottom of your thighs. It’s quieter upstairs, but you have to push through a few entangled couples. Worry hangs heavy in your heart. There’s a selection of rooms up here, but the one at the end has its door flung wide open. You squint your eyes and stare into it, gaze widening. It’s the master, and it leads out to a large balcony. On the balcony are Peter and Harry, engaged in what seems to be hand-to-hand combat.

You groan as you run into the room, but the sight of Harry’s jacket strewn across the floor makes you pause. You bend down, rummaging through his pockets and grinning as you feel his phone. After pulling it out, you dig into your slim black bag and pull out the transmission beacon. Whilst keeping half an eye on the fight out on the balcony, you use the other to slot Harry’s phone into the device. As the machine absorbs the intel from Harry’s phone, you stand up and hurry out, digging through your bag as you go to join the fight.

It’s a lot worse now that you’re out here. You’d thought Peter was in control, but now you’re closer, you can see that Harry is holding a sharp, thin knife. Usually, in his suit, Peter would be able to hold his own easily. Yet, it seems that Harry is exceptionally good at close combat, and you find them sparring on an equal level, one of Peter’s sleeves slashed and red blood staining the material.

“Who the fuck are you?” Harry sneers, breathless as he dodges a kick from Peter.

“None of your business,” your partner snaps back. Peter sees you, his face clearing with relief, but it knocks his concentration. You gasp as Harry manages to punch him in the side of the face and Peter goes spiralling back, grunting as the force behind it pushes him onto the cement floor.

“Well, if you won’t identify yourself, I’m sure the coroners will,” Harry snarls. He bends down to kneel on Peter, pinning him down with his wrists and legs.

Panic courses through your veins, but you’re finally able to shake it as you realise the fight has tilted very seriously out of Peter’s favour. You grab one of the syringes from your bag and vault across the large balcony, jumping onto Harry’s back. The man grunts, trying to turn around and take you on, too, but you jam the fast-acting needle into his arm, and he immediately slackens. You fall to the side, crashing onto the patio beside Peter as both of you watch Harry pass out. You wince as the blond falls back, slumping onto the balcony with his eyes closed.

“Shit,” Peter murmurs. He sits up, rubbing at his arm. “Thanks.”

You bring your gaze back to him, uncertain and nervous.

“Uh, you’re welcome,” you say. You swallow deeply. Peter’s eyes are dark but kind, glinting like stars beneath the night sky. “You’re my partner, so, uh… I had to protect you.”

“You saved me. He was this close to gutting me.” Peter holds up his fingers, showing you a tiny space as he smiles shyly.

You shrug bashfully, enjoying the way he’s looking at you.

“I couldn’t let you die,” you whisper.

Peter crawls over to you, and you melt like a candle against his lips as he reaches up to cup your face and kiss you, gently. It’s warmer this time and lacks the frenzied anger that’d tainted the last one. You sigh into it, and relax back, letting him press you down against the cool ground as he chases your lips. Peter shifts over you, planking above you, and the hand messily sprawled over your cheek holds you in place, allowing him to kiss you again and again.

“Wait,” you murmur, pulling back, brows furrowing. The sight of him above you, messy hair falling out around his face makes you smile. “What about your arm?”

Peter makes a noncommittal noise. “Super healing,” he mutters. “Worth it.”

You swallow, ghosting your lips over his again.

“But… But don’t you hate me?” you find yourself asking.

“Nah.” Peter’s smiling, his expression warm. “I think, uh… it was more frustration. I think I… I think I feel the opposite of hate. If you… If you know what I mean.”

Your lips twitch into a wide smile. “I know what you mean,” you reply. Teasingly, you press a very light kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You drive me mad, but… in a good way.”

Peter chuckles, the sound vibrating through the air. “You’re so cute,” he mumbles between kisses. You play with his hair, aching in every single way to feel more of him. The attraction you feel towards him is consuming and fulfilling, and you wonder why it took you so long to get to the root of your feelings. “I, uh… I couldn’t stand the sight of you two together. That’s why I interrupted you guys. Sorry for, uh, blowing the mission.”

You giggle. Finally, Peter shifts away, standing up with a grunt and offering you a hand up.

