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simplegenius042 · 5 months

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Music Monday

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @softtidesworld @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @onehornedbeast @imogenkol @g0dspeeed @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @aceghosts @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @turbo-virgins @inafieldofdaisies @afarcryfrommymain @starsandskies @derelictheretic @purplehairsecretlair @ladyoriza @minilev @wrathfulrook @yokobai @cloudofbutterflies92 @florbelles @skoll-sun-eater @sleepyconfusedpotato @snake-in-the-garden @thewanderer-000 @titiagls @strangefable @strafethesesinners @rhettsabbott @red-nightskies @voidika and @la-grosse-patate + anyone else who's interested.

Three songs for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and an Original Work of minet. Also I'm putting my WIP Wednesdays on hold, as I'm working on my newest "Intro Post" and some Masterlists. Anyway, listen and read below the cut:

Silva and Azriel's mother-daughter relationship in Silva's Hope is one of the key turning points of the fic (the underlying themes of motherhood not withstanding); it causes Silva to reevaluate her standing with both Eden's Gate and the Resistance in Hope County and motivates her to take a much more proactive rogue approach, seeking to push both factions towards a peace without spilling anymore bloodshed as there had already been (before she was just trying taking out her grief, pain and her bottled up trauma onto the cult that was similar to the two that took everything from her, and hoping to get killed in the process, a roundabout way to end her own suffering without dishonoring/abandoning the sacrifices made to get her to safety). It also gives her the chance to acknowledge and accept the death of her daughter Persephone; something she's been guilt-ridden about throughout her grief, never allowing her to make peace with it. Silva's upbringing was shaky, her childhood spent with a man who's intentions towards her were anything but pure, and her adolescence spent with the father she wished she had before things went to hell. Silva sees herself in Azriel; a girl harmed by the zealotry of a cult and denied the affection she needed and craved for until later in her life. Silva hopes to be the mother Azriel can rely on, as well as a fiercer protector. This song is both a mix of Azriel and Silva's perspective (in a way), though it's also Silva echoing promises Paul had told her (when he was a better person) but directed to Azriel this time:

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"There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes In a happy home, I was a king, I had a golden throne But those days are gone, now the memory's on the wall I hear the songs from the places where I was born

Up on the hill, across the blue lake That's where I had my first heartbreak I still remember how it all changed My father said

Don't you worry, don't you worry, child See Heaven's got a plan for you Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah

There was a time, I met a guy of a different kind And we ruled the world, I thought I'd never lose him out of sight We were so young, I think of him now and then I still hear the songs, reminding me of a friend, oh

Up on the hill, across the blue lake That's where I had my first heartbreak I still remember how it all changed My father said

Don't you worry, don't you worry, child See Heaven's got a plan for you Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah Don't you worry, don't you worry, child See Heaven's got a plan for you Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah."

Next song is for an Original WIP of mine called Mario: Mother's Boy, a kind of origin story for one of my OCs from The UnTitledverse, Mario Emmet, a quippy shapeshifting alien that feeds on fear, and his time being raised by his mother, Abigail Emmet, who had spent nearly a century prior masquerading as a human outlaw with the Van Der Linde Gang (and feeding off the terror of her enemies). The fic starts from 1979 and ends in 1988, ending a few months Mario's other story, The Adventures of Debra Holmes and her Amazing Best Friend Mario Emmet, in The UnTitledverse. Throughout the fic, Abigail struggles with raising her very impulsively instinctively driven son, helping him masquerade as a human while teaching him human morals and culture (while retaining some of their better alien traditions that doesn't call for the disregard of other's health), going out on hunts to feed both herself and Mario (all the while terror becomes a harder emotion to elicit from her prey, though thankfully fear isn't difficult for Mario to pry out of his own prey), making decisions that put her son before herself, something that goes against her species very nature, as well as face her own impending mortality as her lifespan shortens. But for Abigail, as long as Mario is prepared to survive in this world without her, then that's enough for her, even if the time they had together was never enough.

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"I'm trying to hold my breath Let it stay this way Can't let this moment end You set off a dream in me Getting louder now Can you hear it echoing? Take my hand Will you share this with me? 'Cause darling, without you

All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the night sky Will never be enough, never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough, never be enough

For me Never, never Never, never Never, for me, for me Never enough Never enough Never enough For me, for me, for me

For me Never, never Never, never Never, for me, for me Never enough, never, never Never enough, never, never Never enough For me, for me, for me

For me."

Cyberpunk: Corporate Shutdown is a Cyberpunk 2077 fic apart of Life, Despair & Monsters, following Min-Ji "Vasilisa" Choi, codenamed to simply "V" (supposed to be the Roman numeral of "Five"/"Fifth" but in Night City, people are pricks, so that number became a letter), as she navigates through the cesspool that is Night City, the dominion of Arasaka on American soil. She is mentored by both Johnny Silverhand (in her head) and an old companion of his, Rico (who Arasaka had intentions to weaponize him but he managed to escape before they could touch any more organs... though he is fighting off the side effects of Cyberpsychosis due to almost being full-borg, something forced upon him by Arasaka), into the life of a Cyberpunk. They intend to burn down Arasaka and their main enforcer, Adam Smasher, along with it. However, Smasher isn't alone; he has a pet by the name of "Impulse", and it seems Militech want a piece of the action with their newest creation: "Inviticus", so helpfully designed by one Sir Enigma Malvolio.

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"Young blood, run like a river Young blood, never get chained Young blood, heaven need a sinner You can't raise hell with a saint Young blood, came to start a riot Don't care what your old man say Young blood, heaven hate a sinner But we're gonna raise hell anyway

Raise hell, yeah Raise hell Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell Baby, drop them bones Baby, sell that soul Heaven, fare thee well Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell (Oh, my-my, oh, hell yeah) Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell (Oh, my-my, oh, hell yeah) Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell

Young blood, stand and deliver No need for a queen affair Young gun, gotta pull the trigger When the whole world running scared.

Raise hell!"

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carnationworld-writings · 2 years

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Lay all your love on me (Caspian x fem!reader)

To read my other works, check my MASTERLIST !

Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 2103

Requested: Yes, by so wonderful annon 💜

Warnings: poor try at writing smut! IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT READ IT, PLEASE!

Mention of fingering, p in v, losing of virginity, body fluids

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: Where Caspian help her understand her needs.

Journey on the Dawn Treader was something she dreamed about, and Caspian was more than happy to make it happen. Not long before their wedding, he decided to show her The Lone Islands. She loved every minute on the ship, and the crew was very kind. What she hadn’t expected were all the feelings that Caspian awoke in her. It started with small gestures - he always tried to bring her a snack or drink that she liked. She began to notice every gentle touch - on her hands or the small of her back when he helped to keep her steady. But what happened in the morning left her extremely confused.

One morning they watched the sunrise, and Caspian wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to rest against his chest. He gently caressed her arms to make her warmer. He whispered sea stories straight to her ear, and his hot breath leaned against the skin on her neck. She felt gooseflesh on her skin and the heat coming to her cheeks. Her heartbeat was so fast and loud that she only hoped he didn’t feel or hear that. But what was the strangest was feeling inside her belly and even lower. She felt that heat in her intimate parts, and embarrassment took over her. She didn’t know what was happening to her body, and her mind was occupied by him. She wanted him to hold her, to touch her, but it all seemed to be wrong. Flushed, she quickly tried to compose herself and tried to find an excuse to leave. She saw the confusion on his face, but he didn’t say a word. She tried to hide as much as she could the whole day - she would say she was needed somewhere. But it was too hard to do in such a limited space. Too soon for her, he knocked on the door of her cabin. She opened the door and bit her lower lip at the sight of him, especially at the worried look on his face. She moved gently to allow him to come into the room.

“How do you feel?” He watched her closely, standing with his hands behind his back.

“I’m… I am alright, Caspian.” She tried to smile, knowing he didn’t believe her words.

“I was worried about you… You seemed so distant… I… Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, Caspian. Of course, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She came closer and touched his elbow, making him move his hands to gently touch her arms. She looked down at it, and the heat came to her cheeks. “I… Oh, it’s so embarrassing!” She moved to her bed, sitting down and hiding her face in her hands. She heard him moving closer and bending before her. “I shouldn’t be thinking about it, let alone talking about it.” She whispered, and he was even more confused.

“Love, what’s going on in your pretty head?” His hand brushed her knee, and she looked at him. In that second, she felt like she could drown in his eyes, and a sense of security came into her heart. “You can tell me everything.”

“I’m not sure how to describe it. Every time… every time you are close to me, my heart starts beating like it wants to jump from my chest. Even the smallest touch made my skin burn in such a delicious way. It made me shiver to my bones. It made my belly feel like thousands of butterflies had a battle there, and the worst thing is… That it all made me want more.” She ended with a whisper, feeling tears coming to her eyes. She felt the heat warming her cheeks and was afraid to look up at Caspian. She felt him taking her face into his hands, and then what surprised her, she saw him smiling. He quickly kissed her forehead, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.

