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dirtylittlecubbs · 10 months ago

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JUNO JUNO JUNO JUNO JUNO!!!! I- YOU- HOW- THIS?!?

The plot was actually so damn good!! I love their relationship so much!! Their dynamic is so fucking cute and I love how their story didn't feel rushed for the sake of getting to the smut part✨ I'm, to put it bluntly, in love with the concept of spiderHan (cause my fascination with spiderman grew into a crush as I got older lol) and I love the way you wrote it!!!

Does the spider venom actually make his wounds heal faster? I don't think I ever actually clocked that info in any of the spiderman movies if that is an actual thing. If it isn't tho, W writing a plotting💯 it actually makes sense tbh since its actually a thing in some spiders I think and logically would be heightened by a radioactive spider

Okay now the smut? Holy fucking hell!!! It was so wet! Why was everything so wet?😩 The way you wrote Han so desperate and pussy drunk, so so overwhelmed by the sheer strength of Y/n's pussy power😵 I'm dizzy... Would there ever be a follow up to Y/n's thoughts on eating Han's ass? Or vice versa? Or both? Cause it sounds yummy already. Switch!Skz agenda is giving rn, thank you🙏🏼❤

Them sharing their first time together after, I'm sure sharing so many first times of a lot of other things growing up, is actually so sweet! Prior to knowing Han was Spiderman Y/n thought she had a crush on two people but from the beginning her crush on Han outweighed her crush on Spiderman, it just so turned out they were the same person so it works out in the end and I love that so so much!!❤✨

I'm left with one question regarding the plot if you want to answer it. Does Felix know? Does he suspect?👀 Also, Bangchan as Iron man😍 I'm loving this universe more and more the longer I think about it hahaha

𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞-𝐚-𝐡𝐨𝐞! - spiderman!han jisung x fem!reader

wc: 11.1k

cw: han jisung is spiderman, a brief attack of an alien in school, both characters are 18+ (legal) but are intended to be in high school, friends to lovers, jisung calling mc baby at any given moment

synopsis: you’re obsessed with spiderman, but after a certain event takes place, you become convinced your best friend and spiderman are the same person.

a/n: after a long wait… HEHE smut warnings under the cut and as usual 18+ MDNI!!!!!!!

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sw: brief mention of masturbation (both), oral (fem!rec), slightly switchy both parties, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, loss of virginity (both), cumswapping, relatively tame given that its me

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You’re intrigued.

Interested seemed like too little of a word to use for how you feel whenever you see the latest news report. In a world full of superhuman serums and bulletproof skin, he is still intriguing. Maths homework could be ignored, as far as you’re concerned - and that’s bold for you, because you love maths. You wonder if he likes maths, too.

Every night at 6pm sharp, you settle in front of the television and wait for the news. Spiderman, the hero in question, is always up to something. He loves shooting his webs across the tallest skyscrapers in the city, dangling from them precariously without a care before he lets out a loud, earth-shattering giggle and beats the newest bad-guy that your world has attracted. You always wince at the reports, wondering just how he healed from the injuries he must sustain. It had to be down to the spider venom, you supposed.

“He’s dangerous,” Your dad huffs. He’s lounging on his normal armchair, peeling leather be damned, munching on a bag of crisps. You grimace at his crisp covered digits motioning towards the television. You love your dad, really, and your mum - you just always differed in opinions when it came to Spiderman. He was so fucking cool, and you seriously feel like a child saying that all of the time, despite your best friend Jisung telling you that we all have our interests. “I mean, he’s putting normal civilians in danger. Friendly neighbourhood Spiderman my ass.”

“Honey,” Your mother admonishes, digging through her own bag of crisps. You briefly consider why you haven’t been offered one. They look tasty, when your father isn’t rubbing luminous orange dust onto his previously crisp white shirt. “You know she doesn’t like it when you say bad things about him. He- what was the word again, baby?”

“He intrigues me,” You mumble, pretending to erase equations from your homework. Your cheeks blaze crimson when your mother hums in agreement, nodding triumphantly to your father. You wish you could be as sassy as her sometimes. You’re more timid, hiding behind oversized hoodies and Jisung. He is a lot more confident than you, more loud and exuberant - you suppose that’s why he had adopted you as his all those years ago.

Your mother had been best friends with Jisung’s aunt, Sohee. She’s just like Jisung, zipping around the place at an insane pace to offer you snacks and drinks at every second. When you and Jisung had first met in preschool, you’d been drawing patterns in the mud with your grubby little fingers, hiding from the bullies. He’d criticised your drawing. He helped you fix it, though, chubby cheeks puffing out with a grin when it was good enough for his taste. Looking back now, that behaviour was so Jisung, but your mother had been delighted to find out that you’d already met her best friend’s son.

It had been easy becoming friends with him after that. Every day, he’d drag you by your wrist and take you to the yard, insisting on doing your co-operative drawings together. The teachers had a fit everyday on the state of you two by the end of your break, but your mothers had loved it, taking a million and one pictures a second. He stuck up for you both to the teachers, and then he stuck up for you to the bullies and it was like you’d known each other since birth. Inseparable at the hip, you’d been glued together throughout preschool, primary school and now high school - it doesn’t look like you’re getting rid of him anytime soon, either. You’d applied for the same colleges.

You don’t particularly want to be rid of him anyway. He’s alright, really, and you had a bit of a girly, high school crush on him. You would rather jump off of a building like Spiderman sans the webs if anyone found out.

Another thing Jisung is good for is listening to your rants. He waits for your call every night after the news had been on, and you clamber on your bed obediently after the report finishes to press on his contact.

“Jisung!” You squeal. There’s a lot of feedback on his end, and you hear a low ‘shit, fuck, oops, oh God’, until there’s a loud thud and he giggles, chiming through your tinny phone speakers. “... Ji? Are you okay?”

“Yep, sorry, baby,” He sounds out of breath, but you smile when he speaks anyway. Whenever he calls you baby, his designated nickname for you, it makes your heart flutter and you have to grimace to ignore it. His face pops into the little square designated to him, his cheeks blushing pink and round eyes wide. His hair is slightly damp, from what you’re not sure - but he looks cute. “I just got home. I was- I was running some errands for my aunt.”

“God, she’s got you running like crazy lately,” You mumble, still jotting down numbers on your homework. It’s taken you hours, but you always get distracted on nights like this. “Did you see it?”

Jisung hums, and then you hear him groan. He’s stretching, slightly toned honey-skinned arms appearing above his head in the plain oversized t-shirt he’s wearing. You try not to stare. “Did I see what?”

“The- the news, Sungie,” You feel shy mentioning it so outright. It is a weird interest, a weird thing to be obsessed with - Jisung often reassures you that it really isn’t, and his anime obsession was a lot worse. It was. You sigh, clearing your throat. “Spiderman. He was- he was super cool tonight.”

“Ooh, was he?” Jisung teases, chuckling when you groan in protest. “I’m only playing with you, baby. I saw it. He was super cool, wasn’t he?”

“Ha-ha, super cool, ‘cause he’s a superhero. You’re funny.”

“That’s why you keep me around,” Jisung chirps. “Hey, have you done the maths homework? I haven’t had time, because of the errands, y’know.”

“Hmm, yeah, I’m almost finished,” You aren’t. You’re far from it, really, but he doesn’t have to know that. “I can let you copy it tomorrow morning, before class.”

“No, that’s alright, baby. We can just cross-check our answers tomorrow,” His voice sounds tired, but you don’t comment. It’s better not to question Jisung when he’s like this.

His aunt has him doing a lot these days. You haven’t wanted to ask about it because you know it must be tough for her to look after Jisung since his parents passed, especially when Jisung is always going at full speed and is probably seconds away from giving his aunt a heart attack. He was always clumsy as a child, too, snapping his glasses in half and having a few broken bones to tell long stories about. He always means well, but sometimes you wish that he had something else to get his energy out of his system rather than stressing his aunt out.

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“Jisung, surely you know who Spiderman is, like, underneath the mask,” Seungmin quips through a mouthful of dry, government regulated school food. “You spent all that time with Bang Chan in the internship.”

Seungmin is a lanky boy that just came along one day and decided to be yours and Jisung’s friend. With him, he brought a younger, smiley guy named Jeongin, and Jeongin brought Felix. Felix is just Felix - nothing else can describe him. Before long, you’d found yourself in a de facto group of misfits that you weren’t even sure you could call friends. Apart from Jisung, of course.

Jisung simply raises an eyebrow in response to Seungmin. “I mean, sure. I met Mr Bang a few times, but I never met Spiderman. Not out of his suit, anyway.”

You gasp. Jeongin startles from the nap he was taking on the cafeteria table, raising his head to look at you angrily. Felix pushes his head back down from the hood on his jumper and Jeongin immediately falls back to sleep. “You met him in his suit?”

“Well, yeah,” Jisung shrugs. When he turns to look at you, your mouth is agape, feeling slightly betrayed. Jisung shoves another spoonful of cheese - was it really cheese? - pasta into his mouth, and then he’s sighing. “It’s not a big deal, baby. If I really met him, the real him, you’d be the first to know. I promise.”

“You still got that fat crush on Spiderman?” Felix chirps. You meet his amused gaze with your own steely glare, pouting over your packed lunch.

“It’s not a crush-”

“It’s an interest,” Jisung clarifies for you, and you smile. He’s always jumping to your defence like that. You bite into an apple, savouring the crisp, fruity taste on your tongue, and then the bell rings. Sighing, you watch as the boys around you get up - including Jeongin, fox like eyes bleary from sleep - and swing their bags on their shoulders.

“I’ll see you later,” You murmur to Jisung, who throws his arm around your waist in a quick hug. “Enjoy English.”

Right. You and Jisung didn’t have the same classes. He has English now, and you have chemistry, which is probably your least favourite of all classes. You just weren’t a fan of the whole blowing shit up scenario, unlike Jeongin was, and the boy trundles behind you towards your chemistry class.

The class is boring. The teacher drones on and on about some experiment you couldn’t care less about, and you pretend to care. You’re taking notes, sure, ever the diligent student - but you can’t get anything other than Spiderman out of your mind. Jisung met him, and didn’t tell you, and who even is this guy? You’d love to know. You’d love to just see him, even once, just to be able to tell the story.

A massive crash stops the teacher’s speech. He turns to the door, confused, and the students do the same. You do too, furrowed eyebrows staring at the door. Another crash causes people to begin to rise, and the teacher starts ushering everyone out of the class to the closest exit route. You’re frozen in confusion and fear, pencil halted in your fingers, even as another noise makes the teacher run out behind the class.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you’re still sitting in your seat, eyes wide and heart racing. Then, you spring up to follow the rest of your cohort, sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor as you run to the door. Swinging it open, you stick your head out the door and look around, trying to see if the coast is clear. With a planet full of interdimensional attacks, you can’t be sure, and looking left leads you to see a scaly, large animal type of thing. You squeak, startled, and immediately retreat into the class before it notices you. What the fuck do you do? What are you meant to do?

The whole room begins to shake, and you have a feeling the creature’s getting closer. Beakers are thrown to the floor from the vibration ringing throughout the room, glass shattering loudly, and you feel like you’re about to scream, or cry, or run, and you can’t run.

Doing the only thing you can think of, you cower to the floor, hiding underneath a table donned in smashed beakers. You’re curled up in a ball, watching students standing outside murmuring and discussing their own safety, and then the shaking stops.

The door swings open. Everything outside the classroom is too intimidating, items being thrown everywhere, and you can’t even bring your legs to move with how badly they’re shaking. Who’s just walked in? You pray for Jisung. You pray for someone who’s going to help you hide, someone who’s going to keep you safe, and then-

A masked face pops underneath the table. He’s lithe, slender, but the tight red and dark blue suit highlights the hint of abs and sculpted biceps on his body. Holy fucking shit. Your eyes widen. Spiderman is in your school.

“Are you okay?” His voice is deep, but it sounds almost like someone putting on a deeper voice to hide their identity. You nod hesitantly, and then he’s extending a gloved hand towards you, pulling you out from underneath the table. You’re unable to speak. Once you’re standing in front of him, you notice he’s around a head or so taller than you, but definitely not as tall as you thought he’d be. He sighs, chest heaving with panic. You suppose it must be pretty tough work fighting aliens from outer space. “I’ve webbed him up for now, but it won’t hold much longer. Go- please, go and run. Please, anywhere, just- go and hide, or run.”

“I-I-”

“Promise me, b- um, you. I can’t let you get hurt.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I- Yes, I promise, I’m going to- I’ll go, thank you, thank you-”

“Wait, no!” He shouts, rubbing his temples - or at least, you’d imagine he was but he’s just rubbing the mask in frustration. You watch as he bounds over to the window, kicking it open, and the students outside turn to the classroom in awe. You’re rooted in place, as if vines are circling your ankles and securing you to the floor, mouth agape. You wait for him to give you further directions, and you gasp when he runs back over to you, picking you up and carrying you over to the window. You feel light as a feather, and all you can think is how he’s even carrying this amount of strength in that small body. “Too risky. Outside.”

“O-Outside?” You stammer, cheeks bright red, and he nods. He leans to place you out of the window, delicately placing you on your feet, and then he speeds off, shouting a quick “see you later!”.

You blink. You can hear the noises of walls breaking and windows shattering as Spiderman fights, and Felix runs up to you from the crowd outside and slings an arm over your shoulder. You’re still staring inside the classroom as if you can see through walls and watch the fight. What did see you later mean?

