#not to be a sub but i really wish something or someone else would forcibly narrow down my options for me

[lbhslefttiddie]

me: we should get into hydrology or ecology or something geography related. we are good at geography and love stupid bullshit like that. its a viable career path with lots of options and historically speaking people do tend to be happier when they can afford to eat

also: okay but have you considered. going all-in on creative writing with a focus on programming and music design so that you could spend all your time creating video games in a basement somewhere

me: no i think i would like to have a stable income i think

also me: forsake everything to get into that interactive fiction course right fucking now

[luffles424]

Lucidity (9)

☼ Pairing: BTS x reader (this chap is Namjoon x reader)

☼ Genre: vampire!BTS, succubus!reader, smut, fluff, angst

☼ Count: 6.3K

☼ Warnings: 18+, teasing, biting, minorish blood play (it’s a vampire fic so like, there’s some feeding), some dom/sub themes, unprotected, light choking, creampie, referenced kidnapping, captivity, implied attacks, minor character death (nothing in detail)

☼ Summary: You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right?

☼ a/n: Surprise~~ The truth is finally here! Hope you enjoy and that it was worth the wait! While the truth is out, there’s still a long way for everyone to go! And be sure to heed the warnings! This chapter is pretty heavy. My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

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You groan, stretching out on the silky bedding. The room is warm, summer light casting rays across the room where someone left the window cracked to keep you cool. You pause and listen for a moment, but there’s no sound of movement around the house signifying anyone else is home. Namjoon and Jaeho must have gone to the village for a while. 

You kick your leg out from beneath the sheet that covers you, hoping to cool yourself just slightly from the heat that settles over you. You sort of wish one of them was home right now, just for some company. You all had been working so much lately that you hadn’t seen much of them other than occasional meals. You can’t even remember the last time the three of you fell into bed together at night and woke up together. You’ve all been so busy lately. 

Sighing, you stretch out again and breath in deep to catch their scents. At least you have a small piece of them. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to repay Jaeho for all that he’s done for you. You’ll spend the rest of your life repaying him for the chance he took on you. You had been forcibly turned and abandoned with no knowledge of what you suddenly were. Your memories of the specific encounter have always been hazy. You just remember coming to and having the sudden, insatiable craving for sex. 

Jaeho took you in months after you were turned, when you were aimlessly roaming and feeding. There had been no rhyme or reason to what you did, you simply functioned off instinct, moving around through a confused, lustful haze. You don’t even know if you had killed anyone. At the time, you simply didn’t care. The changes had muddled your mind so much that you lost yourself for a while. Jaeho had found you in an alley about to drain someone completely. 

He taught you control, and in all honestly probably kept you from getting yourself killed too. You weren’t exactly subtle in your feeding, you at least knew that much. Sometimes, when you traveled with him later, you’d hear rumors from years ago. Of a woman or attacks or strange instances that sound eerily like you and your actions. It really would’ve only been a matter of time before someone caught wind, connected them, and hunted you down. He had done the same for Namjoon, you found out later. He’d been turned, either on accident or maliciously, and abandoned. Namjoon had held out for weeks, hunger slowly growing as he struggled against his new instincts to hurt those around him. Jaeho found him on the edge of going feral and helped him.

When they’d found you, they brought you back to the modest place the two had been staying at and you all had talked. He explained what they were, how he’d been around for a few centuries, the few years Namjoon had now been with him. He extended the same offer to you, to stay and learn control with others who knew the struggle of a never ending thirst. He knew some about your kind, enough to teach you about yourself and how to handle your new powers. It had been the first time you’d heard what you were, succubus. 

You would’ve assumed that once your powers were well and truly under control that the three of you would go your separate ways. Or at least that Jaeho would send you on your way, confident that you wouldn’t leave a trail of bodies behind you anymore. That maybe Jaeho only saw you as someone to help out before letting you go to feel better about himself. But a couple decades later and you’re still all together, closer than ever. The relationship developed slowly over the years. All three of you danced a little awkwardly around each other. Products of a time where monogamy was most well known and the concept of three people together and happy seemed so foreign to you all. 

One balmy night in Paris, when you’d come back from work, you found the two of them sprawled in just their underwear. All the windows were thrown open and a gentle breeze ruffled the curtains, casting shifting patterns of moonlight across their skin. And it struck you like a bolt of lightning in that moment, heart warmed by the sight that welcomed home. The sight that you were always so excited to come home to. A sight that you realized that you wanted to come home to forever.

“I love you.”

You had blurted it out. You don’t know if you had startled yourself more with the sudden admission or them. They both stared at you with wide eyes before exchanging a quick glance. Jaeho had tentatively, and nervously, something you had never seen from him before, asked who you were talking to. You would have thought it would’ve been hard to answer. Which one did you mean. But it was the easiest thing in the world to say as you looked from Jaeho to Namjoon and said ‘both.’

Their faces had remained nerve-wrackingly blank for long moments. Before Jaeho broke out into a wide relieved smile. 

“Oh thank god. I thought I would have to be the one to bring it up first.”

Namjoon’s shock and confusion lasted a little longer. First directed at you then towards Jaeho’s admission. Even without Namjoon’s answer, you felt giddy and excited. Both of you turned expectantly towards Namjoon, who seemed to flounder under the sudden attention. 

Jaeho was quick to intercede. “It’s okay if you need time or don’t feel the same, Joonie.”

Namjoon blinked a few times before quickly shaking his head. “No, I- I’m just surprised. I promise. This is… amazing.”

His soft confession was enough to finally propel you forward, tugging him up and into a feverish kiss. One that Jaeho interrupted to steal a searing kiss of his own before planting the same on Namjoon. After, the three of you had fallen into bed together and haven’t separated since, with exception of occasional trips. But those never last long for any of you. You always end up missing the others too much to stay away for long. And for all the fun there is in the world, there’s nothing better than being in their arms. 

Maybe you should suggest a small vacation soon, you’re fairly certain there’s some anniversary coming up. And your small little plot of farmland will survive a few days without the three of you around. Long enough for a quick trip somewhere. You wish you could go back to Paris. But that would take too long to travel. It’d have to be somewhere a little closer. 

The rustling of grass filters in through the window, signaling someone’s approach. You think about getting up to greet them, but decide that you’d rather try to get them to join you in bed. You’ve missed them too much to let the opportunity to get to be close with them for a little while go. The door is opened and closed and you can hear them shuffling around beyond the partition. The movements are too soft to pick out who it is, but after a moment, Namjoon’s warm scent spreads through the house.

“Joonie…” you croon. 

There’s a pause and then a chuckle and the footsteps come closer. “Is there a particular reason you are still in bed and naked, love?”