“It’s completely all right, love. It’s nothing wrong.” His thumb gently whipped that one tear.

“It’s not?” She looked up with hope, and he only smiled wider.

“No, my dear. I believe that it’s completely normal. It’s how your body lets you know it’s attracted to me. And... I must say that I feel the same way as you. I won’t even count how many times I needed cold baths.” He chuckled, looking down for a few seconds. “It’s natural to feel that. Intimacy is not only about the conception of a child. It’s also about pleasure.”

“Could you… Could you show me? I know that we are not married yet. But I trust you. And I know that we would not change our plans for it.”

“There is no power in any world that would make me not want to marry you. And it’s not even two weeks before it will happen, right?” She finally smiled, even if her shyness didn’t go away.

“That’s right.” She put her hand over his and squeezed it. “So, will you show me how to change this lust into pleasure?” Caspian felt his own arousal grow stronger at her words, and it took everything from him to not take her at that moment.

“I will do everything in my power to do it.” He gently changed his position to sit next to her, looking directly into her eyes. “But you need to promise me something. You will tell me if something will make you uncomfortable if you don’t like something. It’s about you, and I need to know that you will feel good.”

“I promise, Cas. I will tell you.” Her words were full of trust and innocence, and he couldn’t stop himself any longer. He leaned down and connected their lips, kissing her deeper and stronger than ever. He heard her soft gasp of shock, but her body went closer to his, and her hand tangled in his hair. He felt how her body melted against his when his fingers started to trace her soft curves. His lips were leaving wet kisses down her throat, making her suck on air. He saw her breasts, squeezed by a corset, rising heavily with her every breath. Caspian looked into her eyes when one of his hands touched the lace of her corset.

“Can I?” She nodded, and he helped her to stand up. She turned around, and he slowly started to untie the laces, placing small kisses on every new part of her body he saw. When she turned again to look at his face, he saw her pupils were dilated. She took her hand, which held the dress against her chest and allowed it to fall around her feet.

“Caspian, may I… undress you?” He smiled widely at her.

“You may do whatever you want, love.” She smiled and moved closer to him, pressing her lips against his, reaching to his belt. She carefully undid it and held the shirt. They parted, and with his help, she took it off him. She stopped her hand from touching his bare chest, but he took it and placed it on his skin with an encouraging smile. She could feel his strong heartbeat under her fingers. Her touch was like the touch of a feather when she tried to learn his body. She shivered when she pressed a small kiss above his heart and stopped her hand on his trousers. At his nod, with shaking hands, she untied it. They fell on the floor, and he watched her face when she took a look over his whole body. He noticed a shade of fear on her face.

“Dove, is everything all right?” He gently took her face in his hands and made her look at him.

“I… Will it hurt?” He caressed her cheeks.

“It might be a little painful. But I will try to prepare you, so it shouldn’t be bad. If you have changed your mind, it’s alright. We don’t need to do anything.”

“I want it. I really do. I didn’t expect it to be so big.” She whispered, and he couldn’t stop his chuckles. “Don’t laugh at me, Caspian. You better help me with my chemise.” She smiled widely, but in her eyes, he still noticed her shyness. He kissed her deeply, but his hands ghosted over her body. In a few movements, she stood naked before him. Before he looked down, he stole a few more kisses, trying to make her relax a little more.

“Oh my… Dove, you are so beautiful. Magnificent.” With one look at her face, he moved his hand over her side, watching gooseflesh rising under his fingers. The heat flashed on her face, and he kissed her shortly once more. “Let’s move to the bed, alright?”

Caspian helped her lay down and took place beside her. She was hungry for his kisses, and it was starvation he happily wanted to satisfy. His hand gently massages her body - through her breasts, tummy to her hips. He observed her reactions and told her what his next step would be. With satisfaction rising in his chest, he saw she tried to press her body closer to him. After his hands, there came his lips. The soft moans and breaths left her mouth when he kissed her neckline and breasts. She gasped when he finally touched that sweet point between her legs, slowly massaging it. She bit her lips at the newfound pleasure that blossomed in her abdomen. He tried to distract her as much as he could when he carefully started preparing her with his finger, adding one more after a few moments. She was everything he could think about - her gasps, moans, how breath caught in her chest. He loved how she squeezed her hands against the bedsheet and his arms, how her body mindlessly wanted to be close to him, and how she clenched against his fingers. However, his favourite thing was watching her falling apart under him when she reached her climax. He kissed her neck, letting her catch her breath, and he couldn’t stop smiling when he heard her mumbling his name.

“I’ve got you, love. I’m here.” Caspian whispered lovingly, kissing her face when she came down. “Do you think you are ready for more, love? You still want it?”

“Yes. I want it all, Caspian. Please.” He was painfully ready for her, so he moved between her tights, helping her to open for him. Once again, he distracted her with kisses when he took his member in hand and collected her wetness with it. And then, ever so slowly, he slid it over her folds, stopping immediately at her soft cry. He whispered sweet nothings, kissing everywhere he could only reach, making her focus on anything but discomfort. He buried himself fully inside her and let her get used to this stretching. At her request, he started moving into her, talking her through the act. With his compliments, he made her giggle. He praised her and worshipped her. He made her feel comfortable and loved. He pulled out his member from her warm centre and finished with a groan on her belly. She felt his muscles convulsing under her fingers, so she gently massaged his scalp, holding him close with another hand. When he finally looked at her, she was smiling widely and truly. She touched his cheek and brushed away some of his hair that fell down. They breathed heavily from their activities, but relaxation was sneaking into their bodies. She couldn’t stop smiling, and she kissed him lovingly.

“Will we do it again, please? Maybe not now, but when we rest a little?” He chuckled, kissing her again.

“Whenever you want, how much you want, love.” He kissed the top of her nose, and she smiled.

“Wonderful!” She bit her lip, gently caressing his cheek.

“Now let me clean you up a little, and then we can take a nap if you want.”

“I would love to.” He smiled at her and kissed her, making her breathless again. She couldn’t stop her giggles watching him stand up and come to the vanity table, where he poured water into a bowl and wet a towel. He came to her again and started cleaning her out, minding her sensitive body. It probably became one of the most treasured moments of his life for him - seeing her with flushed cheeks, trying to hide a smirk behind her hand. To be able to see that look in her eyes for the rest of his life, he could kill, but now he made sure that she was comfortable and she knew how much he loved her.

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivates me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspelling. English is not my first language.

Klaudia 💜

Taglists are always open! If you want to be added fill this up or send me an ask!

Caspian taglist: @elennox03 @live-love-loki @effielumiere @blackst0nes7077 @mystic-writings @radcloudenthusiast @siriuslyslyslytherin @90steaology @mandos-crest @kaqua @aleksanderwh0r3 @anne-kollay @my-love-i-am-a-mess @crowssixof @x-heartrender-x @siriusbarnesslut @sassybadqueen @mrs-brekker15 @florqlness @multifandomrandomgirl @ctrl-z33 @aleksanderblack @wecallhimbrowneyess @nyx2021 @poisxnedmind @rominaszh @sophiavrodrigues @frutilooplupin @uwiuwi @yannajhhh

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potterhead2207 · 1 year

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Fic Recommendations Masterlist 12

Tom Holland

@toms-gf - Untitled

Stucky

@myfictionaldreams - Choking

Bucky Barnes

@lack-lust-3r - Sometimes I Fuck You In My Head

@1-800-jjbarnes - Late Night

@sad-not-glad - I Know Something You Don’t

Steve Rogers

@1-800-jjbarnes - Open Wide

@angryschnauzer - Brat

@angrythingstarlight - Untitled

@sconnie-doesnt-know - Yield

@just-dreaming-marvel - Make It Up To You

@just-dreaming-marvel - The Promise

@just-dreaming-marvel - Secret Feelings

@dameronology - The One With His New Girl

@melwilson - The Most Beautiful Work Of Art

@lanadelreyscokewhor3 - Tag, You’re It

Chris Evans

@milkathedudz - Play Time No Work

@hansensgirl - Untitled

@girl-of-many-fandoms - Sweater

@alliewritesthings - Untitled

@smediumsmeatbae - Straight Tequila Night

@smediumsmeatbae - Slow Sunday

@smediumsmeatbae - Tremble

Andy Barber

@ramp-it-up - Puppy Love

@sconnie-doesnt-know - Untitled

Frank Adler

@lipstickbisous - Untitled

Ransom Drysdale

@sconnie-doesnt-know - Love Letters

@sconnie-doesnt-know - Kitten, Don’t Make Me Tell You Twice

Eddie Munson

@choke-me-eddie - The Virgin!Eddie Chronicles

@munson-blurbs - How Eddie Would React To Accidentally Yelling At You

@prazinos - Untitled

@roanniom - You Sure, Princess?