What’s the likelihood, honestly? You knew he was the friendly neighbourhood guy, and all that, but why not Bang Chan, in his sleek nanotech suit? This was a big fight. You find yourself getting worried, biting your nails in concern for the man you don’t even know. You have to remind yourself of that. He saved you because you’re any other citizen, not for any other specialty - you don’t know this guy.

“C’mon, over here,” Felix ushers you over, tone soft. When you’re with him, Seungmin and Jeongin, he sighs, rubbing your back. “Crazy, right? At least you can say you met Spiderman now.”

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Jisung is safe, thank god. You kind of feel guilty for not worrying about him at the moment, but he’d text you shortly after, saying he’d left just before it all kicked off because he felt a little under the weather. He wanted to make sure you were okay, though, so he texted you as soon as he could. You’d never admit the blush that rose to your cheeks when you read it.

It’s quiet in your room. Your parents had sprinted to you as soon as you’d come through the door, having seen the situation on the news, and you’d reassured them that Spiderman had saved you. It definitely changed your dad’s perspective of him, and now you lie on your bed feeling more than relieved.

Your fingers tap on your tummy in thought, though. He was making his voice deeper, that much you could tell, but why? How was he there so quickly? There’s no fucking way he was a student. Still, that body in the tight suit… you’d definitely been looking. You’re a woman, of course you were going to look. He had a figure enviable to every man. Broad shoulders, abs just slightly visible, strong legs that carried you over to the window…

In your dreamlike fantasy, you’re considering something you previously never would’ve thought of. What if Jisung was underneath that suit? Now, that would be perfect. Both of your crushes being one being, Jisung pulling that suit up his lithe thighs and letting it settle over his broad pecs.

Before you know it, your hand is dipping under the hem of your pyjama pants, unable to feel guilty for thinking about your best friend in this way. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time, with many of your nights spent whimpering into your pillow and coming apart on your own fingers wishing they were his. He had such nice hands… What if it was him who had grabbed you from underneath that table? Your hand trails down to find your folds, slick and ready for whatever you had in store, but you focus on your clit, swollen and aching between your bottom lips. Would he finger you in the gloves if you asked, let you ride his abs in the suit until completion? Would he kiss you upside down, hanging from the-

A tap on your window makes you jump. The room is dark, save for your bedside lamp, and you turn rapidly to see a faceless figure just about popping in from the corner. You yank your hand out of your bottoms, squeaking, and then you squint to try and see the figure closer.

Holy shit. Spiderman is at your bedroom window.

Your cotton tank top is revealing, so you turn immediately to reach for your dressing gown and tie it around your figure. You pad over to the window in your socks, still wide-eyed and completely baffled, and then you turn the handle to allow him access. What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” You blurt, toes curling against your floor. Spiderman swings inside instead of responding, walking around your room like he’s been there a million times before. “No, seriously, what the fuck?”

He turns to you, shrugging. “I said I’d see you later, didn’t I?”

You blanch. He did say that, yes, but that still doesn’t explain the million questions you have right now. “Well, yeah, but- how do you know where I live?”

“I- uh, found it in the school office,” He hops up onto your bed, sitting cross legged. His mask hides his face, but he hums in pleasure at the feeling of the bedsheets on him. “After the fight, I went in there. Glad you’re okay, by the way.”

He’s still making his voice deeper, and you blink, nodding in response. “I’m great. Can I- can I ask why you’re here?”

He shrugs again, fiddling with a loose thread on your duvet. “No reason. Got bored. I was swinging around and remembered I saw your address on the computer.”

“Right,” You shake your head, still baffled. Instead of questioning him further, you jump onto the bed in front of him and copy his position, cross legged. “Don’t you have, like, recovering to do? I heard you got beat pretty bad.”

“Nah, no way,” He scoffs, rolling his neck. You suppress a smile. Cocky. “Spider venom, y’know? It repairs everything super quick.”

You were right. You can’t suppress a smile at his response, clicking your fingers at his masked face. “I fucking knew it! I guessed it was the venom.”

He stops fiddling with the duvet, turning to you and tilting his head in question. “You’re smart, aren’t you? Hey, are you the one that’s friends with that kid?”

You narrow your eyes. Jisung’s a liar. If Spiderman knows who he is, that means they’ve met more than once, and Jisung lied. You reach for your phone, ready to bitch him out via text, but Spiderman knocks your phone out of your hand. You turn to him, confused.

“Talk to me,” He whines. “I told you I was bored!”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, damn. Yes, I’m friends with Jisung. Why?”

“No reason,” He wiggles forward on your bed, grabbing your hand. You’re confused, but then he launches you into an intense thumb war, one that you were never going to win. Everytime you go to move your thumb in response to his, he’s got you pinned, and before he speaks again you’re five rounds down. “He’s pretty cool, right?”

“Who?” You ask, still focusing on the thumb war.

“Jisung,” He clarifies, clearing his throat. Making his voice that deep must be taking its toll on his vocal chords. “He’s kinda cool. Super smart, I thought.”

“He definitely is,” You laugh when he pins your thumb down again, swatting at his wrist to get him off of you. “He’s smarter than me.”

“And, uh,” He clears his throat again, leaning back on your bed. Leaning back like that, you have a full view of his body in his suit, and you have to stare at the posters on your wall to avoid looking at him. He puts his hands behind his head, the full picture of relaxation, and you wished he’d stop throwing you this random curveball behaviour. “Is that all you think of him? Just smart?”

You blush, finally reverting your eyes to him. “What do you mean?”

“I just mean… Do you have a crush on him, or?”

“Who wants to know?” You bristle, playing with your hands in your lap. You look down at your chipped nail polish, awkwardly shifting on the bed in your pyjamas. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“No one knows who I am,” He responds easily. “I want to know. Tell me. Do you have a crush on him?”

“I’m not telling you that-”

“I’m bored!” He whines again, sitting up. You let him grab your hand again, pulling your pinky finger into a promise. You swear you see the mask smile. “Tell me!”

“Okay, damn,” You sigh, exasperated. Was he on molly or something? Are you dreaming? “I guess so. I guess I always have, yeah, I don’t know. I don’t think he’d ever like me like that.”

He coos at that, taking your hand in his. It’s strangely comforting. “Why not?”

“He’s- well, I don’t think I’m good enough for someone like him,” You admit, scratching the back of your neck. “It’s awkward. He’s my best friend. It would ruin things, and I guess I’ve never let myself think about it like that.”

“You should,” He hums. You blink, staring at him. What the hell is he on about? “I just mean you should. Maybe he likes you too, y’know? I like my best friend. I’d love to know if she likes me back.”

“You do?” You wiggle closer, eager to know more. “You like your best friend? What’s she like?”

“Well,” He strokes your hand again before pulling away, leaning his chin on his hand. “She’s super pretty. Smart, too. I’ve known her since like, forev- for a few years, I think, in total.”

“It’s kind of the same with me and Jisung,” You sigh again, pouting. “I’ve known him for my whole life, basically. I’m just scared it’ll ruin things, but I think about him a lot when I’m on my own.”

He snickers. “Really? Like when you’re doing what you were doing when I got here?”

You swat at his shoulder, blushing bright red. “Shut up, oh my god! I thought you- shut up. Just don’t.”

“Maybe he thinks about you then too, I don’t know,” He shrugs nonchalantly, and then he’s getting up and pacing around. You watch him fiddle with a few photo frames on your desk, humming at ones of you and Jisung when you were younger and even fiddling with a few of your academic medals and prizes. “I won’t tell him, by the way.”

“You see him often?” You ask, voice soft. “He said-”

“Nah, I’ve only seen him once or twice,” He stretches his arms above his head, still staring at your desk full of trinkets. “He doesn’t know who I am.”

“Can I know?”

He turns to you. “Know what?”

“I want to know who you are,” Your voice is confident, but you feel anything but, teeth chewing your bottom lip nervously. “You saved me, and now you’re in my bedroom. I feel that I deserve to know.”

He sighs loudly this time, walking towards the window. “When we get to know eachother better, maybe.”

“Wait, hang on,” You watch him sling a foot out of the window, exasperated. He can’t leave! “Where are you going? I thought you said you were bored-”

“Things to do, baby,” He replies quickly. You blink. That ‘baby’ sounds awfully familiar, and you stand up quickly to walk towards the window, but he’s already webbing away. “Bye!”

You stand there, shocked and confused. He’s swinging from building to building away from you, and you’re just standing there like an idiot. You were interrupted before you could even start touching yourself, forced into a thumb war and coerced into admitting your deepest, darkest secret, and then he just… leaves? Just like that?

Your life is proving to be a little more interesting than you thought, but your dreams were filled with familiar round cheeks beneath a red and blue mask.

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“Baby, is there a reason why your eyes are burning holes into the side of my head?”

You’re convinced your best friend is Spiderman. There, sitting beside you with his glasses sliding down his nose and comfortable in a grey hoodie and pink Hello Kitty pyjama bottoms on, it’s hard to believe. But you’re not stupid.

First of all, since he started that internship with Mr Bang, he’s been weird about letting you inside his room. This is the same person that you had many sleepovers with growing up, and as recently as a few months ago you’d been cuddling in bed together watching Howl’s Moving Castle. He has something to hide, but you’d been let down when you’d arrived at his house earlier and shouldered past him to find literally nothing of suspicion inside his room, other than an anime girl mouse pad with the boobs to rest your wrist on. You knew that existed though, ever since his birthday last year when Felix had gifted it to him, so what gives?

Secondly, Sohee is more stressed out than ever. You’d caught sight of her flitting around the kitchen when you arrived for your homework friend-date, scrubs on and ready to head to the hospital but still panicking about something. Jisung said multiple times that he’d been helping her out more and that’s why he’s been so busy lately. She shouldn’t still be panicking.

Thirdly, Spiderman wouldn’t make his voice deeper to you unless you knew him. He wouldn’t need to, or you wouldn’t recognise his voice - unless it’s a habit he’s picked up, perhaps. That doesn’t change that the way he called you baby last night sounded a little bit too familiar, too comfortable. It came out of his mouth like second nature.

Still, it makes no sense. Surely Jisung would have told you? You’re his best friend, he said so, so he’d tell you. Or would he? Maybe Felix knows. You’re also hoping deep down that it isn’t true, because if it is, you told your crush last night that you liked him.

You can’t even be mad at Jisung for it. He’s still staring at you, and you’re staring blankly back while shoving snacks into your mouth. There’s crumbs all over your homework.

“Jisung,” You begin, and he hums in response. “Would you tell me your deepest, most serious secret if I worked it out?”

He chokes on his energy drink, spluttering neon blue liquid all over his bed. You want to giggle, to make fun of him, but you’re sure you’ve gotten somewhere here. He wipes his mouth, clears his throat, and turns back to you. His hands are shaky where they clutch his textbook, and his eyes are almost blurry through the glasses. “I tell you everything anyway.”

“I don’t think you do,” You respond, quick as a beat. He blinks, lips parting. “Not by that reaction, Jisung. I think you’re hiding something from me.”

He scratches his nose with the end of his pen, looking down at the textbook again. You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not hiding anything.”

“Okay,” You hum. He sighs, scribbling something on the paper. It’s so quiet in the room that you can hear his pen scribbling, but you’re speaking again before you can even think. “Did I tell you Spiderman came to my room last night?”

He gulps audibly. “Nope.”

“Yeah, it was kinda weird,” You take a sip from your energy drink, still staring at him vacantly. Jisung’s eyes flit up to you, and then back down to the textbook. Oh, he knows. He knows that you know. He knows that you know that he knows. “He saved me in school, when that alien thing was there, and then he came to my room and asked me about you.”

“He, uh- really? Did he?”

“Mhm,” Your gaze is steely. “Jisung, I know you’re Spiderman.”

Jisung bursts out laughing. It would be believable, but you’ve known him since you were four years old and it’s a fake laugh. He’s cackling, loud as brass, and he lets out a little “ooh” afterwards as if he can’t believe you. “Baby, that’s the craziest theory you’ve ever come up with.”

“Is it?” You question, head tilting to the side. Then, in the smartest moment you’ve ever had, you pick up Jisung’s energy drink from the floor. He’s still looking at you, a fake smile on his lips, and you take a sip from it casually. Sharing drinks isn’t new for you. You glug back the artificial blue raspberry flavour, and then keeping eye contact with him, you let go.

Before the can is able to fall and spill the rest of its contents over your own textbook, and inevitably Jisung’s One Piece bed sheets, he reaches out and grabs it, hand wrapping around the can, quick as a flash. It all happens in about a second, and you gasp. Jisung gasps. His hand tightens around the can and it crinkles, an impossible show of strength, and then he’s blinking at you. You raise an eyebrow.

“I knew it.”

He puts the can safely on the bedside table, and then he’s slamming his textbook shut. You watch in confusion as he paces back and forth on his bedroom floor, running his hands through his hair over and over.

“Okay!” He points at you, victorious. “That was a reflex. I knew you were going to do that, I’m smart, duh! I knew you were going to drop the can to prove something, and-”

“Jisung,” You say, voice soft. He stops pacing, sock clad feet rooted on the carpet to stare at you. You’re going to get him. You’re going to get him good. “Do you not want me to know? Is that what this is?”

He immediately falls to the floor, head resting on your knee as he looks up at you. You can’t even feel sorry for him, because your plan is working perfectly. His eyes are round and vulnerable, and then he clenches them shut in distress. You think he’s probably a second away from crying. “Baby, it’s not that. I wanted to protect you. It would be dangerous if the bad guys knew who you were, knew that you knew, and I know I shouldn’t have come to your room, that was wrong of me, and-”

You giggle. Jisung furrows his eyebrows, eyes opening. “I knew I was right.” He gasps, pointing at you again.