“It’s fine,” you say. You curl into his side, his hand resting comfortably on your waist as the two of you look down at Harry. He’s snoring loudly. “It was a memory tranq. He won’t remember any of this tomorrow.” There’s a beeping sound coming from inside his room, and you nudge Peter’s side. “That’ll be the data transfer complete, too.”

Peter hums. He looks back to you, handsome eyes flickering over your face.

“So… Mission complete?” he asks, squeezing your waist.

You nod, smiling. “Mission complete.” You step closer and kiss his cheek, your grin widening as he blushes. “You want to, uh… Get out of here?”

Peter quirks an eyebrow, understanding fluttering out across his face. There are a hundred different things you know you’ll need to talk about and work through, but you don’t feel scared about that. You have a feeling that communicating with Peter is about to get a whole lot easier.

“What, to our very exciting hotel room with that really comfy bed?”

You giggle. “Yeah. That’s the one.”

“Mhmm.” Peter grabs your hand and squeezes it, then returns your kiss with a brief scattering of light pecks, stretching from cheek to cheek. “Can’t think of anything better, baby.”

You bite your lip, your cheeks aching from the stretch of your smile.

“Me neither.”

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[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

Sleeping With The Enemy II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Part 3 of 3

Summary: Being a Slytherin yourself doesn’t make you hate Malfoy any less. So why can’t you stop fantasizing about him? (18+)

PART 1 PART 2

A/N: I’m thinking of combining this concept with another series that I’m planning rn because I had so much fun writing this mini series! I hope you guys like the ending! Thank you so much for your support! <3

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader, Words: 3.2k Warnings: post-war Hogwarts, smut, swearing, oral sex (male receiving)

Once again, an image was stuck in your mind.

This time however, it was way worse than your ex and Pansy. It was of Draco Malfoy and Pansy. Of his hips thrusting into her; of her legs wrapped around his waist, accompanied by the sound, sweaty bodies slapping against each other. It haunted you whenever you closed your eyes, it followed you into your dreams that night. You still couldn’t believe that happened to you. Twice in one week.

At breakfast you could barely look at them. You sat at the far end of the table, next to Millicent, keeping your head down. In your first period, it was the same. You were glad they were both seated behind you. Well, until Professor Slughorn decided to pair you into groups. He chose Malfoy as your partner.

What a huge surprise.

Of fucking course.

“Did you sleep well last night?”, Malfoy asked nonchalantly while reading the instructions.

You almost dropped the glass of snails. “Exceptionally well,” you then said and cleared your throat. You didn’t have to look at Malfoy to know that he was smirking. Clenching your teeth, you continued working in silence.

Malfoy spoke again after a few moments. “Never would have thought you’d be into something like that.” He walked past you to grab a bottle with snake blood from the other side of the table. When he did that, his arms brushed your side. You hated yourself for the shiver that ran down your spine.

“Something like what?”, you asked innocently. “The smell of honey?” You gestured towards the cauldron where a pink liquid bubbled, smelling like honey and wildflowers. The potion could let the person who drinks from it forget anything they want. How fitting, you thought. Exactly what you needed right now. It was also extremely toxic when given too much.

“Watching.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks. “Don’t, Malfoy.” You kept your eyes on the liquid. “If I didn’t know it’d kill me, I’d stick my head into the cauldron right now to erase the memory from my mind. So can we please just … forget it. Please?”

“Begging suits you.”

You groaned. “Fucking hell, Malfoy.” Everything seemed to be a joke to him.

The blonde Slytherin chuckled at your reaction and for the first time since you started working together, you looked at him. His stormy eyes sparkled with mischief and he lowered his voice when he continued: “I don’t want to forget about it.”

Me either. You stared at him.

“Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Malfoy, are you making progress?”, the voice of your Professor made you flinch. Slughorn had appeared next to you, looking curiously into the cauldron.

“We’re almost there, Sir,” Malfoy replied and your cheeks burned. “Almost there.”

***

The remaining lessons of the day followed the same plot - you sat far away from Malfoy and Pansy and avoided eye contact at all costs. It worked perfectly - until your eyes accidentally wandered over to his table.

