#w the intense eye contact while he lip syncs

[hellonearthtoday]

is this purly

I'm logging off for the night I promise

[otptings]

Bear & Bunny

→Idols: Lee Haechan & Na Jaemin (only picture that I could find with Haechan & Jaemin, sorry Jeno Stans)

→Requested: yesss Hi!!!! I wanted to know if you could write a something along the lines of dancing to bachata with jaemin and haechan and it gettin really steamy and you end up speaking in Spanish with them and it really turns them on 😳😳😳 and they end up really whiny and needy . Haechan gets bratty and grinds up on y/n and jaemins whining starts to get annoying so y/n needs to put them in the toilets but someone walks in so they have to be quite but end up leaving to finish off at home and y/n ends up punishing them at home by overstimulating them and making them cry by straping them up with ropes and putting viberators on them while you just watch them and messing with the controls but ends up feeling nice and takes it off them and cuddles them oop thanks in advance:)

→Genre: Smut

→Word Count: 3k+

→Warnings: semipublic sex , three some m/m/w (there is mxm action in here), shibari, deepthroating, edging, brat!Haechan, sweet!Jaemin, overstimulation, sweet aftercare, degradation, female masturbation, oral (m receiving), fluff towards the end,

→Synopsis: Dancing with your boyfriends was a great date idea, having sat through multiple dance practices and knowing that they could keep up. But after your brat affects your good boy you need to take matters into your own hands

→A/n: this took a good minute for me to write, and it took me a while to get a consistent theme going for the writing, I still am not too proud of it, but I like the ending well enough so I'm still happy with it. this is my first mxm anything on Tumblr I believe, so I really hope that you guys enjoy it. if you did please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio. If you like this you can request they are open for NCT, Enhypen, SVT, and Treasure.

You loved your boyfriends, it was glaringly obvious. No matter how much you jokingly rolled your eyes at their sometimes extreme displays of affection when it came to you, or jokingly threatened to change the locks on your apartment so that they would finally sleep in their respective dorms it was clear to see. You were completely and undeniably smitten by them, and who could blame you? Haechan and Jaemin were two of the sweetest people you know, and always knew how to woo you. Maybe that’s why the both of them courting you was successful when you had zero plans to date an idol.

Maybe also do to the rare elaborate surprises they planned for you when both of their schedules coincided enough to have a day free. Like when they convinced the company ( and Chenle) to rent out - Haechan’s expensive ass idea - Lotte World for the three of you on your three month anniversary , or when they take you on a really sweet date that causes them both to tease you relentlessly over your crying, like the time when they created the perfect picnic area - Jaemin’s idea -  curated with your all three of your favorite snacks and drinks just to gift you promise rings on your two year anniversary along with a picture book - Haechan’s idea again, occasionally his ideas are cute, and cheap- of random moments from dates over the years.

Their complicated and meticulous dates always made any that you planned pale in comparison. Despite this the boys were always ecstatic when you convinced them to take a day off for a date night. This time you were able to book a practice room - with the help of Taeyong - for two hours and were planning a special date that you hoped would even be on the sama radar as theirs. You were going to teach them how to dance. Not just any dance, bachata. They were constantly wanting to know how to learn Spanish, so why not teach them a special dance?

That was the original plan at least, spend one hour teaching them, and one hour dancing along with them. You’ve sat through many of their practices, including some routines that were bordering on inappropriate for their fan base, so you knew that they would be able to keep up where friends and exes failed. Sure, the dance tended to be more on the sensual side with how close you had to be and the soft music, but you really only had dancing in mind when you planned this.

However, dancing along with them with Jaemin behind you, he likes back hugs and holding you around your waist, and Haechan in front, he gets handsy when he thinks you can’t see them, and you were starting to regret it. The first hour passed quickly, both of the boys catching on quickly due to their lifestyles, so when you joined them the three of you moved in sync. Despite your hips being pressed against Haechan, and Jaemin’s grip on you bordering on painful, they were perfect dance partners despite the unconventional method. The three of you were in casual conversation and you were grateful that they had agreed to dance with you.

“Mis buenos chicos. Tan orgullosa de ti.” Jaemin started to giggle, squeezing your waist twice while Haechan’s jaw dropped, causing a giggle to escape you too. You’ll never understand why the boys are so amazed hearing you speak Spanish. Hell, they speak three languages almost fluently to your measly two.

“What’d you say? Say something else in Spanish.” Haechan’s voice started taking on the whiny tone that you ‘hated’, pouting all the while.

“It sounds so nice.” Jaemin spoke up from his spot behind, placing his head in the crook of your neck so you could feel his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. Having both of their attention on you tended to be intense, especially now having them pressed so tightly against you with the sensual music playing softly over the speakers.

“Los mimo demasiado a ustedes dos.” You hated how easily you gave in to them, but their shared amazement made it a little worthwhile. “You guys are always so amused. It’s not that impressive.”

“It’s sexy when you speak Spanish.” You smacked Jaemin’s arm jokingly, giggling when his grip on you tightened. Surprisingly through this whole exchange you’d hadn’t stopped dancing, faltered temporarily at the beginning but were still smoothly dancing against each other. Though this dance isn’t supposed to be sexual you couldn’t help but admit that having two extremely attractive men dancing against you, and ones that you were lucky enough to call your boyfriends was starting to get you worked up, and you could feel the fire starting to grow in your stomach.

Haechan is known for his bratty behavior with his groupmates on camera, if only his fans knew how far it truly goes. Like now, his knee sliding in between your legs, purposefully pressing against your clothed cunt. You know that all he wants is a reaction out of you if the smug smirk on his face is anything to go by. Jaemin wasn’t a brat but something about Haechan made him want to act up. That’s the excuse he’ll try to use when you inevitably punish them later. For now all Jaemin can think about is relieving the building pressure in any way possible, even if it means rutting against you accidentally causing you to grind on Haechan’s thigh. That pulled a shaky gasp out of you, and made you come to your senses.

“Stop.” They instantly backed away from you, giving you enough space to take a deep breath without the smell of both of their enticing colognes. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jaemin had the nerve to at least look ashamed, staring down at his shoes while holding his hands behind his back. Haechan on the other hand wanted to irritate you, smug smirk still painting his face.

“I wanted to have fun. Wasn’t that the point of this?” A pout replaced his smirk, but his tone told you everything you need to know.

“Bunny? Any excuses?” Jaemin only shook his head quickly, knowing that they wouldn’t help the situation. Smart bunny.

“You still want to have fun, bear?” Stepping closer to Haechan you grabbed his chin harshly, forcing him to make eye contact with you and the brat inside of him faltered a little. Knowing that he wouldn’t like whatever outcome.

“I do. If I can’t have fun with you then I'll just have fun with Jaemin. He’ll let me touch him.” Laughing you pulled your hand back, before smacking Haechan’s cheek. A shocked gasp left his mouth from the impact but it got him to finally shut up.

“We still have 20 minutes until your manager comes to take us back to your dorms. I’m going to the bathroom down the hall, you two will pack everything up and meet me. You have five minutes.” Turning around you briskly walked out of the room, smiling when you heard the two of them scrambling to get their stuff. First thing you did was set the timer on your phone for three minutes and 30 seconds - who said the boys really needed the full five - the second thing was making sure the bathroom was completely clear. Last thing you needed was for there to be another scandal about your relationship with the boys.

Excitement ran through you as the timer ticked down, closer to their inevitable punishment. It was down to the last 30 seconds when the bathroom door opened and Jaemin peaked in. Once Jaemin saw you he quickly walked into the bathroom followed by Haechan with 17 seconds to spare.

“Good boys, you’re on time at least.” Jaemin shyly smiled while dropping his bag and kicking it to the corner. Haechan followed suit, not wanting to get in any more trouble than he already was.

“Lock the door bunny. Haechan, on the counter, hands on your thighs. No touching.”

Jaemin locked the door while Haechan hopped on the counter, a pout evident on his plump lips but he knew that he was in no place to argue. Jaemin crossed the room in two steps, tugging his lip in between his teeth while wringing his hands nervously. Grabbing his shirt you pulled Jaemin closer to you until he was pressed against your chest, wrapping one of your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss, ignoring the way that Haechan whined at the lack of attention.

Kissing Jaemin was always soothing even when he knew he was in trouble. Jaemin allows you to lead, constantly relenting all control to you. It wasn’t in him to try and change the tempo or take it further. He was at your mercy and only moved at your pace, sliding his tongue over your bottom lip only after you’d already nipped at his. At first the kiss was awkward, too nervous over where to put his hands, still wary of his punishment but they finally made their way to your waist. Sliding your hand up into his hair you tugged lightly, swallowing his high pitched moan. When Jaemin started to rut against your leg, finally losing the slightest control was when you pulled away.

His blown out eyes, and bright blush lining his cheeks made you want to devour him but you had to pace yourself, and him. Last thing you wanted was for him to cum before you got home and truly played with him. Grabbing the top of his sweatpants you looked up at him, waiting for his subtle head nod before pulling them down to the top of his thighs. Just enough to release his pretty cock.

“This isn’t fair.” Haechan whined from his spot on the counter. How dare you forget about him? Sitting here not getting any attention while Jaemin got everything. Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment for the both of them? “Why is Jaemin getting all the attention from you? He was bad too.” Haechan was falling right into your trap and didn’t even know it.

“You're right. Maybe you should give Jaemin attention instead. Come here.” Haechan pouted again, realizing that he still wasn’t getting any attention from you before jumping off of the counter and replacing your spot. “You play with Jaemin all that you want, but don’t let him cum.” Haechan being a complete cum slut, already wanted to complain despite getting exactly what he wanted. You were no longer playing with Jaemin, he was.

“That’s not fair.” Haechan whined again but shut up when he saw you rummaging around in your bookbag. He went quiet when you pulled out the pretty vibrating plug, one of his least favorite toys due to your tendency of plugging him before leaving the apartment and sporadically turning it on until his knees turned to jelly.

“Think about it like this. If you make him cum then you’ll be wearing a vibrator until we get home.” Haechan rolled his eyes before turning his attention to Jaemin, looking up at him with his pretty brown eyes that constantly got him what he wanted outside of moments like this. Jaemin gulped loudly when Haechan placed his hand around the base of his cock, not lube or spit, just the roughness of his palm as he started to slowly move his hand.

“How does it feel bunny?” Jaemin wanted to whine at your taunting tone, used to your near constant praise for him.

“G-good.” You giggled at his voice cracking. Haechan never stopped working him over his hand, now placing his pouty lips around the head, causing Jaemin’s hand to fly from his side where he had them balled up by his side to Haechan’s hair, fisting it tightly as his mouth dropped open. Haechan’s tongue darted out and licked over the slit, tasting the salty pre cum as he suckled on the tip.

There was one thing that Haechan did best, and that was tease. Which is why you weren’t surprised when he pulled off Jaemin’s cock, and licked a broad strip up his balls to the head. A loud moan left Jaemin’s mouth, which quickly multiplied and reverberated off of the tiled bathroom walls when Haechan took as much of his cock down his mouth. Jaemin’s cock may have been longer than Haechan’s, but it was skinnier, enough to satisfy you but still leave you wanting more. Explains why Haechan easily made it to the base, pubes tickling his nose while he took a deep breath to relax his throat, the smell of Jaemin’s favorite body wash and slight must from dancing for so long. Haechan looked up at Jaemin as best he could, causing Jaemin’s hand to drop from his hair down to his cheek, stroking it sweetly with his thumb. Jaemin spared you the first glance since Haechan started blowing him and wasn’t shocked to see you sitting on the counter, one leg propped up showing off that you were two fingers deep in your soaking wet cunt, eyes just as blown out as Haechan’s. Smiling sweetly at him you pulled your fingers out, rubbing them over your clit.

The moment was interrupted by someone rattling the bathroom door, causing all three of you to nearly jump out of your skin. Haechan gagged quietly as Jaemin unconsciously bucked his hips. Silence fell over the bathroom as none of you dared to move until you heard the sound of quiet cursing and footsteps heading back down the hallway. Haechan pulled off, coughing lightly as he wiped the drool and tears off of his face.

“Too close. Let’s get home so I can punish you two properly.”

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The boys deserve their punishment, Haechan actually craves them. You couldn’t allow them to think that if they teamed up against you they could be in control, that they were suddenly the doms in the relationships. Especially when they looked so pretty as your subs.

Like right now, the both of them were kneeling on your carpeted bedroom floor. Both of them tied up - Jaemin with his favorite light pink rope, Haechan with his favorite dark red - the ropes contrasting their skin tones perfectly. It was a simple tie, something to keep their hands bound behind their back, looping over their chest just for a little more stability. A pair of scissors was resting on the dresser safely out of their reach unless they used their safe word. That wouldn’t happen tonight though.

The boys were playing with their favorite toys, Haechan’s vibrating plug and Jaemin’s vibrating cock ring, and the results were already better than you thought they’d be. You’ve already turned down the vibrations multiple times, postponing both of their orgasms until you felt that they deserved it. Climbing off the bed you cupped both of their cheeks, relishing in their flushed faces and bright blushes spreading over their chests. Jaemin’s moans were music to your ear, almost harmonizing with Haechan’s needy whines, both of them wiggling around in their ropes. Jaemin’s moans were beautiful but you needed him to be quiet, both of them actually, if you didn’t want the neighbors to hear.

So you did. Pulling your hand away you slapped Haechan on his right cheek, feeling a twinge of arousal in your stomach at his loud gasp at the feeling. Placing your hand softly on his cheek you turned to Haechan, rubbing his bottom lip with your thumb.

You couldn’t help but feel warmth blooming in your chest at the sight in front of you, Haechan nuzzling into your palm as you rubbed his cheek, soothing the burn from the slap while Jaemin opened his mouth, taking your thumb into his mouth.

Seeing the sight of your two beautiful boys, completely vulnerable to whatever you decided to, red marks appearing on their skin where the rope loosened enough to rub over the exposed skin. Lips puffy and bright red due to their kissing and biting. Knowing that they trusted you enough to let you punish them, neither safe wording even if their knees are getting rubbed raw, and they were shaking from the constant edging.

Though you were punishing them for trying to team up against you, truthfully both of your boys held all of the power.

“So pretty. My beautiful baby boys.” Jaemin ran his tongue over the pad of your thumb, sighing as he sucked on it aggressively. “Wanna come for me?” Pleads of ‘mommy’, ‘please’, and ‘need to’ left Haechan’s lips, Jaemin letting out a garbled moan around your thumb.

“Cum for me then.” Reluctantly you sat back, letting go of them and turning the settings up.

They always know how to put on a good show, even when they’re not trying. Like now, Jaemin was the first to cum, squirting all over his thighs and lower stomach with a loud cry. Quiet sobs leaving his mouth as overstimulation set in before you cut off his vibrator and turned your attention to Haechan. Haechan’s loud moans have only gotten louder since you turned it up, achieving impressive pitch as he finally came. Leaning forward to place his head on the edge of the mattress as his body continued to shake. Turning off his vibrator you allowed the both of them to catch their breath, combing your hands through their hair as they’re quiet breathing filled the room.

Looking at the boys now, cleaned after their shared shower and in fresh pajamas, sleeping practically on top of eachother - Jaemin loves sleeping on someone’s chest - that same warmth grew again from your place in the doorway. Blessed is the true word you could use, that these two amazing boys were all yours. Walking over to the bed you lifted the blanket up, snuggling in behind Jaemin and sighing as his warmth seemed to surround you.

“Bear?” Jaemin’s sleepy murmurs surprised you, having assumed the boys were already asleep.

“No baby. Go back to sleep.” Jaemin groaned lowly, turning around and throwing his arm over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Night. Love you.” Jaemin’s sentence faded off towards the end, followed by a deep sigh as he fell back asleep. Reaching over to Haechan, you pushed his hair out of his face, smiling softly as Haechan moved closer to your hand.

“Love you too. Both of you, so much.”

[polishksiezniczka]

Camerlengo Patrick McKenna Smut ABCs | Camerlengo x Female Reader

Some smut for our favorite priest ❤

As I was writing this, I couldn’t help but think that our favorite ~il camerlengo~ shares the trifecta of smut with Obi-Wan Kenobi: religious devotion, dramatic robes and pure, raw sexual energy. 🔥

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Patrick is oh so attentive and considerate. He strokes your body softly, listening as your heartbeats gradually slow and fall in sync together. He’ll softly whisper declarations of love to you in his luscious accent, making you flush even more.

Bonus: When you’re in each other’s arms bathing in the afterglow, he adores it when you carefully play with his crucifix necklace (you better believe he wears it during sex after you *accidentally* let slip how turned on you get when he wears it).

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Patrick loves to hold you using his upper body strength—his arms are deliciously strong and toned, but not in an overly-muscular way. He can’t help but groan and roll his head back when you cling to them for dear life during the throes of passion, your nails lightly digging into his skin.  

It’s difficult for him to choose—you’re too perfect to pick just one element. If he had to, he’d choose your hair, your neck, or your breasts.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Because he was brought up in the Church, he doesn’t really do that sort of thing. Not to mention he views the practice as somewhat degrading to you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs).

Obviously, you. He’s a priest and supposed to be “married” to the Church!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Patrick is somewhat experienced. While serving in the army he had a few exploits, but he’s still relatively inexperienced. Not that you could ever tell though—he’s the best lover you’ve ever had.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Missionary! (HAHAHA…I’m going to hell for this.)

Patrick loves any sort of position where he’s able to see you fully. He treats sex as if it were a sacred rite: he wants to be able to watch the desire cloud your eyes, thoroughly kiss your soft lips, devour the creamy flesh of your torso, and do nothing less than worship you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on the situation. Patrick will usually take things pretty seriously—intensely pleasuring you, maintaining fervent eye contact, going slow and sensual—but sometimes you find yourselves in a giddy mood, especially after something good has happened to one of you. Then his playful side will come out: little nips at your ears and neck, gentle tickling of your sides, low chuckles, and a lot more teasing than normal. You delight in rendezvous like these, batting your eyes and telling him how much you want him.  

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

OH GOD. You know how well Patrick takes care of himself. His hair is impeccable, always neatly combed and styled. You adore running your fingers through it and lightly scratching his scalp, though you’re careful not to muss it up too much.

The sight of his bare chest makes your heart flutter every time you see it. You love to card your fingers through the lovely patch of curly ginger hair which grows there, a huge turn-on for Patrick. The same hair starts again just below his navel, creeping down his stomach and past his waistband. It’s another part of him that never fails to make you swoon and unconsciously lick your lips.  

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Patrick is so romantic. He constantly whispers you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him, and how he can never be without you. Despite the unimaginable pleasure he provides you, his words sometimes make you teary-eyed during the moment—something you find extremely embarrassing but he adores.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Patrick suffers from SERIOUS Catholic guiltiness when it comes to masturbation. He’s done it before (when he was younger especially) but would never admit so to you. He only resorts to pleasuring himself when you’re apart for extended periods of time and always feels the need to confess to his sins of “taking his flesh” afterward.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise: Patrick’s need to praise you is insatiable and he does it constantly when you’re together. He loves to tell you how good you feel, how perfect you are, how sweet you smell, or how well you respond to him as he leans close to your ear, kissing and sucking. Although he can be reticent to accept compliments himself, you can tell how much it affects him when you whisper how only he can bring you this amount of love, pleasure, and satisfaction.