“Judas! You’re a judas!” He’s shocked, leaning back on his haunches and staring at you. “I can’t- I can’t believe you, that was so-”

“Sneaky? Good? Smart?” You list, leaning back on his twin bed. He stands up, hands on his hips. You’re ready for him to bitch you out, but you don’t care - you knew that you had to know, had to have it confirmed. He taps his foot, and then you see a smile break out on his lips.

“Okay, yeah, that was pretty good,” He hums, returning to the bed. You let him shut your own textbook and sprawl across you, head in your lap. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve told you.”

You sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “That’s okay, Ji. It’s fine. I’m just a little embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? Why?” Jisung asks, his eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of your nails on his scalp. You want to scoff. Embarrassed for two major reasons - one, because you’ve been gushing about how cool Spiderman is for weeks, maybe even months, and two because you told Spiderman last night that you liked Jisung. Spiderman and Jisung are the same person. Sure, it makes things easier. You no longer have a crush on two people, only one, but it doesn’t change the fact that Jisung knows and is yet to say anything.

“I’ve been talking to you about Spiderman for weeks,” You blush, pushing his hair off of his forehead. He whines, thrashing his feet and shaking his head like a dog to hide his forehead again. He’s so dramatic. You like him so bad. “And- and you- it was you, then. You came to my room last night.”

“Yeah, that was risky,” He responds, exasperated. “I just had to, baby. I don’t know, you always seemed so interested in Spiderman and not me. I needed to know if you saw me like you saw him.”

You pause your movements on his head, blinking at the wall in front of you. When you turn back to him, he’s blushing, teeth gnawing his bottom lip. His eyes are conveniently staring at the window, away from you.

“Jisung,” You start, hesitant. “What do you mean?”

He sits up sharply. “Wanna go on the roof?”

“T-The roof? Jisung, how are we gonna- oh. Oh.”

Jisung jumps up from the bed, toeing his sliders onto his feet and pushing the window open. It gives you deja vu - that same figure was pushing the window open just like this to place you safely outside in school yesterday, and then he was coming through your window to see you late at night. It’s hard to believe that they’re the same person, the man you admired so much and your best friend who’s standing by the window expectantly waiting for you to join him.

You hesitantly stand up, brushing off imaginary crumbs from your joggers and looking at Jisung. He smiles, a soft, reassuring smile, and then he’s scooping you up from the floor and wrapping your legs around his waist. It’s slender, the plush flesh of your thighs almost obscuring it, and you squeak in surprise at being in the air.

“I- Jisung?!”

“You have to hold on tight,” He says. His face is inches away from yours, plush lips looking more than appealing and his glasses making him look so endearing. “I need my hands for this, so hold onto my shoulders.”

You nod, face blushing crimson at the realisation of just how close you are. Would he have you like this if he fucked you? Legs around his waist, hands on his shoulders, his face so close to yours as he pants and whines and moans-

You squeak again when he slides out of the window, and then you see him in action. His hands stick to the outside of the apartment building, feet kicking up against the concrete wall. Your heart is racing so badly it feels as though it could burst out of your chest, but you’re not sure if it’s because of the height or because you’re tightly pressed against Jisung.

When he swings you both over the side ledge on the roof, you notice the sun’s set already. Time always goes by quickly with Jisung, but the stars are already out, and the air is crisp and biting against your limbs despite the layers. Once he’s safely stood on the roof, he places his hands underneath your thighs and detaches you from his firm body, placing you on your feet.

You’re disorientated, shocked at the sheer height of the building and at the way Jisung seems to be swinging you around like it’s nothing, but he’s simply staring at you. A wide smile stretches from ear to ear, and he blinks when you don’t say anything. “It’s cool, right?”

“Y-Yeah, super cool,” You admit, chest heaving. “Really high up, but cool. Jisung, why are we on the roof?”

He’s wrangling you, hands on your arms and pushing you to the floor. It feels firm, but with what you now know about him, you know he’s holding back. He plops down next to you, eyes wide and expectant.

“I wanted to do it properly,” He begins. He pauses for a moment, licks his lips, pushes his glasses up his nose, and then he’s speaking again. “I like you, so that’s why I asked. Is it romantic up here? It feels romantic, but I’m not too sure-“

He stands up and begins pacing around the roof before you realise he’s even moved. You raise an eyebrow. “Jisung?”

“I wanted to do this right, y’know?” He pauses, hands on his hips. He looks comical, trying to assert dominance over you like that in those Hello Kitty pyjama trousers. “I- I wanted to swing by and like, grab you, or something? But then you worked it out, and now I’m just standing here with you on a roof…”

He continues mumbling like a mad scientist, eyes focused on a spot next to your head. You stand up, making your way towards him, and he still refuses to look at you. He likes you back. He likes you back, and he’s still your best friend - he’s still Jisung, but he’s also Spiderman, and you’re okay with that. You don’t have to like two people. You only like one, and it’s your goofy best friend.

“Is this even romantic? You know, we could just forget about it and-“

You press your lips to his. He doesn’t make any form of surprised noise, only cupping your cheeks with his hands and pulling you close to him. His glasses bump against your face, his lips pouty against yours and plush and maybe a bit too wet for a first kiss, but you’d always figured he’d take it too far. That’s what you like about him. Jisung never does anything by halves.

It’s brief, too brief for your liking, but then he’s pulling away with a satisfied grin on his face. You blink. Wait.

“Wait, your stupid- your stupid spidey things. Did you know I was going to kiss you?” You pout, and he giggles. “No, seriously! Could you like- I don’t know, feel it coming?”

“Not until you were like, a few inches from my face,” Jisung admits, and his teeth gleam in the brilliance of the evening. “I had a feeling you might.”

You sigh. “So why didn’t you stop talking?”

“Dunno,” He shrugs. “I couldn’t stop once I started.”

The statement is so true to Jisung, so in character for your best friend that you can do nothing but accept it.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It’s easy to fall into a different routine with Jisung.

He never asked you to be his girlfriend. You’re pretty sure you’re fine with that, though - things have had a natural manner of progressing, and now your best friend slash boyfriend slash superhero turns up at your window every night after he’s been on his neighbourhood patrol. Sometimes he’s a little bruised, and sometimes he’s just looking for consolation kisses.

It’s a normal night for you when it happens. Jisung’s halfway out of your bedroom window on his way to perform perfect justice, pulling his mask down over his annoyingly beautiful face. You’re standing a few feet away grinning like an idiot.

“I’ll see you later, my baby,” You can see his grin through the mask. The eyes on his mask form beautiful crescent moons with his happiness. He falters, legs swinging on your windowsill. “Wait. I am coming back here, yeah?”

“Of course,” You giggle. He sends you two fingers in a mock salute, and you watch him begin his journey up the wall to your roof. A beat passes and you’re still standing there, smiling, hands on your hips, and then the masked head of your best friend pops back down into your window, upside down, tilting to the side in confusion. You blink, confused. “What is it, Sungie?”

“Well, where’s my goodbye kiss? Damn,” He huffs, and you roll your eyes playfully. You make your way to the window, sock-clad feet padding on your carpet, and you pull his mask down to his eyes with two fingers. It miraculously stays on his head, and his lips form a teasing grin.

Despite him being upside down, you place a chaste kiss to his lips, and you watch in amusement as he swings away afterwards. You can still hear him giggling with glee from a few buildings away.

It’s a few hours later when he comes back. You’re flicking through a book for English, scrawling notes and highlighting words on sticky notes. It’s started to rain, and the city lights only look brighter in the dusk with the pattering of water on your window. You left it open, of course, for your superhero, but the cold air bites at your arms even through the fluffy blanket you’ve got wrapped around yourself.

Just as you’re beginning to contemplate closing it, a louder, more prominent tap hits the glass. When you turn to the window, Jisung is slouched against your windowsill, chest heaving beneath red lycra and forehead pressed against the glass. He’s got his mask between his teeth, and his hair is dishevelled, floppy brown locks obscuring his eyes. You can still catch sight of the bruising on his cheekbones and you gasp, rushing towards the window.

You drop your blanket in shock, but you swing the window open, pulling Jisung inside with one hand. He stumbles through, disoriented and confused, and you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

“Got hurt,” He explains, huffing out a breath. The mask drops from his teeth unceremoniously, with a wet plop to your carpeted floor, but you don’t care. You rush to sit next to him, fingers gripping his chin to pull him to face you. His eyes are round, sincere, and he gives you a soft smile. “It’ll heal before long, baby, don’t panic.”

“I am panicking,” You say, resolute, because you really are. Bruising is scattered across his cheekbones, fading into green on the plush of his cheeks and his lip looks like it had been burst, but is already healing. “Will it- will it take long? Do you need me to get the first aid kit, or-“

“Baby,” He shakes his head, grabbing your hands. You watch with parted lips as he leans forward, both of you cross legged on the end of your bed. It reminds you of when Spiderman first visited you, when you weren’t quite sure of his identity. Jisung presses his forehead against yours, and you let him look into your eyes. It’s like he’s demanding everything that’s ever gone through your head to be vocalised. You’d tell him if he asked. “I’m really okay. I’m a little shaken up, but I’m fine. Most of it is on my ribs from falling, to be honest.”

“Your ribs?!” You shriek. “Show me. Let me see, I need to help you-“

You’re already trying to wrangle Jisung out of his suit, and he giggles, clearly thinking this is all just some game. He holds his arms up pliantly, though, and you don’t have the thought processing ability within you to realise that Jisung’s suit is an all-in-one and you’re currently stripping him down to his boxers.

The suit is wet too when you drop it to the floor, and before long you’re blinking at your best friend in his plain black boxers and he’s grinning at you as if this is any other day. There’s no bruising on his ribs. You’re staring at his abs, regardless, so you’re not sure you would’ve even noticed.

“You look fine.”

“I told you it heals quickly, baby,” He grins. You blink when he wriggles on your bed, laying on his back and stretching his arms above his head again, this time to get comfortable. His legs stretch out too, and you avoid looking anywhere below his waist.

His body is a spectacle. You can’t stop looking. Broad shoulders taper off into an extremely defined chest and a tight, thin waist adorned with prominent abdominal muscles, before reaching a v-line that leads into his boxers. You’re wide eyed, wanting nothing more than to reach out and run your fingers down his honey toned skin.

“Why-“ You cough, clearing your throat. Jisung raises an eyebrow. He’s grinning from ear to ear, teeth gleaming. “Why did you let me strip you if you’re literally fine?”

The bruising on his cheek is already fading. He shrugs nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. His biceps bulge with the movement and you think you might choke on your own spit. “You seemed pretty determined, so I just allowed it. You wanted to see me naked, I assumed, so-“

“Jisung!” You wail, slapping his shoulder. He groans in pain, catching your hand, and he grits his teeth with a hiss.

“My shoulder! Fuck, that hurt, ouch, baby! What was that for?!”

You gasp. He clutches his shoulder, letting out little pants of hurt sounding noises. You let your head fall to his chest, engulfing him with a hug. “Jisung, I’m so sorry-“

“Hehe,” He giggles. When you look at him, he’s sticking his tongue out, completely fine. You groan, annoyed you fell for it, and then he’s grabbing your forearms and pulling you upwards on top of him.

Your breasts press against his chest like this, due to your lack of bra in your sleep shirt, and his eyes widen when he feels it. Instead of letting you go, his hands move to your back, encompassing you in his strong hold.

You gasp, wiggling in his grip, and he licks his lips. His eyes go to your lips, and then back up to your eyes, as if he’s hesitant.

“I-“ He begins, faltering. “Are you my girlfriend?”

You scoff out a laugh. “I don’t know, am I?”

“I hope so,” Jisung admits, his facial expression vulnerable. His eyes dart to something behind you, as if he’s not sure, almost shy. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him shy. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask, but I want you to be, if you want to be.”

“I want to be,” You nod. He nods in response, and you watch his eyes flicker to your lips again. It’s silent for a moment, and then he leans in, pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss is more charged than usual. Before now, you’re used to chaste, fleeting kisses from your superhero, but now he lets his tongue tease against the seam of your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, and his eyelashes brush against your skin where he does the same. You let your lips part, and Jisung’s quick to grip your back harder, tongue darting inside your mouth with impatience.

You’ve made out with someone before. You’d never had sex with someone before, but you had made out with someone. It was only once at a party when you were a little bit younger but it had felt like a good idea at the time. You’re sure Jisung’s lost his virginity though, but when he whimpers against your lips and his hips squirm a little you’re not too sure.

You pull away from the kiss, lips a little wet, and Jisung’s mouth goes to your neck. You allow him to suck a mark into the expanse of skin just underneath your jaw, his fingers grabbing impatiently at your back. “Sungie, are you a virgin?”

Jisung pulls away, licking his lips. You feel something hard pressing against your thigh where you lay on top of him. You’re thanking every entity ever that your parents are out for a work dinner. “Yeah, I am. I would have told you if I wasn’t,” He confirms, a little breathless. His hips wiggle again. “Is that- is that okay, baby?”

“Yeah, of course,” You smile, comforting. You peck his lips again and he grins back at you. “I am too.”

“I know,” He responds, quick as a flash. You blush. That’s embarrassing. “No, I just mean- you also would’ve told me, y’know?”

