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sunfire-forever · 4 years ago

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Punishment time part 2

Part 1

Pairing: The Boyz Juyeon x The Boyz Eric x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: smut, threesome, dom!juyeon, switch!eric, sub!reader, oral (receiving + giving) , 18+ , double penetrati0n, nipple play, usage of toys, swearing, teasing, just extremely filthy

Summary: After a wild night spent with your best friend's flatmate without your bestie knowing, you are coming back to their apartment. It is your birthday and they are waiting for you with a proper gift, making this night definitely one that you and your body will never forget.

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You woke up to the morning sunlight shining from Juyeon's window to your face. Juyeon had his arm wrapped around you caressing your naked body under his blanket. You could still smell his parfume mixed with many other scents from the night before. His muscles around you made you feel so safe and sound. You needed a few minutes to realize that the past night was not a dream and you were thinking about if you could even walk from so much pleasure the man next to you gave you. You turned around to look at him. Juyeon was dead gorgeous. He was still sleeping yet his messy hair made him look so cute and innocent - completely opposite to what happened last night.

You looked at the clock and it was already 10:27am. Oh my goodness, you needed to go home! You didn't plan to have sex with your best friend's flatmate but even more you didn't plan to stay overnight. There were so many thoughts in your head - how should you behave after this? how will Eric react - does he already know? and what was the comment Juyeon said about Eric, was it true?

You needed to put away these thoughts for awhile and just get your ass out of the room before Juyeon wakes up. You put on your clothes, packed your things and quietly exited the room. You peeked in the room next door which was Eric's trying to see if he is sleeping but no one was there. After turning around and letting a sigh of relief, you went to put on your shoes. After tieing up your shoelaces where you needed to squat, you raised up again seeing 2 legs in front of you.

"Eric Sohn! What are you doing here?"

"Um it's my apartment I guess. You look messy, what happened to you? Here - your charger."

You completely forgot that you were supposed to meet because of the charger. Gosh, you've had luck since if didn't hear anything thinking you came for the charger.

"Thanks!" you said trying to look as less obvious as possible. "By the way, why do you have a cake in your hand?", you ask noticing him holding a cake as well.

"Hm, I wouldn't think you'd forgot your own birthday tomorrow but yeah I bought it for you"

Oh shit, that's true. Your birthday was tomorrow and you didn't think of it at all.

"Wow Eric, thank you! But it's too early to eat it now..."

"True, but you can come by in the evening and we can wait for midnight together just like we do every year."

"Sounds like a plan" you said.

"Yeah the cake was meant to be a surprise, y/n" - Eric said while accompanying you to the door, you already going outside. He gazed at you and made a dramatic pause.

"But I guess we need to think of another surprise for the night" he said slowly, while the door closing in front of your eyes watching Eric's mischievous smile get out of your sight.

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8:00pm. Juyeon and Eric's apartment.

You waited in front of the doorstep checking yourself out in the reflection of the door.

Every time you've entered this apartment you were in some sort of hoodies, sweaters, clothes for chilling out and relaxing.

But today, that was not the case.

You rang the bell and the door opened.

"Hey y/n what's up.. Ohhhhh myyy" - you heard Eric say in awe.

You took your birthday as a reason good enough to look smoking hot. Sexy. Seductive.

You wore a tight red see-through dress and black lacy bra and fishnet tights underneath.

You had a choker around your neck and you were smelling like roses. And yes, you were standing like this in front of your best friend. He doesn't need to know that you drank 3 glasses of soju before you came here. You just enjoyed this confidence and thought it's completely appropriate for your birthday. He also looked very handsome with a black unbottoned shirt.

You entered the apartment . "I'll go to the basement and get the beer", said Eric leaving your sight. You bent down to take your heels off and while squating you felt a big hand grabbing your butt.

"Hello princess."

You threw your heels on the side and stood up while the hand still grabbing your booty.

*Shit* you said in your head. This was unfair.

In front of you was Juyeon, looking like the most fuckable creature in the world. He had a black t-shirt and extremely tight leather pants on. His forehead was showing and he was looking at you like you're a treat he is just about to taste.

"Miss me?" he asked.

"Oh what do you think?" you replied moving his hand from your butt under your dress to your core. His hands were going over your cold skin and fishnet tights and when they reached the end point, you saw his expression change.

Maybe you decided to leave your panties home making his cold fingers directly over your core. This small thing made you notice his bulge becoming more evident making him go crazy even if he didn't want to show it much, his body revealed all signs. He leaned in for a kiss, but the moment got interrupted by the sound of Eric's steps approaching the living room from the basement.

"I brought the beer!" Eric shouted while you two got your hands off of each other. In the end, Eric doesn't know anything. You tried to act normal, although the chemistry and sparks between Juyeon and you were on fire.

An hour and 10 beers later, the three of you were all on the couch comfortably next to each other. In the beginning you were all just regularly sitting, but many laughs and celebratory cheers afterwards you were all laying down. You were in the middle and as the night approached, you comfortably turned around to your bestie Eric him hugging you from the back. You used to hug a lot, this was nothing new. He was also the one who liked skinship and sometimes you also played video games in this position. But as he was holding you in your arms and hugging you, he started doing something so far unknown. He took your palms and started slowly massaging them. This felt so good. You felt your body relaxing and at one point you even closed your eyes diving into this unfamiliar yet erotic sensation. You opened your eyes and saw Eric's head move much closer to yours, his soft lips being an inch away. But then you turned your hand around looking at Juyeon on the other side of the couch extremely furious. You were not touching him, but the way of how you were laying down with your legs very open made him looked at your bare pussy under your short dress.

You spread out your hand and took another beer, not breaking the eye contact with Juyeon. He looked jealous, irritated and needy.

He wanted to grab you from Eric's arms and use you to his own pleasure. You opened the bottle, yet the weird position made you... spill half of the bottle over you.

You and Eric immediately wanted to stand up looking at the mess. The beer spilled over you and your floor. Your top was so wet that the thin material completely revealed your stripped bralette as well as your hardened nipples after the reaction with the cold liquid. And while you were standing up Juyeon took a close look at your soaked body.

"Eric, where is the mop?"

"In the first drawer in my room."

"Cool, let me get it quickly"

You entered Eric's room and approached his shelf, opening the first drawer. You froze.

"Holy shit" you said being flabbergasted. You were looking at were definitely... not mops.

It was a drawer full of sex toys. Your eyes opened wide. Dildos, vibrators, chains, nipple clamps, rings and so many items you were not sure what they are. You had a few moments of blackout your brain not believing that your so far innocent best friend had a collection like this. You were staring at the items when you suddenly heard noise behind you.

"Oh well, well, what do have in here" you heard while turning around and seeing Eric at the front door.

"I told you the first drawer from above baby, not from below"

"I didn't know you're into these things, Eric", you replied.

"Oh look who's the one saying that. I also didn't know you were into being fucked raw the whole night. I couldn't sleep yesterday from your moans coming out from Juyeon's room"

"You... you heard it? I... I can explain"

"There is only one thing I want you to explain."

said Eric stepping closer and closer to you.

You heard a door slam in the back.

"Eric, Eric, Eric. We didn't agree to play like this. I still didn't give you permission to touch... what was mine." said Juyeon approaching you too and holding your chin up.

"Don't start whining once you receive your punishment pup. You'd be so powerless against me, begging and begging to cum for me but only I can decide when and how you will. You're mine and your body knows it, responding only to my touch I'll make sure you feel things beyond your wildest dreams." - said Juyeon... to Eric.

You witnessed Eric turning from a confident flirt to an ultimate sub carefully listening and obeying to every word Juyeon spoke out of his mouth. Damn, you knew Juyeon can make so many people wrapped around his finger but you never thought your best friend is one of them. Juyeon took Eric's chin and stared at the younger one, pulling him in for a wild kiss.

"But not today, pup. Today we are taking care of this birthday princess over here. She deserved to be handled well. Do you have a wish, baby?" Juyeon asked switching the attention to you.

"I only have one wish" you said, hearing the clock marking that the midnight has arrived.

"Fuck the hell out of me", you replied.

A second later Juyeon took your waist and pushed you relentlessly on the bed. He pulled your dress up and didn't even bother to take off your tights but just ripped a part of them making a hole exactly at your already dripping core.

"Happy birthday, beautiful" said Juyeon at the second where he slammed 3 of his fingers in you while his thumb hitting a sensitive spot on your clit.

"Ahhhhh fuck Juyeon" you moaned loudly, but soon you were shut up by Eric who started making out with you.

Eric's lips felt like cotton candy. They were so soft and plump but the tenderness didn't last long since all of a sudden the mood completely changed and the kisses started being faster, deeper and rougher, matching the pace of Juyeon's fingers. Eric's kisses felt forbidden, you never expected for you two to get closer to this level of intimacy. But damn, you couldn't complain since it felt so damn good. You felt your high was coming closer so you couldn't control yourself but whine and moan. Eric moved his lips to your neck, leaving juicy kisses, marking it as his territory. A few moments later, you felt your high coming up, your orgasm filling your entire body and your cum going all around Juyeon's fingers.

After you calmed a bit down, you realized your two men still have their clothes on. Now it's time to change it. You crawled up to Juyeon and soon later all his clothes were on the floor. His toned muscles and doll-like body turned you on even more, so you couldn't help yourself but start worshiping his cock, taking it all inside your mouth and deep throating it while swirling your tongue around it, making you hear his needy moans again. He was standing next to the bed, and you were on your fours when unexpectedly Eric came from the back and slammed his cock inside you without any prior notice. Juyeon's hands already stretched you well, but Eric's size made you see all the stars. Being in the doggy position made you feel different spots. Your mascara got completely smudged up from tears which started going while your body tried to get used to the sizes inside your mouth and your core. A few minutes and many thrusts later, you started clenching and you felt both Juyeon and Eric cum inside you, you simultaneously reaching your second orgasm and your body becoming weak to their core and collapsing on the bed.

"Look at our goddess taking us both so well." said Juyeon. He went out for a second and came back with a something in his hand. "Close your eyes kitten, I have a small surprise for you". All of a sudden your eyes went black and a second later, your body froze. And then at once you had both Eric and Juyeon on you, each of the guys giving attention your nipples. But this was a different kind of feeling - they took an ice cube in their mouth and while the cube being in the mouth they both mercilessly sucked and licked your nipples - the left one was Juyeon's and right one Eric's. It was their warm, tender lips stroking one of the most sensitive part of your body mixed with the freezing feeling of the cube giving you shivers all over your body.

After the ice cubes melted, Eric slowly stood up and came to his drawer. "Since you were so curious about it, shall we use some pretty toys on you, y/n?" pointing at his sex toy collection.

He took a big clit vibrator in his hand, handed it to Juyeon, which put it to the highest speed and placed it on the perfect spot. You've never used toys before and someone else using them on you turned you even more on. The vibrator did wonders, but just before you wanted to orgasm, Juyeon turned it off.

"What the fuck Juyeon, why did you stop?"

"You aren't allowed to cum until I allow you to."

You got angry. You knew he was jealous so you wanted to make him even more furious.

"And what if I want someone else to make me cum?" you said with a tricky voice, turning up to Eric and starting to ride him.

"Show me what you got, Eric" you said to your best friend, him controlling the pace and placing his hand around your neck pulling just as much as pressure for the choking to spice you up. You couldn't see Juyeon anymore.

All you could hear is noise from the drawer.

Probably he was putting the vibrator back, you thought. But instead he pulled lube out of Eric's drawer. He approached you and you knew it because you felt his warmth on your back. But you didn't want to say anything.

Maybe you should have, because Juyeon took the lube and prepared your second hole for his entrance. And at that moment, you had your best friend and your lover double penetrating you. You loved the attention, especially from someone like them which exactly knew how to pleasure a woman.

"Fuck, don't stop! Don't you dare to stop!" you screamed from the bottom of your lungs, sweat on your forehead, with your makeup completely ruined, watery eyes, looking like a slut that you are. They haven't stopped but continued ruining you up to the point where the biggest, most powerful orgasm in your fucking life hit you. You started squirting, messing up the whole bed and your men pulling their cocks and spitting their cum all over your chest.

All three of you were laying on Erics bed, trying to catch your breaths. Soon after, you fell asleep, cuddled in between Juyeon and Eric.

"Do you do this often?" you asked Eric

"Do you expect less from two porn stars?" he answered, leaving you without words.

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innocent-chris-evans-slut · 4 years ago

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Panties

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Ransom x Reader REQUEST

Word Count: 3,3k

Type: smut with fluff ending

Summary: You’re at a family party when Ransom realizes some clothing item is missing from your body. When you get back home he makes it clear how you should wear your underwear.

Warning(s): slapping, fingering, cum play, edging, rough fucking, breeding kink (?)

“Ransom?” you felt two firm hands on your shoulders and someone gently pushing you up, “What’s going on, babe?” you sweetly smiled at him and rested both your hands on his biceps.

He didn’t pay attention to you, he rather preferred talking straight to your mothe -with who you were exchanging some words before he could interrupt you-, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N, but we really have to go”, your mother got up and smiled at him as if it was all normal, “Dear wify, why don’t you take your coat from the cloakroom and meet me at the front door?”

You were left with no choice, but to get up and walk to the entrance. You recovered your coat and scarf and just when you went back to the living room, searching for Ransom, he showed up right next to you.

“Ready to go?” he slipped his muscular, strong arm around your waist and, not so gently, dragged you to the entrance and then you went straight to his car, parked not far away from the main door of your parents’ house. He kept walking, not paying the slightest attention as you repeatedly asked him if he was feeling good.

You knew Ransom too well by then, and you were usual to his mood swings throughout the day, but it had never happened while at your family’s. He loved your parents and they had treated him as a son since the first time you’d brought him at home. Each time, you noticed how calm and relaxed he was when staying at your childhood’s house, maybe having a chat about sport with your father, or perhaps listening carefully to your mother’s stories about your youth.

That night he was beyond furious, you realized that by his wrinkled forehead and by the way he was tightening his fingers around the steering wheel. You sat down in the passenger seat in complete silence, staring outside your window as trees and other houses passed by.

“Give me your panties.”

Ransom’s order made you both shiver and slowly turn your head towards him with a questioning look on it, “What?” it came out more like a whisper than a question, but you didn’t care since it seemed he had heard it.

“Give me your fucking panties”, your husband was losing his patience and he hoped, from the bottom of his heart, he wasn’t right. At the first red traffic light he had to stop, he stared at you waiting for an answer.

On the other end, you didn’t know what to say, because you knew he would have got so mad if only he’d known the truth. So, you did the only thing you came up with: not answering him. You kept your eyes straight in front of you and you didn’t dare to focus on anything else.

Ransom decided to play your same game; he remained silent during all the way home -the only voices filling the cabin of the car came from the radio. You weren’t hearing them at all, if anything you were trying to justify the absence of your underwear.

Why did you do it in the first place? What did you want to prove Ransom?

You had been a fool and if you could do it, you would have happily gone back in time and wear your fucking panties before the dinner with your family.

The car stopped its ride inside the private garage of your house. Ransom threw a glance at you and got out of the car, without saying a word. At first you thought of not getting out of the car -not until he was there, compelling you with his eyes only- but you quickly understood neither of you were letting it go. So you gathered your purse from the backseat and opened the car door to get out of it, meanwhile Ransom didn’t take his eye off of you neither for a second.

In complete silence, you both walked inside the house -you leading the way-, you didn’t stopped in the living room as you were usual doing, instead you got upstairs and entered your bedroom. Ransom was quickly following behind you and, as you got in the bathroom, he didn’t waste any time and walked inside, just when you were about to close the door.

“Since when do we close doors when we’re changing?” his suspicious tone and his glare froze you on the spot. He looked at you, but the more he did it, the more he understood that you wouldn’t have answered his questions. He crossed his arms over his chest and, knowing better than you that you couldn’t move him, he placed himself just in front of the wide-opened door, “What? Did you suddenly become all shy?”

There was a moment of silence, before you collected all your courage and spoke up to him: “I’m not shy. I just want my privacy”, you replied trying to sound as certain as you could.

“Your privacy? Alright, let me check one thing before I leave you your privacy”, he made a step towards you and you backed off, wanting to escape his grasp. Though you couldn’t go anywhere else because there was no more space for you to move. He wrapped his left arm around your waist and held you up against the cold marble wall and gently pressed his lips against yours, giving birth to a passionate, yet chaste kiss.

It was very different from the ones you were used to sharing with your husband, especially after an argument like the one you had in the afternoon. Your neighbors had probably heard your screams and Ransom throwing random things against the wall hundreds of meters away from your mansion.

When you felt his not-so-gentle touch brushing against your butt, you were suddenly wakening up from your thoughts and, as you understood what he was doing to you, you pushed him away from yourself.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you shouted practically in his face and forced him to take his hands off of your body, “What’s going on with you today?”

“With me?” Ransom pushed himself off the wall and kept going: “I noticed my wife not wearing any underwear at a family party and I am the one who shouldn’t be angry? Now, tell me-“ he fiercely cupped your face and made you look into his blue eyes, “-why you weren’t wearing your fucking panties?” his tone was harsh and commanding, the one you couldn’t deny had a certain effect on you -and on specific parts of your body, “I’m not asking a second time, sweetie”.

“I though you’d like it,” you said in an innocent tone, hoping he would be more indulgent with you, although you knew the damage was already done.

“On the bed, now!”

You turned your back at him and slowly made your way towards the king-sized bed in the center of the room. The mattress sank at your weight on it as you sat down in the middle of it, facing the door of the bathroom and your husband, shoulder resting against the frame of it and arms crossed over his chest.

“Handcuffs on” Ransom was well aware of the effect his orders had on you, in fact he didn’t have to get closer to state the condition you were in. Your husband knew you too well, each order of his sent a shiver to your backbone and made your pussy throbbing -though you didn’t want to show him. When you saw you fasten them around both your wrists, he slowly approached you.

You knew what your husband expected to see and, even though your tipsy brain wanted you to disobey him, your body rejected that idea. You were seated in the middle of the bed, your wrists firmly handcuffed to the headboard; you opened your legs wide, showing Ransom your wet pussy, and licked your upper lip -your gaze never moving from his face.

Ransom pulled his phone out of his trousers and took a picture of your face; “Nice smile, baby,” then he threw it away and together with it his suit, “What a pity you’ll lose it soon.”

“Wha-“ your talking was cut off by Ransom throwing something in your mouth, it was soft but still you couldn’t articulate any word -even if you tried your best.

“All I wanna hear tonight is my balls and my palms hitting your ass. Not a sound or I won’t let you cum until tomorrow morning, did I make myself clear?” once he had seen you nodding, he said: “You though I would have like it. Now I’ll show you what I really like,” Ransom unfastened his belt and with a swift motion removed it from the loops in the trousers.

Your eyes followed his movements as he folded it and held it proudly in his hand. His fingers traced the line in the middle of your torso, diverting towards your nipples and pinching them hard. You shivered at his touch but managed to stay as still as possible -only imagining which punishment he had in store for you. You squinted your eyes and arched your back as you felt the cold leather going down on your bump.

“Did I say you can close your eyes?” Ransom asked in a harsh tone, grabbing your chin, “Was that a whimper what I heard?” his belt went down on you again, striking your breast this time. His eyes were fix on the saliva dropping from your chin straight to your throat; he brought his hand to your torso and spread it on the red area between your tits, “Will you remember my punishment next time?” without waiting for your answer, the black leather item hit your wet pussy and you tried your best to hold back a whimper.

Ransom let the belt fall on the carpet under the bed and moved away from where you were standing, then he turned his back at you and rummaged in the dresser next to the bathroom door. Your mind was too hazy for you to focus on him; that was the reason why you didn’t see him pushing the recording button on the little remote which controlled the camera on the bed.

When he went back looking at you, your chest was quickly raising up and down, your hips desperately moving right to left, your legs slightly shaking, “I still haven’t touched you and you’re already trembling?” but his gaze was soon caught by your pulsating pussy. Any distance between the two of you disappeared when Ransom climbed onto the mattress and started caressing your legs, gesture which had you shivering, “You didn’t think about this when going out without panties, did you?” he watched as you shook your head, though your eyes never left his, “Yeah, I know. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be punishing you now,” his fingers moved to your inner thigh, only to go back to your knees soon after, “What a shame you can’t talk. Now I don’t know what you want,” he mocked you and was blessed by the view of you struggling to pronounce a complete sentence, “Maybe you want me to tickle you,” his hand went to your hips, “or maybe, you want me to leave you like this all night long,” he hinted at getting out of the room, and so abandoning your hot and wet body laying there. Yet your knee bounced up as he made a move to get off the bed and the movement had him looking back at you, “That isn’t right, bunny?” Ransom trailed his fingers up to your core, “That’s where you want me,” and he slid one finger inside your pussy, his thumb began drawing circles on your clit.

After a couple of thrusts, Ransom pulled out his finger from you and dropped your juices on your bottom stomach, spreading them immediately after, “Only one finger can’t do anything to you, right?” his fingers went back to your clit, pinching it hard, “You’re such a slut, you dream about cocks filling each hole of yours, don’t you?” Ransom watched as you arched your back, overwhelmed by the pleasure as he started to give you come release with his thumb. You were brutally brought back to reality once his hands came down brutally on your tits. He didn’t say anything this time, stuffing two fingers inside your cunt.

Again, he gave you a couple of thrusts and ripped them out all of a sudden. The fabric inside your mouth prevented you from letting out a moan and you kept your eyes on him, as your husband smirked at the sight of you writhing beneath him, “And you married me, knowing how well I can fulfill all your desires,” again, he spread your transparent juices over your belly and went down again. This time he added other two fingers inside you, and he began thrusting into you at a faster pace. You started sweating and your vision -now fixed on the roof- became blurred; your walls started clenching around Ransom’s fingers and you were finally coming to your high, yet you regain your focus when you felt yourself empty.

