#just realized i forgot her eyebrow piercings

[riki-shenanigans]

lost school ID 🪪

西村 nishimura riki 🐥🐆

he looks so school boy in this photo woah ?!?

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genre: teenage angst 🚸, classmates to friends (crushes? ㅠㅠ)

wc: around 1.7k (not my intention 🥹)

warnings: teenage immaturity & swearing, all lowercase

synopsis: riki lends you his school id for school lunch since you forgot yours c;

characters: y/n, riki, kazuha, heeseung, leeseo

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my first fic ^_−☆ lmk how you like it! 🩵

you and kazuha are standing in the school lunch line talking about the interesting wall posters you’ve seen around the school the past week.

“I saw a poster of the principal with a snapchat filter near the vending machine this morning” you snicker.

“nah I saw an even funnier one,” kazuha starts, “yesterday I saw a list of funny hoco proposal lines in the boys locker room!” she laughs.

“why were you in the boys locker room?” you hear a laughing voice say.

you glance away from kazuha to see a grinning heeseung and his tall friend group next to you guys.

“oh! bambi boy wants to know what I was doing yesterday?” kazuha turns around facing heeseung with a smirk on her face, taunting him.

heeseung places his arm on the wall behind her, shortening the distance between their faces. kazuha’s eyes widens and stares into his silent, curious brown eyes, taken aback by his actions.

heeseung then turns swiftly on his heels and faces the front of the line, cutting me and kazuha while suppressing a laugh.

then the rest of his friend group shoves next to him, creating a huge social circle in the middle of the lunch line.

only one of his friends stays outside the line, riki.

I notice him looking at us, but I don’t think anything of it. it’s not like he didn’t cut us because he’s some saint, that whole popular guy group is full of bitch-ass boys with insufferable senses of humor. he just refuses to eat school food anymore because it’s ‘nasty shit,’ and he got food poisoning from last week’s suspicious steak cubes.

his blank gaze stays on me, not moving for a second, making me feel a bit uncomfortable and confused, a pink tinge appearing on my cheeks. I look behind me and see that leeseo is standing there, laughing with her other popular friends, looking gorgeous as always.

“oh.” I think, making my stomach drop a little and I return to look at kazuha.

“who does that boy think he is? he’s always messing with me, i’m gonna fucking slap him next time he does that!” kazuha rants.

“that entire group,” I state sourly, rolling my eyes.

a few minutes later, it was just the group of boys in front of us ordering lunch. of course, they were being obnoxiously loud, cackling and spewing dumb jokes. I peer past kazuha’s shoulder and see heeseung carrying a heap of cookies, struggling to scan his school ID. kazuha lends a hand, bringing the barcode of his ID up to the scanner, making a quick beep sound.

“you have $112.50 remaining in your school account,” the lunch lady says.

heeseung flashes a smile at us and clicks his tongue, scurrying away with his treats while catching up with his friends.

kazuha rolls her eyes and scans her ID.

that’s when I realized that I don’t have mine.

“oh shit.. I don’t have my ID zuha” I look at her nervously.

“omg y/n!” she exclaims, “where did you leave it??” she questions sternly.

“I don’t know!!” I say upsettingly.

“here” a deep voice blurts, cutting our banter, making me flinch a little.

I see a firm hand reaching out to me, holding an ID.

I look at the school picture on it, instantly recognizing the cartilage piercing and the firmly pressed together puffy pink lips.

I look up to see riki’s extremely tall figure, one of which I never considered until this moment, standing extremely close to me.

“well?” he spoke, raising an eyebrow after a few moments passed.

I wanted to believe that he was offering a kind gesture, but I couldn’t let a guy like him fool me that easily.

“well what..?” I question meekly, seeing him narrow his eyes.

“i’m letting you use my ID stupid,” he muttered, putting his ID against the scanner with another quick beep.

“oh..-“ I say, turning to thank him, only to see that he had disappeared.

“sorry I was spitting out my gum, wait did you get a lunch?” kazuha says, walking back towards me from the large trash cans.

“yea..” I murmur while walking to our usual lunch spot, with riki’s ID in hand.

soon, we sit down on the cold hard cafeteria benches, immediately feasting on our less-than-healthy chicken tenders.

“so how’d you get a lunch anyways? I thought you forgot your ID somewhere,” kazuha questions while opening her chocolate milk carton.

“someone lent me their ID,” I shrug, trying not to bring much attention to the subject.

“leeseo’s so nice and pretty,” kazuha states while poking at her veggies, assuming leeseo was the person who had lent me their ID.

“she always manages to look well put together,” I add on, pushing down the jealousy slowly sprouting in my mind.

a little bit later 〜

“shit! I’m supposed to be at tutoring right now!” kazuha gasps, shooting up from her seat and quickly gathering her stuff.

“oh-“

“i’ll see you in fourth period y/n!!” she shouts, running off and throwing away her tray.

I glance down, looking at my phone.

“12:15”

I sigh, gathering my stuff to head to the main hall for the second half of lunch.

while stuffing my hoodie into my backpack, riki’s ID flings out onto the table.

“bruh I have to give this back to him,” I groan to myself with a hint of nervousness.

swinging my backpack around my shoulder, I start heading over to the “popular kids area,” near the soccer field.

“I don’t know if I wanna go up to that many people just to give his ID back..” I think to myself, feeling like backing out.

“no, that’s stupid. what type of pussy am I if I can’t give his stupid ID back?” I debate with myself, mustering up the courage to go up to the red tables.

however I stop in my tracks when I see leeseo and her friends sit down at riki’s table.

“ugh..” I breathe, “i’m gonna embarrass myself.”

I get a familiar pit in my stomach and want to get out of this area immediately, but heeseung catches me staring their way before I can.

he elbows riki on his side and raises his hand, waving at me and calling me over.

I scoff again, wanting to ignore his annoying antics, but I reconsider when I see riki’s piercing dark eyes rise from the papers on the table in front of him to meet mine.

I slowly start walking towards their table with caution, fiddling with riki’s ID.

I see heeseung smiling positively, and riki putting his focus back on his work, and leeseo glancing at me confusedly.

“hey where’s kazuha?” heeseung asks excitedly.

“um she's-“

“I wanna ask her something,” he states, smiling even bigger.

“ayeee ask her what?”

“heeseung tryna shoot his shot?”

the table starts a commotion, teasing heeseung and questioning him.

everyone but riki, who is still focused on his paper, with furrowed eyebrows and those same narrowed eyes from earlier.

I move from heeseung’s view and walk over to riki’s side.

“struggling on the algebra homework?” I chuckle, teasing him because everyone else finished it during the end of last class.

“haha yeah. it sucks ass,” he laughs dryly, continuing to struggle, not lifting his head up once.

trying to relieve the awkwardness, I say, “by the way, thanks for letting me use your id,” placing the neatly wrapped up lanyard next to his hand, making leeseo look over at us.

before I can remove my hand, he places his larger yet comforting hand over mine, turning over to me.

“are you l/n y/n?” he asks, surprising me.

I stay quiet, shocked at his random question, and at the fact that he weirdly knows my full name.

“I found your ID in the vending machines this morning,” he states, pulling out a scratched up card from his pocket, extending his hand towards my face.

he squints one eye and looks back and forth between the school photo on the ID and my face, making my heart race.

“I couldn’t tell if it was you earlier..” he starts while getting up from his seat, bringing his face close to mine.

again, his same tall figure is hovering over me, except this time he’s carefully looking at my face. I gulp, staring back into his focused eyes, trying not to break eye contact.

“but I can tell it’s you now,” he softly smiles, giving me my ID with a subtle (super) cute look on his face.

“thanks,” I state softly, still surprised at what just happened. “damn his smile..” I think to myself.

my heart is racing faster than before, and I freeze, not knowing what to do from there, just examining riki’s perfect features, taking note of his moles, feeling his light breaths fan over my face as he doesn’t take his hand off mine.

that’s before leeseo interrupts my daydreaming.

“aww that’s so nice of you riki!” she stated as if she was announcing it to everyone outside.

me and riki immediately drop our hands and turns to look at her.

feeling slightly embarrassed now that it felt like everyone was looking at me, I moved my eyes down to look at the ID in my hands, avoiding anyone else’s eyes.

“shut up leeseo” riki utters, sitting back down in his seat, his usual harsh demeanor returning.

surprised by riki’s reaction, she looks back at me with a judging look.

“don't lose your ID again!” she mocks, giving a small wave as she continues the conversation to whatever it was before.

her smile that I was envious of just a bit ago starts to burn itself into my brain and twists my stomach.

I scoff lightly under my breath, backing up and turning around to find kazuha inside the school building.

“see you around y/n,” riki turns in his seat and says, giving a small smile to me.

I give the same smile back, feeling some butterflies starting to form as I continue walking back inside.

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THANK U SM FOR READING I LOVE U ☹️💞

TMI!! im ngl.. I had a dream of this happening with a guy at my school 💀 as soon as I woke up that morning, I wrote the idea in my notes app LOL

I hope you enjoyed! :)

merry late christmas ☃️🎄 💗

#nishimura riki #ni ki #niki #enhypen #enhypen niki #niki x reader #riki shenanigans #SoundCloud

[lovemyself97]

✦𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮 ✦ JJK

Summary: You forgot your wallet and that was a good thing. Saved by a small kind gesture from a stranger, but perhaps not so strange. Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x foreign! female reader. Genre: Fluff Warnings: none (Thoughts are in italics) Author: You can read part 2 here , I hope you like it; There's a short playlist for a better reading experience :) Words: 643

Argh, why Lily?

It was 11 p.m. when I looked at the clock on the gray wall, my dear friend, Lily, a Korean woman I've known since I moved to Seoul, convinced me that she deserved a pot of very spicy ramen for her well-deserved promotion at work... the question is:

1-I forgot my wallet,

2-I was threatened with not being able to enter the apartment without the noodles

3-And now a lady was looking at me visibly annoyed.

'Look, I've always paid you on time and...'

'I don't do cash on delivery,' she muttered to end the conversation. Before I could reply again, a packet of snacks and two cartons of banana milk and the money were placed on the counter and only now I realized that we weren't the only ones there.

A young man was wearing a black mask, dressed head to toe in black, holding a helmet in one hand and looking impatient.

'Pass this and the lady's ramen, please,' he said, incredibly politely, making me let out the breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. The lady looked speechless for a moment but just nodded and quickly packed up the items.

Before I could thank him, he quickly left, leaving me alone with that lady, 'I'm never coming back here again' I thought as I tried to catch up with the boy.

'Wait.'

The young man, who was already leaving when I reached him, frowned when he looked at me and something glinted in the reflection of the light. I noticed that he had an eyebrow piercing, but something else caught my eye and left me breathless. He had tattoos on one of his hands, which were very familiar to me… As soon as I looked up, he realized that I recognized him, Jeon Jungkook…

I had always been a fan of Jungkook, admiring his powerful voice and his talent on stage. I never imagined I'd have the chance to meet him like this, so casually, and he probably didn't want to deal with a hysterical fan right now, so I took a deep breath and spoke calmly:

'I wanted to say thank you, thank you so much for helping me and if you could just wait a little while until I pick up-'

'No need to thank me,' he said, his expression softening a little. 'I was just in a hurry and thought I could help.' His voice came out low and muffled because of his helmet, he rummaged through the grocery bag he had just made and handed me one of the cartons of banana milk. 'Just be careful on your way home, it's late.'

I couldn't even open the carton of banana milk he gave me. Instead, I kept it carefully, as a special souvenir of that unexpected encounter.

'Do you always come here?' I asked a little awkwardly, but I couldn't help but be curious and wanted the moment to last a little longer, to which he just winked at me before speeding off on his motorcycle and driving away through the empty streets of Seoul.

I looked around as soon as he was out of sight, feeling a silly grin form on my face, did that really happen?, followed by several shrieks but I soon felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment, I'm not even dressed up!, I quickly looked at the nearest reflection, a puddle of water, but something else caught my eye, it looked like a wallet, I wonder whose it was?, and my eyes widened as I realized whose it could be.

It seems that he had forgotten his wallet... I went home thinking about how I would return it to its owner and thinking that maybe I would go to that convenience store more often.

I had no idea I'd run into him again sooner than I thought.

[Don't be a silent reader, let me know what you think 💗]

Do not copy. Original work of @lovemyself97 , 2/10/2024 (reblogging always helps! )

#jjk x reader #bts x you #bts scenarios #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook #army #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #idol au #bts imagines #imagine #jungkook fluff #bangtanwriters #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts au

[yeoosaangg]

Pacify Her || Kinktober - Day 5

pairing ▸ choi jongho × f!reader

now playing ▸ pacify her - melanie martinez

⤷ ❝someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours, but was he yours if he wanted me so bad?❞

genre ▸ college au, best friends to lovers, smut

warnings ▸ hand kink, degradation, gagging, choking, fingering, rough sex, infidelity

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You walk into the house, feeling the base of the music in your core. It felt stimulating since you pre-gamed with your friends before your arrival.

Yunjin: Somi and I are gonna go dance!

Y/n: I've gotta go find Jongho.

They exchange knowing smirks, heading for the dance floor. You roll your eyes, turning to scan the room.

You maneuver your way around the sweaty bodies of your classmates and finally spot your best friend.

He sits on a couch in the corner, drinking some sort of alcoholic beverage. His friend group sits around, two of them with a girl on their laps.

Yeosang: Hey, look! It's Jongho's girlfriend! Come take a seat.

His what?

Jongho: She's not my girlfriend.

His scowl pierces through the older, who simply shrugs and sits back.

Yeosang: Right. You're dating that one girl in your major. What was her name? Raven? My bad, I forgot. Y/n, come sit on my lap, baby.

Jongho clenches his jaw. He knows what he's doing and he doesn't like it.

Y/n: I'll pass. You're too much of a man whore for me.

Everyone laughs, including Yeosang. He can't argue with your statement because it's true.

You sit next to Jongho, head immediately laying on his lap.

Y/n: What were you guys talking about?

Mingi: The trip to the ski resort coming up. Lots of us think it's gonna be a disaster.

Y/n: Why?

Mingi: Because lots of shit goes down on trips like this. Last time, the admins had to separate a few girls because they were fighting.

Y/n: Damn. For what?

Mingi: They all thought sleeping with the same guy meant they were dating him. Next thing you know, they're fighting to see who's worthy to be his girlfriend.

Yeosang: Not my fault they got attached. I've made it clear plenty of times I was just there for fucking.

Y/n: I'm not surprised you were involved. How'd you get them to back off?

Yeosang: I'm still fucking them.

Of course he is.

Y/n: And on that note, I'm gonna go get a drink.

Jongho: I'll come with. Need more vodka.

You both get up, heading into the kitchen. You start fixing yourself some tequila, watching Jongho pour straight vodka into his cup.

Y/n: Rough night?

He shrugs, gulping down the alcohol.

Jongho: Raven and I got into a fight.

Y/n: For real? What about?

Jongho: It's stupid.

Y/n: It's not if it's bothering you. Come on, you can totally tell me.

Jongho: Not this. I'm still trying to figure out if she was right or just paranoid.

You furrow your eyebrows, but don't push further. If he needs time, you'll give it to him.

Y/n: Alright, then. Cheers to you solving your relationship problems soon.

He chuckles, clinking his red cup with yours.

He can't find it in his heart to tell you that you're the reason he's been arguing with Raven. She accused him of having feelings for you.

The idea was ridiculous at first. You're his best friend, of course you two would be close.

But then he started noticing the way he treats you over anyone else. He drops everything just to help you out. He laughs around you the most, feels happier too.

He was scared of accepting the possibility and chose to escalate their fighting more. Never once did he lay a hand on her, though. He just insults her, calls her insecure and jealous.

But he's starting to realize Raven was right as he looks at you. His heart beats faster, checking you out. The tight black dress fitting you perfectly.

He has the urge to fuck you in it. Right in that very kitchen.

Y/n: Dude!

He snaps out of his daze, looking at you attentively.

Y/n: I asked if you wanted to go somewhere quieter? This fucking music is blasting my eardrums.

Being alone with you in a room sounds like a terrible idea, but the vodka in his system is like a booster shot to his desires.

Jongho: Yeah. It's better than having to yell over the music.

You agree, heading up the stairs of the frat house. You open a familiar room, hoping it's empty. You sigh in relief seeing no one inside.

You plop onto the bed, not noticing your best friend locking the door.

Y/n: I think I shouldn't have pre-gamed. Yunjin made me take four double shots.

Jongho: Bad idea. You sleep with random strangers when the alcohol hits you.

Y/n: But I do end up with a new fuck buddy! Guess we'll find out who's the next victim later. Come lay down, maybe you need some rest.

No, he needs to fuck you.

Just to confirm his theories. Nothing else.

He slips in next to you, staring at the ceiling.

Jongho: Oh, look! They have those glow in the dark stars. I wonder who's room this is.

Y/n: It's Yeonjun's.

Jongho: How do you know?

Y/n: He's the guy I told you about. The fuck buddy that might become more.

Oh.

Jongho: Do you like him?

You stay silent. Yeonjun's nice and all, but he doesn't make you feel alive. The only guy to make you feel like that is unavailable.

Y/n: I think so. He's the only other guy I let into my dorm.

Jongho: There's others?

Y/n: Hell no. Just you and Yeonjun.

He wants to be the only guy allowed in your room.

You look at his hands and widen your eyes.

Y/n: When the fuck did you get a ring?

Jongho: Raven.

Awkward.

You clear your throat, turning on your side to play with the ring in his hand.

Y/n: It suits you. Makes your hands look even more pretty.

Jongho: You think they're pretty?

Fuck, you didn't mean to say that out loud.

Y/n: I didn't say that.

Jongho: It was implied.

Yeah, it was. But he has a girlfriend, you can't let your feelings for him drive you to do stupid things.

Jongho: You're staring at my hands.

Y/n: Hot.

Jongho smirks. He just discovered something new about you.

You've got a hand kink.

Jongho: Open your mouth, baby.

You widen your eyes at the petname. But he looks at you with a fond smile, so you immediately comply.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth, making you sigh in satisfaction. You've wanted this to happen for so long, it feels good to finally get it.

Jongho: Look at you, sucking like a sex-deprived whore.

You moan at his words, moving to sit on his crotch. He chuckles as you start to grind on him.

Jongho: Fucking hell, Y/n.

You start to feel him harden under you. He's fucking huge, it makes your mouth water more.

Jongho: Look at that, you're a drooling mess.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he rocks his hips up into you, goaded by the warm pressure that is your pussy.

You whimper, taking his other hand to your throat.

He lightly squeezes, pulling you down. His fingers in your mouth hit the back of your throat. You moan, rutting your hips even faster.

Jongho: Get naked.

You nod while climbing off. A pout forms on your face at no longer having his fingers in your mouth, but get so excited when he starts stripping as well.

Jongho: Lay down.

You do as he says, spreading your legs for him to see all of you.

Jongho: So pretty.

You giggle, opening your mouth in silent invitation.

Jongho: So cute.

He climbs over you, his cock rubbing against your clit. You moan, wanting him inside of you already.

Jongho: So impatient.

His left hand chokes you, his other back inside your mouth. You hum, smiling as his hips rut against you. His cock sliding up and down your folds, getting soaking wet.

Jongho: Wanna see what else my hands can do for you, baby?

You nod, anticipation filling your veins.

He takes his hand out your mouth, reaching down to slip into your warm cunt. You moan at the feeling knowing the music outside the room was drowning you out.

Jongho: Like my hands so much, might as well let them make you cum multiple times, hm? Would you like that?

You nod again. You desperately want him to go faster.

He squeezes your neck a little tighter, curling his fingers at a rapid pace. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, the pressure in your lower stomach intensifying.

Your orgasm hits strong, Jongho not giving you any time to rest. His fingers continue abusing you until you cum again. Your moans rival the loud bass of the music downstairs.

He takes his fingers out and shoves them into your mouth.

Jongho: Suck.

You don't have to be told twice, licking your juices clean. You moan when he shoves his cock into you with no warning.

Your back arches off the bed, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He uses his knees to push your legs up, slamming his hips at an angle that has you screaming even louder than you've been the entire night.

He laughs at your attempt to say something, but his fingers prevented you from doing so.

Jongho: What'd you say, baby? I can't understand you with my fingers in your mouth.

You let out a choked whine, cumming on his cock. He doesn't stop ramming his cock against your walls.

The reality of your actions only hit you now. You're fucking your best friend at a frat party. You remember that he's a taken man, tears building in your eyes.

He takes your tears as a sign that he's making you feel good, fucking you rougher.

Jongho: I love you. Always have.

Your worries go away, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. His girlfriend is nothing but a distraction, much like your handful of fuck buddies.

It's always been Jongho. It'll always be him.