He wasn’t writing. His quill layed loosely in his hand and his gaze was fixated on you. Only then you realized what you did - 

You bite down on your lip when you concentrate or listen to the professors, Malfoy had said during that faithful night where you first talked, combine that with your skirt riding up your thighs and …

You crossed your legs, causing your skirt to ride up even higher. Malfoy shifted in his seat. When you felt the soft tingling in your stomach, you turned your head away.

***

“Theo, if you don’t stop eyefucking that Hufflepuff right now, you’re gonna sit on the bench and watch today. I am not losing against Gryffindor - again,” Blaise looked at the Chaser with narrowed eyes.

Your team members chuckled and Theo only rolled his eyes at Blaise - however not before winking at the 6th year Hufflepuff who gave him a little wave in response as she walked towards the stairs.

You stood outside the Slytherin locker rooms, all dressed in your quidditch uniforms. Today was the second game of the season and your team captain was dead set on winning it.

“Maybe Y/N should sit on the bench today, Blaise,” Malfoy suggested. “I heard she’s good at watching.”

You clenched your jaw. “Then you probably also heard that I’m even better at kicking your ass.”

“Please,” he raised one eyebrow. “I want to see you try.”

“Alright, whatever this is, stop it.” Blaise sighed. Apparently, the whole team seemed a little distracted today. “This is the second game of this year but it’ll also be the first game we win. So, pull yourselves together and make the Gryffindors regret the day they were born.”

You lost the game.

It was embarrassing, really. In the history of Quidditch, not once did Slytherin loose this high to the Gryffindors. When you walked off the field afterwards, heads hanging and accompanied by the laughter and songs of the Gryffindors, Blaise was fuming. It came to no surprise to you that he ordered you and Malfoy inside the boys locker room, after everyone had left.

“Both of you - in here,” he demanded in a sharp tone. Draco returned from the far end of the room while buttoning his shirt. You leaned against the doorframe, annoyed and frankly tired. A lecture from your team captain was the last thing you needed right now, considering you’d get one at the next training session anyways. Blaise looked back and forth between you and Malfoy before announcing: “Get your shit together?”

You raised your eyebrows. “What?”

“We all get it, you hate each other,” Blaise began. Malfoy snorted. “But if you let this affect our Quidditch games I have no choice but to …”

“To what?”, the blond one asked.

“Kick you off the team.”

Your eyes widened and you straightened up, taking a step inside. “So, Malfoy is the one who keeps making inappropriate comments and I’m the one who gets kicked off the team?!” You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Are you for real, Blaise?”

He looked at you calmly. “You are distracted.”

“Because he distracts me.” You gestured at Malfoy who rolled his eyes.

“During the last training sessions, you didn’t focus and kept your eyes on him instead of the Quaffel. Didn’t matter whether or not Draco said something beforehand,” Blaise said. “So, to answer your question - yes, I’m for real.” 

You swallowed. You were speechless (and a little embarrassed). You opened your mouth but then closed it again.

“Don’t, Draco,” Blaise shot his friend an annoyed glance. You quickly noticed why - Malfoy watched you, amused. He obviously held back a grin. When Blaise confronted him, he gave a dismissive wave. “Give it a rest, Zabini.”

“No, I won’t,” Blaise scoffed, “stop trying to get her attention unless it’s Quidditch related. It’s annoying and I won’t allow it in my team.” He looked back and forth between you again. “Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” Malfoys voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Yes.” You nodded, anger still burning inside of you. Blaise nodded, not content but slightly less mad, and left. You decided to find him later and talk a little sense into him.

It was quiet for a while.

“Should have fucked him when you had the chance.” Apparently Malfoy was incapable of keeping his thoughts to himself - no matter how stupid they were.

“Oh, when will you ever shut up?!”, you sneered at him. “I can’t believe you almost got me kicked out of the team!”

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your eyes off me.”

“Right,” you laughed bitterly. “Oh, don’t give me that look. You stare at me, you make inappropriate -”

“Stop saying I’m the one who’s inappropriate when you literally watched me fuck your best friend last night.” 

This managed to shut you up. You gasped at his words and then the image appeared in front of your eyes again. His hair that was still messy from the shower resembled his hair from last night after Pansy had tugged on it and run her fingers through it.

“Did you know we’d meet there?”, Draco continued. “Did Pansy tell you?”

“Of course not!”, you exclaimed, “What’s wrong with you!”