Your eyes came back on him and you moaned as you watched him gathering all your liquids and bringing them close to your face. Warning wasn’t something Ransom was used to, so you held your breath when you felt something dripping on your cheeks and lips. You suddenly opened your eyes and watched as your husband kept his hand above your head and made your cum falling from it, “Be a good slut and open your mouth for me,” as you did what he asked, he inserted his fingers in your mouth, which closed around them. Your tongue began licking and sucking on them -much as you could, considered the cloth inside your mouth-, cleaning them off from everything, “You thought you’d cum, didn’t you?” he moved closer to you, his knees at both your sides and his hands slowly stimulating your nipples. He stopped abruptly and brought both his hands around your neck, pushing you down on the mattress, “Let me make this clear: you don’t get to cum until I say so. If you do, I’ll have to punish you again.”

If you had been able to talk, you would have told him that frowning really didn’t suit him. His face was what you felt for and, if you had worn your underwear correctly, you would have been kissing it at the moment -and definitely not trying to avoid his punishment.

“Do you understand?” Ransom grabbed your chin and you nodded forcefully. He surprised you when he removed from your mouth the piece of fabric, which he unfolded in front of your eyes and then placed on your chest, “If you had worn them, we wouldn’t be here right now,” he stroked your cheek, swiping away the strained mascara on them, “Need your answer, bunny.”

“Yes,” it came out rasping, so much that you had to clear your throat before saying it again. His hands gliding onto your body had you shiver and you unvoluntary moved your hips as you felt his fingers skillfully play with your wet folds, and his thumb reached again your clit, “Please, Ransom,” you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, “I can’t hold it anymore.”

As if he hadn’t listened to your pleas, he got down the bed and undid the buttons of his trousers, letting them fall onto the ground. His underwear was kept on and, for the umpteenth time during the night, Ransom climbed on the mattress again. He placed himself between your wide-opened legs and bent over your body, his face a few inches away from yours that you only had to stick out your lips to touch his, his hands at both sides of your head, “Cat got your tongue? You don’t feel like talking anymore?”

Indeed, he was ignoring your cry for some kind of release.

You got you couldn’t take it anymore when you felt his boner slowly, yet firmly slamming against your pussy, “You know, I’ve got this boner on all the evening,” his fingers removed a lock of your hair from your forehead and halted it behind your ear, “Watching you acting like the perfect daughter around your family. Do you parents know you like being tied up at the bed like this?” he stretched out and took the handcuffs between his hands, “Maybe I should show them the cute video we are recording,” he said turning his head to look straight at the camera, and you did the same.

“Please, Ransom, n-“ you didn’t have the time to finish your sentence, since your remained breathless when a harsh slap hit your pussy, making you twitch, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Much better,” he said in a satisfied tone, though he still didn’t seem kind enough to finally make you cum, “Tell me, bunny, how should I fuck you tonight?” he kept rubbing his hard, yet clothed, cock on your cunt and each rub caused you to moan, “You know what? Today has been a long day, I’m tired,” he quickly lowered his boxers and took his rigid member in his hand, while the other one went pinching your clit, “Brace yourself, bunny, this is your punishment for tonight’s behavior,” he didn’t give you any time to prepare yourself. He just slammed into you hard and all at once, his balls hitting your thighs, his tip deep buried inside you.

You could have taken him also every day, but you would never get used to his size: Ransom was something you’d never experienced, big and thick, capable of filling you completely. You threw your head back and shut your eyes as you tried your best not to scream, considered the speed with which he was pounding into you.

“Talk. Tell me how you feel,” Ransom didn’t go any slower and saw as you struggled to find the words with which describe what was going on.

“God, da-ddy,” you breathed in, “you’re so de-ep in-inside me,” tears were staring to forming at the corners of your eyes, “y-your tip is-“ you let out a deep moan and he kept hitting your g-spot, “it is hi-hitting th-that spot-t,” you felt your cheeks becoming hotter and your fingers began shaking as you felt your climax approaching.

Ransom felt how your walls started clenching around his cock and he knew he was about to cum too, “I’m coming, bunny, I’ll paint your walls in white and you will take all the cum I’ll give you as the good slut you are.”

“Yes. Please, daddy, make me pregnant with your child. Please, daddy,” you screamed.

He picked up such a frantic pace that the headboard started banging against the wall and your pornographic moans did it for him. Not much seconds later his cum was released inside you as you reached, finally, your orgasm to, “Let’s see how they get out, disobeying like their mother, or vengeful like their father?”

You closed your eyes and let your body relax once and for all, you turned your head on the pillow and whispered: “Thank you, daddy. Thank you for your cum. It was so good.”

You were about to fall asleep when you felt your ankles and wrists being released and your body being carefully lifted off the soft mattress, “I can’t take anymore, please.”

“You aren’t taking anything, babe,” Ransom’s voice was soft and caring. He put you down inside the bath tube already filled with hot water and your favorite bubble bath, “Let me take care of you,” he quickly got in behind you and made you lay against his chest while he massaged your body, paying much attention on your wrists and ankles.

Your chest was still sensitive from the slaps, but he gently caressed it, too, and then went massaging your shoulders, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, my baby,” he whispered to your ear as he covered your body in bubbles, “But next time wear your underwear,” he chuckled and you did the same, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll try.”

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fallasleepscenarios · 3 years ago

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𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽 [bakugo x reader]

type: one shot, angst, fluff pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader (gender not specified) summary: (Y/N) and Bakugo have not established their relationship, leaving (Y/N) to question their whole "friends with benefits" thing. And it all goes down to what happens when they attend Kirishima's party. rating: R for implication of sexual act word count: 2.4k disclaimer: I do not own any of the mha characters and all of them are written as if they are of age also posted on my wattpad one shots book

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"You're so silly. Get your butt here."

Bakugo shrugs and pouts angrily but eventually lets his body fall on me and weighing me down on the couch as I try to lift him off me. I laugh at his silliness, knowing that this is the best way someone like him can show affection. He lets his guard down so rarely after all, doesn't even want to show softness, ever. Only with me he does. He can be mellow, can't express it in words easily though.

"Tsk, I don't want to go to the stupid party with all the stupid bastards", he growls while finally making himself comfortable without hurting me.

"You promised! Besides, everyone's waiting for you", I run my fingers through his hair, "You know how much Kirishima has been waiting to see you!" I could tell by his look at this was somehow enough for him to accept attending the party with me. All his UA classmates would be there.

"Whatever! I have to train." In a swift move he gets up and leaves the room, like he always does.

"Bakugo--! Wait!" he stops without turning to look at me. "D-Do you wanna spend the night?" I gulped.

"I have to train", he says and leaves.

And at times like these, I ask myself, what the hell am I really doing. Having a crush on Bakugo Katsuki? That's far enough. Establishing a relationship with him? That's so far beyond the line of sanity. More times than not, I question myself for any signs of emotional masochism, because this really doesn't feel like a mutual feeling. Yes, he can be soft and sweet, would never admit it, though. Yes, somehow, he does like me in a sexual way, at least, or maybe considers me as a way to relieve stress? The past three months and a half have been so exciting, and I've been.. happy. But..

This really isn't enough for me. If only I could do anything to make him say what's in his mind, 'cause his actions really really don't match with his words. And then again, well, whatever, never mind, it could all be way worse for me..

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On the day of the party, Bakugo was supposed to pick me up at 8 and head over to Kirishima's together, since I've never been to his place before. I put extra effort on picking an outfit I like and felt pretty cute and confident in it. At 7:45 I was already by the door, tying my shoes and receiving a text message by Uraraka-chan.

[19:45] From: Uraraka-chan<3 I can't wait for tonight! Deku-kun will also be there, haven't seen him in two weeks! Don't be late Y/N :D

I smiled at myself and happiness overflew in me. Don't want to jinx it but tonight sounds ideal; Bakugo agreed to come, I'm going to see everyone, even Midoriya found time off his strict training schedule, and Uraraka-chan is very happy, as well, I am glad.

But as I waited for Bakugo, the clock turned 8. And then 5 minutes after 8. And then a quarter past 8.

Normally, that's acceptable, since when one is late, they probably have informed you beforehand. Or at least, an apology is waiting for you at their arrival. Oh, but when Bakugo arrived..

"What took you so long?!!" My mood, the outfit I wore that I liked, the excitement, all had disappeared.

"SO WHAT, I had training to do! Deku has been training all week!", he snapped back at me and frowned. "Let's go damn it!"

"You're unbelievable-! That's how you treat me?!" This time, I was not going to take it.

"Tsk, you don't understand"

"At least you could have told me you were at practice..! Not arrive, what, a quarter to 9 and not even apologizing for keeping me waiting?!"

"YOU attacked me right when I arrived, when I would I apologize?!"

I refrained from saying anything else. I didn't want to completely ruin my mood for the party.

"Okay, stop." I let out a sigh. "Let's go. I really want to enjoy the party. I even wore that outfit that it took me so long to come up with, I really wanna enjoy it.." I closed and locked the door behind us and Bakugo just stared at me.

The road to Kirishima's was quiet. I caught a few glimpses of Bakugo walking by me and leading the way. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything at all. We passed by the river, it was beautiful and I so wanted to comment on the cherry blossoms showing as the path alongside it.

I tried not to overthink about this but it was bothering me, that Bakugo didn't even consider my feelings. He stood me up. This definitely isn't what you expect of your partner to do. Details like this, how he never calls me just to talk to me, he never texts me "good morning" or "good night" like my friends' significant others do, how we've never really agreed to have a proper date but always meet up at home, eat inside and are secretive, I don't like that. I think I am the only one in this relationship.

Heck, there is no real relationship. Friends with benefits, after all.

"(Y/N)! Bakugo-kun! You've arrived at last!" Uraraka-chan was the first one to greet us by the door.

"I'm sorry we're late, I asked Bakugo to pick me up since he lives so close-by, but he was training and couldn't leave early", I felt my cheeks flush up. Everyone's attention was on us and I didn't like it. "Besides, Kirishima-kun! Thanks for having us!"

Thankfully, I quickly felt comfortable and no one talked about how they've been waiting for us. We had a fun time, joking around, eating cakes that Sato baked and listening to what everyone's been up to on their vacation. I was able to forget about Bakugo's attitude, but every time I looked at him, it all came back to me, so I tried to avoid him as much. But still, I was able to catch glimpses of him, noticing that he never looked at me too. I am better than this.

I got up to pout myself some water and when I came back I noticed that Deku had joined Uraraka and they were cheerfully engaging in conversation by themselves, so I decided I wouldn't go back to Uraraka and third wheel them. Instead I decided to get some fresh air and went outside. The cold wind felt so nice on my face but I could tell I'd soon be cold enough to return inside.

"Y/N!", I didn't even hear Kirishima opening the balcony's door.

"Kirishima-kun, are you having fun?"

"For sure! I'm glad you could bring Bakugo with you. Wasn't really sure he'd come, since he's been eager to train as much as he can during the vacation time, but maybe having to accompany you made him responsible to come" Kirishima smiled and he'd never looked so innocent to me before.

"Ah, I just guess he came for you Kirishima-kun. You're his best friend after all."

We laughed and I suddenly felt really soft and comfortable talking about Bakugo with him.

"Kirishima-kun, you're great.. I wish I had a relationship with someone like you!"

And then I realized what I just said. Kirishima turned red and I no longer felt cold outside.

"Y/N, I-I don't think I like you like t-that.."

"Ah! No, it's okay, I don't think I do either.."

What am I saying, I know I like Bakugo.

I know he said he didn't like me but the vibe sure felt weird and tense and somehow comfortable. I could so simply say things like these with Kirishima and it did feel awkward but it was okay, we could sit in silence. And it was easier to stay outside now.

But then he called out my name, and I couldn't read his face. He surely thought that I might like him now. I noticed Bakugo was arguing with Iida-kun by the door, when Kirishima raised his hand to cup my cheek and-

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

Why am I not pulling back? Maybe he wants to find out if he'd feel something.. maybe I do as well. Bakugo wouldn't even care anyways. He wouldn't be the least jealous if he saw us.

"Yes", I whispered back and closed my eyes only to feel his soft lips on mine.

It lasted a few seconds but I knew for sure that this wasn't what I felt when I kissed Bakugo. Kirishima was now smiling softly as me and I knew we were on the same page. And this will be between us and nothing will be affected. Except that something caught his attention and he gasped ; I turned to see who else other than Bakugo staring at us.

He looked mad, but doesn't he almost always?

Suddenly I felt overwhelmed with regret towards him.

He wasn't supposed to get jealous, he has no right to!

"Ah, Bakugo saw us maybe", Kirishima shrugged, "He probably thinks we're stupid hahah"

I chuckled, not to make my uncomfortableness look so obvious and we headed back inside, since Bakugo had also disappeared from the entrance.

The rest of the night I felt so out of place and it was hard not to show, but I had to. Spent it mostly chatting with the girls and playing cards and board games.

But soon enough, it was time to go.

Midoriya had already left and so had some of the others that aren't late nighters, and I felt tired from all the tension of the day. I was glad that I had some fun though.

"I'm off, everyone!" I greeted them and put on my shoes and coat.

"I'm going to. Have to train early tomorrow"

I froze. Bakugo was also leaving and this could only mean he wanted to confront me.

I waited for him to be greeted by everyone as well. It was inevitable, we'd go the same way anyways.

But Bakugo didn't say anything. He started pacing fast and it was kind of hard to keep up.

When we reached the cherry blossoms, Bakugo stopped.

"Are you stupid? Why did you do that?!"

He was indeed jealous!

"What does it matter to you even!". Tears were forming in my eyes, I felt so guilty! But it wasn't entirely my fault!

"TO ME? That you're stupid?"

"What does it matter to you??! It didn't even matter to me!"

"Then WHY DID YOU DO THAT"

Bakugo turned around but he wasn't looking at me.

"..I.. don't know... I was curious.. "

"Tsk, 'curious', what even..!"

"I was, okay?! Kirishima was being so nice to me..."

"And you had to be stupid?!"

"STOP it! Okay? This, this is why I did that. Because I can no longer pretend that you care about me! You made that clear today!"

"I don't go around doing things a scumbag would do!"

Bakugo was starting to redden up, he had become really angry..

"BUT YOU DO!" I shouted, glad that we were the only ones on the street. "You do, when you're late and don't inform me, you do when you're embarrassed and secretive of me, you do when you never really tell me what's on your mind"

"You.." he frowned. "And YOU GO AND DO THAT"

"YES because MAYBE, MAYBE HE would actually LIKE me!"

He seemed to be taken aback. And I was properly crying. And I felt the cold wind against my face and hands. It was too bad we're ruining the effect of the beautiful cherry blossoms.

"Stupid.. STUPID STUPID STUPID", he was now pulling his hair in anger.

"Bakugo, stop! What are you doing!" I rushed out and grabbed him by his shoulders forcing him to look at me. And I felt guilty and sad to see him this angry but this had to mean something.

He looked away, avoiding my gaze at all costs.

"I should be asking you why are you being like this now..", I said softly. "It.. hurts to think about this, but did it feel like you were losing towards Kirishima?"

No answer.

"I'm sorry anyways, I am too tired to argue anymore and I'm sorry I kissed him. I.. didn't think it'd make you angry"

"Tsk, what are you apologizing for, loser.."

Bakugo's voice was soft and quiet..!

"I should be the one saying sorry. I FAILED don't you understand? I didn't make my feelings clear to you"

What?

"All this time, I've been failing to this, I don't no a thing about romance"

What?

"And you never even said anything, either! You just went along when I first kissed you!"

I had nothing to say. Suddenly, everything seemed so meaningless, because he was opening up to me.

"Bakugo.."

"No, shut up, you listen to me now. It drives me crazy cause I can't concentrate and think about you all the time! I LIKE YOUR STUPID ASS"

This can't be for real. I've always wanted him to open up but I never..

"SAY SOMETHING"

"Can you.. say that again?", I was too startled.

"Weren't you listening?!"

"No, I was, it's just that I liked hearing you say that.."

I'd forgotten I'd been holding him weirdly and suddenly felt conscious about being so close to him, when I've been closer to him so many times before, but not like this.

"Tsk, I like you stupid ass, stupid", he frowned jokingly and it was his turn to wrap his arms around me. "I like your stupid stupid ass."

My cheeks have probably never flushed as this much before.

"I like you"

He kept repeating and I felt like I could faint.

"And I promise, I won't ignore my feelings anymore and I won't be USELESS!"

I backed away to look at him.

"Bakugo,.. does this mean, we're really together?"

And Bakugo blushed!

"Yeh" he simply said.

I couldn't help but smile and the cherry blossoms were beautiful around us.

Then, Bakugo tightened his grip on my waist and brought me closer. He kissed my cheek and looked at me again. And I couldn't decide over staring at his eyes or kissing him that moment.

But I couldn't bring myself to stop, I leaned forwards and felt his soft pouty lips against mine, his warmth transmitting to my skin. And we didn't pull back for a few moments.

"Do you want to stay over, Bakugo?"

And he nodded excitedly as we walked home together.

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years ago

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i was just wondering if maybeeeeeee you’d do a fic inspired by the song heather by conan gray with peter

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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader, MJ x reader

Synopsis: Peter puts his feelings for you aside to help you with your feelings for something else

Warnings: pinning, mentions of homophobia, Flash being gross but supportive

Listen to this song because it’s lovely! Thank you anon for introducing me to it!

Peter was woken up by you tiredly shaking his arm. He slowly opened his eyes to see you with unkempt hair rubbing your face. He sat up in your bed, still in his clothes from the night before. A textbook fell off his lap with his movements and hit the floor with a thud, making you both jump.

“We overslept.” You said as you stretched your arms. Peter looked at his phone and saw you had ten minutes before first period, not before taking a few moments to admire the way you looked in the morning. He smiled a little to himself as you hastily ran a brush through your hair and couldn’t help but imagine a lifetime of mornings like this.

“Did we fall asleep studying?” He asked as he hopped off your bed and fixed his hair in the mirror. You smacked his butt and giggled as you walked past him to get to the bathroom.

“I guess so. You should text May and tell her why you never came home.” You said before giving quickly brushing your teeth.

“Okay.” Peter yawned as he typed out the text. “Damn. I don’t have time to go home and change before school.”

“Here. Just throw this on.” You tossed your debate team hoodie at him. “We gotta go.”

You and Peter made your way to school, you grumbling the whole way about how much faster you’d get there if he would just swing. He laughed, having had this conversation with you many times in the past.

“We should just try it. I bet we’d get to school in ten seconds flat.” You pointed out as Peter quickly threw some books in his locker.

“My identity will get exposed in ten seconds flat too. How about that?” Peter replied and you sighed. He hated saying no to you, his mission in life was to forever keep you happy, but this was one thing he couldn’t give you.

“Fine. But this conversation isn’t over.” You folded your arms. Peter couldn’t help but smile at you.

“Nice hoodie, L/n.” Flash taunted as he slapped Peter on the back, breaking him out of his daze.

“What?” Peter asked in confusion.

“Check the back of that hoodie.” Flash pointed at him. Peter looked over his shoulder and saw your last name printed at the bottom of the hoodie.

“Relax, Parker. I think it’s cute that you wear your girlfriends clothes.” Flash teased. “You know, Y/n always looks so good in that red skirt. Maybe borrow that next?” Flash laughed at himself before walking away. You scoffed at his comment but Peter was still hung up on him calling you his girlfriend. It was a common mistake people made, but it never failed to catch Peter off guard.

“Who cares what he says?” You shook your head once Flash left and straightened out the hoodie. “It looks good on you, anyway.”

“Really?” Peter asked timidly.

“Better than it ever has on me.” You laughed. Peter opened his mouth to say something until he saw your gaze shift to the left. He heard your heartbeat speed up as a faint blush painted your cheeks.

“Hey MJ.” You said as MJ walked back. She gave your a smirk and nodded her head.

“Hey L/n. And hey, other L/n.” She said in regards to Peters hoodie. Peter gave her a right smile and turned his attention back to you. To his surprise, you were still watching MJ walk down the hall, only turning back around when she was out of sight.

“She’s funny, isn’t she?” You laughed lightly. “She’s in my physics class this year. I have a total friend crush on her.”

“If you wanna be her friend, then go talk to her.” Peter said as you began to walk towards homeroom.

“Are you kidding? She’s way too cool to be talking to me.” You shook your head and Peter frowned.

“Y/n, there’s no one cooler than you.” Peter said sincerely. “She’d be lucky to be your friend. Just talk to her.”

“Maybe.” You chewed your lip as you reached your classroom. “All right. I’ll see you in calc.”

You gave Peter a short hug before heading into the class. He watched you as you left, a content smile on his face before leaving to go to his own homeroom.

The following week, you sat in your physics class, staring at MJ with your head leaning on your hand. She began to look in your direction, so you quickly looked away.

“Alright class. It’s lab day. Partner up.” Your teacher announced. Before you could look around for a partner, you heard someone drop their books on the desk next to you.

“Hey.” MJ said as she took the seat beside you. “Since you like staring at me so much, do you want to be partners? I think I look better close up.”

“I wasn’t staring at you.” You quickly stammered, feeling your face heat up upon getting caught.

“Right.” MJ laughed. “And I don’t support women’s rights.”

You gulped and moved your stuff onto the floor, focusing all your attention on the lab. MJ watched you, studying your features as you read through the directions.

“Hey, Y/n?” MJ nudged you and you looked up at her, pupils dilated from how close she was. Close enough to see the sun reflecting off the honey colored highlights in her curls.

“Yes?” You said softly.

“You know how I knew you were staring at me?” She leaned in even closer and you froze.

“How?” You asked and a smiled tugged at the corner of her lips.

“I was already staring at you.” She said casually. You stared at her blankly as she took the lab from you and read it over. You made normal conversation for the next ten minutes, slowly feeling more comfortable in her presence. She was funny, funnier than she let on.

“Can we close the window?” MJ asked suddenly, running her hands over her bear arms.

“Sorry, Michelle. We have to keep the windows open when using these chemicals.” The teacher told her. MJ reluctantly nodded and shivered a little in her seat.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you scribbled down a formula.

“I picked the wrong day to feel the bern.” She chuckled, pulling a little at her short sleeved Bernie Sanders t-shirt. You hesitated for a moment, then reached into your backpack for your debate team hoodie.

“Here.” You offered it to her. She looked between you and the hoodie and gave you a small smile before taking it.