You cum all over his cock again. His thrusts become sloppy, pulling out and spilling all over your stomach. He lays next to you, very out of breath.

Jongho: I love you.

You cuddle into his side, kissing his shoulder.

Y/n: I love you, too.

He kisses your temple, rubbing your back in soothing patterns.

Y/n: Please tell me you're getting rid of Raven.

He laughs, stroking your hair out of your face.

Jongho: Worry about that later. You and I are just getting started.

You yelp when he rolls you on top of him, aligning you onto his cock.

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a/n: the way i can definitely make a part two... oh well! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

ur my fav writer on heree <33333  could I request Agatha x female reader with they starting as a friends-with-benefits type of relationship

Both fall in love with each other but think they are not reciprocated. Agatha, despite appearing confidence, is afraid of rejection and ruining the relationship that keeps her close to reader so she doesn’t say anything until in one of her “dates” someone flirts with reader and Agatha gets jealous and marks territory.

They discuss and confess their feelings for each other and formalize their relationship and smutty. Can the request have fingering, oral and Agatha using a magic strap? Also: Agatha VERY excited because it’s her first time having sex as an official couple 

💋

pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader

summary: friends-with-benefits to lovers

content warnings: ooh boy where do i start. smut obvi, choking, jealousy, possessiveness, hickeys, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on, subspace. oh and a scene where reader gets anxious in a public setting. low-key angst at the beginning, but it gets better!

word count: 6k+

masterlist

A/N: thanks for the request!! i hope u like it hehe, i had fun and wrote more that i thought i would. ur so sweet, thank you! <3

Photo Cred: Me

Mine

Kicking off your shoes, you leaned against your front door, sighing in relief as you took your bag off your shoulders. Blinking in the dim lighting and realizing you’d probably forgotten to leave a lamp on, you stumbled towards the kitchen. Setting your bag down on the counter, you pulled your phone out and sent a quick text to your neighbor as you opened the fridge. 

‘Heyyy, my boss is being a huge dickwad atm. Wanna come over? I could use some stress relief, if ya know what I mean ;)’

Seeing that your neighbor had read your text, you looked up. Squinting slightly against the warm refrigerator light, your eyebrows steadily rose as you took stock of the contents.  Staring in disbelief at your barren fridge, you shot off another text. 

‘Bring food, I forgot to go shopping. Again.’

Closing the fridge, you grabbed a corkscrew as you pulled a bottle of wine from your pantry. Hopping onto the counter, you prepared two glasses while you waited, rubbing at your temples to get rid of the dull ache you’d had ever since your boss had opened his mouth this morning. The sound of a notification rang through your silent kitchen, and you smiled slightly as you read the text from your neighbor. 

‘On My Way!’

Then, another text appeared straight after. 

‘You have to show me how to get rid of that stupid auto correct. I do not use exclamation points.’

Smiling, you sent a text letting her know that the door was unlocked before hopping down from the counter and getting out two plates. While you absentmindedly prepared the table for a late dinner, you found yourself getting more and more excited with every second that passed. 

Honestly, how could you not. Agatha Harkness was the single most interesting person you'd ever met. With her endearing dark curls and piercing dark blue eyes, you’d developed a crush almost immediately. It must have been the way she grasped your hand firmly at the block barbeque, introducing herself with a raspy voice and teasing lilt, that had you giving up your body to her that same night. 

Ever since that warm summer evening, you’d been casually seeing her. It was mainly sex, and as smitten as you were with her, Agatha most definitely did not see you the same way. How could she? You were a twenty-two year old girl with a job you hated and no idea how to take care of yourself, and Agatha was a confident forty-three year old woman with a stable job, extensive hobbies, and rich tastes. 

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts and willing the stupid smile off your face at the sound of your front door opening, you leaned as casually as you could against the counter. Even in the dim lighting of your kitchen, Agatha looked like she’d just walked a runway. 

Okay, maybe that was excessive. But the dark dress slacks that hugged her hips, and the tucked in blouse that showed plenty of cleavage was definitely attractive. You could smell her lavender perfume wafting over to you as she set a paper bag full of food on your counter, and you let your eyes slide slowly up her body as she turned towards you. 

“My eyes are up here, sweet cheeks.” Agatha had a slight smirk on her face as she watched the way you shivered at her words. 

You let your eyes wander up to her face, feeling like she could see your very thoughts as those blue eyes pierced yours. Smiling, you made your way towards her as she reached for your waist. “Sorry, I’m just enjoying the view.”

Chuckling slightly, Agatha spun you around quickly, pressing your back against the counter as she laid her hands on either side of you. Thoroughly trapped between her and the counter, you took the opportunity to roll your hips into hers, smiling widely at her suppressed groan. 

Needy lips found yours, Agatha’s teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You let your mind drift, your shoulders relaxing for the first time that day as you let Agatha dominate the kiss. She pulled away far too soon for your liking, and you couldn’t help the pout that appeared on your face as you wrapped your arms around her waist. 

“Come on, I need to make you some food if you’re going to have enough energy for what I have planned later.” Agatha ended her sentence with a wink, pulling away from your grasp as your eyes went wide. She pulled out various food ingredients as you went to the sink and washed your hands, stealing one last final kiss from you before she turned her attention to the food. 

Giving you a few vegetables to cut up, Agatha pulled your hair into a ponytail for you, returning to the stove and shooting you an inquisitive look. “Tell me all about your asshole boss.”

—

You sat back, finally finishing your long winded rant about your overbearing boss. You stabbed the last piece of pasta on your plate, bringing the fork to your mouth as Agatha watched. She brought her glass of wine to her lips, processing the last ten minutes of your rambling. 

It had been hard for her to focus, truly, you just looked so perfect in the dim but warm lighting of your kitchen. She kept finding herself looking at the perfect curve of your neck, and the way your hair fell over your shoulders as you waved your hands to prove a point. The way your eyes bore into hers as you waited for a response wasn’t helping, and she gulped down the rest of her drink quickly. 

“Well, at this point you’ve got to be firm with your boundaries, hon,” She started, bringing her fingers to circle the rim of her wine glass as your eyes followed the movement. “I know that’s difficult, but your boss won’t ever learn to respect you if you don't communicate your boundaries with him.”

Nodding, you let out a noise of agreement, cracking your neck slightly as you eyed your computer bag. Agatha followed your line of sight, before turning back to you and raising an eyebrow. “Are you seriously considering working right now?”

Scoffing slightly, you stood up and gathered up the dishes. As you moved to grab Agatha’s plate, you leaned over until her eyes were level with your chest. You’d unbuttoned your shirt slightly, and you smiled victoriously when her eyes locked on your purple bra. 

“And what if I am?” You whispered, your lips grazing her ear as you watched her fingers twitch slightly around her empty wine glass. 

Washing the dishes quickly, you could sense movement behind you as you placed the last plate on the drying rack. Turning, your mouth fell open at the sight of Agatha’s nude chest. Her fingers were toying with her belt as she placed her top and bra into the bag she’d brought with her. 

“Still thinking about work?” 

You felt your mouth go dry, your mind blanking as she sauntered up to you. Her fingers hooked in your belt loops, pulling you backwards towards your couch. Crossing the living room, your eyes remained on her chest as your hands wrapped around her neck.

The back of your knees met the couch, and Agatha partially pushed you down, positioning you until you were laying down. Slowly removing your shirt, button by button, she leaned down and let her lips graze your neck before murmuring, “You have a lot on your mind, today, I can practically see your brain overworking itself. Be a good girl and let me fuck all those thoughts right out of your pretty head.”

A low moan escaped you, and you felt yourself sink into the comfortable lavender-scented haze that you'd grown used to. Something about Agatha just felt safe, and while you were with her you felt that you could give her control. 

Agatha controlled your body, mind, and heart. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

A hand cupped your cheek, and your eyes refocused to see blue eyes looking down on you with concern. “Is that alright, hon?” 

Blinking, you smiled, wrapping your hands around Agatha’s waist as you pulled her body flush against yours. “Yes, I just slipped into subspace for a second.”

Blue eyes darkened, and the hand on your cheek slid down to wrap around your throat as Agatha’s lips met yours. She whispered in between kissing you, “Good. That’s what I’m here for. You just let me have control for a little while, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A whine left your throat, and Agatha gently grasped your wrists with her hand and held them above your head. Pressing them into the couch cushion, she wordlessly ordered you to stay put, before she was ripping off your bra and leaving marks all over your chest. 

You let your body go limp, your brain floating away as you breathed heavily beneath her. It just felt so good. The smell of Agatha’s perfume, her hands running over your waist as her lips sucked bruises into your skin. You felt her lips move up to your collarbone, squirming slightly as you opened your eyes. 

“Agatha.” Your voice was slightly hard, but breathy. 

A hum of acknowledgement sounded out, and you fought the urge to move your hands as her lips steadily made their way towards your neck. Your mind rose out of the haze it was in, sharpening when her teeth grazed a sensitive spot at the base of your throat. 

Pushing Agatha back by her shoulders, your lips parted at the hungry look in her eyes. She leaned in, her tongue swiping over her lips before a firm hand on her sternum stopped her. 

“No visible marks.” Your voice was cold, reminding her of the rules you both had agreed on. Agatha’s face dropped slightly, her hands stilling around your waist as your eyes flitted between her eyes and lips. 

“Fine.” Agatha said, her tone short. 

She could have kicked herself, of course you wouldn’t want anyone to know about this. You were a young woman with all the opportunities in the world, well-spoken and gentle with the brightest smile. Anyone could have you, could love you. Agatha reminded herself that she wasn’t special, at least not to you, as she slowly lowered you back against the couch, your hands digging into her hair. 

To her, you were a bright burning star. The only light she had, and although you threatened to burn her from the inside out, with your teasing smiles and glossy eyes, she couldn't help but get sucked into your orbit. It was a never ending dance, the two of you. Getting close enough to feel the scorching heat that guaranteed to consume her heart and soul, then pulling away before the feeling could grow into something that promised longevity. 

Your lips found hers, and they tasted like forgiveness. 

Agatha let herself get lost in you, in your high-pitched moans that washed over her, and the way your fingers tightened in her hair when she finally took your aching nipple between her lips. Your hips rose to meet hers, grinding your pelvis against hers as she groaned into your soft skin. 

The haze returned, thicker than before. Agatha’s lips were soft yet rough, lulling you into a state of bliss. Your clothes were off before you could process the action, your skin sliding against Agatha’s as she murmured praises into your ear. 

Her fingers entered you, and you saw stars. They curled, and your eyes rolled back. Agatha was there to catch you, bringing you down with soft words and firm hands that promised to mold you into something beautiful. 

When she eventually left for the night, promising to text you when she arrived home, you felt something empty settle in your chest. Shrugging it off, you smiled down at your phone as the notification sound rang. 

‘Dinner on me, this Friday? There’s a new restaurant I’ve been wanting to try.’

Biting your lip, you set your phone down as you turned on the shower. Inspecting your nude body, you ran your fingers over the marks Agatha had left on your chest. Your eyes rose slightly, imagining what some of those marks would look like on your neck. You shook your head, it would do no good to fantasize about things you couldn’t have. Picking up your phone, you responded. 

‘Sure! That sounds an awful lot like a date tho…’

You stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water hit your aching muscles. Letting your mind drift, you started planning your outfit, knowing that you’d cave to Agatha’s request. 

Your phone buzzed, your eyes snapping open at the sound, your heart racing slightly. You paused, getting a grip and deciding to make her wait. Rubbing conditioner onto the ends of your hair, you glanced over at your phone, sitting innocently on the counter. Fuck it. 

Getting out of the shower, rinsing your hair and suds of soap off your body, you picked up your phone with damp fingers. 

‘It’s not a date, hon. It’s a nice dinner between two friends.’

You scoffed, something dropping in your chest as you reread the text. 

‘If you say so.’

Dropping the phone onto your bed, you wrapped your hair in a towel, pulling your laptop out. Scrolling, you found the latest email from your boss, asking you to complete a task before the next morning. Remembering what Agatha had told you, you composed an email of your own. 

‘Good evening, I will no longer respond to messages outside of my regular work hours. If there is a problem with this, please feel free to bring it up to our Human Resources department. I will see you tomorrow, Y/N Y/L/N.’

Sending it, you felt a shred of self respect enter your body as a proud feeling wormed its way into your heart. It reminded you of Agatha, and you closed your laptop before reaching for your phone. 

‘I do, I’ll pick you up at 6.’

Looks like you had an outfit to pick out.

—

You felt your heart drop as low as your bank statement as Agatha pulled up to the restaurant. You recognized the name, and knew that this was way too expensive to accept. 

“Agatha,” You began, your eyes wide as you took in the decorative entranceway. 

A hand on your thigh stopped more words from escaping your mouth, your mind scrambling for a solution. You looked down, admiring the short nails on Agatha’s long fingers as she tightened her grip, before raising your eyes to her own. 

“Let me take care of you.” Agatha said, her tone leaving no room for arguments. She could see your mind at war with itself, your lips parting as an argument sprung to your tongue. Before you could get any words out, she leaned in and kissed you. It was a short kiss, no more than two seconds, but it left you silent and wanting more. 

Elegant eyebrows rose, Agatha waiting for your response. Your eyes flicked down, resting on her lips. “Okay.”

At your resigned whisper, Agatha smiled widely. She quickly swept you out of your seat, her pace quick but leisurely as she ushered you inside, her hand resting on the small of your back. 

Your eyes were wide as you looked around the restaurant, taking in the chandelier and dark mahogany of the walls as the soft chatter of the patrons reached your ears. Although it was a rule to not touch each other in public, you ignored it in favor of leaning further into Agatha’s side, feeling slightly overwhelmed. 

A nice looking man approached the two of you, his uniform neatly pressed as he ushered for you to follow. He led you to a more secluded area of the restaurant, as per your reservation, and you felt a rush of warmth at the thought of Agatha meticulously planning this out. 

Pulling the chair out for you, Agatha let her eyes roam down the front of your dress as you sat down. Leaning in, she let her lips just barely graze your ear, “You look wonderful, by the way.”

A blush made its way onto your face, and a tendril of heat erupted in your core at the low tone. Picking up the menu to give your hands something to do, you felt your fingers shake as your eyes landed on the price tags for each item. 

Murmuring a wine selection to the hovering waiter, Agatha watched as your eyes rapidly scanned the paper in front of you. The man quickly left, and she sat back in her seat as she waited for your eyes to meet hers. 

“This feels like a date.” You said, your voice trembling slightly as you gingerly put down the menu. Looking up, you felt a small tendril of hope worm its way into your heart. Agatha’s blue eyes didn’t look quite as piercing in the dark atmosphere of your secluded corner, instead holding something unmistakably warm in them as she looked at you. 

“Would you like this to be a date?” Agatha simply asked, raising a single brow. 

You froze, the hope in your chest wrapping around your heart and squeezing. You willed your mouth to start working and respond, but all you could manage were a few blinks. Agatha sighed slightly, her eyes dropping from your face as she ran her fingers over her own menu. 

“Remember, this is on me. Don’t worry about the prices, hon.” Her voice was still low, but had lost its slight raspiness that you’d grown fond of. 

Before you could say anything in return, your mind and heart still waging a war against each other, the waiter returned. The silence stretched as he poured the wine, Agatha motioning for him to leave the bottle. Speaking softly, she ordered before turning to look at you. 

“And what would you like?” The waiter asked, his tone professional as you floundered. 

Panicking slightly, your fingers gripped the menu as you tried to skim the different options. The words started blurring together, and you felt your neck heat up at the expectant silence. You felt out of place, longing for a quiet bar with no manners to be seen, rather than this expensive restaurant that had dozens of rules you weren’t aware of. 

A cool hand placed itself on your trembling fingers, and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet Agatha’s eyes as she ordered for you. The ringing in your ears grew louder as your heartbeat raced, and your eyes darted towards the restrooms. Taking a steadying breath, your eyes fell to Agatha’s hand, curled around your fingers as you clenched the menu.

The sound of a throat clearing caused your eyes to snap up, landing on the waiter's outstretched hand as he glanced at your menu. You smiled apologetically, watching him eye the slightly crumpled paper as you handed it to him. He walked away, and you sank into your seat. 

“Breathe for me.” Agatha’s voice washed over you, unraveling the tight knot in your chest as you took a few measured breaths. You looked anywhere but her eyes, annoyed with yourself and a bit embarrassed. The only other time she’d seen you like this was when she fucked you in a public bathroom, and you had panicked when someone knocked on the door. 

Shaking that thought out of your head, you laughed awkwardly as you reached for your wine. Taking a sip and frowning at the way your fingers trembled around the glass, you kept your head ducked as you looked at Agatha through your lashes. 

The expression on her face could only be described as soft, and you lifted your chin as the last oily remnants of shame left you. Taking a larger mouthful of wine, you prayed for your nerves to dissipate as the alcohol hit your bloodstream. 

“Nervous?” The raspiness was back, and you couldn’t help the way your lips parted. You watched her eyes flick downwards, studying the color of your lipstick briefly before shooting back up towards your eyes. 

Offering a tight lipped smile, you attempted to shake off your nerves. You could enjoy a nice dinner with your neighbor. Your really hot neighbor. Fuck. You took another sip of your wine. 

“Just feeling a little out of my element.” You said, feeling a pleasant buzz settle underneath your skin. You let the rest of the restaurant fade into a low thrum, your attention solely focused on Agatha’s lips as she tasted the wine in front of her. Her fingers curled around the glass, and your mouth watered slightly as you remembered the way it felt to suck on them after she’d fucked you dumb. 

Agatha asked you a question, something about your boss, and you let the conversation take your nerves away. You barely even noticed the waiter returning with your food, so caught up in the way Agatha laughed slightly at your lame attempt at a joke. Her lips quirked up, her features softening as she stifled another laugh. 

Digging into your food, you thanked her for selecting an option for you. You couldn’t quite name what was in front of you, but it was delicious. You let your eyes close slightly, savoring the taste in your mouth as you slowly removed your spoon. You realized that Agatha had gone quiet, and looked at her inquisitively. 

Dark blue eyes stared at you in a way that could only be described as hungry. Her fingers had tightened around her silverware, the whites of her knuckles bleeding through as her gaze locked onto the spoon still between your lips. 

You smiled, finally catching on. Slowly, you dragged the spoon past your lips before using the tip of your tongue to clean it off. Your smile widened at the sound of Agatha sucking in a sharp breath, her jaw working. 

Digging into your food once more, you slowly lifted the spoon to your lips. Agatha’s eyes snapped to yours. 

“Don’t do that.” Her words were practically hissed, her eyes bouncing between your lips and eyes. Her pupils were slightly blown, the blue of her eyes reduced to mere slivers as she watched you slip the spoon between your lips. 

Swallowing, and deciding to take mercy on her, you set your spoon down and tilted your head as you observed the rigid posture of the woman across from you. 

“Do what?” You asked, your tone innocent even as a smirk graced your lips. Taking another sip of your wine, you watched Agatha’s fingers loosen their grip on her silverware. She flexed them slightly, looking around briefly before a hard look appeared in her eyes. 

“Don’t tease me,” She murmured, her eyes dark as she watched your lips part at her words. “Although, that’s what you want. Isn’t it?”

“I-” You felt a rush of heat at your core, your underwear dampening slightly at the flood of arousal that coursed through you. 

“You want me to watch you, the way that you pretend to be innocent while you tease me with your fingers and lips and eyes that practically beg me to fuck you. Isn’t that right?” Agatha’s eyes were dark, boring into you as you sucked in a breath. She slowly lifted her wine, sipping as you tried to control your quickly overheating body. 

The waiter returned. You despaired. 

You felt the weight of Agatha’s stare as she paid the waiter, leaving a generous tip that had him glowing. She pulled your chair out for you, leading you from the restaurant with a much firmer hold around your waist. You find yourself leaning into the touch, blaming the wine you’d gulped down for your lack of rule-following. 

“Oh my gosh! Hey!” A chipper voice startles you out of the daze you were in, and you pull away from Agatha, ignoring the look she sends you as you search for the owner of the voice. Looking around you spot your coworker waving at you from down the street.

“Hey,” You start, forgetting her name. You cough awkwardly as she approaches, nudging Agatha in the side when you catch her staring daggers at the woman. “How are you?”

Your coworker launches into a rambling rendition of her past week, her enthusiasm not dimming even as Agatha turns stony beside you. You nod along, missing the way Agatha’s eyes watch as your coworker grasps your forearms when she laughs. 

Watchful eyes take note of your coworkers hands as they hold onto you, as they playfully slap your shoulder when you offer a lame joke in response to her never-ending chatter. Agatha feels the churning jealousy in her chest rise to an inferno when your coworker pulls you into a tight hug. Her hands linger around your waist a little too long for Agatha’s liking, and she offers a tight lipped smile as the girl waves goodbye. 