@myfictionaldreams - Hair Pulling

Joseph Quinn

@quinnypixie - The Hotel Room Incident

@joejoequinnquinn - Bump In The Night

Fred Weasley

@igncrantbliss - Untitled

Sirius Black

@igncrantbliss - Attention

@forourmoons - Moisturiser

@sxriusblxck - Untitled

@siriusblacksmainhoe - Untitled

@solarviolet - Angel

@prettybabybaby - Untitled

@fuckmymunson - Jealous

James Potter

@ddejavvu - Untitled

Remus Lupin

@sxriusblxck - Needy Makeup Sex With Remus

@sxriusblxck - Punishment Sex With Remus

Marauders

(p.s. not all the marauders fanfics are the whole group, I had some that were two of them together and decided it was easier to put them together)

@prettybabybaby - Untitled

@silverdelirium - Payback

@myfictionaldreams - Voyeurism/Exhibition

@secretsocietywriter - Gangbang

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24-2-25 · 7 months

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❝YOU BELONG WITH ME❞ ― sim jake ; masterlist

synopsis | ♪ he’s cheer captain and i’m on the bleachers.. ♪

you suck at physics, sadly it is a requirement to graduate. basketball is more your style but shooting a ball into a net won’t get you any better at calculations. (un)fortunately, your manager has the great idea of getting the schools biggest nerd to tutor you. it’s great for jake on the other hand, considering he’s liked you since forever.

pairing | nerd! jake x hooper!fem! reader

genre | s2l!, romance, fluff, hs au, smau (one written part), angst, crack

warnings | cursing, attempted humour, maybe a kys joke

starring | en-, skz, +x+, itzy, weeekly, lesserafim

status | ongoing ; erm when i want ?

note | omg i finished something 🤭 this blog was started in 2021 but i never actually accomplished anything #procrastination #ivebeenprocrastinatingfor3yrs ALSO IF YOU DONT PLAY BASKETBALL, PG = POINT GUARD

tw | possesive relationship, swearing

taglist | OPEN

profiles | hooper hoes + sunoo , virginity rocks ! , extra

chapter one. | mission: save our precious pg !

chapter two. | who is jake sim ?

chapter three. | "i'm serious this time" ☝️🤓

chapter four. | READ???

chapter five. | simps for mr. choi

chapter six. | always

chapter seven. | home wrecker jake era??

chapter eight. | like cheer captain heeseung ?

chapter nine. | wake up n break up girl

chapter ten. | idc you're mine.

chapter eleven. | yuna's a d1 hater

chapter twelve. | gyu #1 instigator 🗣️

chapter thirteen. | fax my brother, spit yo shit indeed !

chapter fourteen. | instigator gyu chronicles continue

chapter fifteen. | yuna starter point guard??

chapter sixteen. | i've been waiting for you. (written)

chapter seventeen. | bro really said one day or day one

chapter eighteen. | gf effect (real)

chapter nineteen. | like troy and gabriella

#enhypen fanfiction #enhypen x reader #enhypen social au #jake fanfic #jake sim x reader #jake smau #jake x reader #jake enhypen #jake sim fanfic #jake sim smau #jake fluff #jake x y/n #jake x you #✧― meimeiwrites!#Spotify

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queenshelby · 3 years

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Cillian Murphy - Masterlist

https://www.tumblr.com/queenshelby/758057777104142336/our-little-secret-part-62?source=shareUpdated: 5 August 2024

CURRENT FICS:

AN ILLICIT AFFAIR

Summary: You used to date Cillian’s adult son but then...

Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13; 14; 15; 16; 17; 18; 19; 20; 21; 22; 23; 24; 25; 26; 27; 28; 29; 30; 31; 32; 33; 34; 35; 36; 37; 38; 39; 40; 41; 42; 43

OUR LITTLE SECRET

Summary: You are Cillian’s adult virgin step-niece and embark in a secret affair with him despite your 25-year age different. This is pure filth guys, so beware.

Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13; 14; 15; 16; 17; 18; 19; 20; 21; 22; 23; 24; 25; 26; 27; 28; 29; 30; 31; 32; 33; 34; 35; 36; 37; 38; 39; 40; 41; 42; 43; 44; 45; 46; 47; 48; 49; 50; 51; 52; 53; 54; 55; 56; 57; 58; 59; 60; 61; 62; 63; 64

YES! MR MURPHY

Summary: Post Oppenheimer, Cillian takes a break from acting and you are a young drama student who indulges on an intense one- night stand with a much older stranger. When the stranger then shows up at acting school, you get the shock of your life. Will you get closer to this man who is also 25 years older than you?

Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13; 14; 15; 16; 17; 18; 19; 20; 21; 22; 23; 24; 25; 26; 27; 28; 29; 30; 31; 32; 33; 34; 35; 36 ;37; 38; 39; 40; 41; 42; 43; 44; 45; 46; 47; 48; 49; 50; 51; 52

THE DIRECTOR

This Fic will be undergoing a re-write soon!

THE CLIENT (AU UNIVERSE)

Summary: Cillian is a lawyer and was your first love back in highschool. You relocate and never see him again until you run away from your abusive husband. Cillian takes your case against him.

Parts: 1; 2

THE LAW STUDENT (AU UNIVERSE)

Summary: Cillian is a young law student before he drops out to pursue his acting career and you are his law professor.

Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9

SMUT/NO PLOT:

THE PRICE OF FAME (DARK SMUT FIC)

Summary: Cillian is the executive producer of a movie you work on. He pressures you to have sex with him.

Part: 1; 2; 3

THE BASEMENT (DARK SMUT FIC)

Summary: You are a fan of Cillian and allow him to chain you up and use you in his basement.

Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5

THE BABYSITTER (DARK SMUT FIC)

Summary: You are an 18-year old babysitter for the Murphys and Cillian pays you to have sex with him.

Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6

USE ME

Summary: You are a young actress who has a crush on Cillian. You become his little minx, just for fun, after he takes your virginity.

Parts: One; Two; Three

THE BABYSITTER CHRONICLES

Summary: Less romance and more Smut is the motto of this fic where the Reader starts a secret but purely sexual relationship with Cillian, who is also the father of the children she babysits. Expect slow and irregular updates. It is a Smut Series.

Parts: One, Two

DADDY ISSUES

Summary: Following a threesome, you become Cillian’s sugar baby...

Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6

EMMETT (THE FUTURE)

Parts: 1; 2; 3

ONE SHOTS (REQUESTS CLOSED)

The Assistant

Locked Down

The Mile High Club

Welcome Back

Noise Complaint

First Time for Everything

Sex Tape

Kinky Co Star

Reception Quickie

Lets Get Kinky

Teacher’s Pet

Birthday Present

Three O’Clock

Making Babies

Out of Character

Yes, Mr Murphy!

The Time in the Dunes

A Friend with Benefits

The Donor

Massage at Night

Fanfiction

Perfect Hands

Just Hands

Birthday Girl

Fun in the Car

The Escort

The Kitchen Counter

Dad’s Friend

Birthday Party

Car Ride

Yes Daddy

Playtime

Birthday Morning

Hide and Seek (DDLG)

His Little Girl (DDLG)

Casting Couch (Dub-Con)

COMPLETED/DISCONTINUED FICS

#cillian murphy #Cillian Murphy x Reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy imagine #cillianmurphy #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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Resurrection: Chapter Four

Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

Something sinister has plagued Beacon Hills and the Pack must figure out the reason for the mysterious sacrifices around town - before one of their own becomes a victim.

warnings: dark themes containing – blood, murder, violence, description of dead bodies + more

word count: 3.1K+

Resurrection Masterlist

series themes: angst w/ spots of fluff (if you squint)

Chapter Four: Virgin

Beacon Hills Chronicles: THIRD BODY FOUND IN PRESERVE; Sheriff's department search for killer as cities panic rises. Victims identities are still unknown to the public.

Stiles rushed back into his bedroom with a pile of fresh clothes in his hand. He could hear the shower running in his bathroom as a sign you were still inside. He placed the clothes down on the end of his bed and walked towards the door before knocking twice.

"I have clothes out for you, uh...t-take your time, ok?" Stiles spoke through the door, listening closely for a response. But he didn't hear one, leaving after a few long moments of silence.

He didn't take it personally. Stiles knew that you had to be in shock after everything and waking this morning in the middle of the woods. Alone and naked. When you'd called him in the morning with your voice holding nothing but panic, Stiles didn't think twice as he rushed to you. It wasn't till he was pulling out of his driveway that he even thought of calling Scott.