Priest: Patrick goes mad when you play into your priest kink and loves it when you call him “Father,” especially because you don’t often do so. As gentle as he is, this drives him wild, animalistic almost.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

On the bed or couch, especially with your hair splayed out across a pillow. You recently introduced him to shower sex, something he enjoys far more than he expected to. And of course, always somewhere private.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your soft, innocent touches that lead to lingering thoughts and desires. When you run your hands across his chest and through his hair. Whispering how much you love and want him.

Oddly enough, your modesty also makes him hot under the collar (literally). The idea that you conceal your beautiful figure to others and only allow him to see and adore it awakens a deep and primal lust in Patrick.  

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t swear that often and never uses the Lord’s name in vain. He also would never do anything that could hurt you or in some way degrade you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He strongly prefers to give. He loves to huskily tell you how much you taste like sin when he’s between your thighs and caressing you with his mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual—it’s called lovemaking for a reason.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

You and Patrick don’t really engage in these because of the nature of your relationship—there are few moments when you can spend time together during the day. Patrick doesn’t like the idea either, as he can’t properly worship your body as much as he believes you deserve and derives so much pleasure from taking his time with you. He is never one to complain about stolen kisses, though.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Again, due to his position and all the publicity, Patrick prefers to keep risks to a minimum. He never would demand anything of you, but he requests that your liaisons be kept private out of concern for you and your relationship.

Once, however, you admitted a shameful desire of yours, and he gave in. So, late one night you made love in a confessional. Although he felt like he would be cursed with eternal damnation, he couldn’t help but admit how arousing it was.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Patrick’s stamina is intense; he never seems to tire, even after the care and attention he puts into each and every round. You teasingly attribute this voraciousness to all his pent-up lust while in seminary. But when you’re exhausted, he completely respects this and would never push you beyond your physical limits.  

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No; why would he defile perfection by using anything other than his body?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This side of Patrick really comes out when he’s feeling frisky or playful. He relishes that he can turn you into a puddle of goo with just one look—your eyes glaze over, your breath hitches, and you suddenly have difficulty maintaining eye contact. He’ll then begin to touch and kiss you slowly, almost chastely, until you’re a whimpering, sobbing mess beneath him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Volume-wise Patrick tends to be on the softer side, though he can surprise you. What he sometimes lacks in volume he makes up for in quality. Patrick makes the most delicious and sinful sounds you can imagine: gasps at your expert ministrations, moans when you kiss him deeply. Your personal favorite? The sound of him purring into your ear as he showers you with praise and words of affection.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The man’s scent alone makes you goddamn feral. It’s clean and masculine, with just a hint of spice. You love to bury your face in his neck and chest, inhaling him as you litter his skin with reminders of your devotion.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Patrick is incredibly well-endowed. In fact the first few times you were together, you were in slight pain (much to Patrick’s agony) and felt sore for days afterward. Oh but Patrick made it all better: drawing you warm baths, scooping you up, and tenderly massaging every inch of your body with his large hands. 😏

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On the higher end, but it’s completely attached to you.  

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When you’re in each other’s arms, he feels completely relaxed and can usually fall asleep within a few minutes, but he likes to wait for you drift off to sleep and then silently watch you in your most peaceful state. Your breathing steadies, your brow relaxes, and your hair softly falls about your face, still glowing from physical exertion. As sleep begins to take hold of him, he whispers that you look just like an angel.

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Pairing: Kon-el/ Tim Drake/ GN Reader insert | NSFW* PWP

Warnings: poly, established relationships/roles, consensual noncon, light bondage, palming, edging, anal, fingering, deep throat/gagging

word count: 2400+

It wasn’t your fault that Tim’s Red Robin suit looked something akin to bondage, and it really wasn’t your fault when Kon suggested treating it like bondage when you voiced your thoughts. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Tim when he was gagged and tied up on the couch of a safe house after coming back from patrol. Except it was a surprise as Tim wasn’t in either of your heads, and he was terrified he’d fucked up somewhere, some villain having followed him home to kill him.

No, no, it was just Kon and yourself, visiting from the other side of the planet with no forewarning and “capturing” him.

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a/n: i used to hate his specific RR suit where his cowl looked like a gimp mask to me for the longest time? idk why lol, but now I just wanna see Tim a hot blubbering mess in it??? anyway, established poly relationship and established consensual noncon relationship (haha the three of you are minxes). this is my first upload what the heck

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It wasn’t your fault that Tim’s Red Robin suit looked something akin to bondage, and it really wasn’t your fault when Kon suggested treating it like bondage-play upon hearing your voiced thoughts. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Tim when he was gagged and tied up, sitting on the couch of a safe house when he was taking a short rest from patrol. Except it was a surprise as Tim wasn’t in either of your heads, and it scared hi to think he’d fucked up somewhere, some villain having followed him without his knowing.

No, no, it was just Kon and yourself, visiting from the other side of the planet with no forewarning and “capturing” him. His voice came out muffled from whatever you’d shoved in his mouth (it was sweet and warm and all too familiar) as he tugged on the zip ties holding his wrists behind him. He had just gotten back from a messy fight and wanted to clean up, to wash the sweat and dirt off him before heading back out. Instead, he was given a heart attack and a whole new sheen of sweat.

It seemed like you and Kon had different plans for him though, as the two of you nuzzled either side of his neck and jaw, up to where his ears would normally be if it weren’t for his cowl. His shudder was an instant reaction, swallowing thickly in sudden anticipation, his cock almost twitching even if he wasn’t thrilled that he was still gross from patrol. 

He could feel the ministrations of your faces, he could feel your lips giving sloppy kisses, and he could feel the warmth of your breathing, though muted from the strength of his tactile fabric. He whimpered slightly at wanting to feel more, wanting skin to skin contact with the two of you, the cloth in his mouth now soaked from his own spit building up, a bit escaping to gloss his lips.

“Mmfh,” he jerked slightly as the two of you spread his legs, each straddling one, though making sure not to put too much pressure on them. Immediately, your hands were all over him in the places he didn’t care about and not in the places that mattered. Rubbing your hands on his sore legs, squeezing at his inner thighs right next to his now obvious restricting pants, with Kon and your fingers intertwining in the exploration. Eventually you trailed your fingers up and down his abdomen, getting so low only to stop above the twitching mound, then trail back up. This was not fair, and after not seeing you two for a while, it was even worse, painful.

You mewled in his ear in sync to his whimpering, riding on his leg and leaving a visible wet spot, stimulating yourself. Similarly, Kon let out slutty moans as he rubbed his cock against Tim’s other leg, a wet spot of his own forming. Then his mouth suddenly found the crook of Tim’s neck as he sucked on the fabric to muffle himself, his strength being of use. The two of you were getting off on his thighs, hot breaths fanning his face and putting him into a state of misery as his own breathing was like a battle. 

He swore he was getting off on the sight alone, the feeling of you two against him only intensifying the throb between his legs. His body jolted again, head falling back, letting out a loud strangled groan as the two of you finally ran your hands over his bulge, Kon took the top, you the base. Kon rubbed circles on the head, loving the feel through Tim’s pants, loving the way his muscles shuddered and rippled. Tim’s balls, similarly massaged by one of your hands, a bit rough due to the fabric, but mostly sweet. Your eyes darkened at seeing his clothes showing obvious wet spots, especially his pants.

Your free hand went to Kon’s mouth and eagerly, he sucked on three digits, tongue gliding over them in front of Tim’s gagged face. He couldn’t handle it anymore, it was enough that Tim came from the small frictions, making a mess inside his pants. Neither your ministrations nor Kon’s ceased, continuing to expertly rub him in ways only you two knew would drive him crazy. It wasn’t an intense orgasm, Tim hadn’t been given proper stimulation for that on purpose. Kon and you wanted to drag this out (living so far from Tim meant visiting was infrequent, and the two of you wanted to make the most of it).

There was no time to let him recoup, there was no time to let him come down from his high. No, the two lovers in front of him made him ride out his high, not allowed to come down till they had their turn.

His breathing couldn’t find the time to catch up, huge gulps of air taken through his flared nostrils, chest heaving as he fell forward, leaning against you. He moaned at the sight of you two against him, the heat already reignited in the pit of his stomach. He really wanted to fuck you, or Kon, or both. He really really wanted to ram his cock into one of you, he didn’t care which, he wouldn’t be picky.

He wasn’t even bothered by the previous sweat and dirt anymore, his body hot and sticky and lost in the pleasure and feeling of you two. All he wanted right now was to be free, to touch and rub the two of you back, to hold and kiss Kon and yourself. As he watched a trail of spit string from Kon’s tongue, sticking out from between his lips, to your reluctant fingers, he began to grow impatient. 

Tim was jealous as he watched your fingers trail down Kon’s backside, across taut, thick muscles, a line of saliva leaving a wet trail for the air to cool. “A-ah…” Kon shuddered excitedly as he leaned against Tim’s chest, pushing him back, his hand still giving light strokes to Tim’s cock, keeping it wanting.

A finger found it’s way into Kon’s ass, pumping lightly to help the spit make sliding easier. A second finger soon joined the first once there was enough lubricant (between Kon’s spit and Kon’s juices, it was easier to prep). Tim watched with dark, heated eyes as your fingers pumped in and out of Kon’s ass, now wiggling in time with each movement. 

Tim wanted to help. 

Kon was making even more sounds now, even sweeter than before as his own eyes glazed over with lust, staring at Tim. A third finger and Kon was gone, pumping into his ass, feeling around the soft warmth inside, and spreading him open with sloppy noises.

“K-kon…” you moaned in Tim’s ear, his heart skipping a beat with a heated need, “I think… I think this naughty pervert should be taught… ah…! W-what happens when you run around…” you gulped, moaning in Tim’s ear again, “in such a lewd outfit...” the heat pooled in his stomach, making him thrust his hips forwards. Kon was making little noises against Tim’s neck, “Hah… L-look at him… What a pervert… he’s all messed up in the head,” Tim’s cock was throbbing, the pants were too tight, the teasing was making his eyes tear up.

Kon and your palms stopped touching Tim’s cock to push his hips down when he thrusted, causing a strangled cry of pain. Finally, fucking finally the two of you pulled his pants down in unison, his cock springing free with an almost relieved whimper from Tim. The cool air was almost a comfort on his soaked and burning member before another shudder violently wracked his body, your tongues gliding across his shaft. He stared down at the two of you, breathing so heavily he could have hyperventilated if he tried harder.

Please--

He watched the two of you shift, Kon taking his place on Tim’s lap as you sat next to the two of them on the couch. Holding Tim’s cock, you helped guide Kon’s ass to sit down, watching Tim’s cock stretch him even further than your fingers. Kon’s face twisted as he took half of Tim, ass raising back up before falling back down with a sloppy sound. 

His ass went back down, taking more of Tim and he raised again, this time he sat down all the way to the hilt and had to keep from bouncing, wanting to feel the heat. He sat there for a moment, breathing heavily and feeling his insides stretched so wide, filled so full with Tim’s cock inside him. “T-Tim…” Kon choked out, leaning his head down against Tim’s neck, slightly elevated now, as you went to grab Kon’s own cock, now sticking out and throbbing.

He whimpered and this time when Tim bucked his hips, neither of you two stopped him, and he about came deep into Kon’s ass from the one movement. The hand not holding Kon’s cock went to the base of Tim’s under Kon’s ass, grabbing somewhat tightly earning a loud, muted yelp from Tim. Kon and yourself had been patient the last few weeks, burning with a growing desire, so you wouldn’t let Tim finish so quickly.

Kon was so tight around Tim’s hard cock, a delicious warmth sucking him in so hungrily that he briefly wondered when the last time you stuck a dildo up Kon’s ass was. The thought was lost though, Kon was already sloppy, face already flushed and messed up just from sitting there. He leaned over to pull the panties from Tim’s mouth, built up saliva falling down the front of his suit and across Kon’s dick. Tim’s heart gave a strange bump, excited, wondering which of you two had been wearing them. “F-fuck it’s so tight…” the first thing out of Tim’s mouth, “K-Kon… move…” It was somewhere between an order and begging, and Kon began moving his ass up and down in compliance.

As your head leaned down to suck on Kon’s cock, now bouncing with his ass and Tim’s additional thrusting, Kon’s hand came to rest on your head. Your lips were able to catch Kon, having done this plenty of times as his hand began guiding you with his thrusts. Tim’s cock pumping into his ass and then your lips sucking on his own had Kon a mess for words. He couldn’t even think straight as he leaned against Tim, lips smashing against the other male’s.

Their breath was hot and mixed, the strong odors of sweat and grime mixing with their lust, but they couldn’t tell over the musky smell of sex and cum.

Tim couldn’t move his wrists, but he could move his hips and his lips, both taking in Kon as greedily as Kon wanted him. The buildup wasn’t too hard for either of them, thanks to the ample preparation and foreplay (which Kon and yourself loved, though it was torture for Tim since he was always the target of your and Kon’s affections). Kon sucked on Tim’s tongue, soft and slippery before their lips melted, tongues invading each other and in almost no time at all, Kon felt himself losing control in your mouth. 

The sweet, salty taste of Kon’s precum filled your mouth and nose, an intoxicating scent that always had you going. You loved watching Kon go crazy from your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip with a sense of pride. Teeth barely ghosted the sides at times as the back of your throat sucked in tightly, squeezing with a gag as his cock thrust too far.

You could feel his cock hitting your uvula, rubbing the back of your throat as your mouth had relaxed, getting used to the size invading it. Eventually, with some difficulty, you had been able to take him a bit deeper, your moans making him shiver. Then you felt it, a slight ripple trembling from the base of his cock to the tip, his stomach shuddering. Suddenly there was a warm feeling filling the back of your throat, forced to swallow all of Kon as he came. 

Tim kept riding him out, your eyes tearing up in pain as Kon’s cock stayed deep in your throat, still holding down, not wanting to let you move. It was hard to breathe, your own arousal flaring from the intensity that the lack of oxygen brought, and Kon filling up your mouth like a delicious lollipop. You were lightheaded. Kon’s hand eventually slipped off, somewhat drained, letting you up for air as his cum dripped down your chin, breathing greedily.

Kon was wobbly on top of Tim as he slowed his hips, letting the super sag against him to rest for a moment. The three of you did your best to take in gulps of air for different reasons, Kon’s eyes finding yours with a look of apology in them. You only smiled at him, coming up to give him a kiss, his “Superboy” stamina coming back almost immediately as the two of you began heating up. Neither of you could see it, not that you were paying attention, but Tim’s brow was furrowed, eyes narrowed behind his cowl at the two of you getting hot and bothered again.

There was only so much Tim could take, his mind now somewhat clearer as his hands busied themselves behind his back, “you two…” Kon and yourself only stopped making out to side-eye Tim, not at all worried by the warning in his voice. So instead, the two of you did what you did best, leaning over to include Tim in your battle of tongues. 

It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t going to make his dick hurt, wasn’t going to make his mind go crazy, it was just passionate kissing. He couldn’t help but respond, this was one of his favorite parts, when you and Kon went from sex starved minxes to passionate lovers. The trust the three of you had in each other was overwhelming, your hearts all in sync with one another.

Kon and yourself were too absorbed in the flavor of Tim and each other, mixing your tastes up as much as you could before yelping, Tim’s hands on either side of both of your hips, squeezing. He had freed his hands, now pressing the two of you against him as much as he could, the short break helping him recover. “As much as I’d love to shower…” Tim looked between the two of you, all three of your heads resting together in a sweaty mess, “I think…” Tim’s head tilted slightly, covered eyes coming to rest on you, Kon’s own beautiful blues trailing after,

“A-ah…” you moaned, both of their lips now on your neck, pressing you up against the couch.

Tim would have to talk to you two about not giving him a heart attack later.

[thefanficmonster]

Never Satisfied [Chapter 8]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

A collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“reality may be better than a dream“

He isn’t sure when he woke back up or how long it had been since he fell asleep, but his cheek is squished up against something and he is in a horizontal position. He blinks the sleep from his eyes, realizing he is staring past the edge of a pair of tanned legs decorated with thin black lines of fishnets which are also digging into his cheek. His eyes widen, lips parting a tiny bit when he realizes he’d tipped over in his sleep, laying his head on Cora’s hip. His hand had slid from her cheek and curled against the back of her neck, cradling her head in his palm. He swallows hard, unsure if he should move and risk waking her up or stand as still as he possibly can. On one hand, he doesn’t want her thinking he willingly invaded her personal space, but then again she’s bound to find out, seeing as how moving would result in waking her up and if he remained in his current position, she’s still gonna wake up sooner or later and find him awkwardly looking at her, silently praying she doesn’t lose her cool at him.

What is a guy to do?

Her arms are still wrapped snugly around his thigh, sleeping peacefully in the dark room illuminated only by the Netflix menu. 

It must be later than I thought, he thinks to himself as he stretches his free leg out to his phone, tapping the screen with his sock covered toe to discover it’s 6:48pm. Jesus, we’ve slept for almost two hours. 

The sun is still glowing but is now significantly lower in the sky, indicating they’d have a little bit of daylight left but it would be quick to slip past them if Cora doesn’t wake up anytime soon. What if she wanted to leave before it got dark? I should probably wake her up, no? I mean, there’s also the possibility that she didn’t and I’d just be disturbing her for no reason and I of course don’t want that….Ugh, fuck, why is something this simple so complicated?!

Doing his best not to jostle her, Corpse carefully pushes himself up using his hands which he’s propped up on the back of the couch. Once upright, he carefully eases his hand out from under her head and brushes a few stray dark locks away from her face where they had formed a curtain over her closed eyes. His voice cracks as he tries to speak so it comes out more as an unsure murmur. 

“Cora. Hey, come on, wake up.” He whispers, trying to be gentle as he nudges her shoulder. 

She lets out a soft distressed noise at the fact that someone dared to interrupt her sleep. Her arms tighten around his leg and she rubbed her cheek into his thigh, indicating that he’s not going anywhere with this mellowness, 

“Mmm...five more minutes…” she mutters, making his cheeks burn as she snuggles up even tighter into him.  

With a defeated sigh he leans back, fixating his gaze on the TV and smiles a tiny bit, feeling that by now familiar, warm sensation in his chest and stomach - the one he feels whenever he takes her hand or gets a text from her. “Alright, five minutes.” He settles, leaning back further on the couch, unlocking his phone, beginning to browse Instagram quietly and then checking his email afterwards. 

He soon finds he’s lost track of time but eventually it definitely starts feeling like more than five minutes have passed, and so Corpse decides to take some action. Bowing his head down, he shakes her shoulder again. “Alright, come on, Sleeping Beauty, it's time to get up. I’m hungry and I gotta pee and I’m done with being held hostage.”

Her head tips slightly to the side, eyes still closed as she turns to face the ceiling. A sly little smirk dances on her lips before it falls when she goes back to pretending to be consumed by her blissful slumber. Her voice arises from her throat as a playful whisper, 

“Something-something can only be awoken with the kiss of a strong knight.” 

Corpse feels his stomach do a backflip and his face starts burning as the color of his cheeks, ears and neck switches to a bright shade of red, eyes growing wide when he registers what she just said. “I’m...um-...” He stutters, his throat suddenly dry and coarse as sandpaper.

Cora opens one eye just a slit, spotting his frantic blushing before closing it again. “Or even just a dude lost in the woods if the knight is unavailable.”

He swallowed again, desperately trying to fish out any words and let them leave his mouth. Despite his attempts to calm himself down, his hands go clammy and his heart has taken to hitting the inside of his ribcage with the intensity of an angry dragon, threatening to break through and leave his body. 