You turn, your face frozen in an awkward grimace as you make eye contact with Agatha. She has an unreadable look in her eyes, and you wonder what it is as she turns you and starts walking towards her car. 

She’d parked a few blocks away, and her strides are long and purposeful as her hand tightens further on the small of your back. You struggle to keep up, your mind bouncing between Agatha’s splayed fingers burning through your dress and her stony expression. It’s all very confusing, and you tug at her shirt to draw her attention. 

“Ok what’s going on, becau-” 

You’re cut off by Agatha’s hands pushing you backwards, into an alley and up against the wall. Her hands are rough, palming your hips as she presses herself against your front, your breaths intermingling. Your eyes dart down, watching her lips part. You practically tremble from anticipation, and you close your eyes as she leans towards you. 

Soft lips meet your neck, and your eyes fly open in surprise as a strangled gasp leaves your throat. Your hand moves up, tangling in her hair as those soft lips are replaced with sharp teeth. 

Pleasure courses through you as she marks your neck, her lips never quite lifting off your skin as she sucks dark bruises along the sides of your throat. Her hands are still on your hips, pressing you into the wall in a harsh grip as her heaving chest presses against your own. 

You’re about to remind her that you’re in public, that anyone could walk by and see the two of you, when a single, growled word causes your mind to blank. 

“Mine.”

At the low moan that rips itself from your throat, Agatha pulls away, her eyes dark as she takes in the state of your neck. A smirk forms on her face, and before you can catch your breath, she’s pulling you away from the wall and walking quicker than before towards her car. 

You remain quiet, processing the last few minutes as she pulls onto the street. Her hand makes its way towards your thigh, and you blink in confusion. She never touched you in public like that, so what changed now?

Agatha’s fingers squeezed your thigh in an almost possessive manner, and your eyes widened as you came to a realization. “Do you see me as more than just a hot neighbor you like to fuck sometimes?” 

You’re staring at her now, your own feelings looming and threatening to overwhelm you. Praying that your infatuation is reciprocated, you gently touch the fingers on your thigh, waiting until Agatha glanced over at you. 

Her eyes are nervous, wide, and filled with the same emotions you see in the mirror everytime the two of you separate for the night. You can sense her hesitance, and you turn her palm over to lace your fingers with hers. 

“Because I see you as so much more than that.” Your words are whispered, Agatha’s eyes widening slightly at your confession. She diverts her focus from the road, her eyes taking you in as an unmistakable feeling of joy spreads through her chest. Turning back, she bites her lip as a slow smile spreads across her face. 

The fingers intertwined with your own squeeze tighter, and you smile as you watch the emotions flit across Agatha’s face. Excitement and hope being the main two. She wears a small smile for the remainder of the car ride, her fingers squeezing yours as she stroked the back of your hand with her thumb. 

Pulling into her driveway, Agatha practically forces you out of the car, her hands hot around your waist as you enter her home. As soon as you’re through the door, she shuts it and presses you firmly against the cool wood. 

“So,” You begin, slightly breathless as her lips resume marking your neck. “Does this mean you also feel strongly about me?” 

Agatha's eyes are warm as she pulls away to look at you. Her fingers run gently over your flushed cheek, her smile wide as she responds. “Of course I do.” 

You sense a slight hesitancy from her, and gently grasp her chin when she looks away from you. Her eyes are wide, tears starting to fill them. 

“I don’t want to scare you off.” Agatha says, her voice trembling. 

Pulling away from the door, you pull Agatha along as you search for her bedroom. Offering a gentle smile, you push her onto the bed before straddling her lap. Pulling her face into your cupped hands, you place a gentle kiss on her lips before whispering, “Tell me, I promise you won’t scare me off.”

Agatha’s eyes are earnest, her hands trembling as they clutch the fabric around your hips.  “I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you. The desperate, aching kind of love. The kind there’s no coming back from. The kind there’s no way out of. The kind that’s going to be the death of me one day.”

Your lips part, your eyes crinkling in a smile as you look at her. You can’t quite find the right words, so you press your lips against hers, attempting to convey the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. It goes unsaid, instead felt through your frenzied lips that you feel the exact same way. 

The kisses turn passionate, slower than you normally kiss Agatha. Her brain apparently starts to work again, turning lustful as her hands claw at the hem of your dress. You break the kiss laughing slightly as you help her take the soft fabric off. 

Your hands undo the buttons of her shirt as she hurriedly removes her jacket from her shoulders. Your dress lands somewhere on the floor, Agatha’s lips reattaching themselves to your neck and moving over the newly exposed skin towards your chest. 

As soon as you felt those sinful lips against your chest, you let out a gasp, the sound spurring Agatha into further action. Your fingers scramble, losing their grip on her infuriatingly small buttons as you close your eyes, lost in the feeling of Agatha’s teeth sucking your nipple between them. 

Agatha pulls away, her pupils blown as she takes you in. A flush is spreading down your chest, your hips rolling slightly as your fingers flex against her stomach. In an instant, she flips you until your back meets the bed, a soft grunt escaping your lips as you open your eyes in confusion. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” Agatha husks, her hands running all over your body. She pulls your underwear off in one smooth motion, before removing her own shirt. 

“But, we’ve been fucking for a while.” You say, your eyes glued to the lacy bra that Agatha reveals as she drops her shirt on the floor. Humming, she smiles as she slowly leans in to nuzzle against your neck. 

“This time is different,” Agatha’s words are quiet, and you nod immediately, knowing exactly what she means. At the feeling of your nod, Agatha leaves a few open-mouthed kisses along your neck as you squirm slightly. She slowly works her way down your body, leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin as you feel your mind go hazy. 

Upon reaching the apex of your thighs, and admiring the slick juices leaking from you, Agatha removes her hands from where they were pinning your hips down. Your hips automatically start moving, rutting into the air as you search for some sort of friction. 

“Let’s play a little game.” Agatha mutters, watching your eyes light up at the idea. She reaches up, tangling her fingers with yours and pressing your conjoined hands into the mattress. “If you can come without my help, I’ll give you a reward.”

Your glassy eyes stare at her, not quite comprehending her words. At the confusion etched across your face, Agatha smirks, before dropping her face to your dripping pussy and sticking out her tongue. At the feeling of her strong muscle against you, your hips jerk and you understand what she meant. 

Agatha doesn’t move, her tongue still firmly against you as you grind against her face. Your back arches as you thrust harder, your orgasm nearing as Agatha squeezes your hands tighter. 

Stars erupt behind your eyes, and you can almost feel your consciousness drift off among the galaxies as your muscles tense and release. Agatha helps you ride out your high, her tongue swiping through your folds and collecting your cum as your hips stutter beneath her ministrations. 

“Fuck,” Agatha groans. You think it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. 

Long fingers enter you, curling just right and coaxing forth the blazing arousal that had threatened to dissipate after your orgasm. You can feel your back arching, your hips thrusting in time with each stroke of Agatha’s fingers as your mind sinks further into that comfortable lavender-scented haze. 

“More.” You gasp, and Agatha wonders if you’ve realized what you're begging for. 

Practically slamming her fingers into your slick pussy, Agatha kneels, getting into a better position to fuck you. You moan, your throat slightly scratchy as you feel your arousal climb. Agatha watches your eyes roll back, your pleas becoming incoherent as your second orgasm washes over you. 

You moan, your hips stilling as you twitch from aftershocks. You vaguely feel Agatha pull her fingers from you, your eyes closed as you clutch the comforter beneath you. You can feel her pull away from you, the bed shifting as she moves off of it. Opening your eyes, you fight the haze that settles over your mind as you peer around the room for her. 

Agatha turns around, her eyes catching yours before your gaze moves further down. Her hand is slowly pumping over a deep purple strap-on, and you feel another wave of arousal rise as you weakly attempt to close your legs. 

Blue eyes narrow, and Agatha makes her way to the bed in a few, quick strides. Kneeling in front of your partially closed legs, she digs her nails into your inner thigh as she wrenches them open again. 

“Do not do that again.” Her voice is harsh, and you can’t stop the low moan that leaves you. “I’m giving you what you wanted.” She leans down, her lips now rough as she kisses over the dark hickeys she’d made earlier that night. Her hand replaces her lips, gripping your throat tightly as she moves her lips to your ear. 

“More.”

You can’t stop the throaty moan that leaves you, the sensations becoming overwhelming in an instant as your arousal skyrockets. You close your eyes again, feeling the warning squeeze against your throat, Agatha’s nails dragging down your taunt stomach, and the tip of the strap-on that she’s teasing your entrance with. 

In one quick movement, Agatha buries the strap into you, her own moan mixing with yours as your eyes snap open. There’s a burning sensation at your core, and as Agatha starts thrusting roughly into you, it melts into a white-hot pleasure. 

Your hands flail, not quite knowing what to do as your mind is thrown headfirst into the lavender-scented subspace you’ve grown so fond of. You can hear the slap of Agatha’s thighs hitting you with every thrust, her hand tight around your throat while the other grips your hip. Her pupils are blown, her eyes watching your face as your lips part and incoherent mumbles escape you. 

Agatha is so engrossed with watching your face, the way it scrunches up slightly when your orgasm is approaching, that she almost misses the soft words you say. 

“I love you.” Your eyes are sparkling, gazing up at her with so much emotion in them, Agatha feels her hips stutter slightly. You repeat it, a giddy smile appearing on your face, and Agatha just about loses her mind. 

Hips snapping roughly, the sound of Agatha’s strap fucking into you fills the room, your moans growing louder with each passing second. Blue eyes watch you come undone, your body spasming and tensing as a powerful orgasm rips through you. She watches, gently guiding you down, as a piece of herself she didn’t know was missing clicked back into place when your eyes bore into hers. 

You’re brought down with soothing words and praises, Agatha’s hands soft as they run over your trembling form. You barely feel her remove her strap, a warm feeling overtaking your chest as you watch her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting of her room. 

Laying down, Agatha wraps an arm around you as you roll over, burying your face into her chest. She hums softly, tracing circles on your upper back as you let your mind leisurely emerge from the subspace it was deeply entrenched in. 

“So,” You say, your eyes dropping as a wave of tiredness washes over you. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, my love.” Agatha says gently, running her fingers over your face as you finally succumb to sleep. How could she say anything else? She’d been in love with you since the moment she’d laid eyes on you. You were the one dazzlingly bright light in her life, the mere thought of you bringing a sense of peace and contentment. She’d be a fool to let you go. In a few short words, she let the scorching heat of you draw her in, not caring if she burned in the process of loving you. “Of course.”

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a helping hand — c. seungcheol

pairing: non-idol! seungcheol x f!reader

word count: 4,872

genre: minor angst, fluff, workplace romance

warnings: reader experiences sleep deprivation, curse words, reader is a b*tch to cheol cuz of sleep deprivation and an annoying manager

author's notes: i have returned with more (not proofread) writing !

Your eyes were practically filled with lead as you stared at your computer screen, the design you had opened on Photoshop blurring as consciousness continues to slip past your fingers. Whatever you had planned on fixing with the design in front of you was long gone with your sanity and will to stay awake. As darkness surrounds you, all you could hear is the clicking of your mouse and keyboard, your department completely empty aside from you.

Your eyes flickered to the bottom corner of your screen; 08:24 PM, it read. Everyone else in the department had gone home, at six, but because your annoying, and cutthroat new team manager was giving you so much crap for the designs you submitted for next quarter’s social media, you were forced to work later to fix the mistakes she had pointed out.

It wasn’t unusual for the design team to stay later in the office to finish up projects, but your former team manager never allowed anyone to stay past seven. Safe to say, your new team manager didn’t care—all she cared about was that you work quick, and efficient. If it requires staying overnight at the office, then better bring out your neck pillow.

“Hello? Is someone still here?” Jumping in your chair, you looked over the dividers of your cubicle, spotting Seungcheol, an employee in the Marketing division, standing by the door.

Raising your hand, you announced, “I am.”

Seungcheol’s eyes squinted, trying to spot you through the dark before his eyebrows knitted together in confusion upon seeing you in the empty room. “Y/N? What are you still doing here?” His footsteps echoed throughout the empty room, approaching you and seating himself in the cubicle beside you. “Working on something?”

You weakly nodded, sleep returning to fog your brain. “I have revisions from Hyunhee.”

“Hyunhee?”

“Our new team manager,” you grumbled, just thinking about the woman made your head ache in annoyance. “Since Jiha is on maternal leave, I have to handle both hers and my own projects, and Hyunhee—safe to say—” you motioned to the empty room “—she’s a pain in my ass.”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “And this?” He nodded his head towards your computer.

“It’s for next quarter’s Instagram feed, but Hyunhee has a completely different idea to what my former team manager had, so she hates every single thing that I’ve given her.”

“Really? She’s that bad?”

You nod, your lips jutting out slightly as you recall how terrible Hyunhee was to you since she became the team manager. “I don’t get it, though—don’t get me wrong, she’s a nightmare to everyone, but it feels especially bad when it comes to me.”

“How come?”

“It might be because on her first day, I had a septum piercing, and she called me out on that saying it’s unprofessional and that I should remove it,” you explained, the design on your computer long forgotten as you shifted in your chair to face Seungcheol. Your brows furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you still here?”

“I left at six, but came back because I forgot my phone charger,” he explained, “and since the janitor was mopping up the area in front of the lift, I chose to go down the stairs and walked past here and noticed the light in your cubicle.”

“It must be nice having an overbearing manager,” you mumbled, adding, “you can leave once work hours are over.”

“Why don’t you continue it tomorrow, Y/N?” He takes a gander at your work. “It looks good, too, you can do finishing touches tomorrow morning.”

“Because Hyunhee wants it tomorrow, before she comes in,” you responded, the urge to cry out of frustration growing stronger. “And this design is the one that she rejected, all of it.” You couldn’t but chuckle at Seungcheol when he stares at you with widened eyes, shocked.

“Is this even allowed? I get staying an hour after work hours end, but it’s almost nine, Y/N.”

“She doesn’t really care, just cares that the project is complete and placed on her desk when she asked for it,” you informed him, and immediately looked away as he stares at you in pity. It’s pathetic, really, to feel obligated to invest so much time and energy for something you knew could be completed within working hours. Maybe you were scared of Hyunhee. Rumors say that she got the job as team manager because she is indirectly connected to the Chief of Operation in your company, and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you crossed the line.

Or in this case, submit a late project.

“Do you want me to accompany you while you work on this? I don’t mind staying in late,” Seungcheol offered, and your heart couldn’t help but melt at his offer. You couldn’t lie that being accompanied by an attractive guy as the hours grow late wasn’t a bad thing—it could help keep you awake, too, but you felt bad. This wasn’t Seungcheol’s project to complete, it was (unfortunately) yours.

So, you shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile, “No need, Cheol. I might go home in twenty minutes, and continue then.”

“I’ll accompany you until then, Y/N,” he states, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest to indicate he wasn’t going to move.

“Seriously, Cheol, you can go home, I’ll be fine.”

He only shakes his head, standing (or sitting) his ground. He then nods his head towards your abandoned project. “Go on, Y/N, move it to your USB.”

As you move the files to your flash drive, Seungcheol stood from the chair, eyes wandering around your cubicle space, noticing the little pictures you had all around the walls of the divider—there were a few of you with your friends and family, none that came off to be anything more than platonic.

Why was he even looking to see if you had a partner or not? His cheeks heated at the realization when his heart raced at the possibility of you being single.

“Seungcheol?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, what?” You couldn’t help but chuckle seeing his flustered face beneath the dim lighting of your cubicle. Your interactions with Seungcheol aren’t daily, but they’re enough to have you form an interest towards the Marketing division employee. He’s also the only one from the Marketing division that doesn’t give ridiculous deadlines like the rest of his team.

“I’m ready,” you repeated, and he nodded, taking a step back to allow you to walk ahead of him after turning off your desk lamp and the two of you left the office.

“Do you usually stay at the office this long?” Seungcheol asks as the two of you stepped into the elevator, and you shake your head no before answering, leaning your back against the metal walls.

“Not really, I get really bad headaches if I stay up too long, so safe to say I’m going to have a blast tomorrow at work,” you answered with a bitter chuckle. “It wouldn’t be a problem if right when I get home, I sleep, but I still have a lot to fix before tomorrow morning, so…” You trailed off with a shrug, Seungcheol’s look of concern not going unnoticed, causing you to chuckle. “It’s fine, Cheol… I’ll be fine.”

He only nodded, not convinced enough but didn’t press on. “Did you drive here?”

“Yeah, I did.” He nodded, and that was the end of your conversation as the two of you bid goodbye before climbing into your cars and driving separate directions towards your homes. As you had told him, the moment you stepped into your apartment, you didn’t directly fall into the soft covers of your bed, knowing well enough that the second your head touches your fluffed up pillow, you’d be out like a light.

So, you placed your work laptop onto your coffee table, arranging your pillows in a way that allowed you to sit on your wooden floor without flattening your butt. You brewed up a shot of espresso, ordering something to snack on as you turned on your personal laptop for an ambience. Once you felt that you could comfortably continue the project, you put on your headphones and got to work, eyes flickering between the laptop and the sheet of paper that Hyunhee had revised, making sure that all details she demanded of were there.

It was 4:52 AM when you finally finished everything, double checking and adjusting all elements before saving and resting your head on your arms that were folded on the coffee table. Despite downing two cups of iced coffee, the caffeine could not completely erase your exhaustion and soon enough, you awoke to your alarm, indicating that it was already eight in the morning, and you needed to be in the office before nine-thirty.

As you pushed yourself up, your head immediately spun, your vision blurring and for a couple seconds, an aching feeling pierced through your skull, forcing you to have to sit for a minute to let it pass. Damn it, today was going to be difficult to get through with your obvious sleep deprivation. Not even taking an ibuprofen could aid the headache that was going to worsen the longer you stayed awake, but you couldn’t call in sick, especially an hour before the day starts. Hyunhee has always nagged about last-minute excuses, asking (demanding) all of you to inform her 24 hours before, and anything after would not be allowed.

Pushing yourself, you quickly showered, deciding to grab breakfast on the way and within twenty minutes, you were out of your apartment and on the way to the office. Upon arrival, you practically sprinted to your office, eyes locking with your co-workers as they stare at you and shake their heads, indicating that Hyunhee hasn’t arrived yet. With a sigh of relief, you tip-toe into your supervisor’s office, placing the printed results and found your cubicle, practically falling onto your chair.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” You glance over at Yeeun, finding her staring at you with a look of concern. “You look really pale, Y/N, how much sleep did you get last night?”

“Barely any,” you answered with a pout, grabbing your phone to see your face. Although, you couldn’t really tell the difference. You did feel terrible, but safe to say, work isn’t that fun for you to put on so much effort for a job that doesn’t pay you enough. “I finished the Youngbok project just this morning.”

“Seriously? You’re still working on that?”

Before you could answer, Hyunhee bid everyone a good morning as she entered the department, her heels clicking against the ceramic floor as she walks into her office. You could only share a knowing look with your co-worker as you sunk into your chair.

It was good twenty minutes of peace in the Graphic Designs department, the clicking of keyboard and mice, and soft murmuring of the employees filling the air before a shrill yell emerged from Hyunhee’s office, a shiver running up your spine as you realized in your sleep deprived state that she had called you.

Yeeun shared the same look of genuine fear with you, as everyone stared at you with wide-eyes. You stood from your chair, the steps you took to Hyunhee’s office felt heavy, as if the soles of your shoes were filled with lead. Dread began to fill your body to the tips of your hair as you gently knock on your superior’s door, her eyes glaring at you before staring at the sheets of printed out designs you had laid out. You entered her office after excusing yourself in a tone nothing higher than a whisper, and she glances between the door and you, signaling you to close the door.

This isn’t going to end well, you couldn’t help but think as you push the door, the clicking of the lock practically echoing throughout the department, everyone outside of where you were, were sat at the edge of their seat, fearing for what was about to happen.

There was a deafening silence as you stood in front of her desk, watching as she flips through your designs, and you felt yourself disassociating for a second, in a daze as your eyes gloss over while staring at her crossing out everything with her wretched red marker.

A slam of the compiled prints against the ceramic floor broke your daze, and you found your designs by your feet, on the floor.

If you were pale from sleep deprivation then, you were now pale from pure fear.

“What the hell is that?”

“I-it’s the revised designs you asked of me,” you stutter, internally beating yourself up for sounding so scared.

“Are you sure? Because I asked for designs, not pure rubbish, Y/N,” she insults, her words laced purely with venom as she stares you down. Not knowing what to say, you stayed quiet and she took that opportunity to berate you even more. “I don’t understand what Mr. Kim had saw in you, but it sure as well wasn’t anything good, because how is that you have worked in this department for so long, and yet, are incapable of providing compelling designs, hm?”