With Scott having your scent it didn't take long for the two boys to find you. And the scene they walked upon was a scene that Stiles was never going to forget. The ritual left behind with a dead girl laid out on the altar with her chest cavity cracked open.

The sound that came out of Stiles when he cried out your name was a sound he'd never heard before. But he knew that it was nothing but pure fear and panic. He heard his name coming from behind a bush with a meek voice, but even with it being soft, he knew it was you.

"Did you bring the blanket?" You asked with a shaky voice, huddled tightly into yourself as you hid behind the bush.

"Y-Yeah," Stiles quickly unfolded the blanket that was in his hands, holding it out and closing his eyes so you could step into it. But neither he nor Scott missed the blood that covered your hands and worked up your forearms.

No one spoke the entire drive back to Stiles' home knowing that the Sherrif wasn't going to be there. Especially after he had Malia call in an anonymous tip about the body they'd left behind in the preserve.

Stiles closed his bedroom door and headed back down towards the lower level of the home where he'd left Scott waiting. Lydia and the rest of the pack were still at school but they both made sure to let them know they'd found you. Stiles still felt like his heart was going to come out of his throat. That fear he felt from the moment you called still moving through his body.

"Is she ok?" Scott asked the moment Stiles' tall and lanky frame filled the doorway of the kitchen.

Stiles shook his head, "I don't know. S-She didn't respond when I dropped the clothes off. But, do you blame her?"

"I don't understand how she was left alive but the other girl was dead," Scott spoke, rubbing his hand over his face.

"I don't either. Maybe they got interrupted? Or planned to keep her there for tonight?" Stiles began to pace as his mind raced with possible theories, "Either way she got away and that could only mean the killer is going to come back for her...no?"

"We're gonna keep an eye on her," Scott spoke with determination. "She's not getting away from us this time."

Before Stiles could say another word he could hear the shower turn off above him. A heavy silence seemed to fill the house as the two stood there and waited for their other friend to come down.

You held the towel tightly around your body as you walked into Stile's bedroom, seeing the clothes he'd left you on his bed. Even after standing in the hot shower till the water turned cold, your body still shivered with a chill you couldn't shake. You slipped the hoodie and sweatpants Stiles left for you on and felt comfort as you were surrounded by his musky scent.

You winced slightly as it felt like someone was tightening their hold around your neck and pressure started in your head. And that's when felt her, a cold presence that seemed to hover right behind you. A small whimper left your lips as you moved to leave the bedroom quickly but felt like someone tugged you back.

"Don't run from me now, girl." Her chilling voice spoke but sounded like it was coming from within your head.

"Please...Geillis..." You whimpered, voice coming out choked as the tightness at the back continued.

"I just had to come and make sure those memories from last night were still locked away...can't have a certain alpha figuring out what you were really doing in those woods."

Stiles moved up the stairs towards his bedroom when you didn't come down after a while. He began to worry and left Scott in the kitchen to come and check on you. But the moment he stepped outside his bedroom, he heard a voice. Your voice specifically.

You were talking to yourself.

His brows pinched together in confusion as he moved to open the door, but found that it wouldn't budge. Stiles tried again. Nothing.

"Y/N?" He spoke, smacking his hand against the door "Why'd you lock the door?"

Stiles continued to fight and budge with the door as your voice became more frantic and panicked on the other side. He couldn't make out what you were saying.

"Y/N?!" Stiles shouted louder, fighting with the door more and more. He continued to call out your name to get you to open the door. But you never came.

It wasn't till the door popped open after what felt like forever. But the scene that Stiles stumbled into wasn't what he was expecting. You sat on the edge of his bed, dressed in his clothes, completely fine. Well, not in distress like he swore that he heard.

"Stiles?" You looked towards him confused "You ok?"

Stiles's brown eyes looked towards you with a mix of emotions you weren't able to pin down a single one. His eyes moved and searched along your face like he was trying to find something wrong. It only made you more confused.

"Stiles?" You called out again, moving to stand from the bed and place a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you open the door?" Your touch seemed to snap him out of whatever small trance he was in.

"Door? I didn't hear you knocking, I was just finishing getting change."

"What? No, Y/N, I was banging on the door for like five minutes cause it wouldn't open." Stiles tried to explain

You slowly shook your head with your lips slightly pursed, "I didn't hear any of that...sorry."

You went to walk past him and head out of his bedroom, but Stiles grabbed around your bicep to stop you. His tall frame loomed over you slightly as he stared down at you.

"Who were you talking to?" He asked, his voice calmer than it was seconds ago. "I could hear you talking in here with someone."

"I think you're hearing things, Sti. I wasn't talking to anyone." You spoke, before pulling your arm from his hold. "Now come on, let's go and talk with Scott and figure out what the fuck is going on."

Stiles stood there for a moment trying to piece together everything that just happened before him. He couldn't swear that the door was locked or being forced shut by something - along with hearing you speaking with someone. His eyes looked back into his bedroom and saw that everything was how it was before. Nothing was out of place.

"What the fuck," He muttered to himself before turning on his heel and heading downstairs again.

You sat huddled on the couch in the living room as one by one the rest of the Pack arrived at the Stilinski house. And you were really starting to hate how every single person gave you a look of pity. You hated it. Nothing made you feel worse than feeling helpless and like you needed saving.

"Alright, so now that we have a third we really need to crack down on the reason that we think these sacrifices are happening," Scott started the meeting, watching as you seemed to pull your knees tighter to your chest. "And after finding Y/N the need is becoming a little more urgent."

"Think that the killer tried to sacrifice her last night?" Malia asked bluntly.

"If she was meant to be a sacrifice why wouldn't they have killed her last night? Why keep her alive?" Liam asked quickly after.

"She is sitting right here," You spoke with a clip of anger in your voice.

"Sorry," Liam whispered softly, as Stiles moved closer to you and wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders.

"We don't mean to speak as if you're not here," Scott spoke after a long moment of silence. "But we can't ignore the fact that you were found where the last victim was killed."

"I know...I know..." You reached and ran your fingers through your hair, tugging slightly in frustration. "But I don't remember who took me, I don't know how I got there. I don't even know how I left school. The last thing that I can remember is walking into school with Stiles and nothing else."

"Deaton told us about what this ritual could be used for, and how there need to be four victims to complete it," Lydia spoke, looking up towards everyone. "I looked more into the ritual and tried to do some digging in to see what the lore around it could be. The All-Father is thought to be the god of the end."

"The end?" Malia asked, "As in the end of the world?"

Lydia shrugged "It didn't really say what end it's really referring to, there isn't a lot of information about it out there. Nothing of this ritual. But obviously, someone out there knows of the small information there is to know."

"Maybe we need to talk with Deaton more?" You whispered

"I'll stay here with Y/N," Scott spoke up. "Stiles, Lydia why don't you go and meet with Deaton, see if he has something that can be more useful? Malia and Liam, scope out the preserve and see if you can catch a scent on anything."

As everyone moved to leave, Stiles hesitated from his spot on the couch beside you. He watched as you fidgeted with the sleeves of the sweatshirt he'd given you, pulling the sleeves further and further down your body.

"I can stay here instead..." Stiles spoke looking towards you.

"No...no, you should go." You spoke without even shooting a glance at him. Instead, your body shivered as another chill ran through you. "Scott will be here...should go with Lydia."

"Y/N?" Stiles reached up and tenderly touched your cheek, making your eyes meet with his. He quickly noticed the deep bag under your eyes and how your lips looked nearly purple. His thumb stroked along your cheek and could feel the cold temp of your skin. "Are you sure that you're ok?"

"Y-Yeah, just...I think I'm in shock?" You shrugged "I mean, I spent the night naked in the woods without knowing who took me, and might be the final sacrifice for a ritual that could bring the end of the world."

Stiles could hear the hint of sarcasm within your tone and that made his lips turn up slightly with a smile. Showing him a small sign of your usual self.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, understand?" Stiles spoke.

You nodded your head and leaned into his touch slightly before moving to wrap your arms around him. Stiles froze for a moment and held you tightly as you buried your face into his neck. He felt your body relax into his touch along with the shiver that seemed to move through your body.

"We're gonna get through this," Stiles whispered so only you could hear.

Stiles looked back towards the house as he walked towards his jeep, Lydia already sitting in the passenger seat. He could see you through the window still sitting on the couch, bundled into yourself, and it made him want nothing more than to go back inside. It was like something was pulling him back to you and telling him not to leave you.

"Come on, Stiles. She's going to be ok." Lydia called out, leaning out of the open window slightly to speak at him.

He sighed heavily, before turning and walking towards the Jeep and getting inside. "I can't help but feel I shouldn't be leaving her."

Stiles started the car as he spoke, pulling out of the drive, and heading towards the vet clinic.