“Thanks, babe.” She said as she slipped it on. You let out a nervous laugh at the nickname and gave her a once over as she went back to work. It wasn’t long before she left you staring at looked you at you. “What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head and quickly went back to the lab. “I just never see you in bright colors. Especially not sky blue.” You said after a moment, taking in how small she looked into your hoodie. The sight of her in your clothing sent a wave of emotions through you that you didn’t recognize.

“There’s a reason for that.” She leaned in close to you as if she were telling you a secret. “There’s an ongoing rumor that I’m a witch and my wardrobe really solidifies the theory.”

“You don’t have to wear it if it messes with your reputation.” You laughed at her reason but hoped she wouldn’t take the hoodie off.

“Like I would ever pass up the opportunity to wear a pretty girls hoodie.” MJ scoffed. “Besides, Michelle L/n suits me. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah. Totally.” You bite back a smile and went back to the lab, sneaking a few more glances at her the rest of the period.

Peter found you at your locker at the end of the day with a strange smile on your face.

“Did I see MJ wearing your hoodie just now?” He asked curiously as he approached you. You stopped putting your books away and looked up.

“Is she around?” You asked as you looked around the hallway.

“No, I passed by her locker.” Peter said as he eyed you carefully. Your behavior today was strange and unreadable. It didn’t help that the sight of MJ in your hoodie, the same hoodie you previously leant him, was bumming him out. He felt cold without it, and a little jealous. Yes, he had hoodies if him own, but he preferred the warmth of the ones owned by the girl he liked.

“Oh.” You said in disappointment. “And yeah. She was cold during Physics so I gave it to her. She tried to give it back but I insisted she wore it the rest of the day.”

Peter tried not to let it bother him. It was just a hoodie, after all. Some polyester didn’t mean a thing. But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but think that giving your hoodie to MJ neutralized the romantic intentions behind you giving it to him. He had been the one to encourage you to talk to her, but now he feared she was replacing his spot as your best friend.

“Since when are you and MJ friends?” He asked, hoping the answer would erase his fear.

“I don’t know. Since today, I think.” You laughed to yourself and shrugged. Peter nodded, content with your answer. You and Peter had been best friends for 13 years. One day of friendship with MJ wasn’t a threat in the slightest.

Even if she was wearing your hoodie.

“Is she as weird as people say?” Peter wondered.

“No, no she’s incredible. She’s funny and she’s got a really beautiful mind.” You suddenly caught sight of her down the hall, a small smile crossing your face. “Not a bad outside either.” You said quietly.

Peter kept his gaze on you, watching your eyes as she walked by. He noticed the way your eyes followed her until she disappeared into the crowd, mesmerized by her every step. And he noticed the little sigh that escaped your lips when she did.

“Yeah, total sight for sore eyes.” Peter said, never taking his eyes off you. He wasn’t sure what had happened between you and her, but it definitely kept him up that night.

It wasn’t long before MJ started hanging around. You still gave Peter just as much attention as you did before, which Peter appreciated, but you gave her a lot of attention as well. Peter was never alone with you at your locker anymore, always in the company of MJ as well. He noticed things about your friendship with MJ that were different from his friendship with you. She was often seen carrying your books or resting her head on her shoulder, things Peter wanted to do with you but couldn’t because he wasn’t your boyfriend. You seemed to be affectionate with MJ on a more intimate level, and Peter chalked it up to you both being girls. There was something about being a girl that gave MJ an advantage over Peter. He knew he didn’t have competition with MJ on the romantic front, but it still got to him every time she held your hand or wrapped her arms around your waist and left them there. He didn’t understand why she could touch you like that just because she was a girl.

But Peter tried to push these feelings away and be happy for you. He didn’t mind you having other friends and he actually liked MJ’s company. But he didn’t love sharing his best friend all the time. There were something about the way you talked about her, it looked at her, or touched her, that didn’t sit well with Peter. Something that was consuming him but he couldn’t quite explain.

“His tests are nothing like the notes. When did we even learn about this?” You said in tears as you pointed to a section on your calculus test, the very test you just failed.

“We didn’t. He’s just an idiot.” Peter said softly as he rubbed your back. He knew how much you struggled with the class and how much it upset you when you couldn’t grasp a concept.

“He’s an idiot, but I’m the one who’s not gonna get into college because I failed calculus.” You let out a shaky breath and crumpled up the test.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s one test.” MJ said as she reached across the table and placed her hand over yours. Peter watched as you smiled a little at her touch and nodded. He looked at MJ, who was busy staring at you in a way guys usually did. In a way Peter usually did. Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the wheels in his brain turned. Did he have competition on the romantic front? He didn’t know much about MJ. He knew she was a bit of an outsider and her sexual orientation was outside his limitations of knowledge about her. He also knew she was eyeing his best friend right about now and it was giving him a weird feeling in his tummy.

“I think MJ was checking you out.” Peter said as he walked you home. MJ, thankfully, lived in the other direction and gave you and Peter a chance to be alone.

“Really?” You snapped your attention to Peter. “When?”

“Back there, in the library. She was practically drooling over you.” He laughed, expecting you to laugh too. You didn’t, instead, smiling and touching your fingers to your lips.

“You’re not messing with me are you?” You turned to him and he shook his head.

“Why would I make that up?” Peter asked you and you shrugged, the smile still evident on your lips. “Do you want her to be checking you out or something?”

You fell into a silence as you continued walking.

“I don’t know.” You said honestly. You looked at Peter to see his reaction, and he gave you an understanding nod. The way you felt for MJ was different than anything you had ever felt. It scared you to death, but excited you at the same time. You liked her a lot, you just didn’t know how much.

You didn’t know. That wasn’t a yes or a no but it wasn’t something Peter was gonna pressure you to decide.

“Okay.” He said, all allowing you to say as much or as little as you liked.

“Okay.” You said, the smile in your face due to Peter this time. “I’ll see you later?”

Peter nodded as you pulled him into a hug.

“See you later.” He said, watching you as you went into your apartment. He wasn’t entirely sure what your answer meant, but he had a a feeling that you didn’t either.

Things didn’t change until the following week.

“This concludes our Fully Alive unit of health. I hope you all were able to take something from it and can use what you learned to have a healthy relationship with your future husband one day.” You health teacher announced as you concluded the unit on relationships. You had spaced out somewhere around the first slide and passed notes back and forth with MJ the rest of the period.

“Mrs. Barnum?” MJ short her hand up, eliciting a murmur from the class. She was know for starting debates, especially in health class.

“Yes, Michelle?” The teacher said, little wearily.

“What if you like girls?” MJ asked as she stared right at you. You didn’t hear the reaction of the class, you didn’t hear anything at all actually. The corners of your vision darkened and turned black as you passed out in the middle of health.

“Here.” A water bottle was handed to you as you sat on the bleachers. You looked up to see MJ and felt your face go pale. You were ordered to get some fresh air after you fainted and the bleachers were the first place you could think of to go. There was one period left of school, and you knew MJ was ditching that period to be with you.

“Oh, thanks.” You gave her a tight lipped smile and accepted the water bottle. You toyed with the wrapper as she took a seat next to you.

“So, you hit the floor pretty hard.” She chuckled and you let out a groan.

“I know. I’m so embarrassed.” You buried your face in your hands. You had no idea what caused you to faint, most likely the panic of MJ’s confession in health. It was different before you knew she liked girls. There was less pressure to figure out if you felt the same.

“Come on, babe. Don’t be. Everyone hits the floor at one point or another.” She wrapped her arm around you shoulders and rubbed your arms, making you lean into her. “And that presentation was totally boring. I don’t blame you for passing out.”

“I’m so immature. I’m sure Peters gonna be running out here any second and I’m gonna have to explain to him what happened. And I don’t even know what happened!” You exclaimed, looking up at the sky in defeat.

“What’s the deal with you and Parker anyway?” MJ asked. For the first time, she seemed unsure of herself. She usually assertive tone was gone and she sounded vulnerable.

“Peter? He’s my best friend.” You shrugged, not knowing what he had to do with the conversation.

“That’s not what I heard. Everyone I asked said you were dating.” MJ told you. You smiled a little at the thought of her asking people about you.

“People have thought we were dating since we were five. I don’t get it. If we were gonna fall in love, I’m pretty sure we would’ve done it by now.” You sighed, ever growing tired of the rumors around you and your best friend.

“Then who has turned that pretty little head of yours?” MJ asked and you felt yourself blush at her compliment.

“No one.” You said quietly.

“Yeah. Pretty slim pickings at this schools.” She said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. You looked at her curiously, wondering if you said the wrong thing.

“Yeah. That, and high school boys suck.” You tried to lighten the mood and it worked.

“Well, that’s a given.” She laughed. “The girls are cool, though.” She said, giving you a once over.

“Yeah, girls are really cool. I mean, the girls here are cool.” You stammered. “But yeah, the boys here are total idiots. I saw Flash give himself a wedgie once and livestream it. He said he wanted to live like the less fortunate.”

“High school boys are a different breed.” She clicked her tongue.

“Tell me about it.” You said as you took a sip of the water bottle.

“Good thing I’m gay.” She remarked. You spit out your water and began to choke on it. MJ laughed as she patted your back.

“I’m so sorry. I promise I’m not homophobic or anything, that just caught me by surprise.” You apologized as you wiped the water off your chin.

“It’s cool. I’ve seen plenty of homophobia in my day, babe. Spitting out your water is not something I take offense too.” She assured your, using her sleeve to dry your face.

“Cool.” You said, relieved that you didn’t just blow your chance with this girl.

“What’s up? You’re not usually this quiet.” MJ nudged you. Your heart pounded as you felt everything coming to a head.

“I’m sorry. You just make me kinda nervous.” You admitted while you kept your eyes down.

“Why? Because I’m a big scary lesbian?” She joked.

“Because you’re beautiful.” You said sincerely as you looked up at her. She stopped smiling and raised her eyebrows slightly. You looked away again, fearing you just ruined everything you had with her.

“You’re kinda beautiful too.” She said after a beat of silence.

“You think?” You asked timidly. She smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I know. Why do you think I’m always observing you?” She pointed out. “I love the way you act when you think no ones looking. I practically die every time I see you pretending to fix your hair so you don’t get called on. It’s like, as soon as the teacher ask something, you jump a little and start braiding your hair. I adore it.” She laughed to herself as he laced her fingers through yours.

“I like the way you always say what you’re thinking.” You told her, in light of her confession. “And I like honest you are.”

“I like honesty. I value it above all.” She informed you. Your gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips, back to her eyes. She swallowed a little and gave your hand a squeeze.

“Can I be honest right now? Since you like it, and all?” You asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the mood.

“Of course.” MJ encouraged you.

“I really like it when you hold my hand.” You lifted your interlocked hands and held them to your heart, wrapping your other hand around hers. She looked at your hands and smiled to herself as you put them back down on your lap.

“I like it too.” She told you, and you felt the adrenaline coursing through you.

“Can I be honest again?” You asked, your leg bouncing a little as you worked up nerve.

“Go ahead.” MJ nodded.

“I honestly wish you’d kiss me right now.” You said as you looked her in the eyes. MJ smiled a little before leaving in a kissing you, using her free hand to keep your face in place. You kissed her back, tasting her spearmint chapstick before pulling away.

“I’ve honestly been waiting for that for the longest time.” She smiled against you lips and gave you another quick peck. You sighed happily and let out a shaky laugh, a little flustered but never happier. Not wanting the moment to end, you took the relationship further.

“Hey uh, I have a coupon for two free sandwich’s at Delmars. Would you maybe wanna get something to eat? With me?” You asked, still nervous to ask her out even though you just kissed.

“I’d love too.” She said as she pulled you up from the bleachers. “But we’re not using that coupon. I’m paying.”

“Why?” You asked curiously, shouldering your backpack as she picked up your books.

“I always pay on the first date.” She replied, kissing your cheek before leading you off the bleachers. You followed behind her with a dopey smile, all while holding her hand.

Later that day, Peter heard a panicked knocking at his door. He threw his phone on the bed after his fourth attempt to call you and opened the door, finding a very red faced you.

“Y/n, I was so worried.” Peter said as he pulled you into a hug. “Ned told me you fainted in health. What happened?”

“I’m fine, I swear.” You assured him before you let out a shaky breath. “I gotta tell you something.”

“Okay.” Peter furrowed his brows and closed they door behind you. He could hear your heart beating faster than it ever had and he worried that something had happened.

“Peter, I think I’m in love.” You admitted. Peter froze, his heart speeding up to match yours. Was it finally time for you two to take the next step and admit your feelings for each other. Peter kicked himself for waiting as long as he had, but at least it was happening now.

“Oh yeah? With who?” He smiled coyly, taking a step closer to you.

“With someone I really shouldn’t be into. Like, really, really shouldn’t be into.” You ran your fingers through your hair and Peter began to wonder what the big deal was.

“Why not?” He asked. “You can’t help how you feel.”

“But it’s all wrong Peter. I’ve never done anything like this, before. I thought I just liked their friendship at first but they way their brown eyes stared into mine started giving me butterflies, and I found myself constantly wanting to play with that curls and I just…” You covered your face with your hands and shook your head. “It’s just really confusing.”

“I know how you feel.” Peter put his hand on your shoulder, smiling a little to himself as you described him.

“You don’t.” You looked up at him, almost in tears. “You can’t.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, beginning to think this wasn’t the conversation he thought it was.

“I… I don’t know how to tell you this. I don’t know what to say, or how to explain.” You began to panic again and Peter took you by the hands, grounding you.

“Just say it, Y/n. You know you can tell me anything.” He said gently. Your bottom lip began to tremble and a tear fell down your cheek.

“But I love you more than anyone and if this changes how you see me I won’t be able to take it.” You cried and Peter pulled you into a hug.

“I love you too, and that’s why nothing will change the way I see you.” He said as he stroked your hair. You hugged him back tightly before letting go.

“Promise?” You asked.

“Promise.” He said as he wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“I like somebody.” You admitted, and his hope went back up.

“We’ve established that.” He chuckled. “What’s his name?”

You stared at Peter for a moment, heart racing and short of breath. You looked into his eyes, the eyes of your best friend, and made a decision to trust him.

“Her name is MJ.” You said slowly.

It didn’t have the affect on Peter that he thought it would. The girl he’d been in love with for ages just said she was in love with someone else, a girl for that matter. But something in Peters brain told him that whatever he was feeling could be dealt with later. It wasn’t time to get upset. It was time to make sure his best friend was okay.

“You like MJ?” He asked softly, squeezing your hands.

You nodded and your eyes filled with tears. Peter immediately pulled you into another hug and let you cry for a moment as he processed what you told him. He pulled away and held your face between his hands, looking you in the eyes.

“You thought that could change the way I saw you? The fact that you like a girl?” He chuckled softly at the thought.

“I didn’t know how you’d react, Peter. I mean, you read all those horror stories about parents kicking their own children out for things like this.” You whimpered and Peter shook his head.

“I know. But I’d never treat you like that, okay? You’re always gonna be safe here.” He promised.

“Thank you.” You pulled him towards you and kissed his cheek, letting you lips linger to communicate how much you appreciated his words.

“Come here. Sit. Let’s talk about this.” He said as he pulled you to his bed. You both sat down and he handed you a box of tissues. “Why are you so upset?”

“Because I like a girl, Peter.” You said as if it were crazy. “I had no idea I could do that. I grew up thinking I’d meet a prince and get married in his castle. I didn’t even know girls could like girls until Flash showed us that video Freshman year.”

“Let’s not talk about the video.” Peter closed his eyes and held up a hand.

“This is really scary for me, Peter.” You said quietly. “Everyone thinks I’m straight. My family, my friends, even me until recently. My parents never talked to me about this stuff. I feel like I was always expected to end up with a man. And now, I don’t know if I can. I love MJ. I love her the way I’m supposed to love boys. And that scares the hell out of me.”

“I know this isn’t something I can relate to, but I understand what you’re saying. You’ve always thought you were one thing and know you know you’re not. And that’s okay.” Peter rubbed your knee gently. It killed him to hear you say that you could never be with a man, but he knew this wasn’t the time or place to discuss that.

“When did this start?” He asked you.

“I don’t know. I always thought I just liked being her friend but I started thinking about her before I fell asleep, and right when I woke up.” You smiled a little to yourself at the thought of her. “I hate physics but I started looking forward to that class everyday because that’s when I got to see her. Getting to talk to her for 40 minutes was the best part of my day, you know? I could listen to her theories on mind control for hours. I just liked hearing what she had to say.” You shrugged and toyed with a tissue. “She was absent one Friday and I was pissed off all weekend. I asked myself why I was so upset that I didn’t get to see her, and it hit me. I like her.”

“Does she like you back?” He asked, feeling his mouth dry up as he awaited the answer.

“Yeah, she does.” You smiled happily. It killed Peter to hear but he smiled anyway. “We just went on a date at Delmars. She held my hand under the table the whole time and when she walked me home, she kissed me. She kissed me before, too. I thought I was straight this morning and now I’ve kissed a girl. Twice.”

“What did you do?” Peter asked, repressing the feelings that came up with your every word.

“I said goodbye and ran straight to your apartment.” You chuckled.

“Okay. Maybe not the best move, but I’m sure you’ll be able to redeem yourself.” Peter assured you.

“Hopefully.” You nodded. “I’m sorry. I know this is a lot to throw at you.”

“It’s okay.” He promised you. “I’m just processing that you like a girl.”

“It’s not just a girl, Peter. You know how you always tease me because I’ve never had a crush on anyone?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He recalled all the times he was more than happy to hear that you still didn’t like anyone.

“I think it’s because I was always waiting for it to happen on a guy.” You realized. “But being with MJ has made me realize that I’m just not into guys. I like girls. I think I always have.”

“You think you’re gay?” Peter asked and you sighed.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready to label it just yet. But I know I like MJ. And I know I’ve never had romantic feelings for a boy, even when I tried too.” You told him.

“Tried too?” He tilted his head. You but your lip and took Peters hand.

“I used to lie awake at night, just asking myself over and over why I didn’t want to date you.” You admitted. Peter kept his face neutral as he waited for you to continue. “I mean, you’re sweet and funny and caring -look at you- you’re the most handsome boy in the world.”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes.

“You are! I have always thought that.” You insisted and he blushed. “I love everything about you. I love your company, your opinions, all of it. I would spend everyday with you for the rest of my life if I could.”

“That’s how I feel, too.” He said softly.

“And yet, we never dated.” You shrugged. “We never got together like people wanted. For the longest time, I thought there was something wrong with me for not being able to like you like that. No matter how close we got, no matter how perfect you were, I just didn’t feel it. I think this is why.”

Peter looked down, taking everything in him not to cry. You had unintentionally given Peter the worst news of his life. You loved him, you always had, but you could never be with him. All those nights he spent lying awake, wondering if you were thinking of him. You were. Just not the way he hoped.

“Please say something.” You said in relain se to his silence. He took a deep breath and went on autopilot.

“I love you, Y/n. And I hope this works out for you. She seems like a great girl.” He delivered.

“She is. And you’re a great friend.” You got emotional again and pulled him into a hug. He hugged you back as tight as he could. This obviously wasn’t the last time he’d ever hug you, but it was the last time he’d hug you and wonder what it meant to you.

If only you knew how much he liked you. If only you knew how much this conversation killed him. It wasn’t your fault, and he knew it. He just happened to fall in love with a girl who also liked girls.

“Thank you for accepting me. I love you, Peter.” You said before pulling out of the hug.

“I love you too. Now get outta here. Go talk to your lady.” He nudged you playfully and your stood up.

“I’ll call you later?” You asked before you stepped out of his bedroom door.

“Yeah. Later.” He nodded and you left.

“Bye, May.” He heard you call.

“Bye, sweetie. Take care.” He heard May’s voice before his front door closed. He went into the living room where May was and stared silently at the door, the smell of your perfume still lingering in the air.

“I really like Y/n. I’m glad you two stayed friends all these years.” May said as she straightened up the pillows.

“Yeah. I like her too.” Peter said, keeping his voice low to keep it from breaking.

“Why don’t you ask her out, Peter? You guys are together all the time anyway.” May asked, looking up at Peter and immediately sensing something was wrong.

“I can’t. I’m not her type.” He looked at her, tears now his eyes. The tears he had been holding in since you arrived.

“What makes you say that?” She said, crossing the room to meet her nephew.

“I’m a boy.” He said as he broke down. All the emotions he had been repressing came out at once. He was happy for you, but he has never been further from happy for him. He slid down the wall and May rushed to him.

“What?” She asked, picking up his face to make him look at her.

“She’s into MJ, May. She just told me. And I never got a chance to tell her that I-“ He cut himself off with a sob.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” May cooed as he pulled him into a hug.

“I love her, May. But she can never love me back. It’s ruined.” He sobbed into her shirt.

“It’s not ruined, Peter. You’re still her best friend.” May assured him.

“I want to be her boyfriend. And now that’s never gonna happen. I didn’t even know she liked girls.” Peters body heaved as he cried.

“Did she know?” May asked, this confession being news to her. “That she likes girls?”

“She said she’s still figuring it out but MJ is the only person she’s ever developed feelings for.” Peter managed to say before letting out another sob.

“Then this must be a really confusing time for her, Peter. She’s gonna need her best friend.” May picked up his face again. “I know this hurts you, but you have to think about how Y/n is feeling. She’s gonna need someone to talk to about this.”

“How am I supposed to listen to her talk about the girl she likes when I’m in love with her?” Peter asked. “And I can’t even hate MJ. She makes Y/n really happy. I just wish that were me.”

“You make Y/n happy too. Just in different ways.” May said soothingly. “This is one crush, Peter. I know you love her, but you have to be okay with watching her with someone else. Y/n may grow up and never think of MJ again. But she’s always gonna remember her best friend.”

Peter let Mays words resonate with him all the night, and carry over into the next day. He had to be able to look at you without crying. He had to be there for you, no matter what it meant for him. He repeated the conversation with May over and over in his head as he put his books in his locker.

“Hey.” He jumped a little when he heard your voice behind him.

“Hey, you.” He said causally, eyes still dry.

“MJ asked me to be her girlfriend last night.” You told him quietly, not wanting other people to hear. It stung Peter but he kept a smile on his face.

“Did you say yes?” He asked, the polite thing to do.