“I’m sorry, Hyunhee, I will work on it and fix everything I did wrong,” you quickly apologized, kneeling down to pick up the papers.

She leans forward, resting her chin atop her hands, as she glares at you. “I want them today, before you leave the office—even if that means you have to spend the night here, I don’t care.”

“I-I understand,” you muttered, ducking your head.

“Leave.” She didn’t have to tell you twice before you dipped out of her office, tossing the paper onto your desk and slumped into your seat. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry and scream, but you didn’t want to give Hyunhee the satisfaction that she actually broke you apart. All eyes were on you, however, everyone knew better than to bother or ask someone after they had faced the devil incarnate. Yeeun found it difficult to turn a blind eye on your obvious disoriented state, from both sleep deprivation and having faced Hyunhee so early in the morning, but she knew you’d snap if she even poked you.

You wanted to leave, walk out of the office because you believed you didn’t deserve to be treated like that unwarranted, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring your feet to stand up and walk out that door knowing well enough that you can never come back in. You would have lost your job—all the work that you put into this job for the past year would be thrown out the window because a woman that has barely sat in that office feels that she has power over you, and your future. In a way, she did. Her words will always go against yours, and hers—backed by the connections that got her this job with minimal experience in graphic design—would always prevail.

So, all you could was listen and work on the revisions she had given. No word had left your lips since you had left Hyunhee’s office, and no one bothered you as you put on earphones and focused on the project opened. Your break times consisted of staying seated in your chair, opening YouTube to watch some video that you couldn’t pay attention to, watching it for five minutes before closing and continuing the project.

Before you knew it, shades of orange had begun to bleed through the blinds of the office, people were packing up and sparing pitiful glances as they bid each other goodbye, their wary gaze not unnoticed by you. Nonetheless, you paid them no mind, completely set on finishing everything before the day ends. You were lucky enough to gain at least thirty minutes of sleep because Hyunhee had left the office early, allowing for you to close your eyes with no fear of being woken up by the she-demon.

You were tempted on sleeping, anyway, knowing well enough you’d wake up with an ache in your neck and an unfinished assignment. Your eyes were closing slowly, your screen blurring as you felt sleep take over you, only to jump, a scream exiting your lips when you felt a hand grasp your shoulder.

“Oh my—I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Seungcheol profusely apologized when he noticed the tears brimming at your eyes from the genuine scare. “I called you earlier, but I didn’t see you wearing earphones.”

Too tired, too angry, you couldn’t muster up a comment, only shrugging off his hand as you turned your head to your computer, the jolt from Seungcheol giving you a bit of energy to work off of.

“Hey, I heard, by the way, from everyone that Hyunhee gave you an earful,” he stated, sitting besides you.

You couldn’t help but scoff, “An earful? That’s an understatement.”

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

Aggravated, you removed both earbuds from your ears, spinning with a sharp turn on your chair to face Seungcheol, your brows furrowed and fury running through your veins. All you ask is to not be disturbed until you get this stupid, cursed project done, was that so much? “Do I look okay, Seungcheol?”

Noticing your hostile behaviour, his expression mirrored yours, with a touch of worry found in the glint of his eyes. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay, Y/N. I don’t mean to be rude, if that’s how I come off right now.”

“Well, you do, alright?” You lifted your earphones, waving it in front of him. “If I have these on, it’s a universal sign that I don’t want to talk to anyone—you noticed them, why are you bothering me right now?”

Taken aback by your words, he was stunned—his mouth opened then closed, unsure on how to react to your sudden behaviour. He has never seen you this angry, not even when ranting about Hyunhee. You watched as his jaw clenched, momentarily looking away as if that would allow him to cool down, before he clapped his hands on his knees and stood from his chair.

“You’re obviously exhausted, Y/N, Yeeun told me you barely slept that might be why you’re being the way you are right now,” Seungcheol pointed out, “I’ll leave you alone, alright? I’m so sorry that I actually give a shit about you, and wanted to make sure you were okay.” Before you could take back all you had said, Seungcheol was out the door, leaving you in your office alone, the darkness encompassing you, seeping deep within to your bones.

The one person that genuinely was there for you, only ever cared for you, and put him on the receiving end of your shitty day. Way to go, Y/N.

Rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palm, whatever energy you had to work on the project was thrown out the window, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to continue clicking the mouse or tapping the keyboard, not with the guilt from how you spoke to Seungcheol still plaguing your thoughts. You weren’t going to get anything done at this point.

Packing your things, you quickly rushed out to your car, praying that he didn’t completely hate you as you drove to his apartment. You weren’t sure what you were going to do once you got there, but what you were sure was that you’ll grovel, and hope he forgives you for being such an ass, unwarranted. Upon arrival, you practically jumped out of your car, rushing up the evacuation steps to his floor, and reached up to knock, but paused.

What if he doesn’t forgive you? It’s not like your friendship with him was more than as acquaintances. He didn’t have anything to lose with losing you, but you felt you had everything to lose with losing him. He was the first person you got to know in this stupid company—as he mentored you during your internship in the company. Then, after you graduated college, you reached out again, and applied for the Graphic Design division. Seungcheol guided you ever since, and admittedly, you’ve grown fond of him—you admired him as a role model, and more.

He’s not obligated to forgive you, but you already came this far, might as well give it a try?

Taking a deep breath, you gently knocked on his door a few times, hearing rustling on the other side before the door swung open, revealing Seungcheol already out of his work clothes, and in a plain white tee and grey sweatpants. “I thought I said just leave it by the— Y/N?”

“Sorry, I forgot your delivery at the restaurant,” you improved, causing Seungcheol’s thick brows to furrow before he chuckled, your joke successfully amusing him.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s definitely not to deliver your food, that’s for sure,” you awkwardly smiled, feeling your heart race from seeing him in such a laid-back outfit. You had never seen Seungcheol wear anything other than the button-ups and slacks you were used to seeing at the work, so seeing him look so… cozy, was a sight you wish to never grow tired of.

The corner of Seungcheol’s lips tilted upwards, but he didn’t laugh. Leaning against the frame of his door, he crossed his (muscular) arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation as to why you suddenly appeared at his front door.

“Look, Seungcheol—”

“Delivery for Choi Seungcheol.” A new voice caused you to jump, both your heads turning to see the delivery boy appear from the turn, his eyes looking questioningly at both you and your acquaintance. “Choi Seungcheol?”

“That’s me, thanks,” Seungcheol uttered, reaching out and taking the plastic bags from the delivery boy, the latter leaving with a tilt of his hat towards you and disappearing past the corner.

“As I was—” You turn to face Seungcheol again, but he, too, disappeared. You peeked into his apartment to find him pulling out his order, arranging them on his coffee table before sitting on the floor. He glances up at you, wordlessly waving for you to come in, and unsure what else to do, you obliged, closing the door behind you and slipping your feet out your shoes.

“I didn’t expect company, but dig in if you want,” he uttered, handing you a pair of chopsticks. It was only then did you realize that you barely ate today, too occupied with the stupid project. “If it’s not enough, we can always order more.”

“Seungcheol, I’m trying to apologize to you,” you spoke up, head tilted down at your knees. “I’m really sorry for taking my anger out on you… You of all people didn’t deserve it…”

When Seungcheol didn’t respond, you looked up to find him slurping up jjajangmyeon, eyes trained on his TV. “Are you serious?”

He glanced over at you, stifling a laugh before wiping his mouth with tissue, “I thought you were going to go on a full rant, at least three paragraphs.”

You pouted, “Me coming here was on a whim, I didn’t really prepare anything.”

He found your defeated expression adorable, couldn’t help but chuckle as he pushes a bowl towards you, adding the noodles onto the empty space before tapping the rim, gesturing for you to eat. “You’re really pale, Y/N, did you eat anything today?”

“Probably cup noodles,” you mumbled, eyes glimmering at the sight of the thickly coated noodles. “I couldn’t really do anything other than work on that stupid project.”

“Hyunhee made you stay late again?” You nodded, your cheeks full of the noodles. “Look, Y/N, I know you love being a graphic designer, but do you really think it’s alright to work under someone like her? This seems like she’s abusing her power as team manager, and overworking you.” As he spoke, he reached out with a tissue in hand, wiping the corner of your lips. Why did he look so nonchalant about it, too?

“I don’t want to quit, though, I’ve been here longer than she has, why do I have to leave?” You complained once you swallowed the noodles. “I just… I hate it, you know? I’ve just been trying so damn hard, yet nothing ever works out… Especially since she came into the picture.”

There was a brief moment of silence.

“How about transferring divisions?” Seungcheol quipped, continuing, “I’m sure if you make a letter of intent to the department manager, you could be moved to a different division where Hyunhee doesn’t exist.”

“Is that possible?”

He nodded. “Did you think I was always in the Marketing division?”

“I honestly thought you’d be a finance guy.”

“I was.” Your widened eyes caused him to laugh. “Then I moved, it was a few months before you came in as an intern.”

“Really?” He nods, and you thought about it. “You think I’d be allowed to move divisions?”

“Yeah, why not? If you give a good reason to why you should be moved, then it’s possible.” You pondered over the suggestion, the two of you letting a few minutes of silence pass while eating before you spoke up again.

“But I don’t want to leave the department.”

“Then ask to be transferred to a different division.”

“What about your division?” Seungcheol stares at you with bewildered eyes, genuinely surprised at your suggestion. “I mean, it’s less work for you since I already have experience working with you, and I won’t need a mentor—I already know the head, so that’s also less work.”

“No, not mine, Y/N,”

“Why not?”

“It’s a violation of our code of conducts, Y/N, don’t you know?”

“What about me moving to your division violates the code of conducts?”

“Employees from the same division are not allowed to fraternize with one another,” he explains, “if you move to my division, we’ll be co-workers.”

“So? It’s not like we’re dating.”

“Not yet.”

“Sure—” You froze, the chopsticks you raised to your lips dropping back into the bowl. “—What?”

“What?” Seungcheol asked, nonchalant. His tone might’ve been nonchalant and unbothered, but you could see from his cheeks to the points of his ears were flushed a bright red under the warm lighting of his living room.

“You like me?”

He shrugged, “Why do you think I walk by your office every day?”

“I thought you only did that because the janitor was cleaning the floor.”

He inhaled a deep breath, releasing the heavy sigh before standing to grab water from the kitchen, ruffling your hair on the way. “You’re very oblivious, Y/N.”

“S-so, all this time?”

“Not all this time, Y/N, I just know that I see you more than just an acquaintance,” he explains, tossing you a bottle of water. “But that’s not important right now. Right now we need to get you out of Hyunhee’s team.”

How… How is he able to continue this conversation after admitting to having feelings for you? How is he so calm?

He wasn’t. If you looked closer, the only reason why he tossed you the bottle was because if he handed it to you, then you’d most likely notice his shaking hands. The only reason why he changed the topic was because the longer you talk about him and his feelings, the redder he’ll be and to be honest, he likes to come off calm and collected to you, despite being the complete opposite when it comes to being near you.

“You’ll help me with that?”

Seungcheol nods. “Of course I would—just think of me as a helping hand now, Y/N. I help you, and you can help me when the time comes.”

“And what would you need help with, Choi Seungcheol?”

“I have two tickets to movie Saturday night, I’ll need help to make sure the other ticket doesn’t go to waste, Y/N,” he proposed, causing your cheeks to ache from the smile on your face. “But right now, I need help finishing this food. Are you up for it?”

You chuckled, nodding, “I’ll gladly give you a helping hand.”

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[fayerien]

Unforseen Flames — Michael Kaiser

warnings: fae prince! kaiser x mortal princess! reader, sfw, enemies to lovers, fantasy/royalty au, not proofread!

"I hate you so much because you're always on my mind. Everytime I close my eyes, your face keeps flashing right before my eyes. It's disgusting. But...I feel some sort of weird feelings."

"Did you know how hard I'm trying to calm the flames burning in my heart everytime I see you? And the only way to stop my hatred towards you is for me to make you mine."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:.·:*¨༺¨*:·.

Skipping the dancing class is not an uncommon thing for you to do. You always feel like it's really a troublesome. As usual you wandered around in the forest, hunting for some birds or maybe rabbits. It's hard to tame a rebellious princess especially in her teen age.

Another steps, you might lose your life in less than a minute. You stared at the dagger that stuck in the tree that is right beside you.

"You're passing my territory, ugly mortal."

The voice echoed in the forest but there's no one around you.

"Up here, mortal." Your eyes followed the voice until you can see a man sitting on a tree branch, looking at you with those blue eyes seems like he's trying to pierce your soul.

You studied his features, noticed he got the fair skin, blue eyes like a deep ocean, high bridge nose and ... a pair of pointy ears.

"Wow, didn't know that you own this place. Who are you?" You asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"You don't know me? How ignorant of you." He finally came down from the tree and landed on the ground. He grabbed the dagger that stucked in the tree and pointed it near your throat.

"Let me tell you one thing. I am a fae prince, Michael Kaiser. You have no rights to question me at all." His voice turned into a low whisper and you can clearly feel his breath tickling on your skin.

"Such an interesting introduction to someone you just met." You said mockingly while pushing the dagger away from your throat with your finger. "Well, you seems like you despise mortals very much. But, you can't lay a hand on me. Or else.. we might start a war."

You saw that Kaiser gritted his teeth in annoyance and decided to stop arguing with him. "Anyway, pleasure to meet you, Prince Kaiser. I'm y/n l/n. I wonder if you ever heard that name." You turned to look at him one last time flashing a not really genuine smile before leaving him flooded with his own thoughts.

Kaiser just standing there while holding his dagger in a tight grip, losing in his own thoughts. "That name sounds familiar. But why should I even bother thinking about an ugly human?" He left the forest, stomping around like a kid in his tantrum phase. Perhaps he forgot that he got wings.

• • • • • • •• • • • • • •• • • • • • •• • • • • • •• • •

He knows. He knows who you are from the start. And you got the feeling that he hates you. Very much. You woke up this morning and saw a letter with a blue rose on your dressing table.

Crap, this is not good.

You picked the letter, your eyes scanning every words on it.

"Meet me at yesterday's spot. Don't bring anyone else with you. If you fail to follow this, your life will be at stake."

The emperor

This is definitely him. Yes, Kaiser means emperor. You woke up very early this morning and he had the audacity to ruin it?!

You can just ignore the letter but a part of you wanted to mess with him more. You waited there, at the same place looking around if you could catch a glimpse of his existence. But you felt nothing around you, did he manage to conceal his presence?

"Why don't you just come out—" Not bothering to finish your sentence, you realized that now you're clashing steels with him.

"So you really want to fight me? or kill me to be precise?" You stared at him intently, still gripping on the sword tightly.

"Are you really that dumb? Why did you come here if you really know my intention?" You don't know why, but there's actually a slight irritation in his tone.

You pulled your swords away, keeping it on your side. "I found you interesting. I don't know why you hated me so much. And I'm trying to mess with you more." You smiled, trying to get him even more pissed.

"Don't you dare give me that smile. My eyes are burning."

"Oh, why? Are there no faeries as beautiful as a mortal like me?"

"Stop that."

"Or what? You're going to let a mortal blood spill on your hands? Don't you.. feel disgusted?" Oh you're pouring the oil to the flames again.

"No— I'll let you go this time. Just.. don't get in my way again." You're about to make things worse but he quickly flew away, leaving you dumbfounded. You noticed that there's actually a slight change in his tone. Was it anger, or..maybe nervous?

• • • • • •• • • • • • •• • • • • • •• • • • • • •• •• •

Weeks passed. You didn't meet that creepy fae prince anymore. But, you feel different. His existence in your life make it more interesting.

"Maybe I should meet him, again." You thought.

You waited at the same spot, thinking he might appear again to start another fight and banter with you. "yes, he's not here. Why would I think he might be here again— oh."

"Hey,...y/n" He said your name. He fcking said it.

"Oh, hey. Ah, sorry for intruding your territory—" You're about to run away from him but that damn faerie is faster than you. He quickly blocked your way.

"Wait, I want you to stay here. For a while." There's a hint of pleading behind that voice.

"You're acting weird today, fae prince."

"You ...are still alive after these few weeks."

"Well, of course I am. Unless, if you come to assassinate me."

"Yeah....great." Why is he so awkward today? "I don't want you to be killed by other people than me." Trying to be nonchalant it seems.

"So I should be ready to die now? But I need to know the reason why you hate me so much."

He froze, and this wasn't the reaction you were expecting.

"No reason. I just despise every human—"

"You're lying." You said firmly.

"Yes, I am. I hate you so much because I feel a strong attraction towards you. You're haunting me and my mind. It's disgusting. My heart is burning everytime I see you. But it aches so much, when I stay here waiting for you to come, but no one's here."

"You were waiting for me?"

"Yes, because I want to have another fight with you. Another banter with you."

You mind was still a bit mess trying to process every word he said.

"So, to stop my hatred towards you. I want to make you mine."

"What?! Oh. So you're actually madly in love with me but you're still in denial." You said playfully, trying to tease the prince even though you're still unsure.

"Shut up. I really want to kill you right now. With my kiss." He was trying so hard to hide the smile behind those words.

"Wow. So cruel."

"Only towards you, my mortal princess."

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#michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #kaiser x you #bllk kaiser #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #bllk fic

[elizabethlailolsenfan]

YES YES YES WRITE FOR BECK TOO

First ever Guinevere Beck x reader

LETS GO!

NEEDLES

Contains: fluff, Trypanophobia (fear of needles), just cute Guinevere Beck, and maybe cocky reader

Summary: You and Beck are in the doctors office getting shots but Beck is scared of’em

There’s Beck, in your arms, uncontrollably sobbing. The nurse had just left the room to grab the needles, just routine vaccinations, but Beck was still horrified.

“Y/n do I have to do this..? I hate the needles. Oh god I feel like I’m about to faint.”

“Oh my god, old are you again?” You asked, still holding Beck but she’s holding on to you for dear life.

Beck pauses sobbing, her face streaked in tears.

“I’m 28. And don’t judge me Y/n, you know full well that I have a phobia of needles. So don’t even start.”

“Beck is a small needle not the ones that’s tall like a pencil…” you tried to assure her.

Beck sighs in frustration and begins pulling on her hair.

“It doesn’t matter how small the needle Lily. I’m not afraid of how *tall* the needle is. I’m afraid of the pain the needle will cause when my skin is being pierced!”

“Beck, Your ears are pierced…”

Beck looks at you annoyed.

“Oh please don’t tell me to be the person who is going to have to remind you of how I got my ear pierced. Do you honestly think the needle and the skin piercing was the painful part? I mean there is actually a part of the ear piercing procedure where they make a “crunch sound”. A CRUNCH sound. But go ahead, remind me how my phobia isn’t real.”

“Would you like me to go first since your clearly not ready Beck?”

Beck sighs and looks sadly at you, eyes full of tears.

“Yes, please y/n. I’ll even pay you 20 dollars to go first.”

You smiled at her, you grew out of being afraid of needles but not everyone can stop being afraid of them.

“How about this: after I go… when you go… I’ll buy you food on the way home… maybe ice cream..”

Beck’s green eyes lights up looking at you.

“Food? Say no more, you have a deal.”

you chuckles and you hear the nurse walk in.

“Okay, who’s going first?” The nurse asked you two as she holds out the needles, and Beck begins shaking

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this…” She whispers to herself.

You look at Beck and back at the nurse and. Said, “I’ll go first.”

The nurse nods and quickly preps the needle for you, you notice Beck is looking away with her hands covering her eyes

“Beck look at me…” You said softly.

Beck uncovers her eyes and looks at you.

“Just keep looking at me and not the needle…” you told her making Beck look at you.

Beck nods her head and keeps her eyes locked on yours, her breathing quick and shallow, her lip trembling.

“All done!” The nurse said with a small smile.

“Perfect, okay Beck… your turn..” you said softly as the nurse walked to Beck.

Beck looks down at the needle in horror and tears begin to fall.

“I can’t… I don’t want to…”

“It’s okay… keep your eyes on me, not the needle okay… do what you just did when I got my shot.”

Beck nods and focuses her eyes on you instead of the needle. She starts breathing deeply and slowly. And…

Poke.

Beck lets out a squeak of surprise and looks down, realizing that she didn’t feel anything

“It’s over?” Beck asked, you smiled.

“It’s over!” You said to Beck with a proud smile.

Beck exhales a deep breath of relief and smiles at you before quickly getting up.

“See that didn’t hurt at all huh?” *You asked with a smirk and your arms crossed.

Beck shakes her head and laughs.

“I can’t believe that went so easy… it was nothing at all! I guess I didn’t have anything to be afraid of.”

You and Beck left the doctors office, and you made a small smirk.

“Now… how about some ice cream… since you did so good?” You asked with a stayed smirk.

Beck’s face lights up and she takes your hand.