You reach a hand out towards him. “In the hope that one of my beautiful men will decide to join me again. I miss you both.”

A smile tugs at his lips, cheeks dimpling. He tugs his hair free of it’s tie, silky strands falling to his shoulders as he gives them a quick ruffle. You know you’ve already won with that action, even if he’ll pretend to think about it. He’s not going to leave until you’re happy and satisfied. “Is that so?” 

The ties of his belt are undone and he lets his top fall open. Your eyes trace over the newly revealed skin, tongue darting out to lick your lips. His skin is more tan than you last remember, leaving him practically glowing golden in the sunlight.

“Have you been working outside without a shirt lately?” you murmur. 

He hums, shrugging the shirt from his shoulders and letting it pool on the ground at his feet. “There is a lot of work to do around here.”

“Are you saying I don’t do any work around here?”

He chuckles. “I think you do the most work, love.”

He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, tugging them down his legs and leaving him bare before you. You hungrily drink him in. Now that he’s able to stay out in the sunlight longer, his skin is finally starting to return to the golden of when you met, losing some of the paleness that came from his new sensitivity to sunlight. The years spent tending the fields around your little home has left him built, so much so that you're positive that even without the vampire strength that he’d be able to lift you easily. The idea makes you squirm.

Beckoning him once more, you slide the thin sheet from your body, shameless in your nudity before him. His gaze flickers across the expanse of your form before taking a step closer and stretching out beside you. Propping his head up on a hand, he uses his free hand to trace idle patterns along the soft skin of your stomach. His cool touch leaves goosebumps in their wake. 

“Well, love, now that you have me back in bed, what are your grand plans?”

Shifting onto your side, you press yourself closer until you’re pressed against him, finger tips ghosting up his arm. “I’m certain we can think of something to occupy ourselves with, Joonie.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm enough that you want to do nothing more than bask in it forever. His hand cups your cheek gently and you lean into the touch a moment before turning your head just enough to press a kiss to his palm. “You’re insatiable,” he murmurs, trying to sound like he’s reprimanding but his tone oozes nothing but fondness. 

Humming, you thread your fingers through his hair. “You don’t seem to particularly mind, though.”

“Brat,” he murmurs, before pressing his lips to yours. 

You smirk into the kiss though it’s short lived as Namjoon’s hand slides off your cheek to grip the back of your neck possessively, guiding you into a deeper kiss. Moaning when he nips your lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth, you feel your pussy clench at the sting and let your hands drift from his chest down to his half hard cock where it presses to your thigh. You wrap your hand around the already hefty girth even when he’s only half hard and you get a grunt in response. Giving him a few slow pumps, you revel in the feeling of him firming up in your grip, the physical proof of the effect you have on him. Decades later and you still love the feel of them hardening with just a few strokes. 

You could do that with anyone, but there’s something special about Namjoon and Jaeho. The bond you all share makes moments like these so much more than just sex or feeding. There’s a delight in the fact that time has left them just as in love with you as you still are with them. Love so deeply rooted that you don’t think it could ever be removed. 

Namjoon’s lips reverently trail along your jaw. “You’re in your head. All that work to get me here and you’re just going to imagine something else?” His tone is lighthearted and teasing as he ends his question with a nip to your neck. 

“There exists nothing I’d rather imagine than to be here with you. And oh,” you grin, looking pointedly to where you’re pressed together, “will you look at that. I’m right here with you.”

“I know someone who would perhaps have an objection to that.”

Leaning in, you steal a quick kiss. “It’s what he gets for leaving the bed.”

Namjoon chases your lips when you go to pull away. “Someone should do some real work around here.” 

He continues pressing forward once your lips reconnect, forcing you onto your back and he shifts to pin you to the bed with his hips, hard cock pressing delightfully against you. Grinding your hips up into his, you let your legs wrap around his waist to keep him close. His cock slides through your wet folds, creating the perfect rub of friction to your clit that makes your toes curl. 

“Joonie…” you whine as his lips trail down to your neck. 

“I don’t know if you’ve earned anything yet, love,” he coos, fangs grazing across your skin, a shock of adrenaline racing through you at the teasing promise of being bitten.

They’ve fed from you countless times, but time does nothing to lessen the excitement that comes from the promise of the pleasure that will course through your veins as they feed from you. The first time either of them had fed from you, Jaeho had you sat on Namjoon’s cock. And you had cum almost the second Jaeho’s fangs pierced the skin of your neck. The euphoria that flooded your body had been almost overwhelming and when you had come back to yourself, Namjoon had been squirming beneath you, whining to Jaeho about how tightly your pussy can clamped around him while Jaeho had fed. Jaeho had merely laughed before lifting you easily and helping you ride Namjoon until he came as well. Not that it took long after the way your pussy had been convulsing around him. Now you’ve grown a little addicted to the feeling of being fed from by them, especially when all three of you are together. 

Thrusting lazily against you, Namjoon pulls you back to the present, giving you only just enough pressure to your clit to leave you aching for more, squirming as much as you can with your hips pinned down by his. His teeth nip at your skin, the sting sending a jolt through your body, dragging a whine from your throat. 

“Please…”

Namjoon makes a thoughtful noise, though he seems far more preoccupied with your neck to truly be thinking about your pleas. You wonder when he last fed. It’s been a while since he’s fed from you, so you know that he must have gone out to feed from a human. But with the way all your schedules have been lately, you don’t know exactly when that was. The way he’s interested in your neck though says that it’s maybe been a while since he’s fed. Or, you think with a small thrill, maybe he has just missed feeding from you.  

You know you could easily overpower him. While in normal circumstances his strength far outweighs yours, this is your domain. And the lust slowly clouding the room means that it would be nothing to flip you both and simply take what you want. Something that he most certainly knows after being with you for so long. 

But there’s something to the surrender, the implicit trust you put in him. In each other. Namjoon lifts his head and his eyes shine with happiness. Ducking down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. Then he presses a second kiss, far more urgent and needy. It consumes you as he grinds against you, thick cock rubbing perfectly against your aching clit.

You whine against his lips, drawing a deep chuckle from him. “Tell me what you want, love,” he murmurs.

You nip at his bottom lip with a small grin. “Just you.”

Fingers digging into your hips, he adjusts you slightly so his cock just presses against your entrance. “Who would’ve thought that the sex demon would be so soft, hm?”

Before you can retort, he pulls you in, cock sinking deliciously into you. You moan as he presses in fully to the hilt, letting you sit there full of him until you start squirming, wanting him to move.

He chuckles again. “So needy, love.”