“That’s true,” You shrug. You’re feeling a little overconfident, and you move in his hold, having felt it gone a little lax with your kissing. You let your thighs spread over his hips, his hard shaft pressing against your core through your pyjama bottoms and his boxers. You still feel it, though, and it makes your pussy gush a little. “Is- is this okay?”

He’s blushing. His lips part, and he nods, perhaps too eagerly because he clutches his neck afterwards like he’s got whiplash. “Baby, you’re- I have a pretty girl in my lap. This is so okay. Like, so okay, I might have a heart attack and die, probably.”

You shift, and he winces. “Sorry,” You say. It’s a fake apology. You want to swallow his cock down your throat until he cries, and you don’t even know how to. You’d try your best though. “If I lost my virginity, I’d want it to be with you.”

“Damn,” Jisung whistles, eyebrows raised. “Let me hit?”

You giggle, tilting your head to the side. “I’ll let you hit right now, Jisung.”

Jisung shoots upwards into a seated position. His eyes are wide. “Right now?”

“Right now,” You confirm. You go from straddling his lap to laying on your back on your bed in a flash, and Jisung looms over you, all tight, toned muscles and broad shoulders.

“I’ll make it so good, baby, I promise,” He says, and then he’s kissing you again. It’s even messier this time, lips pressing against yours over and over and his tongue adding a collection of spit to the mix. You let your thighs fall apart, his hips quick to fill the space and press his cock against you. His hands go to your waist as he kisses you, sucking and biting on your lips until you’re whining with it, but he doesn’t let up. He’s desperate, messy, and it’s only making your pussy drool even more.

The rain hits the window still, cooling off a little but still providing a calming effect to your room when combined with the orange-pink of your lamp. He inches his palms up your shirt, the softness of his hands surprising you, and then he’s pulling away from your mouth to yank the fabric over your head.

You’re left in just your pyjama bottoms, lips kiss bitten and nipples pebbled against the cool air of your bedroom. You never had shut your window, after all.

“Oh,” Jisung says, exasperated. You finally open your eyes to see him staring at your tits, and you think he might be drooling. “Oh, yeah, my baby. They are so fucking good.”

You almost laugh, but you’re cut off by your own strangled moan when his pouty lips engulf your right nipple. He sucks on it, hard, and when your back arches he lets it slip out of his mouth with a wet popping noise. It’s only a brief moment of reprieve before he’s letting his teeth skim along the bud, and you keen, fingers moving upwards from his shoulders to grip onto the pillow behind your head.

“Oh, that’s so- Sungie, baby, that feels good,” You whine, and he hums against your breast. When he moves to the other one, he tweaks your wet nipple between two fingers. It’s experimental, but the whole thing is, and you buck your hips up impatiently.

His hands move to your ass, scooping underneath you and making you grind slightly against him. The movement makes him moan, your nipple leaving his mouth. A string of drool attaches to his lips and his tongue lolls out lazily, and before you can process it, he’s grinding his cock into your clothed centre.

“Oh- oh, fuck,” He whines, eyes clenching shut. You whimper in response, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Baby- baby, baby. Baby, I’ve thought about this so much, I- fuck, you’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

His words are so crude that they make you keen, nodding enthusiastically. “I thought about it too. I- I touched myself thinking about it, Sungie, did you?”

He gasps sharply, and there’s a fumbling between your legs. He rocks backwards on his haunches, and you see him gripping his cock impatiently underneath his boxers, fingers wrapped tight around the base.

“I will literally cum if I imagine that,” He huffs, breathless. “But yes. I did, many times, and- and- baby, can I see your pussy?”

It’s so bold that you can’t say no. You never would have dreamed of saying no anyway, and you nod, wiggling your bottoms down your legs. You never wear a bra or panties underneath your pyjamas, and your pussy is revealed to him in all its drooly glory, folds sticking together with your arousal.

Jisung’s jaw goes slack. You watch him jerk his cock, eyes fixated on your wet hole, and you shift impatiently.

“I showed you mine, Sungie,” You huff. “Show me yours.”

He nods, eyes still glued to your pussy. Your clit is swollen with arousal, some wetness stuck onto it, and you reach down to trace your fingertips over it absentmindedly while he pushes his boxers down. His cock slaps up against the bottom of his tummy, cockhead leaking beneath his foreskin, precum slicking the smattering of hair at his base. His balls look heavy, shaft swollen and fat between lithe thighs, and you can’t help but go a little googly eyed at the thought of him stretching you out.

He grabs it, pumps his cock a few times while you rub your fingers over your clit. “Is- is it okay, baby?” He gasps, cock leaking steadily in his fist.

“You’re so sexy, Sungie, ‘s so big. I- oh,” You whine, spreading your arousal over your folds. You prop your feet up, letting your legs fall wide, and the movement must expose your soppy hole to Jisung because his eyes widen even further. “I want you inside of me so bad. I’ve wanted it for so long, I just- shit, Jisung, what are you-“

You’re cut off by him diving between your legs. His cock is forgotten, his hands looping around your ass again to spread you wide, and his tongue presses against your core. He moans at the taste, and you whimper out loud, head rolling against your pillow. It’s messy and you can tell he’s inexperienced, but when he sucks your clit between his lips you can’t find it in you to care.

“Oh, oh- baby, baby! You’re good at that, so good at that, baby,” You babble, trying your best not to grind up into his mouth. His mouth is just as wet as your pussy, his lips drooling all over you. You’re cut short when he flattens his tongue against your core, moaning out loud, and his hands move your ass just a bit. “I- you- Sungie-?”

“Grind on my face, baby, c’mon,” He murmurs, muffled by your folds, and you oblige. Your hand goes to his hair, yanking on the dark brown strands, and you hold him in place while you grind your pussy senseless on his tongue. Your boy is good with his mouth, you realise - he’s pliant, letting you make yourself cum on his tongue and lips, and after only a few grinds you’re sure you’re going to fall apart for him.

“Ah! Ah, oh, baby, your mouth is- Sungie, Sungie,” You whine, feet kicking on the bed. Your legs go flat, but as the pleasure builds up in your core, your thighs tighten around his ears. He likes this, moaning loud to the point the vibrations make you jolt. It’s all so wet, your pussy dripping with arousal and his saliva, dripping down to your asshole. It has you wondering if Jisung would eat your ass further down the line, and your eyes flicker to his - would he let you eat his? He probably would, with how submissive he’s being.

His hips buck downwards on the bed and he keens into your pussy, and you realise he’s humping your mattress. He’s so desperate for you that he just can’t help himself, and you moan, loud and unabashed. The sight has you hurtling towards your orgasm.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, baby,” You warn, and he finally lets up, pulling back to suck on your clit. His hand moves over to the top of your pussy, pulling your mound backwards, and the exposure of your clit directly to his lips is your downfall. You wail, bucking your hips into his mouth, and you can hear yourself talking and moaning but you’re not sure what you’re saying, only able to feel your hole gushing into Jisung’s mouth over and over.

Jisung licks over your clit a few times comfortingly, and then he’s on top of you again, face looming over yours. His right hand holds him up steadily and the other stays downwards, hooked on your thigh to keep you open.

“You taste delicious, baby,” He grins, mouth wet. When he presses his lips to yours he’s desperate, tongue darting into your mouth to let you taste your own cum. You let your hands fall to his chest, fingernails digging into the muscles. The filthiness of it all has you wriggling around impatiently again, and Jisung’s cockhead slips against your clit, making you whine into his mouth. He pulls away, gasping for air with the sensation, and you kiss the beauty spot on his cheek for good measure. “Baby. M-my baby, shit, can- can I fuck you now? Have you got a condom, I- shit, I need to fuck you?”

He’s breathless, giggling at his own desperation, and you nod eagerly. You’re on the pill, and realistically you’d want nothing more than him to creampie you, but you have a shred of logic still left in your brain. “No condom. I- I don’t have any, can you pull out? I know it’s not-“

“Don’t care,” He huffs, legs moving to prop himself up more securely. His knees dig into your bed, and he pulls your thigh further apart, letting his eyes fall down to your pussy. His face is more than pornographic when he sees the visual of his cockhead sliding through your folds, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. He lets his eyes flutter shut, a small profanity leaving his mouth. “You’re sure I can fuck you raw? I- please, p-please, baby. I need to be inside.”

“Jisung,” You whine. He lets his tip bump against your clit again, and you grow too desperate, reaching down yourself to grab his cock. The feeling makes him whimper, his fingers ripping into the pillow beside your head with his superhuman strength, but you’re too out of it to care. You position his cock by your hole, soppy and wet with your own cum, and he can’t hold himself back - he pushes in, all of it at once, a long, anguished noise leaving his mouth. “Oh. Oh- Oh, Jisung, that’s-“

“Is it okay? Are you okay?” Jisung asks, breathless. “Does it hurt? I- baby, baby-“

He’s still completely stationary, but he can’t stop talking, chest heaving and flushed pink. You shake your head. It doesn’t hurt. You’re wet enough that he glided in so easy, stretching your pussy in the most pleasurable, delicious way. You didn’t think it would ever feel this good, but you’re sure it’s because it’s Jisung.

“God, is it- does it feel good?” He questions you, and you nod eagerly, hands moving to rest on his biceps. He repositions you both so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, his arms holding himself up over you, and the movement has him sliding deeper, making you whimper. “Can I-“

“Fucking hell, Jisung, can you just move?” You huff, annoyed, and he giggles. He shakes his head fondly, and then he’s thrusting into you, slow but steady.

“Oh, that’s good,” He slurs, eyes rolling back into his head. “That pussy’s good. Jesus, you’re- you’re tight on my cock, baby, like a fuckin’ vice.”

“Your cock is so good,” You whine, trying to fuck yourself back on him. Your pussy is so wet that every thrust makes an audible noise, ringing throughout your room. If anyone walked past now they’d hear the debauchery, and you’re not sure you’d even care. “Fuck, Jisung- Jisung, you’re big. Please, please, more, I need more!”

“Okay, okay,” He moans, and then his hips speed up. His balls slap against your asshole with every thrust, his cock pistoning into you at a pace that has you wailing. The headboard slams against the wall. “Oh, fuckin’- baby, this puusssy.”

“It feels so good. Your cock is stretching me out so good, baby-“

“Fuck, wait,” He whines, pulling out sharply. When you look down between his legs his cock is painfully hard, and his pubic hair is drenched with you. The sight makes you even more eager to get him back inside of you, but Jisung grabs the base of his cock tightly, his chest heaving. “I- I’ll cum if you talk like that. Fuck, this is so embarrassing!”

“I want you to cum,” You insist, leaning up on your elbows. Your pussy is still leaking steadily onto your bedsheets, and you make grabby hands at your boy to try and get him back inside of you. “You made me cum so good in your mouth, Sungie, c’mon. Make yourself cum with my pussy.”

“Oh my God,” He moans, eyes half lidded, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re dirty. My fucking dream, holy shit.”

He leans over you once more, pushing his cock inside of you. It slides back in easily with another wet noise, and you moan, smiling with delight. “Mm, fuck this pussy, baby, c’mon.”

“I- fuck, okay,” He keens, nodding. His teeth bite into his lower lip almost painfully, and you kiss his neck while he starts to fuck into you again. With a quick reposition you let your thighs fall apart and further back, and his cock starts to hit your g-spot incessantly. He pulls away from you, head lolling into your neck. His breaths fan over your skin, hot and heavy. “You’re so wet, why are you- how are you so wet, baby? This pussy, fucking- I’m gonna cum. I’m so close, I’m so close, please-“

The shred of logic has left your brain. His cock feels so good, thick and pressing inside of you. You have to let him do it. “Baby. Baby, do y’wanna- I’m on the pill, baby,” You say, breathless. His pace stops, hips halting, and he makes a confused noise. “Cum inside. Creampie this hole, Sungie, I know you want to.”

“Oh my fucking- baby? My baby, can I?” He wails, head pulling up to look at you. You catch sight of tears brewing in his eyes, glassy and unshed. “Baby, please, I’m gonna cum, please, where-? Baby?”

“Inside of me, Sungie,” You wrap your legs around him, pulling him inside of you, deep. You know he could get out of it if he wanted to, but he doesn’t, hips starting to pick up inside of you again. It’s fast, desperate and he keens, nodding. “You gonna fill me up, yeah?”

“Yeah. Y-yeah, yes, oh- I’m gonna fill you up,” Jisung’s words are slurred, quiet, and you let him fuck into you over and over. With a sharp noise, his hips slow once more, and you feel a rush of additional wetness inside of you. It’s warm, and you run your fingers through his hair while he fucks his cum inside of you. “Fuck. Baby, you’re so good to me, so good. Lettin’ me breed your cunt, and- and- oh. I’m still-“

He’s still cumming. It floods out of his cock and into your pussy steadily, and you giggle, feeling sated. Your delighted state of mind only lasts a second, because he pulls out sharply and wiggles down on the bed, attaching his mouth to your cunt. He’s eating his own cum out of you.

“Oh! Oh, Jisung, you’re- you’re dirty, Sungie, ah-“ You whine, fingers moving to his hair again. He licks you over and over until you’re wailing with it, your own tears brimming in your eyes from the overstimulation. Your hole feels stretched, a feeling you’re sure you could get used to, and you shake through a second orgasm.

Jisung’s quick to lean over you again, and then his thumb moves to your chin. He opens your mouth firmly, spitting your combined release into your mouth, and you moan, letting him press his tongue between your lips afterwards.

It’s messy and you let him kiss you for a bit, slow, languid, passionate kisses that have your core almost throbbing for more, if you weren’t so satisfied. Jisung’s soft cock presses against your tummy, wet with your combined arousal, and then he flops down next to you with a huff.