“Ice cream? You promise?”

“Yes, let’s go!”

Beck smiles and laughs, squeezing your hand.

“This day actually turned out to be the best one ever!! Oh! I almost forgot, here’s 20 dollars for you, for going first.”

You raised and eyebrow and made a grin. “Thank you.”

You snatch the 20 out of her hand.

Beck laughs and playfully snatches back the Money.

“Oh no, you’re not getting it *that* easy. You said the food was included in the deal, right?”

“I’m paying hand it over Guinevere Beck.”

“Oh that’s how it’s going to be huh?”

Beck says with a teasing smile on her face, the two begin a gentle tug of war over the money, Beck smiling at you like you two were two children in a park

“Give it!!”

“You said you’d give me it.”

Beck laughs and snatches the 20 dollars back.

“And I will, but I’m going to tease you. And you’re going to let me, and you’re going to like it.”

“You’re such a child… but I love you…”

*Beck smiles and laughs,

“Damn right you love me. And I love you too. Now come on! You promised ice cream, and I don’t want to miss out.”

You were shocked that you were left out without one main thing: a kiss

“Hey! Where’s my kiss?” You yelled out, Beck rolls her eyes.

“The things I do for you…” Beck leans in and kisses your cheek then a peck on the lips.

“Satisfied?” Beck asked with a grin on her face.

“Much better… even… with the 20 dollars..”

you smirk and run away having Beck realize that You stole it out of her pocket.

Beck lets out a yell of fake frustration, sprinting after you and catching you by your jacket and pulling you into an affectionate hug.

“GIVE IT BACK Y/N Y/L/N!!” Beck yelled out with a cackle.

You quickly put it in your pocket. “Never!” You tease.

Beck leans back and lets out a huge pretend gasp.

“Oh my god, you are the worst!! Give it back, you know I need this so I can buy us ice cream.”

“What part of ‘I’m paying’ do you not get?” You asked the blonde with a smirk.

Beck thinks for a moment then lets out another huge gasp before laughing and grabbing you and pulling you close.

“You are such a thief. I love you. You know you’re my favorite person ever, right?”

You giggle. “I know…. That’s why you looove me..”

Beck leans in and kisses you on the lips, holding it for a moment or two before smiling and releasing you

Beck: “Oh yeah, I definitely love you. And you’re my favorite person in the world, in fact…”

Beck cups your cheek and kisses you again, you kiss back.

“Now… let’s go eat some Ice cream…” Beck whispered before the two of you strolled off.

#guinevere beck x reader #elizabeth lail x reader #elizabethlail #elizabeth lail #guineverebeck #younetflix #you on netflix #beckguinevere #deserves better #precious bby #shes baby

[goosetheluce]

silver stars (Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

requested by anon: Gwen Stacy x fem!reader where the reader is just obsessed with Gwen’s eyebrow piercing??

info: established relationship, fluff, physical affection

a/n: we all just need a little more Gwen fluff in our lives, don't you think

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"I think if you stare just a little longer, I might actually notice."

"Huh? Oh!"

Gwen's sarcasm cut through your zoned out stare. She tapped her fingertips along with the beat of the song you shared in your ears.

A smirk settled on her lips when she realized you were staring. Heat flushed into your cheeks at being caught.

"What am I supposed to do? Not stare at you?" you retorted eventually, letting your arm fall over her shoulders as you sat on her bed. She shrugged you off playfully and turned to face you.

"That's what's considered socially acceptable, yeah," she teased. You rolled your eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure that we're in a social situation right now," you huffed. You directed your attention elsewhere, opting to bask in the comfort of your girlfriend's room. Band posters littered the walls, and the hardwood floor was swept clean of dust and debris. Even though you couldn't see it, you knew her suit was hidden somewhere safe.

"Hey, I mean, if you like it so much...you can pick another piece out for me to wear," she offered. She brushed the longer side of her hair behind her ear instinctively. She'd never allowed someone to pick something out for her. Gwen always went her own way; at least, until you.

"Wait, for real? Show me."

She leaped up gracefully from her bed and glided towards her dresser. She pulled out the top drawer and gently lifted a box full of accessories. You watched with curious eyes as she popped the locks open and revealed a two layer stack of jewelry.

"Wow," you remarked, thoroughly impressed. You wondered how much money she'd spent on all of it.

You scanned the collection, full of silvers and chocolate golds. Gwen's finger pointed to a particular chunk of the layout. It was seemingly dedicated to eyebrow piercing attachments.

"Take your pick," she chirped before sitting down at her desk, flipping the switch to a light-up mirror. You watched as she ran her hand along her shaved half, then tousled the rest of her locks. You let out a small hum of adoration when she slicked it all back with her digits.

You paid attention to the decision at hand. You loved how silver looked on Gwen's cool-toned skin; it matched perfectly with her sky blue eyes. You flipped through the rows of attachments until a pair caught your eye. They were polished silver stars that glinted in the sunlight pouring through Gwen's window. You carefully extracted them and latched the box's locks closed.

You walked over to Gwen and she beckoned for you to sit in her lap. Your heart raced as you lowered yourself onto her strong thighs, holding out the attachments in your hand.

"I, uh, thought these fit you pretty well," you explained as she brought your hand closer to inspect the stars. She looked up with her adorable gapped smile and nodded.

"I forgot I had these, honestly. They're damn cute, though."

She laid back in the chair and held your hips with her hands. Your pulse pounded as you carefully removed the metal balls intricately twisted onto her piercing. You slid the stars onto the curved barbell, pressing them firmly in place. They perfectly complimented her fun and confident personality.

"Et voila," you beamed dramatically as Gwen swiveled in her seat to check herself out in the mirror. She leaned over your body and titled her head to side, favoring her right eyebrow.

"Huh," she remarked. "This is great! I can't believe I haven't worn these before."

"You look fantastic," you agreed, staring at yourself sitting on her lap in the mirror. She squeezed you in her warm arms gently as she met your eyes in the mirror. She turned to see you right in front of her and craned her neck to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Thanks, (Y/N)."

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#lucy's inbox #lucy's anons #lucy writes #gwen stacy x fem!reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider x fem!reader #ghost spider x reader #ghost spider #spider gwen #spider gwen x reader #spider gwen x fem!reader #spiderwoman #spiderwoman x reader #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #atsv #itsv #atsv x reader #itsv x reader

[fanficsformyfaves]

Hallway Crush

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mutual Pining

PREFACE: Reader has always had a crush on Kirby, but what she didn't know was that the feelings were mutual

A/N: I'm appalled by the lack of stories for my wife

As if today didn't start off shitty enough with me being late, I completely forgot my laptop on the kitchen island.

"Are you fucking serious?", I whisper to myself,

Before zipping up my backpack and slightly slamming my car door closed. I start walking towards the building, when I get ambushed by Robbie and Charlie. I let out a surprised gasp and clutch at my chest.

"What's your favorite scary movie?", Charlie questions,

Pathetically attempting the Ghostface voice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?", I scold,

Shoving past the two and making my to the front doors.

"You look good, (Y/N)!", I hear Charlie call out to me,

To which a return the favor with a middle finger.

"Oof, harsh", Robbie mocks,

Watching me walk away.

"Completely uninterested in your existence"

"No, man, she wants me", Charlie replied,

Unashamed of his delusion.

I finally make it inside and head straight for my locker. I take out the books I needed for my first class and shut it close.

"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar voice call out to me,

I turn and felt my heart drop to my stomach. I had a crush on Kirby Reed since I first moved here. From her blonde locks to her piercing eyes and rosy lips, it was next to impossible for me to think straight with her around.

I eventually snap out of my haze and look around to make sure she was actually speaking to me. I point to myself and she chuckles.

"Unless there's another (Y/N) I'm unaware of, then yes, I'm talking to you", she reassures,

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walk towards her.

"Hi"

"Hi", she greeted sweetly,

I smile nervously, pulling up the strap of my bag that was slipping off.

"What are you up to tonight?", she asks,

"Um, just studying. The calc quiz is coming up and I wanna make sure I ace it"

"Oh, pretty and smart. Good combo", she compliments,

Looking me up and down. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her comment.

"Thanks"

"Jill and I are having a party tonight and I was just wondering if you'd like to come"

I hesitate for a moment.

"Well-"

"But, if you're busy, I totally get it-"

"No!"

My suddeness catching her off-guard.

"I mean, I don't...have to study"

She raises her eyebrows at me.

"It's more of a refresher thing, but, I could always just skip it"

"Ooh, I like bad girls", she teases,

Was she trying to make me explode? Cause god-damn, she didn't need to try very hard.

"Sooo, I'll see you tonight? Eight thirty?"

"Yes", I replied,

Holding back a squeal that was fighting to escape me.

"Great. See you there", she bids farewell,

Walking off.

Did that actually just happen? Or did the crush I had on her for months finally start getting to me? Either way, I was definitely going to that party to find out.

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The second school was over, I rushed home and immediately started getting ready. I showered, did my hair, make up and picked out an outfit that would definitely get her attention. I settled on a maroon bell sleeve top that perfectly showcased what it needed to, low waist jeans and converse.

Once I did a purse check, I head out and got in my car. I knew I got the right address, when I saw all the people hanging out on the front lawn. That and the loud music I could hear from the inside of my car.

Taking in one last deep breath, I parked and got out. With each step I took towards the house, my heart started beating faster and faster. The moment I opened the front door, I was instantly faced with a sea of people from school.

Being a freshman, I didn't know that many people yet, especially the seniors, who I was now surrounded by. I didn't particularly enjoy big crowds, so it came as no shock when I felt my anxiety kick it into high-gear. Maybe I should just go home-

"(Y/N)!"

Fuck, too late.

I carefully turn around and see Kirby nodding her head at me from the couch with Jill and Olivia.

"Come on", she says over the loud music,

I walk over to them and the three girls scoot over to make room for me.

"Glad you didn't skip out on me", she teased,

As I took a seat next to her.

"Of course not", I replied,

Shaking my head. She smiles and sips from her drink. All I could focus on were her lips and the way the wrapped around the cup. The same blush spreading across my face as before.

"You look really good", she says,

Dragging her eyes up and down my body, as I fought back a scream.

"You know, we've passed each other in the halls a bunch of times, but we've never actually spoken before...why?", she questioned,

It's not like I could've just admitted about being madly in love with her.

"I'm just naturally shy", I opt for the less embarrassing response,

"Well...you have no reason to be", she replied,

Raking her eyes up and down my frame once more, as I held back another scream that almost found its way out of me.

We spent the next hour just talking and stumbled upon our shared love for horror movies.

"Okay okay"

"Hm?"

"What the fuck is up that Chucky doll?", I ask,

Making Kirby almost spit her drink back out from laughing.

"Sorry!", I exclaimed,

Taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her mouth.

"It's okay, you're just really funny"

She looks back at me and it was only then did I realize just how close we had gotten. Inches barely keeping us apart.

"Boo! Get a room!", Olivia teased,

Causing us both to look over at them, whilst Jill burst out into laughter. Kirby shakes her head and turns her attention back to me.

"Ignore them"

I smile and discard of the used napkin.

"Well, I definitely need a refill, wanna come?", she questioned,

"Sure"

We navigate our way through the drunken crowd and found ourselves at the kitchen island.

"Want some?"

"Oh, I can't. I'm driving myself home"

That's when she pulls out a carton of fruit juice. I give her a confused look.

"You didn't think I'd be wasted, did you? Someone's gotta keep everyone in check. My parents would kill if me if anything happened to the house", she explained,

Pouring herself a new glass.

"Come on, indulge me", she jokingly challenged,

I grab one for myself and she did the same. I was now hyper-focused on her hands and the way they moved. It made my stomach flutter. I couldn't help, but chew nervously thinking about all the ways they could touch me, ruin me-

"(Y/N)?"

Her words ripping me out of my explicit thoughts.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"You totally spaced just now. What were you thinking about?", she sets her cup down,

Leaning closer towards me.

"Nothing", I say,

She tilts her head, unconvinced. My heart was beating so loud, that it was all I could hear.

"Are you sure?", she pressed on,

Taking my hand in hers.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. From the way she was looking at me to her thumbs rubbing up and down the back of my hand, it all became too much too fast.

Not wanting to prolong the torture any longer, I lean in and finally press my lips against hers, just waiting to see if she would kiss me back. Any doubts that I had left disappeared the moment I felt her free hand grab my waist to pull me in closer. Our lips moving in perfect sync.

It was even better than I could've possibly imagined. It felt like everyone else around us disappeared and we were in our own little world.

Eventually, she pulls away, biting back a smile.

"Finally", she whispered,

Making me chuckle to myself.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", she admits,

Tucking a lose strand behind my ear. If she only knew. She takes a moment to scan the room, before looking back at me.

"Hopefully, I'm not being too forward, but...would you wanna go somewhere more private?"

I nod and she takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs and towards her room.

The moment we step foot inside, she pins me to the door, using my body to shut it closed. We pick up right where we left off, only this time, our hands roam each other's bodies. I help her out of her jacket and she tugs at the bottom of my blouse, almost as if to ask for permission to take it off.

"Wait", I exhaled out of breath,

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."

She gives me a worried expression.

"I've never...like..."

That's when it hit her.

"You're a virgin", she relaxes,

I nod shyly.

"We don't have to do anything, if you're not ready", she reassured,

"No, I am!", I say,

"I just have no idea what I'm doing", I confessed,

She cups my face.

"Do you want me to show you?"

I felt myself melting at how soft she was being with me.

"Yes...please", I pleaded,

"Okay", she smiles,

Continuing to kiss me. Her pace was now tender and slow, not that I was complaining.

I pull my shirt off over my head, leaving my top half completely exposed for her to see.

"God, you really are perfect", she praised,

As I grinned in excitement.

I unbutton my pants and drag it down my legs, along with the underwear I was wearing. I'd never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment. My arms instinctively go to cover my body, but she stops them, before they had the chance.

"Don't do that", she says,

Gently moving my head to face her.

"You don't have to hide anything from me"

She kisses me and her hands leave my face, finding their way down the rest of my body. They settle on my bare chest, squeezing my mounds, as I quietly whine against her lips.

Kirby chuckling at how sensitive I was.

Eventually, her kisses trail down my cheeks, till they met the skin of my neck.

"So good for me", she mumbled,

Going lower and licking circles over my now hardened buds, as I sigh in satisfaction. She then made her way down my stomach, till she was on her knees, spreading my legs apart.

"Can I?", she questioned,

As her hungry eyes stared up at me in anticipation, to which I nod.

"I need to hear you say it", she whispers,

The things she did to me by simply just talking was more than enough to make me come undone right then and there.

"Yes", I answer,

Causing her to flash me another one of her signature smirks, before diving into me. Her lips wrapping around my pulsing bundle of nerves, as I gasp at the contact. She slides her fingers up and down my slit, spreading the mess she was making of me.

I could already feel my knees going weak.

"You taste so good", she praises.

Finally having had enough with the torturing, she gently slips her digits into me, pressing earnestly against where I needed her most . A surprised gasp fleeing out of me as a result.

Not wanting to risk hurting me, she started of slow and cautious. Treating me like like a fragile piece of glass that could be shattered even with the slightest touch.

"Y-You can go faster", I reassure,

Making her look up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much tenderness, that I couldn't help but fully surrender myself into her hands.

That was all she needed to hear.

She picks up the pace and began to go faster and faster, as my fingers intertwine themselves with her golden tresses. Each moan and whine only encouraging her to continue her ministrations.

It didn't take long for my knees to start buckling from how weak they were. Noticing how my legs were about to give out, Kirby pulls away, making me whine at the loss of her touch.

"Come here", she says,

Taking me to her vanity and sitting me down, before getting back to what she was doing. Eventually, my walls begin to tighten around her and she went harder and faster.

"K-Kirby"

"You're so close, baby. Do it for me", she whispers.

It was like a knot in the pit of my stomach just snapped apart, as a flood came rushing out of me and onto her welcoming tongue. I've had orgasms before, but...nothing like this. Maybe it was the fact it was someone else and not just myself or maybe she was just that good. Either way, I wasn't gonna complain.

I take a moment to catch my breath, while she swallows me down and wipes off the rest. Kirby then gets back on her feet and kisses me.

"You are the sweetest person ever...literally and metaphorically", she teases,

Making me giggle against her.

"Hey"

"Mm?"

"Feel free to say no, but...would you wanna try something else?"

"You mean like...return the favor?", I ask,

About to go down on my knees, when she stops me with chuckle.

"No, trust me...we have all the time in the world for that", she says,

"But for now, I was thinking..."

She takes my hand and led me to her closet. She slid the door to the side and dug through her clothes to find a box. Once she opened it up, a delicious chill ran up my spine from what I found, waiting inside.

"Is that-"

"Jill and Liv got it for me as a gag-gift for my birthday", she explained,

Taking the strap on out.

"But what they didn't know was that I would be putting it to good use"

I bite back a smile and look back up at her.

"Do you want this? Cause, if you aren't ready-"

"I am", I cut off,

"I trust you"

She grins and I eased any remaining doubts she might've had with a kiss.

"But...", I pull away,

"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking", I joked,

Making her laugh to herself.

I helped her out of the shirt, bra, jeans and thong she was wearing, before tossing the items of clothing into a pile in the corner.

She was breathtaking, almost...unreal. Every dip and curve on her body made my heart beat even faster than it had before.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're...beautiful, Kirby", I say nervously.

She smiles and takes my hand.

"That makes the two of us", she smiles,

Taking me to the bed and carefully laying me down.

"If at any point, you feel uncomfortable"

"I won't", I promised,

"But if you do, please let me know, okay? You're gonna feel pressure for the first few seconds"

"I know. I trust you"

"Okay", she says,

Leaning down to kiss me. As we did, she settles between my legs, before wrapping them around her waist and reaching down to grab the toy. Her free arm going under my back to scoop me up and pull me in closer.

She rubs up and down my slit and eventually pushes in slightly with her hips. The sensation making me tense up as a response.

"Don't do that", she whispers,

Soothing me with soft circles she would draw on the skin of my spine.

"It'll make it hurt", she warns,

"Deep slow breathes, baby"

I do as she says and finally relax in her grasp. She continues to push deeper into me and eventually found the sweet spot waiting for her. I let out a gasp and cling onto her for dear life.

"There she is", she praised.

She gives me a moment to adjust, burying her face in my neck and kissing the warmth of my skin, while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.

Once I was ready for more, I let her know.

"Y-You can move", I whine.

She nods against me and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth. It was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't painful, like I thought it would be. It was actually quite the opposite.

Finally getting used to the feeling, I urged her to go faster by bucking my hips up.

"So needy", she teased,

Picking up the pace and thrusting into me faster and harder.

With the long-forgotten party carrying on outside, the desperate moans and sounds that escaped me were all disguised by the chaos from beyond the door, as the smell of sex filled the room.

As it was only my first time, it came as no surprise to me when my orgasm began to build up quicker than I wanted, which Kirby obviously noticed by how much harder she had to ram into me with how tight my walls were wrapping around the strap.

She hurriedly reaches down and rubs fast circles on my clit, only making me cry out even louder.

"So fucking cute like this. Let me have it, baby. Cum"

Those words were the last thing I heard, before I was thrusted over the edge and consumed by the warm embrace of my climax. I let go, screaming her name over and over like it was the only thing I knew how to.

She gently pulls out, as the new-found emptiness left me wincing.

"Shhh", she comforted,

Laying back down and pulling me onto her bare chest. We laid there for a moment, catching our breaths and using the sound of each other's heart beats to ground ourselves.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that took over.

It was the kind where there was so much more being said without words, than if there were. From how her fingers lightly traced my spine to the kisses she would press against my cheeks and the way she held me like I'd slip right out of her hands said more than any superficial post-sex conversation ever could.

"Think you could spend the night?"

"My parents are out of town, so I don't see why not. Why?", I asked,

"Well, it's pretty late and um...I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be home alone", she replied,

Causing my eyes to widen, as I sit up to look at her.

"What did you say?"

"I don't want you to be home alone?", she tried to play off,

"No no no no no, you called me something"

"Oh...you mean my girlfriend?", she admits,

"Well, don't you wanna be?"

"Yes!", I squeal,

Diving down and crashing my lips onto hers, as she laughs at my excitement.

"About time, don't you think? I mean, I've spent years obsessing over you", she smiles,

Tucking my hair behind my ear.

Unbeknownst to Kirby, the feeling was always mutual.