She isn’t really suggesting this, right? It’s a joke, it has to be. Haha, make Corpse look like a dumbass, won’t that be hilarious.

Interrupting his thoughts, one of her hands squeezes the back of his knee while the other comes up to link her pinky finger with his own. He stares down at her, flustered as all hell, catching that one eye open again. His face is the epitome of questioning, puzzled and….hopeful? He can’t afford to be getting hopeful, not when there’s still the option that she’s messing with him. That’s why he has to know. His eyes are begging her to tell him what’s going on here or if there’s anything going on at all. He wants her to either break this magic or carry it out completely to where it’s enveloped and surrounded them both. He wants something, anything, even the tiniest signal from her, just to put his mind at ease and his racing heart to rest.

His breath hitches when Cora slides her hand out from under his leg. Defeat spreads throughout his chest like a wildfire when he thinks she’s about to pull away. 

I knew it! I knew she’s just fucking around, she’d never w-!

His brain stops firing neurons of panic when he feels a hand rest on the back of his neck and he suddenly realizes he’s being pulled down slightly, the figure across his lap raising to connect their lips halfway. 

He freezes, eyes wide and nearly watering in panic at the sudden contact that he was far from prepared for. However, Cora wouldn’t be Cora if she just let him sit there and panic so she immediately reacts, squeezing his hand so that his instincts would kick in. When they finally do, his hand comes up to gently cup her face, allowing himself to melt into the kiss. He kisses her slowly, savoring the feeling of her lips against his - warm and soft against his chapped ones. His thumb brushes slowly across her cheekbone, subconsciously memorizing every spot and tiny line etched into her skin. 

She’s the first to pull back but they don’t stay apart for long seeing as how she’s quick to sit up higher and press her lips back against his, hand cradling his head as both their bodies buzz with heat. His arm automatically wraps around her torso, the palm of his hand resting on her back to keep her close, deepening the kiss.

His chest is aching with happiness, eyes brimmed with tears of joy and relief he hopes won’t spill for her to see. He just can’t help himself, it all feels so overwhelming and surreal. The feeling that he’s had living within him since their lunch date has finally fallen into place. It finally makes sense and he can finally be at peace with it. That’s the biggest relief he’s felt in a long while. She’s his check point, his safe haven and his relief. She’s become so much to him in such a short amount of time. It goes without saying she’s incredibly special.

He draws back after a moment and inhales shakily, his whole body shaking in shock. 

“Holy shit.” He whispers, eyes wide as he carefully moves his hands away from her face. 

Cora’s cheeks are pink as she smiles faintly and nods in agreement. “Sorry...I hope that was okay.” She mumbles, looking away shyly but not for long. Corpse tilts her head, turning it to face him once again as he leans in to press his lips firmly against hers, eyes closing slowly yet again. She brings her body closer to his and Corpse could swear he felt the Earth stop spinning. The rest of the world has stopped existing. Nothing matters but this moment, right now. This kiss shared between them, this contact between them, addictive like a drug.

They spend a few minutes just kissing slowly, enjoying every second of it, savoring it with a small fear they might never repeat this though they really hope they do. 

He alternates between cupping her cheek and neck to holding her hands. The whole experience is just so warm and deep and meaningful, but tame at the same time. They don’t dissolve into a frantic mess, they kept their pace, moving in sync, reminding each other that this is not a dream. This is better than any dream could ever be.

He breaks away first, his heart still beating rapidly in his chest. “Do-...do you need to go home?” He blurts out softly, fingers laced with hers, the question so out of place for the setting.

“Oh, is my kissing so bad you want to kick me out?” She asks with a smile so small but so bright it warms him internally. 

He laughs a deep breathy laugh, looking at her with affection. He can't help it, he’s intoxicated by her. Before, it would have been a totally different experience for him: frantic backpedaling on what he’d said but something feels...good with her here. It feels so right and it keeps him grounded in the current moment, refusing to allow him running the conversation and events back in his head.

“No, you’re perfect…” he admits softly, a little anxious with those words but accepting them as truth because that’s what they are. “I just thought….”

“Is that what that burning smell is?” She teases again, perhaps hiding her own nervousness behind jokes, before she kisses him softly. 

“I thought, if you wanted to stay the night....I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.” He manages to say, pulling away from her briefly, the backs of his fingers drawing a soft line across her cheek. He pulls away further suddenly, realizing that may be a bit too romantic. They just kissed, and still haven’t spent such a big amount of time together. With these thoughts in mind, he hurries to add: “If not, it’s okay…”

She’s quick to shake her head, dismissing his worries, “I want to stay, but you’re not sleeping on the couch. What, are you afraid I’ll give you cooties?” She teases, squeezing his hands and leaning in to affectionately headbutt his shoulder. 

He smiled and winds his arms around her in a tight hug, releasing her when she pulls away. “Alright, but I’m hungry, and I still need to piss.” He declares, standing up and stretching to loosen and relax his stiff joints, starting to make his way to the bathroom. “Think about what you want for dinner!”

@fockingwhore  @vixenl  @annshit  @wineandionysus  @wiseflamingoqueen

[kelieah]

shut up, darling (tom holland x reader)

request: @elsie512: Would you be able to write a fluff that leads to smut? The reader, Tom, plus a few friends are all quarantined together in one house and Tom and the reader are friends and are always teasing each other and lowkey flirting. Then one night, the reader goes into the kitchen and Tom walks in and kinda confesses that he likes her and it leads to smut? Thanks, you’re awesome :)) 🙊🙈

warnings: fluff, flirting, cursing, smut 

words: 2.1k

a/n: one, i’ve never written a smut, and two im a virgin (physically) lmfaooasjdfjjsd so im sorry if this isnt the greatest! but love the request, thank uuu

pov: first, y/n

masterlist

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Drinking is the one thing we all have been doing for the past couple of weeks, and maybe a little bit of dancing. Well, a lot of dancing. Quite honestly we’re just all over the place.

Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine, Tuwaine’s girlfriend Maya, and I are all stuck in the same house together because of the shelter in place order due to the recent pandemic. Although we all didn’t plan to spend this much time with each other, we’re all growing onto it.

“No fucking way! How the hell do you get a perfect score five times in a row on Just Dance!?” I breathe heavily, looking over at Tom who had a smug look on his face.

“Lip sync battle,” Harrison pipes up from the kitchen.

“Shut up!” Tom rolls his eyes, “Sorry darling, it’s not my fault you can’t dance as good as me.”

I gasp dramatically, “Oh, it’s on.” 

After some intense dance battling, we were beat. I place my hands on my hips, “Now I know how Zendaya feels.”

“Funny,” he rolls his eyes, tired of the lip sync battle references.

I fall onto the couch, bringing a water bottle to my lips. Tom grins and slaps the bottle, making me spill some water on myself.

“You asshole!” I hiss, grabbing the bottle and splashing the rest on him.

“Y/n!” he groans loudly, picking up the bottle. I made a run for it before he could take another step, “Bad idea,” I heard him call out.

I snicker but let out a quiet squeal as he easily caught up to me and grabbed my waist, picking me up.

“Tommy, stop!” I whine.

“Children, I swear,” Tuwaine walks into the living room with Maya.

He walks back to the living room and drops me on the couch, tickling my side. I burst out in a fit of giggles, attempting to wiggle out of his grip.

“Stop! Thomas Stanley Holland!” I yell, and he instantly stops.

“Sorry gosh, just don’t ever say my full name like that again,” he whines and lies on top of me, squishing me.

I huff, “It’s cute though.”

“You’re cute,” he hums, making me blush.

“Would you two fuck already?” Harrison groans loudly. Tom and I’s faces heat up, we both sit up and glare at him.

“Seriously, the chemistry is loud between you two,” Maya hums, leaning against the counter.

“I ditto that,” Tuwaine grins.

I hide my face in Tom’s chest, “Kill me, right now, please,” I feel Tom chuckle quietly and rub back.

“Honestly, I agree with you guys. I just think Y/n’s a bit scared of what the old web shooter can do,” he winks.

“Tom!” I gasp loudly, pushing him away. He and everyone else bursts out laughing.

“I’m only joking, love,” he sticks out his tongue.

“Right,” I roll my eyes, throwing a pillow at his face.

It’s been like this between Tom and I for the past couple of weeks, constant flirting and quarreling. Not going to lie, I like it. I like him, I like Tom a lot. I mean who doesn’t?

After some nice dinner all together, we all went into our own rooms. Tom and Harrison had their own rooms while Tuwaine and Maya shared the guest room. While me, on the other hand ending up on the couch. Tom insisted on swapping places, but I kindly rejected.

Though being right next to the kitchen isn’t the greatest idea for someone like me, who’s constantly hungry. I glance over at the clock with squinting eyes and notice it was almost two in the morning.

One snack won’t hurt, I told myself. I sit up from the couch, managing to slip and stumble on my way to the kitchen. I cringe, hoping I didn’t wake anybody. I shuffle over to the fridge, and squat down looking for something to munch on.

“Hungry?” I hear a familiar voice ask from afar.

I jump at the unexpected presence, “Jesus, Tom! Scared me, and yes. Yes, I am,” I sass grabbing some fruit. He lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head while running a hand through his messy hair.

I close the fridge and lean against the counter, “What are you doing up?” I look over at him, feeling my heart pound at the sight. He was leaning against the wall, casually crossing his arms which flexes his muscles. His dark gray shirt slightly shows small details of his fit body, and his red plaid sweats fit loose on his hips. Fuck.

“Heard you fall or something,” he yawns, “You alright, darling?”

I feel my lips curve into a small smile at the nickname, “Yeah. Haven’t really been able to sleep not going to lie,” I pop a strawberry into my mouth.

“Why’s that?” he asks. I practically could feel his eyes on my lips.

I shrug tucking a hair behind my ear, “Dunno.”

“Ah, well I haven’t been able to sleep either.”

“Why not?” 

“Thinking,” he shrugs, mimicking me.

“About?” I tilt my head to the side.

“You.”

“Oh cool,” I say nonchalantly, eating another strawberry, “Wait what?” I cough slightly on the fruit.

“I’ve been thinking about you, for a while honestly,” he says sheepishly, standing up straight as he rubs the back of his neck.

I watch him becoming more flustered by the second, “W-why?”

“Well, I like you. I like you a lot,” he smiles nervously.

“Seriously? Is this a joke? Where’s Harrison,” I stifle an awkward laugh, looking around thinking he’d be hiding somewhere with a camera.

“It’s- it’s not a joke love, I like you.”

“More than friends right? Because if you don’t, I think I’ll go jump off-”

Tom laughs softly and cups my face, stepping closer to me, “More than friends. I mean, isn’t it kind of obvious?”

“W-well, I like you too. I just never thought someone like you would like someone like me,” I feel myself heat up at the gentle gesture.

“Don’t say that darling, you’re worth more than you think,” he pouts, “Can I kiss you?”

I place down the package of strawberries and nod, “Please.”

He presses his lips against mine, dropping his hands from face to my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him close leaving no gap in between us.

I let out a quiet gasp as I felt him lift me up onto the counter. He stands in between my legs, watching me in adoration. I kiss him deeply and run my hands through his hair causing him to emit a low groan. He tugs at my bottom lip softly and I quickly oblige, letting him explore my mouth.

“You taste like strawberries,” he murmurs quietly.

“Good,” I say in between kisses.

“Y/n,” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Yeah?” I whisper, looking into his eyes while nudging my nose with his.

“Can I take you to my bedroom?” he smiles, playing with the hem of my pajama shorts.

“Please do,” I hum. I giggle as he picks me up once again, rushing over to his room. He closes the door behind us, and places me onto his bed. I sit up, watching him flop onto the bed next to me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, propping himself up with his arms.

“You too Holland,” I push him back, straddling his waist. His arms snake around my waist and I run my hands through his tousled hair.

“Do you want to?” he asks softly.

“I’d love to,” I murmur, slipping my shirt off. He sighs in content and roams his hands around my body.

“We could do whatever you want. We don’t have to have sex, w-we could just cuddle and kiss. Whatever makes you comfortable-” he stutters.

I smile warmly at his concern, “Tom?”

“Yes?” he looks at me with puppy eyes.

“Shut up, darling,” I tilt his chin up and press my lips against his.

He chuckles, kissing back. He grabs my waist and flips us over so he’s on top. He grins cheekily at me, slipping off his shirt.

“Absolutely stunning,” he sighs, kissing me on my lips all the way down to my stomach. I feel my breath hitch, as he inches closer to my heat. “May I?” he tugs at my shorts.

“Mhm,” I nod eagerly, watching him.

He slowly pulls them off, peppering my thighs with warm kisses. I sigh at the feeling, biting my lip in excitement. He takes off my underwear slowly and I kick them off, tired of his teasing.

“Eager aren’t you,” he chuckles, lowering himself down to press a kiss against my heat.

I let out a sigh of pleasure, “Very.” He looks up at me with eyes asking for permission and I giggle, nodding.

His fingers slid up and down my folds, eventually moving against my clit. I throw my head back at the touch, “Please Tommy,” I mutter.

He fills me with his fingers and tugs at my clit with his lips. He continues at it until my breathing gets heavier and my moans get louder. He pulls his hands away and I whimper at the loss of contact. 

I breathe heavily and stare at him. “Fuck!” I gasp as he dives into my heat, lapping at my juices. I feel my stomach tighten and I grip his hair, edging him to keep going.

I feel him smirk against me, going even faster while holding down my hips that kept moving. “Close baby?” he hums, sending vibrations through me.

“Yup,” I breathe out, “God, Tom!” I moan quietly, as he adds in his fingers once against pushing me off the edge. I let go and release all over his fingers. 

He grins and brings his fingers to his lips, “You taste divine,” he praises.

I bite my lip, sitting up and place my hands on his chest, bringing them down low to his bulge, “Can I return the favor?”

“How about next time flower,” he pushes back down on the bed, “I just want to be inside you. If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Of course not,” I bring my hands to the hem of his pants, helping him take them off.

He slips off his boxers causing his shaft to spring out. I watch in shock, making him blush.

“Let me grab the condom,” he mutters, still a bit flustered from my gaze. I only hum in response, as he reaches over me and grabs a condom from the drawer next to the bed.

“Can I?” I ask, holding out my hand.

He gulps and nods, handing it to me. I rip the package open and prepare the condom. I press my lips against his, kissing him deeply and slide the condom agonizingly slow on his shaft. 

He moans into my mouth, “Shit, that’s so hot darling.” I wrap my arms around his neck and he lowers us both back down on the bed, “Hundred percent sure?”

“Hundred percent,” I connect my lips with his once again and he slides into me slowly, grunting. I whimper at the feeling, “Oh fuck.”

“You’re so,” he breathes out not being able to finish his sentence, placing his forehead on my shoulder and continues to slide back and forth inside me.

“So good Tommy,” I moan, my hands finding their way into his hair, “Mmph, go faster please.”

“Yeah?” he mutters and I nod, “Okay,” he groans and begins to pick up the speed.

I mewl at the sensation, gripping and tugging at his hair. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” I mumble.

“You mean this isn’t a dream?” he chuckles airily, continuing at a good pace. “Because you’re a dream,” he begins to bottom out.

I feel my eyes close and my back arch, “Such a sap, just kiss me,” I giggle.

He listens and kisses me, his hands massaging my breasts as he begins to slam into me. I moan out loudly and he glances at me warningly, “It’s late.”

“I know, but you’re so fucking good-” I hum. He chuckles and presses his lips against mine passionately, shutting me up.

“God, I’m so close,” he pulls away from my lips, moaning.

“Me too, almost there,” I squeak.

“Fuck,” he groans into my ear, burying himself inside me.

“Thomas!” I whimper feeling my legs shake and my stomach tightening, coming for him once more.

He collapses next to me breathing heavily. I turn over to him, curling at his side, “See, I’m not scared of the old web shooter,” I grin.

He laughs softly, wrapping his arms around me, “I’m so proud,” he teases, kissing my forehead. “We should clean up now,” he walks off to his bathroom and grabs some towels.

After doing so we get back in his bed. I pull up the covers over our bodies, “Maybe quarantine isn’t that bad,” I cuddle into him.

“Maybe,” he holds me close.

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[sortasirius]

“Last Call” and Canon Bi Dean

This is going to be very long, very rambly, and very emotional.

Really though, I had high expectations going into this, and quite honestly?  Jeremy Adams blew me away.

This episode is about Dean’s growth, it’s about who he was to Lee, and who he is now, about overcoming his own desire to just stop caring and keep on fighting for the innocent.  But most importantly to me?  This episode canonized bi Dean.

So let’s just get right into it, we know from the beginning that we’re meeting Lee, Dean’s old friend that Sam doesn’t really know or isn’t really close with, but the way Dean leaves?  He doesn’t want to bring down the mood of Sam and Eileen in his post breakup depression funk?  Good grief.

The bar is cool and right up Dean’s alley, and right out of the gate we get the promo scene with the waitress that we were all wigging out about.  And my hunch was right, Dean just kinda rolls right by, which man, Dean from season 1?  Hell no.  She’s just his type, clearly into him, and yet, Dean’s world literally falls away when he sees Lee Webb singing onstage.

You can’t really do justice to the way with words to the way that Dean looks when he sees Lee and realizes who he is, Jensen and Christian have so much NUANCE in their scenes together, and the history behind them is palpable, even though we don’t know the extent of it.  And Lee is just the same way, looking Dean up and down and “Dean Winchester,” just to hammer home that something is going on here and we should not ignore it.

“You got time?”  “Always.”  Bruh. There are so many details that we can pick up on about them, their relationship, who they were to each other.  Even Dean’s little “you sound good,” come on guys, what the fuck?

That’s another thing: why don’t we know the history?  Why do they shy away from talking about why they split apart?  Dean is clearly upset when Lee mentions Arizona, what happened?  Why did John and Dean never mention Lee? And obviously Lee knows John, hell he seems more sorry than Dean does that John’s dead, but then again, the Dean that Lee remembers idolized John, so that’s definitely a big change for Lee, because Dean clearly doesn’t idolize John anymore.

I just want to hear about everything that’s mentioned in the episode in more detail: Lee and Dean went hunting together, presumably alone, since John caught them drunk on a hunt.  What went on?  I think we know. How often did they hunt together? How long had they known each other? D E T A I L S please Jeremy Adams!!!

“I don’t think I have seen you since Sammy was in college.”

“Right.”

“I mean, hell, I thought you were-”

“Dead?”

Also Lee does this little teasing laugh and everything about them is soft and my chest hurts.

“I mean, that’s usually how this ends, isn’t it?”

And what I want to talk about here is Lee’s reaction, because he doesn’t shrug and do the usual “so it goes” that so many hunters do, he looks at Dean, like really looks at him, he sighs and says a simple “yeah” with this look that’s so soft and so full of something and Dean looks away (doing his eye motion thing he does with Cas) and Lee breaks contact too and looks down and smiles and oh my god.  I told yall this was going to be rambly but I didn’t draw breath while typing that lmao.

I wanna know about the Arizona thing, I want to know why it made Dean uncomfortable when Lee mentioned it, and I want to know why it’s glossed over.  These two were like best friends, you can tell, and for them to just stop talking?  Hm.

They swap tales, talking about the triplets that they “split em up fair and square” even though that’s not possible and they had an orgy obviously.  Dean has this look with the waitress again and you can tell he appreciates it but like?  That’s the end of it?  In the next scene she’s gone and it’s just Lee and Dean talking, Dean making Lee laugh and enjoying it, it’s just so...romantic?