“God, I could go again,” He admits, hand running through his sweat mussed hair. When you turn to him, he’s grinning from ear to ear, and you giggle. He looks at you with a satisfied expression. “You’re the best. That was literally like, the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Even more than when I win some fight against an alien, or something.”

“Alien?” You ask, and then you remember. “Oh, yeah. Kinda forgot about that.”

“You forgot about me saving your life?!” He shrieks, thrashing around on the bed in a tantrum. “Seriously, if I wasn’t in love with you I would- ah. Oh.”

You blanch, blinking at him. It’s easy to ignore that you’re both naked when he’s just dropped a bombshell on you like that, and you let out a giggle. “That was sweet. I’m in love with you too, for the record.”

You’re attacked in a flurry of kisses, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re sure Han Jisung intrigues you just as much as his superhero alterego does, so it’s easy to accept.

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mellicose · 5 years ago

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Mirror

A Peter Vincent (Fright Night) x Lucian (Underworld) Fic

Rating: Mature, for MMF erotica

Word Count: 4870

Summary: Lucian, Stella, and Peter have a some fun together after one of Peter’s gigs.

Note: This is absolute crack. Like, thirsty grown ass woman fandom crack p@rn. I’ve never written full-on m|m before in my nearly 15 years of writing high-brow erotica, so you’ll have to excuse me if it’s not 1000% accurate or perfect or blahblah, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t delicious to write. If you like my other stuff, this will have the same flavor, except with 100% more pen!s.

Anyway, on with the show.

“You’re eager for another go, aren’t you?” Lucian said, sitting on one of the fancy leather sofas in Peter’s penthouse.

“Hush, pup,” she said, smiling as she poured herself another whiskey. “Anyway, it’s your fault. I’m only a mirror-”

“Watch your mouth,” he said, but his smile didn’t fade. She snapped her teeth at him, and winked.

“Who cares if he hears? He doesn’t know,” she said, sitting at his feet and sipping the liquor.

“Maybe,” he said, running his heavily ringed fingers through her long hair. “Why you sitting down there?”

“I like it down here, with you. It’s a stellar view,” she said, nuzzling his knee. His leather-clad knee squeaked. She bit down playfully, but harder than she would ever dare with a human. He growled at her, and his hand became a fist in her hair.

“Watch yourself, witch. I’m no dog,” he said, his pupils grew until there was only a small ring of white. A tear rolled down her cheek from the pain, but she was smiling.

“No, you’re not,” she whispered. “That’s why I adore you.” Her eyes were going cloudy. She knelt and got between his legs, although his fist was still in her hair, pulling painfully. Her hands moved up his thighs and met at his groin. “Oop. What’s this?” She bit her lip.

His grip loosened, then fell away. “You humans are an odd lot,” he said. He traced the tear line down to her parted lips, and slid his finger inside. Again, she bit.

“You’re more vicious than some in my pack,” he said, and replaced his finger with the meaty bit of palm right underneath his thumb. She play-growled and bit down harder. He leaned forward, staring and feeling her arousal. Her tongue laved the red teeth marks on his flesh. “Craven,” he said softly.

“Me?“ she said, undoing the laces of his pants. She raked her fingers down the silky hair on his lower belly.

He leaned back, letting her touch him. “You don’t dare bite down.”

“I’ll draw blood,” she said, kissing up from between his nipples to his neck.

“You afraid of what might happen if you did?” he said. Her kisses stopped, but her mouth remained on his neck.

“I’ll become one of you,” she said into his skin. “Would you really want that?” She raised her head to look at him.

He laughed with his whole body and hugged her. “Bloody hell! You’d take over, and what would become of me?” he said. He kissed her all over her smiling face.

“Aren’t you two adorbs,” Peter said from the dark. He walked in, wearing a short robe that left little to the imagination.

“Uhuh,” she said, sitting on Lucian’s lap. She rested her head on his shoulder, and both of them watched as Peter crossed the room to pour himself a drink. They sighed in unison.

“So you-” he said as he slammed some god awful radioactive green concoction, “-you two are fuckbuddies?”

Her and Lucian looked at each other, and chuckled. “Whyever would you come to that conclusion?” she said as she licked her finger and played with Lucian’s exposed nipple.

“Alright, alright. I thought she was a new part of your envoy,” he said, shrugging as he took another shot. He scratched at his exposed chest, which was clean and devoid of sigils. Again, they stared.

“You’re not completely wrong,” Lucian said slowly, as his eyes moved down to where the sash barely held the robe together.

“Whatever,” Peter said. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand your weird immortal sex lives,” he said, running his fingers through his freshly washed short hair.

“I’m not immortal,” she chirped, but the men were watching each other intently.

“And yet you insist on consorting with us,” he said, running his hand up her thigh and underneath her skirt. She gasped softly and spread her legs. Now, Peter stared.

“With her, yeah,” Peter said without preamble, and came closer. “Where the devil did you find her? This afternoon was wild.” He smirked.

“It’s not your concern,” Lucian said. Her head lolled on his shoulder as his hand moved rhythmically underneath her miniskirt. Peter took a few steps closer. Lucian raised his face and sniffed. “Can you smell that, Peter?”

“What?” he said quietly as Lucian’s other hand moved underneath her tank top to squeeze her breast. He licked his lips, his eyes locked to Lucian’s.

“I know you consume vampire blood so your senses are somewhat heightened, but you can’t imagine what a human woman’s arousal smells like when you’re truly immortal,” Lucian said. He held up the hand that had been underneath her skirt, and his fingers shone in the low light. Clear strings of arousal dripped from between his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she said, tugging at Lucian’s arm.

Peter cursed softly and fell to his knees, his mouth watering.

“It’s better than drink, and more narcotic than drugs,” he said, and ran his slick fingers across Peter’s lips. Peter groaned and sucked her off his fingers, eyes half closed with lust. She caressed him, smiling dreamily. “But you know that,” Lucian said indulgently, pulling his now-clean middle finger out of Peter’s mouth.

“More,” Peter said, staring hungrily at her. Lucian whispered something in her ear, and she moved so she faced Peter. Lucian spread his thighs, and her legs opened wide. Her skirt rode up to her hips, exposing her swollen, smooth pussy.

“Fuck,” Peter said softly, caressing up her thighs. “You know me too well.” Just as he darted forward to taste, Lucian pushed him back hard enough to make him roll on the carpet. He hated when they flexed their muscle like that - especially in front of a woman. It was embarrassing.

“Not so fast, slave.”

“I’m not your slave,” Peter said sullenly, sitting up. His robe was twisted around his slim frame, and he was fully exposed. Unlike Lucian, he was clean shaven.

“Perhaps not to us, but to the bloodsuckers…” his eyes settled between Peter’s legs. He was still half-hard. “You can’t refuse a woman, can you?”

Peter stood up and shed his robe. Lucian’s lips twitched with mirth. The vampire blood did him well, and he wasn’t ashamed to show it. He eyed Peter’s hard belly, and the tempting curve of his ass. It did him very well. She stirred in his lap, her hands busy pulling his cock out of his pants.

Peter watched as she stroked Lucian’s cock to life - it was thick and throbbing out of a nest of black hair.

“I’m always game for sexy fun, but I’m not …” he wriggled his finger at her stroking hand. Her legs were still parted enough to give him a choice view, and she was beginning to drip with anticipation.

“You’re not what?” Lucian said, pulling her shirt over her head. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and he slowly traced circles on her areolas.

“I don’t suck cock,” Peter said flatly.

That’s not what I heard Lucian thought, but he held his tongue. She giggled.

“Of course not,” Lucian said. “We’ll share her, as a sign of peace and friendship. Nothing more.” Again, she positioned herself with her legs wide open on his lap. Although he licked his lips again, this time Peter didn’t fall to his knees.

“Don’t you want it?” she said, running a finger up her slit.

“What do you want?” Peter said, looking at Lucian. “You obviously didn’t only come here for this.” He looked funny, nude and semi-aroused, yet with his arms crossed.

Lucian massaged her thighs, and her belly tightened with sensation. Her breasts jiggled as she reached behind her to caress him.

“As ever and always, a little bit of information,” he said.

“I told her everything I know,” he said, pointing at Stella. He bent to pick up his robe, but Lucian growled low in his throat. The sound was distinctly non-human, and he dropped it and held up his hands.

“I mean it. She knows what I know,” Peter said. “We’re friends, right?”

“Friends,” Lucian said. He bit his lip, flashing a fang. “Sure.” His eyes moved over Peter’s body.

“I can’t tell whether you’re horny or hungry, man,” Peter said, speaking his thoughts aloud. Sweat beaded his brow. He was starting to feel lightheaded. More interestingly, he didn’t mind Lucian’s eyes on him. Was it narcissism, or lust? He was too foggy to tell.

“Man,” Lucian repeated, chuckling. ”Perhaps pleasure will knock something loose in that vamp blood-addled brain of yours,” he said finally. “Come and have a taste of Stella.”

“Stella,” Peter said, smirking. “You okay with that, beautiful?”

“Touch me, Peter,” she said, beckoning to him. He knelt again, and buried his face between her legs. She was musky and sensitive and delicious, and his tongue moved haphazardly from her opening to her clit and back. Lucian slapped the top of his head. Peter grunted into her flesh. Lucian pulled him away by the hair.

“Fuck, what are you about?”

“Don’t you find Stella deeply desirable?” he said patiently.

“Yeah,” Peter said, a bit disoriented. The top of his head hurt from Lucian’s grip.

“Then do it properly,” he said. “This isn’t just about your base desires.”

“Alright. Just … let go.” It came out less aggressively than he wanted. Lucian nodded. His eyes followed as he bowed his head to lick again. This time, he gently spread her lips and licked her swollen clit, then circled it with the tip of his tongue. She shivered. He watched as Peter swirled his tongue on her overheated folds and sighed. What fragile beauties humans are. So given over. Unburdened with the curse of forever.

Lucian’s eyes followed Peter’s every move intently, and his cock swelled and pressed in the cleft of her ass and very near where Peter’s mouth worked. The tip of his cock nudged right underneath her opening, and she began to gyrate her hips to stimulate him. Peter thought it was solely for him, and he moaned and slid a finger inside her, then gasped and pulled away. His wrist was streaked with precum.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her hands in Peter’s hair. Lucian’s kohl-rimmed eyes were questioning. His cock twitched underneath her ass, preternaturally thick. The purple tip of it contrasted with her pink. It wasn’t an unpleasant sight. She shifted her hips, and the crown of it nudged between her lips, where her wetness and his saliva had made her slick. Again, he looked up at Lucian. His hand was on her belly, splayed. Offering.

“You want to watch,” Lucian said, amused. Stella tipped her face up to kiss the corner of Lucian’s mouth.

“Let him do as he pleases. I want you inside me,” she said. Lucian looked at her affectionately and licked the tip of her nose.

Peter’s cock strained against his belly. He stroked it and groaned at his own touch. He was already aching.

“Do it,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust. “Fuck her.”

“Crass,” Lucian said, then canted his hips to slide inside her. All three of them sighed together as the broad tip of his cock stretched her, and she began to ride him, legs spread wide for Peter’s gaze.

“Does it feel good?” Peter asked, leaning over to fondle her breasts.

“Better than heaven,” she said.

“Naughty girl,” Lucian whispered, and kissed her. Peter watched as their tongues darted in and out of their lips, and his own mouth watered. He looked down, where he was balls deep in her, unmoving.

“If you’re not gonna do any work …” he said, and kissed her flat belly, licking whorls closer and closer to her cunt, which smelled almost unbelievably enticing.

Lucian ran his fingers through Peter’s hair. He moaned and moved up to suck on her tits, thinking it was her hands touching him so tenderly. When he looked up and noticed it was Lucian, he jumped back, cheeks red.

“Hey …” he said, but softly. Stella began to ride Lucian’s cock again, and his hands moved to her breasts.

“This is a rare pleasure,” he said softly against her temple as he fucked figure eights into her. Peter watched, bemused. He had not been able to tell that it was Lucian’s touch, and not hers. And he liked it.

Stella extended her arms to Peter. “Kiss me. I want to feel your mouth on me,” she said breathlessly.

He looked at Lucian, questioning. Lucian nodded, and he fell on her, kissing her as passionately as Lucian did. Her mouth tasted vaguely of berries and blood, and instead of putting him off, it inflamed him. His cock rubbed up against the slick insides of her thighs, and she gasped.

“I want you, Peter,” she said into his kisses. She pulled him to her, fingers digging into his ass. “Give it to me.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and thrust home … and his cock slid down her slit and bumped into Lucian’s as he pulled out. Again, he froze. Stella kissed his temple.

“It’s okay. Do it now. Please.”

He looked into her eyes and relented, groaning as he slid easily inside her. Even as pleasure made his hairs stand on end, he was aware of Lucian’s presence. Her delicious warmth, her softness was his doing. He’d aroused her, and stretched her open for his quick, deep thrusts.

She writhed against Lucian, crying out. Lucian didn’t dare fuck her that hard. She knew there was good reason for his restraint - too much aggression, and even a Lycan as old as he was could turn. She loved him, but she missed a deep, hard dicking.

Peter felt her open up and gave her everything, face tilted up to the ceiling. He felt something in her. Something special. She was a witch - that was obvious - but she hadn’t clearly stated what kind. He sucked the sweaty flesh of her neck and ground into her. It didn’t matter. All pussy was good pussy to him. He felt … surrounded. Held up. Something pressed into his perineum, and at first he assumed it was her, fondling him, until he felt both of her hands on his hips.