“What’s wrong with you for not leaving?” Malfoy walked towards you until only a few steps separated you.

“You would have caught me!”

“I caught you anyways.”

“I’m sorry,” the apology left your mouth before you could think about it.

You saw a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “For what?”

“I should have left.”

Malfoy looked at you. He was so close. So awfully close that you could smell his spearmint shampoo. And there was something else … something beneath that fresh scent. He smelled like sex. You smelt it before, you realized. But this time … this time it was because of you.

“Why didn’t you?”, Draco finally asked in a low voice.

“I couldn’t.” You were trapped in his gaze.

“Why?” He moved his hands slightly and they brushed against yours. Your breath shuddered.

“Because I keep thinking about -”, you trailed off.

“About what?”

“What you said that night.” The words were barely a whisper. You were scared he might have not understood you, unsure about whether or not you could repeat them.

“Do you want me to turn it into a reality?”

Your heart began to pump faster in your chest, you were scared it might jump out of it. The second the question left his mouth, you knew the answer to it. Your body knew the answer to it. The way, the hair on your arms and neck stood up, told you.

It would be like an itch. You would scratch it once (maybe twice) and then it would be gone. Forgotten. You could go back to hating him and finally start grieving your lost relationship. Your breathing hitched when he tilted his head and his eyes dropped to your lips.

“Yes,” you said.

Your lips collided and the world stood still.

You felt his hands on your hips immediately, pulling you closer to him, as his lips worked tirelessly against yours. When they parted, his tongue slipped into your mouth and it swallowed the soft moan. Before the war, before he became a Death Eater, there were rumours floating through Hogwarts passed by giggling girls and jealous boys. How many times did you hear Pansy swoon over the way he kisses, the way his lips taste against hers? Countless times. And yet, nothing could have prepared you for this.

He was leading and it came to no surprise to you. You lost yourself in him, all the doubts and anger and embarrassment from the past days faded away, and all that was left were his lips against yours. His hands found your hair, tugging on it sharply to expose your neck. You whined when he traveled down to kiss the sensitive skin on there.

“Fuck,” you whispered as he sucked on the skin before abruptly pushing him away.

Draco looked up, visibly confused. You smirked, your hand still on his chest, as he walked backwards until he felt the bench against the back of his legs. You pushed him down and straddled him, your skirt riding up your thigh. When you let your hips roll against him, you heard it again - the same low moan from the night before. It resonated within you, causing you to press yourself tighter against him and deepen the kiss. You felt his erection and an ache began to grow inside of you. Just feeling it like this … you could imagine how big he truly must be. You wanted, no, you needed to see it, feel it, taste it. 

His hands searched for the hem of your skirt and you felt his fingers trailing up your thigh. “Not yet,” you whispered and playfully pushed them away. Keeping your eyes locked, you slid down his lap and in between his legs. A smirk spread to his lips as you unzipped his pants.

His cock sprung free, fully erect and dripping. You gulped at the sight, your panties dampening. You reached for his shaft and Draco let out a sharp hiss when you gave it a few good, hard strokes. His breathing became ragged and when the look in his eyes darkened, you leaned forward and licked over the length of his cock. Your tongue circled over the top and you moaned when you tasted the salty precum.

“Tease,” Draco mumbled and you chuckled.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” you whispered in response.

“I want you to take my cock in your mouth,” he said, “take it like the - ah, fuck!”

Your mouth closed around his shaft and he let his head fall back. His eyes fluttered shut as you began to bop your head up and down. You couldn’t take him all in so your hand pumped him in the same rhythm as you sucked him off. Moans and curses escaped his lips. “I knew there was a reason why I wanted to fuck you all this time.” 

You moaned around him, the familiar ache growing stronger and stronger inside of you. It was the same sensation you had felt the night prior. But now you weren’t forced to stand aside while he fucked another girl - now you were the one making him tremble. Draco’s hand found your hair, guiding you.

You gagged when his cock hit the back of your throat and he cursed. “Good girl,” he was out of breath, “sucking my dick like the good little slut you are …”

You looked up at him through your lashes - and you thought he looked beautiful the night before? Well, this was truly a sight for the gods. Seeing him staring down at you, his blonde hair hanging down messily, his eyes dark with lust - if your panties weren’t completely soaked before, they sure as hell were now.