And even though, the second that Lee doesn’t recognize someone he should puts all of us, as the audience on alert, it doesn’t even cross Dean’s mind that Lee is doing something wrong, it’s not even on his radar.

“There’s nothing you can’t have, man.”

“Then who’s gonna kill the bad guys?”

“Somebody else.”

And Dean looks away, because it’s clear what Lee is asking.  He’s asking for Dean to stay.

When Lee starts up the band, I was just struck by how much they look at each other, getting in each other’s space, Lee leaning forward, Dean watching him walk away.  Guys.  This happened in front of our faces on screen.

“Can’t sit around lip syncing ‘Eye of the Tiger’ when no one’s watching.”

This is a callback to the ghost sickness episode, but also an intimate moment that no one gets to see of Dean.  Sam catches him in the act of it on that episode, so how does Lee know he does this?

And then, let’s get to the singing.  Dean’s always postured to Sam that he can’t sing (which we all know Jensen has the voice of an angel) and the buildup to him actually singing was so beautiful, because Lee knows he can, he teases him with the “Eye of the Tiger” thing, winks at him, keeps trying to pull him onstage, stands there and bites his lip when Dean’s singing.  I mean.  I’m at a loss to what else you would think about them, it’s just plain as day: they were together.

The whole thing is just so playful, and we never see playful like this from Dean.  It’s flirty and funny and sweet and just such a nice change of pace, so good for Dean to be with someone that clearly wants to be with him, who he has history with (amidst the divorce he’s currently in w Cas).  Even when they sing together they can’t keep their eyes off of each other and the whole thing is honestly too much it’s so fanfic-y and I can’t handle it.

And then, the big thing, Lee slaps Dean’s ass in the middle of the song, and Dean doesn’t blush, he doesn’t stand up straighter like that’s weird or wrong, he grins this huge amazing beautiful grin and says “you son of a bitch.” What else are we looking for here?  He’s bi.  He’s bi.  With the lighting behind him and the bar named Swayze’s and Lee staring holes through him, we finally saw onscreen, canonical proof that he’s bi.  Sure, it’s been hella subtextual before, but this is text, and no one can ignore it.

At the end of the song, one of Lee’s hands is gripping Dean’s shoulder, and Dean’s arm is around Lee’s waist??????????  Help??????

They round it all out with kicking some gross guys out of Lee’s bar, and Lee stares at Dean and says “still got it.” I mean....I’m running out of ways to say the same thing over and over.

“Best friend’s don’t just leave without saying goodbye.”

“They do if they deserve it.”

Hmmmmmmmm, something to think about with these lines.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on okay, but this is not you.”

Compare that with:

“Cas, this isn’t you, this isn’t you.”

Cool.  Fine.  I want to die.

Lee became the monster because he thought there was no point in being a good person anymore.  You can’t stave them off so you might as well “have a little fun.”  Which I think is interesting because of how apathetic and hopeless Dean’s been since Chuck, since Jack, since Mary, since Rowena, but when it comes down to it, he’s always going to care, which is why we love him.

But what I really want to talk about is the way Dean’s face twists when Lee touches him, he turns his head away, his face contorts, like he wanted Lee to touch him, but not like this.  We’ve seen Dean’s heart break so much in this show, he’s lost so much and so many, but this is something so different.  It’s not only betrayal, or a realization that he has to kill Lee, it’s the loss of what he had with Lee, what he felt for him.  It hurts to watch as an audience member, and I can’t imagine how it is for Dean.

Dean’s voice also breaks when he tries to call Lee back, in case you still had any tears left to cry.

The gunfight is intense, but not nearly as intense as what’s coming.

“I don’t know you.”

“You don’t Dean?  I am you.  I’m just you that woke up and saw that the world was broken.”

“Then you fix it.  You don’t walk away, you fight for it!”

No double meanings in this episode are there?  Perhaps this is a little bit of what happened between them all those years ago bubbling to the surface?

And then we get one of the best fight scenes in the show, and you know when Dean gets that cue stick, that it’s game over for Lee, but what I wasn’t expecting is the sheer heartbreak on Dean’s face.  They both look down at the wound, like they’re both surprised, and Lee holds Dean, he fucking holds him, and this fucking piano music plays when Lee says “okay” and drops to the floor, and Dean leans against the pool table because fuck, how much more can he lose?

And because not even THAT is enough, ten seconds of divorced Destiel distress?  Where Dean clearly wants to talk to Cas but Cas is still giving him the cold shoulder and it breaks Dean’s heart but he doesn’t know how to fix it????

There’s just so much to unpack here, the show is teaching us new things about Sam and Dean and Cas all the time, and yet I feel like I really know Dean know, I;ve seen a little bit of him that I had never seen before, and I’m just grateful. I’m grateful for Dean, grateful for these writers, grateful for his growth.  I’m grateful for the angst and the happiness he had with Lee, however fleeting, and I’m grateful that I get to leave this episode with the fact that Dean is oncreen bi.  Sure, it can be up to interpretation, he didn’t come out and say it, but that’s because he didn’t have to.  Lee knew, so we knew, and that was all that mattered.

This silly, weird show is important to me for so many reasons, (clearly, since I talk about it all the damn time), but Dean especially is so important to me, I see so much of myself in him, and him being allowed to be him, without some grand coming out scene is even better than I could have ever hoped for.  So thank you, Jeremy Adams, for giving us bi Dean, and one of my absolute all time favorite episodes in the show.

[smolbeanieee]

Once Upon a Time | Six

strangers to lovers au

pairing: Younghyun x fem!reader  

genre: fluff, angst

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warning: a little kissing scenes at the beginning. don’t read if you’re uncomfortable

As days goes by, their relationship become more closer than ever as Dahee couldn’t go a day without seeing Younghyun.  She felt like she has grew closer to him without any force.  Thanks to his friendly personality, she get to know him better.  Little did Dahee knows, Younghyun always making indirect hints and skinship with her as he would wrapped his scarf or padded jacket around her to keep her warm or sometimes he would softly brush theirs hands when walking together and proceed to hold Dahee’s hands into his as if nothing happen —like tonight.

“Don’t you feel burdened doing this everyday?” Dahee curiously asked Younghyun as they walked together, side by side—keeping slight distance between them.

Her question makes Younghyun lets out a chuckles that goes unnoticed by Dahee.  Younghyun took a deep breath, shaking his head as a response before speaking up “I’m enjoying this.”

“Even during this hour?”

Younghyun takes a look at his watch that shows the current time which is at 1:37AM  “If this is the only time, we got alone together, I wouldn’t mind at all”  His reply making Dahee’s heart warm as she just smiles in response, occasionally gazing at their clasped hands together as she could felt Younghyun rubbing his thumb against hers.

When they reached at Dahee’s apartment, it’s nearly 2 AM.  Dahee feels bad for Younghyun as he needs to go back home alone at this time. 

“You sure you wanna go back?  It’s quite dangerous during this hour.  I can let stay at my place if you comfortable, you know?” Dahee offers, fidgeting with her keys—looking concerned at Younghyun who standing in front of her.

“It’s okay, I can take taxi to get back home.  Don’t worry much about me.”  Younghyun gives her assuring smiles as he gestures to her get inside the apartment with his hands.  However, Younghyun feels like there is something about their feelings towards each others.  He could felt Dahee feels the same with him.

“If you say so, then—thank you and goodnight.  Let me know if you have arrived.” With that, Dahee bow slightly to him and turn around to unlock her door. 

Just as Dahee were about to enter into her apartment, Younghyun’s voice stop her.

“Dahee, wait”

She hummed in response and turn around—didn’t expect Younghyun to get closer to her like she could look at his sharp facial features up close.  Their proximity distance makes Dahee stumbles with her words “I-is there any problem?” She asked, avoiding eyes contact as Younghyun’s gazes never left to examine her expression.

“Can I kiss you?”

The sudden questions makes Dahee flustered—automatically making eyes contact with him and at the same time,she felt butterflies in her stomach.  Her brain felt so fogged up right now as she can’t think of anything to him “W-what—I mean—yes.” Dahee nods

Upon hearing her consent, Younghyun close the gaps between both of them, making Dahee walked backward into her apartment, feeling as if Younghyun is cornering her.  Dahee could felt his palm caressing her cheeks softly, his intense gazes look up to her eyes and back to her lips before pressing a kiss on her soft lips.

Dahee close her eyes in process as she felt a soft pair of Younghyun’s lips touch hers.  It’s feels amazing as if their lips are perfectly made for each other as Dahee kissed him back.  Dahee sighs in content as Younghyun deepen their kiss as he softly push her to the nearest wall, closing the door with his leg.  She rested her hands behind his head—her hands lost in locking with his soft black hair as their lips moving together in sync.

Their intimate moment were put on halt when Younghyun’s phone suddenly ringing at the moment—Younghyun pulled from their kiss and rested his forehead against her, groaning at the interruption.  The sudden loss of contact making Dahee bit her lip in embarrassment when making eyes contact with Younghyun, averting the attention towards the ringing phone.

“Aren’t you going to pick the call?” Dahee asked

“Ah right about that” Younghyun mumbles as if he’s forgotten about the call when staring at her face and proceed to take out his phone out from his pocket.  He distance himself from Dahee and went up to the front door to answer the call while Dahee proceed walked into her living room—leaving Younghyun alone at the moment.

“Sungjin hyung better had a good reason for calling me at this time” Younghyun said as soon as he heard Sungjin’s voice through the phone.

“Hey, it’s already late.  Where are you now? We had busking tomorrow.   Come home faster”  Sungjin reminds him and abruptly end call without Younghyun had a chance to say anything to him back.

Younghyun can’t believe his leader just disturb his moment with Dahee just to remind him about the busking tomorrow, making Younghyun leaves in speechless and disbelief as he sighs deeply.

“Did...something happen?” Dahee curiously asked when she heard he ended the call, examining his expression.

“It’s nothing..it’s just I had to leave now.  I got busking for tomorrow so I can’t stay over.  I’m sorry.” He apologizes as making his way out from the apartment, putting his shoes on in process—feeling bad to left her hanging.

Dahee chuckles seeing his expression as if he’s guilty of something.  Their shared kisses has confirm what she felt towards him now.  Something that she wants to tell him but it’s seem like tonight is not the chance she had.

“That’s okay.  You need to rest well too.  Don’t overwork yourself.”

“Okay, I’ll contact you tomorrow.” Younghyun said, as grins never left his face and before Dahee could do anything, he took a peck on her lips and runs down to the hallway—shouting a goodnight and waves to her.

Dahee were shocked by the sudden peck but soon giggles erupts from her lips when she saw Younghyun’s excited expression plastered on his face.  For awhile in her life, she believe lose wasn’t that bad and Dahee wanted to be loved from someone and to love someone and there is only one man occupied in her mind right which is, Kang Younghyun.

— — — — —

Just as they ended the busking, the band went to their shared apartment for dinner.  It is a normal dinner for them, but not Dowoon.  He’s oddly been quiet during the dinner, just eating in his own world.  His behaviour didn’t go unnoticed by his band members as the leader speak up.

“Dowoon-ah, you’ve been quiet during the dinner.  Is the food doesn’t taste tasty to you?”  The leader question makes the whole group’s attention avert towards the maknae

Dowoon slightly surprised at the sudden question as he looks up, all his hyungs been staring at him, waiting for his answer “What? It’s does taste tasty.  It’s just...” He trails his words, his chopstick fiddling with the remaining food.

“Is there something bothering you?” Jae, the older in the group asked him

“Y-yeah” He replied, looking at Younghyun who is currently sitting by his side.

All his hyungs urges Dowoon to open up about his concern and slowly, Dowoon spills everything that has been bothering in his mind lately—it’s about his older sister, Yoon Dahee.  Younghyun is taken aback from Dowoon sudden concern as he’s been keeping quiet the whole time. 

“Hyung, you do know about this right? She’s has been your study partner for about couple of months.  Didn’t she tell you anything?” Dowoon curiously asked after he told the members of what happened 7 years back, sounding hopeful in his voice, as if hoping Younghyun would tell him everything about Dahee’s whereabouts and her conditions. 

Younghyun knows that this time would come, the time that Dowoon knows about Dahee.  However, Younghyun knew Dahee asked him to keep it as secret, but Dowoon seems desperate to know about his older sister and he has right to know about it.  “Yeah, I know about it.  She told me everything that has happened back then.” Younghyun replied, putting down his utensils on the plate.

“Then why you didn’t told me about it? I been looking for her this whole time” Dowoon sudden seriousness in his voice makes Jae, Sungjin and Wonpil left the dining table slowly, leaving the drummer and bassist to settle their misunderstanding alone as they watch from the living from if anything happen.

Younghyun senses that Dowoon might felt betray by himself for keeping secret from him but actually it’s not.  So, he felt it would be better to explain to him of what happened from the beginning “Dowoon-ah, this is not what you’re thinking.  I didn’t purposely to keep it as a secret from you, okay? She asked to keep silent about it until she had courage to meet you.  For the start, I didn’t knew about it as well.  But, we coincidentally met with each other and end up as a study partner.  From the beginning she know you and I in the same band, and heck she even avoid me and talks not more than university stuff.  However, we did grew closer together without me knowing about her story.  It took her couple of months to open to me.” Younghyun explain, looking at Dowoon who already lowering his gaze down to the empty plate in front of him.  “Dowoon-ah, your older sister misses you as much you miss her.  She wants to meet you so bad.  She’s been searching for you for about one year, but she didn’t found you.  So, she thought you don’t want to meet her.” Younghyun assures the youngest, patting on his head in comforting way.

“Hyung, can you take me to see her, please?” Dowoon pleads, looking at Younghyun with teary eyes at the corner of his eyes

“Of course I can.” Younghyun assures him

— — — — — 

A week passed and Younghyun manage to come up with a plan for Dowoon to meet up with Dahee.  So, now they are at the usual park they came after Dahee finish with her job— taking sweet time together before sending Dahee back to her apartment.

Dahee been waiting for Younghyun at the bench while he went up to the nearest convenience store to get their usual drinks.  However, it’s took him 10 minutes, longer than usual while he usually takes less than 5 minutes to go to the store.

“Ah, why you so late? The store isn’t that fa--” Dahee’s whines stopped right after she look up at the man from her seat who handed her canned coffee towards her. Obviously it’s not Younghyun, but Dowoon.  Her youngest brother.

“Why...why are you here?” Dahee stutters, biting her lips in shocked as her eyes are brimming with tears

“Noona, I miss you.” Dowoon said, take a step further to give her hug but Dahee take a step back

“How do you know I’m here?” She asked, fists clenching in frustration as she knows Younghyun is the mastermind behind this encounter.

“Noona, it’s not importan--”

Dahee cut him off “It’s Younghyun, am I right?”

“It’s not hyung’s fault.  I’m the one who asked him to bring you to me.  Noona, I’m really happy to see.  I’m so worried about you” Dowoon asked but only earn glare from the older sister

“Are you? Weren’t you suppose to worry about me 7 years ago? The time I get all the hates for Dad’s wrongdoings?”

“Noona, I’m sorr--”

“If you were sorry towards me, where were you when I needed you the most?!” Dahee burst out in angers as she tries to hold her tears from falling but failed.

“Noona don’t go” Dowoon tries to beg Dahee to stay but she push his hands away that try to stop him.

Dahee wipes her tears from her eyes walked away from the park and then Younghyun came shortly after watching the siblings from afar.  Younghyun grabs her arms to stop Dahee as she tries to push him away but Younghyun just pulls her closer.

“Let me go!” Dahee said

“Listen to Dowoon first”

“Why should I? I trust you but you sold me.  You broke our promise, Younghyun” Dahee’s words makes Younghyun felt his heart ache as if he has stabbed with knife upon hearing the words and his grips on her arms loosen, making Dahee walk away, leaving Younghyun and Dowoon behind.

— — — — — 

After the incident, Dowoon and Younghyun tried to call Dahee numerous of times but failed.  Younghyun didn’t get to meet with Dahee at the college as their semesters has ended and they only left with the final presentation of the project. 

Younghyun felt bad toward her because he broke their promise but at the same time he felt at Dowoon.  He is also worried for her as he can’t her anywhere.  The last resort would be, going to the apartment.

After he rang the bell a few times, Younghyun shocked seeing Taeyong is the one who open up the door.

“I know you would come here.There is something I need to give to you. Wait a moment” Taeyong said as he leave to take something inside

“Dahee isn’t here. But she asked me to give this to you if you come here” Taeyong said when  he saw Younghyun tries to look inside the apartment, hoping to catch glimpse of Dahee.  “Here” Taeyong hands over a file towards Younghyun as he took it in his hands “It’s reading materials for your presentation.  Dahee said she doesn’t want to meet with you except for the presentation day”

Younghyun nods in understanding and mumbles a thank you as his mind try to come up with any question about her whereabouts. “ Perhaps, do you where is she now?” Younghyun try his luck and Taeyong just smiles in response

“As you can see, she’s not here but she’s somewhere where she felt safe.  I can’t tell you as I also don’t know where she’s going.  Don’t worry, she’s safe and will be back whenever she’s ready” Taeyong said, patting the bassist shoulder in assurances.

“Don’t you wanna know about what happened?” Younghyun asked

“Dahee told me everything before she left.  I guess it is a good thing she has meet with Dowoon but I think she’s not ready to face him yet.  Don’t worry, I’m not angry at you for bringing Dowoon to her but instead, I’m thankful.  Thank goodness she met with you” Taeyong explained as Younghyun’s expression soften when heard about him.

“Thank you Taeyong.  I’m really worry about her and can you please tell me if anything happened to her?”

“Of course.  I will do contact you if anything happened to her.” Taeyong said, as they exchange handshakes before Younghyun leave Dahee’s apartment.

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[feliannefluff]

Last Song, A FeliAnne fic

Disclaimer: Fire Emblem and characters belong to the original creator

Summary: Becoming separated from the Kingdom's army after a battle during the war, Annette finds herself in dire situation, thinking about the one she loves most. In her final moments, the pure-hearted girl does what she does best.  (Felix x Annette)

After doing literally 6 runs of this game and all routes, I've finally gotten around to writing a fic for my 2nd OTP of the game (the first being Dimileth). Hope ya'll enjoy

This is bad. So bad...I can't believe I really screwed this up.

Annette anxiously thought as she stumbled her way through the dark, unfamiliar woods of the Empire's territory. With each strained step forward, the redhead kicked herself as she lamented the biggest mistake she had ever made since joining the war with her companions.

The surroundings grew cold and damp as rain began falling through the tree tops, causing the ground to become muddy and slippery. Eventually, Annette found she could go no further. Her body was beyond exhaustion and hurt intensely. The female's body collapsed against a nearby tree. Annette slowly slid down into a sitting position and watched as the large drops of rain poured down.

If I hadn't forgotten part of the Professor's plan and followed my unit to the east instead of west, I wouldn't have gotten separated. I really am...such a klutz...

Tears sprung to Annette's eyes as she balled her hand into a fist and shoved it into the dirt. As she did, the beautiful sparkling ring on her finger became coated in mud.

"Oh no...!" She shouted, immediately realizing what she had just done. Annette used her other hand to dig around in her pocket in search of a handkerchief. Pulling out the piece of cloth, the clumsy girl began tentatively rubbing it against the ring's surface.