His hips draw away, until just the tip remains before he thrusts back in. The force jostles you up the bed, pulling a gasp from you and he sets a slow, almost lazy rhythm. You sink into the feeling, reveling in the drag of his cock against your walls. There’s a level of care and calculation to his movements and anticipation builds in you as you wait for his next move, pleasure slowly building in your belly. His fangs drag teasingly against the thin skin of your pulse point and your pulse races at the promise of a bite. 

Teeth digging in gently, nowhere near hard enough to pierce your skin, you whine, trying to push up into the easy pressure against your throat. Namjoon’s hand finds your throat, fingers fitting right under your jaw and forcing your head back and fully exposing your throat to him. The hint of danger sends a thrill through your body and your pussy clenches around his cock. 

His tongue traces the path of your racing pulse until his lips bump his fingers. “So, so needy. And yet, you won’t just ask for what you want.” He tuts, plush lips pressing to your jaw above his fingers. “Tell me what you want or you won’t get it.”

You huff and his hand tightens marginally around your throat, cutting your theatrics off immediately. “Want you to feed. Haven’t had it in so long…”

His smile presses to your neck. “Only you would miss having a vampire drink from you, love.”

A breathy laugh leaves you. “Cause I know how good it feels. It’s so good.”

He hums, tongue laving over your pulse for a moment before his fangs are sinking into your flesh. There’s a split second of pain, twin points of burning that is washed away by euphoria as the venom sinks into your veins. Your limbs tingle and every place that his hands touch feels electric. Drinking deeply, his hips stutter to a stop, leaving you impaled on his cock as he feeds. 

In your distracted state, you don’t notice his fingers moving until they find your clit, circling the bundle with practiced ease. Pleasure burns through you, bright and hot as his fingers move and your hips move in an attempt to get more sensation, to get him to fuck you hard and fast and add even more pleasure for the greedy, hungry pit of lust growing within you. 

He pulls away slightly, dark eyes staring at the bite before he’s diving back down to lick up the blood that oozes from the wounds. His hips twitch and you know that’s he’s just barely holding onto his restraint. You sink your fingers into his soft hair, tugging the long strands and pulling a growl from deep in his chest. 

“Fuck me. Joonie, please…”

Everything freezes for a moment and then Namjoon jerks into motion, thrusts picking up pace rapidly, almost frenzied as his lips find yours for a messy, uncoordinated kiss. He fucks you hard and fast, desperate in a way you both need. You’ve missed them both so much. 

Pleasure builds quickly in your belly and you let it crest with a sigh. Shuddering, your pussy clenches around his cock as you cum, venom heighting all sensation to the point that you feel high. Namjoon’s hips stutter slightly from the sudden clench. A handful of thrusts later, just as you start to tip into oversensitivity, he cums with a groan, leaving you sated and full.

His forehead rests against your shoulder for a moment before he pulls out and flops down beside you, pulling you close to cuddle. 

“Love you…” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin.

Letting your fingers comb through his hair, you hum with happiness. There’s nowhere you’d rather be. “Love you too.”

Namjoon can hear the pacing before he even enters the house. Opening the door reveals the same thing he’s come home to for the past three days, Jaeho pacing around the small common space, completely lost in thought. He wonders if Jaeho even attended to his chores today, or if he’s been here since this morning when Namjoon left. He had at least managed to get Jaeho to sleep a little, if a little fitfully. Being wrapped up in Namjoon’s arms had seemed to help at least a little bit. 

“Jae,” he calls softly.

There’s no response initially, Jaeho looking up a handful of seconds after Namjoon has said his name, like there’s a delay in processing what’s happening around him. Worry creases his face and Namjoon steps forward to wrap his arms around the other. 

“She’ll be back. You know she always comes back,” he murmurs soothingly. He’s said it more times than he can count in the last three days. Namjoon doesn’t want to think about how he’s saying it as much to reassure Jaeho as he is to reassure himself.

The conversation the two of you had before he returned to work two weeks ago plays on a never ending loop. Wondering if there’s some hidden meaning or clue that he missed. He’d asked what your plans were for the rest of the day and you detailed that you were hungry and that there had been a werewolf that had been coming into the tea house and seemed interested. So you were going to flirt a little and see where it led. 

 Namjoon had never imagined that he would be here. Laying in bed, idly tracing patterns on his partners skin as she detailed her plans to go sleep with someone else. He would expect jealousy, or maybe even anger. And the jealousy had certainly been there in the beginning. But Jaeho and you had never ending patience with him. Helped him talk through his emotions and get to where he is now. Because he knows there’s nothing to be jealous of. That while you flit off every so often to sleep with some people and feed, that at the end of the day, you’ll always end up back here with them. Because it’s them that you love and they’re home. 

There’s nothing in Namjoon’s recollection of the conversation that reveals any hidden meaning or agenda. You had talked as if you’d be back within a day at most, like you were just heading out for a quick bite to eat and then you’d be back. 

Namjoon tries to bury the worry that bubbles up that maybe he missed something or that something’s happened. Jaeho is worrying more than enough for both of them right now and at least one of them needs to remain strong and level-headed. 

Chewing his lip for a moment, Jaeho thinks his words over carefully. “I know that. But she never disappears without telling us for more than a couple of days. It’s already been almost two weeks. She would’ve told us if she was going for a while.”

Humming, Namjoon gives him another squeeze. That was another thing he was trying to not think about. Had you told him that you’d be away for a while and he just didn’t remember and now Jaeho was worrying for nothing? But if he told Jaeho that you had said that when you didn’t and you really were in trouble? Namjoon doesn’t know if he’d be able to live with that. “You know how werewolves are. She probably just got caught up and forgot. She hasn’t been with one in a while. They’re a lot and she can feed from them a lot. Probably just drinking her fill.”

Jaeho sighs, sagging slightly in Namjoon’s arms. The words seem to sooth him, at least for the moment and that’s the best that Namjoon can ask for right now. “I guess… I just don’t have a good feeling about this.”

Namjoon presses a kiss to his head. “Don’t worry. She loves us both. She’ll be back before we know it.” Pulling away, Namjoon gives him a reassuring smile, gently tugging him back towards the bed. “In the meantime, I know just how to help you relax.”

You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Time has blurred into a long stretch of aching hunger, made more acute with every attempt you make to escape. None have been successful. You don’t even really know where you are. The last thing you fully remember is spending time with the werewolf you met at the tea house. You’d spent a couple of days with him, days full of fun and left you full and sated. You had been planning to go back to Jaeho and Namjoon the next morning. But someone clearly had other plans. 