You sensed that he was close. His legs started to tremble, he tightened the grip in your hair, and then he abruptly pulled you up. If you had it your way, he would come inside of your mouth. You wanted nothing more than for him to release himself inside of you as he fucked your mouth. Draco had different plans. 

He got up, his clothes falling to the ground quickly, and pushed you against the locker room wall. You licked over your lips before his mouth claimed yours again in a hungry kiss. He ripped at your blouse, buttons clattering on the ground. His hands explored your body, grabbing and squeezing and then he finally, finally, slipped underneath your skirt and panties. You moaned loudly when his fingers teasingly stroked over your wet folds.

“Oh, you’re soaked, darling,” he chuckled cockily.

“Shut up and touch me already,” you shot back.

“Your wish is my command.” You felt the smile against your skin and then pleasure exploded inside of you. His fingers circled over your clit, stroking, teasing, flicking over the sensitive skin and your moans turned into whimpers and pleads and begs. With every movement of his hand did he push you closer to the edge. You were so close, so fucking close - Draco stopped.

Your eyes flew open in anger but then you felt him pressing against your entrance. He looked at you, his grey eyes searching for something in yours - you nodded. The simple sign of consent wasn’t enough.

“Ask for it,” he growled.

You snorted. “What?”

His thumb flicked over your clit once more and you moaned. “Shit,” you managed to get out breathlessly. “Oh, fuck me, Malfoy!”

His cock pressed against you. You would just have to buckle your hip and he would slip inside of you. “I said,” his hot breath sent shivers down your spine, “ask for it and say my name!”

You whimpered. “Please, Draco, please will you fuck me? I need you.”

He thrusted into you in one swift movement. Your walls stretched around him and it was almost too much. The pleasure almost bordered on pain, but gods, if this wasn’t the most delicious pain you had ever felt in your life. He gave you only a little time to adjust before he started pounding into you.

“You have no idea what you did to me last night,” he whispered in between sloppy kisses. “When I saw you …”

“It was so fucking hot,” you said, another loud moan escaping your mouth as he sped up. For a second you were scared someone might hear you and come in but the thought got chased away when Draco groaned in your ear.

“I forgot all about her, I only thought about fucking you. The look in your eyes … let me see them …”

His hips stuttered when your eyes met. Your body arched against him when he shifted, hitting that sweet spot from a different position. You didn’t think it was possible for you to become even wetter but slick juices ran down your leg. “I thought about you tonight,” you whimpered, “touching me … taking me …”

It was true. When Draco and Pansy had left the Astronomy Tower and you were up there all alone, a moment of weakness overcame you. The pleasure inside of you had grown too strong and in the haze of the aftermath, your body craved release. You came silently, the image of his grey eyes staring at you still in your mind. Shame had followed quickly. Shame and embarrassment by what you did.

“Fuck,” Draco groaned before he loses all control. There was nothing sweet or slow about his thrusts anymore - he fucked you violently, took you as he pleased. His hands gripped you so tightly, you knew it would leave bruises but the sharp pain was drowned out by the pleasure. It built and built inside of you; your legs started shaking and then you heard him calling out your name before the orgasmn rolled over you like a wave. You held onto him desperately, cursing loudly as you came all over his cock. Draco followed shortly after, pounding into you, moans escaping his throat, until he finally released himself. Warmth spread inside of you and you shuddered.

Your breath trembled as you rode out the last waves of the orgasm. When Draco pulled out of you, the sudden emptiness allowed a last, short whimper to escape your mouth. He lowered you to the ground carefully, before sitting down next to you.

You leaned against the wall with your eyes closed. When your breathing calmed down you turned your head towards him. He looked at you, his chest rising and falling steadily.

“I understand the hype now,” you said after a few more moments.

He raised an eyebrow. “The hype?”

“Around you,” you make a vague gesture in his direction. “I understand now.”

Draco snorted. “I’m flattered,” he said dryly. “But this wasn’t my best work.”

“It wasn’t?”

He shook his head.

“Then what is?”, you asked curiously.

“Get under the shower and I show you.”

***

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The Durmstrang (Hermione Granger x Reader)

After making the decision to transfer from Durmstrang Institute, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to get a much needed fresh start, you immediately meet The Golden Trio, who completely changes your life for the better, though one of them changes it more so than the others, and that is Hermione Granger.