#kirby reed #scream #kirby reed x reader #kirby reed oneshot #kirby reed fanfic #kirby reed fluff #kirby reed angst #kirby reed smut #hayden panettiere

[julianalvarez9]

unfocused / christian pulisic

part 1

word count: 1.3k

summary: tension grows impossibly heavy after your back and forth banter with christian. dinner's over now, so it's time to go to sleep. or is it?

warnings: smut (first time writing it so the warning should be for how badly written it must be ☠️)

the tension between christian and you had grown exponentially after your little banter with him. thankfully, it flew through everyone's head, so you didn't have anything to explain to anyone. of course, you two still shared some words to avoid it looking suspicious, but you felt the weight from your shoulders leave when the dinner was finally over, claiming that the future married couple had to had a good night's sleep. not that you would have objected, wanting this night -and the whole trip, to be honest- to end as soon as possible. you just wished that it was before your friendship with christian ended up being irreparably broken.

"oh, i forgot to mention" your mother started, while going up the stairs towards the bedrooms that were on the second floor. you cringed before she could continue, already knowing that the tone she was using. "the guest room is occupied, darling. you know, the groom cannot see his bride before the big day. you won't have any problems sleeping together in your childhood bedroom, right?".

it wouldn't have been awkward for you if you two were actually together. and if you hadn't assured him, before arriving, that your mother never allowed your sister's boyfriend to sleep with her even after all the years the two had spent together.

once inside your room, christian understood perfectly your reaction, and how you had considerably stilled since receiving the unwanted news. "ey ey ey, it's okay," he reassured, both palms caressing your arms, trying to soothe you, which proved to be futile attempts due to how nervous you were. "we don't have to share the bed. i can wait until everyone's asleep, find a hotel or something" he reassured, warm smile trying to comfort you. "i'll come back in the morning, say i went to buy pastries for breakfast or some shit. no one has to know" christian lifted his eyebrows, like looking for confirmation you had approved his plan, but you denied. "don't be silly, christian, they'll figure it out," you huffed, seating on the bed and hiding your face from his gaze.

he got on his knees and tapped yours, that were supporting your arms while you covered your face with your hands. he continued, whispering now to avoid being heard by your parents. "then i can sleep on the floor. just get me a pillow and i'm good," he insisted, which only made you frown and glare at him with a questioning look. "pulisic, you'd rather sleep on the floor than with me?".

even with the light turned off and the moonlight as your main source of illumination, you could still see how his cheeks turned bright pink at your accusations. "n-no," he stumbled on his words, trying to clarify what he meant faster than he physically could, "it's just that i don't want to make you uncomfortable, that's all". christian got up to make his way towards you, sitting beside you on the tiny bed that you were proposing to share. you counter attacked, reminiscing what he had said earlier tonight. "you didn't seem to care when you teased me like that downstairs", you said in his ear, close enough to hear how his breath hitched when you got impossibly closer to his neck. "and you're crossing the line. again" he gritted.

"did i?" you ask, suddenly self conscious about your behavior. you two didn't really know each other much apart from your group's gatherings, and realized soon enough that you didn't actually know if he had a partner or not. "do you have a girlfriend? a real one?". christian quickly denied, both with his head and words. "no, no".

"then what's the problem? what happened to 'i'll make everyone hear that we're dating'?".

he laughed quietly, rubbing his hands over his face to avoid your piercing stare. "i don't think that your parents would appreciate that," he commented and you could only hum in confirmation. "i'll be quiet then". he turned to look at you, taken by surprise by your flirtatious answer. "so eager. what has gotten into you tonight, love?".

you shrugged, partly because you didn't know how to reply to his question, partly because the scene you two had during dinner had made your brain turn off, and you couldn't think of anything else that wasn't having him. "you're talking too much, christian," you replied annoyed, before turning your body towards his so you could grab his face and kiss him to silence whatever quick response he had to your accusation.

everything escalated up quickly, and you soon found yourself under him, furiously making out and trying to get rid of the clothes that you had wore to the dinner a few hours before. he had a plain white shirt that you had wanted to take off of him all night, and you almost ruin the buttons while trying to do so as quickly as possible. you, on the other hand, had a simple little black dress that christian couldn't ever resist, even if he tried. that's what had caused this whole situation in the first place: how hard he got when he had you seated over him.

when christian finally slip himself inside of you, he paused to make sure that you were okay, starting his movements once again when you pleaded with your eyes. your warmth almost had him coming instantly, the sensations eliciting a deep groan to fall from his plump lips due to the sudden wave of pleasure that run through his body. he had to take a deep breath before pressing your back further into the bed, strong arms keeping you in place. "that's it, r-right there" you told christian, fighting through the desire that clouded your mind and made it difficult to form any coherent thoughts. he smiled cockily when he felt how you were tightening with each trust, hips snapping against yours, loud and hard. if you had been in the right mind, not lost in pleasure like you were, maybe you would be more careful with the obscene noises leaving your bedroom.

"i thought you'd said that you'll be quiet" christian whispered in your ear, licking and kissing the skin nearby, trying to stop himself from emitting any sounds more than a few grunts here and there. "maybe i need to put something in your mouth," he said as a breathy moan fell from his lips. his hand, previously pressing lightly onto your throat traveled to your mouth, and he slipped his large thumb into it, feeling your tongue swirl around him.

when his hips started to falter, he warned lowly, "i won't last much longer, love," forehead pressed against yours while his eyes stared deeply into yours. they were droopy due to the overwhelming sensations burning through your body, but christian still held onto your gaze. your hands, previously caressing his back roughly, for sure leaving marks, returned to hold onto both sides of his face, murmuring a small "please" before kissing him feverishly. although you didn't know what you were pleading for, he understood it perfectly, and soon his orgasm was triggering yours.

he dropped against your chest, exhausted just as you were, too deep into the haze and probably too jet lagged to even care. you two kept still, skin on skin after the intimate moments you had shared, its remnants still dripping down your thighs slowly. christian sighed contently when you slipped your hand into his hair, softly scraping it and making him fell asleep almost instantly.

after a few moments without a sound coming from either of you, you joked, slowly whispering "was it so bad?," chest vibrating as the waves of your giggles rumbled through his body. "yeah," he muttered, tone serious, which made you stiffen at the coldness of his answer. he continued, a few seconds after considering whether he should say it or not, afraid he had misunderstood the situation, giving it more meaning than it had to you. "now i won't be able to stop when we're back home," he concluded.

#football x y/n #football x reader #football imagine #football x you #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x y/n #football smut #christian pulisic smut

[rabarbarzcukrem]

Hi, this is my first time posting fanfiction. Please keep in mind that I am not a native English speaker and be kind enough to excuse any mistakes.

This short fic was inspired by these two lovely pieces of art by @helloanthy and @biruesque:

Ship: Utena Tenjou x Anthy Himemiya

Contains: one shot, post-canon, reunion, Anthy is a badass now, Utena doesn't remember Ohtori but experiences lesbian feelings nonetheless

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Utena was waiting outside the store that she worked at, with her backpack slung over one shoulder. The setting sun gilded the usually dull and grey concrete of the parking lot.

"It's getting colder, I guess autumn is coming soon..." she thought absent-mindedly, casually stretching her arms one after the other. When she had mentioned that she is looking for an apartment during a conversation with her colleague Kokomi the day before, she hadn't expected that an opportunity would present itself so soon. Her friend had instantly lit up and started rambling on about some girl that she knew, who was apparently looking for a roomate right now.

Utena glanced at her phone screen. Half past six.

The girl was supposed to pick her up after work - so about 15 minutes ago - so she could see the apartment. And although Utena had assured that it's unnecessary and she is perfectly capable of getting there on her own, Kokomi replied that the roomate-to-be presented the idea herself and would gladly give Utena a ride.

"She'd better hurry up, it's gonna start getting dark soon..." she sighed to herself.

Suddenly, a pink motorcycle pulled into the parking lot and stopped just a few meters in front of her. The person driving the vehicle took of their helmet.

"Tenjou Utena, right?" they said, giving her a warm smile. For a moment, Utena forgot how to speak. The girl standing before her had skin of deep brown, glistening emerald eyes and tumbling purple curls, tied into a high ponytail revealing her undercut. There was a Hindu red dot between her eyebrows, which Utena recalled was called 'bindi'. She wore a truly punk outfit - ripped jeans and a leather sleeveless vest with lots of pins, in her ears and on on her face glistened various silver piercings.

"This is the girl?!" thought Utena, shocked and quite intimidated."Just what kind of people does Kokomi hang out with?!"

"U-uh, yeah, that would be me... Kokomi said you're looking for a roomate...?" she managed to choke out awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck with a nervous smile.

The girl nodded, unbuckling a second helmet from the seat and handing it to her. Utena suddenly realized in what way they were supposed to get to the apartment.

"I-I've never ridden a motorcycle before...To be honest, I was expecting a car " Utena explained, a bit embarrassed.

"Don't worry." replied the girl kindly. "Just sit behind me and you'll be alright."

This openly and assuredly tender, affectionate way she was looking at her made Utena feel bashful.

She let out a small breath and put on the helmet. She expected a longer conversation, some questions at least... Maybe the girl wanted them to discuss the details on the spot? Then again, the quiet between them didn't feel uncomfortable, somehow.

As she was getting on the vehicle, Utena realized how close to the girl she would actually be sitting and suddenly felt her cheeks burn. She also smelled a nice, distinctive, floral smell which enveloped the mysterious stranger. Despite how shy and flustered she felt for some reason, there was something that drew Utena to her. And not just because the girl was plain gorgeous, but also due to a strange feeling of comfort and familiarity that the girl induced in her, as if they had known each other for a very long time.

"I could use something to hold onto" Utena thought, considering grabbing the seat, if only to do something with her hands.

As if she was reading her thoughts, the girl spoke calmly:

"It's okay, just put your arm around my waist."

"Ah."

Utena complied carefully, trying very hard not to be too weird about it and ignore the pounding of her agitated heart. And suddenly there was that strange deja vu sensation again - as if she had embraced her this was a hundred of times before. Utena felt like she was forgetting something. Had they maybe...met in the past..?

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name" said Utena, suddenly realizing that.

The girl was silent for a short moment.

"Anthy" she said, quietly. Was her voice a bit sad, or did Utena just imagine it? "My name is Himemiya Anthy".