Waking up in a dark, cold gray cellar had certainly been a surprise after falling asleep in bed warmed by a werewolf. As had the ache in your head and blood matted in your hair, though the blood certainly explained the headache. More surprising than just being in the cellar was finally taking notice of the bars separating you from a large portion of the cellar and confining you to one little corner. There’s nothing in the little cell with you. With no windows, there’s no way to tell how long you’ve been down here either or even what time it currently is. The cellar is sparsely filled too, a few boxes scattered around, but it seems abandoned. You’d tried yelling yourself hoarse the first few days after awakening, but either no one was around or the stone the cellar was built from kept your shouts from reaching anyone. 

Which has led to your current predicament. You know at least a few weeks have passed. The slowly growing hunger is proof enough of that. The growing hunger has also meant that you’ve slowly begun to lose yourself. You’ve been having moments where you’ve blacked out, where you know you’ve been conscious but you don’t recall a thing that happened. One time you came to, to find your hands slick with blood and the sting of cuts on your fingertips. After taking a moment to get your bearings again, you found blood on the bars where you assume you had tried to break your way out even if you don’t remember those actions. 

The length of time they last seems to be growing longer and you don’t know whether it comforts you to know that it will be over soon or feel guilt wrenching heartache that your last moments are here, alone and that Namjoon and Jaeho will never know what happened. 

As your periods of lucidity begin to lessen and you find yourself spending those brief moments as yourself thinking of Jaeho and Namjoon. You miss them so much. Want their comforting scents here with you, to fall asleep in their arms on soft bedding instead of being alone on a cold, stone floor. 

You wonder if they’re worried or looking for you. They knew you’d gone to meet someone, assuming Namjoon told Jaeho about your plans. Would they think something happened to you? Or would they just assume you had left for a while, even if you hadn’t told them that you planned to leave for a while. It’s something that you haven’t done since the beginning of your relationship. Back when you all were still figuring out how the three of you worked and you were a little more easily spooked by what you felt. And even back then, you never disappeared for long, always drawn back to them no matter what. 

It’s during one of these periods of consciousness that something changes. A door opens and you see a sliver of light, that given however long you’ve been in the dark, is nearly blinding for a moment, forcing your eyes to squeeze closed. Then someone descends the stairs, a lantern in one hand, casting a warm glow about the cellar that is still almost too bright considering the dark you've sat in until now. The scent hits you a moment after her appearance. Werewolf. 

Your stomach clenches painfully, hunger gnawing at you with the tease of possible food before you. You find yourself getting to your feet and approaching the bars without much thought, so fast that you stumble but you’re too focused to pay it any mind. In fact, you’re so focused that the bars startle you slightly when you bump into them.

The woman laughs cruelly when she sees that. “Forgot the bars again, whore?”

Again? Has she been down here before? Your mind reels, scraping together every brief memory from recently to see if you can recount someone coming down here. Your mind comes to only darkness. You suppose that it is possible that she came down before given the moments you’ve been losing. But that just becomes even more disconcerting because she’s been coming down here while you starve? While you’ve been struggling to get free? Fingers curling around the bars, you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, throat rough from disuse. 

Clearing your throat, you try again. “Who…”

The woman scoffs and you have no idea if it’s because you’ve had this conversation before or if she just seemingly dislikes you that you addressing her directly is disgusting to her. “Are we really doing this whole thing again? How you seduce anyone when you’re this stupid, is beyond me.” The lantern is set on the ground as the woman takes a seat on a small stool set before the bars. “My name is Talia. I don’t think I need to tell you that I’m a werewolf.”

“Why…”

She laughs again. “Because you slept with my mate.”

Mate? You’ve only slept with one werewolf recently. And he was certainly unmated. No marks and no mating scent. Mated werewolves carried a certain scent, a slight undertone of their mates scent that is with them always. Is that who she means? You’d discussed other current partners while you were together and he hadn’t mentioned a mate. He mentioned a guy, a werewolf from another pack that he was interested in. Was debating whether he should court him or not. You had given him some advice and he seemed genuinely happy to receive it, glowing when you asked about the other werewolf and he began to gush about how they met. 

“What are you talking about?” you croak. Everything is confusing and that combined with your hunger is making your head throb, making it even harder to focus on the harsh words she spits at you.

Tutting, she shakes her head, like she’s chiding a child. “You spent all that time with him and you’ve forgotten him?”

“I… I don’t understand… I’ve only slept with one werewolf. And he wasn’t mated.”

“You know nothing of mates.” There’s a wildness in her eyes that has you shrinking away from the bars. With it comes the dawning realization that she is the reason you’re locked up down here. 

Tears gather in your eyes, frustration, anger, and grief almost so overwhelming that it feels like you’re choking. “Why are you doing this? Please, let me go.”

“That’s most certainly not going to happen. Not yet anyway. I have plans for you. You ruin my life, I ruin yours,” she cackles.

And then she’s picking up the lantern and leaving as you shout behind her. For her to stop, to let you go, for anyone to help you. The silence sets in as the cellar door is slammed shut behind, disturbed only by your broken sobs. 

“I’m going to find her.”

Namjoon looks up from the paper he’s going over, brow furrowed at Jaeho. “What?”

“It’s been a month, Joonie. I’m worried. I’m going to find her.” He adjusts a bag slung over his shoulder, face determined.

Namjoon starts to stand. “I’ll come with.”

Jaeho shakes his head. “No, someone should stay here. In case she comes back. Someone should be here for her. I’ll check in with you every couple of days.”

Namjoon nods reluctantly, moving closer to him. “Be safe,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

Three days later, Namjoon catches wind of a werewolf pack that’s going to take care of a feral vampire that’s attacking a nearby village. There’s only one other vampire in the area. Namjoon’s stomach sinks and he goes to the village without a second thought.

You blink, consciousness coming back to you slowly. You notice several things that don’t immediately fully process with you. First, you’re outside. It’s night, but the buildings around you are ablaze, casting everything in bright light. Second, you are, bizarrely, no longer starving, instead a hollow fullness settles in your bones. Almost more off putting than the hunger. Third, and this one takes the longest to register because it seems so unreal, Talia stands before you. And with a growing sense of dread as you fully take in the scene, holds a struggling Jaeho by the throat. 

You take a step closer and can see her grip tighten so you stop, going so far as to take a step back in the hopes that she loosens her grip on him. Jaeho thrashes and when you call out his name, all you get in response is a hiss. Is he… feral?

Flashes of memories hit you, things that make your stomach turn. It all seems like a nightmare. You have a vague awareness of completely losing yourself, Jaeho finding you. Or was he led to you? Of you… feeding from him as he fought to subdue you. When you look at your arms, you see scratches and bruises that confirm your memories to be true, that you attacked him. That you did this to him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you force the memories away before focusing on Talia again.