                                                            1.

Hermione Granger nearly chokes on her punch when the doors to The Great Hall swing open and Igor Karkaroff walks in, but as she comes to learn moments later, he isn’t alone.  

Harry couldn’t help but glance at Hermione when you walk in, wearing the same hat you’d worn the last time you were at Hogwarts, your long coat hanging from your shoulders, covering your red Durmstrang Uniform.  

Everyone watches as you and Karkaroff struts through The Great Hall, the epitome of dominance and strength, your heads held high in confidence.  

Hermione clears her throat, glancing away from you.

She’d never told anyone, though Harry and Ron caught on rather fast, that she’d been interested in you when you came to Hogwarts with the Durmstrangs, the girl surprised to see a woman among them.  

She of course, didn’t have the nerve to tell you, not when you had women falling at your feet left and right.  

Why would you be interested in someone like her?  

You were everything that a Durmstrang should be, tall, broad shouldered and muscular, something Hermione couldn’t help but notice.  

As she said though, she wasn’t the only on who noticed.

Girls clambered after you, all wanting to go to the Yule Ball with you, but you’d instead went alone, denying each and every one of your admirers a dance.  

Though confident, you rarely talked, choosing to remain silent and observe rather than speak.  

She’d seen you in the library multiple times, reading a new book each and every time.  

Few words were shared between Karkaroff and Dumbledore before you turn on your heels and move through The Great Hall, all eyes on you.  

You glance around The Great Hall, stopping only when your eyes settle on Hermione.  

Hermione’s brown orbs widen when you stop beside her, a grin stretching across your face.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You motion to the empty spot beside her and she blinks rapidly.

The girl remains silent, mouth opening and closing a few times before she decides to nod instead.  

The Great Hall fills with whispers, many of the girls glaring her way as you take a seat beside her.  

“Hermione, right?” You smile kindly, Hermione’s cheeks flushing pink.

“Th-That’s-

Hermione stops midsentence, flustered that you’d even remembered her name.

“You know you have to be sorted before sitting down.” Ron gripes, and Hermione's eyes narrow.

“Ronald.” She growls.

You simply smile, brushing off his annoyed tone.

“I have been.” You say in a thick Bulgarian accent.

“So, you’re a Gryffindor?” Hermione asks and you nod.

“A Gryffindor.”

                                                            ***  

The start of your time at Hogwarts had been going better than you’d expected, all thanks to a certain bright and bushy haired Gryffindor.

Fate had brought the two of you together, well, more like Professor McGonagall did, asking Hermione to help you get settled in and show you around the castle.

Hermione had been instrumental in your adjustment from Durmstrang Institute to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, listening each and every time you complained about the new uniform.

Hermione was surprised to learn that beneath your bulky, muscular exterior, you were incredibly intelligent, and shy, though she should’ve known since you spent so much time in the library, alone in her 4th year.

Considering you spent so much time with Hermione, nearly every girl in then school was jealous, which meant being treated rather unfavorably, more unfavorably than usual.  

Hermione is pulled out of her thoughts when you take a seat beside her in The Great Hall, a small smile stretching across your face.  

“Hermione, I have not yet thanked you.” You grin, the woman’s brows arching.  

“For what exactly?” She asks and you chuckle.  

“You’ve made the transition here smoother than I thought it might be and I am rather grateful.”  

Hermione’s cheeks flush when you take her hand, bringing it to your lips before kissing the back of it.  

You give her hand a squeeze, releasing it with a charming smile.  

Hermione clears her throat, obviously caught off by the gesture.  

“Y-You’re welcome.”  

You nod, turning towards your plate of food, completely unaware that the woman beside you is doing everything she can to bite back a giddy grin.  

                                                          ***

Luckily for you, Quidditch tryouts had yet to take place, meaning you had a chance of joining the team.  

Hermione had come to the pitch to watch Harry, Ron and Ginny, but when she spotted you, a bat in hand she couldn’t help but grin, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering their wings.

The more time she spent with you, the fonder she’d grown, soon she didn’t see spending time with you as being your guide, she saw it as spending time with a friend, a friend she’d felt something more than friendship for.