"Scott isn't going to let anything happen to her," Lydia spoke

"That's not what I'm worried about. I know Scott will protect her, but there is just something...I don't know." Stiles sighed heavily "She wasn't acting like herself earlier."

Lydia looked at him confused "What do you mean?"

"There was a point that I went to go and check on her, and I swear she was talking to someone...or maybe herself. I don't know, but I couldn't get into the room. It was blocked or being held by something."

"What did she say?"

"She didn't hear anything and said she was just getting dressed. But something was off. I know what I heard, Lydia"

"Sure you're not just panicked cause you're in love with her and this morning scared you?"

Stiles turned into the parking lot, turning off the car before turning towards her, "W-What?"

"Oh come on, Stiles. I'm not stupid, you're in love with Y/N." Lydia shrugged her shoulders, "Everyone knows it, except maybe Y/N. But that might be why you're worried more than the others. We all care for her, but not on a level that you do."

"Maybe you're right," Stiles muttered

"It's not a bad thing, Stiles. I think it's cute. But we're going to figure this out."

You headed up towards the bathroom as Scott stayed sitting on the couch, a movie playing on the screen. Neither of you was really paying attention or watching. Your minds wandered off to other things as the stress of everything loomed over your heads. You closed the bathroom door behind you and turned on the water and splashed it over your face a few times.

You tried to work your fingers along your neck to work the knot that seemed to be forming out. But when you looked back up into the mirror, a scream came from you, when you saw that your reflection wasn't looking back at you. It was Geillis.

"So it is for the end of the world," Lydia stated, walking to Stiles to show the text in the book she was reading, as he worked for the board in front of him. His random scribblings and notes marked the boards along with photos and files.

"Fuck," He spoke and took the book from Lydia's hand. "Why would this person want the end of the world to come?"

"It's believed the All-Father would save his worshippers while having the rest of the world end in hellfire." Deaton spoke, quoting a text in front of him.

"Well, that answers that question," Stiles muttered and went to write it across the board. "But why the girls? Why Y/N?"

The three of them fell into another episode of silence as they went back to searching through the books and other evidence pieces they had. Minutes passed before Stiles spoke up again;

"Virgins," He spoke, nearly jumping out of the seat he was in as the reasoning became more clear. "The girls were virgins. 'The All-Father seeks that of pure blood to rise again and bring forth his rule,'"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "What is up with Pagans and the want for virgins. It was the same thing when we dealt with the Darach."

"Also says here that the Pagan will require a host." Stiles spoke looking confused, "A host? For what?"

"I don't know how I didn't see it before," Deaton spoke standing and walking towards Stiles, taking the book from his hand. "It makes sense, and I can't believe I didn't realize it."

"Realize what?" Stiles asked.

"The Pagans of this caliber would be from the 1700s. With the little information out there, I don't think anyone would be able to find this nor execute it. To pull this ritual off would is in need of intimate detail of the entire ritual, with no mistakes."

"So when it says host...it means using someone else for the rituals?"

Deaton nodded, "Exactly, Lydia. Meaning possession."

Stiles' eyes widened and looked towards the board and quickly his brain began to put the pieces together. It was like now with the final information everything was becoming more clear and falling into place.

"Stiles....is Y/N a virgin?" Lydia whispered, stepping towards him so only he would hear.

"I-I...I think so. She hasn't really dated anyone since the summer before freshman year, and I don't think they got past kissing."

"What if she's not a sacrifice, but a host?" Lydia asked looking between them both. "Think about...the blackouts, the spotting in her memory, we found her at the site of the last killing and she was covered in blood but no markings. Nor were there any signs she was being used for the ritual. Every other girl ends up dead, but for some reason, she's left alive?"

Stiles felt like a lead ball was dropped into his gut. Lydia made sense, and that frightened him.

"We need to call Scott," Stiles muttered, searching his pockets quickly for his phone before calling up Scott.

He answered on the second ring.

"You guys find something?" Scott spoke

"Where is Y/N?" Stiles rushed out, his panic becoming more evident in his voice.

"Y/N?" Scott asked, "Uh...in the bathroom, why?"

"I need you to make sure, Scott."

Stiles waited with bated breath and felt like he was going to pass out as he heard his friend move through his home through the phone. Scott called your name out a few times but was only welcomed with silence. The more and more as time passed Stiles felt that urge once again to go to you.

"Somethings wrong," Lydia whispered softly, drawing Stiles' attention to her.

"Wrong? Wrong like how?"

Lydia winced and heard the ringing in her ear once again, "I-I can't understand the voices, they are all talking too fast and all at once."

"Stiles..." Scott spoke from the phone, "She's not here. Y/N is gone."

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Summary: Seungmin has been busy with his schedules, and being away from you so much is making him miserable. Unfortunately, you both need to sleep, so you find a compromise.

Yang Jeongin

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Kim Hongjoong

Kinktober ‘23 - Exhibitionism + Voyeurism (Ft. Park Seonghwa)

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Kinktober 2023

Summary: Hongjoong has the most pathetic obsession with his roommate's partner, and they aren't making it any easier to get over them. Little does he know, they love having his attention just as much as he loves giving it

Park Seonghwa

Kinktober ‘23 - Exhibitionism + Voyeurism (Ft. Kim Hongjoong)

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Kinktober 2023

Jeong Yunho

Kinktober ‘23 - Getting Caught (Ft. Choi San)

Genre: Smut (18+), Kinktober 2023

Summary: San gets needy before dance practice with the boys, so you decide to help him out

Kang Yeosang

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Choi San

Kinktober ‘23 - Getting Caught (Ft. Jeong Yunho)

Genre: Smut (18+), Kinktober 2023

Summary: San gets needy before dance practice with the boys, so you decide to help him out

Song Mingi

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Jung Wooyoung

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Choi Jongho

The Terrifying Ordeal of Being Known

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Summary: Jongho subjects Y/N to the terrifying ordeal of being known. They love every second of it.

Choi Seungcheol

Kinktober ‘23 - Breeding

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Kinktober 2023

Summary: You and Cheol had talked plenty about the future, but nothing could have prepared you to see his huge frame cradling a tiny baby and the absolute reaction you'd have to it

Yoon Jeonghan

Kinktober ‘23 - Mommy Kink

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Kinktober 2023

Summary: A conversation with your friends leads to a slip up during an intimate moment with Jeonghan, and he’s determined to hold it over your head, not that you mind one bit

Joshua Hong

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Wen Junhui

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Kwon Soonyoung

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Jeon Wonwoo

Kinktober ‘23 - Scent Kink

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Kinktober 2023

Summary: Wonwoo has been away from home for too long, and the only thing that can make you feel like he's close to you is wrapping yourself in his scent

Lee Jihoon

Kinktober ‘23: Thigh Riding

Genre: Smut(18+ ONLY)

Summary: When Pledis brought in another producer to help with Woozi's workload, his ability to focus began to wane. Luckily for him, she noticed it too.

Lee Seokmin

Kinktober ‘23 - Praise Kink

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Kinktober 2023, Fluff

Summary: Seokmin just really wants to show you how much you mean to him

Kim Mingyu

Kinktober ‘23 - Strength/Size Kink

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers

Summary: A simple movie night leads to Mingyu discovering something interesting about his best friend, and the lines between friendship and more start to blur

Xu Minghao

Kinktober ‘23 - Body Modification

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Kinktober 2023

Summary: A drunken confession to your best friends leads to you getting a tattoo from the prettiest man you’ve ever seen, and a loud mouthed best friend gets you a little more than you bargained for

Boo Seungkwan

Kinktober ‘23 - Bondage

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Camboy AU, Roommates to Lovers, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Seungkwan is a camboy and after months of trying, he invites you, his best friend, to help him spice up one of his streams

Vernon Chwe

Kinktober ‘23: Thigh Fucking

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Fluff, Established Relationship, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Vernon is very much in love with you. He's also very much in love with the way your thighs look in that dress

Lee Chan

Kinktober ‘23 - Somnophilia

Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Hurt/Comfort, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Chan's schedules are keeping him away from you, and he craves closeness more than he ever has before. Luckily for him, you're always so eager to give him what he needs

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blindingdutchy · 3 years

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lamentation | TEN

{peter parker x fem!reader AU}

based on All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

SERIES MASTERLIST

word count: 5,978

warnings: SMUT. fluff. explicit warnings below divide.

Note: for clarity, I want to explain that Thanos in this AU never succeeded to do the snap. The blip never happened. Tony is alive, and Morgan is only two years old.

18+!!! minors stay away!

warnings: loss of virginity. Peter + reader are 18! fluffy/awkward/silly first time. smut will be marked before and after if you would like to skip. (divider found here. the url is no longer active, if you know their current tag please share!)