“Let him go.” Your voice breaks.

She gives you a cruel, condescending smile. “I don’t think so. There’s a feral vampire causing havoc, as the resident pack, we have to take care of it.”

Tears spill down your cheek as you shake your head. You have to fix this. It isn’t his fault. He just needs to feed a little and he’ll be fine. If she just gives him to you, then you can fix this. You both can go back to Namjoon and everything will be okay. “No no no. Please. Don’t do this. Give him to me. I can make him better. Please, this is just an accident.”

Humming thoughtfully for a moment, she makes eye contact with a grin. “No.”

Then she rips Jaeho’s throat out. You scream, dropping to your knees as he gurgles for a moment before slowly sinking to the ground. All you can focus on is the blood slowly seeping into the ground. You feel cold even with the heat of the blaze surrounding you. Talia drops the mess in her hand and glances behind her. 

Burying your face in your hands, you sob, feeling the loss of Jaeho tear through your chest as viscerally as a dagger. You ache. How are you going to tell Namjoon? There’s no way to explain this. Jaeho should’ve let you go after he taught you control. Maybe he shouldn’t even have bothered to stop you that night he found you. He should’ve just left you to hunters. 

This is all your fault.

You hear voices murmuring, one calm and collected and the other frantic, and when you finally manage to drag your gaze up what feels like an eternity later, you see Namjoon standing over Jaeho’s body, face twisted with anguish. Talia’s nowhere to be seen. He drops to his knees, hands hovering like if he doesn’t touch then it’s not real. Staggering to your feet, you cross the short distance, stopping just short of them when Namjoon’s head jerks up to meet you with a hard look. It’s enough to break your heart all over again.

“How could you do this?”

His words are ice and you have no idea how to respond. You have no answer. How could you, you haven’t even been conscious. Your lust clouded your judgement and now you’ve hurt the people you loved the most. “J-joonie-”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore. How could you do this? After everything he’s done for you?” His voice raises in pitch as tears begin to fall down his cheeks. “He did everything for you. For us. How could you?”

The silence after his shouting is deafening. It would almost be easier if he kept yelling. At least then you wouldn’t have to hear the way your thoughts swirl with ‘it’s your fault he’s dead.’ 

What are you supposed to say to him anyway? There’s no apology in the world that could ever bring Jaeho back. Namjoon’s right. Jaeho did everything for you. And now he’s dead.

“I’m sorry…” The words feel like ash on your tongue. Wholly inadequate but you have to say something. You and Namjoon can still continue on. You can bring Jaeho’s memory with you. You don’t all have to lose everything. 

Namjoon laughs bitterly. “You’re sorry?” He sounds incredulous and shakes his head. “Just leave. I can’t…” His breath stutters and his gaze drops to the ground. “Please just go. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

You want to argue. Bring up the idea that you don’t have to lose each other too. That Jaeho wouldn’t want you to separate just because he’s gone. But you have a feeling that he won’t be receptive to that. And as much as it pains you to leave them both. You don’t want to cause Namjoon more hurt than you already have. The kindest thing you can do now is simply honor his request. 

So you leave. Vowing to yourself that you’ll never let someone close again. You don’t think your heart could handle more loss. You bring nothing but pain to others.

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Watch Me Burn (P.9)

Title: Watch Me Burn (Part Nine) Summary: Fem!Reader x AU!Cas. Fem!Reader x AU!Sam. This fic was inspired by both parts of “Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem & Rihanna. Castiel and the reader are toxic for each other and keep falling back together until the reader moved away. It’s been years and now she is back home, waltzing back into Castiel’s life. She is determined to do better this time, to make them work, but outside forces as well as the scars the two have left on each other weave their way into their reconciliation. Will they be able to overcome the past and new threats to their sustainability? Words: 1,703 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Extreme angst, domestic violence, smut, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, BDSM trust breaking, fluff, language, alcohol abuse, !!! eventual !!! happiness Author’s Note: I believe we are coming up on the end of this fic... a couple more chapters!

Part 8 || Epilogue || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

You stormed back inside, fury licking away at your insides. How dare he corner you like that and try to coerce you. You left because he was a jackass, not because you were afraid of commitment. And if he could not see that for himself, he never would, even if you screamed it at him. You made a decision to remove yourself from the situation.

Coming up to the table, you grabbed your drink and finished it in one fell swoop. Dean was watching you closely as you placed it back on the table.

“What?” you demanded.

“Wow, nothing. What’s wrong?” Dean asked, his brow creasing at your fierce tone. Everyone else was looking at you with concern too.

“I… nothing,” you muttered, trailing off. You turned, spotting Sam coming back down the bar towards where the table was. You scowled to yourself before moving towards the bar. You needed to close out your tab. A few steps away from the bar, you stopped, inwardly groaning. Sam was buying your drinks. You had not put your own card down.

He was at your back and you whipped around, ready to lay into him. But Tara was standing there with him, looking gleeful.

“He talked me into a shot. So, you both better capitalize on it while I’m still agreeing,” she told you.

You shot him a look, seeing the smug look in his eyes. He did this on purpose; he was good. He was too good. There was no way you could chastise him for what he had done in front of her without divulging your shared past. And if you turned down the drink, that would disappoint Tara.

“Right,” you said, feigning as much positivity as you could, avoiding eye contact with Sam.

“Ladies choice,” Sam said lightly, standing close to you still.

“Okay, but after this I have to go home,” you said, more to Tara than anything.

“Oh, really?”

“I’m getting tired.”

“I can walk you back,” Sam told you and you shot him a look.

“I can manage myself. I live here. The neighborhood isn’t dangerous.”

Sam held up his hands and said, “Alright, Y/N. Sorry. Just thought I would be nice.”

Biting back all the things you wanted to scream at him, you said, feigning civility, “I understand, I just don’t want to pull you away from the party. Plus, I like walking by myself. Gives me time to my thoughts.”

“And don’t we all need more of that? Quietness? But not right now. Shots,” Tara encouraged.

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Castiel noticed you walking by the windows outside to get to the door that led to the staircase to your apartment.  He furrowed his brow, watching you digging through your purse for the keys. You looked flustered.

He leaned over telling Jeanine he was going to go check on you and she nodded. It had slowed down some in the bar, so it would not be an issue for him to take another break.

Hurrying out the door, he caught sight of your coat disappearing through the door. “Y/N!” he called out, bursting into a jog to catch the door. He did at the last second and found you standing on the stairs, staring down at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said tearfully.

Castiel let the door close behind him, shutting out most of the cold and giving the two of you some privacy from the street. “Y/N.”