With only a few seconds, the ring was as good as new, thankfully. Annette breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, thank the Goddess. Leave it to me to immediately mess up the ring he just gave me...Annette let out a half laugh as she forced a smile, Really, I can't believe myself sometimes.

Annette ran her fingers along the ring's pretty gem that reflected her face in it as she looked at it. Her somewhat pained grin transformed into a happy one as she thought of the man who had given the ring only a month ago. While the two of them had been dating since their reunion at Garreg Mach, the actual proposal had come as a complete shock. Though the happiness she received from it certainly out-wayed the surprise.

Annette shut her eyes and let the memory of that day she received the jewelry play back in her mind.

"Marry me."

Annette dropped the watering can she'd been holding, sending a bunch of water spilling everywhere. In sync with this, the girl's mouth also fell agape while the rest of her face went blank.

"Eh? W-What?" The somewhat air-headed girl found her sight falling down at the box being presented to her by her boyfriend, Felix Hugo Fraldarius. Unable to find the right words to respond with in the moment, Annette simply mumbled nervously, "F-Felix, I d..."

"What, you don't want to? Tch." As usual, Felix's voice was stern and somewhat cold. The heir to the Fraldarius house let out an annoyed sigh before turning away, trying to hide his red face, "Forget I said anything then. See you." Was all the man said as he began to take his leave.

Annette felt her surprise turn into instant panic when she saw him walk away. Without even thinking it through, she quickly grabbed hold of Felix's arm, followed by giving the limb a hard yank. The force pulled Felix back towards Annette, and before the two realized, the couple was on the floor with Felix on top. Both of the Blue Lion member's faces turned redder than Edelgard's armor.

"W-What the hell was that for?!" Felix shouted, feeling far more embarrassed now than a few moments ago.

"Because you were about to leave! I had to stop you!"

"Y-Yeah, I was, because you obviously didn't like the ring, woman!"

Annette shook her head dramatically, "T-That wasn't the reason, Felix! I was just shocked. I mean, who just pulls out a proposal in the middle of tending the greenhouse?"

The tsundere warrior clenched his teeth like that of an angry wolf as his cheeks blushed even brighter, "I knew I shouldn't have listened to that dumbass..."

By 'dumbass', Annette could only surmise that her boyfriend was referring to their house's famous playboy Sylvain Jose Gautier.

The couple removed themselves from the floor and turned away, both of them too flustered to know what to say to the other next. However, the silence only lasted a few minutes before Felix gathered up what little was left of his courage to voice his thoughts,

"Look, I get it, all right. I realize better than anyone that I'm not the best choice for a husband. Hell, even I don't think that role suits a warrior like me." Felix groaned while running fingers through his strewn about bangs, "I mean, before I met you, Annette, I never planned on marrying anyone, even for the sake of continuing my family's line. When I first started at the academy, I only wanted to grow stronger. I had no interest at all of taking a partner or doing the cliche things any son of a noble family has to do. But now, things are...different."

Annette parted her lips to say something but her boyfriend placed his fingertip to her mouth to stop her.

Felix's beautiful red orbs trembled as he let out every honest feeling he had, "We've been going out since basically the Blue Lion's reunion. I just thought, that, given the recent events during this goddess forsaken war...and since I'm the one who will have to carry on my family's house since my idiot of a father's gone...a-and since I..c-care about...you, I figured if I had to take a wife, then..."

Annette felt her heartbeat speed up as she observed the precious sight that was a nervous, stuttering Felix. This moment was just as endearing the last time he'd gone into this state, which was ironically the day he confessed to liking her, which had also taken place in the very same greenhouse they stood in now.

Also just like before, Felix ended up becoming so overloaded with his feelings that he suddenly cut himself out and shouted, "Damn it, just forget it, okay! I don't have a frickin' clue what I'm even saying anymore!"

As the dark-haired man made yet another attempt to flee, Annette responded once more with reaching out to him. However, instead of grabbing his arm, she pulled Felix into the tightest hug her tiny body could manage.

"I'll marry you."

"Huh?" Felix looked down at Annette who was peering up at him like an adorable kitten. The only words the embarrassed man could respond with, were, "...You will?"

"W-Well, I do love you too, so o-of course I will!" Annette lowered her face so that her orange bangs fell over her eyes, "I'm sorry, I never meant to make it seem like I rejected you. I was just so...shocked. I guess I've just been having too much fun lately, with us spending all our free days together that I never imagined anything would change." The sweet-hearted girl closed any remaining distance between the two of them. She then rested her chin onto Felix's shoulder lovingly, "Except, I do have one condition. Is that okay?"

Felix, still at a loss, simply returned the hug and whispered back, "What is it...?"

"The next free day we get, you have to help me with writing my newest song."

Felix's gaze fell into his love's as she flashed him one of her famous angelic smiles. Without even realizing he was doing it, the tsundere responded with his rare kind smirk that he only ever showed her when they were alone, "O-okay, sure. What song will it be this time? More swamp besties, or maybe a sequel to the library piece?"

Annette's smile deepened as her boyfriend continued to excitedly press for details about the song. Though he didn't know it yet, Annette had the most perfect idea for this song than any of her past works. And she knew once it was finished, Felix would be happier than he ever had been listening to the other songs.

Ahh...that's right. We never got to...finish it...

A thick stream of red flowed down Annette's chin as she came back into contact with realty. Slowly, she raised her left hand to admire the ring again. However, this time, the sight of the lovely jewelry was blurred and hard to make out.

Hot tears fell as Annette tried to calm her breathing, feeling a disturbing feeling rise from within her.

"It'll be okay. I may be too weak to use any of my white magic to heal, and I've also run out of all my concoctions the Professor had given me before the battle, but..."

The sight of Felix's handsome features flashed through Annette's mind in time with a bit of lightning that struck near where she rested. The loud sound of thunder crackling was drowned out in Annette's mind by her love's voice repeating things he'd said to her over their time together,

"You have nice footwork."

"I can't forget. It's permanently etched into my memory."

"If you blow up the library, where will we put the books?"

"You shouldn't dance up there, you could fall."

"What, you're not going to sing anymore?"

"It's like I'm your captive. I hear you sing whenever I'm asleep, or on the battlefield..."

"Sing for me, please Annette?"

The light in Annette's eyes soon became as gray as the sky overhead as she listened to her memories carefully. With each second, she could feel her consciousness begin to fade. So an idea came to mind.

Using the last bit of energy remaining within her, Annette pulled out her magic grimoire and cast a spell she had recently learned in secret back in the Garreg Mach library. Though it was her first time really using the spell, she was sure it would work. After mumbling an incantation, a clear orb of light appeared in midair. Annette stared into the orb, watching her reflection in the orb's clear surface.

He never...got to hear the finished version...and knowing Felix, I'm sure he'll be super angry if he doesn't get to listen to it just once.

Despite the fact that Annette's body had lost all feeling and ability to move now, she pushed herself with everything she had to flash one goofy grin at the orb. Her blood-stained lips then parted as she began to sing.

"Hey, you hear something?"

Two Imperial soldiers walked along the woods, set on the task to find any remaining enemies still sneaking around.

"No, do you?" The second Imp asked his comrade who seemed to be looking off in a specific direction.

"Call me crazy, but I swear I hear a girl singing. It's coming from over here..."

The two followed the sound until, just as the first soldier had stated- a girl came into sight before them. Her voice was hoarse and weak. The singing had gotten much quieter too in the short time it had taken the Imps to discover her. The men approached the tree, both drawing their swords as they did so. The singing immediately stopped as the dying woman looked up at them with eyes as dead as a fish's.

"Tch, this bitch is totally finished. Just look at that disgusting face over hers."

"She's probably a stray from that damned Kingdom army. Just finish her and we can go back home."

The first soldier leered down at her as he raised his sword. Weapon ready to strike its final blow, the man asked the girl, "Any last words, you brat?"

She watched both men for a minute, her expression still and unshaken. For a moment, the soldiers wondered if she'd already bit the dust. However, without warning, a weak smile found itself across the girl's face. A shaking arm covered in bruises and crimson reached out to one of the men.

The Imps just exchanged looks and shook their heads in disgust. His patience completely gone by this point, the soldier brought down his sword. As he did, the girl's voice could just barely be heard as the steel of the weapon slashed through her flesh.

"Well...did you like the song...Felix...?"

The sound of her body falling into the mud was drowned out as the rain pounded down harder than it had. The only thing that could be heard after was the sound of two cackling males.

"Felix, slow down! If you keep charging through enemy territory like this, we'll get sniped before we can ever find her!"

"Shut the hell up, Sylvain! Finding her is more important than anything else right now!"

The two distressed childhood friends rode through the last place their fellow comrades had seen Annette before she'd gotten separated from the army.

"J-Just calm down, man! It's bad enough you cursed his Highness and Teach out before stealing one of the army's horses and..."

"I SAID TO SHUT UP!"

Sylvain had basically lived his entire life being screamed at by Felix. Their entire relationship really was just 99% of the grouchy male shouting at the playboy. However, the way Felix had shrieked at him just now was unlike any of the other times. Felix's voice was beyond cracking, almost as if he were choking back the urge to cry from the fear he was currently experiencing.

From the moment Byleth had informed their class of Annette's missing whereabouts, Felix had become an entirely different person. Honestly, his disposition was reminiscent of Dimitri's wild behavior from a month prior.

Deciding to remain quiet, the son of the Gautier house continued riding behind Felix. It didn't take long before they finally reached the place they had set out for. Though what they discovered there, was far from anything the two had hoped for.

"Oh shit..." Sylvain choked out as he and Felix dismounted their horses.

Felix's face that had been full of panic and anger a moment ago was now overtaken with a mix of horror and sorrow as he took in the disturbing sight by a tree in the forest's center.

"Ah..." Felix stumbled through a mix of dirt and blood on the ground over to a figure lying motionless on the ground. With each inch closer the usually stoic man got to the scene, his heart clenched painfully. Eventually, Felix made it over so he could get a clear view of the sight. For a moment, he just stood still. Looking down at the body, he noticed a bloody ring shimmering up at him.

Sylvain swallowed hard while he waited Felix to voice their worst fears. However, when Felix stood motionless for a solid two minutes, the redhead became concerned and tried to call out to his best friend. As Felix's name left Sylvain's mouth, another bolt of lightning flashed- lighting up every part of the dark scenery around them. Time itself seemed to come to a stop for only a second. In the lit up area, Sylvain felt his breath leave him when his eyes caught sight of Annette laying there at Felix's feet, her face lifeless as could be. As the lightning finished striking, Felix fell to his knees. As he did, the tie holding his long hair back snapped. Black locks flew around and then coated over Felix's face. His mind shutting down, Felix's body began moving on its arms took hold of Annette's breathless body. Holding her close, Felix ran fingers along his fiance's ice cold cheeks. He pushed some straying hairs out of her still opened eyes as his hallow ones stared down at her.

"...Sorry...for being late..." Felix's voice was disturbingly calm as he spoke. His head fell against Annette's own, "I've been late the last several times during our cleaning duties lately too...you'll have to scold me later, won't you..." Though his eyes held no emotion in them anymore, beads of water formed in their corners, "...Annette..."

Sylvain turned away from the scene, partially to give his best friend some privacy but also because his own heart could barely take this scene.

"Why the hell did this have to happen to her of all people...Damn the Empire..." Slyvain shut his eyes painfully as he lamented everything about this situation. Of all the horrors their class had witnessed in this awful war, this was by far the worst. After some time, the rain finally let up. Noticing the change, Sylvain decided the next course of action they should take. He slowly made his way over to Felix who was still holding Annette in silence.

Placing a hand onto Felix's shoulder, Sylvain spoke, "Hey, Felix...I think we should start heading ba-" But the red haired male was cut off mid-sentence when the corner of his eye caught something odd shining from the ground nearby. Walking over to it, he picked up what appeared to be a sphere of some sort.

"What the hell is this...? An enemy's weapon they dropped, or...?" In an attempt to discover what the item was, Slyvain began messing around with the orb in hand. After pressing a finger to a certain spot, the orb suddenly glowed more brightly. A moment later, Annette's smiling face could be seen mirrored in the sphere's center.

"F-Felix, look!"

Hesitant to listen to anything at this point, said male reluctantly looked back. His red eyes widened greatly when he spotted the face of his love reflecting from the sphere in his friend's hand.

"What..."

Before the two men could say anything else, Annette's voice echoed from the object and her face began moving as if she were still alive before them,

"Hi, Felix. If you're watching this, than, uh...I may...already be gone. I'm casting a special spell so I can make sure I show you something special, just in case...you don't...make it here in ti-"

The sphere showed Annette hacking up blood before she continued. Both Felix and Sylvain watched in agony as the recording continued.

"S-Sorry about that! You know me, Felix, I'm such a klutz. I kinda...got into some trouble after getting separated from the others, so please don't mind my, ...appearance, okay? Hee hee."

Felix's vision blurred intensely as he kept watching the last moments of Annette from the sphere.

Anyway, I didn't ever get to show you the finished song. You know, the one we came up with together. I made some changes to it without telling you, and I wanted you to hear it. I think you'll really like this one. Be sure to let me know what you think, okay? Remember Felix, I won't forgive you if you don't tell me how you feel about it afterwards! Oh, and..." Annette paused before bringing up her hands in an apology gesture, "I never made a dance to go along with this one. Sorry about that...I know how much you loved my footwork after all. But to make up for the lack of dance, I-I put in extra love! Oh, geez, that actually sounded way less cheesy in my head...Uh, anyways...here it goes. I hope you enjoy it, Felix!"

Annette's face brightened as her took in a deep breath. A second later, her beautiful singing sounded out.

The song was unlike anything Felix had ever heard from her. It was as cutesy and happy as any of her others, but the her voice went to a different level when it sung this number. The lyrics spoke of her feelings for him and the future she was excited to share with Felix once the war was finally over. Though the song only lasted a moment before the recording finally cut out, the music touched to his very core. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Felix dropped to the ground again and took hold of Annette's body. As the lyrics of her song ran through his mind, the sound of his pained sobs drowned out everything else. Meanwhile, Sylvain walked back over to the horses and turned his eyes towards the sky. How cruel and how ironic the sky looked overhead. It had been pouring since the moment the battle against the Empire started but now it was free of clouds and showing the first sight of the sun peering down at them.

...That sky...it's a lot like Annette herself. Bright and free of any dark at all. I wonder if she's watching us from up there with the Goddess...

Sylvain buried his head against the neck of his horse as he too let his emotions overcome him.

Meanwhile, Felix still clung to Annette. As he did, his low voice could be heard singing back the song Annette had performed in the magic sphere.

As the song repeated over and over, the ring on Felix's finger clenched against Annette's.

By a strange turn of fate, two very different people met at the Officer's Academy five years ago. The two were polar opposites in near every way but despite this, the two found joy in each other's company. Though their future together had been ripped away, the Blue Lions would never forget the love that had been shared between their powerful warrior and pure angel.

Author's Comments: Let me just say one thing...I apologize for the abrupt end of this. I do think I wanna write one more chapter to this but my brain just gave out at the end here and I couldn't think of any more so I'm very sorry *bows*

I also apologize for not actually writing out Annette's song. I so very wanted to but Annette has such a unique song style and I can't write songs for crap any ways. Though if any one is willing to come up with one, I'll be more than happy to include and credit you in the next chapter.

I bet you guys are wondering just how TF I'm gonna write another chapter after this major angst, so I'll give you a hint: Byleth's powers. That's all I'm gonna say.

Anyways, thanks so much for reading. Please, please, PLEASE leave a review if you enjoyed and what you hope to see in the next chapter. Feedback is very appreciated

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A Bad Decision {Whumptober Day 3- Prompt- Delirium}

{ When Peter doesn’t go to medical after an injury, the wound gets infected. Fearing the consequences if Tony finds out, Peter tries to take care of it himself. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go quite as well as hoped. Day 3 of Whumptober? Prompt 3- delirium. POTENTIAL T/W FOR INTENSE DESCRIPTION OF AN INFECTED WOUND, VOMITING, MINOR ANXIETY, AND MORPHINE TO TREAT PAIN. If any of these things may be triggering to you, please stay safe by doing what is best for you! @whumptober2019 }

Okay, sure, Peter had dodged medical. But they all dodged medical. He’d once witnessed Natasha claiming she could ‘stitch herself up’ whilst trying to hold her own intestines inside her body. It hadn’t been a big deal. It wasn’t a big deal. It was a scratch, really. His healing would take care of it, just like it always did. Or maybe not.

He prodded the flesh gently, his hand flinching away on contact. The cut was just above his lowest rib, festering and bubbling with pus. The skin around it was burning hot, sending a sharp pain through his body with Peter’s every move. He eyed the cabinet above his bathroom sink warily. If he went to medical like this, Tony was bound to find out. If Tony found out, he was bound to kill Peter and take his suit away, not necessarily in that order. His only choice was to take care of this himself, and the cut was going to need to be cleaned, ASAP. He took a shaky breath and opened the closet door.

Bottles of pills and first aid supplies lined the shelves. Tony wasn’t stupid, he knew his kid better than to think he’d have a doctor look at every cut and scrape. To make up for it, Peter had access to everything he’d need to take care of minor things. He glanced down at his bare chest again, wondering if this counted as minor.

First thing first, this was gonna hurt bad enough as it was, he could at least take some of his superhero-level prescribed painkillers. He grabbed the bottle, shaking a few into his hand. He slurped at the tap water from his sink, washing the pills down with some difficulty. He’d never been good with capsules.

Now was the hard part. Peter could do this, after all, he’d done it plenty of times before. A little peroxide, wrap up the wound tight, and he’d be all set. Hopefully. Before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed the brown bottle, screwed off the cap, and poured it directly onto the wound.

Spots danced behind his eyes, his entire body shaking, trying to reject the process. He forced himself not to stop, biting down hard onto his tongue when he felt nausea building up. He couldn’t help but let out a strained cry. He had half a mind to just call his dad, let Tony take him to medical. Stroke his hair while the doctor fixed him up. Telling him to rest but promising a proper lecture in the morning. The last part is was made him push on. When he realized he’d stopped pouring the liquid fire, he put his shaking hand back, making himself pour again.

He bit his tongue again, straight through the delicate flesh. It was the taste of blood that did him in, sending him to retch over the sink. At first it was dry heaves, barely escaping as he swallowed convulsively. He wouldn’t throw up. He wouldn’t throw up. Despite his efforts, the medication came up first, strings of half digested, chalky pills dripping from his lips. Another contraction of his stomach muscles and a full fledged stream of liquid left his mouth, snot running down his nose to join. His shoulders racked with sobs as his body set out for another round, and another, and another. It was all bile now, burning his esophagus as tears streamed down his face. His body didn’t stop though, convulsing until black spots danced in front of his eyes, his body begging for oxygen.

Slowly, finally, the torture stopped. He took deep breaths, eying the wound again. Now that it wasn’t filled with pus, he could tell it was deeper than he’d originally thought. Seeping out a steady stream of blood. He’d have to stitch it up. His eyes darted back up to the shelf. Apparently his dad hadn’t thought that was necessary supplies outside of the medbay. He’d have to make do.

Pressing a wash cloth against the wound, he ventured back into his room, heading for his desk. He gruffly shoved a drawer open, rummaging through the mess. Peter’s room may be pristine on the outside, but inside the drawers junk was littered everywhere. It took him a few minutes to find the old sewing kit. The one he’d used to stitch up his makeshift suit before his dad had found out he was Spider-Man and given him an upgrade.