And she started the engine.

~~~~~

By the time they got there, it had gotten dark. The apartment was situated on the third floor of a nice-looking building, in a bit isolated area of the city. As Utena followed Anthy up the stairs, listening to the clink of keys in the girl's hand, she couldn't do anything else but wonder how she might have known her. Something in the back of her mind told her Anthy was important to her - so why was her mind blank whenever she tried to remember?

"Make yourself at home," Anthy said, letting her inside. Removing her shoes, Utena looked around the apartment. Apart from the short hallway, there were two pairs of doors, probably leading to a bedroom and a bathroom, and a living room with a small, open kitchen. The main room was decorated very nicely, in a way Utena had to admit she couldn't arrange herself. It was full of pots of plants, cute pieces of furniture and all sorts of knick-knacks that made it feel more cramped than it actually was, but in a cozy way.

"Say hello to Chuchu" said Anthy, picking up something small from the table in the center of the room. She uncurled her fingers, revealing to Utena a tiny, 4-inches tall, purple monkey, with big ears and a curled tail, which appeared to be in the middle of attempting to smallow a chocolate bar whole.

"Um...Hi, Chuchu" said Utena, extending her index finger towards the creature so he could shake it. It was so adorably small and goofy Utena couldn't help but smile.

"He's very cute. Is he your friend?"

Anthy looked at Chuchu with fondness.

"The best of all that I have."

She kissed him on his little forehead and placed him gently on the countertop of one of the cupboards, then walked over to the counter in the kitchen.

"Tea?"

"Um, sure. Thanks."

Utena sat at the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a terrarium standing by the wall. It took her a moment to realize that several other living creatures were also moving freely around the apartment.

"Who is this?" Utena asked, a bit surprised, pointing to one of them.

"Oh, my hen, Miss Milly."

"And these?" Utena pointed to another ones.

"Just my kitties, Theodore and Wolfgang."

"And this?"

"My dearest mongoose, Sweet Biscuit Jr."

"I suppose all the ants probably have names as well, huh?"

Anthy smiled at her softly.

"Would my animals be a problem for you, Utena?"

"No, I just... didn't think you were that kind of girl" she said, before thinking.

Anthy turned towards her, intrigued.

"That kind?" she asked, more curious than offended.

"It's just, because of the way you dress, I thought you were one of these, hardcore ones, not the type to care about animals and stuff" said Utena nervously, wanting to explain her poor choice of words, but realized that she just made it worse. "B-But for some reason, it feels right, you know?" She added quickly. "It makes sense. If anything, I think it makes you...even cooler..."

"Ah, a pretty, totally badass girl brings you to her house and the first thing you do is embarrass yourself!" she scolded herself in her thoughts, but the only thing Anthy did was chuckle softly and say "Thanks", before geting back to preparing tea for them.

For a moment a calm, comfortable silence fell upon the room. For some reason, sitting at that table filled Utena with a warm, nostalgic feeling inside, almost as if... she had finally come home. What a silly thought. Utena was an orphan, she didn't have any family that she knew of, there was no home waiting for her. And yet...

"Himemiya" Utena said suddenly, which she noticed made Anthy flinch. "This may sound weird, but have we....met before?"

The girl turned around to face her, with the warm smile back on. Utena expected an answer, but Anthy kept quiet.

"I'm thinking we may have gone to school together or something" explained Utena hurriedly, thinking Anthy didn't understand. "Like, maybe we were in different classes...I suffered an injury in middle school, I admit I don't remember much of that time."

Anthy stared at her in silence for a moment, her expression unchanging. Utena guessed she may be lost in thought, trying to recall something. But when she finally spoke, it was just a question, in a perfectly calm, although a bit deeper voice:

"Are you a forgetful person, Utena?"

This startled her.

"Uh...."

She didn't have a clue what to say to that. But she had a gnawing feeling that it was important, somehow.

".....Anyway" said Anthy, suddenly cheerful again, as if the previous interaction hadn't taken place. "Would you like some cookies as well? I just baked them yesterday."

"Sure..."

Utena followed Anthy with her eyes for a bit, puzzled, as the girl pulled out the cookies from one of the cabinets.

"She's avoiding the subject" she thought. "I guess I shouldn't be pushy, if she doesn't want to talk about it..."

She sighed and looked through the window. The moon was shining unusually brightly, the night sky was unclouded and full of stars. She noticed that the apartment had a balcony, and on it, through the glass, she saw....

"Are those roses?" asked Utena, standing up suddenly, something pulling her towards the balcony doors. She opened them and stepped outside, feeling the refreshing, chilly air against her skin. The balcony was, indeed, packed with pots and pots of beautiful, pink roses, which barely left any room for a person to stand comfortably.

"So this is where the floral smell comes from..."

As she was standing there, in awe of the sight before her, she heard Anthy step outside too and close the door.

"Are all of them yours?" asked Utena, smiling wide, genuinely impressed. "They probably need a lot of care... You must really love roses, huh?"

Anthy returned the smile, but there was something pained in her voice when she responded with a short, quiet:

"...Yes."

Looking into the girl's eyes, under the starry sky, she couldn't shake off the feeling that there's something she should say, something she should do, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out what. Her throat tightened, some weird, intense feeling was building up inside of her, under her skin, she couldn't stand it-

"We should probably get back inside, it's getting cold" she turned around quickly, too quickly, and stumbled on one of the pots.

In a split second, Anthy lunged forward and caught her by the waist, her other hand gripping Utena's, bringing them close.

In that moment, a wave of memories washed over her, and she remembered everything. The academy. The crushing weight of the swords. The struggles they had faced together, the fights she had fought for her, the illusions, the cruel, cruel lies... All the suffering and the horror...And through all of that, Anthy's hand in hers, time and time again. The love.

"Someday, together..."

Overwhelmed, she felt her eyes fill up with tears. Upon seeing this, Anthy's face softened in understanding. She let out half a chuckle, half a sob.

"Utena" she said, her voice trembling with emotion, but so, so loving. "At last...we meet."

"You escaped. You got out of there."

"I wanted to find you."

Utena couldn't bring herself to say anything else, there was no need to. No words could ever describe what had happened between them, the feelings they had for each other. Instead, she intertwined their fingers together, and the act of it felt like putting together two halfes of a broken heart.

A loud, unpleasant whistling sound filled the air.

Anthy let out a small breath and smiled in amusement, lowering her gaze.

"The tea..."

There they were, sitting at a table again, with two cups, a plate of cookies, and ChuChu sleeping peacefully beside them. Anthy took both of Utena's hands in hers, and squeezed them gently. Right now, neither of them felt like drinking. No words were spoken that night. Just tears of pure joy spilled, and knowing, tender smiles exchanged. It wasn't a happy ending, it was hardly an ending at all. The next day, there were other hardships for them to face. But in that moment, none of that mattered, because these two girls found each other, and at last - were free. Finally, together, shining brighter than the stars in the sky.

#fanfiction #revolutionary girl utena #rgu #tenjou utena #anthy himemiya #utenanthy #shoujo kakumei utena #moje

[thatavatarchick]

Rating the new Monster High designs 'cause I honestly love them.

1. Clawdeen

I love that they gave her actual fur and a wolf nose!

All the moons incorporated into her look pull the whole thing together

HER FRECKLES ARE SO CUTE.

The whole "half-human" is new but I kinda like it

My only problem is that her lighter hair with the purple streaks is too much purple; i feel like her darker hair would have balanced it put more.

2. Draculaura

THEY GAVE HER A SUNHAT. CRUCIAL VAMPIRE ACCESSORY

Her hair seems a lot more vampiric; the split color with the pointed bangs? Nice

I like that they kinda made her a rebel. wants to be a witch when its forbidden? I get that

kinda wish she had more Victorian elements.

3. Frankie

NONBINARY ICON LETS GOOOOO

I love their neon vibe a lot more; it fits the idea of lightning, electicity, etc.

THEIR LIMBS SHOW BONES

The head shave = 😍

Literally I love them. They're perfect.

Edit: I forgot to point out that I also like her new blue skin. Everyone’s hating it, but skin technically turns blue when it’s cold and dead, not green. So I am liking the blue.

4. Deuce

I love the actual snake skin and teeth they gave him. The snakeskin jacket is also a nice touch

HE GOT TWO MOMMAS ALRIGHT (Medusa and Lyra)

Only wish they gave him piercings or something; as im typing this I just realized they missed the chance to give him snakebites #wastedopportunity

5. Cleo

A literal QUEEN

I am LOVING her darker skin, and the golden highlights? Go offfff

SHE JUST LOOKS MORE EGYPTIAN

THE EYELINERRRRR

All her little beetle friends are so cute :)

She is beauty. She is Grace. She is CLEO DE NILE, BITCHESSSS.

6. Lagoona

Everyone is hating on her new look but...I like it?

I'm loving the mermaid vibes. The pastels, the pearls, the starfish earrings...

The bigger webbed ears are so cute

She got new parents and new ethnicity but me dont care

dont really have any problems with her new look; I love the vibes she gives so im satisfied.

7. Heath

He's the only one I dont really like; its more firey than his old one but a little bland

Son of Hades is pretty sweet tho

I like the fact that he has outbursts and gets worked up over little things; honestly relatable

All in all, I like it a little, but I feel like they REALLY could've done better with his design.

8. Torelai

Again with the fur and nose! Love!!

I love the purple in her outfit, it goes so nicely with the red

The hairrrrrrrr 😍

THE EYEBROW SLIT

I NEED that claw mark choker its so cute

comes from an elite family but is a bad girl who wants to preserve monster society? UH YES

Shes giving me Sam manson vibes

I honestly like this new Torelai; I just know shes once again gonna be iconic

9. Headmistress Bloodgood

GIRLBOSS GIRLBOSS GIRLBOSS

I am seriously LOVING her new look

Her horseshoe belt and brooch are really clever. And the ax/scythe earrings? YES

SHE JUST LOOKS SO EPIC

All in all, I'm a fan of their new looks (except Heath, sorry bud) and I cant wait for the new series!

#monster high #clawdeen wolf #draculaura #frankie stein #deuce gorgon #cleo de nile #lagoona blue #heath burns #torelai stripe #headless headmistress bloodgood

[red-sneakers]

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: G

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Eri, Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Katsuki helps Izuku babysit an unruly Eri who has opinions about how Katsuki should treat the person he likes.

Genres: comfort, humor, romance

Word count: 1,020

For @gil-shalossssss as a thank you for the adorable fan art of my fanfic, Go Get Your Man, Young Bakugou!

Check out their cute art here!

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Usually, babysitting Eri was a piece of cake. She was such a good kid. In some ways, she reminded Izuku of his younger self: always on his best behavior for fear of being a burden. In his heart of hearts, Izuku was glad Eri’d been acting up today, because it probably meant she was getting more comfortable with him. That said, he was exhausted.

“No, you’re saying it wrong!” Eri stomped a socked foot on the carpet of the common room for the 100th time that evening.

Izuku sighed from under a mountain of pillows, making sure his irritation wasn’t loud enough for the little girl to hear. “What do you want me to say, Eri?”

“It’s not fun if you’re not scared!” 

Izuku buried his face in a cushion. He’d never been a very good actor. When he was a kid, it was different, because the make believe games felt real, especially the ones he played with Kacchan. Right now, however, he was having trouble “getting into character.” It’d been a long day.

“Come oooon!” Eri whined.

Izuku drew a bolstering breath. “Save me, Healing Hero: Uni!” He cringed at his own voice. Eri was right; he didn’t sound scared at all. “My legs are stuck under this pillow.” Izuku realized his mistake too late. “I-I-I mean rubble! Under this rubble!”

“Noooo!!” Eri’s yell flipped into a piercing whistle register.

“What’s with the damn racket, hah?!”

Izuku poked his head from the pillow pile at the sound of Kacchan’s voice. Despite the angry eyebrows and tense grip on his wooden spoon, Kacchan looked soft in his black pajama shirt and sweats, stirring a pot of what smelled like his signature spicy curry.

“He won’t . . . s-say it right . . .” Eri murmured, her face almost as red as her dress. She must’ve been embarrassed to be caught in a meltdown.

“Heh. That’s ‘cause Izuku can’t say anything right.” Kacchan grinned. Izuku’s face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. He opened his mouth to make a retort, but then Kacchan’s face melted into something softer. Awkward, even. “But he, uh . . . He always does his best. So give ‘im a break, eh?”

Eri’s lower lip quivered. Oh no, oh no, it was starting. Izuku’d known Eri for about a year, and he’d only seen her cry about four times. She held it in, because she didn’t want people to know they’d upset her. Izuku could tell. Eri only ever cried when she thought she’d hurt someone else. But she wasn’t to blame! Izuku should’ve been able to keep her happy. Why couldn’t he have just been a better ‘helpless civilian’?

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay.” Izuku stumbled free of the pillow pile. “See? No tears!” He squatted in front of Eri and pointed to his own dry eyes. Somehow that only made more tears pool in Eri’s until they spilled over. “Oh, gosh, please don’t be sad, Eri! I’m not sad. Really! I’m just a little tired, that’s all! Three hours is kind of a long time to play hero, and—“

“Three hours?” Kacchan interrupted. “No wonder the kid’s pissy. She’s fucking hungry, idiot.”

A few minutes later, Izuku, Kacchan, and Eri sat around the circular kitchen table, each with a large, steaming bowl of Kacchan’s famous spicy curry (Izuku with an extra side of rice, because he was a ‘wimp’ according to Kacchan). 

Kacchan’d been right about Eri. She seemed much happier with a belly full of a delicious, home cooked meal. Izuku often forgot his own meals, but forgetting Eri’s dinner was basically a crime. He’d have to do better next time. Maybe he’d start getting healthy, pocket-sized snacks to keep in case Eri got hungry randomly during the day. The grocery store sold veggie snacks, but she’d need something with protein so—

“Quit muttering, nerd.”

“S-sorry, Kacchan.” Izuku stuffed his cheeks with rice to stifle any unconscious muttering.

“Why do you call Deku names?” Eri asked with curry stuffed in her own chipmunk cheeks. She could handle spice almost as well as Kacchan.                       

“‘Cause he’s a nerd.” Kacchan answered flippantly, adding even more hot sauce to his own bowl.

“But don’t you like him?”

Izuku inhaled a chilli flake and choked. 

Kacchan slapped him hard between the shoulder blades, and the flake dislodged. “Yeah, so?”

Izuku wheezed. Kacchan was admitting to liking him? Of course, he didn’t mean romantically. There was no way. But still, Izuku never thought he’d hear Kacchan admit to more than tolerating him.

“You’re ‘spose to call him something nice,” Eri insisted. Izuku held his napkin to his mouth, more to hide his flushed face than clean the sauce on his chin.

Kacchan leaned across the table, grinning like the cheshire cat. “Oh yeah? Wadda you suggest, Eri?” He addressed Eri, but he looked right at Izuku, and the hairs on the back of Izuku’s neck stood on end.

“Hmmm . . .” Eri scrunched up her face in serious thought, as if she’d just been given the task of choosing the number one hero’s official hero name. This was dangerous. Lately, Eri’d been getting more and more interested in the kind of stories where princes and princesses fall in love at the end. There was a non-zero chance she was about to suggest a super lovey-dovey nickname.

“It’s okay, Eri,” Izuku tried to redirect the conversation, “I really don’t mind when Kacchan calls me a—“

“I’ve got it!” Eri lit up. “Honey Bunny!”

Izuku froze. 

Kacchan’s shoulders quivered and he covered his mouth with a broad hand, presumably hiding his laughter.

Eri bounced in her seat, clearly proud of herself. “‘cause of the ears on his hero costume!”

Izuku was at a loss. Surely, Kacchan would shut down that nickname (err, pet name), and it’d probably hurt Eri’s feelings since she was so proud of it, but how could Izuku console her without admitting that Kacchan calling him a pet name would be a dream come true that could never in a million years actually—

“Alright.” Kacchan leaned back in his chair, smugly crossing his arms. “Honey Bunny it is.”

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If anyone is inspired to continue the story, PLEASE DO! I’d love to read it. (Just please don’t useChatGPT.)

#gil-shalossssss #bkdk #dkbk #eri #kacchan #deku #bkdk fanfic #dkbk fanfic #ggymyb #bakudeku #dekubaku

[lookismaddict]

Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. I) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: Hi, I hope everyone is doing ok! If you’re reading this right after the Intro, I’m so sorry that I wrote such a long part for just an introduction to the story. I just wanted to provide the MC’s backstory so that it’ll help you guys understand where the story is going. But I do hope that you guys enjoyed the Introduction, and I hope you’ll like Ch. I as well!

NSFW Warning: Violence, strong language/cursing, and light sexual content (?).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

“I’m sorry… what was that? You want me to be your what?”

Gun leaned against the wall that was next to him then lit his cigarette once more. “I said that I’ll turn you into one of my greatest masterpieces. You got potential to be a great fighter. If you get proper training from me, then I’ll make sure that you’ll develop into a pure unstoppable force.”

You crossed your arms while you scoffed to the side. “What? So… what are you implying? That I LIKED fighting? Haha sorry to burst your bubble, but I only did that by chance just to survive. Hell, that was actually the first fight I had. I’ve never fought in my life. I’m not a thug.”

Goo crossed his arms sternly. “Sooo… you mean to say that you’ve been a pacifist until now? I don’t believe that one bit sweetheart. You better be honest with us now or else I’ll have to find out through my OWN way.”

You took a step back wearily while holding both of your hands out in front of you towards Goo, trying to stop him from coming any closer to you. “I swear! Why would I even lie about that? Besides now I have another problem. I don’t know where the hell I’m at right now. I just lost everything that I had. And plus, I have nowhere to go, and now I’m stuck with you two lunatics!”

Goo was just nodding while listening to you rant away. On the other hand, Gun’s face remained expressionless. His mind was wandering somewhere else, trying to put the pieces together in his head. Like he was trying to calculate some sort of big equation. “Hey.”

You stopped blabbering your issues to Goo as the both of you turned to Gun who seemed to finally get what’s going on. “You weren’t a fighter from the beginning. Yet, you somehow knew how to fight. So, if you didn’t have prior knowledge about fighting, then you must’ve gotten them from somewhere. Have you been exposed to someone doing some type of martial arts training recently, or have you watched some type of show or documentary on it?”

You thought about it for a minute until you realized…

Yes, I have.

“Ah, well… Back in my hometown, I used to work part-time at a small karate school. My job there was to just bring materials during class. Like wooden boards, and planks, and all that. I didn’t really get to participate physically, but I always watched the students being taught by the head master. I’ve always found it really fun just to be there, and watch how karate was taught by professionals.”

“Then that’s all I needed to know.” Gun smirked, making his way back towards the exit of the alleyway until he paused at his tracks. “Oh I almost forgot to ask.” Suddenly, he turned his head back towards you. His gaze was so sharp that it pierced right through your whole body, which sent shivers down your spine.

“What’s your name?”

Your eyes, barely hanging onto his gaze, didn’t blink once. “It’s (F/N) Sasaki.”

“I see.” He turned his back towards you once more before continuing to exit out of the alley. “Come on, I’ll drop off Goo first before I figure out what to do with you.”

Goo raised an eyebrow. His eyes switched from Gun, to you, then back to Gun again before chasing after him. “Hey, wait up! What was that just now, you checking her out or what?” You heard his laughs bounce off the walls around you, as you stood there still trying to process what just happened.

What’s going to happen to me now?

You sighed as you willingly followed both of them out of the alley. It’s not like you had a choice to go with them anyways. When the streets were finally in view, you saw Gun and Goo both hop into the front seats of a black expensive Rolls Royce car parked on the other side of the street. You looked both ways before crossing the street, heading over to where they were at.

You got in the backseat of the car, shutting the door behind you. You buckled up and let Gun take the wheel to drive to Goo’s supposed destination. You leaned against the side of the car door next to you, staring at the street lights passing by. At the same time, you listened in on Gun and Goo’s conversation as they exchanged words in hushed voices.

“Gun, what made you decide on taking her under your care? I’m guessing it wasn’t just because you think that she’s a good fighter. Right?”

“Well, think about it. She said that she’s been watching people do karate for a while. We don’t know how long she’s been doing it for, but we now know where she got her new skills from.”

“And? What does that have to do with your verdict?”

“You’re not thinking any harder dumbass.”

“Hm…” From the right side-view mirror, you watched Goo close his eyes. He was pinching his own chin in between his two fingers, trying to concentrate.

The car filled with a long minute of silence until his eyes shot open like a light bulb just lit up above his head. He then turned to Gun with a mischievous smirk saying, “Ohhh, I get it now. She reminds you of Daniel Park, huh?”

Gun’s mouth curved devilishly, returning a smirk back to Goo’s realization. “That’s right.” His eyes seemed focused on the road in front of him, but his mind was somewhere else. Both of his hands were steady and firm on the wheel, like he just had a clear goal in mind and now he is willing to fulfill it no matter what.

Daniel Park? Who’s that?

“I did confirm that Daniel had the Copy Ability, like Johan Seong, the Copy Genius. Both of them would have turned into monsters if they were to have accepted my offer, but no matter. At least now, I have a secret weapon in my grasp. I got lucky this time.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What are you saying? I was the one who found her first. She’ll be besties with me in no time. Right, (Y/N)?”

You jumped in your seat and quickly pulled your eyes away from the two of them, pretending that you just didn’t get caught listening in on them. Your eyes became so focused on the window, staring intently at the plain street lamps above you while the car drove by.

Crap. I wished I accidentally fell asleep in the car instead of eavesdropping on them like this.

Goo chuckled to himself knowing that he had been watching your movements ever since you got in the car, from the side-view mirror on his side.

As the expensive luxury car sped through the night, your eyes started to close little by little, drifting off to a long and lulled slu-

“We’re here.”

Not this time Satan.

Thank god, you were alarmed by Gun’s call. While you were rubbing your eyes to cease the sleepiness, you looked out the window until your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe your eyes as they trailed up towards the top of a very large building. Large letters that said, “One MCN,” stood at the front of the building’s entrance. You wondered what type of company owns the building in front of you and what business does Goo have to be going to such a place.

Goo stretched in his seat then whipped around to turn to you. “(Y/N), have you thought about what we talked about?”

Is he talking about the “secret friend” thing?

You slowly nodded. Goo smirked and leaned in closer to you while clinging onto his seat. “So what will your answer be? Will you accept?”

You thought about it for a second, but you already know what the right answer would be.

You leaned in closer to him then whispered into his ear…

“No.”

Goo clicked his tongue with slight annoyance. “Ah, so that’s your response huh? What a shame. I hope you won’t regret it later on in the future.” He gave an ominous smile to you before turning back to Gun. “Well I’ll see you whenever, regardless of what comes up in my schedule. I’ll be looking forward to what you have in store for (Y/N).”

Gun clenched the steering wheel in annoyance that you could’ve sworn that you saw the veins from his hands popping from high blood pressure. “Yeah, yeah, just get out of my car already. And remember, you owe me next time. I already repaid you just by being your driver for today. You know how much I hate being in Gangnam.”

Goo grinned at Gun while slamming the door right in front of him, silencing Gun’s nagging. “That bastard.” Gun muttered under his breath. As he switched the car’s gear stick to drive, he hit the gas and sped away. Startled, you turned your head around and watched Goo’s figure getting smaller and smaller as he stood in front of the building’s entrance waving goodbye at you. Your heart was still palpitating quickly from Gun’s acceleration, but you swore that you caught a glimpse of Goo’s eyes for a split second. His eyes gave off such an uneasy vibe that you didn’t stare at him for too long, so you turned back towards the front of the car.

What did he mean when he said that I might regret my decision in the future? Was that an actual threat from him?

The thought of crossing him again made your palms sweat nervously. Well now, at least you don’t have to deal with two intimidating men. Now it’s just down to one. Although you were relieved to see Goo go, Gun’s presence still made you a bit uneasy.

However, just watching him drive seemed to have calmed you since your eyes have been scanning him for a while. You checked out his face from the backseat through the rear view mirror, looking as sharp as ever. Since you were closer to him now than when you guys were outside, you can smell a whiff of his musky cologne that must’ve been expensive. Your eyes moved to his broad shoulders and his muscular build underneath the multiple layers of clothing he had on was visible, which surprised you. This made you wonder how strong could this man be if he were to remove each layer, piece by piece…

“Have you eaten yet?”

“No, I hav- . . . Eh?”

Your words seemed to have gotten stuck in your throat until you realized that those words that he just spoke weren’t in Korean. They were in Japanese.

(Now speaking in Japanese)

“EHHH?! Did you just speak to me in Japanese???”

“Yeah, why are you so surprised?”

“Well, I didn’t know that you’d actually speak in Japanese. You caught me off guard! But wait a minute. How did you know I was Japanese?”

“You told me your name, remember? Your family name is obviously Japanese. Plus, no Korean woman who’s a local around here would be at that place where we found you, at this time of night. Unless, you’re a prostitute…”

Your cheeks flushed in deep scarlet, making you cross your arms and looked away in embarrassment. “A PROSTITUTE?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! No way! And even if I was a prostitute, what kind of prostitute would beat up her own customers?”

Gun flinched from the loud tone of your voice just now. Afterwards, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly while his hands were still on the steering wheel. “Alright woman, I get it! You didn’t have to be so loud. But I don’t know, you tell me.”

You were so furious that you were about to retort back at him, until you were reminded of your belongings still back at that shady bar. “We need to go back...”

“What?”

“I said, we need to go BACK! That asshole still has my luggage bag!”

“What asshole? The hell are you on about?”

At this point, you gave a brief summary of what happened, to Gun. You explained what started the fight you had with one of the two maniacs in the first place and what your first experience was like when you first arrived in Seoul.

Gun suddenly hit the brakes in the middle of an empty street. Good thing there weren’t any cars around during this time. His head turned around to look at you, with such intensity. You weren’t sure if it was due to irritability from having to go back and get your stuff, or anger from the assholes who happened to manage to pull something off like that. At that moment, you didn’t want to question him any further.

“Where’s the place at?”

You tried recalling what the bar was called from your memories until you remembered, “Venus’s Paradise.”

Gun stepped on the gas, as he made a sharp U-turn back towards the place where you first arrived in Gangnam. The U-turn was so sharp, that you could feel the force from the acceleration weigh down onto the side of your body, squishing you onto the side of the car door that was next to you.

About ten minutes later going about sixty-five miles per hour through the empty streets of Gangnam, the two of you finally pulled up in front of the dirty bar. Gun immediately unbuckled his seatbelt then turned to you, making sure you understood his instructions carefully.

“Stay here. Whatever happens, don’t get out of the car.”