“He cornered me, alright? I don’t like being cornered.”

Castiel’s face darkened and he took the steps to come closer to you. He demanded, “Where is he? Still at the other bar?”

Seeing where this was going to go, you reached out, pleading, “Cas, don’t—”

That was all the answer he needed. He tore his arm away from you, ordering, “Stay here. Warm yourself up.”

“Cas!” you cried out, trying to follow but he whipped around, holding the door open.

“What did I just say? Go upstairs and get changed. Get comfortable. Relax! I’ll be back.”

You protested, “You can’t get me fired!”

“I’m not going to!” Castiel said firmly before he left the doorway, beginning to storm down the sidewalk.

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It did not take Castiel long to locate the group in the pinball bar. Charlie was a signal all herself her red hair and loud voice. He came up to the table, Dean spotting him before Sam did. Dean elbowed Sam, getting his attention just as Castiel reached the table.

“You. Me. Outside,” Castiel said to Sam.

Sam cocked his head slightly, giving a little nervous laugh, shooting a look around the table. He was pretending to be confused by Castiel’s apparent irritation.

“Now. Please,” Castiel said, not tearing his gaze away from Sam.

“Um, alright,” Sam said, still playing dumb.

Castiel shoved Sam as soon as they got onto the patio, not caring there was a handful of people outside. He did not shove him with all his strength but enough to cause Sam to stumble.

“Hey, what—” Sam started to snarl at him.

“You stay the hell away from, Y/N,” Castiel growled, his finger pointing threateningly in Sam’s face. “Do you understand me?”

Sam straightened out his shirt, glowering at Castiel for laying hands on him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know what you fucking did to her.”

“Did to her? What exactly has she told you?”

“You broke trust. You don’t get to play around with roles like that. You miss the point entirely of being a dom if you think you can break the rules like that and still maintain trust with your sub.” He stepped closer. “Especially when they ask you to stop. That’s akin to rape.”

“You better be careful of what you’re accusing me of,” Sam told Castiel, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“I’m being very careful to not break your face right now for thinking you could follow her here and intimidate her,” Castiel retorted coolly.

“Don’t you have enough on your rap sheet?” Sam quipped and Castiel cocked his head. He snorted and said, “People in your bar talk. Apparently, you got arrested a few times for domestic violence. I don’t think you should be preaching to me about keeping my hands off of women and intimidating them.” He stepped closer and repeated, “So, like I said, be careful of what you’re accusing me of.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Castiel scoffed.

“Oh, I don’t?”

“No, you don’t,” Castiel said more forcibly.

“So, if I was to call and say we had an altercation, would the cops be more inclined to believe it was you that started it because of your record?” Sam asked.

Castiel stared at Sam for a few moments before laughing. Sam’s brow creased in confusion over Castiel’s reaction. Castiel stepped back, shaking his head, still laughing lowly.

“Trust me, I don’t think they would believe I would go around starting fights. I’ve learned my lesson and I have been clean for years. But, you keep living that fantasy in your head,” Castiel said. He leveled Sam with one more look, “Bottom line is stay the hell away from Y/N. I know you two have to work together and she’s strong enough to deal with that. But, I don’t want to hear about you pressuring her or trying to coerce her anymore.”

“Or what?” Sam asked boldly.

“I don’t want to think about that. And neither should you,” Castiel said coldly before tearing his gaze away from Sam and striding back to the door, throwing it open and disappearing inside.

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“What did you do?” you asked tearfully as soon as Castiel closed the door behind him. You were sitting on the couch, curled up, your mascara running down your face.

“I told him to leave you alone,” Castiel replied simply coming over to the couch.

“But, did you do anything?”

“Are you asking if I laid hands on him? No,” Castiel told you. You stared at him, willing him to be honest. Castiel saw the look and exhaled sharply. “I shoved him but that was it.”

“Cas—”

“I said that was it, Y/N. He’s not going to press charges for a shove. And besides, I made it clear that I understand he has to be at work with you but I want him to leave you alone outside of that.”

You chewed on your bottom lip and tried to will away the new slew of tears wanting to break.

Castiel’s arm came around you and he pulled you close. “Hey,” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? You didn’t do anything,” you sniffled. “And don’t you have to go back to work?”

“In a little bit. I told Jeanine I would be back to close up. But I don’t care that I didn’t do anything. I’m sorry you had to go through that. That you still have to go through it. See him every day and live through that without anyone else knowing what happened. I’m sure if you said something—”

“I can’t,” you interjected tearfully.

Castiel sighed loudly, his fingers caressing your shoulder. “I wish I could take it all away for you.” You nodded, sniffling. His face grew stern suddenly, “Someone told him about us.”

“What do you mean?”

“About us. Our past. The… the police calls. Arrests.” You straightened up and stared at him head on. Castiel sighed, “I don’t know. He brought it up. Asked me if he called the cops, would they believe it wasn’t me that started an altercation. And he flat out said basically I abused you.”

You had a feeling where this was going and you said quickly, “I didn’t tell him that.” Castiel licked his lips, studying you for a few moments. You insisted, “I didn’t. It must have been someone at the bar.” Your face darkened and you said, “Probably Maureen.”

Castiel nodded, muttering, “You’re probably right. She’s always had a mouth, especially after she’s had a few.”

Your bottom lip warbled, and you buried your face into Castiel’s chest, “I just want him to go away.”