He stopped mid-thrust and opened his eyes. Both Lucian and Stella were sweaty, eyelids heavy with pleasure.

“Why’d you stop?” Lucian said. He canted his hips, and Peter felt a pleasurable pressure against his perineum. It was his cock, sliding deliciously against him as he fucked Stella.

“Oh wow,” Peter said, withdrawing and moving back. “Shit. Fuck.”

“What is it, beautiful?” Stella said, reaching out to him. “Come back.”

“You were … on me,” Peter said, pointing to Lucian’s cock. It was glossy with their mixed juices. “Man.”

“You must stop calling me that,” Lucian said, lifting Stella from his lap and standing up.

“I’ve done a spitroast, but I don’t know …” his voice trailed to nothing as Lucian unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. His body was stocky, and strong, and his chest was covered in downy black hair. He pulled down his leathers and kicked them off. Stella sat and watched them both, the corners of her mouth twitching. Would it be that easy?

Lucian pulled the leather thong from his long black hair, and it cascaded free over his muscular shoulder. Peter whimpered.

“You were saying?” he said, holding his hand out for Stella.

“I was-” Peter rubbed his chest pensively. “-nothing important.”

Lucian picked up Stella, to her delight. They looked so free, and open, and happy. He wanted to be part of it. She cleared her throat.

“So, you gonna take us to bed, handsome?” Stella said.

He led them to the bedroom, which had floor-to ceiling glass. Vegas glimmered in a thousand colors all around them as Lucian lay her on the bed.

“It looks like you,” he said as he lay beside her, on his side.

“Can people see us, if they really look?” Stella said, guiding Lucian’s hand between her legs.

“Nobody cares. Everyone’s fucking,” Peter said, crawling in beside them.

Lucian smiled. “We’re not.”

Peter held his breath, but Stella pushed him on his back and mounted him. His toes curled, and she bounced above him with a smile. She leaned down to kiss him.

“Gods, you’re a beautiful freak,” she whispered, and slid her tongue into his mouth.

A freak. He supposed he was. He wasn’t supposed to be alive, yet he was literally strengthened by the blood of his enemies.

Lucian got on his knees to kiss her, and they moaned in unison as he gently caressed her clit as she moved on top of him. Peter opened his eyes. Lucian’s cock was hard and wet, bouncing gently with Stella’s movements. He grabbed her waist, and it slid hotly against his forearm.

He blushed, for the first time in fifty years. Stella took Peter’s hand and guided it to Lucian’s cock.

He squeezed for a moment - it throbbed, and it was so hot - Lucian stopped kissing her to look - he groaned as Peter’s fist moved toward the tip - Peter’s body tingled and his cock twitched inside Stella, who cooed with pleasure -

He moved his hand away. It was slippery, and he squeezed it shut. It was still warm from Lucian’s flesh.

Stella rolled off him and lay back, legs wide apart. “Come taste him, Lucian,” she said, and surprisingly, he obeyed, lying on his stomach and licking her wetness from her thighs, then her mound …

Peter stared, and stroked himself. Lucian looked so given over, so content to lap at her. He crawled closer, sniffing. Without stopping his licking, Lucian pulled him between her legs. Their bodies were pressed together, their legs tangled, Peter’s cock pressed against Lucian’s muscular hip.

Lucian looked in his eyes as his tongue circled her swollen clit. His tongue moved down to her opening and slid inside. She sighed and ran her fingers through Peter’s hair, coaxing him closer.

“I want to feel both your tongues,” she said, spreading wider.

Peter breathed sharply, then bowed his head. His cheek was pressed against Lucian’s bristly one as they darted their tongues in her folds. She moaned loudly as Lucian softly licked at her clit, and Peter muscled his tongue inside her.

“Fuck!” she cried out as Peter withdrew as slid two fingers inside her. Now both of them licked her clit. Peter’s heart was pounding. Lucian’s musky breath warmed his cheek as their tongues began to tangle against her. He felt a hand, slippery and strong, move up this thigh as he finally dared to respond to Lucian’s kiss. He closed his eyes and let him suck on his swollen lips-

Peter pulled away and looked at Lucian, whose blue eyes had gone deliciously dark. His hand was on his hip, caressing.

“I, uh … um …” he said, but Lucian pulled him on top of him with a grunt and kissed him. Peter was dizzy, but his cock was rock-hard and throbbing against Lucian’s hip. They were breathtaking, his kisses. Deep, and hungry. He was done pretending.

Peter raked his fingers in Lucian’s thick black hair, which smelled improbably of amber. It was exhilarating, kissing a man’s neck - bristled, thick - and finding it utterly enticing. His hypermasculine scent only made him desperate, and he kissed down to his chest and bit like he watched Stella do. Lucian groaned and caressed his shoulders.

He didn’t dare look up, so he moved down to his belly, both soft and hard, and stopped when he felt Lucian’s hard cock pressed against his neck. It pulsed insistently as his own heart beat, and Peter realized he could smell him now. He wondered whether that’s what he smelled like to someone else, and whether they felt that same quick-growing hunger to taste the closer their mouths got to his cock.

His lips pressed right where Lucian’s hair started, but he was still.

Stella licked his ear. “Let’s do it together, honey. I’m gasping for him,” she said, and gently nudged him aside for access. She grasped Lucian’s cock and gave it a long lick from base to tip with a broad tongue, staring into Peter’s eyes. She licked the tip, and a clear string of precum extended from her tongue to her lips, and she leaned over to kiss Peter, working the precum into his tongue. Peter groaned and hugged her close, and his hungry saliva wet both their chins. When he withdrew, he saw that Stella was slowly jerking Lucian’s cock. She stopped and slid her precumslick fingers in Peter’s mouth, then reached down to stroke him off.

“Isn’t it too good?” she whispered as she moved down Peter’s body. “You should try it.”

Lucian looked down on him, his eyes cloudy with desire.“I want to feel your pretty mouth on it,” he said. Peter swallowed hard, and tugged on Stella’s shoulders.

Stella wrapped her lips around his cock, and Peter shivered. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock as her hands caressed his balls.

Lucian reached down to stroke himself, and a clear bead of precum gathered at the head of his cock. Peter dared to caress up a muscular thigh. He had sucked cock before, but not out of desire - just necessity. He knew how to make it last long, or make him finish quick, but his heart had never, ever been in it. Stella moaned and sucked noisily at him, but the pleasure seemed far away compared to Lucian’s gaze as he gently pressed the tip of his cock against his parted lips.

“Please,” he said softly. Peter grabbed the base of his cock and slowly took him in his mouth. His musk set off a depth charge of lust deep in his belly, and sweat sheened his body as he sucked only the tip of his cock with soft lips, laving the tender frenulum with every bob of his head. Lucian cried out and spread his legs, and his heels dug into the mattress with pleasure. He felt himself gently led to Lucian’s balls.

“Don’t forget them,” Stella whispered hotly in his ear, and he obeyed happily, licking, then sucking one, then the other. It was utterly delicious to feel Lucian shiver above him as he worked his fist on his salivawet cock to keep it throbbing for what came next.

What came next?

Lucian seemed to read his mind, and he caressed him and pulled him up to kiss him. He shamelessly worked his musk deep into Lucian’s mouth with his tongue, and they rolled around the huge bed, clawing and caressing, as Peter dry humped Lucian’s belly, eager for release.

Lucian rolled on his belly and raised his ass off the bed.

“Come, beautiful. Finish in me.”

“You got lube?” Stella asked from somewhere close.

“Bedside table. Drawer.” Peter said, and fell on Lucian, kissing and sucking on the pale flesh of his neck and shoulders. Lucian reached around to caress Peter’s slim thighs. The bottle of lube bounced against them and landed on the bed. Peter grabbed it and squeezed it liberally between Lucian’s cheeks as his other hand sought his cock underneath them.

“Don’t be gentle,” Lucian said, his voice hoarse with need.

“I rarely am,” Peter said, and he thrust inside him. They both shivered with the delicious squeeze, and for a few seconds, Peter was still, taking in Lucian’s tight heat. He felt him twitch around his length, and he sank his teeth into his neck and fucked him. Lucian parried each thrust with deep grunts.

Lucian was delectable. He was the perfect mix of butch and giving, and Peter’s whole body thrummed with desire. It grew and grew, with Lucian’s kisses, and the feel of his muscular movements underneath him, guiding him deeper and deeper into that improbably silky heat. Peter’s fingers raked down Lucian’s hairy chest, and he gently squeezed his erect nipples as he licked the shell of his ear.

“Harder,” Lucian whispered, rolling his hips into Peter’s thrusts. Lucianis cock rubbed fruitlessly against the bed. He didn’t want to stroke himself, and take away from the sensations Peter was giving him. How long had he wanted to feel him, fully, on his own? How many mirrors had he sent to give him a paltry taste of what he craved so completely?

Stella was his lucky charm, he knew it from the start-

Peter whimpered, and his muscles tightened against him.

“Gonna come-” he said, thrusting slow and deep, his leg locked around Lucian’s.

“I want you to come,” Lucian said, raising his head to kiss him.

“Inside?” Peter said, not stopping. He gripped Lucian’s shoulders and rolled his hips into him.

“No. On my cock,” Lucian said. “When you’re ready-”

Peter grunted and withdrew. “Now!”

Lucian turned around quickly, but the first lashing of come still streaked his hip. Lucian sat up quickly and stroked every last twitch from him, and as Peter’s hot come spurted on him, he became fully hard again.

Peter’s spent cock was still half hard as Lucian rubbed his come over himself and began to stroke.

“Your cock almost made me come. I’m so close,” Lucian said, gently caressing his balls as he worked his fist over his shaft.

“Let me,” Peter said, taking over, but after a few strokes he fell on the bed and took him in his mouth again, sucking, licking, and sliding two fingers in Lucian’s lubeslippery asshole. He raised his knees high as Peter stroked his shaft expertly and sucked on the head of his cock, his tongue a velvety friction on his frenulum that made him leak precum into Peter’s moaning mouth.

“Gimme the real thing,” Peter said softly, and massaged Lucian’s prostate as his mouth worked on his cock. He groaned into Lucian’s pulsing flesh. He really wanted it. He wanted to taste his come. It made his throat flutter with a chuckle. He really was game for anything after a few drinks.

Lucian’s breaths were quick, and his hands were on Peter’s face, caressing.

“Almost …” he whimpered. “There. Yes-”

His asshole fluttered, then squeezed around his thrusting fingers as his cock exploded in Peter’s mouth. Peter removed his fingers and sucked him fully in his mouth, bobbing his head on his throbbing shaft and letting his copious come dribble past his lips and into his nest of soft, black hair.

As the crown of Lucian’s cock pulsed against his tongue, he heard Stella’s sharp cries of pleasure from somewhere nearby.

“Don’t stop!” she said, but he didn’t look to see what she might be doing to elicit such cries. Lucian’s semen was musky, but less salty that his own. It was liquid and plentiful - so plentiful that his pubic hair, and most of his lower belly was slick and sticky before he stopped his gentle lick and suck.

“Peter,” he said softly, and pulled him up for a slow, sticky kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed until they couldn’t taste each other on their lips, and then for a while longer, until they heard the bathroom door open.

Stella.

Peter opened his eyes, and Lucian smiled broadly at him. His fangs were partially out, but his eyes were playful, and gentle.

“You’re way more delicious in person,” he said, stretching lazily, and sitting up. “Thank you for that.” He held out his hand for Stella when she came back from the bathroom. Even after cleaning up, she still smelled of sex.

“Did you come, pet?” he said, kissing her. She licked at his lips, chasing after him and Peter’s shared taste.

“Hard as you,” she said, and winked. Peter looked from her to Lucian and back, finally suspicious.

Mirror. Mirror.

Peter sat up slowly. “You. You,” he said, pointing at her, then at him. His eyes narrowed. He pinched Lucian, hard. He yipped and slapped him away. And she yowled. High magic. She felt what he felt, and saw what he saw.

And vice versa.

“You asshole!” Peter said, but he wasn’t displeased. He’d done far worse in his years.

“You’ll forgive me for cheating. I didn’t know whether I’d ever convince you, so…” Lucian shrugged.

“Well, you did. I hope you had fun earlier,” Peter said, referring to him and Stella’s tryst the day before.

“It’s quite intense, being fucked as a woman,” Lucian said pensively.

“Same, being fucked as a man,” Stella said. “Like the difference between a violin and a cello.”

“You a musician?” Peter asked, genuinely curious. He yawned.

“Was. Mostly hang around his lot nowadays,” she said, poking Lucian’s side. “It’s an adventure.” Lucian kissed her and put his hand over her mouth.

“It’s a treat through her, but I prefer the real deal far better,” Lucian said, looking at Peter.

“Glad you liked it,” Peter said, laying back with a satisfied sigh. “Gimme 20 minutes, and you can get it again.”

Stella giggled and rolled out of bed. “I think I’ll go find something to eat watch TV in the living room.” She walked out, then peeked back in. “Have fun, you two.” She winked and disappeared.

Post Note: If you’re curious about the references to Peter ingesting vampire blood, please see my other Peter Vincent story, Turning Back Time, for the full headcanon. This tryst happened sometime before the events in the first story.

#peter vincent #lucian #fright night 2011 #underworld #peter x lucian #David Tennant #michael sheen #fan fiction #crack fic #i hope this scratches the itch #the delicious goth aesthetic itch #this was completely for me #but I hope you enjoy it as well

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wherethewindtakesher · 5 years ago

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the biggest thank you to @caws5749 for sending me all 134 questions 🥰

1: Name Lorena

2: Age 20

3: 3 Fears drowning, the ocean, and fishes.