“I did.” You broke into a smile. “We’re not telling people because, you know-“

“Homophobia.” You and Peter said at the same time.

“Exactly.” You chuckled. “But I had to tell you, being my best friend and all.”

“I’m happy for you, Y/n. I really am.” Peter kept his voice steady. He was determined to mean those words one day. A sad smile appeared on your face and you looked at your hands.

“Peter, I’m so lucky to have you in my life. The conversation that we had in your bedroom meant everything to me. Thank you.” You said tearfully as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He rested his arms around your waist and hugged you, no longer the girl he was pinning after but the girl he had to let go.

“Of course, Y/n. I’m here for you.” He said as you pulled away from the hug. These words, he did mean.

“Love you.” You told him as you squeezed his hand.

“Love you more.” He smiled. He watched as you walked away, smile fading as MJ caught up to you. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, the shoulders that bore your hoodie once again. Peter swallows thickly, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine.

That’s how it was for the rest of the year as you and MJ continued to date. You let a few more people know as the months went on. Some people were cool about it, some were not. The people who weren’t always got paid a visit from Spiderman to set them straight. Peter would watch you two together as he died inside. He was happy for you, he was. But that didn’t keep him from looking away every time you kissed her.

Flash, on the other hand, had no problem staring at you two as you gave MJ a kiss on the cheek.

“What is this? Are you two dating or something?” Flash pointed between you and her and laughed. Peter heard this conversation from across the hall, also hearing your heart speed up. If Flash knew, he’d tell the whole school, and you weren’t ready for that. Peter made his way to where you were, already seeing the terrified look on your face.

Coincidentally, Flash saw it too.

“Hey, relax. I’m only kidding.” He said softly when he noticed the scared look on your face. “I may be an asshole, but I’m no homophobe. Me and my right hand love lesbians. Isn’t that right, right hand?”

“Leave us alone Flash. Don’t you have to be disgusting somewhere else?” MJ jeered.

“Not until 4.” Flash retorted. “And I told you I was kidding. Don’t tell me you two actually together?”

“So what if they are?” Peter said as he approached Flash, pushing him back a little. “At least they know how to get girls.”

“Oh! That’s gotta burn, Parker. I’d roast you but it looks like you’ve been through enough, losing your girl to a girl and all.” Flash laughed but Peter didn’t let it affect him. “Ladies, don’t worry about this. Your secret is again weigh me. But if you ever want to get flashy, give me a call.” Flash said to you and MJ as he made his hand look like a phone before leaving.

“I hate him.” You sighed as you watched him leave.

“He’s not worth our time.” MJ reminded you as she took your hand in hers. “Thanks for sticking up for us, Parker.”

“Anytime.” Peter nodded, feeling proud of himself for getting rid of Flash.

“We have a physics lab to bs. See you around.” MJ patted his back and lead you down the hall.

“Bye Peter.” You gave him a quick hug before catching up to your girlfriend. He smiled as he watched you leave. At least that didn’t change.

“Bye Y/n. Bye MJ.” He called after you.

For the first time since you started dating MJ, Peter didn’t feel the rock in his tummy at the sight of you. He was used to seeing you in the arms of another by now, and it didn’t bother him the way it used to. It made Peter wonder if he was honest all the times he said all he ever wanted was for you to be happy. He did want you to be happy, but he wanted you to be happy with him. But Peter was different now. His outlook changed. As long as there was a smile on your face, maybe it didn’t matter who put it there.

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When It’s Cold (6)

*We stan open communication, patience, and informed, enthusiastic consent when it comes to acts of sex baby! That being said I have gotten a lot more comfortable and better at writing smut (imho) so compared to smut I have written in the past this is more detailed and thus a lot raunchier sounding than anything you may have read by me before. Just wanted to put that out there before we go diving into this. Also, if I have not somehow made this clear enough already: SMUTTY CHAPTER AHEAD!*

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Felix woke up a little stiff but otherwise happy. You were still asleep next to him. At some point in the night you both had turned over so he was spooning you. You fit into him like a puzzle piece. He really could get used to waking up like this.

You shifted in your sleep your back nestling further against his body. Felix froze as he realized that there was another part of him that had woken up this morning. Of all the days he could wake up with morning wood it had to choose the morning he was sleeping next to you and your ass was pressed right up against him. Okay. No matter. He can just move back so it isn’t touching you.

Felix slid his hips back from you but your body followed when he tried to pull away. He couldn’t push you away either since you were holding his free arm to your chest. Now that he was thinking about it Felix could feel exactly what it was his trapped hand was touching. So it seemed he was in a very awkward position. Your ass pressed against his erect dick and refusing to put space between it and his hand resting over one of your breasts where you kept it held. He really didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment that would come if you were to wake up while you two were like this.

He could just push you away and make a run for it. No. You didn’t deserve to be woken up like that. He started thinking of things to get his erection to go down but it persisted. It really wasn’t helped by the fact that you kept wiggling your butt against it either. If you kept squirming around it was never gonna go away.

“Hmm,” Your voice whined and pressed against him harder. You kept making small little noises as you squirmed and it suddenly dawned on Felix what was happening. You were having a dirty dream and were using the feeling of his erection between your thighs to get yourself off.

Oh this was conflicting.

He could either stay in place and let you ride this out, pun intended, and hope that you didn’t wake up or if you did wake up he could pretend to still be asleep and you could deal with any embarrassment on your own. There was also the chance that he could wake you up and you two could be mature about this situation and laugh it off in mutual embarrassment. Hell, it might even evolve into actual sex if he played his cards right. Then again he could still just run away and you two would never need to speak of this morning ever again.

He needed to make a decision soon because you were only getting more eager in your motions. Your breath was coming harder and he knew you would wake yourself up soon if he didn’t do anything. Damn it. Why did this have to feel so good?

“Hey,” Felix whispered, “Wake up. Time to get up, little girl.”

“Huh?” Your eyes were bleary but open, “Ugh…” You pressed into him again, still not fully awake. “Felix?”

“Right here,” He said, “You need to wake up now. You’re kinda...um...you are kinda rubbing…” Felix couldn’t get the words out. His face felt red hot.

“Rubbing?” You squinted over your shoulder at him. He sighed and glanced down at the lower half of your bodies. You looked down too and with a yelp leapt away from him. “Oh my god! Sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay,” Felix mumbled. He grabbed a pillow from the armchair to cover his lap. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You had your face hidden in your hands. Felix took a deep breath. You were so beautiful in the morning. Your bedhead and rumpled pajamas was the softest thing he had ever seen. He really wished he could have enjoyed it longer.

“Did I…” You whispered, your face still pointed away from him, “Did I cause it to be like that?” You pointed lamely to the pillow on his lap.

Felix gulped and clutched the pillow tighter. This line of questioning wasn’t helping to get rid of it.

“No,” Felix said, “Not in the way you’re thinking. It was already like that when I woke up you just kept it like that.”

“Oh god!” You groaned. You grabbed one of the blankets from the floor and pulled it over your head to hide. “This is mortifying.”

“Is it?” Felix said before he could think better of it. “Is it so bad to think that you may desire me the same way I desire you?”

“You what?” One of your eyes peeped out from your blanket cocoon.

“You heard what I said.” Felix took a deep breath. “I like you. I find you attractive. Why does it have to be embarrassing? It’s like you said: it’s just us here. Can we be honest without shame?”

“This is a lot to process first thing in the morning.” You were dodging. Felix didn’t blame you. He was trying to have a conversation you just weren’t ready for. Even though he knew you desired him you just weren’t ready to admit it to him yet. It hurt but he wouldn’t push you.