"Alright, time to break out the big guns."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, turning to look at Peter who was typing furiously on his phone behind his book to avoid being caught by Ms. Lovell. Trying to sneak a peak at what he was so focused on, you leaned closer only to huff as he pulled his phone out of view. "What are you talking about?" you questioned.

Peter continued typing, his tongue poking through his thin lips in concentration. You were growing impatient to know what was going on, but then you noticed the teacher staring at him suspiciously and kicked his chair. "Hey!" he pouted, glaring at you only to pale at the sight of Ms. Lovell clicking across the floor toward him on her heels.

She approached with a quirked brow, looking down at the blank notebooks before you with pursed lips as she mused, "Everything alright here? I certainly hope you're not wasting your last opportunity to work on your speeches in class."

You shared a sheepish smile with Peter. In fact, you were wasting the class because you still had yet to agree on a stance to take. Yet, with the best confidence you could muster, you replied, "Of course not!"

Ms. Lovell hummed under her breathe distastefully, clearly not buying it, but she turned and stalked back to her desk nonetheless. Peter let out a quiet gasp of relief and discreetly dropped his phone back into his bag, turning to you with a bitten smile. You, however, were still blushing like crazy and burying your face behind your book to avoid the curious stares of all your classmates.

The semester was drawing to a close at the end of the month, which meant a few things. Firstly, it meant that you'd been dating Peter for three months. Secondly, your speech was due to be presented in roughly three weeks. And, thirdly, the two of you were no closer to settling the deal you'd made than you'd been the day you made it.

It wasn't for lack of trying on Peter's part. Oh boy, did he try, and try, and try again to sway your opinion on the Avengers. Nearly every day he'd show you some article on whatever recent thing one of the heroes had done to make the world a better place, only to pout when you'd pull up three more articles chronicling the chaos they'd caused in the process.

At the very least, though, he had never tried to "take you" with him on his patrol again. He'd also been making an extremely conscious effort to cause no damage during his missions, and you definitely did take that into account. His actions, though, didn't change those of his colleagues.

Time was running out, though. He'd grown a little desperate over the past week, and you had to admit you felt more than a little guilty with how disappointed he'd get after everything he showed you failed to change your mind. He had, in a way, changed your mind... just not enough to get you to suddenly be the next Avengers mega-fan.

He'd shown you more than enough that he and all his counterparts do quite a lot for the greater good. They did things with good intentions and you could respect that, but that didn't mean you couldn't acknowledge that sometimes intentions weren't enough. You also just started acknowledging that maybe they weren't awful people, though.

"No more beating around the bush, (Y/N)," Peter grumbled, catching your attention again, "I didn't want to play dirty like this, but you've left me no choice."

Staring at him in bewilderment, you couldn't help but to grow a little nervous at the degree of determination on his face. "What do you mean?" you questioned again, blinking at him with wide eyes.

Peter put on his best no-nonsense face, one that usually made you giggle at how non-threatening it was, and stated, "You're going to dinner with me. Tonight."

You blanched, biting back a chuckle. What the hell was he talking about? Why was he being so serious, scaring you slightly, just to ask you on a date? But, then he continued, "At Tony Stark's house."

"Oh."

Now his intensity made sense, and you shifted in your seat uncomfortably. "Peter, I don't know if that's such a--"

"You agreed to give me a chance, (Y/N). Maybe facing him, finally getting the chance to tell him your piece and hear his, will help you." he interrupted, and you closed your mouth with a tick of your jaw. "If you can't handle it, we'll leave. But just... please, try it? For me?"

The refusal was right at the tip of your tongue. So badly you wanted to say no, to throw a fit and have a tantrum fit for a child so you could get your way, but you couldn't. You couldn't bring yourself to say no as you looked at him, the brown-eyed-boy you'd grown to love over the past four months. How could you, when he blinked at you so desperately?

Beyond that, you had to admit he had a point. Maybe he was right. Maybe, if you could just say all the things you'd been bottling up for seventeen months to the man who'd caused your pain, you'd feel better. It could be cathartic, at the very least.

And, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to hear whatever Tony Stark had to say. No longer were you bridled with hatred for him. You weren't a fan, nor did you think you ever would be, but you didn't hate him at least. There wasn't much that he could say to you that would make things right, if there was anything at all, but that didn't mean you couldn't give him a chance to try.

So, you said yes. It wasn't just for Peter's sake either, but for your own as well. You'd made so much progress over the past few months, and in your heart you truly felt ready to take this on. You felt ready to face your demons, once and for all, and hopefully come away from it feeling better than before.

The excited grin on Peter's face was just a bonus.

You weren't exactly sure where Tony Stark lived, or how you were supposed to get there, but you certainly hadn't expected Peter to show up in a sleek, black car with a rather grumpy looking man. Glancing at him curiously, Peter leaned close to you and whispered, "That's Happy."

The two of you settled into the backseat and Happy shot you both a stern glare before shutting the divider between the seats, effectively blocking you out entirely. Peter was the first to chuckle, and you followed suit. Before you knew it, the two of you were laughing so hard that Happy rolled the divider back down with another glare that only made you laugh harder.

The ride was long, but it felt like mere minutes later the car was rolling to a stop outside a lakefront cabin deep in the woods. Maybe that was just due to you and Peter laughing over Happy's antics, or due to your nerves over meeting the Tony Stark, but either way you got out of the car with trembling fingers and sweaty palms. You wiped your hands on your dress uncomfortably, and sheepishly smiled at Peter who clasped one in his own hand.

"There's nothing to be scared of, baby." he soothed you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand before leading you toward the house, "It's just dinner."

Just dinner with the man who'd accidentally killed your sister. The thought gave you pause, and you squeezed Peter's hand tightly as you realized that perhaps he'd changed your mind more than he and even you had realized yourself. Never before had you considered her death to be an accident, but now you knew that on a deeper level you could accept that it was.

The door opened before Peter could knock, a toddler wobbling out on shaky legs with a cheeky grin and grabby hands that reduced Peter to baby talk. "Mo!" he cooed, dropping your hand and reaching down for the little girl who toddled up to him with a cheerful gurgle of delight.

In the doorway stood the infamous Pepper Potts, smiling kindly at you as your mouth ran dry and suddenly the English language escaped you entirely. Starstruck wasn't even the right word to describe the sensation--you were in awe, and equally as terrified. What if she knew who you were, how you felt, and hated you for it?

"You must be (Y/N)," she greeted, and you nodded hesitantly, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Pepper! Peter never shuts up about you."

She was laughing as she said it, and you felt your face heat up a few thousand degrees at the revelation. You reached out to shake her hand, but she pulled you into a soft hug that somehow relaxed you in an instant. "It's nice to meet you, too." you greeted timidly.

Peter crashed into the moment as he ran up with the little girl held above his head, screeching airplane noises before he skidded to a stop beside you. "Hey, Mrs. Stark! What's for dinner?" he asked, and you wondered when Pepper and Tony had gotten married before shaking your head because it was none of your business.

Pepper rolled her eyes despite the loving grin on her face, her hands reaching up to swipe a pouting child away from Peter, "Pizza. Tony is inside." Peter kissed her on the cheek before bounding inside, to which Pepper let out an exasperated laugh, "Morgan, did Peter introduce you to (Y/N)?"

Morgan shook her head no and hid her face in Pepper's hair shyly, peeking up at you with doe-eyes as she tried to babble your name, only to butcher it in the cutest way. "Petey plane?" she asked, straining to get out of her mother's arms only to pout when Pepper refused to put her down.

"You can play with Peter after dinner, okay?"

To say that dinner was awkward would be an understatement. You'd never seen Tony Stark appear to be nervous in your entire life, and yet he'd knocked over a glass of water, stammered over everything he tried to say, and eventually settled into a tense silence. It felt arrogant to assume he was so flustered because of you, but with all the apprehensive and disconcerted glances he shot your way throughout the meal, you knew it was the correct one.

You weren't much better, either. You knocked a plate onto the floor and shattered it when you accidentally bumped it trying to set the table, and you definitely chugged approximately five glasses of water just to keep yourself busy. In doing so, you'd had to excuse yourself from the table three separate times to go to the bathroom, and on one of those trips you stumbled and knocked your chair over. Morgan found it funny, at least.

After everyone had eaten, and far too many moments of awkward silence had passed, Pepper clapped her hands and called out, "Peter, have you seen Morgan's new swing?"

Morgan squealed at the word swing, clapping her pizza-sauce hands excitedly and spraying a few drops of the sticky red paste all over the room. "Sing! Petey sing with me?" she cheered.

If no progress was made tonight, at least you had gotten the opportunity to feel your hormones kick into overdrive at the sight of Peter with Morgan. There was something about the way he handled her that was just so... domestic. It really made you feel some type of way.

Peter stood up with a laugh, and Pepper was close behind with a napkin to wipe Morgan's face and hands off. "Tony, why don't you clear the table and then show (Y/N) around?" she asked, though there was no sense of question in her tone.