4: 3 things I love my dog, my friends, and mangoes.

5: 4 turns on humor, charisma, telling me how much you want m-, and moaning.

6: 4 turns off being full of themselves, disrespectfulness, afraid to be themselves, and not showing a care about the well being of others.

7: My best friend k, f, and @brownmantwo.

8: Sexual orientation bisexual.

9: My best first date i’ve never been on a date!

10: How tall am I 5′2

11: What do I miss being fucking skinny-

12: What time were I born 10:45 pm!

13: Favorite color red.

14: Do I have a crush uh...

15: Favorite quote “I got STDS they make my coochie itch” SKSKSKDKSDKAD.

16: Favorite place my house.

17: Favorite food rice.

18: Do I use sarcasm 99.9% of my vocabulary is sarcasm.

19: What am I listening to right now “everything I wanted” by billie eilish because ya girl is depressed.

20: First thing I notice in new person how they hold themselves.

21: Shoe size 8 or 8.5 sometimes a 9.

22: Eye color dark brown.

23: Hair color black.

24: Favorite style of clothing baggy clothes or dark bold colors.

25: Ever done a prank call? yea. I use to call those numbers where it takes you to a different number to prank.

27: Meaning behind my URL its not necessarily an interesting story I just came up with it in my head one day.

28: Favorite movie too many to count.

29: Favorite song literally too many.

30: Favorite band three days grace.

31: How I feel right now fucking sad.

32: Someone I love my friends.

33: My current relationship status single.

34: My relationship with my parents its good! but there is a lot I tend to not discuss with them.

35: Favorite holiday halloween!

36: Tattoos and piercing I have I have two tattoos, both on my left arm. my finger tattoo is of a rose and my bicep is a ghost wearing a witch hat! piercing: septum, conch (but it closed) and my two lobes.

37: Tattoos and piercing I want a bunch more of tattoos and I want to get a few more ear piercings.

38: The reason I joined Tumblr to be cool like my older niece.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? no we do not. lots of love and respect left in between us.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? not really.

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? NO BECAUSE @domromanoff and I ARE BASICALLY SISTERS AND THATS INCEST.

42: When did I last hold hands? years ago.

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 10 minutes to get up from bed and 5 to actually get ready.

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? yes I have because I like smooth legs.

45: Where am I right now? my kitchen.

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? no ones because they'll just leave me behind and laugh at my misery. jkjk but my dear friends.

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? L O U D.

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? I do because rent in LA is fucking e x p e n s I v e.

49: Am I excited for anything? to go to bed.

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? I have 2 of them.

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? too often tbh.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? a few weeks ago I believe?

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? they should because thats their baby momma.

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? yup.

55: What is something I disliked about today? waking up.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? lady gaga and scarlett johansson.

57: What do I think about most? what tattoo to get, if I should get another dog, how to annoy @caws5749 that day, etc etc.

58: What’s my strangest talent? I can move the bones in my wrist.

59: Do I have any strange phobias? im scared of fish!

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind because I am a nervous mess and I like taking control of such.

61: What was the last lie I told? “im okay”

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? both honestly! I love video chatting with @domromanoff and my friends!

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes.

64: Do I believe in magic? hell yea I grew up around all that shit.

65: Do I believe in luck? not really.

66: What’s the weather like right now? its chilly.

67: What was the last book I’ve read? jesus christ I forgot the name but its currently under my bed rn.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? YES.

69: Do I have any nicknames? clown, wueej by @caws5749, pi- prin-, bottom by @domromanoff, lore, lorecha, whore, hoe.

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I pulled my thigh muscle recently and OMG I WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN.

71: Do I spend money or save it? I SPEND IT HONEY YASSSS.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? sadly no.

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? my water bottle c:

74: Favorite animal? I fucking love cows.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? crying lmao.

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? nikolas is it not??

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? “Judas” by lady gaga.

78: How can you win my heart? just be yourself and believe wholeheartedly of what you want and desire.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? “madi did it”

80: What is my favorite word? fuck.

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr @caws5749 @domromanoff @dailyavengers @ravenforce andddddd @supercorpbechloe there’s so many more I’m editing this rn AKSJSHSHSHS I love each and everyone’s accounts here!

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? GLOBAL WARMING IS A REAL THING YALL.

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? i think so 👀 but im not close to them.

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? maybe like telekinesis or some mind power.

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? what goes on in your mind?

86: What is my current desktop picture? a winter forest.

87: Had sex? if oral sex counts then sure.

88: Bought condoms? I haven't bought them I just magically obtained them.

89: Gotten pregnant? oh god no.

90: Failed a class? yUUUUP.

91: Kissed a boy? yes.

92: Kissed a girl? yes.

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? back in middle school lmaoooo.

94: Had job? yes im on my second one rn.

95: Left the house without my wallet? all the damn time.

96: Bullied someone on the internet? no because im not a fucking asshole.

97: Had sex in public? not yet.

98: Played on a sports team? yea I was in track n field and cross country!

99: Smoked weed? I haven't but I once wanted to try it but I was to much of a pussy to skip class.

100: Did drugs? nope.

101: Smoked cigarettes? ew no.

102: Drank alcohol? y’all Ive gotten so fucked up on here so of cOURSE. my friends think I have a drinking problem ksjlksdjlkjds.

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? I am not.

104: Been overweight? yea.

105: Been underweight? No.

106: Been to a wedding? I have when I was younger.

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? sadly yes because of video games.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? yea when I binge watched the walking dead.

109: Been outside my home country? yes!

110: Gotten my heart broken? yeah.

111: Been to a professional sports game? Yes because everyone in LA has possibly been to a dodgers game.

112: Broken a bone? nope!

113: Cut myself? oh man..I have and I deeply regret doing so but its a part of me now and i’ve accepted it.

114: Been to prom? YES! best night of my life.

115: Been in airplane? once and that was it because fuck planes lsjdkjlksdjs.

116: Fly by helicopter? nope!

117: What concerts have I been to? daddy yankee and some other guy I don't remember heheheh.

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? duh im gay.

119: Learned another language? I tried (and failed) to learn japanese.

120: Wore make up? a couple of times. i’m not the hugest fan of makeup.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? nope!

122: Had oral sex? once.

123: Dyed my hair? too many times.

124: Voted in a presidential election? no but I will this upcoming one for sure.

125: Rode in an ambulance? no but I want to!

126: Had a surgery? no but I did have to get stitches on my lower lip.

127: Met someone famous? I meant jenni rivera’s brother at a movie theater once!

128: Stalked someone on a social network? yes? but not to a weird extent.

129: Peed outside? only because no one was around to open the door to my apartment complex and I couldn't hold it in-

130: Been fishing? I am T E R R I F I E D of fish so no.

131: Helped with charity? yup! I bought a shirt from one of @markiplier‘s livestreams that donated all the money to a charity.

132: Been rejected by a crush? yea.

133: Broken a mirror? I think maybe once??

134: What do I want for birthday? I want a tattoo.

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julia-iguess · 8 years ago

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This could be fun or extremely sad1: Name: julia fogel2: Age: 193: 3 Fears: rejection, death, crabs 🦀 4: 3 things I love: music, my ukulele, my friends and family5: 4 turns on: um, idk i never pay attention 6: 4 turns off: still idk7: My best friend: i got a few8: Sexual orientation: idk prob pan at this point9: My best first date: lmao i literally don't remember 10: How tall am I: like 5'4" i wanna say11: What do I miss: happiness12: What time were I born: 10:02 pm13: Favorite color: black/ pastel yellow14: Do I have a crush:15: Favorite quote:"i just had a change of heart" -the 1975 (i know it's a song lyric but like still a quote)16: Favorite place: i got a few of those too. one the highway, anywhere my friends are, the beach17: Favorite food: sushi18: Do I use sarcasm: HA is that a joke?19: What am I listening to right now: the reeling- passion pit20: First thing I notice in new person: their personality21: Shoe size: 7 1/2 to 822: Eye color: brown23: Hair color: also brown24: Favorite style of clothing: anything i'm comfortable in tbh25: Ever done a prank call?: not that i can remember 27: Meaning behind my URL: idk one day i just came up with it28: Favorite movie: guardians of the galaxy29: Favorite song: so many idk30: Favorite band: the 197531: How I feel right now: neutral32: Someone I love: my mom33: My current relationship status: single34: My relationship with my parents: mom is rlly good, i don't speak to my sperm donor, and my step dad is rad35: Favorite holiday: halloween 36: Tattoos and piercing i have: piercings: ears, nose, belly button tattoos: one on my arm of planets37: Tattoos and piercing i want: tattoos: literally all of them piercings: after what i have prob more on my ear, and maybe nipples idk38: The reason I joined Tumblr: i was told to39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: nope40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: all the time41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: nope42: When did I last hold hands?: two weeks ago43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: like 10 minutes44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days?: no45: Where am I right now?: in my kitchen46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: my mom bc i'm a baby47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: always loud af48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: my mom and step* dad49: Am I excited for anything?: a baseball game in august50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: yessss51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: all day erryday52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: last night 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: it depends lmao54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: yesssss55: What is something I disliked about today?: i didn't get to eat until after work56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? mozart57: What do I think about most?: something music related58: What’s my strangest talent?: i give rlly good massages, like to the point that the person is so relaxed they fall asleep59: Do I have any strange phobias?: crabs lmao60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: depends61: What was the last lie I told?: yeah i'm good don't worry about me62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: video chatting 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: yes and yes 64: Do I believe in magic?: kinda65: Do I believe in luck?: hell yes66: What's the weather like right now?: hot af67: What was the last book I've read?: one flew over the cuckoos nest68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: yes69: Do I have any nicknames?: ju, juju, sissy, jay, bookworm 70: What was the worst injury I've ever had?: i broke my toe. other than that spraining my ankle 71: Do I spend money or save it?: spend72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: nope73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?: there's pink on my shorts74: Favorite animal?: turtle/ meerkat75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: sleepin76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: fogel😈77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: anything by sia 78: How can you win my heart?: buy me things79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: i wasn't ready80: What is my favorite word?: fuck81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: idek 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: fuck her right in the pussy, idk😂😂😂83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: not rn but a few of them have been 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: invisibility 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: ah there's a lot of those86: What is my current desktop picture?: a pic of the ocean87: Had sex?: yup88: Bought condoms?: no89: Gotten pregnant?: thank god no90: Failed a class?: so many91: Kissed a boy?: yes92: Kissed a girl?: yes93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: not yet94: Had job?: yup95: Left the house without my wallet?: yes96: Bullied someone on the internet?: not that i can remember 97: Had sex in public?: no98: Played on a sports team?: nope99: Smoked weed?: once100: Did drugs?: if you consider weed a drug then yes once101: Smoked cigarettes?: no102: Drank alcohol?: yes103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: nope104: Been overweight?: i am rn105: Been underweight?: no106: Been to a wedding?: yes107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: yup108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: yup109: Been outside my home country?: yes110: Gotten my heart broken?: yes111: Been to a professional sports game?: not yet but i will in august112: Broken a bone?: yeah113: Cut myself?: yes114: Been to prom?: yeah115: Been in airplane?: yes many116: Fly by helicopter?: no117: What concerts have I been to?: austin mahone, one direction, jason derulo118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: yeah119: Learned another language?: kinda120: Wore make up?: erryday121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: yeah122: Had oral sex?: yeah123: Dyed my hair?: yes124: Voted in a presidential election?: yes125: Rode in an ambulance?: no126: Had a surgery?: yes127: Met someone famous?: not that i remember 128: Stalked someone on a social network?: yup 129: Peed outside?: yeah130: Been fishing?: yeah131: Helped with charity?: i think 132: Been rejected by a crush?: yeah133: Broken a mirror?: yeah134: What do I want for birthday?: a big booty hoe

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entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys · 7 years ago

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Life

( Do NOT Reblog this post )

There Nothing you or i can do - and Also - as thay get rid of the bible thay import a new one thay got a Power grip So Fucking Strong on this earth either we or the alien's that are of this place are going to Need ion cannon's and anti matter in order to Remove there presence from this Earth it going to take that kinda of weaponry

and flood the under ground Passage with Acid - Radioactive Acid - ... you See there power grip here is insane i Can't Even Understand Why i am here my life is Meaning-less All these human's are happy and i am Like a Slave - i can't leave, i can't go in to the spirit world with out getting Replanted on the earth So some psycho fucker in the shadow's Gov, Go's on the attack and red alert aka A threat o there power or there Control - and you get the Gist -

It's, madness and for all the Asshole's out there that don't Believe me that star seed's where harvested and then forced here like Slave's, you'll see some day that the gray's are the real devil

Not Some Red Drake, with a Holy Bond to the element fire - So, What !? we live are live's in the flesh till we get re-Harvested, the Asshole's in the back Ground can't make up there mind's as the alien can't understand why the star seed's keep dying -

And . . . The world get's ever Shitter, and life in the Greater Whole rot's away - as there a Bitching pissed of fairy's aka mantis bitching away that there agenda is dying so what, thay abuse more and more spirit's that don't want to be born and where Happy dead the very thing the nwo want's to do to you make you dead !??