“It is rather early,” Felix sighed in defeat, “I’m gonna go get a shower.”

~~~

Felix walked past me and went up the stairs to his bedroom. My face was still uncomfortably hot as I replayed the morning’s events back in my mind. I had been having a pleasant dream about Felix. Instead of the hot and heavy dreams I was used to it was softer. Still sexual but it wasn’t dirty. In my dream he was making love to me. Sweet words whispered in my ear as he kissed me. When I woke up I almost didn’t realize I wasn’t dreaming anymore until Felix told me I was rubbing my ass up against him.

I had never felt more embarrassed! It also didn’t help that I was still turned on to the point I couldn’t even look at him lest I crawl back into his lap. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. What must he have been thinking when he woke up to me doing that?

But that wasn’t the entire story, was it? Felix had said he desired me. He wasn’t mortified by the experience like I was. He had been so sweet and honest about the entire situation while I cowered under my blanket. Why am I trying to avoid this? It’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks! He practically told me I’d be more than welcome in his bed and I turned him down. What is wrong with me?!

I need to fix this.

I shot to my feet and ran upstairs. I paced outside of Felix’s room for a few minutes before swallowing back my nerves and going in. Felix wasn’t in the bedroom. I heard the sound of running water and remembered that he said he was gonna get a shower.

This felt eerily familiar.

I lingered in the doorway debating if I should leave and come back in a few minutes when he was finished or stay and wait. As I was trying to think of what to do the water turned off and Felix emerged from the bathroom.

It didn’t seem like he had noticed I was there as he strolled across the room over to his dresser.

Keep my eyes up, do not look down at his naked torso. Everything will be fine.

“Uh Felix?”

“Geez!” Felix jumped. The towel around his hips started to slip and he grabbed at it to keep it from falling. “Damn it woman! Are you trying to give me a heart attack? What are you doing skulking in my door?”

“Sorry, I just…” I entered the room and let the door fall shut behind me. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“And this couldn’t wait until after I got clothes on?”

“Yeah. I didn’t think that through. I just wanted to say that I didn’t feel right about the way things were left downstairs. I don’t know why I’m so nervous about liking you. Probably because I haven’t ever liked anyone like I like you before. I certainly have never really wanted anyone like I want you and that scares me too. But I don’t want to be scared. I don’t want you to think that I’m pushing you away because I’m ashamed of what I feel. I do find you attractive and I do want more out of this relationship but it’s daunting. I don’t know where I would even start.”

“Darling,” Felix sighed, he cupped my face in his large hands and bent down to kiss me. “We start right here. We start by admitting what we want. We can take it as slow or as fast as you want to. We have more than enough time to explore together. Okay?”

“Okay.” I stood on my toes and pulled him down for another kiss. It was quickly turning heated and Felix pushed me away. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m still only wearing a towel.” He said, “And you are turning into a tent if you get my meaning.”

“Oh…” I blushed. I gazed into his pale slate blue eyes. “Anything I can help with?”

Felix’s eyes went wide. “You can’t just say stuff like that to me.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I might end up taking you up on it.”

“That’s exactly why I said it though.”

“You know what you’re getting yourself into, little girl?”

“I hope so.” I threaded my fingers with his, “And for your information I am not a little girl. Not in height and certainly not in age.”

“Are you sure about that, small fry?” Felix chuckled, “Looking kinda short from up here.”

“This is a perfectly normal height!” I protested, “You’re just freakishly tall! You know what? Forget it. I rescind my offer. Have fun of taking care of that on your own.”

“I’m sorry,” Felix tugged on my hand keeping me close, “I can’t help but tease you. Come back.”

He ran a free hand through my hair. His gaze searching mine. “I want you to. God knows how much I want you to but I don’t want you to do it if it isn’t what you really want. Don’t go thinking you have to jump into the deep end to keep me happy. I’ll still want you regardless.”

“I’m not behaving irrationally, Felix.” I told him, “I want to do this and, y’know, maybe in exchange you can...help me…?”

“Brave girl,” Felix smirked before kissing me again. He was leaning back against the dresser. His hands wandered from my hips up into my hair and down again. I felt something poke against my stomach and tried not to squeak like was my knee jerk reaction.

“Still want to do this?” Felix whispered. His voice was a lot deeper than before. It sent a pleasant tingle down my spine.

“Yes please.”

Felix took a deep breath and nodded. With trembling hands I untucked the towel from his hips and it fell to the floor. I was staring directly into Felix’s chest. I wasn’t sure what to do now that I had him naked. I had many fantasies but trying to re-enact them had me trembling with anticipation and fears of inadequacy.

“Need me to help guide you?” Felix spoke softly.

I nodded dumbly. Felix tilted my chin up to kiss me. His other hand rested over my dominant hand and pressed it to his chest. Slowly he moved it down lower, all the while his mouth was still on mine. I felt wiry hairs touch my hand and I flinched.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Felix whispered against my lips, “You’re alright, darling. Nothing to be scared of here. Just keep your eyes on me.”

I took in a deep breath and relaxed once more. With his hand still over mine he guided it along his cock. Letting me get a feel for what it felt like to touch it. His breathing was calculated and slow, trying to retain a sense of composure as he moved my hand over him and palmed the tip. He hissed through clenched teeth and kissed me again a bit more desperately.

“Are you good to keep going?” He asked.

“Yes.” My own voice felt faraway.

Felix moved my hand back down to the base and wrapped my fingers along the shaft. With his hand still around mine he moved it up and down his cock in sure slow movements. His wrist flicked and twisted slightly as we went. He was breathing hard now and I could tell he was trying not to moan or buck into my hand.

“Felix,” I kissed at his shoulder, “You can enjoy yourself. Don’t be so worried about scaring me off. Let me take care of you.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

I bit back a smile as I removed his hand from around mine so it was just me pleasuring him. I watched his face closely seeing what he liked and how to respond. It was so strange seeing this boy who was usually so stoic and rigid release his inhibitions and react how he wanted to in my grasp. I felt a surge of power as I started pumping him faster, the sound of his moans getting louder. Half mumbled words as his hips bucked against my fist. He kept one hand gripped on the lip of the dresser while the other held tightly to me.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his eyes were screwed shut, a small bead of perspiration gathered on his brow, “Fuck, I--” He broke off into wanton moans again.

“It’s alright, Felix. I want you to.” I trailed my lips along his chest, “Please Felix.”

He roared my name and bucked harder into my hand. Warm spurts of milky cum coating my hand in the process.

Felix panted as he rode out the tail end of his orgasm. Our eyes met and he pulled me to him crushing his lips to mine. “So I did a good job?” I chuckled against his lips.

“You were perfect, darling.” He collected his towel from the ground and wiped the cum from my hand. “Sorry about the mess. Looks like I got a bit on your pants too.”

“They needed washed anyway.” I shrugged.

“It’s your turn now.” He said. My eyes widened and he snorted. “Did you forget about that part?”

“A little. Got caught up in the moment with you.” I blushed harder. Felix brought me to him again for a sweet lingering kiss. “But I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” He grinned, “Chuck your pants in my hamper and sit on the bed for me.”

“Okay.” I turned to go.

“Oh, put this in there too while you’re over there.” Felix threw his towel at me. I caught it and tossed it in the bathroom hamper before stripping out of my pajama pants and tossing them in as well. I sat at the edge of Felix’s bed wearing only my panties and a sleep shirt.

Felix had pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt while I was waiting. My whole body was growing more jittery with every step he took towards me. It was a good kind of jittery though. My body thrummed with anticipation.

He sat down next to me. His hands caressed my face and left small kisses along my nose and cheeks. “I guided you, now you need to guide me.” He said, “Show me what to do. What you like.”

“Right,” I shook off my nerves. Shouldn’t be too hard, I just need him to do what I usually do when I’m alone. I can start slow. No need to rush.

I leaned closer and kissed him. As we kissed I moved his hand down to the hem of my shirt and slid it under so he was touching my bare skin. My skin tingled in the wake of his touch. His other hand followed as I encouraged him to touch my breasts. I moaned into his mouth.

“Soft,” Felix murmured, “I knew you’d be soft.”

“And your hands are rough.” I laughed slightly. Felix grimaced and started to withdraw before I pressed him back to me. “It’s okay. I kinda like it.”

I let him go so he could rub and play with my breasts. My shirt was hiked up and I quickly took it off so it was out of the way. He groaned next to me and after a nod from me he started peppering kisses along my chest. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked on it.

The ache between my legs was getting stronger. “Felix,” I took one of his hands and started leading it lower down my body. “I need you to touch me now.”

“With pleasure, darling.” We laid down against the bed. “Show me what to do.”

“First, I like to play with my clit until I feel ready.” His hand slid beneath the band of my panties and I whined when he touched my clit. He rubbed it in sure slow swipes, circling it with care as I moaned next to him.

“You’re really wet,” He said. “Do I make you feel that good, little girl?”

“Yes,” I gasped as he sped up slightly. I clung onto him tighter, my face buried in his shoulder. “Want to make me feel even better?”

“Of course,”

“Slide one finger inside me,” I instructed. Felix listened and I let out a moan that was half yelp.

“Did I hurt you?” Felix asked, concerned.

“No, it’s just um,” I shuddered around him, “Your fingers are longer than mine so you can get deeper than I normally can. It feels really good.”

“Good, now what would like me to do?”

I instructed him on taking me slowly. Curling his finger and letting my cunt stretch before he added another. I was starting to lose coherency as he began pumping his fingers in and out of me. Curling and scissoring my wet, aching cunt until I couldn’t form words anymore. He kissed my neck, whispered words of praise in my ear as my pleasure was driven higher and higher. I risked a glance down and nearly came at the sight of Felix’s hand in between my legs. It was so strange to see something I pictured so clearly in my mind actually happening.

“Felix,” I moaned, grasping onto him like my sanity depended on it. “Feels good...almost--almost--need more!”

“What do you need? Tell me how to please you.”

“Clit. Rub my clit.” I begged.

His other hand went down and started rapidly swiping and circling my clit. I shouted as stars danced before my eyes. I was gonna cum any second now. “Felix! Fuck Felix, I’m gonna--I--”

“Do it,” His voice was dripping with desperation, “Please darling, I want you to cum. I want to know you feel good. Please cum for me darling.”

“Felix!” I dug my fingernails into his shoulders as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy clenching tight over his fingers which were still coaxing me through my orgasm to draw it out as long as possible. I rocked against him, my shouts turning into whimpers as tiny post orgasmic shockwaves rolled through my body.

“I got you,” Felix whispered, “I got you. You were so wonderful for me, darling. I’m glad I could make you feel good.”

“Not just good,” I mumbled happily, “Fucking fantastic is what it felt like.”

“Happy to hear it.” He popped the fingers that had just been in my pussy into his mouth licking the juices off. He licked his lips with a smile. “I knew you would taste good too.”

“I cannot believe you just did that.” I hid my face in his chest, “Why did you do that in front of me?!”

“Because as splendid as this morning has been I have not had anything to eat yet today and I figured I had a good enough snack right here.”

“Felix!” My face felt like it was on fire.

“Stop hiding, if you can’t take it when I lick you off my fingers how are you going to handle when I have my head between your legs drinking it up straight from the source?”

“You what?!” I snapped my head up so fast I hit him in the jaw. “Ow, sorry,”

“Okay, that might have been a little too intense for an after handjob pillow talk. I concede that.” Felix rubbed his jaw, “How about we cool things down for the rest of the day? You go clean yourself up, get a shower, put on something comfy. I’ll go make us something to eat and we can watch whatever movie you want. Sound good?”

I rolled on top of him and kissed him. I didn’t care if I could taste myself on his tongue (It was kinda hot if I was honest with myself). I just wanted to express these deep feelings stirring inside that I couldn’t adequately express. If this wasn’t love then I don’t know what else it could possibly be.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Felix chuckled, “Now can you get off me? As much as I would love to keep you here in my bed for the rest of the day I did promise you food and a movie.”

“If I must,” I rolled off him and collected my shirt from the ground. With a final look at Felix I smiled and scampered out of the room back to my own. I think this has to be the best morning I’ve ever had.

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#now if you will excuse me i am gonna go stare at a wall #felix imagine #felix x reader #ouat felix #ouat #neverland #peter pan ouat #roommate au #smut

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barnesbabee · 5 years ago

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Hidden || S.M

Summary: ‘Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back’

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Words: Plenty I’d say

Genre: Smut

A/N: This is, by far, the filthiest smut I’ve ever written. It’s also my favourite. Enjoy! (There’s many kinks and harsh things described, if you’re not into that maybe this isn’t your cup of tea....)

@mangotexts was a babe for helping me with the beginning of the plot, love u <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :)))))

- WARNING! There’s some very harsh/sensitive things described in detail -

It wasn't supposed to be this way, it couldn't. Yet here you were, desperately scrolling down Craigslist in hopes someone was looking to share their flat.

College started in two days, and you had had no luck finding somewhere to live. You were starting to lose hope, and the best options were either staying in a hotel until you found a place, which you definitely couldn't afford, or get a place far away from your campus, which would force you to wake up at ungodly hours of the morning and spend a bunch of money in transportation every day.

Just as you were about to lose hope, your eyes landed on an ad with the title 'Flatmate needed'. Your eyes glanced over the description and requirements. Everything seemed fine, until you saw the profile of the ad owner: it was a man. You didn't know about moving in with an unknown man... It certainly wasn’t the ideal, but you had no other options.

You sighed and messaged him nevertheless, saying you were interested.

"Well if he kills me I won't have to pay for college anymore..."

The flat owner was quick to reply to your message, and you soon arranged a meeting.

Mingi and you became close very quickly. You were surprised (and lucky to be honest) to find such a heart-warming and kind man ready to welcome you into his flat.

Your worries washed away in less than a week of living with him, and every day was a blast with Mingi. He had the most fun, brightest personality, and you honestly loved having him around.

Everyone had a dark side, you knew it, you just thought that Mingi happened to be an exception, but oh were you about to be proven wrong.

Mingi had left the house about ten minutes ago, and you were frantically looking for your phone's charger, that he had hidden as a punishment for ‘not replacing the empty toilet roll’, again.

"Goddammit Mingi..." You cursed under your breath as you looked through every drawer and shelf in the house.

After looking through the kitchen, living room, and even the bathroom there was only one place left: his bedroom.

You didn't want to go in while he wasn't home because, well, privacy. But your phone was about to die and you had no idea where the fuck he had gone or how long he'd take. You opened the door and started looking through his drawers, through his desk and even under his covers, but nothing. The only place you hadn't checked was his wardrobe, but you highly doubted he'd just hang your charger along with his sweaters.

You ignored the fact and opened it nevertheless, and immediately regretted it.

You froze in place, your hands still placed on the white doors of the wardrobe, unable to move. Your eyes were glued to the various sex toys displayed before you. You shouldn’t have been there, you shouldn’t have seen it and yet you couldn’t look away...

There was everything in the wardrobe: ropes, chains, gags, butt plugs, vibrators, you name it. Every kind of extravagant sex toys was in that closet of Mingi's.

You couldn't move, and even when you heard footsteps coming closer and eventually stopping right behind you, you remained immobile.

You felt a pair of large hands grab your waist, and a man breathing against your neck.

"Do you like my collection?"

Mingi's lust-filled voice seemed deeper than usual, and it sent shivers down your spine.

You didn't speak, you just let your hands, that had been holding the wardrobe doors, fall beside your body. Mingi chuckled and pulled you back by the waist, making his semi-hard dick press against your ass.

"Do you wanna try them on you Y/N, hm?"

You didn't even know what you were doing, but the man's deep, seductive voice, his dick pressed against you and the view before your eyes... It made you horny and curious, and you found yourself slowly nodding to his question.

He turned you around harshly and looked you in the eye.

"I need you to tell me you want this, because when I start I won't be able to stop it." He asked you, as his hands caressed your curves.

You were scared but excited at the same time. There was a mix of emotions flowing through your body, but the rush of the moment overcame it all and you gave into his touch.

"I want this Mingi." You assured him.

Although you tried to hide it, Mingi could still spot the nervousness in your voice.

"It's okay princess, if you think I'm going too far tell me to stop, okay?"

You nodded along to his statement, giving the man the green card to make you his.

His hands roamed around your body and his lips attacked yours as if he'd be waiting for this all his life. His fingers played with the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down slowly, never breaking the kiss. Once they fell down to your feet you stepped out of them and kicked the piece of clothing somewhere else. Mingi's lips trailed down to your neck and exposed collar bone. He nibbled on your skin, biting down and sucking harshly on the most sensitive spots.

Your hands, previously resting on his biceps, traveled up to his hair. You tugged on it and threw your head back, giving him all the access he wished for.

Mingi's hands went up your body and into your shirt, cupping your exposed breasts in the process. It was Saturday, you weren't planning on leaving the house and as per usual you didn't wear a bra on a lazy day. Generally, not having a bra would be a plus, even a turn on sometimes, but Mingi got off on seeing underwear, and slowly peeling it off, so the absence of it annoyed him. He pulled away from the kiss and removed your t-shirt.

He stepped away from your body and analyzed you head to toe.

"No bra, hm? Such a slut... I'll have to punish you for that."

"But I never wear-"

He wrapped his fingers around your throat and squeezed it.

"Do not speak when you're not asked to."

You nodded at his words. God you looked so innocent under his touch... You looked so, so appetizing to him. He didn't retrieve his hand, he just cocked his head to the side and looked at you for a second, imagining all the ways he could break you.

Eventually he removed his hand and looked over to the bed, motioning you to get on it. You quickly complied and sat on his bed, anxious yet excited for what was about to come. You saw him fumble around in one of the drawers of the wardrobe but you couldn't tell what he was looking for, until he turned around.

In his hands, Mingi held a blindfold and two ropes. Your eyes shot up at him with a questioning look. He smiled mischievously and knelt on the bed.

Mingi grabbed your right wrist and wrapped one of the ropes around it, then proceeding to tie it to the bedpost. He moved onto the left wrist and did the same.

You looked at him with worried eyes. Upon noticing this, Mingi kissed your left cheek lightly.

"Don't worry princess, I'm gonna make you feel so good." He told you, and then blindfolded you.

You heard him get off the bed and fumble with something, which you assumed were his clothes that he was stripping from.

His cold hands ran up and down your body. His index finger hooked around the waistband of your panties and he pulled them, just to let them go afterward, causing the elastic to slap against your waist.

You winced a little and he slapped your ass.

"You can make noise only when I tell you to, got it?"

You bit your lip and nodded. Every time his hands left your body you wondered what he would do next, and the blindfold, preventing you from even trying to guess what he was about to do, made your original excitement double.

Mingi's fingers ran up and down your womanhood from the outside of your panties. You spread your legs wider for him as he felt the wet spot in your underwear get bigger and bigger. The man eventually pushed your panties to the side, never removing them, so your core was exposed to him.

He appreciated it for a second before licking a strip along it. His tongue licked your pussy up and down and swirled around your clit, before entering you.

Upon feeling his tongue fucking you and his thumb apply pressure on your clit, you bit down on your lip and grabbed the ropes attached to your wrists.

You tried your best to keep quiet, and you were succeeding. Mingi didn't like that, so he replaced his tongue with two fingers and you immediately let a loud moan escape your lips.

"Tch... You can't keep quiet for me, can you? Well maybe I should punish you the way you deserve."

Mingi pulled your soaked panties off of you and reached for something in his nightstand.

"Open up." He demanded and you opened your mouth.

He quickly shoved a metal object in it, and you swirled your tongue around it before he removed it. He did nothing for a second, but you then felt the saliva-covered object push into your ass. A butt plug.

You kicked the mattress under you as he entered the full thing. He slapped your inner thigh harshly.

"Behave. Or else I won't let you come today." He threatened, and you shivered at his dominant tone.

You could only nod at him. He told you to open your mouth once more and you complied. He shoved a gag in your mouth and tied it around your head.

"Since my little slut can't keep quiet I'll just have to shush her myself," he grabbed the sides of your face violently "right?"

You nodded once more, since it was all you could do. Once Mingi let go of your face he looked at you once more and chuckled.

So little, so pretty, so innocent... All spread out just for him. Yearning for his touch. Mingi wanted to break you in so many ways. He jerked himself at the sight for a second, he wanted to fuck you so bad... But he didn't want the fun to be over just yet. He still needed to hear you beg, gagged and restrained like that.

Mingi grabbed the vibrator he had put in the nightstand and turned it on. Just by the sound you knew what awaited you and you shivered.

The man teased you by playing with it around your clit first. Your jaw began to hurt, from biting down on the gag ball so hard. He then inserted it in you slowly, and pushed it out just as slowly. You lifted your hips and bucked them up, trying to get as much contact with the vibrator as possible. The action made you earn a harsh slap to your ass.

"You greedy girl..." He teased.

He sped up his hand movements with the vibrator and increased the strength he did it with. Your breaths became heavy, your chest raised and fell quickly, your legs started shaking and your abdomen was flexed as you forced your orgasm to hold back. Mingi noticed it and decided to torture you a little more. His thumb played with your clit and you started tugging on the ropes around your wrists, trying your best to distract yourself.

"Come for me princess, come on."

Once he allowed you, you released all of the tension built up and let your orgasm flow. What you didn't expect, however, were the strings of fluid being expelled from you, as your legs shook. It had never happened to you before, but you could tell you had just squirted all over Mingi.

"Oh my God..." He growled.

He pulled the blindfold off of your eyes and threw it somewhere, discarding the gag just as quickly. Your eyes were watery and there was drool all over your lips and cheeks.

"You are so getting rewarded for that princess."

His lips latched onto yours as he violently made out with you. He bit and sucked on your lower lip while one of his hands pinched and tugged on your left nipple. He kissed down your body until his lips were sucking on your right nipple.

When he pulled away, he stood on his knees and looked down at you, appreciating the view once more. You looked so fucked out, he loved it. The teary eyes, the plump red lips, the marks of the gag on your cheeks, his bites showing up on your neck, and your red inner thighs that had the marks of his hands... God he could do this all week long.

He flicked his tip over your clit a couple times.

"Beg for me princess. I wanna hear how bad you want me."

"Please Mingi, please fuck me! I've been waiting for so long and I behaved, please put your cock in me!" You begged, with your best innocent face.

Mingi rammed into you with no mercy. He grabbed your hips for stability and pushed in and out of you violently.

This man's stamina had no end.

You were a moaning mess under his touch and you loved it.

"That's right princess, moan for me. You look so pretty with my cock in you."

You let out a whimper as one of his hands moved out of your hips to play with the butt plug.

With his dirty praises, teases, and groans you clenched around him and came for the second time. Your whole body was trembling from the slight overstimulation, your mouth was open, and your were eyes closed in pleasure.

Mingi pulled out of you and skillfully undid the ropes around your wrists. He got out of the bed and pointed at the floor beside him.

"Kneel." He demanded.

You quickly got on your knees for him and opened your mouth obediently, knowing exactly what he wanted.

He grabbed your hair into a ponytail and brought your mouth to his dick. You wrapped your lips around the tip and swirled your tongue around it. You then wrapped one of your hands around his length as you took as much of him as you could, while the other one rested on his thigh.

Mingi's hand, that was gripping your hair, pushed your face down on his cock, forcing you to take him all him. You gagged as he repeated this a couple of times.

Finally, he removed his cock from you when he felt his orgasm coming and started jerking himself off.

"Come all over me, Mingi, please..." You begged breathlessly, looking up at him innocently while you stuck out your tongue.

The look on your face made it impossible not to come, and so he did. Mingi came all over your face, with a loud groan and a praise on how good you looked.

He sat down on the bed, trying to catch his breath. You were both sweaty and panting. His hair was stuck to his forehead and a bead of sweat could be seen rolling down the side of his cheek.

"Was I too rough?" He asked.

"Nope." You replied wearing a smile, with his cum dripping down your chin.

God, you were precious.

#mingi #song mingi #mingi smut #ateez #ateez smut #mingi imagine #ateez mingi smut #mingi ateez #kpop #kpop smut #kpop imagine #ateez mingi imagine #song mingi smut

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shushushleep · 5 years ago

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A Broken Heart And A Spotless Mind (Series)

Hi, this is my first ever fic and I apologize for my grammatical errors, English isn’t my first language…Hope you like it.

B!D and Lena where Lena confronts B!D about lying to her about Kara being Supergirl but the thing is B!D just like Alex had her mind wiped by J’onn so that she could protect Kara.

Word Count: 1725 Warnings: Angst and Violence

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

“Kara...Kara Danvers? My sister? Babe you must be kidding me.” You were shocked and you let out a chuckle thinking that Lena is pranking you or something but at the same time you’re confused because of her stern facial expression, “(Y/N), Don’t lie to me” Her green emerald eyes begins to water she’s also confused if you’re playing her and taking her for a fool. “GET OUT (Y/N)!” Her voice is firm “Lena, babe I don’t understand! I would never lie to you” Now your eyes starts to water still confused about the things that Lena accused you and your sisters especially Kara and the whole super friends lying to her. A moment ago you were so giddy and excited to see your girlfriend but then as you entered her apartment you can see that all of her lights are off so you wander until you saw a dim light in the hallway coming from Lena’s bedroom you walked towards it but then you heard a glass shattering so you come running then you found her sitting on the floor, puffy eyes and a half bottle of one of her expensive scotch, you approach her but all she did was to be cold and distant you. “Lena please talk to me, darling please.” Lena looked at you, caressing your cheek and you lean on her hand and she looked you in eye. “You are such a good liar, you are so convincing you know, you made me believed that a Luthor like me is worth loving, but all you ever did was to betray me and treat me like an outsider.” She let’s go of you and turns away from you and as she looks at her window.

“(Y/N), Get out now, or else I have to call security!” You were taken aback you were so confused about why Lena is acting like this but before you go, you muttered something to your girlfriend, “Lena, I didn’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I wouldn’t lie to you and please remember that.” You look back from the doorway expecting her hug, her running to come back to you or an apology from her but nothing. So you head for the main door to leave her apartment, as you close the door you tears start to fall as you walk to the elevator then as you exit the building, you don’t want to go to your apartment just yet, you wanted to clear your mind so you started walking blindly not knowing where your feet are taking you, a few walks later you ended up in the park, you sat on the bench and then began sobbing uncontrollably, good thing it was night and no one can see you being a total mess. A little later you began to calm down but your eyes still blurry so you began to walk towards to your apartment but as you walk, you hear screeching tires then all of the sudden a black van stopped in front of you and then a man grabbed you and knocks you out...