Hermione’s attention snapped back to the pitch when you rose to your broom, along with the rest of Gryffindor.  

Her brown orbs finding Harry as he flies around the pitch watching the others fly around the pitch, Chaser and Beaters alike.

Hermione grimaced as you flew full force at a Bludger catching it with your bat and smacking it towards an opposing Beater, nearly taking him off his broom, all the while wearing a cocky smirk.  

You were skilled that was obvious, and it was also obvious that Harry zeroed in on that skill.  

By the time practice ended, you were guaranteed a spot on the Gryffindor team.

What made getting on the team that much sweeter though, was when you realized Hermione was among those in the stands watching the try outs.

You make your way off the pitch, smiling when you realize Hermione was waiting, you figured she was waiting on Harry and Ron, but when she approached you, the two of you walking side by side, you smiled shyly.  

“What did you think?” You ask and Hermione grins.  

“You’re obviously incredibly talented and CERTAINLY fit to be a Beater.” She shrugs, your smile widening as your cheeks flush.  

You stop, head cocking to one side.  

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused and Hermione’s eyes widen.  

“I-I meant...” She stops clearing her throat. “I mean you certainly have the b-b-build.”  

Your eyes widen, the two of you staring at one another, embarrassed.  

“Blimey, why’s your face so red?”  

The two of you jump, turning towards Harry and Ron who’d decided to join the two of you, Ron looking utterly confused, whereas Harry looks at the two of you knowingly.  

You rub the back of your neck, the flush on your cheeks disappearing as you stand up straighter, unwilling to allow yourself to look anything but intimidating in front of anyone who wasn’t Hermione.  

“See you at dinner?” You ask with a smile and Hermione nods, hugging the book she was carrying to her chest.  

“Of course.”  

You turn, giving Ron and Harry a nod before you strut off.  

Hermione watches you go, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth and cheeks dusted pink. She gives her head a shake before turning to Ron and Harry, the two boys sharing a glance.  

“Fancy the Durmstrang, do you Hermione?” Harry teases and the woman rolls her eyes, huffing before she marches off.  

Ron glances at Harry.

“You really thing she fancies the Durmstrang?” He whispers and Harry nods.  

“Oh, she does.”  

                                                          ***

Weeks passed and soon, it was time for Gryffindor's first Quidditch match, a match against Slytherin, their most formidable foe.  

Hermione makes her way through The Great Hall, brown orbs darting from face to face in search of you.

“Looking for your girlfriend Mudblood?”

Hermione rolls her eyes at the sound of Malfoy’s voice.

She was about to simply ignore him when thundering footsteps sounded throughout The Great Hall, drawing literally everyone’s attention.

“What did you just say?” Hermione turns around, staring wide eyed at the scene before her.

You were standing over the blonde Slytherin, his eyes wide in terror as you glare down at him, wearing a look Hermione had never seen before.

“I-I-I…” He stutters, unable to look you in the eye.

Hermione gently grabs your arm.

“Y/N, he’s not worth it.”  

You shake your head.

“I will not stand for him calling you that.” You growl angrily, your accent thickening as your anger rises.

“Y/N-

Malfoy tries to swallow the lump in his throat when you start growling at him in Bulgarian, your words rushed and jumbled.  

You’re so angry you don’t even realize that Hermione is leading you away, your Y/E/C orbs locked with Malfoy’s as you spit venomous words at him in your native language.  

You don’t even realize you’re being led to sit down until your bottom hits the seat across from Harry at the Gryffindor table.  

You turn to Hermione, eyes narrowed.  

She shakes her head.  

“Malfoy isn’t worth it.” She whispers and you growl, turning back towards the blonde haired boy, shooting him a fierce glare.  

Malfoy abruptly runs out of The Great Hall, his goons following behind him as he whines about contacting his father.  

Your eyes stay locked firmly on The Great Hall’s entrance, waiting for the blonde to come back, of course he doesn’t.  

You turn around to face Hermione, noticing the massive grin on Harry’s face.  

“That was brilliant!” Ron exclaims with a grin, his mouthful of food.  

Ron had been skeptical of you at the start, considering he wasn’t a fan of one, Victor Krum, but the more he saw how happy you made Hermione, happier than he’d ever seen her, the more he realized you were different than him.  

“Little snake.” You growl, shaking your head.  