“I know, angel,” Castiel whispered, kissing the top of your head, holding you closer. “Me too.”

~~~

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Smuuuuuut pleeeeeaaaase

Finally finished this! I think I got this ask back in April??? Lol. Also posted on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13064247

Steve Rogers was the definition of textbook perfection, and while he didn’t seem to know it, Peter Parker definitely did.

The small crush that Peter had formed on the older man had primarily stemmed from a childhood fascination with one of his favorite heroes, someone he’d had posters of sitting on his walls right next to Howard Stark and Marie Curie. Of course meeting him had been a nerve wracking experience, and Steve had admittedly been one of the first Avengers to leave Peter jelly-kneed from one smile. While Peter had written his reaction off rather well- in his eyes- by continuing to geek out over the rest of the heroes personally requesting he be part of their team, his eyes continued to fall back to the overlooming team leader until he had to forcibly drag them away. He realized later that the racing of his heart wasn’t entirely just due to the fact he was staring at a  National hero… but Captain America was absolutely stunning. Everything from the curve of his bulging muscles to the sweet, sparkling grin had made his stomach jump right up to his throat, and Peter instantly felt small and wimpy in comparison.

How did someone like Tony Stark work with him all the time? Even if he was shorter than Tony, Peter was more toned than the old guy and could likely bench press close to what Steve could. But he had still sensed inadequacy creeping up into his mind when facing him. It was insane.

Peter tried to ignore his crush the best he could, divulging himself into their missions and keeping his attention off of Steve each chance he got. It worked for the most part, until the times Peter would say a dorky reference to some old time sci-fi movie Steve hadn’t watched. Steve would then confess his ignorance, which led to post-mission movie time relaxation, then meeting up twice a week to marathon the entire series. Which, in turn, was how Peter found himself showing Steve an entire collection of classic movies, mixed with some of his own personal favorites, any night the two of them had free. Peter often had to do some early-morning scrambling to finish his homework assignments, but he made sure he had as much room as possible for Steve in his schedule.

Their first kiss had been during Beauty and the Beast. Missing the rest of the movie in way of Steve’s hands pulling his waist in closer and his lips exploring his neck was well worth it. They’d even rewatched it a second time, to see if Steve could digest any more information, though most movie nights had begun to transition further towards heated make out sessions than actual watching. Eventually, they got good at multi-tasking, at least, in that regard.

Who knew their first time having sex would be during the very iconic Rocky Horror Picture Show? Give yourself over to absolute pleasure… 

“This movie can’t be a classic.”

Peter’s eyes trailed up rock hard thighs pulsing with pure muscle, up through a matching set of abs, then landed loosely on Steve’s face. His eyes were locked on the screen flashing bright reds and gothic blacks, darting around to capture every detail of the cult film. Soft, high pitched singing played statically behind Peter, though the hand laced in his hair kept his body from being able to turn. He could only guess where they were based on loose knowledge (And Steve’s inability to sit through 10 minutes of a movie without commenting on the ridiculous plot.)

“Mhm.” Peter hummed back in reply, lips preoccupied with the throbbing erection tucked between them. Fingers tugged harder, sub-consciously, on his head, and Peter easily complied as his throat relaxed to take more of his length down. The soft groan he earned enticed him further, and he slipped closer to the couch to give his other hand a chance to trace fingernails over warm, tan skin.

“Wasn’t this a romantic movie before? Why is this Butler singing in the window?”

Peter raised an eyebrow at Steve’s question, grunting in response. His fingers dug into Steve’s hip for a perch, focusing on quieting his inquiries with his tongue.

“Also, is the Time Warp some sort of famous dance I haven’t heard of yet? It looks ridiculous. Peter?” Steve drug his eyes down to meet the annoyed gaze looking up at him, realizing he couldn’t answer (his mouth very much preoccupied) as he broke into a sheepish grin, and drug his heavy hand off of the young man’s crown. “Sorry.”

Peter finally pulled his lips free, wiping them on the back of his hand. He expertly crawled up beside Steve to glance at the TV, immediately met with the sight of Susan Sarandon taking a dramatic dive in the wake of Tim Curry’s sudden appearance. “This is the best scene in the entire movie.”

As if on cue, Steve’s eyes bulged and Peter was dropped off into a laughing fit while the Transylvanian danced half-naked on screen.

“Right. Not sure how long it’ll take me to get used to people dressing this way.”

“Don’t worry, even this is overemphasized. But you would meet some nice Drag Queens if you tried Midtown.”

“Hmm. Remind me later.”

Peter carefully picked his way back onto Steve’s lap, maneuvering him to lay on the couch to their original position. Slender fingers poked intensively at the hem of Steve’s shirt, who relaxed into the touch and let it slip up and off. Then Peter worked on his jeans, and went for his own while he was at it. He’d grown used to those blue eyes mostly remaining focused on the TV. He didn’t mind. The original goal of these nights were acclimating him to pop culture, and getting off was a sweet bonus.

Steve’s hands eventually found Peter’s waist during one of the lower energy scenes, and he finally took the chance to gaze at the lithe figure waiting somewhat patiently for his attention. A gentle smile crossed his lips that had Peter melting against him a moment later, and then they were kissing and everything felt so right. The perfection of the moment was only enhanced when a strong roll of Steve’s hips up against Peter’s had him mewling. Steve all but forgot about the movie when his sounds drew him in. He sat up, keeping Peter’s hard on slack against his own while creating hot friction between his boxers. Strong hands kept him anchored against his thighs at an angle that would have any normal person groaning in effort, though Peter’s flexible body was easily manipulated to accommodate Steve’s need to hold him tight.

And then hot lips danced over Peter’s collarbone and his soft voice breathed out in a moan in reaction. Each gentle but firm grind was sending him into a euphoric high that he collapsed into.

“Peter.”

His name was a soft grunt of appreciation for the heat building, and Peter’s eyes traced the beautiful curve of Steve’s beautiful skin spread out before him.

“You’re perfect.” The words caught both Steve and Peter off guard, escaping from Peter’s lips before he had had time to stop them. But Steve kissed them right off of his mouth with a teasing look that gave them the chance to catch their breath.

“I was engineered to be.” Steve murmured as they drew apart, hands disappearing up Peter’s shirt to drag it off while also shifting to pin him to the couch. Taut leg muscles pulled Steve down to lay atop him, which he easily moved with.

“N-No, Steve, I mean it.” Peter argued back, watching intently as Steve’s boxers were dragged off his hips and discarded on the floor. “You aren’t just some…”

The Sword of Damocles is hanging over my head

“You aren’t some Rocky Horror.”

Steve paused his hands lingering on Peter’s waistband  long enough to look back at the fleeing monster on screen, and the confusion was evident on his face. “Thank…you?”

“It makes sense! Like, he was engineered by a scientist to function as a muscular tool for Frank-N-Furter, and that’s what he died as–”

“Is that one of those ‘spoilers?’” Steve quirked an eyebrow down at the flushed boy, those wide eyes surprised, but amused by his response. Still, the older hero laughed, making Peter grin right back. “Is this even worth watching anymore?”

“Well, yeah! That’s why I turned it on. Cult classic.”

“Mmm.” Steve released a long drawl on the word as he finished his mission and discarded Peter’s boxers, then socks, until he was shyly exposed underneath him. “But do you want to keep watching?”