Immediately, both you and Tony turned to face your respective partners with wide eyes and not-so-subtle shakes of your heads. You glared at Peter fiercely, but he just nodded at you encouragingly and shot you a thumbs up as he backed out of the room. Morgan squealed and ran off the moment her feet touched the floor, and Pepper followed leaving the two of you alone at last.

The silence was palpable as Tony cleared his throat and began clearing the table, and you found yourself helping just to keep yourself from looking awkward. Your mind was spinning with a million doubts. What if he didn't care? What if he thought you were being childish for not getting over it already?

What if he didn't even remember you at all?

As he closed the dish washer, Tony finally sighed and spoke up, "I'm sorry, kid."

You weren't sure why the emotion hit you so suddenly, but the moment you heard those words your eyes brimmed with tears and you bit your cheek to keep from whimpering. "I know that's not worth a damn thing in the grand scheme of things, but I am. I'm so incredibly sorry." he continued, and the dam in your eyes gave way as a few tears leaked down your cheeks.

"Do you remember her? Me?"

Tony gripped the counter tightly in his hands as he leaned against it, looking you in the eye as he said, "I could never forget. I kept up with your family for months after the incident... Peter didn't have to say a word about you for me to know who you were. I could never forget her, or you, or any other person who--who died because of me."

A choked sob escaped you as he answered your unspoken question of whether he only remembered you because Peter had told him about you. "Why didn't you help us?" you rasped, sniffing and wiping your cheeks as you stared at him. Tony's own eyes were reddened and his posture was stiff, his jaw clenching and unclenching as you realized he too was holding back tears.

He took a long time to answer, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he struggled to think of the right words to say. A part of you was suspicious that maybe there was no answer, but you couldn't blame him for that. Was there an answer for such a question?

You were thankful, at least, that he was taking care to formulate his words properly before saying them. Tony wasn't exactly known for thinking before he spoke, something that had gotten him into trouble quite a lot, but with you he was doing his best to be mindful. It was strange to see him struggle so much to find the words.

"Honest answer? I don't know." he finally stated, continuing before you could interrupt, "There is no reason that would justify or explain why I didn't help. Call it selfishness, ignorance, or just bad behavior--nothing I could say would change how you feel about what happened, and it shouldn't. I did a horrible thing by not helping you."

Surprisingly, you appreciated the honesty. Somehow it felt good to know that he didn't have an answer, and didn't try to make excuses to justify his actions. He knew it was a bad choice, he knew it was wrong, and he accepted it as that with no attempt to gain sympathy. You realized then that he was right--nothing he could have said would ever change how you felt about it.

You took a deep breathe before speaking, "For a long time I blamed myself, more than I blamed you." Tony frowned, but remained silent as you continued, "I blamed myself because it was my decision to go to that park. I was the one who froze instead of running, and I was the one who made her run back into danger to save me."

"I blamed you for the building falling, but I blamed me for putting her in harm's way in the first place." your voice was shaky, but you kept going, "Peter... Peter's made me see a lot of things differently, half the time without even trying. Like today, I thought to myself that it was an accident, and I don't know when I started thinking that. It was, though, wasn't it? It was an accident."

Tony blinked at you, clearly not expecting you to not lash out at him, and stammered, "He's a good kid."

You chewed on your lip as you tentatively reached out and grabbed his hand, "I don't blame you anymore, and I don't know if I ever really did. It still hurts, and I don't know when I'll be able to forgive you for not helping, but I don't blame you for what happened to her. You shouldn't blame yourself, either, just like I shouldn't blame myself."

The two of you embraced in a tearful hug after that, and only broke apart at the sound of Morgan's excited squeal, "Goop hug!"

Peter and you left the house long after the sun had set, settling into the backseat of Happy's car in a comfortable silence. He hadn't said a word about it, but you could see just how happy he was with how the night had gone by the unrestrained grin he just couldn't keep off of his face. You'd spent a long while playing with him and Morgan, before you all played a couple versus couple game of charades, and now you were beat.

Peter walked you to your door with your hand clasped tightly in his, swinging it gently as you watched Happy drive off. "Don't you need a ride--"

"I told him I'd swing home," Peter interrupted you, "didn't want him to see me kiss you. I'd never hear the end of it."

You chuckled, grinning at him sleepily as he pulled you into a hug. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you whispered, "You won."

"Hm?"

"The deal, Pete," you giggled, "I'll do the speech in favor of the Avengers."

Peter backed away from you in a flash, beaming from ear to ear and practically jumping with excitement as he yelped, "You really mean that?" When you nodded, he cheered, "I fucking love you."

The two of you froze as his words hung in the air. That was the first time either of you had ever said those three, or four in Peter's case, words. He looked down at you with wide, panicking eyes, and a slow blush blossomed over your cheeks as you quipped, "I fucking love you too, Peter."

Glancing between you and your still, dark house, Peter asked, "Stay out a little longer?" The moment you nodded, he swept you off your feet and shot a web that carried you both through the air and had you gasping in shock. "Hold on tight!"

He swung you all the way from your neighborhood and into the city, where he really picked up the pace and you found yourself burying your face in his chest to keep from screaming in terror. As much as it was exciting, and rather nice to be held by him, the danger of the situation was a bit too much to let go. Plus, he wasn't in his suit which meant he was taking sharp turns down narrower, darker streets with nobody on them--each sudden turn making your head spin and your gut plummet in fright.

Eventually, though, he finally stumbled to a halt in a dark alley and laughed at how desperately you continued to cling onto him. "Baby, you can let go now." he joked, and you shakily put your feet back onto the ground. "Not a fan?"

"Not particularly." you huffed, looking around curiously until he used another web to slide down a fire escape ladder. "Where are we?"

He started climbing and grinned at you, "My apartment."

As you followed him up the ladder, you couldn't help but to think of how far you'd traveled in a matter of minutes. No wonder you'd been so scared--he'd turned a thirty minute trip into barely five minutes! You kept your mouth shut despite how much you wanted to call him crazy, not willing to ruin the good mood he was in.

The moment you climbed into his room and shut the window behind you, Peter was pushing you against the wall and moulding his lips feverishly against yours. You gasped at how harshly he pressed against your body, and he seized the opportunity to deepen his kiss until you felt breathless. Pushing him away slightly, you mumbled against his lips, "Pete, what about May?"

He paused for a second, his lips ghosting over yours and his soft puffs of breathe fanning over your face as he listened for any sound in the apartment. Lips twitching up into a pleased smile, he hummed, "She must be out. I don't hear her heartbeat."

That gave you pause, and you gaped at the boy before you. "You--you can hear people's heartbeats?"

Peter brushed his lips over yours in a barely there kiss, and suddenly you were incredibly aware of just how easily he made your heart race in your chest. "I can, and yours is going crazy, baby." he whispered. When you blushed and looked away bashfully, Peter grabbed your hand and put it to his chest so you could feel his own heart thudding rapidly into your palm, "Mine always does that around you."

Feeling how his own heart raced to mirror your own, your stomach roared to life with butterflies that made your knees weak. "I love you." you breathed, and before he could say it back you pulled his face down to meet your own. His lips were familiar to you now, and yet something about this kiss was so foreign to you. Never before had you felt such intense passion and heat in his embrace.

His lips moved with yours, sucking the air from your lungs and leaving your head spinning, but you didn't pull away. Peter did, and trailed his lips down your jaw in searing kisses that had you subconsciously tilting your head back and begging for more. "I love you, (Y/N)." he mouthed against the soft, untouched skin of your throat.

Peter sucked gently at the hollow behind your ear, and you gasped. The two of you had made out plenty of times, but he'd never left a mark on your skin before. Feeling it now, though, the way his lips pulled and soothed at your tender skin made you clench your fists around his shirt and whine quietly under your breathe.

He kept going, dragging his wet lips sloppily against your neck until he found your collarbone. "Pete--" you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as his tongue dipped along the hollow and made you tremble. "Pete, I want you."

He pulled away hesitantly, looking down at you with nervous eyes and a small blush on his cheeks. "I've... I've never actually, you know, done it before." he mumbled, speaking so quietly you could barely hear him. "I'm a virgin."

"So am I." you whispered back, "I want to--I want to do it with you. I want to have sex with you."

Peter's face flushed a deep red, and so did yours. It felt awkward to say it out loud like that, but you figured if you were ready to have sex, then you should be ready to say the word sex. He swallowed thickly, "I want to have sex with you too."

The two of you stared at each other for a long moment, blushing and unsure of how to proceed now that your intentions were made clear. Finally, after chewing at your cheek bashfully, you cracked a smile and giggled. It was too serious, and there was no reason for that.

"Should we lay down?" Peter asked, and you laughed a little louder, "Okay, why are you laughing at me?"