The next day was game night at J’onn’s place, your sisters, Kara and Alex began to prepare the games and snacks, while J’onn had to run some errands. “Hey where’s (Y/N)?” Asked Alex because it seems unusual of you to not help them to prepare during game night because you love to setting the games and it has always been your routine to prepare a bizarre food combination made out of the snacks that Kara has picked out, like flamin’ cheetos with milk or PB&J with hot fries and other odd food combinations that you’ve conjured. “Oh she texted me last night that she’ll surprise Lena or something and she didn’t come home, so...” Your oldest sister covers her ears “Ok, you don’t have to finish your sentence I get it. It’s just not like her to not answer my calls.” Alex notices that Kara was quiet for some time and seems like something’s bothering her “Alex, I think it’s time to tell Lena about me being Supergirl.” Alex looked at her curiously “And how are you planning to do that? Without (Y/N) finding out?” Kara grabs the nearest chair and sits on it and rubs her temple. “I don’t know how long I could keep doing this to Lena not to mention (Y/N), I miss the little things we do.” Alex remembers those ridiculously things that you do with Kara whenever you two are bored “Like when she throws a popcorn seed and you using your laser vision to make popcorn in the air?” Kara chuckles at that memory “Yeah those little things or when she randomly tips herself over and I catch her every time she falls...” Kara sighs “I miss her so much it pains me to see her like that... her not remembering that I am Supergirl.” The red head puts a comforting hand to the heroine’s back to comfort her. “Hey, her memories will come back, just like mine did...We just have to wait for it to come back to her and if you want to tell it to Lena then I’ll distract our baby sister with something shiny or a candy or whatever Nia and Brainy could do to distract her.” Kara lets a little sigh and gave her a weak smile. An hour passes by and it’s almost eight o’ clock the usual time that Game Night starts. Nia, Brainy, and Kelly are already there and they’ve already started the game, your best friend Nia noticed that you haven’t annoyed or forced her to eat one of your odd food combos, “Hey Kara, is (Y/N) going to attend tonight? Because I’ve been practicing my mortal kombat skills and I’m ready to kick her butt” Nia chuckles but Kara looked back to Alex because they’re now having a feeling that something is a bit off but then someone entered, they look at the person who have just entered the living room, it’s Lena who brought two wine bottles. “Hey, there she is. All we need to wait is for James and (Y/N).” J’onn said but Lena quickly stopped at her tracks by the mention of your name then Kara approached her to hug her with a wine glass at hand then she said that she has something really important to tell her but then Alex just came out from the bathroom and notice Lena but without you and her stomach starts to tingle a little bit with worry but she brushes it of so she came over to greet the black-haired woman. “Lena, hi so glad you could make it.” She hugs the her “Well…It’s been awhile since the last game night because we’re all busy to stop my psychotic brother.” Lena chuckles a little bit and it became silent for a second but then Alex breaks the silence and shifts the topic. “So…Is (Y/N) going to be here any minute?” Lena suddenly froze because for the first time she doesn’t know what to say or how to say it, her mind is debating between her saying that you and her were not in speaking terms if not a breakup then scream at everyone and especially to Kara for lying to her about her identity or to suck all the pain up for just this night, this last night because she didn’t know if she can handle them lying to her face to face, especially Kara. “About that… (Y/N)..” Before she even blurts out the truth about your current situation her phone rings and it’s from an unknown number. “I think you should answer that, It seems urgent because who would’ve call at a Friday night.” Kara says. Lena excuses herself and she goes to the balcony to have some privacy.

“Hello, who is this? My office hours are already finished so you can just send the message to my assistant on Monday morning.” She puts on her Business voice but then her mood changes the voice that she heard from the other side of the phone sends shivers down to her spine. “Lena Luthor. Just the person who I was looking for, took me seventy calls before you picked it up.” Henshaw smirks “What do you want!” Lena’s voice slightly breaks. “Oh Lena, it’s not what we want, it’s about what YOU want dear.” That voice she recognize that voice anywhere, that all too familiar voice of Lillian Luthor. “What do you mean? I don’t anything to do with you .” Lena’s voice hints with anger “Oh I know, but you would anyway because I have something that you treasure the most.” Lena was hit by the realization that even though you broke her heart she can’t ignore or hide the fact that she still loves you even though she’s pushing it out the way. “Where’s (Y/N)?!” On the other side of the room Brainy received a some kind of link from his DEO tablet then he notifies Alex about it then all of then suddenly stopped playing monopoly then Alex turn on J’onn’s TV so they can watch it but then after the Brainy pressed the video they we’re all shocked and Alex, Kara, Nia and J’onn are now tearing up they can’t believe in what they are now seeing from the screen it was a video of you tied up from a chair badly beaten, with bruises and all and a blood on your lips. Lena re-enters the room then she saw you in the video. She dropped her wine glass then it shattered at the impact from the floor everyone looked at her, her eyes can’t stop the tears from falling as she looks at the screen. Then in the video Lillian began to speak. “Give me the Lead Dispersing Device and the Isotope within twenty-four hours, in exchange for your beloved little Danvers.” Lillian holds your chin. “And oh no tricks this time…Or else this will be the last time you’ll see (Y/N) Danvers breathing. Don’t keep me waiting…” The video ended Kara has now somehow clench her hand in anger and her teeth can break through a steal with anger, Alex on the other hand is cursing on the other side of the corner and throws a punch at the nearest wall and Nia’s tears start to fall again.

#b!d #baby danvers #lena luthor x reader #baby!danvers #Lena Luthor imagine Lena Luthor x female reader #supergirl imagine #supergirl cw #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl tv #supergirl fic #supergirl #lena luthor x female reader

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 4 years ago

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Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Eight: The Morning After (part two)

“Nothin’,” she smiled back at him, squeezing her hair out with the towel before moving it over her body (she didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on her breasts and legs when she toweled them off). “I’m just happy, is all.”

“Yeah?” He stepped towards her again, cupping her cheek with his hand, and leaned down to kiss her.

“Yeah,” she murmured against his lips.

“Me, too,” he kissed her then, one still-damp hand finding her equally damp waist, and she wound her arms around his neck, water droplets from his hair trickling down her skin.

It was stranger kissing him out of the shower while they were still wet than it was kissing him in it. She was cold, but in a different way than she’d been when they’d been outside, and she was more… present. Her mind was all there, 100% right there with him. Her head wasn’t in the clouds; she could think clearly.

At least, as clearly as was possible when one was having their second-ever non-solo-and-not-a-dream sexual encounter and that sexual encounter just so happened to be with one’s soulmate/twin brother.

Either way, she was doing a-okay overall. In any case, he was still kinda dripping, and so was she because although they had dried off, everyone knows that the only way to really get dry is with time, and Mabel was most certainly not up for waiting until they were adequately dry to lay on the bed without getting it all wet and icky.

He was kissing her neck, and definitely sucking some more hickeys into her skin (because apparently the right side of her neck was not adequately marked upin Dipper’s eyes, it would seem), and she ran a only-a-teensy-little-bit-shaky hand up his back, which, eek still bare still bare he’s still naked still naked-

“Dip,” she gasped his name quietly, and he hummed against her neck in response. “We probably shouldn’t… ah, that feels… mmm… we probably shouldn’t lay on the bed, but I want…” she trailed off, too embarrassed to express just how badly she wanted him inside her. She could only vaguely recall, and, uh. She wasn’t having that. She wanted the memory of how he felt inside her to be so vivid she could recall the sensation at a moment’s notice.

“We can in here,” he told her, pulling her bottom lip gently between his teeth and pressing himself against her.

“I- in here? Is that even a thing?”

“Mhm,” he hummed against her neck again.

“How does that work?”

“I’ve, uh,” he coughed, pulling away from her slightly. “Seen it done.” Translation: porn. He’d seen it in porn.

“Riiiiiiight…” she trailed off. “So, again: how?”

He kissed her softly and reached for her hand. “C’mere.” He pulled her in front of the mirror, which was still too fogged up for her to see anything but the vague shapes of herself and him standing behind her. And then-

And then he pressed another kiss to the hollow of her throat, right over where he’d sucked a bruise into the skin there the night before. He was pressed flush against her back, and he’d put both hands on her hips, trailing one up her side and then around to squeeze her left breast, pinching her nipple as he did so. She gasped, leaning her head back into him.

“Touch yourself, Mabes,” he whispered in her ear before continuing to suck her neck and pull at her nipple. She could feel him, hard against her lower back, and she slowly lowered a hand between her legs. “Put your fingers inside for me.”

She struggled with this from the angle she was standing at, but if she bent down a little, she was able to just… it was nothing like him. He’d filled her perfectly, and in comparison, her fingers fell woefully short.

“There you go,” he encouraged in that soft, sexy voice that she wanted to drown in, reaching up to grip her other breast, giving it the same attention as the right. She gasped again, a sound that was almost his name, but not quite. “Open yourself up for me. Pump your fingers in and out.”

She did so, and it felt good but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him. “D-Dipper,” she whimpered, the syllables of his name struggling to emerge from her throat.

“Mmm?” He was grinding himself against her, pulling and twisting her nipples.

“Please,” she begged.

“Tell me what you want, Mabes,” he told her softly, almost yanking at one of her nipples as she continued to move her fingers inside her.

“You,” she was practically sobbing, she needed him so badly. “Please, Dip, I- I want you inside me so bad. Please,” she begged.

“Anything,” he promised. “Anything you want.” He removed his hands from her breasts, and she whined quietly at the loss. “Bend over and put your hands on the counter.”

She pulled her fingers out and did as he said. Dipper reached down between her legs to find where her entrance was, and she whimpered again as he touched her,

“Dip,” she whined, desperate for him.

“I know, sis, I know,” once he found it, he put his hands on her hips and thrust inside her and-

Holy fucking shit if she thought he was deep before, she had no idea what she was talking about, because what he was doing was, like. Next level deep. She squeaked, because she 100% had not been expecting that.

“Fuck, Mabel, this is- fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and thrusting into her again.

“It feels good,” she whimpered, and then yelped when he thrust into her again. “Ummf!” Another thrust. “That’s- oh fuck, Dipper, please don’t stop,” she was begging him again. She knew she was. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything. As long as he didn’t stop, the sky could fall and the sun could explode for all she cared.

He thrust again, his hips slapping against her ass. “Why-why would I-“

“Harder,” she whimpered, clenching her fingers against the counter. He obliged, and Mabel couldn’t contain her screams. They echoed off the walls of the bathroom, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Scream for me, Mabes.” Mabel did, and he groaned, slamming into her. “Fuck, that’s so hot. I love it when you scream like that. All for me. Tell me it’s all for me.”

“A-ah,” Mabel gasped, struggling to speak because the dude was just. He was just not letting up. “All for you, Dipper.”

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy, I- I love you,” he gasped, punctuating his words with a thrust. “I love you,” he said again.

“I lo- mmmmmf just like that, yeah- I love you too.” Her arm was flat against the counter, and she was leaning her forehead against it, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth open slightly.

He pulled back a bit too far at one point, accidentally pulling out of her. “No!” She exclaimed, looking over her shoulder at him desperately. “Come back, put it back, bro bro, please!”

He realigned himself with her, slamming into her again, and her body jolted with the force of it. She cried out, startled at how rough he was being. He leaned forward, resting his chest against her back, kissing her neck and as he snapped his hips forward.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly, kissing her neck again. Mabel reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit with a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a gasp. “There you go,” he encouraged, pulling back up and thrusting into her again.

Mabel was whimpering quietly, which seemed to spur Dipper on, because he pounded into her furiously until she was screaming for him again, just the way he liked. He let up a bit, emphasis on a bit, because he was still gripping her hips hard enough to bruise (which, yes yes yes his fingerprints bruised into her hips fuck yes) and, for lack of a better term, fucking her senseless.

“Rub yourself faster,” he gasped out. She did as he told her, focusing on the feeling of him moving inside her and the sound of his moaning. Everything about him, everything, was just so unbelievably sexy it should’ve been illegal.

She felt herself clenching around his cock, and when he groaned at the sensation, she knew she was getting close. Rubbing herself as fast as she could with him slamming into her like there was no tomorrow, she managed to get out a few words, “Dip I’m- I’m gonna-“

“Good girl, that’s it,” he praised, fucking her harder. At his words, Mabel convulsed for a half a second, and then her body froze, her mouth hanging open. Dipper never stopped thrusting into her throughout her orgasm.

She was shaking afterwards, trying to catch her breath, her whole body sensitive and tingly. But he didn’t stop, he just kept going. Not that she minded, of course. It was just she was sensitive as all hell.

She was whimpering, gasping quietly, and he was going faster and faster, until-

He pulled himself out of her with a jerk and a groan, and Mabel was concerned for a split second because it almost sounded like he was in pain, or this weird mix of pleasure-pain, and she winced at the loss of him (how had she gone her entire life feeling so utterly empty?). There was something warm and wet trickling down her back, and she realized he’d just cum on her, and shivered at the thought, because his cum was on her skin oh god Dipper’s cum was on her skin.

“Shit,” he muttered, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. It was… nice to think that it was her who’d made him so out of breath. “Stay there, lemme… lemme get that for you.”

“Huh?” She was dazed; his words weren’t really sticking. She barely registered the sound of the sink being turned on, even though it was right next to her, or the shower door opening and closing again a few seconds later. A warm, wet cloth was being rubbed along her back and some on her butt, even.

“There you go,” came Dipper’s voice after a minute or so (not that Mabel could’ve pinpointed the time it took him, of course). “Uhhh… you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m- I’m good. Sorry, kinda out of it,” she pushed herself up from the counter.

He laughed awkwardly, looking away. “That’s… probably my fault.”

“It’s okay,” she told him softly, turning and falling into his arms, her bare chest against his. “I liked it.”

“Me, too,” he smiled, kissing the top of her head “let’s go lay down, okay?”

Mabel nodded.

He led her to the bed, an arm around her waist. Once she’d plopped down, he grabbed their respective underwear, and his shirt, and he was looking around for hers, too, when she reached up and snagged it from his hands, along with her panties.

“Gimme those,” she said, pulling on her panties and then yanking his shirt over her head. She grabbed it in her hand and brought it to her nose, breathing in deeply. Ah, she thought. Dipper smell.

“Uhh… Mabes,” he said awkwardly, pulling his boxers over his narrow (and incredibly sexy, if she were being honest) hips. “That’s… that’s my shirt.”

“No doi,” she told him, laying down and patting the space beside her. “Imma wear it. Suck it up, buttercup.”

“...kay.” He got in bed next to her, and she rested her head between his chest and armpit, smiling as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the crown of her head affectionately.

“I love you, bro bro,” she told him softly, snuggling up against her.

“Love you, too.”

Mabel couldn’t have said exactly how long they stayed like that, peaceful and content, somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness. It was perfection. It was heaven.

Until they heard the door to their room open, and their parents walked into their little haven.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gf fanfiction #pinecest #mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #fanfic #looks like someone picked a whole bushel of oopsie daisies #my writing

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kaistarus · 5 years ago

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Hell Week

Pairing: Bakugou X Reader

Words: 2.4K

Summary: Marching Band AU--Getting ready for marching season means hell week. Six hours a day in the ninety degree weather leaves few perks except everyone’s wearing as few clothes as possible to prevent heat stroke. Also, you don’t mind spending as much time staring at some people as possible...

Notes: I just miss being outside and good weather and groups of friends and you know what encompassed all of that? Marching season. So here’s to that.

Ko-Fi // Master List

“You were a half-count fucking late getting to your spot, Pikachu.”

Kaminari was attempting to kick himself up into a handstand while Bakugou lectured him. “I was not,” he kicked over with too much force and landed on his back with a huff, locking eyes with Bakugou from the ground. “Maybe you need to get your eyes checked.”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

You watched the drumline begin their usual antics with an amused smirk. It didn’t matter how many years Bakugou had been section leader he’d never be able to reign them in.

Taking a deep breath you let your trumpet hang loose from your grasp as you relaxed your forearms atop your head. You’d been out on the field for only a few hours, but the mid-summer temperature was already nearing ninety degrees and that alone was depleting your energy. The sun’s harsh ray’s were baking your skin and if it wasn’t for the fact that you, like many of your band-mates, had already stripped yourselves of your shirts you’d be soaked in a thick layer of sweat.

You wiggled your toes in the football field’s soft grass, snickering as Uraraka made mocking gestures behind Bakugou’s back while he listed off minor mistakes their section had already made.

“Are you checking out Bakugou again?” Mina’s sudden cheerful voice made you jump.

“No,” you blurted unconvincingly, causing a devious smirk to grow on her lips.

“So the boy you constantly flirt with is in the general direction you’re zoning out in and I’m supposed to believe you’re not checking him out?”

You glanced back over your shoulder to where Bakugou had given up scolding his group and was instead flipping through his setbook for the next position. You gave him a quick once-over while gnawing on your bottom lip and nodded your head. “Uh-huh.”

“Very convincing.”

“And I’m just supposed to pretend you haven’t been checking out the clarinet section all morning?” You turned on her with a raised brow and her face tinted red. “What’s his name? Sero?”

She crossed her arms slowly while pointing her nose to the sky. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You narrowed your eyes, but decided to stop while you were ahead. When you snuck a peak back at Bakugou you felt a flush creep up your face when you made direct eye contact with him. In classic fight or flight, you froze like an idiot at being caught checking him out.

He simply raised an eyebrow with a scowl that read ‘you trying to fight?’ which made you roll your eyes. He would jump to that first. You stuck your tongue out at him teasingly and weren’t surprised when he sent you a lazy middle finger. From anyone else you’d be furious, but coming from Bakugou you simply scoffed, shaking your head with a lopsided smile.

Maybe the heat was getting to you, but you thought you noticed his lips quirk into a quick smile as well.

“Alright, enough flirting,” Mina nudged your stomach. “Break’s over.”

You pouted at her comment, but at the same time didn’t deny it. Midoriya’s voice came sternly from the front of the field where he stood atop a makeshift wooden platform. You squinted beneath the sun’s intensity and cursed yourself that after four years you still somehow managed to leave your sunglasses on your dresser at home. He announced the next movement, so you and Mina searched where to go in the set book hanging loosely around your neck by a cheap lanyard. Your target was a few steps back and on the forty yard line.

Once everyone had positions located Midoriya began the countdown, and when the metronome began you were tip-toeing back 16 counts to your position. You saw Mina matching with you perfectly in your peripherals as usual, but you grumbled when you saw the rest of the line. The shape ended up as anything but the arch it was supposed to, and at least three trombones were out of step.

Fucking freshman.

“Hey, it’s our favorite trumpets.” Kirishima’s cheerful voice rang out behind you. You felt heat rise to your cheeks before you turned around. How did you not notice the next position was this close to the drumline?

“Sup nerds?” Mina quipped back causing Kirishima to pout.

“Dealing with Bakuboy like usual.” Uraraka said, making Bakugou’s eye twitch.

“At least he’s not making us carry instruments the first day,” Kaminari tapped his head with his drumsticks. “I almost passed out last year.”

“He’s growing soft on us.” Kirishima punched Bakugou’s shoulder lightly and Bakugou scowled back at them.

“No fucking respect.”

You giggled lightly. “Poor Bakuboy.” You teased, and he sneered down at you. “Come on, you guys win best drumline every year.” You rubbed the spot between your brows then pointed to his forehead. “Relax a little, you’re going to get premature wrinkles.”

“Winners don’t relax.” He said while loosening his shoulders slightly.

You let out a breathy laugh and turned back to the front of the field, squinting to see if Midoriya was finished scolding specific sections and wondering what was taking so long. You spotted him talking to the french horns--Todoroki--bright red and stuttering. You really wish you would’ve brought your sunglasses, hat, visor… anything to help you see that.

“Can you not see or some shit?” Bakugou asked. “You seriously fucking forgot sunglasses or something?”

You felt a jab of annoyance at his accusation because, although you had, it was none of his business. “I’m not a drumline. Don’t get mouthy with me.”

His nose crinkled at your response. “I was just fucking asking.”

You rolled your eyes.

Midoriya retook his place atop the platform at the front of the field and began instructing how you’d be repeating the movements starting at the beginning of the performance. Majority the band groaned and you began flipping through notecards with a sigh, trying to remember where your starting location even was.

“Hey,” Bakugou started. You barely registered him tossing an object at you in time to catch the baseball cap he’d been wearing. “It’ll be annoying if we’re constantly repeating sets because you keep fucking up.”

You frowned. You could argue that you had already gone most of the morning without making a single mistake, but why waste the breath. You raised a skeptical brow.

“What about you?”

“I have sunglasses in my drawstring on the sidelines,” he shrugged, shoving his hands into his athletic short’s pockets as he wandered toward the back of the field. “It’s not a big fucking deal.”

You pouted, watching him retreating back as Kirishima ran up and gave him a hard shove, inciting some sort of argument between the two. The hat weighed heavy in your hands as you made your way toward the twenty yard line mid-field. Mina waited for you with a knowing smirk.

“Cute hat,” she said as you adjusted the faded material onto your head. You tried not to grimace at the cool ring of sweat that already coated the inside of the cap, fighting through the shiver it sent down your spine.

“It’s just a hat.”

“From Bakugou?” Mina tapped the bill of the cap roughly, pushing it down over your forehead. “He’s not exactly the generous type.”

You pouted, pushing the hat out of your vision. You glanced back at the ash-blonde who was still being nudged by a grinning Kirishima and you tapped your fingers rapidly against the side of your trumpet. Mina was probably just overreacting. This didn’t mean anything… right?

Midoriya began counting down once again and you brought your attention away from Bakugou’s possible intentions and back to your form, straightening your back and placing the mouth of your trumpet against your lips. The last hours of the first day of hell week were spent repeatedly running through the first half of the performance until the entire band could move in time and successfully reach their positions. Once the sun reached peak height and you felt every muscle in your body aching you only had the energy to focus on three things: a full stomach, cold water, and taking a long nap in your air-conditioned room.

When the six hour practice came to an end you fell back onto the plush grass with a groan, too exhausted to complain when Mina laid her own sweaty body across your stomach.

“I’m starving.”

Too tired to respond you simply nodded in agreement. A round of hollering came from the track and you both weakly lifted your heads to inspect the growing commotion. Your band director, All Might you’d nicknamed him, was walking towards the asphalt heaving several large boxes of popsicles. At the sight, you and Mina slowly rose to your knees as the cold treats called out to you.

“I’ll get the goods if you pack the stuff.” You held your trumpet toward her and she took one glance at the growing crowd before nodding in agreeance.

You gripped a patch of grass to help hoist you off your butt. Mina took off for the bleachers where you’d stored your cases and water bottles and you lazily strided toward the mass of bodies grabbing for frozen goods. The thought of going into the crowd was immediately erased, so you stood at the back resolved in waiting for the underclassman to be done.

“Hey.”

You pivoted around slowly, body heavy and unwilling to do anything at regular speed, and you raised an eyebrow at Bakugou who was offering you two popsicles. You glanced between him and the crowd of noisy underclassmen confused because Bakugou definitely didn’t go in there, so how did he get these?

“How did you--”

“Not important.” He thrusted them forward again but you just narrowed your eyes. A few freshmen walked past you both wearily before sprinting toward the dwindling mass of people surrounding your band director. Your eyebrows shot to your hairline when he started avoiding your gaze.

“Did you bully some freshmen out of their popsicles?”

“I didn’t bully freshmen.” He said, although his grin said otherwise.

“You can’t bully the freshman, Bakugou.” You said as a smile crept its way onto your face, as well. You hesitated before taking the tainted goods from his grasp. “They’re people too.”

He snickered. “They need to grow spines somehow.” He gestured toward your head. “I think you’ve still got something that belongs to me.”

You cocked your head to the side, mulling his statement over before your hand flew to the rim of his hat. “Oh,” You pulled it off with a chuckle. “I completely forgot I had it on.” You held it out to him and instead of grabbing it right away his hand flexed, hesitating. You waved it around in front of his face. “You good?”

“You were--uh--good today.” He stumbled out, cringing at his words. “Did decent or whatever.”

You let your arm fall loosely to your side and narrowed your eyes. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

He dug his foot into the ground. “Fucking… maybe. I dunno.”

“Thanks,” you nibbled on your lower lip. “You didn’t suck either.”

His eye twitched, but you saw the corner of his mouth lift into a smirk. “So, uh, are you free right now?”

Your eyes flickered to the stands where Mina was currently leaning against the railing, chatting up a blushing Sero. You didn’t think she’d be too disappointed if you made a quick change in plans. “I can be.”

“Cool,” Bakugou ran a hand through his sweaty locks causing them to stick up wilder than usual. You suppressed a snort. “I was gonna get food if you wanted to come.”

Boy did you. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Fucking finally,” you heard Uraraka’s exasperated exclaim come from the bleachers above you. Beside her, Kirishima and Kaminari leaned heavily against the metal railing with suggestive smirks on their faces. “That was honestly painful to watch.”

“Round face, what the fuck.” Bakugou stomped over toward his friends while you covered your mouth to stop from laughing. “Don’t you idiots have to be fucking obnoxious somewhere else?”

“Not for another few hours.” Kaminari shrugged.

You allowed a bubble of laughter to escape which only served to annoy Bakugou further. You spotted Mina waving for your attention a little further down the bleachers, so you jogged the track to stand beneath her at the rails.

“Change of plans,” you said as you got in hearing range, simultaneously winding up for her popsicle toss. “I’m cancelling our lunch plans.”

“Same,” Mina easily caught the popsicle after you lobbed it. “Sero’s taking me to get burgers.”

You hummed suggestively as you eyed down the boy a few stairs back packing up his instrument. “Bakugou’s taking me to get ramen.” The food hadn’t been discussed, but that’s what you were craving so he could deal..

“Good for us.” Mina winked. Before you could turn around Mina chucked the marching band t-shirt you’d stripped off this morning at your face. “Might want to actually get served when you go out though.”

You felt your face heat up as you peeled the fabric off it. “Thanks.”

“Ready?” Bakugou came up behind you, swinging his car keys around his finger.

“Born ready.”

He snorted and began guiding you toward the school’s parking lot by the small of your back. “You’re such a fucking dork.”

Maybe. But he’s the one asking you on dates.

You unwrapped your popsicle, pouting at the realization that over half was now a puddle at the bottom of the plastic wrapping. As you disappointedly licked at the pathetic remains of your dessert you adjusted Bakugou’s hat back onto your head since apparently he had no plans of taking it back. His eyes lingered on you a little too long after that and you raised a brow, smirking cockily.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I like the hat thing. It’s fucking cute. Or whatever.”

Your heart accelerated at the compliment and you ducked your head down to try and cover your blush. The hand that hung loosely by your side grazed against his momentarily before you reached his car and your chest squeezed at the soft smile he sent you before walking around the vehicle. You took a deep breath and turned back to the field where the rest of your band-mates were trickling out into the parking lot behind you.

Apparently, this was going to be a very good marching season.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #marching band au #tell me bakugou wouldn't be a competitive section leader #you're wrong lmao #miss me some good hell week

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mrs-han · 4 years ago

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Say You Won’t Let Go

@juminweek2019

Day One: Birthday

Three years had passed. You sat by the window of your lake house and watched as the sun set over the fickle water while rubbing at your bare ring finger.

October fifth. Three years ago today, you and Jumin decided that it was best to be separated. Disconnected. Divorced.

You purposely slept in late on this particular day. If you couldn't sleep, you would somehow lull yourself to sleep with the use of sleeping pills, even a hefty capful of ZzzQuil. The later you rose, the better it was for your sanity.

You secured your robe and pressed yourself against the window ledge. Abruptly, your thoughts began to race - precisely what you were afraid of.

There were several benefits to no longer being married to Jumin Han. There weren't any more cameras following you. You didn't need to carry a black umbrella with you. Sweatpants and baggy t-shirts ruled your closet and dressers since you didn't need to worry about dressing up for any more special occasions. You didn't even need to bother waking up early in the morning to match Jumin's caliber. Now, you were your own woman.

Day by day, you were getting used to the cold, empty sensation of a wedding ring missing from your finger. You figured you would be used to it by now, but there was no use in rushing anything. Not only that, but you were also getting used to the cold, empty feeling of an unoccupied bed. You were happy... in the best sense of the word.

But one thought tortured you. There was a reason why you couldn't stand that day in particular. October fifth was Jumin's birthday.

A nice cup of tea would settle you. You grabbed a mug from your kitchen cupboard and placed your hands squarely against the counter. An unsettling feeling churned in your stomach - that's right. You hadn't eaten yet.

Opening the refrigerator, you immediately spotted a case of strawberries... and you froze.