Peter opened his mouth to express that yes, he actually really liked this movie and wished he’d continue, but he was promptly cut off by fingernails grazing the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh. His senses went on high alert as he looked back up at Steve almost questioningly. They’d done everything, from oral to foreplay to rimming, but the heavy way Steve was breathing indicated something else was changing between them. Something new, and possibly a bit scary.

“I, uh… Steve?” Peter swallowed nervously, smiling up at him to mask his confusion and racing heart. “I-I mean, only if you wanted to.”

Steve leaned in, his lips brushing oh-so-lightly against Peter’s ear, making him shiver. “Can I finger you?” He murmured.

Peter’s heart was racing a thousand beats per minute by then, but he nodded quietly and reached down under the couch to locate the orange bottle of lube he kept hidden. He passed it up to Steve, who took it with such a warm and handsome smile it was hard for Peter to stay nervous.

“You okay?” Steve inquired, drizzling the liquid on his fingers before one slipped probingly down to his entrance. He testingly slid a fingertip past the tight muscle, making the boy squirm. “Does it feel alright?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s fine.” Peter gasped, forcing himself to relax and parting his knees more ever so slightly. Though he’d been touched this way by Steve before, he noticed the American hero was always very conscious about passing any borders, typically allowing Peter to be the one to decide when things would move on. Steve was being uncharacteristically bold, though it’s not like the brunette minded.

He bit his lip when Steve’s finger curved, pressing inside him in ways he had learned Peter enjoyed, shivering when sensitive areas were touched. Steve was warm and gentle and everything that made Peter feel safe, which helped him to relax through his anxiety when faced with those gorgeous blue eyes staring down at him in concern.

Steve pleasured him for a bit longer, changing the direction or using varying pressure to entice the sweet sounds from Peter, until he felt slender fingers gripping his wrist and heard a small panting voice pleading.

“Are you… Do you want to like, you know, uh…” Peter stammered to get the words out, unsure what he was allowed to say. Maybe that was too far for Steve. Peter didn’t know his sexual history, or if he had ever intended to go beyond foreplay. He definitely didn’t want to say the wrong thing and have Steve walk out on him before they even got to Rose Tint My World and the pool orgy. That would for sure shock the older soldier.

But beyond not getting to finish Rocky Horror together, Peter just really didn’t want to be rejected by someone he had feelings for.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked in his patient voice, and Peter almost wished he wasn’t so nice and would just force the question out of him. “Am I hurting you?”

“No!” His heart leapt at his own shout, and he had to reel his emotions back in. “No, I was just thinking um… We’ve been doing this for a while and I’m like… I’m ready. Whenever you are.”

“Ready for…?” Understanding passed over Steve’s face, and he withdrew his fingers, much to Peter’s dismay. “Oh. Peter… you’re young. Are you sure sex is something you want?”

The word ‘sex’ was jarring, but not as jarring as getting called young. Offense crossed into Peter’s expression, and he frowned. “This wouldn’t be my first time. Or even my second, if that’s what you’re worried about. Also, I’m one-hundred percent legal and able to make my own decisions.”

“Yes, yes, I know.” Steve soothed, brushing Peter’s hair back in an attempt to calm him down. “I just mean I am a considerable amount older than you. I don’t want you to feel you’ve made any mistakes.”

“I want to do this. It’s not a mistake. You’re not pressuring me into it or anything. Don’t worry.” Peter forced a smile to replace the nervous twitch of his lip, raising a hand to run an impulsive thumb over Steve’s flushed cheeks. He was glad he wasn’t the only one embarrassed. “I have everything in the table behind you.”

Sure enough, when the perplexed Steve rummaged through the drawer, he withdrew a condom that he took no time tearing open.

Peter watched as Steve gently pressed his thighs further apart, rolling the latex over his member. He gripped onto his ass to lift him up enough that Peter’s legs could wrap around his waist, and took his sweet time finding a comfortable position for both of them.

“Are you okay?” Steve hummed in concern, wanting another confirmation of consent.

“I’m fine. No sweat.”

“You haven’t changed your mind?”

“No, I still want to do this.”

“If you do at all, at any point, tell me to stop and I will.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” The All American hero breathed, and lightly pressed the tip inside Peter. The younger boy squirmed, but gave no indication of pain. “Try to relax.”

“Mm-hmm.” Peter breathed back, closing his eyes so he could focus on forcing every tense muscle into submission.

Steve was all the way in seconds later, the pair breathing with rigged excitement. When Peter shifted, Steve patiently waited until he seemed ready enough to continue, and made soft but firm movements with his hips. Peter felt his chest had been lit on fire as the realization dawned that he was actually having sex with The Captain America, but he forgot any freak out when pleasure started to course through his body like electricity.

Steve worked Peter heavily into the couch cushions, sinking in under the weight of his thrusting. Peter wasn’t weak, and he knew he could take anything Steve gave him, so he encouraged him with soft groans. The blonde kept up with Peter’s whimpers for more, his hands eventually finding his hips to pin them bruisingly.

“You’re so cute, Peter.” Steve groaned into his ear, making Peter’s burning face practically catch on fire. “Do you feel okay?”

Peter nodded numbly, too focused on the way his body shuddered in appreciation with each roll of his hips.

“Good.” Steve kissed his neck, then down his chest, and nipped lightly at a hard nipple. “This is amazing for me.”

His hands moved from holding him taught to rubbing circles on his shoulder while the other suspended himself above his head until their chests were touching. Sweat dripped down Peter’s neck, shaking as pre-orgasm rocked through his body.

Steve was really actually…good. He was strong, but caring, and found ways to get deeper inside Peter than he thought possible. Peter wanted to stare at him, and watch every pleasureful moment, but he knew that would be increasingly awkward and he didn’t quite have the self control to look away once he had started.

A hard attack on Peter practically sent him screaming as he covered his mouth to hide the ecstasy. He spilled over both of their chests, shaking, small jolts moving through his body everytime Steve fucked him. It took almost no time for Steve to find his orgasm as well, and a warm heat poured into Peter’s aching body.

“Peter…” Steve panted, managing to hold himself up above him still to prevent crushing the poor, exhausted spider.

Peter’s eyes slowly slipped open, hands finding their perch to try to move. He stopped himself with a moan as the soreness had begun to sink into his muscles, collapsing back onto the couch.

Steve chuckled breathlessly, and maneuvered himself off the couch to fetch the blanket. When he returned, he pulled Peter’s feet onto his lap and draped the fleece over both of them.

“Thanks.” Peter mumbled, stretching out tiredly. “That was…um…”

“Yeah.” Steve agreed, running his fingertips comfortingly over the smaller boy’s calves. “It was something.”

Peter turned his head as the chorus of Superheroes began to play, mesmerized momentarily by the figures of the sexually revived characters crawling through the fog. “You missed the movie.” He pointed out with a small grin, glancing back up into that sweet expression.

“We can watch it again.” Steve promised as he placed a soft kiss to Peter’s wrist, sighing in content as he relaxed back into the cushions. “And this time you can explain why they’re in corsets.”

Peter reached for the remote as he reset it to the beginning, laughing quietly. “Honestly, Steve, some things like this just can’t be explained.”

Science fiction…double feature…