He reluctantly carried it back to the bathroom, opening the bag and spilling out its contents. He grabbed the biggest needle he saw, dousing it in alcohol before doing the same with a black spool of thread. He found it harder to thread the needle than originally planned. His hands were trembling, his vision doubling. It was only by dumb luck that he managed to pull the string through.

He swallowed heavily, staring at the wound. It’s just like sewing up your suit. He quietly promised himself. Nothing to worry about.

Before he could think about it any more, he pinched his skin together and stuck the needle straight through it. The needle was all the way through before the newest wave of pain caught up with him, and he had to grit his teethe hard to quiet the sobs racking his shoulders. His eyes watered, making his vision fuz all over again. He’d done it, though. He’d stuck the needle straight through. That had to be the worst part, right? Wrong. The friction of thread against skin, pulling pain stakingly slowly, finally sent him over the edge.

He let out a strangled cry, letting go of the needle so the string dangled loosely from his flesh. He tried to steady himself on the sink basin, but his hands were slick with blooding, slipping off of the smooth surface. He fell, his head smacking porcelain and tile. His vision burned bright white, and then went black.

oOoO

Tony was in the zone. Music blasting loud enough to burst his eardrums, tools being handed to him before he even had to say it, his AIs and drones and robots all working in sync has laser focused on his newest projects. This could change lives, save lives, end world hunger and-. “Uh, FRIDAY? Why did you just turn off my AC/DC?”

“Sorry boss, but I believe Peter is in distress and may need assistance.” Tony was up and walking at that. Or, more so running.

“What kid of distress are we talking here, FRI? Panic attack? Stomach bug? I swear to Thor if he caught another asgardian stomach bug I-“

“Peter appears to be suffering from a seizure” Tony’s blood ran cold.

“Call Cho, get her up here now.”

“Already done, boss.”

The ride up the elevator to the next floor felt endless, like the trip was miles long. He was out of the door as soon as there was enough space for him to squeeze through. Tony was practically tripping over himself to get into Peter’s room.

The room was empty, contents from his desk drawer strewn across its surface, and the bathroom door ajar. He could just see Peter’s bare foot, shaking sporadically.

“Peter? Pete?” He dashed forward, and the closer he got the worse it was.

Blood was everywhere, red hand prints streaming down the sink, dark liquid pooling on the floor, already drying brown on his kid’s face. And then there was the wound. The blood was almost bubbling up from it, the skin puckered and sickening red streaks spread out from his skin. Yellow pus and cloudy liquid leaked out with the blood. Infection. Worst of all a string with a needle hung from it, a single sloppy stitch cutting through his skin. He’d actually tried to stitch himself up. Tony dropped to his knees and prodded the blood-covered forehead, cringing at just how hot it was. How had this happened?

There was protocol in place for this. Karen should have alerted him, or FRIDAY, or one of the hundred of AIs and drones and robots he had flying around this place. Medical had strict instructions to always check the kid over, even if he seemed fine. The kid was a seasoned liar with little to no self preservation.

“Kid, please wake up.” He clutched the sticky hand. “Please.”

His only response was more convulsive shaking from the kid’s body. He wanted to stay there forever. Just clutching onto his baby. But Cho was shoving him out of the way, strong arms were holding him back, someone was putting Peter on a stretched, carrying him away. He caught a hint of blue on his kid’s lips, lacking oxygen and color. He all but collapsed into Steve’s arms.

oOoO

“Can’t you give him something for the pain?” Cho’s eyes studied him like Tony was a hurt puppy dog.

“The best we have is Steve’s morphine, and you know the consequences of that can be-“

“I don’t care!” Tears were prickling behind the man’s eyes and he desperately blinked them away.

“Tony,” Steve’s soft voice washed over him, always grounding. The younger man’s calloused hand rested on Tony’s shoulder. “Just take a deep breath, then decide.”

Reluctantly, he did as he was told. The first inhale was choppy, anxiety racking his system. But the next was a little easier, easing the tension built up in his shoulders.

“I just… Look at him.” Tony’s eyes flickered from Peter’s trembling form to Steve’s pinched expression. “He’s hurting.” Cho nodded in understanding.

“It’s your call, Tony. I have to hear you say it though, and you’ll need to sign off on some paperwork.”

“That’s fine, just… give him whatever it takes to stop hurting.”

oOoO

Someone was stroking Peter’s hair. Long, calloused fingers allowing the curly strands to slips through their finger tips over and over again. Peter liked that.

He blinked his eyes open, trying to adjust to the light. Where was he? Everything was white, and blurry at the edges. Like the entire world had become soft. Someone hovered just to his right, but not looking at him. He slowly attached the arm to the fingers in the hair. Same person. Looking down at something small and glowing. A phone, maybe, but Peter was too tired to really tell. A halo formed around the light of it though, and Peter was pretty sure that was weird. In fact, halos were forming around all the lights. He blinked hard but it didn’t go away.

“Pete?” The voice was floaty, almost far away. “Peter, you feeling alright, bud?” Peter’s eyes drifted lazily towards the noise, apparently coming from the man next to him. He recognized the face, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He just knew that face made him feel really good. In fact everything felt really good right now. Even if he couldn’t get any of his thoughts into a straight line.

He smiled wordlessly at the man, and the face smirked back. “Go back to sleep, kiddo. You’re gonna be feeling pretty out of it for awhile.” The voice was still floaty and sing songy, like a lullaby. My tried to tell him to keep talking but only a jumbled mass of sounds came out of his mouth. He frowned a little but the man just chuckled. “It’s okay bambino, I’m not going anywhere.” The voice didn’t stop this time, and Peter let his eyes drift closing, knowing it would still be there when he woke up.

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[instakpop]

Suho scenario - Diamond

Requested by “anon” 💖

Genre: SMUT, sugar daddy/rich man au (?), MasterxKitten play

It’s been a little over a year since you’ve been working at the Diamond Café, the hottest, most luxurious jazz club in all of South Korea. Before you came along, it was just a place that played jazz music over the speaker system. After a little negotiating with the owner, you were hired as the live entertainment. Normally income relying solely on tips doesn’t sound like much, but the Diamond Café is not a place for the cheap and sleaze

.With bottles selling up to a thousand dollars, the clientele was far from ordinary. Every night you’d come within a few feet of the wealthiest people in the world. You’d go home at night with pockets stuffed with cash. You’ve noticed, the more you come off as a tease, the more tips you receive. Eye contact, little smiles, and winks are the three biggest money makers.

Over time the days started to blend. Nothing very special happened. It was the same people in and out of the club, the same songs were being requested and your tip money was about the same every night. It wasn’t until your boss arranged a party for his VIP regulars that everything would change.

Each year, your boss would throw a massive party. Only the upper echelons of Seoul were invited. This would be the first time there would be live entertainment at the event and one thing you can’t do is mess up. The people in the audience could very well hire you for their next parties.

The night fell upon you and the butterflies in your stomach started fluttering away. In the dressing room, you applied the last touch of makeup and checked your hair. Thanks to your tips from the other night, you bought a new dress that sparkled under the spotlight and hugged your curves perfectly. You felt confident just by looking in the mirror. Your boss knocked on the door, signaling you to get out there. You took a deep breath and walked out to the stage.

Everyone in the lounge was dripping in designer clothing, but their eyes were on you. You started the first song, looking out at the crowd. The guests were either engrossed in their private conversations or looking right back at you, enjoying the song. You searched the crowd, giving little winks to the men who were clearly available.

Your eyes locked with a younger gentleman sitting at the bar. He smirked at you while nursing his gin and tonic. You could practically feel him stripping you out of your clothes in his mind. His gaze went from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t. There was something so intriguing about him.

The night went on, the song requests poured in, and the man at the bar never once took his sights off of you. The mystery in his eyes left plenty of room for imagination. What was he thinking? Is he interested in you?

You could feel the fever rising as you start the next song. The slow drumbeat matched each thump of your steady heartbeat.

look and stare so deep in your eyes

I touch on you more and more every time

When you leave, I'm begging you not to go

Call your name two or three times in a row

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain

How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame

'Cause I know I don't understand

Just how your love can do what no one else can

You completely lost yourself in the rhythm. Your thoughts went wild as the lyrics spilled from your lips. The audience was in a deep trance as the atmosphere in the room changed.

When the song ended, the audience applauded. Several people came by on their way to the bar to drop in some tips. You blinked a few times, coming back to reality. Your face felt flushed, your heart started racing and you needed some air.

“We’re going to take a brief intermission.” You announced.

Everyone went about their business and you headed straight for the back door. You burst out of the building, frantically breathing in the fresh air. Your hands pressed to your warm cheeks. How did he rattle you so much?

You waited a few moments before turning back to head inside. You were about to walk into your dressing room when you were stopped by your boss.

“Y/n. What happened to you out there? One second, you had them eating out of the palm of your hand, the next second, you looked like you were about to collapse.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just… feeling a little faint.” Your cheeks started to burn against and your boss sighed.

“Alright, I’ll just have the band play for the rest of the night. Go home, get some rest. By the looks of that tip jar, you’re financially stable for the six months.” He joked.

“Thanks.”

You headed into the dressing room and took down your hair. You tried to unzip your dress but the zipper got stuck.

“Oh, great.” You muttered to yourself.

“Need help?” A voice said.

You froze in place for a second, trying to figure out who it was before turning around to see the man who was at the bar. Your lips parted in shock. He took a step into the room, closed the door and smiled lightly.

“I- uh. Y-yeah, I can use some help.” Was this really happening?

He came up behind you, tossed your hair to one side and pulled the zipper down slowly. You could feel his hot breath on the nape of your neck. He was such a tease and you loved it. His hands came up to your shoulders, hooking his fingers in the thin straps of your dress and lifted them off. The fabric slid down your body, pooling at your feet.

You stood there, completely naked, but you didn’t feel vulnerable at all. You just wanted him, he awakened something primal in you that needed to be pleased. His fingertips grazed from your arms to your hands, creating goosebumps the whole way down. His hands cupped your hips, pulling you back against the soft material of his suit. His bulge hardened against your ass as he whispered dirty little things in your ear.

“You.. are such a tease. Smiling and winking at random men. Making them think they have a chance. If they only knew you were here, letting me touch you like this.” His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear as he muttered, “You’re mine now, kitten.”

Your knees already felt like jelly. All he was doing was holding you and you were completely submissive.

“W-What should I call you?” You asked.

He let out a light chuckle and kissed your neck. “Well, you’re my kitten. So I’m your master. Understood?”

“Yes, master…”

“Good kitten.”He kissed the nape of my neck one more time and took a step back. “Turn for me, sweetheart.”

You did what he said and turned to face him. With your eyes fixed on his, he guided you backward towards the vanity, holding you by the small of your back. He lifted your leg and looked down at your dripping center. The cool air made you shiver. His hands came up to your breasts, squeezing them firmly. You never took your eyes off of him. The way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl who mattered to him. Nothing existed outside the room. It was just you and him in that moment.

He leaned in, kissing you feverishly. You moaned against his lips, feeling the desire in his touch. You pressed your naked body against him, needing more. He stripped out of his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chiseled features. You reached down, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants for him.

“I’ve been wanting this from the moment I saw you, kitten.” He switched from your lips to your neck, kissing and nibbling his way down. “Will you be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, master.”

He pulled away to let you turn around. He took a hold of your hair, bringing it all to one side so you could see yourself clearly in the mirror.

“Watch yourself while I fuck you, kitten.” He demanded.

“Yes, master.”

With that, he eased into you, stretching you out. His eyes closed as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Fuck. You’re tighter than I thought.” He started to slowly thrust in and out of you. “I feel like I'm going to break this little pussy”

He hit your g-spot immediately, quickly replacing the pain with pleasure. You watched your face contort while you moaned for more. His kisses continued down your neck, moving to your shoulders and back while he thrusted into you with all he had.

“Those haunting looks, that skimpy dress. It’s enough to drive a man insane.”

Your mouth fell open, unable to hold back your cries. He pushed your closer and closer to your sweet release. His powerful hands kept you in place while his tough thrusts gradually fell out of sync.

“Oh, kitten. you're going to be so full of my cum; You’ll be leaking for days.” You cried out, begging to cum. “Go ahead, kitten. Cum all over my big, thick cock.”

Your back arched as you hit your climax. His dark moans rang in your ears. You both rocked back and forth until you came to a relaxed state. Your legs buckled until he lifted you up and placed you on the vanity. He held your cheek, wiping the tear that fell from such an intense orgasm.

“So beautiful.” He said with a small smile. “My own little songbird.”

Your cheeks started to burn and you tried to avoid eye contact. He lifted your chin, making you look back at him.

“What now?” You asked.

“Well, The band has taken over out there, so I figured we’d come back to my place and see where the night takes us.”

“That sounds like a solid plan. Should I refer to your as master all night?”

He let out a little laugh and shook his head. “No, you can call me Junmyeon from now on.”

“Nice to meet you, Junmyeon... I’m Y/n.” You said. Junmyeon kissed you one more time before you both dressed yourselves and snuck out the back. After going back to his place, Junmyeon convinced you to call in “sick” the next day… and the next day ;)

THE END

[notworkingsposts]

The Fight Part 2 (Kenna x Val)

Part 1 can be found here. This was going to be scrapped but Michael encouraged me to finish it - thanks friend and also thank you for pre-reading :D NSFW, meaning anyone under 18 should not read this. 

Word count: 1963

Tagging everyone who asked on the first one: @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @brightpinkpeppercorn @tornbetween2loves @crazypeanat @queerchoicesblog

As the Queens lay as one, all that was heard was the rhythmic sound of rain drops drumming against the window-panes. It became more and more insistent as thunder and lightning graced the unfathomed beat; it was as though the Gods were celebrating the passionate union that had just taken place. Each roar of thunder grew louder and wilder, a sound which encouraged the Queens to carry on. Val glided her left hand over Kenna’s full breast, gently squeezing her erect nipple while kissing and licking her lover’s neck. With each movement, Kenna’s heart began to beat harder and faster, the fire seemed to crackle louder; the missing pieces to the hypnotic yet natural procession that had graced their dalliance. There was something different in the air and Kenna wholeheartedly knew she was about to experience new heights of pure ecstasy; something she believed Val had already given her.

“Queen Kenna are you there?” a gentle voice spoke, followed by a contrasting thud at the door. Val quickly pounced on top of Kenna, silencing her with a heated kiss.

“Va….”

Again, the former mercenary feasted on her lover’s lips, gently biting on her lower lip while she whispered “Shhhh, we are not here”

“Nghh…but what if it’s important? I’m sure I heard Lia and she would not dare knock on our chamber door without reason”

“This better be good Kenna!” Val unwillingly released Kenna, so they could quickly cover themselves with a robe before opening the door.

“What do you want Lia? I can’t wait for the day when you and that Technocrat are behind closed doors” Val breathed through gritted teeth.

“VAL! I am so sorry Lia, my wife can be…brash”

“Oh…erm… Whitlock…no!” Lia’s pale skin immediately flushed, and the Queens could not help but let out a teasing giggle.

“Ahem, I’m sorry for the interruption but your guests are growing wary. Dom and Sei have stalled for as long as possible but I am scared they may eventually set the castle on fire”

“Gods!!! My love we forgot it was the 1 year celebration since The Five Kingdoms was reunited. Lia please apologise to our guests; Val and I will be there shortly”

With a huff, Val shut the door and stomped over to the window. Moments later, she felt the only true warmth known to her as Kenna encircled her arms around her wife.

“Val-“

“No Kenna…don’t try and tell me this is what we need to do as Queens! As Queens we should be able to do whatever the hells we want. This is exactly what I was talking about in the morning – we never get time to be just…US! Our lives are constant work with little time to enjoy”

Kenna placed a gentle kiss on her lover’s temple, she turned her around and lifted her chin to ensure their eyes met. “I understand your frustrations my love. There is nothing more in all the lands that I want more than to spend every waking moment in your arms, but our people need us. The sooner we go to the celebrations, the sooner we can be back here” Kenna steps even closer and nibbles on Val’s ear before whispering “To make it up to you, maybe I’ll let you do that…thing you’ve always wanted to do”

“Promise?”

“I promise my love” With a wink, Kenna sauntered away leaving her wife to stare on in disbelief as her imagination went wild.

—–

The grand hall had never looked so beautiful. Annelyse had taken the liberty to adorn the room in the finest gold and silks. People laughed and danced merrily, the smell of wine and ale was almost heavenly and as Kenna took a deep breath, she admired what her strength as a ruler achieved. The memories of her mother’s dreams and aspirations washed over her and the happiness she felt at this moment was overwhelming. Val knew her wife so well that she didn’t even have to ask what was wrong. She gently wiped the tear away whilst squeezing her hand, “She would be proud gorgeous. Now, let’s get this over with and do our queenly bidding so we can get to the good stuff”. Kenna jerked forward at the unexpected firm slap on her rear. A furious blush spread over her cheeks as her mind wondered but was quickly interrupted by a tap on her shoulder.

“Dom it’s so good to see you. I believe you nearly set Stormholt alight while I was…delayed”. The friends embraced and shared an unspoken understanding that they were ok, more than ok. “So, tell me, how have you and Sei coped with bringing the mountain people down? Is there anything I can do to help? Your correspondences have slowed my friend”

“Oh Kenna, it’s so good to see you too. But stop, this is a celebration, let’s talk business later and enjoy. The only thing I will say is that Sei and I have definitely…improved on our relationship and that’s why my letters have been delayed”

“It’s about time you and Sei got it together” Val staggered over, placing a strong arm around Dom. He fidgeted nervously as this was the first time she had been friendly since the unfortunate event.

Kenna let out a soft chuckle, “I’m sorry Dom, it looks like my wife has had too much ale and is drunk”

“I’m always drunk around you…drunk in the brain in my heart” Val placed a lingering kiss on her lips and continued “The noble folk are getting impatient, they are ready to hear from the most beautiful woman in The Five Kingdoms”.

“Thank you my love and I love you too. Dom, my apologies but I shall speak to you later”. Kenna walked to the centre of the room and it instantly grew quiet, every gaze fell lovingly upon her, eagerly waiting for their warrior queen to speak.

“My people, 1 year later and this kingdom flourishes more and more at each passing day. Together we took back our homes and united the kingdoms. As long as I am your Queen, peace will be a promise, joy will be a promise and our lands will be a force stronger than no other. So, eat, drink and dance the night away. Live as though this is your last night on earth”. The walls seem to shake as the applause and chants of undying loyalty filled the air.

As Kenna moved from noble to noble, she kept an eye out for Val, hoping to steal a glance but an hour had pass – no luck. Kenna began walking to the soldiers and as she was about to speak she was pulled behind a pillar. Val pressed her body against Kenna’s and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. She deepened the kiss and couldn’t help but tug at her lover’s clothing. The heat between them was incomparable, their desire built at every touch and kiss. “Mmm…Val we need to go now. I can’t wait, grab some wine and meet me in our chambers”.