Odd !? the nwo want's you dead the and the gray's want To Alive the fae are arguing over life and death and the Nwo Asshole's just want to Kill everybody - and we ... the peasant - we are just a bag in a tornado of the gray's and the Pyramid People

A Little plastic bag flowing around in the chaos of these 2 super titan's - No, seriously we are -

Most star Seed's are Not insane there not Going to fucking, Bla bla about being an Alien there not retarded thay can see the supreme Danger and there not pussy's there a reason why thay hide - in plane sight -

So ... what -? .... We live pointless alienating live's on a world we don't want to be with/in and soul’s we don't want to be with either and ever in a time zone we all hate to what just die ... and be forced back around - ??? To this fucking Alien dark age, you know star Seed's are NOT human, it's a hybrid to look like a human

There not not not and i mean all out NOT human's -

it's ok not every thin has to belong to one race - the universe wasn't created for just human's aka primate's and none of them wanted to be here, thay where scooped up, kid napped, and harvested from the spirit realm soul's that didn't want anything to do with life -

The one that say thay choose to be here are cultist, and or Shill's in Shor there Full of Shit - or there Confused ... thay bin lied to keep in mind it's not just one race is a mass of mixed Race's - all forced here to Be part of A Nwo thay didn't even want to be born - i think the reason there where so many of them and how highly mixed is more proof the gray's where Planning a Nwo fairyland - the mantis always create fairy land - it's the expression Of there soul's -

and thay always love to worship nature - ... not the point the gray's fucked up and thay Ended up sending the star seed's to hell ... that rained the star seed's into circle 9 and the deep state .... got there toxic Hand’s All over them

there More Toxic then a muk muk's and there all over them and this fucking thing - the image below is just a metaphor

i honestly can't Understand why in the fuck i am here - ??? the gray's ... are the reason behind all of this - and thay didn't tell any one the reason i swear that thay only said you had a mission and then i Solemnly swear never filled in the Blank - there was a brief pause then then ... Warp thay just acted like thay where stunned - ???

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I PUT A SIIIIGN ON MY RAAAGE AND ENGAAAGE IN ANGER MANAGEMENT

(Takes place right after this one)

“STOP!”

He had never heard himself like that. Jack was a very loud guy, but only when he was happy, only when he was excited, maybe when he was getting salty over a video game. He never had to be this loud, out of anger. He never thought he could be, but he was, and he could feel it in his throat that at this point he could easily yell until it was raw, and it definitely wouldn’t take much.

He watched Traci crumple in place, after fear and worry crossed her face in response to his outburst. She just… stopped, covering her head and murmuring frantic apologies.

Ellie swung, weakling hitting Traci’s back, but by time Jack had grabbed her again, and gently pulled her away, she had spent all of her energy and most of her anger, but something mindless kept her going. He turned her towards him, and she still struggled, and angry tears dotted her face.

“I don’t want to need him!” Ellie shrieked at… him? At nothing. She just continued to swing her arms. She weakly smacked at him, more and more tears spilling down his face. “I don’t have a choice! I can’t stop I CANT STOP STOP IT STOP IT!” She pulled at her hair before she fully broke down crying. He let her turned away, but still held her hands, forcefully keeping her in place, and keeping her from doing damage to him, to Traci, or to himself. She twisted her body weakly, her mouth falling open, her head falling back, and cried out again.

It was truly a sight to behold, maybe not in the best kind of meaning, to walk in on this train wreck.

Elsa walked to the door first, opening it gently and walking in and holding it open for Ian to come in right after her. The sight before them was a mess, to put it lightly. Several desks had been misplaced and moved out of the way in the short battle that had ensued, and there was tiny smears of blood on some of the bright wood panels of the floor and at least one chair.

Curled up on the floor was Traci, her face hidden away, her headband tangled in her now-messy hair. She wore no jacket, and her yellow school vest was revealed to be unintentionally worn inside out. One of her shoes were missing, and when she raised her head for a peek at the newcomers, she had at least two welts on her face from being scratched and a busted lip. She sniffed, uncertainly, and only after a second, had hidden her face once again.

Ellie was pulling gently on her arms, her noises and cries reduced to whimpers and moans of pain and discomfort. She was digging her hand into her palm so hard, blood was almost certain to follow. Her long dark hair was a mess as well, and a few buttons of her white dress shirt was missing, and half her collar was out of place. She had bruises on her exposed, pale skin, mostly her arms and one right underneath her left eye. She had stopped fighting Jack, but sunk to her knees, giving up to the struggle of freeing her arms from Jack’s grip. He looked up in great relief as Ian only crossed his arms in disapproval, and Elsa could only shake her head. Besides the shaky breaths of the two that had fought, the room was silent.

Jack watched Ellie closely as he finally let go of her wrists. She let her arms lower slowly (they probably hurt), and finally wiped the blood trailing from over her eyebrow and started leaking down the side of her face. She looked down at her bloody hand and… and it took whatever strength she had left. She lowered her hands enough to cross her arms hold them in sort of a self-hug, and just blankly looked at the ground. She was tired. She was exhausted.

“Okay, so…” Elsa said gently, as if she thought speaking too loud would set everyone off. “I guess… Traci still hates me, so I’ll help Ellie, Ian, you can help Traci and… Jack, if this is over you, we probably can’t have you helping one and not the other, so you can help put the class back together.

“No.”

Elsa was looking down at the two poor friends of hers on the ground, but the word brought her attention to the speaker, her face twisting in confusion. “… No?”

“No, I’m not going to do it.”

“What the fuck.” Jack had his hand on the first desk, ready to move it back. “What do you mean no.”

“It means no.” Ian said. “As in no. As in, not me. As in. fucking. No.”

There was a weird silence in the room. The tension had returned.

“They’re my friends- they’re your friends.”

“Yea, they certainly used to be.” Ian shot back without missing even a single step. The irritation on his face grew. He hadn’t uncrossed his arms since he was forced to tell the entire hidden block club that whatever the hell Traci did at lunch was just a one time thing. That it was just stress. That she was fine.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t even close to fine.

“They’re still your fucking friends.” Jack crossed the room in just a few strides, stepping right up to Ian, who was, though slouching, still taller than him. “You know they can’t control this, and I can’t believe you’d just abandon them when they need you.”

“Need me to do what. Cover for them? Cover for you?” Ian now stood up purposefully to stand even taller over Jack- he had the green boy beat by almost half a foot. “Lie to all of my friends, and their friends and tell them everything is alright? Tell me, Sean, what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to help?” His tone was completely unforgiving.

“I don’t know, by at least pretending to give a shit.” Jack clenched his fists. The hot feeling in his chest returned with a vengeance.

“You guys-“ Elsa said, stepping back to give them room, but not willing to except calling it quits here and now.

“No.” Ian said again. “I’m fucking tired of this. This radioactive piece of shit just waltzed in here, dragging whatever the fuck anti is with him, and now hes here, bothering all of us, and destroying their lives” He gestured angrily at the two girls on the floor. “And now I have to drag you into the void, where I also have to babysit you because you don’t listen to a damn thing I say to keep you fucking safe. And I have to lie to everyone around me. I don’t know what I’m doing- you guys don’t know what you’re doing, but we’re just going to come in here and fucking pretend they didn’t just try to murder each other?!” He had been addressing Elsa, who took the stabbing words with a jolt of surprise, before looking away stubbornly.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen!” Jack’s voice was now raising, completely unyielding to Ian’s scathing blame. “But I know what it is now is that if we leave them alone now, it’s gonna be a lot worse than a fight, than a bruise and a couple of scratches. You know it, and I know it, but if you’re going to be a pussy about it, then fucking leave.”

Ian thrusted a finger into jack’s chest. “What. The fuck. Can any of us. Do. To fix. Your. Problem?”

Jack knocked his hand away, shoving Ian once. “Don’t fucking touch me- don’t act like you’re some helpless prick. If you’re going to leave now, just do it. Just get the hell out here, and don’t pretend you even gave a shit about Ellie or Traci for even a second.”

Ian shoved him back, and they both got close- powerful glares sending sparks between them. One kept waiting for the other. It would just take one punch. One punch, and it was all going down, here and now.

“Listen, you’re both assholes.” Elsa said. She pushed between them somehow just to continue walking towards the teacher’s desk, where she pulled out the first aid kit. “And this sucks. And they’re in danger. And we’re in danger, but unlike them, we can still do something about it, so lets do something about it. It matters, whatever we do.” Her face was sour. “It matters.” She held up the kit. “So pick, Ian. If you leave, we wont bother you. But if you’re staying, get over here and help this annoying asshole look after her friends. Jack doesn’t have a choice whether be involved or not, but you do, so just fucking pick. Either way, its not worth another fight.”

Ian didn’t move right away, and he didn’t move from his spot, and his eyes kept drifting towards the door. He walked past Jack, roughly shoving past him to head for Elsa. “I’m not doing this for either one of you.” He said bitterly. “I just want my friends back.”

“That’s all I can ask.” Elsa said, handing him the box. “But also- same.” She had some supplies in her hands, but turned to Ellie, who had gotten to her feet, to Elsa’s surprise.

“El?” She asked, but Ellie was quick on her heels, running out past both Ian and Jack quickly, her head bowed, walking in a quick, but calm paced. She sniffed, her shoes clicking at the ground, and immediately left the room.

“I should go after her.” Jack said awkwardly. He talking to Elsa, who only gave him a worried look, but then his glance passed to Ian who was now sitting on the floor, sitting Traci to sit up and started to get a good look at her bloody lip. Traci’s eyes flickered up to meet with his.

“but…” her lips parted for that one word, and she struggled for the next. “Was he here…? That was him, right? Who said ‘stop’. Did he hear me? Can I talk to him again?”

Now Ian’s eyes were also on him- all three pairs of eyes were on him. “No- that wasn’t him--- I… I was just got angry.” She couldn’t tell the difference? He watched her face fall again.

“I still have to apologize, and… and you promised you would let me see him.”

“I’m sorry, you promised her?” Ian’s words, his look switching from neutral hatred to incredulous.

“You saw what happened in the cafeteria!” He said quickly. “I had to tell her something just to get her to her feet!”

All Ian did was toss his hands in the air, then finished cleaning Traci’s bloody chin.

“Hey, maybe we can… I don’t know.” Elsa looked back and forth between the two boys, a curious hint in her hazel eyes. “Let her speak to Anti.”

“Huh?” Jack asked, his eyebrows furrowed. “I mean, at this point, I honestly would, if I knew how to-“

“Ahem. Ahem.”Elsa raised both of her eyebrows. Ian caught on right before Jack did.

“That sounds like a fuckin’ bad idea if I’d ever heard one.” Jack said quickly, and he watched Ian’s eyes do the most impressive roll of the century. They agreed on something.

“Please.” She winced as she earned another bandaid on the back of her hand, but looked up at Jack as if he was about to gift her with the sun after 40 days of clouds.

Jack grimaced, giving Elsa one more unsure side-glance, before giving a hesitant nod of his head. “Okay.”

“Oh!” Traci scooted up, pushing at Ian for him to scoot over, even as he tried to check her for any more cuts. She tried to adjust herself, push down her skirt and hair, fix her inside-out vest, and waited patiently. Her breathing was still a little uneven, and even she knew she looked like shit, but she tried to make it work anyway. She sat back on her knees, and waited.

Jack felt hot under the collar, nervous as hell, and anxious enough to cover the student body for at least a week. He took an uncertain breath before sighing out, and closing his eyes. After another sigh, he opened them again. No one had moved.

“H… Hello, Traci.” He tried. He watched her face carefully, and the way she tilted her head in question didn’t give him much more confidence. “I’m here. It’s me. Uhm… Anti.”

Ian’s sigh of disgust almost did him in. He looked to Elsa for help, worry starting to paint his features. This wouldn’t work. It certainly wouldn’t. Elsa gestured to him again, and before long, Ian was standing next to her, his arms crossed, as always.

How the hell was he supposed to know what Anti was like? He had never met the guy. He knew he was an asshole- from what he heard, probably kind of full of himself… according to Traci, he tended to get angry? Uhhh… Probably acted like he was in charge?

“Try again.” Elsa said softly. “We can get her to cooperate.”

That seemed to be a good motivation. If he pretended to… be Anti, or whoever, that could be good, somehow. As much as he didn’t want to bully anyone around, he could actually get her to start taking care of herself again, and maybe eventually gain a little bit of her happiness and independence back. He could this for her well being.

He took another deep breath. Be mean. You have to be mean. Get angry again.

“Traci.”

She sat up straight, startled out of her stupor. Her eyes searched his face, and a tear spilled down her cheek as her hands curled up in her lap. “Yes?”

“Is there something you wanted to say?”

“Do you think she really believes that it’s him?” Ian asked, leaning towards Elsa. His arms were still crossed so tightly it seemed he shouldn’t have had any circulation. He was still pissed, but he was still helping, at the very least. To be honest, if he would have killed his involvement here and now, she literally didn’t know what she’d do without him, besides go back to the rough nightmares.

“Huh?” She watched Traci sit at absolute attention, taking in every ounce of… ‘Anti’ before her. Her hands curled in tighter, and she leaned forward. A shaky, hopeful smile pulled at her lips, and tears welled up in her eyes. The desperation. The utmost attention. Elsa absently rubbed at her wrist wrap absently, trying out her soreness and mobility before disappointment filled her features. She had definitely seen this ‘side’ of Traci before- this false happiness she only got around him…

Anti.

Elsa knew it was Jack there, probably feeling horrific as Traci all but groveled at his feet for forgiveness, but there was no mistaking it.

“Yea.” Elsa said slow and thoughtful, but she could feel the familiar bile rising in the back at her throat, seeing her friend like this, once again. “She believes that’s him.”

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