~~~

"Do you have the strawberries, darling?"

"I sure do!" Placing the packaging on the marble countertop, you secured your apron around your waist and did the same with Jumin's. "Can we include chocolate chips this time?"

"We can do whatever you want, my love."

"You can't say that! It's your birthday! Not mine!"

~~~

With trembling hands, you pushed the case off to the side. Food could wait - fresh air sounded like a much better idea. A walk around the water, perhaps, would clear your mind.

Throwing your cardigan over yourself, you took a step outside, expecting the churning in your stomach to fade away.

It didn't.

Ballet shoes sinking into the soft soil, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. The wind embraced you lovingly, and as you wrapped your arms around yourself...

~~~

"It's chilly today, isn't it?" You rubbed at your arms and blushed as Jumin secured his suit jacket around your shoulders.

"I told you to put on your sweater," Jumin chuckled. "My birthday has the honor of being at the beginning of fall, so naturally. You need to cover your butt. Quite literally."

"Why should I have to worry about bringing a sweater or a jacket when I have you to cover my butt for me?" You teased innocently.

"Because. I may not always be by your side, as difficult as that is for me to admit," Jumin frowned. "As much as I want to protect you, it may not always work in my favor."

You grabbed his hand, blew into it, and rubbed vigorously. "Impossible. Minus business trips? You'll be by my side for the rest of our lives. In that span of forever, you can protect me, and I can protect you."

~~~

... You felt a tear roll down your cheek. The churning in your stomach intensified, but you had lost your appetite. Perhaps the insatiable feeling would go away if you...

No. That was a bad idea.

The idea of calling or texting any of the RFA members suddenly became a tempting idea. As guilty as you would feel about contacting any of them to get your mind off of your ex-husband, their shenanigans would at least have you focused on something - or someone - else.

Digging your phone from your pocket, you unlocked the messenger and felt a chill run down your spine.

Jumin was online.

Before you could respond to any of the members' greetings, you signed off and stuffed your phone back in your pocket. The last thing you needed was awkward feelings or confused sentiments.

No, the last thing you needed was to risk having to say anything to Jumin.

Closing your eyes, you tried your best to keep yourself from crying again.

~~~

"Jumin!" You charged towards him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. "You came home early!"

"I couldn't stand being away from you, especially not today." Jumin smiled broadly and held you with one arm, setting a bag on the floor. "I truly can't stand being away from you, my blessing."

"It's like we're the same person," you blushed, nuzzling your nose against his lips. "Come to the kitchen, let me show you what your cake looks like so far!"

~~~

You went from craving his gaze to escaping it every chance you could.

The churning in your stomach intensified, and only then did you understand what that sensation meant.

You missed Jumin.

But what were you supposed to do? He wouldn't want to see you, considering you avoided him every chance you could get. He would give your space because he was that much of a gentleman.

A migraine forming on the back of your head and your stomach stirring made you pace slowly through the house. There was no harm in texting him a happy birthday. Sure, it would be the first time you spoke to him after a year of deliberation. Still, an innocent 'happy birthday' wouldn't cause anyone any harm.

You dug your phone from your pocket again and hovered your thumb over past messages you had sent him. Messages you were too stubborn to delete.

'Happy Birthday, Jumin."

Your fingers flew over the keyboard and your eyes danced around those three words. Before your courage could abandon you, you pushed send and tossed your phone onto the couch, too afraid to see what he would say in return. If you heard your phone vibrate, you would do your best to ignore the message. At least you had done your good deed of the day.

Setting yourself back by the window, you closed your eyes.

~~~

"I love you so much."

"And I, you." Jumin brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles. You were so lucky to have such a gracious man in your life, you knew that better than anyone. You reached over and stroked his cheek, reveling over the fact that he was yours. Yes, this stunning man was yours.

"Promise me that, no matter what happens? We'll always love each other, dear heart." His eyes met with yours - butterflies slammed against your stomach like they were desperate to reach out and embrace him as well.