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Val’s eyes grew wide at the sight of her wife laying seductively in her chemise. She skilfully balanced both goblets of wine in one hand as she began unbuckling her armour, not once breaking eye contact with the beauty before her. Their gaze was intense in the silence, both Queens could already feel the heat between their legs growing. She placed the goblets down and to Kenna’s delight, she teased the rest of her clothing off ever so slowly with a slight sway of her hips. “My love…are you sure you want to try this?” In response, Kenna reached behind her to reveal handcuffs which she earlier borrowed from the dungeons. Val leapt and captured Kenna’s lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues worked in perfect sync as Val snaked an arm around her lover, she lifted her and moved up the bed until Kenna’s back was against the headboard. Without breaking the kiss, she took the handcuffs and expertly locked Kenna’s hands behind her back. She finished the kiss with a light tug at Kenna’s lower lip. Her hand slowly glided down her lover’s body, stopping to massage her breasts through the thin fabric. She moved lower and lower, but as she reached where Kenna wanted her most she ran one finger ever so lightly over her mound, still working over the chemise. This small touch had Kenna already trembling and straining against the metal that bound her. Val glanced at her wife to see that her eyes were already hooded as lust seem to pour out of her eyes.

“Mmmmm…please Val…please touch me more”

“Not yet my love. I-I-I…have something else for you”. She reached beneath their bed and revealed an Olisbokollikes.

Kenna’s eyes grew wide, “W-what are you going to do with that?”  Val didn’t respond, she tentatively got on all fours, turning so her rear was facing Kenna. “Gods…the best view in the castle” Kenna breathed. Val looked over her shoulder and with a wink she slapped her arse, leaving a red mark in its wake. She took the Olisbokollikes and started teasing her wet folds. Her moans grew louder and louder, the warrior Queen squirmed against the cuffs as her centre began to throb. All she wanted to do is break out of them and touch her wife, feel the warmth that was building. Val was missing Kenna’s touch, so she slowly backed up until her arse was grinding on her body. She grinded lower as she sat in her wife’s lap – still rubbing her wet folds. Kenna instantly buried her face in to her neck, kissing and biting, trying but failing to grind her hips up, earning more moans from the former mercenary as she reached round and pulled at Kenna’s hair. The throbbing was almost painful, and Kenna couldn’t take it anymore, “Please my love…I need you RIGHT NOW”. Val turned around so that she could straddle her, brushing her breast over her mouth. She kept a small distance, so Kenna could not find the relief she ached for. She tried to remove the chemise, but the cuffs were getting in the way. In her frustration, Val decided to rip the dress off, revealing her wife’s perfect body. “You are so beautiful my love”. In response, Kenna pushed her head forward and claimed Val’s lips as her own. Val couldn’t resist, she put her weight down and began grinding her hips against her lovers. Kenna’s head fell between Val’s breast as they both came undone at the same time, but Val wasn’t finished, she was ready to please Kenna for the rest of the night.

She reached for one of the goblets of wine, “Drink?”. Kenna was still catching her breath, so she nodded. Just as the wine touched Kenna’s lips, Val purposely let it spill down her body. “Oops…I’m so clumsy, let me clean that up”. She slowly licked down Kenna’s neck, once she reached her breast she took each peak into her mouth, sucking and massaging. She worked lower, licking the wine from her wife’s flat stomach, over her hips and lower. As she reached Kenna’s centre she grabbed her and lay her down, spilling more wine in to her centre. Kenna was shaking with anticipation, which was quickly soothed by Val’s mouth working passionately to bring her to climax. Her hips began to buck wildly as Val began to lick and suck on her sensitive nub, her fingers moving in an out until her lover was writhing beneath her. Screams and moans filled the room as Kenna arched her back in ecstasy.  

“OH MY GODS!!!! Val you are incredible. Please unbind me, I need to touch you”

10 minutes later and Kenna was still trembling and catching her breath…

[tommybaholland]

After Ashes (peter parker x reader)

(gif makes me cry but is not mine)

Summary: what happens after the snap? 

Prompt: “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: iw spoilers, angst, fluff(??)

A/N: this for @spiderboytotherescue‘s 4K Writing Challenge��congrats dude! i’m excited for this to be my first submission in a wc AND it’s my first peter parker one shot! amazing! this has been lingering in my head for a minute but i recently watched iw again so then....yeah i wrote this. 

“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good.”

Peter could feel his spider senses flare up intensely, burning him from the inside out. It felt like pins and needles made of fire spreading through his entire body. He was fading away and felt the pieces of him start to flake away like ash. He looked up to Tony with glossy eyes and a pale face.

“You’re alright,” Tony consoled calmly as Peter looked at his hands, trying to process what power had overcome him.

“I don’t—I don’t know what’s happening,” Peter stammered as he stumbled into Tony’s arms. “I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go—please, sir, I don’t wanna go–”

He clung onto Tony, pressing his head into Tony’s shoulder, tears welling up at the sight of his hands start to disintegrate.

Peter’s legs buckled, falling backwards, bringing Tony with him. He couldn’t hold on any longer, the burn only got worse the longer he stayed. Accepting defeat, he looked over to his mentor one last time.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, wishing he could’ve done more to stop Thanos. He looked away from Tony, unable to watch his face as he fully disintegrated.

Peter’s eyes shoot open, as he gasps for a breath and sighs in relief, no longer feeling the horrible pains in his body.

He sits up and sees nothing but a golden orange everywhere. He looks down and sees his reflection in the floor, like he was looking into a mirror. He placed his hand down on the ground, watching the floor ripple like water. He looked up and around, seeing that he was alone. He stood up fully, slowly turning in every direction to see if there was really no one around.

“Mr. Stark?” he called out, his voice echoing into the open space. “Hello? Is anyone here? Hey! Is there anyone there?” There was no response, confirming that he was truly alone. He beamed his mask over his face, prompting for his suit AI.

“Karen, where–where are we?” he asked, thinking the worst case. “Am—am I dead?”

“No, Peter. You’re inside the soul stone,” she answered.

He collapsed to his knees, putting his head in his heads, rubbing over his face and hair.

“W-What do you mean I’m inside? H-How do I get out?”

“Your soul is literally trapped inside the stone. The stonekeeper has to release you themselves,” she explained.

“Great,” he mumbled after sitting on the ground again, knowing that the new stonekeeper wouldn’t be releasing anyone anytime soon. “Karen, I need you to call Y/N.”

“Peter….there’s no signal here,” she replied solemnly.

“Karen, please. Just try,” he pleaded.

He saw your face pop up, signaling a call going through only to watch it fail, a bright red ‘no signal’ indication blocking your picture.

He thought about you and the last time he saw you, on the bus going on a field trip to MoMA. He remembered your concerned face and gentle touch to his shoulder, telling him to ‘be careful’, like you always did before he left to go be Spider-Man.

He quickly nodded, reassuring you, before swooping out the bus window and swinging under the Brooklyn bridge to make his way towards the circular ship that was floating through New York.

He wondered if he’d ever see you again, hold you again, kiss you again. But if he didn’t, he hoped you were safe and weren’t worrying about him too much.

He sat there, just him and his thoughts. And Karen.

“I hope Y/N’s okay,” he sighed.

“I think she’s alright, Peter,” Karen consoled.

He put his hands over his face and sighed again.

“I really should’ve stayed on the bus.”

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When you got to the museum, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You looked to see Peter’s dorky face on the screen, accepting the call immediately.

“Peter? Peter? Are you okay?”

“Hey, Y/N. I’m fine, I just wanted to tell you that I probably won’t be back until….later,” he explained as he looked around the inside of the ship, realizing that he was really going into space.

“Oh God, Peter you’re not on that thing, are you? I swear Peter–”

“It’s okay, Y/N, it’s alright. I’m with Mr. Stark, I’m sure he’ll figure something out,” he reassured you. “I love you.”

“I—ve you too, Pet–”

“Y/N? Y/N?”

“—ease come bac—” Your voice cut out, ending with a beeping noise to signal the end of the call.

“The signal dropped, Peter. We’re entering space…” Karen alerted him.

“Please come back,” you pleaded, but your voice was cut off by a beep, pulling the phone away from your ear to see that the call dropped. You joined the rest of the group for the tour of the museum, Ned seeing the concern in your face.

He came up beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder. “He’ll be okay, Y/N,” he consoled. “He always wins a fight, somehow.”

You looked over to him and nodded with a soft smile, hoping he was right.

Later that night, you sat in your bed on your phone, just scrolling on a random social media app. You sighed, exiting the app and locking your phone to look at your nearby window, wondering if Peter would swing onto your fire escape and surprise you.

He had never been gone this long.

You hadn’t heard from him after he had called you so now you were just hoping he’d be back, your nerves getting thicker with each passing minute that you didn’t see that blue and red suit through the window.

But as the night grew darker and quieter, still no sign of him.

You picked up your phone again and clicked on his contact, putting the phone up to your ear. It went straight to voicemail, smiling at hearing his voice in his greeting.

“Hey this is Peter, leave a message!”

“Hey, uh, it’s me. I just wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re okay. Your phone probably died or something...how does your suit not have a USB port or something to charge it yet? Guess Iron Man can’t think of everything, huh?” You chuckled at bit at your own joke, trying to lighten the mood. You paused after your laughing subsided, thinking about how you didn’t know where he was or when he was coming back.

“So, uh, anyway, I hope you get this soon. I really miss you,” you confessed, your voice starting to break with tears forming in your eyes. “And I love you. I don’t know if you heard me say it earlier but I love you, Peter, so much. I want you to come back, please. I can’t stand the thought of losing you. Just please—” Your voice was cut off once again, seeing that this time, your phone had died, shutting down into a black screen.

You scoffed in frustration, throwing your phone onto the comforter as your tears fully began to fall. You fell back into the mattress as you cried, covering your face with your hands, not even bothering to plug your phone in to charge. Eventually you fell asleep with a stuffy nose and tear-streaked cheeks, dreaming that Peter would return soon.

When you opened your eyes, you saw orange. Nothing but a glowing orange color. You sat up and looked around, observing your surroundings. You thought it was a dream until you blinked and rubbed your eyes a few times, confirming that it was real.

You called out for someone, anyone, hoping that they would hear you.

Across the stone, Peter’s ears perked up at a distant noise. He lifted his head up, listening quietly, focusing on the call ring as it through his ears.

“Hey! Is somebody there?” He calls back, beginning to stand up again.

He hears it again, it sounded like a female voice. He starts moving towards the direction of where the call came from, running faster when his webs don’t stick to anything in the orange horizon. He runs and runs and runs until he sees a small figure appear, he beams his mask over his face to give commands to Karen.

“Activate enhanced reconnaissance mode,” he says as he slows a bit, so he can observe the figure from afar. He sees the figure up a bit closer, a person. A female person.

He calls out to them, getting their attention, making them turn around to face him. He can hear his heartbeat and the blood rushing through his veins in his ears, muffling his calls and making them louder out to you.

You turn around upon hearing a voice, seeing a shiny figure of medium height yell out to you. You couldn’t make out who it is, but you have one person on your mind.

“Peter?” You take the small chance that it’s him, moving closer with quick steps.

He hears you call out his name, and it was the only confirmation he needed before he began running again, calling your name.

Your ears perked up at your name, feeling tears start to form in your eyes as you quickened your pace, calling out to him again.

“Peter!”

He ran as fast as he could, reaching you in no time. Time seemed to slow down once you finally reunited, letting you savor the moment. You threw your arms up and around his neck as he slammed into you, hugging you around the waist tightly.

You let out a gasp at the impact but relaxed once you were fully embraced in his arms, letting your tears fall.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he breathed, feeling his warm breath in your hair. He held you as he tried to catch his breath, listening to your heartbeat sync up with his own.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again. I can’t stand the thought of losing you either, Y/N,” he recites your confession from the message Karen played for him earlier.

You pulled away from him to look at him, tears running down your face, smiling and laughing at his words while pulling him by the neck to rest your forehead on his.

“I love you, Peter,” you said quietly, pressing your lips to his before he could even respond. You ran your hands through his fluffy hair, while he gripped your shirt in his hands.

“I love you, too,” he smiled against your lips.

You pulled away from him, his hands coming up to wipe your tears from your cheeks. “And for the record, this suit can charge my phone,” he said, holding his arms out wide as you chuckled and felt the cold metal of the suit against your hands, admiring the quality.

“You like it? It has all these cool features, like I have these robotic legs—”

“It’s great, Peter. I love it,” you replied with a smile.

You pulled away completely, looking around at the orange space, looking down to see the ripples in the ground. You remembered that you were in an orange, middle-of-nowhere place and you have no idea how you got here.

“Peter...where are we? What’s going on?”

“Oh my god, Y/N, it was insane!” He started to explain, expressively using his hands as he talked. “There was this guy, with this gauntlet, and—and he wanted to wipe out half the universe but he needed these stones to do it. And we tried to stop him but….” He trailed off, letting you connect the rest of the dots.

“So apparently we’re in the soul stone, and only Thanos can let us out,” he finished, his tone faltering.

You turned back to him. “So... we’re trapped in here?”

He nodded. “But at least we’re here together,” he said, giving you a soft smile.

You returned the smile, sauntering back over to hug him around his waist.

“Yeah, P, at least we’re here together,” you repeated, while he hugged you around your shoulders, affectionately rubbing your back.

You pulled away after a few seconds, looking up at his face again.

“So, what do we do now?”

“We wait,” he replies simply, looking out at the horizon.

“For Mr. Stark to save us.”

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A/N: *cue avengers theme*......ah i really enjoyed writing for peter even though..he’s technically dead but i still wanted some fluff in there!! so i hoped everyone enjoyed this and its gonna be okay!

much love, tommybaholland 🌺

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Twice - JeongTzu [Romeo + Juliet AU]

[Obviously heavily influenced by their What Is Love music video! I vaguely remembers what happens in the Romeo + Juliet story, so I just went along with what I remembered~ I do remember a good majority bc I memorized some of the script for a play and I was Juliet-- LOL I wanted to be Romeo but that didn’t happen u-u ANYWHO enjoy reading!! :D]

Word Count: 1,535

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   Jeongyeon’s eyes were wide open, letting out a silent scream as she exhaled all her air in her lungs. Not too long after, she shot her head out of the water-filled sink and took in very much needed breaths. She looked herself in the mirror and threw her mask off, running a hand through her soaked hair. “How did I even manage to let myself be talked into coming here tonight?” She asked herself. Oh right, Dahyun managed to convince her. Somehow.

   Looking in the mirror for a bit more, she noticed the large fish tank that seemed to be inside the wall. “Whoa...” She muttered, walking over to it to look at the fish inside. All of them were blue. The observation formed a smile on her lips. As she gazed at the fish, Jeongyeon caught sight of a pair of brown eyes looking back at her. And she could have sworn she forgot how to breathe for a second.

   The eyes belonged to another girl on the other side, which Jeongyeon now noticed that the glass on the other side is also see-through. She’s beautiful, Jeongyeon thought to herself as she moved along the glass. Her smile widened as she noticed the other did the same. Without realizing, she pressed her face against the glass. How she longed to be with that girl. Something about the way her eyes gave a look of concern, but amusement just had Jeongyeon fall for her at an instant.

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   Tzuyu came to the bathroom to hide from the party. She was feeling overwhelmed from all the people, and she felt like she needed to take a breather. Her eyes immediately landed on the fish tank. “How cute.” She muttered, walking towards it with a big smile on her face. As she approached, she noticed the beautiful blonde female on the other side. She felt her heart skip a beat, but kept her eyes on the other for a good minute. She felt a blush form on her cheeks as the other stared with wide eyes. Tzuyu felt her face heat up more when the Blonde had begun to smile at her.

   I have to meet her, thought Tzuyu. Just as she was about to call out to her, the door swung open. And in ran a very frantic Chaeyoung. “Miss!”

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   Just then, she saw a petite woman run in, grabbing the girl’s hand in slight alarm. “Miss! Your mother is calling for you!” She managed to her, seeing the woman start to pull the girl with her. But the pretty Brunette seemed to want to stay behind, keeping her gaze on the glass tank as she was pulled out. Without thinking, Jeongyeon ran after the two, and she felt her heart flutter when she saw the other keep turning to look back.

   Jeongyeon hid behind a pillar when she noticed the girl being taken to a man. Oh, she knew him. That was Kim Seokjin, one of town’s most well-known men. A wealthy one, too. But Jeongyeon didn’t care about him. Her eyes remained on the girl he danced with.

   “I’ve really been blind this whole time, haven’t I?” Jeongyeon muttered, peaking out from behind the pillar. “I’ve never seen true beauty until tonight.” She said, a smile forming on her lips when she met the other’s eyes.

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   Tzuyu couldn’t focus on her dance with the man in front of her. Seokjin is incredibly handsome, no doubt about that. He’s also charming, and very funny. But he just… Isn’t her preference. She could never say it, but she isn’t exactly… straight. Okay, she’s definitely not straight… Okay, she’s not into guys. At all.

   She tries hard to keep her eyes on Jin for the most part. But she can’t help but look at the other girl’s way every chance she gets. She blushes when they make eye contact, and shifts her gaze back to the male in front of her.

   After a while, they stop dancing and simply focus on the girl performing. Tzuyu watches the performance with a small smile of adoration, but quickly snaps out of her thoughts when she feels an unfamiliar hand grasp her own. She turns to look back and feels her heart skip a beat once more when she sees it’s none other than the girl from before.

   Jeongyeon pulls her away from the crowd, tightening her grip ever so slightly. “I apologize if my hands are too rough on your delicate ones. If you like, I have lips that’ll help soothe you.” She says with a slight smirk, definitely unsure of where this sudden boost of confidence came. But she kept rolling with it. To her delight, the brunette turned to look at her with a smile. “Oh my, don’t speak badly of your hands.” She said. “Look, when we put our hands like this,” She rolled hand around to have their palms pressed against each other. “It’s like we’re kissing.” She looked up at the blonde, her smile widening. Jeongyeon felt her smirk grown into a proper smile.

   “Yes, but we have lips as well.”

   “Lips are for praying.”

   Jeongyeon watched the brunette with curious eyes, noticing her face was getting closer. “As are hands, but here we are.” She grinned. “So let our lips do as are hands are doing. Please?” She pouted, making Tzuyu giggle. “If you don’t kiss me, I just might die.”

   “I can’t grant your prayer.” Tzuyu shot back in a teasing tone. “You’d have to go to church and pray to one of the statues there.” The smile never leaving her face. “The saint statues, they’re the ones that grant prayers, even if they don’t move.”

   “Then remain still.” Jeongyeon placed her hands on her shoulders. “You’re my saint. Remain still and grant my prayer.” She muttered, leaning in for a kiss. Tzuyu did as well, but managed to see her mother from the corner of her eyes. In a panic, she grabbed the other’s hand and ran up the stairway in the midst of the party. Reaching a much more secluded area, they looked at each other with an intensity that they both caught onto, and latched onto each other hungrily. Lips moving in sync, their hands grabbing onto the other.

   After a few seconds, they pulled back, resting their foreheads together. “My prayers have been heard.” Jeongyeon said with a grin. “And now I’m free of my sins.” Tzuyu giggled almost shyly. “Yes, but now that means I’m bearing all your sins.” She said, tilting her head. Jeongyeon sighed softly, nearing her face once more. “Then let me take them back.” She whispered before kissing her once again. She smiled into the kiss when she felt the other’s arms wrap around her neck.

   They pulled back again, both of them blushing like idiots. “You kisd like you took lessons.” Tzuyu said, starting to lean in again, when they were interrupted by an annoyed grunt. They turned towards the noise and gasped, seeing Chaeyoung. “Miss. Your mother really needs to talk to you.” Chaeyoung said, grabbing Tzuyu’s hand and pushing her off into the mess of people. Jeongyeon watched her leave, a blissful smile grazing her lips. 