You did your best to contain yourself as he whined at you in embarrassment, but you couldn't hold back from laughing again as you sputtered, "Sorry! Sorry, it's just, this is so awkward." He finally laughed too.

Eventually, after having spent a long while cuddling on his twin bed and just joking with each other, you kissed him again. This time you were relaxed, and just focusing on the way his hand gently came up to cup your cheek and tilt your head just right. His tongue deftly swept across your lip, and you hummed against his mouth in delight.

Peter tensed at the quiet sound, his fingers stilling against your cheek for a second before he rolled you on top of him. Your legs hugged his hips, and his hands grasped your thighs tightly enough to illicit a quiet squeak of surprise from you. His nose tickled your chin as he bumped it aside to mouth the column of your neck, sucking and soothing the flesh as you whimpered above him.

You could feel him pressing into you between your legs, and it made your belly tighten in nervous anticipation. "Do you have a condom?" you asked, and Peter nodded. Having the information you needed to continue, you rocked your hips over his and delighted in the soft whine that escaped his lips. The sound tickled your neck.

Peter pulled your face back down to meet his, rolling again so that he was hovering over top of you. Winding your fingers through his soft brown hair, curled after a long day of raking his hands through it, you wrapped your legs around his waist and sighed into his kiss pleasurably. He rocked into you again, just a little harder, and this time you felt his hardened length press into you just right.

It made you clench your legs around him, a moan escaping your lips and mixing with his own in a lewd song. Something about the noises sent the two of you into a frenzy, and you pulled frantically at the hem of his shirt until he yanked it over his head. "Your turn." he rasped, his voice throaty and thick with lust, and you were quick to lean up so he could help you pull your dress over your head.

"Shit, baby, you're so beautiful."

You flushed, bringing your arms up to cover your chest only to be stopped by Peter's hands. His fingers gently slipped the straps of your bra off your arms, sliding around to unclip it before pulling it away from your body slowly. It felt strange to be so exposed in front of someone, but there was nothing but love and desire in his eyes as he looked down at you with parted lips.

He bent down to place a kiss just below your clavicle, and you shivered. "Is this okay?" he asked, hesitantly sliding his warm hands up your body to cup your breasts in his palms. You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he softly squeezed them.

"Yes," you breathed, and Peter brushed his thumbs over your nipples timidly. "Please, do something, Peter."

His lips found solace in the crease beneath your right breast, sucking and grazing his teeth over the tender skin until you whined and arched your back from his bed. Peter's hips rolled into yours, and slowly picked up a steady rhythm that had you chasing after each movement and pulling at his hair in pleasure. You were covered in goosebumps in anticipation, loving the way he felt all pressed up against you.

You wanted to feel more of him, though. Tugging at his hair, you stretched to kiss his lips again as your hands slid down his back and pulled his body flush against yours. He was hot, almost swelteringly, but it felt so good with your bare chests pressed against one another. His fingers found the waistband of your underwear, and you eagerly lifted your hips into his so that he could tug them down your legs.

He pulled away from you, and you whined until you saw he was unbuttoning his own pants with shaking hands. "Peter, hey." you called, and he froze, looking down at you with his eyes blown wide with lust and nerves, "Do you want to do this? We can wait if you're not ready."

It felt a little late to be asking that when you were already laying on his bed completely bare, but you didn't want him to feel pressured. You were content to just fool around without ever going there, if he wasn't ready yet. Peter shook his head, though, and kissed you softly before continuing his movements, "I want this. Want you."

Shit, hearing him say he wanted you made you clench your legs together and bite your lip in anticipation. He hadn't even touched you yet, not really, and yet your stomach felt so tight you were pretty sure you'd burst at the first contact. So, you laid back and tried your best to control your breathing as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down his legs.

When he climbed back over you, his knee slipped and knocked your hip so hard you yelped. "Shit, shit, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I slipped--"

You shut him up with a kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist again and shuddering when you felt his entire body was bare and flush with your own. You took control this time, pulling at his lower lip with your teeth teasingly and gripping his shoulders tightly with your fingers as you bucked your hips up to meet his. Peter's length rolled over your bare core, and you hummed in time with his gasp.

"Touch me, Pete." you mumbled, and he shakily put his weight onto one arm to wind his other hand between your bodies. His fingers trailed over your skin agonizingly slowly, until they finally brushed over your heat and you bucked at the contact.

Apparently invigorated by your response, Peter more deftly swept his fingers through your slick folds until he brushed over your clit. "Yes!" you cried, and he rolled his fingers over you again until you moaned and dug your head further back into the pillow.

He was clumsy and awkward with his movements, mostly going off of the little sounds you made whenever he did something right, but you weren't exactly an expert either. Peter teased one finger at your entrance, and you peeled your eyes open to see him peering down at you curiously. When you nodded, he dipped inside and you groaned.

It felt strange, an odd mixture of pleasuring tingles and a dull ache, but you found your hips chasing after his fingers with every slow thrust. He explored you timidly, burying his face in your shoulder to hide how flustered he really was and sloppily mouthing at the crook of your neck. His finger curled, and you gasped making him pull back in shock.

Only, your eyes were clenched shut and you rocked against his hand in pleasure. He curled his finger again, and again, and after a few more thrusts you inhaled sharply and clenched around his digit before moaning so loud you worried the neighbors might hear. Your stomach was all clenched up and your thighs were quivering, and Peter's hand froze against your heat as you collapsed back onto his bed.

"Did you just--"

"Yes," you breathed, and Peter grinned, pleased with himself. "Condom?"

After Peter stumbled around his dark room to find the box he'd hidden away somewhere and retrieving one of the little foils, he climbed back onto his bed and sat back on his heels. You could tell he was nervous from how much his fingers fumbled with the wrapper, but you were just as nervous. What if he didn't enjoy it?

But once he hovered over you, eyes cast down so he could guide himself clumsily to your entrance, all those nerves washed away. This was Peter, and you loved him. You wanted to do this with him, and so what if it wasn't great? This was only your first time, and it was his too.

He pushed into you slowly, his eyes clenching shut as your mouth opened in a silent gasp of shock. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel very great either--it just felt strange. It felt like an intrusion, much like his finger had at first.

Peter's eyes opened, darkened with lust and desperation as he waited for you to tell him it was okay. "Is it too much?" he asked, and you shook your head, only to gasp as you felt him move deeper. "Fuck, you feel so good."

He was stretching you out, making you feel full in a way you never had before, and slowly that tight coil in your stomach started to wind itself up. "Move, Peter," you whimpered, "please, move."

Peter pulled back slowly, gently rocking forward into you again and you whined. He put his weight onto one arm as his other hand came down to grip your hip tightly, his fingers digging into you bruisingly tight but you didn't care at all. All you could focus on was the way the tight rope in your stomach was stretching, ready to snap at any moment.

His thrusts were slow and controlled, though you could feel them stutter each time his hips rutted into yours, and you knew he was probably close already. You could feel how much he was holding back, restraining himself to last longer. "Baby, I'm gonna--"

"It's okay." you whispered, pushing your lips up to catch his as he pushed into you again. His movements faltered, and his hips snapped forward into yours harshly making you yelp at the harsh thrust.

Peter groaned, his forehead dropping onto yours as you felt him twitch inside you, and you moaned at the feeling. "I'm sorry I didn't last very long." he muttered sheepishly, and you giggled. "Not funny."

You laughed a little more, running your fingers through his hair as you told him, "I guess we'll have to keep practicing." He smirked, though you could see the blush on his cheeks, and you added, "It was perfect, Peter."

He rolled off of you, flopping back onto the pillows beside you as you shuddered at the empty feeling he left behind. You busied yourself with finding your clothes while he disposed of the condom, and waited until he got dressed again before falling back onto his bed sleepily.

Peter put his hands on his hips and gave you a playful glare as he tsked, "Now, missy, shouldn't you be getting home?"

You stuck your tongue out at him teasingly, cuddling deeper into his blankets as you complained, "Just a little longer? I don't wanna go yet."

He curled up behind you, tucking your back into his chest as his arm draped over your waist. "I guess. Don't want to fall asleep, though, or your parents will kill us." Peter yawned, and you grinned at the cute wrinkle in his nose and the adorable way his eyes screwed shut. "Did I mention I love you?"

Peter's eyelids were heavy as he spoke, and you found yourself yawning too before telling him, "A few times, I think. Did I mention I love you too?"

He didn't answer, and you craned your neck back to find his eyes shut and his lips parted in a quiet snore. You really should have woken him to take you home, but he just looked so cute you couldn't bring yourself to do it. What would it hurt just to admire him for a minute longer? The last thing you saw before your eyes fell shut was the drowsy smile that stretched over his lips when you rolled over to cuddle into his chest.

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