"You are my first and only love, Jumin." Hooking your pinky finger around his, you beamed at him like a child on Christmas morning. "No matter what happens... you will always belong to me, and I will always belong to you."

~~~

Pressing your hand to your chest and hugging your waist, you knew all too well. You were still in love with him. But there were no do-overs, there was no going back.

You wanted to go back to sleep.

Throwing your cardigan over the couch, you were too drained to notice a notification light your phone up.

Jumin Han: "Thank you, MC."

#jumin week 2020 #juminweek2020 #mystic messenger #jumin han #mein schatz #you made me feel as though ~ i was enough ~

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thegoodgayshit · 4 years ago

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Eleven: I Get Threatened by the King of Athens

There was a tense and uncomfortable silence. Luz had a sinking feeling in her gut, like pieces of a puzzle were coming together in a game she hadn’t agreed to play.

“What do you mean Amity isn’t with him?” She said quietly, not moving her eyes away from Theseus. If she had thought he was cute before, now the sight of him made her blood run cold. She should have listened to Gus. “Achilles captured her in Boulder. Where is she?”

Theseus pursed his lips. “Achilles isn’t always the most tactful. He has his own agenda too. He was supposed to bring Amity to my boss in Colorado, but he went off the rails, literally, and took her to his new place in Kansas City. Fled from our boss because of some disagreement between them.” Theo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “As if we could even refuse to begin with.”

Luz was stunned. “I have… so many follow up questions.”

“Kansas City? Like… our next stop?” Gus asked with a frown. “That’s one coincidence.”

Theseus hummed in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ll soon figure out that few things in our world are a coincidence. The gods are pawning you even as we speak. You met the flower crown lady in Cincinnati, who gave you a job to prove to the love lady she made the right choice in favoring you.” He gestures to Luz with a roll of his eye. “Then, your daddy gives you a hand in the train station to make sure you’re on the exact right path they need you to be on, so you can’t mess this one up. So sure, coincidence.”

“My dad?” Luz asks, not sure what Theseus meant.

“The map,” Gus hissed in realization. “As the god of travelers, some kids of Hermes must have special abilities with map reading.”

“Then there was the way she could haggle the price down without even trying,” Willow added with wide eyes. “He’s also the god of merchants.”

“See, what did I tell you?” Theseus said with a smile. “You kids are quick.”

Luz didn’t like feeling like an idiot. But that’s what was happening right now. All the time she and her friends thought they were doing something good, all that time Luz felt guilty thinking this was her fault and the gods had been manipulating their quest from the beginning.

Her anger must have shown on her face because Theseus shot her a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t feel too bad, Luz. It happens to literally every great demigod.” His face hardened. “In Athens, my quest in the Labyrinth was half a test of skill and half a test of wit. My father promised me glory and honor by coming home a hero, and when I got back on my boat I didn’t even have to touch my ship the whole way home. It was like the sea guided my boat home on its own, and I knew my father had blessed me. Do you know what happened after that?”

There was silence between the three of them. Luz remembered the story, but with the look on Theseus’ face, she knew she couldn’t say it.

“Poseidon didn’t raise the white sails when I arrived,” Theseus said bitterly. “My beloved stepfather had asked me to when I arrived so he knew I was home safe. When I arrived, I was the new King of Athens, because he had thrown himself off the roof thinking I was dead. Poseidon killed him.”

Theseus sat back in his chair, a look of complete misery on his face. “I blamed myself too, you know. Then, when I died, the gods couldn’t even spare me then. The judges wanted to send me to Tartarus. But Minos argued that because I slew the Minotaur, I deserved Elysium. In the end, I was punished to roam the Fields of Asphodel forever.”

Willow and Gus were looking at one another, but Luz was so enamored by the story she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had always been a sucker for a dramatic tale.

“I forgot everything. Who I was, what I stood for. And then my boss came to me and pulled me from my torment. I was alive again, and a new man. I would never serve the gods as long as I served him.”

“The man in the mountain,” Luz whispered, looking at Theseus unable to disguise her fear. “Who is he?”

“The reason I’m here is so you never find out,” Theseus said slowly, and the three of them flinched. Theseus chuckled under his breath.

“Sorry, not like that. I’ve come as his messenger to offer you a deal.”

“A deal?” Willow said with a frown. Luz shared the sentiment. Why would the man who had been tormenting Luz’s dreams for weeks want to spare them?

“Look, you kids have a good heart.” Theseus continued, eyeing each of them carefully. “My boss knows that. I’ve now seen it myself. We’re all pawns in the game, we always have been. You didn’t ask for this quest, so my boss is giving you a chance you won’t get if you continue forward to Colorado. Go to Kansas City, take Amity from Achilles, and go straight home. Leave this whole thing alone and spare yourselves the pain and heartache.”

“But all of Olympus will fall without Hestia,” Gus protested, “we have to save her!”

“But why?” Theseus asked, and Gus fell silent. “Why can’t an old age of pain and suffering just end? My boss will allow a new era to rise, and demigods can live peacefully with the other mortals. I can see my father again. You can all go home without needing to fear a monster will hunt you down. Luz, you can have a normal life with your mom where she doesn’t have to worry.”

Luz flinched, and Theseus smiled slightly. She didn’t know how he knew about her Mami, but she didn’t like the way it rolled off his tongue.

“Stop that!” Gus demanded to Theseus, and he looked over at him innocently. Willow reached over and put a hand over Luz’s.

“I am just being truthful,” Theseus said, and Gus’s eyes hardened.

“No, you’re not. You’re deceiving her. You went to Tartarus because of how you treated Ariadne. You abandoned her on an island and she would have died there if Dionysus didn’t save her and make her his wife.”

Theseus froze, and for a moment his expression changed, going from sympathetic to cold.

Willow nodded along to Gus, pointing an accusing finger at Theseus.

“You were a war criminal too. You kidnapped the Amazons and the Spartans and caused a war for the Athenians between them. You were exiled because you treated others so terribly. The gods didn’t force you to be awful.”

Theseus’ eyes flashed furiously. “I am offering you demigods a way out! A chance to escape the prophecy.”

“Why would we want to do that?” Luz butts in, narrowing her eyes. “The prophecy told us we would bring Olympus peace.”

“The prophecy says nothing of the sort,” Theseus growled. “Don’t trust the words that can be so easily twisted. It also says you will dawn a new age. That is exactly what my boss is trying to do. And unlike you, I’ve heard it in its entirety. One of you is doomed to die, and that is why Amity would not tell the camp what she heard. She assumed it was her, and that is why she told her companions to run. But I know better. It will be one of you three.”

There was silence again, and Luz felt her mouth open and close fearfully. She didn’t know what she was going to say. Theseus got up from his chair, adjusting his notebook and pen to tuck it under his arms. Luz realized he was leaving.

“You don’t need to decide now,” Theseus said carefully, though he was clearly still angry. “My boss just asked me to pitch the offer to you. You’re still heroes, and now that you know where Amity is I imagine you’re going to go find her. Last we heard, Achilles was planning on hiding in the musician's manor in Sunset Hill on the west end. Look for the gold lyre outside.”

He pushed his way into the aisle, turning his head one more time.

“If you chose to continue, my boss will not hold back. We will do everything we can to finish our mission, and that includes stopping you if you get in our way. And I can promise you this, you are no match for my boss.”

Luz’s chest flared with anger as the entire conversation hit her at once. She hated Theseus. He was a huge bully, who was so mad at the world he blamed everybody else for it but himself. Luz knew better, and if his boss was anything like Theseus, then she hated him even more than she already did. Standing up, she balled her fists at him and stared him right in the eye.

“You’re no hero. We’re going to finish this quest and free Hestia, and we’re going to do it right. You can tell your boss we’re on our way.”

Theseus paused, but he didn’t say a single thing. He just looked at Luz sadly, like he was trying to decide what color coffin would go best with her skin tone. He walked to the front of the bus and whispered something to the driver. The bus screeched to a stop, and Luz had to grip Willow’s hand to keep herself steady. Theseus got off, and the bus started moving again. Luz collapsed into the seat, and Willow leaned into her shoulder comfortingly.

“That was really brave, Luz,” she said, and Luz shook her head.“No, it wasn’t. It was stupid. My Mami was right, I have a terrible habit of making enemies.”

“Theseus is an enemy,” Gus assured her, “but now we at least have some information.”

“Yeah, like how Amity is in Kansas City,” Willow said. “We can go get her tomorrow morning.”

“That, and that the man in the mountain is more scared of Luz than we originally thought.”

“What?” Luz sat up and looked at Gus like he had three heads. Gus shrugged his shoulders. “Theseus was trying really hard to cover it up, but their plan is dangerous. He is trying to keep us away from the plan, not protect us from it.”

“That’s a bold assumption, Gus,” Willow said with a smile. “But it’s also optimistic! I like it.”

“What about the little detail that one of us is going to die?” Luz said with a frown. “I don’t like those odds at all.”

“We won’t know what’s happening with the prophecy until we find Amity,” Willow reassured her. “For all we know, he could have been lying to us to try and scare us into submission. We can’t think like that. Trying to change a prophecy never works.”

Luz groaned, covering her head with her hands. “This is so confusing. I’m sorry I dragged you guys into this mess.”

“We want to be here, Luz,” Gus said with a smile. “Besides, I always knew Theseus was not the greatest, but today my theory was actually proven!”

“Yeah, what a jerk.” Willow agreed. “Sorry we didn’t believe you, Gus.”

Gus rolled his eyes and nudged Luz playfully. “Don’t. I saw the way you guys looked at him. We can’t trust every attractive demigod we run into anymore.”

Willow blushed, but Luz laughed, nudging Gus back affectively. “He has a point.” Luz reached down to her lap and picked up the Tupperware Theseus had given her. “Do we think this is safe to eat? Because I’m starving and I don’t want to go find Amity on an empty stomach.”

Gus snatched it out of her hands. “Don't eat that! For all we know it could be poisoned. It's enemy food.”

Willow had completely ignored both Luz and Gus and was busy eating half of the sandwich. “I had some when he gave it to us. It’s safe.”

“Great!” Luz snatched the container out of Gus’s hands and popped it open, her mouth watering at the sight. It was a fresh PB&J on white bread and an assortment of crackers grapes and cheese. She dug in, finishing the contents in what must have been a record time.

Gus grumbled something about how we were risky and totally stupid, but he ate along with them. By the time they had finished, the three of them were sitting together comfortably, and Luz’s eyes were getting heavy. Willow nudged her with her shoulder.

“If you and Gus want to sleep, you can go ahead. I’ll take first watch.”

“Are you sure?” Luz definitely wanted to sleep, but she didn’t want to leave Willow watching by herself.

Willow chuckled, putting her backpack between her and Luz, so she could rest her head on it. Gus settled in next to Luz, resting his head on his own pack against Luz’s side.

“I’m sure. Try and catch some sleep. We don’t know when we’ll get another chance.”

On that happy note, Luz wasn’t sure how she would be able to get to bed with her mind whirling. But as soon as she rested the pack against her head, she found that she was so exhausted from the day’s events she fell right asleep.

The dreams came again, and Luz found herself standing in the mountain, hiding behind a huge metal shipping container. She poked her head out and saw the man in the mountain, his back turned to her, staring straight forward at a huge metal cage. Inside was a girl, no older than fifteen, dressed in white rags and sitting with her hands bunched up to her knees. Luz thought she might have been very pretty if she wasn’t looking so haggled, her copper-haired pulled back messily and her eyes sunken and tired. Despite her half hazard appearance, she was staring at the mountain man with disdain, like he wasn’t worth her time at all. Luz liked her instantly.

“Why won’t you just give in?” The man said angrily, slamming the base of his bronze staff into the ground. Luz had never seen him with the staff before, he usually had a sword. He was cloaked in dark robes, and Luz could see parts of a dark mask sticking out from the front of his head. “You’ve been here for weeks now. Your fire should have died long ago.”

“The fires of Olympus are not so easily extinguished,” the girl said softly, frowning at him. “As long as there is hope, I will remain here.”

“I will crush your hope beneath my feet!” the man roared, and Luz flinched at the volume. The girl in the cage did not seem so easily frightened, and instead, her eyes flickered beyond the man and towards Luz. The two of them made eye contact, and Luz was shocked to her core by the warmth that flooded through her. Her eyes were the color of dying embers, and Luz couldn’t help but smile.

“Hope remains,” the girl said, but not to the man. She was looking directly at Luz. “And so I remain.”

Luz didn’t realize the dream had shifted until she was somewhere else. She was standing in a huge room reminiscent of an old ballroom. The tiles were white and smooth, and the walls had a golden wallpaper draping them. Everything inside was expensive, but the furniture was pushed against the wall like it wasn’t needed. Outside the polished white windows, Luz saw a massive garden and a long driveway, and then towards the street, she saw a stone plaque that read “1200 West, 55th Street”.

As Luz turned her attention back to the center of the room, she did a double-take. There was Amity, chained to the middle post with her eyes closed, looking worse for wear. She was still in the clothes she had worn when she left camp two weeks before, and she was grubby, with cuts and bruises all over her body. Luz lunged forward to help her, but the sound of laughing from another room startled her so badly she diverted and slide behind one of the expensive sofas hiding from view.

Two men emerged, talking amicably with each other.

“I don’t know how you managed to get away, you’re bound by eternal oath.” The first said, and Luz peaked over to get a closer look. He was a tall and skinny man dressed in simple white cotton pants and a blue shirt, with long black curly hair that sat messily on his head.

“I haven’t technically broken any oath yet,” the second said, grinning deviously. He was much larger than the first man, with muscles on muscles. He wore a sleeveless white shirt that was so tight Luz could see the outline of his stomach, jeans, and white sneakers. His dark hair was close-cropped to his head, and he had two swords hanging loosely on his belt. “Belos can wait a little longer. Besides, this is in his best interest. The prophecy says so.”

He reached down towards Amity, cupping her chin with his index finger and thumb, and Luz felt a snarl pulling itself angrily from her lips. She tried to rush forward but her limbs felt like lead, and she was frozen in place.

“She doesn’t look good. Keep her alive until the other kids get here. I put a bottle of nectar in the fridge.”

“Belos better come through with his promise.” The first said lowly, crossing his arms. “Taking out three demigods on my own is not how I planned to enjoy my new life.”

“You will be compensated for your work,” the second said with a shrug. “If there is one thing he is, it’s practical. He appreciates your time and effort on our joined mission.”

The first sniffed disdainfully, “very well.” He looked over at Amity, and his eyebrows pinched in concern. “Are we sure she’s breathing? You know I don’t do well with pets…”

Luz was interrupted by something shaking her violently, and she woke up with a yelp, her head smacking into something. She groaned in pain, rubbing her forehead.

“Ow!” Both she and Gus said at the same time.

Luz looked around and realized she was back on the bus, and that it was now almost dawn. The hard thing she’d collided with was Gus’ own head, and the boy was now standing up and leaning against the seat for support.

“That’s the last time I wake you up,” Gus moaned, shaking his head like it would get rid of the pain.

“We’re here,” Willow said, doing her best to stifle the laugh. “We just arrived at the Kansas City bus terminal. We have to get off and look for Amity.”

“No need,” Luz said certainly, standing up and throwing her backpack over her shoulder. “I know exactly where she is.”

#the owl house #lumity #luz x amity #Percy Jackson AU #shelby speaks

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when-they-write-stuff · 5 years ago

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41 + 48 for the prompts? love your writing and your ideas

"Overhearing they have feelings for you." & "I called you at 2am because I need you."

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Stiles wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t.

Okay, sometimes he was.

But then there was this one stupid alpha werewolf that Stiles would deny to his grave that he had feelings for, even though he just might. Because Stiles was the side-character. Stiles didn’t get the guy or the girl. And from the moment he’d looked at Derek and realize ‘oh’, Stiles had decided he was going to never say a word.

Because the last thing he wanted to do was take a good thing and make it sour.

Stiles was pretty sure he wasn’t that smooth.

It wasn’t like he was a terrible liar or anything, but werewolves, man. Werewolves with their unfair super sniffers, their unfair hearing, and their unfair unfairness. Nothing about them was catering to the rules. Stiles had one minor heart palpitation when Derek came out of his bedroom with his shirt off and Erica refused to ever let it go.

Maybe it was just Erica. It was all Erica’s fault. Man, Stiles hated her sometimes.

“I’m just saying,” Erica said, grinning at him from the couch. “Every time he has his shirt off, you have a heart attack.”

“Shut up,” Stiles said, glaring. “You’re in a room full of werewolves right now, oh my god.”

“Derek’s not here,” Erica said, waving a hand through the air. “Isaac has been complaining for days that there’s no good food around, so Derek finally went grocery shopping. I think it was either that or he was going to kill the beta.”

“A lost opportunity,” Stiles grumbled. Erica’s grin widened.

“So, Derek.”

“Would you drop it already? It’s been months.”

“Can I help plan the wedding?”

“I hate you,” Stiles said, covering his face with his hands. “I swear to god, I had a minor heart attack when he came out of nowhere shirtless once. That is not a wedding proposal you terrorist pup. That’s a normal bisexual-panic reaction.”

“So you’re not in love with our alpha.”

Stiles just glared and didn’t say a word. See? Stupid werewolf super-hearing and his inability to lie. Ever. Or appreciate the view when Derek walked around in nothing but sweatpants. Erica cackled and he glared harder, situating himself better in his seat.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“You won’t when I totally set you two up.”

Stiles’s blood went cold. He sat forward, pointing a crooked finger at her, and Erica’s laugher died away. “You will not say a word, pup, you understand that? I need to not mess up a good thing and right now, a good thing is Derek not wanting to always rip my throat out. I like that asshole’s abs, but I do not love him.”

Erica was completely silent now, her face pale and eyes wide. But she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking straight over Stiles’s shoulder and he went stock-still, his heart stopping. It took of all Stiles’s willpower to force himself to turn around and when he did, he saw Derek standing in the doorway with a couple bags of groceries.

And he was just… standing there. Silently looking at Stiles with an unreadable expression.

Stiles swallowed hard. “Hey, Derek.”

The man didn’t say a word. Just set the groceries down, turned around, and walked right back out. Stiles’s heart stuttered and he stared at the empty doorway for a moment.

Then he shot Erica a withering look. She dropped her eyes and Stiles shoved himself up, stumbling toward the door. The hallway was empty and Stiles made for the stairs. By the time he stumbled out of the loft though, the parking lot was empty. There was no Comaro in sight.

Stiles’s heart sunk into his shoes. He swallowed hard.

He’d just soured a good thing.

Stiles didn’t sleep that night. He tried to, he really did, but then he kept getting panicked. About Derek, about how the idiot dealt with emotions, and about whether or not Stiles could ever show his face up at the loft again.

He didn’t know what was worse. Derek heard him and didn’t realize he was lying, or Derek heard him and did. The man either thought Stiles hated him, or he knew Stiles loved him and was disgusted by that.

Stiles didn’t know which was worse.

Groaning, he dropped onto the edge of his bed and thumbed out his phone. He stared at the screen for a moment before unlocking it and scrolling to Derek’s name.

He couldn’t call him, could he? The day Derek had shoved a phone number into his hand and growled ‘for emergencies only’ Stiles had nearly had a heart attack. So far, he’d only used it to call when he was about to die, when one of the pack was about to die, or… well actually, that about summed it up.

Stiles had followed the rules. And his anxious feelings didn’t count as an emergency, did they?

No, definitely not. Stiles wasn’t going to make Derek madder.

Then he pressed the man’s name.

Stiles panicked for a moment, dropping his phone onto the bed and scrambling way. It was like two in the morning, he had no right to call Derek. Stiles was a side-kick. The idiot best friend of a True Alpha. Derek was going to come over and rip his throat out for interrupting his Growly-Sleep.

But when Derek’s voice came through, he didn’t sound angry. “Stiles?”

Stiles stared at his phone for a moment, as if it might grow arms, legs, and come for him. Derek said his name again and hesitantly, he moved back over, picking it up.

“Uh, that was a butt dial?”

“At two in the morning.”

“Please don’t come over to rip my throat out.”

For a moment, his only answer was silence. Then there was the sound of his window opening and Stiles yelped and Derek pulled himself inside. He dropped his phone, stumbled back, and Derek quickly raised his hands, his own phone still on the call.

“Stiles, I’m not going to rip your throat out.”

“Were you just sitting outside of my window?”

Derek looked at him for a long moment and then shook his head. “No.”

“Really.”

The tips of the man’s ears turned red. “I was nearby.”

“Like, right outside of my window.”

Derek turned around like he was going to leave and Stiles leaped forward, catching the man’s sleeve. Derek froze and Stiles’s breaths caught as he quickly let go again. When the man turned back toward him, his face was unreadable.

“I can go, Stiles.”

“... Do you want to go?”

Derek didn’t say a word. Stiles swallowed hard.

“I’m really sorry, dude.”

“For what.”

“Earlier?

Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles wet his lips. He didn’t want to say it. Derek wasn’t actually going to make him say it, was he? After a long moment of silence, he internally cursed.

“I don’t just like you for your abs.”

Derek’s eyebrows climbed higher. Like annoying, judgemental caterpillars. Stiles frowned, folding his arms over his chest.

“Usually.”

“So you’re not in love with me.”

Stiles froze, his heart leaping into his throat. A dozen excuses came to mind but suddenly, he couldn’t form words. Stiles just shook his head and started to back away but Derek caught his wrist. Carefully, gently. The man’s grey-green eyes searched Stiles’s face and he still shook his head.

“Not at all.”

“No?”

“No. I totally hate you.”

“You know I can hear you lie, don’t you?”

“Nothing about werewolf abilities cater to the rules, you know.”

Derek just rolled his eyes and let go. Stiles swallowed hard, retreating one more step back, before going nervously still. He could still get out of this, right? Clearly, Derek didn’t totally hate his guts. Stiles could work with that! He just needed to figure out a way to lie to a werewolf.

That was easier said than done.

“Stiles,” Derek said softly and Stiles shook his head, raising his hands. The last thing he wanted was pity or an apology or anything like that.

“Look, dude, you don’t need to let me down or anything. It’s not a thing! I was in love with Lydia Martin for a good chunk of my childhood and totally got over that. Eventually. I can get over this too! Just…” he broke off, heart dropping. “Just don’t, Derek.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t let this be what ruined a good thing.”

The man studied him for a moment. Then Derek moved forward, hand touching underneath Stiles’s chin, thumb touching his lower lip. Stiles froze and then gentle lips brushed against his.

Stiles made a startled noise, his brain short-circuiting. Derek kissed him carefully. Giving him an out. But the second Stiles’s brain was back online, he was kissing the man back. Harder, with more want. Because he could deny that he’d ever fallen in love with Derek Hale all that he wanted, but it would always be a lie.

Derek’s other hand cupped the back of his neck and then carded up through his hair. Stiles let his eyes flutter closed, making a strangled noise of agreement as Derek’s grip tightened a little.

He’d totally never imaged it, but Derek kissed exactly like he’d always thought. Smelled exactly like he’d always thought. Tasted exactly like he’d always thought.

Stiles was so totally head-over-heels.

“You were definitely sitting outside my window waiting,” Stiles said in a daze, the moment Derek pulled away. The man rolled his eyes, but a fond smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Stiles tipped his chin upward, studying the man’s face. “You were, weren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“Because you so totally love me too.”

Derek’s face softened. He moved closer, thumb brushing over Stiles’s cheek, and nodded. Stiles’s heart skipped a beat. “Maybe I do.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“No, not at all.”

“Asshole,” Stiles said. He tried to hit him in the chest but Derek just smirked. When the man kissed him again, Stiles totally didn’t bite at his lower lip, just to be petty. But then Derek growled and a shiver raced down Stiles’s spine. He might have done it again, just to hear that sound.

Because Stiles wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t.

Okay, sometimes he was.

But if being an idiot earned him soft kisses and sexy growls at two in the morning, Stiles was so for it. He could be an idiot for the rest of his life. Because he hadn’t ruined a good thing.

Apparently, he’d just made it better.

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Okay, I'm a sucker for soft Derek. I just am! That's my kryptonite, guys. But I had so much fun with this one. Thank you for the prompts, nonnie!

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christineeej94 · 5 years ago

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Singing for you❤

a/n: another request, another day in quarantine 😂😂. Also my exams will start in a few weeks, but who cares😂. I don’t know but today I had a fucking good mood. Thank you guys for your support, I appreciate very much. I hope you gonna love it. Stay safe and I don’t know, be cool 😂. Kisses🌻

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hi I love your writing & I wanted to request an Aron Piper imagine where he’s filming a music video for his song ‘Sigo’ & he casts his best friend as the love interest since he wrote the song about her but she doesn’t know & at the end they end up together (however you’d like them to end up together is great!) I literally listen to his song everyday bc it’s so good 😩

Warnings: fluff I think and bad language.

Word count: 1.798

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Arón Piper x Reader

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Flashback

I was in 6th grade when I first met my best friend. I was staying alone on a bench in the school yard, eating my lunch. Any of my colleague didn’t want to spend time with me because I was different than other girls. It was a difficult time for me, but in that time lunch in the school’s yard, everything changed. I was hit in a face, with a ball, by a boy who bullied me all time in school. Then, a curly boy with a cute face hit that guy somewhere when the sunshine never rose (You got the point). “Run, (Y/N).” he caught my hand in his and we start to run together because a group of boys were running after us.

“You are okay?” He said and I figured out who it was. It’s Arón from the 8th grade. I nodded and he touched gentle my face. “You are going to have a bruise on your nose. Here, take this.” He handled me a patch with flowers on it. I smiled and then we turned back at school. “Thank you” I mumbled and he smiled. “No problem, we can met after school and go together home.” “Sure” I smiled softly and I waved my hand to him while I’m going to my class.

End of Flashback

From that day, me and Arón are best friends. We changed a lot in those years. He became a famous actor and artist, he is having every girl at his feet. Arón is looking different now, his body is more muscular and he is taller. He is still very beautiful but more masculine and I see why when I going somewhere with him every woman or girl is looking at me hateful, because they want to be with him. His is breaking a lot of hearts, including mine.

Me, I started my fashion career when I was in my last grade in high school. I moved to Madrid a year ago and now I can be closer to Arón. He just released his first song ‘SIGO’ and I’m so happy for him. I couldn’t be at the released party because I was gone in Paris, Milan and New York for the Fashion Weeks but now I’m back.

I’m going to surprise him at the casting where he needs to find a girl for the video. When I arrived at the hotel where it takes place the casting I asked at the reception where is the meeting room. After I took the elevator to the exact floor and when I entered in waiting room, I put my sunglasses on. I text a message to a friend of his telling him that I’m here. He texted me back and informed me that I can enter after the girl who’s inside. I’m so nervous and excited in the same time. I missed him so much and I barely seen him on FaceTime while I was gone. The girl gets out and I go in. Some chairs, a table where he is staying with two of his friends and some other people I don’t know. He doesn’t notice because he is looking into his phone. Arón always is staying on his phone when he is bored. “Sorry, mister I don’t care about the person in front of, I’m here.” I said and his friends laugh so hard. He got his look on me and froze.

“(Y/N)? You are home?” he run towards me and lift me in his strong arms. I giggle and my heart is melting when he lets me down and kisses my forehead. “I missed you so much, chica. I thought that you aren’t coming home soon.” He smiled and I pinch his arm. “Surprise and I don’t like your hair.” He laughs and we go outside. Arón light up a cigarette and get out the smoke. He is so sexy when he’s smoking. “It was for ‘Élite’ and you know that I love my hair.” He winked. “Tell me how it was. You bring me something?” I pinch him again and he imitates a painful face. “I think that I have something, a Balenciaga hoodie, an Off-White jacket or maybe a LV belt.” I smiled and he got so excited when I said this. He hugged me again and for a second I thought he is going to kiss me. But he let me down quickly and he continue to smoke.

“I’m happy that you are back, I’m really thankful that you are back.” He grins and I didn’t say anything because my mind is somewhere else. “Do you want to be in my video? I think you are perfect for the role of the girl.” He said and I froze. ”Are you insinuating that I’m your type?” I smirked and he laughed. “Of course.” He winked and throw away what’s left from the second cigarette. “Do you accept?” “Give me time, chico, I just got back and you ask me this. I wasn’t ready.”

We go back inside and I let him to finish his casting. “I will be tonight at your apartment.” He yelled before I got out of the meeting room. I showed him my middle finger, habit which I took it from him, and he laughs hard. “¡Joder! If you didn’t tell that she is your best friend I would have believed she is your girlfriend.” I heard a man saying when I closed the door.

At 6 p.m. I had a shower and now I like to stay in my robe watching the sunset from my balcony. I couldn’t take off the imagine of Arón face all day and I’m thinking all the time about his existence in my life. He helped me so much, he was there at my first shoot and when he was at the casting for ‘Élite’ I jumped in the first train to Madrid and I was there to support him. He throwed up all morning and I still laughing about that.

“You look very sexy in this robe.” I jump scared from my lounge chair. The curly head boy is laughing so hard. “Fuck, Arón, why don´t you called?” “I wanted to make you a surprise, so here I’m. And you forget that I have a backup key.” I really forget. I pointed the chair next to mine and he sits. “Bad habits never die.” He speaks about my pleasure to stay outside in a robe and watch the sunset. Actually, it’s freezing right now and I’m feeling my feet very cold. “You think about my suggestion? It’s okay if you don’t want, but I like you to be in my music video.” He smokes slow a cigarette and get out the smoke. “I can do this for you, you are my best friend. I will do everything for you, cabrón.” I entered back in apartment and I take out a bottle of limoncello which is lemon liqueur. “I bought this from Rome when I was there to meet someone and we go together to Milan. It’s for you.” He smiled and kisses my cheek. “Te quiero, chica” “Te quiero.” I replied and we hugged. I’m hurting myself right now but for a moment I let everything to flow by itself.

It was 2 days from that night and now I’m on set. A girl done my hair in some wavy curls and I’m dressed up in some black jeans and a lace bra. We filmed the heaviest part and that’s the part when we should kiss. When I found out I freaked out. I locked myself in the bathroom and thinking to run away. I got back after 15 minutes and everybody was staring at me. “We can’t do this if you want.” Arón rubbed my back to relax me but I’m so stressed. “It’s alright, it’s just a kiss.”

And now I’m in front of the scene. A room with obscure red light and fluffy black couch where my best friend sings his song.

“Todo ese money, ahora es clean, clean money

Ahora solo me hace "ring ring" el phone

She's on my dick, eh

Ahora contamos los E's de to's los colores

Me baila tu ex (Ex), champán y flores”

A boy pushed me from behind to get there. I sit in his lap and putting my hands around his neck, but…

“I can’t…” I going back to bathroom leaving the entire team alone. I’m such a coward. “(Y/N), open the door and let me in.” I heard his softly voice behind the door. I open it and he locked it. I was looking in his beautiful eyes and I can say that I’m in love with him. I scared because after I kissed him, I’m going to fall deeper and deeper and when he is going to refuse me, I’m going to collapse. “Why you run away like that?” “I’m scared.” I respond and Arón puts his hands round my waist. “I write the song for you. I keep looking for you and I want to tell you that I love you.” I froze then my cheeks got very red. “I don’t know what to say, because I love you too and I don’t want to lose you.” I said sad and he smirks. “You don’t lose anything. Now I can kiss you because I was waiting for this day for a long time.” I got on my tip toe and pressed my lips against his. First, he is in shock, then he lifts me in his arm and hold my body tight to his body. “We should go back in there, they will think that we do something else.” I said blushing. “We can do this later.” He smirks and kisses my nose. “I love you, boo. Let’s go and let’s show them what are you made of. My bad ass girlfriend.” He slaps lightly my butt and I turn around and pinch his arm. “Very bad ass.” He comments again and I rolled my eyes.

After we filmed the video, which is going to be release in 2 weeks and I’m so excited. He got me to his home and we stay on the couch in each other arms. “I still can’t believe you wrote this song for me. You are an old fashion boy.” I mumbled and he kissed my hair. He’s perfume give me so much dizziness and I’m feeling like I’m staying on a cloud. “You are telling me that I’m old? Because I’m not ready to be your daddy.” I hit him lightly. “Oh, shut up, you know what I wanted to say.” I continue. “But why don’t you tell me earlier?” he giggled softly. “I guess we are both scared of losing someone we love.”

#aron piper #aron x reader #aron piper imagine #aron imagine #elite #sigo #love #fluff #elite cast #elite imagine #best friend

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ohshit-itsyagorl · 4 years ago

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Four Dipshits and a Michelle

Part 5!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Summary: Michelle never believed in soulmates. But what happens when she turns seventeen and gets her mark? What happens when she inevitably finds the person with the matching tattoo? And what is she supposed to do with Peter Parker. Her best friend in the whole world. Her crush. Someone she feels drawn to for some inexplicable reason.

May answered the door when MJ arrived at Peter’s apartment. She smiled and gave a graceful little nod, moving to the side and motioning her in.

Michelle basically ran to Peter’s room. He turned as she entered, but not fast enough to stop her from tackling him to the ground. She rolled off him quickly and looked over at Ned, who was trying to hold in his laughter.

“Was that really necessary?” Peter complained.

“Yes,” MJ replied. “Happy Birthday, Loser.” She took off her bag and set it down at the foot of the bed. “Hey, Ned. Nice hat”

“Thanks, MJ,” Ned said, tipping said hat at her. She rolled her eyes. Typical.

“So, are we going to play Cards Against Humanity, or what?” Peter said excitedly. “You did bring it, right?”

“Yes, Peter, I brought it,” Michelle said, kneeling down to dig through her bag. She found the box and pulled it out, tossing it onto the floor by her friends, and moved to sit down next to them, forming a small circle around the playing cards. “Ten bucks that Ned wins.” She removed two fives from her wallet and put them in the middle of their circle.

“Hold on,” Peter said, moving to grab his wallet and pull out a ten.

“Do I have to bet against myself?” Ned whined.

“Yes,” She and Peter said at the same time, though MJ’s version was much more aggressive.

Ned sighed and dropped a ten onto the floor in front of him.

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They played for four hours, scream-laughing the whole time. So much so that MJ’s voice started to get a little raspy after hour two.

Michelle walked away with the thirty dollars because Ned did, in fact, win. No one really knew how he had gotten so good a Cards Against Humanity, but he was brilliant at it.

Peter yawned loudly. “Alright, bedtime,” Ned announced.

“But we haven’t watched a movie yet,” MJ argued.

“Yeah, Ned. It’s only 10:30.” Peter’s point was somewhat undermined by the second large yawn escaping his body, his arms flexing as he leaned back. Michelle tried to pretend she didn’t follow the movement with her eyes. God, his arms looked so lick-able.

Wait, what?

Ned leveled a look at Peter. “Michelle looks like a raccoon that just walked out of a dumpster, and you fell asleep standing up on the subway when we were headed to the mall this morning. I don’t know what you two were doing last night, but you both look like the walking dead.” Ned smiled innocently. “Oh, and since I’m just the best-est friend ever, I’ll take the couch.”

“Ned, you don’t ha—” Peter started.

“No cuts, no butts, no coconuts,” Ned said. “You two are taking the bed.”

Peter opened his mouth. Closed it. Turned to MJ with pleading eyes. She just shrugged, if Ned wanted to take the couch, then he could take the damn couch. She’d rather sleep in the same bed as Peter than next to Ned anyway.

Peter sighed and looked back at Ned. “Fine, you win. This time,” he said.

Ned gave an excited giggle that had MJ’s eyebrows furrowing, and picked up his bag and waddled out into the sitting room, giving them a wave over his shoulder and a rather conspicuous wink in Peter’s direction that only worked to confuse her further.

“Alright, do you want to shower first or should I?” Peter asked nervously. The lights in the room glinted off his hair. Michelle, once again, wanted to run her fingers through it, but she couldn’t.

Best friend.

“I can go first,” Michelle answered. Peter nodded so she grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom.

Thankfully, her shower went off without a hitch, and she had plopped her hair and slid on her oversized t-shirt and sweats in a little under twenty minutes. She looked at herself in the mirror, the white t-shirt on her head stark against her dark skin. She was attractive enough, she supposed. All sharp cheekbones and clear, brown eyes—nothing like Peter’s, though. Her eyes were cold where his were warm and practically melted her insides every time she looked at him.

She sighed, picking up a hand towel to try and wipe some of the condensation off the mirror, and bent down to grab her bag before walking out of the bathroom.

Peter looked up from the book he was reading and smiled. It made his eyes crinkle in a way that made MJ’s knees weak. She wobbled a little as she made her way over to the bed.

Peter’s eyes dropped down her body, then came back up to meet her gaze. “Nice PJs,” he said. “You look delicious.”

Michelle blushed furiously. She thought that was a weird choice of words, but she shrugged it off, looking down at her bare, dark feet. She knew if she read too much into it she would drive herself insane, and she was already half-insane around Peter to begin with.

The creak from the mattress brought her back to reality as Peter unwound fluidly from his seated position on the bed.

Michelle saw red. He had no right—no right to be so attractive doing the simplest things. She bit her lip, brought her wandering eyes back to his face. He was looking at her strangely. She couldn’t figure out what it meant, so she just trudged over to to the left side of the bed—Peter’s side, she remembered—and set her stuff on the floor.

Normally, getting out of the shower was refreshing, but not today. It was too hot and muggy outside; Michelle wished she had brought shorts instead of pants, she was starting to sweat.

The whole night; She had to wear this the whole night and she couldn’t take anything off because she was sleeping in the same bed as Peter, her best friend and—

And she was getting too worked up. She couldn’t do anything about the clothes, so she leaned down and rolled the sweats up her legs as far as she could and grabbed A Tale of Two Cities from her bag, leaning back and setting the bookmark next to her on the bed.

Peter was out in record time. Michelle was surprised he barely had the water on at all.

Minutes later, he was stumbling out of the bathroom in his boxers, water droplets still clinging to tan skin stretched over tight muscles.

Michelle looked up. And froze.

Her eyes zeroed in on his left pec. Her skin felt too tight, and when she tried to breathe, all she could smell was that damned Pantene. All she could smell was him. And it was too much—that urge to be closer.

Because sitting there, just over his heart… a goddamn spider. His soulmark. Her soulmark.

Her soulmate.

Peter was her soulmate.

“M?” His hair fell onto his forehead and she just wanted to push it out of the way—to run her hands through it and never, ever stop. Her heart squeezed in her chest, and she knew she would combust if she didn’t touch him in that instant.

Her feet moved of their own accord and then she was throwing her arms around him, residual water be damned. “Beautiful?” She quipped. “A fucking spider is beautiful?” She buried her face in his neck. She tried to restrain herself—she really did—from breathing him in. That smell that was fresh and clean and so very Peter that smelling it made her unable to function. “You’re such an idiot, Pete.”

She felt him shrug underneath her arms, felt him smile against her hair, felt his muscles shift underneath her as he brought his arms up to wrap around her too.

But then she remembered what was on his chest, what was on her chest. What that meant. She pulled back, arms slipping over his smooth skin as she brought her hands back to fold across her chest.

What did this mean? This thing between them—this living, breathing bond they shared. What was she supposed to do with this—this mess that was her life.

She took a deep breath and looked back at Peter, meeting his gaze, then dropped her eyes back to that tattoo. She had studied hers enough in the mirror to know they were identical.

She reached out. She wanted to touch it…

Peter gripped her wrist when her hands got a hair’s breadth away. She looked up at him.

“Can’t do that, M. You know what’ll happen.” He dropped her hand, and she let it fall back to her side.

Oh. Oh.

Right. How could she have forgotten? She had been living with the same side-effects for months, she just hadn’t been thinking…

No. She hadn’t been thinking, and that was the problem, wasn’t it? She needed to keep a clear head on her shoulders. She had seen Peter’s tattoo but he hadn’t seen the matching one that lived on her chest, dark ink spilling over her chocolate skin. She had to keep it that way. She might like Peter like that—want Peter like that—but he didn’t feel the same way. And once he saw her mark…

Then it would be too late, and she couldn’t do that to him. Couldn’t stomach the idea of forcing something like that on him, not when less than an hour ago she didn’t want anything to do with her soulmate. But now… she had to admit that she didn’t mind it being Peter. Stupid, dorky, intelligent, witty, geeky Peter. It didn’t hurt that he was like walking teenage eye candy, either. God, she needed to stop that train of thought before it got too far. “Yeah, right. Sorry. I—I forgot,” she let out in a strained chuckle.

He just smiled shyly at her, gave her a small shrug, color rising in his cheeks. “Never tell Ned I said this, but he was right—I’m absolutely spent. I, uh, I couldn’t sleep last night, so…” He gestured to the bed with his hands.

MJ nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” Then, just because she felt bad, “I didn’t sleep well, either.”

Peter started moving toward the bed. “Uh-uh, that’s still my side, Spider-Boy,” Michelle said, reaching up to take the t-shirt off her head, curls falling into loose ringlets over her shoulders.

Peter spluttered. “Spider-Boy? Who said anything about—about spiders.” MJ raised her eyebrows, gaze dropping to his chest. He glanced down, “Oh, right. The tattoo.” Then, almost too quietly to hear, “Stupid. Of course she meant the tattoo, idiot.”

MJ scrunched up her face at that. She realized her sweats had fallen down where she had rolled them up, and she reached down to tug them up her legs again. Peter’s eyes followed the movement.

“Are you hot? I know the AC in here isn’t the best.”

“Yeah. You have horrible AC and I have faulty heating,” she said, rolling her eyes. Honestly, what a mother hen—

“Here,” Peter said, getting up and pulling open one of his drawers. He riffled through it and threw a piece of fabric at her. She looked down at it. Boxers. She shrugged and stalked to the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind her, shedding her too-hot sweatpants and donning the boxers. Now was not the time to get embarrassed. She was hot, it was hot out, he was offering her a solution. She felt her face heating anyway. The loose fabric offered a breeze her sweatpants couldn’t, and she thanked the heavens Peter was as observant as he was.

She stepped back into the room, shoving her wadded-up pants into her bag on the way back to the bed. Peter had shoved the comforter down to the foot of the bed, leaving only the sheet covering him. He was already asleep, mouth parted slightly, breathing deep, even breaths.

Watching him sleep, Michelle realized just how tired she really was. She pulled back the sheets, and was out before her head even hit the pillow.

And maybe it was seeing his tattoo, maybe it was that the pillow smelled like him, but Michelle dreamed of Peter. Well, maybe “dreamed” was a strong word... It was more along the lines of critical thinking.

Peter was her soulmate—her true mate. He had showered last night, that she was sure of; even if he had told her he’d already showered—maybe he got curious? And… oh, god. Had he felt very time she had…? That was embarrassing.

She was so warm—not too hot, but… warm. Comfortable. Everything smelled like him, and she thought she might drown in it, that feeling of being surrounded by him.

She opened her eyes. It was still dark out. A look at the clock in front of her told her it was two thirty in the morning. She shifted, only to realize she couldn’t. There were arms around her: one draped over her, the other wrapped underneath her around her waist, and her back was pressed up against a hard body. Peter’s body. She knew she should move, maybe even wake him up, but it just felt so right, so instead she closed her eyes again and snuggled back up against him.

She felt him tense behind her and give a small groan into her ear. She stopped moving. When he relaxed she realized he was still asleep. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then, because she was curious, she started wiggling around in his arms. She wanted to see him.

MJ managed to rotate in his arms, to look at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, and even though they were only seventeen, he looked younger somehow—less worried.

Michelle looked down. She was eye-level with his chest, with his tattoo. Her mouth watered. She wanted to kiss it, to lick it—she knew how good it would make him feel, to have that pressure in just the right place. She wanted to do that for him, be that person for him, but she held herself back. It was the tattoo—it was calling to her but she couldn’t. She didn’t have his consent. She settled for leaning her head against his chest. She figured her forehead would be more manageable on his mark than her mouth—but god did she want to use her mouth, to suck on that spider until he was writhing underneath her…

And that was why she couldn’t let him see her matching tattoo. They were young and reckless. Besides, he didn’t want her like that, and once he saw the tattoo, she knew he would feel the same urges—probably even stronger since they would both know then.

He tensed again, hips bucking a bit, but MJ didn’t notice. It was still the ass-crack of dawn and she was already drifting off again, burying her face in his skin, nose scraping across his mark, warm and comfortable and safe.

Part 6

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