   “Who is her mother, anyway?” Jeongyeon asked absentmindedly. Chaeyoung scoffed. “Her mother is the head of the household. Chou Mi-Nam. That was her daughter, Chou Tzuyu.” She flicked Jeongyeon’s arm before taking off after Tzuyu. But Jeongyeon just stared at Tzuyu in the crowd. “So she’s a Chou..?” She whispered, it dawning on her that not only had she fallen for another girl, she was the daughter of her enemy! Dahyun ran over, grabbing Jeongyeon by the arm. “Come on, let’s go before they kick us out!” She squealed, dragging her out of the house. “I guess, but I think I’m in much more trouble now-” Jeongyeon said as her gaze remained on that brunette that she now knew for sure that she couldn’t have.

   Chaeyoung went back to Tzuyu and sighed, seeing that she was greeting Jin, who was now just leaving. Waving a goodbye to him, she turned to Chaeyoung and squealed in delight. “I had such a wonderful night, Chae!” She cried out. Tzuyu truly did have fun, probably the most fun she’s had in ages. Her mind went back to the pretty blonde, and she felt her face flush red. But it left as quickly as it came. “Shoot, I didn’t even ask for her name.” She whimpered, crossing her arms. Chaeyoung gently rubbed her arm, giving her a sympathetic look. “Her name is Jeongyeon. Yoo Jeongyeon. She’s the daughter of your family’s greatest enemy.”

   Tzuyu felt her heat drop at Chaeyoung’s words. “No… No, she can’t be.” She broke into a sprint out to one of the balconies, managing to catch Jeongyeon’s eyes as she was being dragged by Dahyun and someone who vaguely looked like her friend, Sana. But she didn’t care. Her tearful gaze remained on Jeongyeon. “I fell in love with someone who I’m supposed to hate… Love is a cruel monster for making me fall for my enemy.” She muttered to herself, hurrying back inside before her mother could raise any suspicions.

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[ @multiphandomunnies here’s the thing ;w; it’s 2:31 am, so I might edit this later in the day ;w;]

[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Eyes On Me (Drabble #1)

34. "You're mine and no one else can have you."

59. Dance Studio

102. Overstimulation

You knew what you were doing was wrong yet you just couldn't bring yourself to stop. It definitely wasn't okay for you to be eyeing another man, especially when your boyfriend was in the room and especially since that other man was Jeon Jungkook. He wasn't nearly as innocent as he pretended to be and you knew this, yet you still got wrapped up in his sex appeal as he danced the new choreography they were learning. Jimin caught the way your eyes would leave him to glance over at the younger male, how Jungkook would catch you looking and throw you a sly smirk, not even attempting to act modest. You tried your hardest, you really did, trying to focus on the man you came with and get sucked into his sexiness, but you kept getting distracted.

By the end of practice Jimin was fuming and Jungkook was wearing a shit-eating grin as they saw how hot and bothered you were. Yes, most of your excitement was because of your boyfriend's bodyrolls and moments of intense eye contact with you through the mirror, but you all knew there was another factor involved and Jimin was not happy about it. As everyone began to pack up and leave, he stopped you and waited until everyone left.

“I think you're in trouble..” Jin whispered to you on his way out the door. Everyone could see that Jimin was fuming even though he tried his best to keep his composure. You swallowed hard, palms sweating anxiously as the last person left and the door finally closed, leaving you alone with your very upset boyfriend. Before you could even say anything he was pinning you against the wall and shoving his thigh between yours.

“What do you think you're doing?” He asked lowly, the rumble in his voice making you drip.

“W-what do you mean?” Playing dumb probably wasn't the best option in this situation, but that was all you could manage to say.

“I saw you and Kookie eye fucking each other. And I can see how flustered you got because of it.” He growled, grinding his thigh into your core. You bite your lip to suppress the moans building up, but there's no use hiding them now. “I bet you're wet right now.” He scoffs, holding your wrists in one hand and trailing the other one up your skirt to feel the crotch of your panties. Just like he suspected, they're already soaked and sticky. He chuckles.

“We weren't eye fucking each other.” You protest weakly, taking in a sharp inhale when he rubs his middle finger against your clothed clit.

“Maybe you weren't, but he sure was.” Jimin’s lips graze the shell of your ear before traveling lower to kiss along your jaw. “And that's unacceptable baby girl, only I can look at you like that.”

In one swift motion your panties are pulled to your knees, his thigh returning to its spot between your legs and right up against your bare heat. You gasp when the denim of his jeans brush your clit. Your hips move unconsciously against him, seeking friction and it causes you to finally release the noises in your throat. He smirks, pushing his leg into you more, and watches as you continue to grind on him, your eyes falling shut. He lets go of your wrists in favor of moving his hands to your waist, wrapping his arms around your middle to support your movements.

Pulling you closer, Jimin allows your leg to brush against his crotch ever so slightly, his hands on your ass guiding your movements. He can feel your arousal wetting his pant leg as you moved, the wet spot growing with the volume of your moans.

“Jimin, please,” You whine, already out of breath.

“Please what, baby?” He asks, attaching his plump lips to your neck. His teeth sink into the delicate skin gently, just enough to leave a mark and he sucks a beautiful blossom into it. You moan loudly, almost forgetting to answer him.

“I need your cock.” You reply, daring to venture your hand lower to palm his bulge. Jimin's breath hitches in his throat at the action and he pushes his leg extra hard into you in response.

“I don't think you deserve my cock though.” He mumbles into your skin, moving to your collarbone to paint another mark there.

“But don't you want to show me how good you can fuck me? How you can make me feel better than Jungkook could?” You challenge, tilting your head innocently despite your words. You're messing with him and he knows it, but he can't bring himself to care enough and feeds right into your plan.

He retracts his leg and pulls you away from the wall, dragging you until you're both standing in front of the mirrors. Your eyes stay on his the entire time as you wait to see his intentions, holding your breath as he unbuttons his jeans and yanks them down his thick thighs. Deciding to help him, you pull off his shirt before reaching to remove your own along with your skirt. In no time you are both standing naked in the middle of his practice room making out in front of the mirrors. He grunts as he grinds his hard length onto your stomach, the friction making his sensitive tip leak. He hoists one of your legs up and rubs his shaft between your folds, lubricating it with your juices. You feel the twitch of his member against you and whimper into his mouth, urging him to just fuck you already, and you aren't disappointed.

Without warning, Jimin slams his cock into you and begins moving, not giving you any time to adjust. You scream out at the feeling but quickly cover your mouth when you realize other people could still be in the building.

“Let them hear.” Jimin snatches your hand away and places your arms around his neck, holding you tightly so he can pound into your tight hole. His hips slam into you at full force and you can't help but moan his name, clawing at his back and pulling him closer as he rams you. “Look at us in the mirror, watch me fuck you like no one else can.”

Your head turns to catch the sight of his length going in and out of you, your body starting to glisten with sweat. Both of you are mesmerized by the motion of his hips as he grinds deep into you, your leg on his hip pulling him ever closer. Your eyes trail up your body to see the brilliant hickies he's made on your skin, the afflicted areas turning a shade of purple in the shape of his lips. Moan after moan escapes you as Jimin increases his speed, the sight of his strong body in the mirror driving you toward your high at lightning speed. Your breath comes out in huffs against his shoulder as he rocks your world, stealing the air right out of your lungs in the best way possible.

“I think I— oh fuck— I'm gonna cum.” You warn as your walls clench tighter around him as the coil in your belly winds up, threatening to snap. The angle of his hips hits you in just the right place and you could feel your legs getting weaker, your grip on his shoulders tightening to hold yourself up. Jimin moans your name sexily in your ear, adding to the sound of skin slapping on skin and it all too much for you and before you know it, you're coming undone on his cock, knees buckling in pleasure. His strong arms hold you up and even as you ride through your high he keeps the fast pace, groaning at how good your fluttering walls feel around him.

You feel light headed as he continues, the sensitivity making you squirm, your nerves being set on fire. The once pleasurable jolts of electricity his touch sends now feel overwhelming, causing the throbbing in your core to almost become painful.Your hands cling to his biceps, nails biting into his skin trying desperately to hold on to the bit of sanity you have left. Jimin seems lost in the feeling of you, his face flush, mouth agape, and head lulling back slightly as his hips pick up in strength. He doesn't seem to hear your whimpers as you attempt to catch your breath unsuccessfully, yet his eyes are peering into yours through the mirror, gaze dripping with lust.

“Jimin, it's too much,” You gasp and he only grunts, pulling out of you and turning you both to face the mirror, his body placed behind yours so he can re-enter you easily.

“You said you wanted my cock, so I'm giving it to you.” Your body protests his intrusion, walls squeezing him so tight, he thought he would get stuck, but you were having an internal conflict. He felt so fucking good pounding into you from behind like this, but you weren't sure if you could handle it. You could barely stand at this point and you were sure that if he wasn't holding your hips so tight that you would have collapsed right on the floor.

He was close, you could tell by how erratic his thrusts were getting, but Jimin had a point to prove and you knew that he would take this a step farther. Snaking his hand down between your legs, he pinched your clit between two of his fingers and you cried out for him. Both of you watched in the mirror as your wetness slid down your thighs, his hand moving in sync with his thrusts driving you crazy. It was a surprise to you when you felt another orgasm building in the pit of your core, the extreme pleasure somehow overriding everything else and suddenly you were begging for more.

“Keep going,” You panted, observing the sinister smirk on Jimin's lips from behind you.

“You want more don't you, baby girl?” He asks, trailing kisses down your sweaty neck. “Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes, baby you make me feel so good!” You don't even care who hears you anymore.

“Do you remember whose girl you are now?”

“I'm yours Jimin!” You shout for the entire building to hear, feeling your second high approach.

“That's right. You're mine and no one else can have you.” Jimin growls in your ear, clearly affected by your words. You felt like you were his property and you were completely okay with that, and he felt the need to let everyone know. Tears brimmed your eyes at how intense your pleasure was. One of his hands played with your breast and hardened nipple while the other flicked at your clit, adding more pressure the closer you both got. Jimin was starting to lose control over himself and began fucking into you at a relentless pace, your ass grinding down to meet his harsh thrusts. His eyes were glued on your body in the mirror, taking note of how wrecked you were and how desperate your cries of his name sounded. You've never looked better and it drove him right to the edge.

“Make me cum, Jimin. Make me cum, make me cum.” You chant, throat raw from screaming so loud. All of your energy was put into grinding against his hips and hand and your mind had gone blank, nothing in your thoughts except for Jimin. When he sees how close you are, he switches the motion of his fingers as a last ditch effort to throw you over the edge. Your bud aches and throbs under his fingertips, but when he starts rubbing it in fast, wet circles, every nerve ending on it ignites, sending you head first into a screaming orgasm. You swear you can see stars as it blinds you, taking away your ability to see and think momentarily as you lose feeling in your legs.

“Ahh, (Y/n)!” He struggles to move inside you when you get even tighter, the throbbing squeeze of your walls enough to send him after you. His length twitches as it spurts hot cum into you, his movements slowing to ride out the feeling of you still contracting around him.

“Shit, Jimin.” You moan, body numb as you finally crumble to the ground, your boyfriend dropping slowly with you. This time you actually can't take any more and beg him to pull out of you, his soft length resting against your ass as you both lay there exhausted.

When you finally catch your breath, you look over at Jimin to find him grinning mockingly. He doesn't need to say anything because he knows he's proven his point and you can't deny it. Your eyes check the mirror again and you inspect the dark marks he's left on your neck and shoulder, all of them in places that you wouldn't be able to cover. It also appears that a few tears escaped your eyes and smeared your makeup a little, thin black streaks painting each of your cheeks. You frown and roll your eyes at him, crawling over to retrieve your clothes and he reaches over to smack your ass, causing you to squeak. When you two are dressed and ready to leave, you realize that you can't walk properly anymore and your face reddens with embarrassment.

“How the hell do you expect me to walk out of this building looking and feeling like this?” You glare at your laughing boyfriend as he helps you stand, practically glowing with satisfaction.

“You did this to yourself.” He replies smugly. “Next time Jungkook wants to look at you, show him your neck.” You roll your eyes as you both step outside, receiving odd looks from lingering staff members. Lesson learned.

[thatlittlered]

My Snivellus | Severus Snape

Words: 1,494

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: Young Severus Snape x Reader

Warning(s): lots of intense kissing (I guess?)

Requested by anonymous:  Snape request: y/n is best friends with the marauders (specifically James and Sirius could even be Jame’s sister or like a sister if you’d like) and she secretly starts to date sev. They get caught making out (or more if ur okay with nsfw) by the marauders who are in a state of utter shock.

A/N: Oh my God, Louis Garrel as young Snape is everything I ever wanted in life. The man is so perfect, I can’t! Anyways, I hope you liked it and that I got your request right. I love writing about my Sevvy sooo much! Lots of love and kisses! 💖

You were chatting with one of your friends in the courtyard, when your eye caught a glimpse of a tall figure running back inside. Immediately, you recognized his identity and ran after him.

After struggling to reach him, you finally see him enter an empty corridor and follow him. “Severus! Wait!” you cried after him.

Before he could get any further, you snatched his sleeve and cornered him into the wall. “Sevvy, what’s wrong? Why are you running?” you looked up at him, concern written all over your features.

He sighed at your use of nickname, if only you knew the effect you had on him. You gently used tilted his chin back to get a better look at his face and gasped at the sight.

There was a garish bruise under his left eye, as if someone had punched him and it wasn’t hard to tell who did it. Yet again, he had fallen a victim of the infamous Marauders.

The boys were your friends but honestly at times you wondered if they even had a heart. How could they do something so cruel and unjustified?

“What happened?” you traced over the bruise with a feather light touch, careful not to hurt him.

“I don’t wish to talk about it.” He avoided your gaze but it was something else that caught your attention, his knuckles were red and swollen and there was blood dripping on the stone floor.

You quickly grabbed his hand, inspecting the cuts. “Sevvy…” you whispered brokenly, “Did they do this to you?”

He didn’t answer you, but his silence was enough to make you understand before he quickly pulled his hand out of your grasp. “Can I go now? I have class.” he didn’t give you time to respond before he started walking away again, only for you to run to him and hug him from behind.

It was painful seeing him this way. You wanted to help him more than anything, but if he kept pushing you away there wouldn’t be much you could do.

He froze at the contact as you clang onto his huge form but you felt him shift in your arms and face you, hugging you properly this time. It was comforting for him; your touch, your smell, your very presence somehow made it all better.

After staying like that for a while – simply holding each other as your breaths were the only thing that could be heard – you were the first to pull away. You took his hand again, gently touching the cuts and making him wince.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “We need to get this cleaned up.”

“Why? So that Madam Pomfrey can start asking questions again?”

With a sympathetic smile, you brushed your lips across his knuckles and right then he could feel his heart thud against his ribcage.

His eyes searched for yours. “Why are you so nice to me?”

You smiled again, the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed – he wished he could make you smile all the time. “Because you’re my friend…” You replied with that sweet voice of yours that took his breath away but he couldn’t help but cringe at your words. A friend was not all he wanted to be to you.

“-and because you don’t deserve any of this.” You caressed his hand gently.

He scoffed at your statement and you raised an eyebrow, “You don’t! And just because you’re in love with Lily doesn’t mean that James has a right-“

“You think I love Lily?” you looked up to see his eyes that had widened in shock.

“Well, yes! I mean, I think even Lily thinks you love her. Why, don’t you love Lily?” you cringed at the way you stuttered and before you could process what was happening, his lips crashed on yours.

Frozen in place, all you could do was stared at him wide-eyed as his lips moved on yours and seeing your lack of response, he pulled away quickly.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know…Bloody hell, I messed up!” he rubbed his face in frustration.

”W-what about Lily?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Y/N! I don’t love Lily, I could never love Lily. It’s been months since she even talked to me last. I want you! I-I love you…”

You couldn’t find the words to answer him as you saw his hurt expression at your rejection. “I knew this was a stupid idea. Just forget I ever said anything, alright?”

You watched as he quickly grabbed his bag from the floor and motioned to leave but before he could go anywhere, you practically jumped on him, causing him to fall against the wall for support but his hands quickly found your hips as he balanced both of you.

You wrapped your legs around him and he held you close, closing the distance between your bodies as you kissed each other fervently. Your kisses were hungry and sloppy and your noses bumped every time but it was perfect.

You tangled your hands in his ebony locks as you felt his tongue tracing along your bottom lip, asking for permission that you quickly granted him. Your tongues moved in perfect sync, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths.

Finally, you parted for air and your foreheads touched as you both panted. You tilted his chin up a little to get a look inside his onyx black orbs that were so uniquely beautiful.

You smiled at him, making him stumble over his words again. “I…I didn’t think you felt the same…”

Instead of answering him, you nuzzled your nose against his and he shut his eyes, cherishing the pleasant warmth your body emitted.

Suddenly, Sirius and James burst into the corridor and their mouths fell open when they spotted you in Snape’s arms. James’ first instinct was to pull out his wand, pointing it at Severus who quickly let you slide back on the floor.

“Y/N? What-“ the boy with the glasses yelled but he was interrupted by Sirius.

“I swear you greasy bat of the dungeons, if you don’t back off from her right now…” he immediately hurried to attack Severus but you stood in the middle, pushing him back with a force you didn’t know you possessed.

“What is wrong with you?” you screamed at them and you must have looked pretty intimidating, because you could see both their faces drain of color. They had never seen you so angry before, it was scary really.

“What is wrong with us? What are you doing with Snivellus?” James yelled back at you, but Sirius kept his focus on the black-haired boy next to you.

“What did you to do to her?”

“Leave him alone, he’s done absolutely nothing wrong!” you yelled back and you could feel tears sting your eyes. Why couldn’t the people you loved just get along for once?

Taking a deep breath to calm down, you lowered your voice. “I love him.” You spoke more confidently than ever, your hand reaching for Severus’ and you interlaced your fingers with his longer ones.

Sirius looked at you in disbelief and then back at Severus, “You slimy git, you did something to her! Slid some kind of love potion into her drink, did you Snape?”

You huffed, “For Merlin’s sake! Why can’t you accept it?”

“You? And Snivellus?”

“Snivell-dammit, Severus! Severus is a great person, the only good person in this room right now, to be honest! And my life is none of your business!” you finished triumphantly and grabbed the tall boy’s hand, pulling him away from the two idiots you called friends.

You walked back to the Hufflepuff common room in silence, but your hold on his hand never broke. When it was time for you to go inside, he plucked up the courage to speak.

“Did you mean all that?” he asked you in a whisper while you opened the door.

Grinning from ear to ear, you turned to him. “Of course I did, Sevvy.” You stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his jawline, where you could reach.

“Come on, let’s get those cuts cleaned!” you guided him inside and thankfully the room was empty, not surprising though considering you should be at class right now.

Pulling out a healing kit, you used alcohol to make sure his wounds wouldn’t get infected.

“But they are your friends…” his voice was lower than usual – he sounded so vulnerable.

“Well not for long if they continue acting like this.”

Hearing your answer, his face lit up with one of those rare smiles he kept only for you and he kissed the inside of your wrist.

“They won’t stop bugging me, you know.”

“Sevvy, if they touch you again, I will hex them into oblivion.” You poked his nose lovingly and you both laughed.

“My badass Hufflepuff.” He smirks at you, “I love you.” He said again, this time with more confidence.

“I love you too, my Snivellus.”

 I couldn’t resist putting in a second gif, he’s sooo handsome!