“Malfoy is Slytherin through and through.” Ron shakes his head. “His father is a Death Eater after all.”  

Only Hermione notices the slight flicker in your Y/E/C orbs after Ron says that, the look unlike anything she’d seen before.  

You clear your throat.  

“Draco is the Seeker for the Slytherin Team, right?” You ask Harry and the boy nods.  

“He is.”  

“Why?” Hermione asks confused and you smirk.  

“Just curious.”  

                                                          ***

Draco Malfoy nearly falls off his broom when you use your bat to send the Bludger flying his way, intercepting it from smacking into Harry and instead smack it at the Slytherin seeker.

Hermione covers her mouth to hide her giggles, realizing now why you’d asked what Malfoy’s position was.

You’d been making his life a living hell since the whistle blew, using the Bludger to drive him, and other Slytherin players off course, which resulted in Gryffindor scoring a number of times.  

Out of the corner of your eye you spot Harry zooming past you, obviously chasing after the Golden Snitch.  

Malfoy follows your gaze, smirking, before he flies after Harry, the two soon neck and neck.  

In a split-second decision you fly straight towards an approaching Bludger, the Gryffindor's watching you in surprise and shock as you jump to your feet, balancing on your broom as you double-fist your bat.  

“HARRY!” You yell, grabbing the boy’s attention, the seeker slowing down as you slam your bat into the Bludger, sending it flying towards Draco who’s so enthralled with grabbing the Snitch, he doesn’t see it coming.  

It smacks him in the shoulder, sending the boy falling to the ground, though it’s not a long fall considering the Snitch was so low to the pitch.  

You smirk as he rolls cross the field, the Slytherin’s gasping in shock before they glare up at you.  

Professor McGonagall shakes her head when the Gryffindor's cheer at Malfoy’s tumble.  

You catch Hermione’s gaze in the crowd, a charming smile stretch across your face.  

You send her a wink before you fly away, Hermione’s cheeks flushing.  

Soon, the Gryffindor's are cheering for another reason, the whistle blowing loudly as Harry swipes the Snitch from the air, winning the match for the team.  

You throw a fist in the air, letting out a cheer as Harry flies up to you, smacking your gloved had with his.  

“Again, that was brilliant!” Ron says as he joins the two of you, smirking down at Malfoy who’s being carted off the field with the help of his usual goons and Professor Snape.  

“I don’t think he’ll be calling Hermione a Mudblood anytime soon.” Harry smiles and you nod.  

“If he does, I’ll take my bat to him.”  

                                                          ***

The second you step into the Gryffindor Common Room everyone cheers, Sheamus Finnigan patting you on the back, while Dean Thomas gives you a high five.

You almost immediately find Hermione in the crowd, the girl rushing towards you, throwing her arms around your neck, giving you a tight squeeze.  

You stiffen for a moment, though when Hermione is about to pull away you reciprocate, wrapping your arms around her, giving her a gentle squeeze.  

“You did absolutely amazing!”  

Though after the words leave her mouth, she smacks your arm.  

“What was that for!?” You ask, confused and Hermione’s eyes narrow.  

“Are you mad!? Standing on your broom like that! You could’ve been injured!” She cries and your eyes widen.  

Hermione’s eyes narrow when you start to smile.  

“I’m serious! Why are you smiling!?” She smacks your arm again and you grin.  

“I didn’t know you worried about me so much Hermione.” You shrug and she rolls her eyes.

“Well, of course I do! I-

Hermione’s mouth slams shut before she can start rambling, her brown orbs widening.  

You surprise her by taking her hand, much like you had in The Great Hall, and press a kiss to the back of it, though this time your lips linger a bit longer before you pull back.  

“I’m honored that you worry about me, Hermione.” You beam, the muggle born shuffling nervously on her feet.  

“I-

You nod your head towards the cheering Gryffindor's.

“Would you like to accompany me to the celebration?” You ask, holding your arm out and Hermione shakes her head, giggling as she takes your arm.  

“Lead the way.”  

Alright, this is the first in what is going to be around a 13-14 chapter story, all of it apart from the ending has already been written, though I already have the end planned...

I just REALLY want to know what you guys think, I would really REALLY love to hear your opinions on the story so far and if you’d like to read more.