And with those words, he slammed the door right behind him and made sure that the car was locked. You anxiously watched him walk into the bar alone, worried that he might not come out of that bar alive.

Fifteen minutes had passed and you were starting to worry even more. Your hand nervously pressed against your chest, feeling your heart hammering through your chest. At that point, you were debating to yourself whether or not you should go into the bar to retrieve him. You hugged your knees inside the car then laid your head onto your knees sighing. “I hope he’s ok.”

All of a sudden, you heard yelling getting louder from inside the bar. “What’s going on in there?” The front door suddenly bursted open, as a guy came running out from the bar full of blood from head to toe. You realized that the guy was actually Tae. His face was all bruised up as his left eye looked swollen and his bloody nose was left crooked sideways. His uniform was ripped almost to shreds. The stitching on one of his arm sleeves seemed to have been torn right off and one of his pant legs was barely hanging on. Your eyes widened at the sight of Tae quivering in fear on the ground next to the car that you were in.

A loud bam was heard as the door to the bar swung open violently. Another guy flew out through the door then landed flat on the ground, now unconscious. That man had on a brown leather jacket and underneath was a long sleeved cheetah-printed polo shirt. Golden chains were wrapped around his neck and the sight of him reminded you of Ryuji, since they both looked alike. His body was also covered in bruises and stains of blood.

Who could have done this? Wait, it couldn’t be-

The bar’s front door suddenly flew open once again, as you saw someone kick the door open. Outside, came Gun walking out of the bar without a scratch on him. However, a bit of blood splatters was stained on his clothes, his face, and on his hands. While making his way back towards the car, you noticed that he successfully managed to get your luggage back!

Tae’s eyes widened at the sight of the unconscious, bloodied man in front of him being stomped all over by Gun. His body was being walked all over over by him without remorse like he was just some insect. Even while he was rolling your luggage bag behind him, the man on the ground remained unfazed when his body was being violated by your big luggage bag. Tae slowly backed away from Gun as much as possible, until his back met the car door where you were sitting behind it, watching their every move through the tinted window.

Gun stopped in front of Tae. His eyes glared down at him with such a threatening look that it almost caused Tae to urinate in his pants. “Move.”

Tae quickly nodded as he scurried away down the street, yelping like a scared chihuahua. Gun then took your luggage bag and stuffed it in the back trunk of his car. Afterwards, he made his way back to the driver’s seat then closed the door on his side before starting the car.

You were curious about how he managed to even get your belongings back so you asked, “How did you do that?”

Before he started driving again he lit a quick cigarette, with a soft exhale of smoke escaping through his lips. The smell of smoke filled the inside of his car, making you cough a bit but you didn’t mind.

“I just went in there, and spotted that big suitcase of yours from across the bar. That last guy that I just saw was holding onto it while he was talking with his buddies, so I went up to him and just beat him up. It wouldn’t change a thing if I just asked them to hand it over.”

He then switched the gear, then started driving off, heading back towards the direction that he was supposed to go to before he got side-tracked. You just sat there in the backseat trying to process what he just explained. “All you did was just beat him up? But what about the rest of the guys that were with him? Wouldn’t they have done something to you too?”

“They tried to, yeah. But I had to take care of all of them as quickly as possible, since I got other important matters to take care of. There wasn’t much that they could’ve done though. They were all weak in the end anyways.”

“W-what…?”

They were all weak? Who is this guy? And what incredible strength he had. How could he have beaten all of them at once? He was up against so many guys, yet he came out of that alive?

“Then, what happened to their boss? Did you have to fight him too?”

Gun sneered, as he took the cigarette out of his mouth then extinguished it onto the ash tray that laid next to him. “Did you see that other guy that was laying outside of that bar? He made such a good carpet.”

You gasped, clasping your hand onto your mouth in shock.

That was HIM?! Who the hell is this guy, Iron Man? Or- THANOS?!

You weren’t aware of it, but Gun was watching your reaction from the rear view mirror while he was driving. For a split second, he couldn’t help but smile in amusement from your animated facial expressions. “What an amusing woman.” He whispered to himself before his smiled faded back to his original stern face.

The tinted Rolls Royce car sped throughout the night, zooming past every obstacle that couldn’t dare touch Gun’s beloved car.

Finally, the two of you arrived in front of a large modern-styled mansion as he drove through an iron gate that automatically opened on its own. The driveway to his house was very wide and openly convenient. There were short marble steps that led you up towards the door of the mansion, which was accompanied by small traditional Japanese trees on the sides of the steps, that were probably imported from Japan. From above, there was an outdoor balcony that overlooks the open surroundings of his house with a nice view that was probably to-die-for.

The architecture of his home made you gawk widely, fascinated by how large his home was as he parked the car right in front of the driveway. His garage was already filled with other expensive luxury cars, so he decided to park his favorite car in front of his house.

Wide-eyed, your eyes enveloped the scenery of such a lavishly polished home. “This place is so stunning…” you murmured in awe as you exited the car. Gun got your luggage bag from the back trunk then handed it to you, for you to stroll yourself. “This way.” He said in a commanding tone while walking towards the door.

You followed him, still starstruck at how amazing his place looked. You halted right behind him, when he stopped in front of the door to unlock it using a touch-screen passcode lock. When he heard the small door beep a few times, he opened the door to let you in. “Excuse me…” you politely said as you entered the house.

Mother. Of. God.

And you thought the outside of his home was marvelous? Oh, no honey. That was just the cherry on top. The interior was on a whole other level.

It was wide in space. The floor was made out of smooth wooden mahogany planks. A simple wooden staircase stood on the side of the wall, that led all the way up towards the second floor with a steel railing following alongside it. The balcony of the second floor was completely see through, made out of tempered glass, one of the strongest glasses ever made. If you were to look below from the balcony, you could see almost everything from the top floor.

Further down from the front door, there was a lounge area. You would be greeted by a mini bar with high quality alcohol displayed in glass shelves behind the counter. Fancy glass cups were suspended above the counter, glittering spotlessly. Right next to the bar were two pool tables centered behind a big leather sofa surrounding a flat screen TV.

As you made your way past the lounge area, a long rectangular dining table with 12 seats surrounding it stood there in the dining area. A few meters away, was the kitchen. Everything was mostly covered in black and white. The counters. The high-tech stoves. Everything was sleek and clean.

After Gun gave you a tour in the first floor, he took your luggage for you then made you follow him up the stairs. The man was literally carrying your suitcase over his head like it was nothing, which impressed you. He did seem like a gentleman at first, but you couldn’t help but remember that he is still a very dangerous man.

On the second floor, he guided you into an empty room that didn’t seem to be touched at all but was still kept clean. There was a big queen-sized bed with a huge window next to it where you could view the scenery. However, the window was covered with dark curtains that could be pulled back anytime. There was a small wooden bedside table on both sides of the bed, with two lamps on top of them. Right near the door, was a slide-in closet. Across the room was a door that led you into a personal bathroom, which you find very convenient.

Gun set your luggage down next to the closet, then leaned against the wall while crossing his arms. “Alright, time to discuss what you’ll be doing for me while you’re here.”

You sat on the side of the bed, while you curiously stared at him wondering what he had planned for you.

“Tonight, I will work on the contract that I’ll be giving you later on. However, I’ll lay the rules out for you right now. While you are here, make sure you follow my rules, and MY rules alone. No one else’s. Since I have accepted you into my own house for the sake of making you stronger, consider yourself lucky. I wouldn’t have done this in the first place if I thought of you as a nobody, so don’t waste my time. I believe that you have what it takes to be one of the strongest, if you polish your skills the right way through my guidance. While living here temporarily, don’t be loud, don’t annoy me, and don’t cause any trouble. In addition to you staying here, you are not allowed to leave this place unless I give you permission to do so. There will be times when you will be fed breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday, so make sure to be awake at those times or else you won’t be getting any meals at all. Make sure that you are ready when I get downstairs for your training sessions, which will always start at seven in the morning. Also, don’t let anyone into this house unless I inform you to do so. There will be times when I won’t be home, so even if they do say that they’re associated with me in any way, don’t let them in. And one last thing. Don’t touch anything that belongs to me, except for when you’re in the lounge area, when you’re in the dining room where food will be given to you, or anything else given to you by me. Lastly, don’t ever tell anyone about what happens in this house. Never tell anyone about what you’ve been doing and what our plans are. If you break any of these rules, always expect that there will be consequences. By tomorrow you will receive a physical copy of the contract from me once it has been finished. You’ll have to wait for it so it can be signed properly. Any questions?”

You yawned while nodding.

“Hmph. What is it then?”

“What if I get hungry during times when it’s not even breakfast, lunch, or dinner?”

“Then control your hunger.”

You pouted, while crossing your arms. “So I’ll just starve?”

“You’ll get used to it if you don’t rely on your appetite whenever you have a sudden urge to eat. It won’t be good if you eat regularly whenever you’re not hungry since it’s just going to ruin your appetite.”

“Oh okay. Oh and I have other questions. So, you already know right? The reason why I’m in Korea in the first place was to make money. How can I earn money in Korea if this will be my life temporarily? And why do you want to take me in so badly? Like what’s in it for me? You literally just forced me to be here.”

Gun smirked before closing the door behind him. “Wouldn’t you like to know ‘so badly’?”

Slowly, he made his way towards you in such a sly manner that he made you back up immediately into the bed even further. As he stood closely in front of you, he leaned in closer to you. Both of his arms now pinned onto either side of you on the bed, while trapping you in between his arms. You could feel almost feel his hot breath touch your skin, which smelled of nicotine. He took off his glasses revealing what lied underneath, and your eyes finally met his.

Underneath his glasses were pitch-black orbs with white pupils centered in between each eye. There was a huge scar that ran across his eyes, which must’ve hurt greatly from the looks of it. Stunned, you were left speechless. You couldn’t get a word to escape from your mouth as you stared up at him. It was like you were caught in some kind of spell. You were so drawn to his eyes that, unconsciously, your hand reached his face and touched his cheek. But with fast reflexes, it didn’t even take a few seconds until he grabbed onto your hand then pinned it over your head. Your other hand laid dead still and you felt that hand starting to sweat onto the bed. His right knee was also pinned in between your legs, trapping you under his body.

“What are you trying to do now? Seduce me?”

You quickly shook your head in response.

“You know, I’m starting to think that bringing over a stranger might be bad for me, so listen closely.”

He leaned in very close to your ear, that the side of your heads were parallel from each other. Your heart started beating quicker and quicker every minute that you think that even Gun could hear it from where his face was at. He tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear for you to listen carefully.

This position…

His forearms were pinned on the sides of your head. His scent made you feel light-headed. His chest was barely touching yours and you felt his breath even closer to your ear that it made your body tingle all over. You could even feel his leg graze slightly against your private part in between your legs, which made your legs all stiff. This was the first time that you’re on a bed with a man that it made your cheeks hot and red like twin tomatoes.

“Think of it as kind of a. . . You-Pay-Me and I-Pay-You situation. The outcome will be Win-Win if we both cooperate with each other. You will help me bring down four of the major power groups in Korea. In exchange, I will grant you anything you want. It can be money, fame, designer clothes, you name it. I’ll turn you into an unstoppable beast. You will even be known as a legend in Korea too.”

“I don’t really care much about all of that, except for the money. But… how will that benefit you?”

He stared deep into your eyes then smirked. “Money and power is all it takes to become the strongest. Once I have destroyed them all, there won’t be anything left for them in which I will be the one to rise to the top. I will shape you into one who’s worthy of fighting. My ultimate secret weapon. They won’t even know what will hit them. Once you have become one of my greatest masterpieces, money won’t be a problem for you anymore.”

Again with the “greatest masterpieces”. Will this really be the best option to help out mom?

“If that’s the case, then you can count me in. I’ll become one of your greatest masterpieces.”

“Finally, then it’s been decided. I’m glad we see eye-to-eye. We’ll negotiate on how much you’ll be given each month tomorrow after our first training session.”

He leaned back and retreated from the bed, leaving you to stare up at the ceiling in a daze. He retrieved his glasses then put them back on. While making his way towards the door, he stopped in front of it while he grasped the door knob.

“Oh, and one more thing. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll mostly be in my room, so knock if you need to. Also, give me your phone for a second. I need to give you my number.” He let go of the door knob as he returned back to you.

“Ohhh… right.”

You quickly sat up from the bed then took out your phone from your pocket. You unlocked it before handing it to him, so he could add his number to your contacts. “I’ll need your number too.”

“Ah… alright.”

After the both of you exchanged numbers he said, “Contact me if there’s an emergency.” You nodded when he handed your phone back to you.

Right when he was about to leave the room, the last words he said to you that night was, “Go ahead and get some sleep. It’ll be a busy day for you tomorrow.” Then shuts the door behind him.

Exhausted from everything that has happened that day, you collapsed back onto the bed and sighed.

Ah, I’m such a fool.

Out of nowhere, your belly started grumbling. You forgot that you haven’t eaten anything yet since you arrived in Korea. You sat up once again, then stared at your phone in your hand.

“Is hunger considered an emergency…?”

[End of Ch. I]

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[victoriablyth]

pov: you're tom blyth

word count: 1198 letting everyone know this was a small thing i wrote for my english tutor! the prompt was to write about switching bodies with someone and how it would affect you and i decided to write about being in tom blyths body. but theres a twist. this pov is from someone who has NO IDEA about tbosas. i hope you enjoy this!! this is just a goofy thing i wrote <33 warning: its a lil bit cringy...kinda idk JUST READ IT. lmk if you want part two (might have spelling errors n shit sorry!!) Sunlight met my closed eyes. I could feel the warmth of the dim beam that crawled it ways out of the blinds. I slowly rised from the quilt that wrapped around my body all night. My eyes were still drowsy, still forcing my eyelids to shut, as I stretched. I clambered out of bed, still feeling lethargic. I rubbed my eyes, my hands more coarser than before. The shape of my face felt weird, it didn’t feel like it was my  face. As I fully opened my eyes, I look down to my hands. Long and pale, clearly weren’t the complexion it should be. The nails weren’t painted mars black like before. I put my hands to my cold cheeks. I could feel a short stubble growing. ‘What the hell?’ I mutter to myself. I then I realise something else. This wasn’t my room. I started walking toward a small door that likely led to a bathroom. I was right. When I turned on the heat bulb, the amount of luminosity blinded me for a second. But after my eyes adjusted to the lighting, the first thing I saw was my reflection. Or, it was the body I lived in. I was my celebrity crush, Tom Blyth. My piercing blue orbs widened in bewilderment. I stumbled back and I bumped  into the glass door that led to the shower. I slapped myself so I could wake up, I thought  it was a bad dream. But the burning sensation that was left after the slap felt real. It felt like I experienced the slapping in real time, not in a dream. Why is this happening to me? I pondered, as I gazed back at the body I was now using as a vessel for my soul. ‘Tom?’ A young female vocalized from outside. I didn't realize that she called  out to me until she faintly knocked on the door. I scrambled quickly out of the bathroom and opened the door. As I swung open the dainty white door, I saw one of my most favorite actresses of all time. ‘RACHEL???’ I exclaim, my eyes tried not to tear up as I absorbed her angelic presence. ‘Hi…Tom…’ She said, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. I forgot I was now Tom Blyth. ‘Did you forget to set your alarm to 4am again? We have to shoot scenes.’ Rachel continued, her tone serious. I nodded aggressively, and Rachel looked as if she witnessed a UFO fly over a wheat field. ‘Are you ok Tom?’ Rachel muttered. ‘Uhhh- nah I’m all good!’ I said, with a sheepish smile. Her eyes glare in dread as I showcased my pearly whites in an uncanny manner. I exited the caravan, and hopped in whatever direction that felt right. It was of course the opposite direction of where we set up for the shooting.

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“TOM!” Francis scowled. I twisted my head towards Francis, the director of the movie I'm in, The Ballad of The Songbirds and Snakes. My lips curled in irritation, my annoyance now at the highest level it could possibly be. Before I thought about what I was about to say, the words spewed out like a volcano that vomited lava. `I AM NOT TOM OH MY DAYS BRO!’ I blurt out, my eyebrows knitted tightly in vexation. The whole room went silent. I was gagged, I once again realized that I am not in my own body, I am in Tom Blyths. “Uhm, well, I mean uhhh…what’s good France?” I said, doing that awkward grin I was doing the whole day. “Please don’t call me France.”  Francis said, his tone flooded with disappointment. “It’s your scene, Tom,” he continued. He awkwardly waddled off to his director's chair. Everyone gives me the same look of concern that I have been receiving for the past two hours. I slowly struted towards my scene partner, I tried to look confident. Josh Andres, my scene partner, awkwardly smiled at me. As I stood in front of the camera, he put his hand on my shoulder. “Tom, are you good?”. I look at Josh, with a stringy smile embroidered on my face. “I’m all good, I’m fine. No need to worry.” I responded. Josh looked at me confused, but then the lights were set. Cameras started rolled. A loud ‘ACTION!’ was heard from the producer. We’re filming already?!  I whispered to myself. I didn’t read or scan through the script, and I didn’t even know much about my role other than his name being Cornelius or something. “Coriolanus!’ Josh said, his face now in bewilderment. I stood awkwardly as I stared into his deep brown eyes which were now filled with desperation. He wanted me to say something. “Yes sir, I am Coral Anus” I say, trying to sound as sane as possible. Obviously, my improv did not go well. “CUT!” Francis said. Josh’s face twisted into distress. “Tom, we have been practicing this script for months, and you reply to my line with CORAL ANUS?” He splurts. “Yeah isn’t that my character?” I say, still smiling. “NO! YOUR PLAY CORIOLANUS!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” He continues. His face now in fear, as if saw his bestfriend die right infront of his eyes. “Ok, Tom, please tell me you are joking.” Francis exclaimed. Francis then adverted his gaze towards the crew. “Somebody pass Tom the script, he’s forgotten the lines.” …  As the cloudy night sky loomed over us, so did frustration. Josh shoved the muffin into his mouth. The curls that had once been done with the most finest moose, were now frizzy and tangled. Rachel sat motionless, staring outside the window. The air felt silent in small caravan. All the crew members were asleep, and it was just us three awake. I stretch my arms out, the fabric of my baggy pajamas letting me move freely.

“97 takes…” Josh said. His eyes had bags, dropping down while his eyebrows looked like they were magnets trying to connect. “97 GOD DAMN TAKES JUST TO FILM A SMALL INTERACTION BETWEEN ME AND HIM!!” He exclaimed, scrunching the muffin wrapper that laid in his huge palms. Rachel looked at me like she had just seen a deer in front of her headlights. “Are you really Tom? What’s going on?” Rachel spoke, as she bit through her apple. I couldn't detect whether she was being sarcastic or not. “Well..my pet-” I looked back down into Tom’s phone, scrolling through his photos, until I see a parrot. Me, or Tom was holding the green parakeet with a huge smile. “My parrot died.” I mutter, as I tried  to conceive fake tears in my eyes.

I shove the picture in Josh’s face, covering my eyes and making crying noises.”Tom, that is my parrot you’re holding. Remember when you came to my house? You held Barnaby?” Josh responded, as his irritation turned into fear. I stared back, the room now felt awkward with the pin drop silence. “Cig break guys!” I exclaim, and I slowly slither out of the room. “TOM YOU DON’T SMOKE!”

The first four hours of being in his body has certainly been a terrifying experience for everyone.

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“Occasionally, we don’t get to finish dinner.”

This is part 3 of food days, please click on my profile for part 1 and 2!

18+ no minors! Thanks.

Im so sorry that I haven’t been posting any new fanfic, I’ve just been a horrible art-block. I literally tripped my way thru this whole fic until the end haha. Food days is a comfort fic for me so it’s first I go to when I need to learn how to write again.

are you ready for some turbo angst?

Cw time: angst, a lot of it! Stalking, mentions of harassment, talks about readers former life (as a sex worker nothing graphic) , reader down playing her own trauma, self sabotage n self doubt. Fingering and unprotected sex. Oh! And typos :)

Your reblogs And comments are much appreciated.

3946 words.

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You grab one of the meal prep kits you made out of the fridge, Peter’s eyebrow quirks as he watches you put it in your bag.

“Where are you going hon? It’s not a work day?”

You hum as you grab a bottle of water, “Oh, I forgot to tell you.. I’ve been taking nurse classes.”

You turn to face him, you smile as Peter’s face is dumbfounded, “Why?“

“Uhm, because my boyfriend is a superhero? And he loves to get hurt and refuses to go to a hospital and I can only do so much with the basics- should I go on?”

You grip your bag handles as Peter’s face grimaces, “You don’t have to do that for me..” you sigh as you bend down to slip on your shoes, “Peter, how do you think I feel every time you come home, bleeding out and all I can do is try not to cry as I apply pressure to your wound?” Your eyes lift to meet his eyes, his lips are pressed into a thin line. Your hands grace the knob of your front door before you can turn it you feel Peter’s hand's ontop of yours.

“I’m sorry” Peter’s voice is low in your ear as you let your eyes trace his upper body to his face, though his face was serious, his eyes Fien guilty. “It’s fine, Pete. But I’m not the type to be helpless, or useless for that matter.”

“You’re not useless” Peter’s head moves to the side like a puppy. Your lips press into a thin line, “Plus, It can be useful to know this stuff just for everyday life, just in case. Never know when someone will have a stroke or a heart attack, you know?” Peter’s eyes piercing yours makes you gulp.

“Okay…”

You nod, turning away again, Peter’s hand grabs your wrist twisting you back to face him, “Peter, I’m going to be-“ his lips smash into yours, your hands grip his shirt as he roams your body. His tongue whirled against yours as he pushed you against the door, you try to pull back but Peter captures your lips again making you whimper.

His lips finally release yours, as you try to catch your breath

“P-peter please, I’m gonna be late!” His lips trailed down your neck, giving little love bites.

“I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t- God, I can’t control myself around you..” Peter’s eyes stay glued to your lips, before moving away uncaging you between the door, fixing your clothes as he sniffs.

“I meant to give you a kiss, g-goodbye but uhm.. I-I got carried away” Peter’s hands rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke averting his gaze from yours.

“Yeah, you did.” You speak flatly as Pete’s eyes lower in shame, you feel your heart tug.

You lift his chin, kissing his cheek then giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“It’s much appreciated though, I’ll be back soon.”

Peter waits for a moment, watching you cross the road before scrambling to put on his suit, He was out the window in seconds.

He knew he shouldn’t follow you, he knew you’d be pissed but he couldn’t help it. I mean what was the harm of making sure your girlfriend gets to her Destination safely, wasn’t like he was stalking her,

Cus it’s like chivalry or whatever.

His hands gripped the side of the building before leaping off in the direction you turned, he never realized how quickly you walked when you were trying to get somewhere. He watched as your legs switched left and right, as your head did the same watching out for potential dangers.

You captivated him, you made him swoon, The way you looked at him, the way you snored in your sleep, all of you just made him drool.

He sighs as he watches you grab a quick snack from the small stands that line every New York street before you make your way toward the above line station. His webs shoot onto the top of the train, he crouches to avoid being seen, He felt a strange sense of deja vu hanging on a train.

Soon he watched you run off the train recklessly jogging down the stairs before breaking into a mad dash down the street, if he wasn’t web-slinging he would have definitely lost you.

He chuckles softly as he watches you catch your breath before smoothing over your clothes and walking inside the mystery building.

He could feel the weight off his shoulder, you were safe, now he could leave. But, what about when you get out? What if someone hurt you when you left- no he couldn’t let that happen, not again.

Peter’s hands rest above his head, “Breath, Pete, breathe.” He could feel his body trembling as he took deep breaths, his hands slowly came to his side.

“God, I am so pathetic.” Peter’s hands smash into his eyes before blinking then pulling out his phone.

Me: Hey babe! Wanted to make sure you made it safely.

My love: Hi, yes I made it safely. Thanks for checking on me.

Me: Yay! Do you wanna get lunch when you get out?

My love: sure that sounds good.

Me: :C whyyy you type it like that, do you not lubbb spending time with meee?

My love: I love spending time with you, Peter. You know that.

Me: yeah I know.

Me: what time should I pick you up?

My love: 3:00 pm Gtg class is starting, please don’t worry about me so much, I have a taser for a reason.

Me: Can’t help it, see you at 3:00.

Spidey straightens up, “Enough moping spider, you got a job to do!” With that, he took a leap.

-

Spider-Man checked his watch, 2:00 pm..

“Well, might as well be early..Sorry to leave you hangin’ but I have a date with a smokin’ hot babe!” Peter’s words pierce the webbed criminals with anger as he swings away, making sure to swipe some chocolates on the way.

A quick change in the alleyway, and he stood in front of your building at 2:30 pm, tapping his foot to an invisible melody.

A sudden ring of his phone makes Peter scramble to answer it.

“Hey, baby!”

“Hey, Peter. I’m probably going to be late- the classes ended earlier than expected- Peter?”

“In the flesh, with chocolates!” His hands extend to you holding out your favorite sweets as your mouth is ajar.

“Peter…” You slowly hang up on the phone, sliding it into your purse.

“Yes, my love?” Peter’s cheery voice set you off even more.

“Peter, I never told you where my nurse class took place.” You watch as Peter’s face morphed into horror.

“Peter, d-did you follow me?”

“I-..I can explain?” Peter’s voice was just above a whisper, as his eyes cast downwards.

You sigh as you straighten up, “I guess this means we’re getting food to go..”

-

Your ride home with Peter was silent, all the way up to the front steps of your apartment.

“I don’t.. have my key on me cus I used the window..” Peter’s voice barely broke the silence, you just nod and open the door.

Silence once more as you both set the living room table of food, it’s a practically tradition now. The table was now deliciously decorated with various side dishes and fajita meats.

Each of you reaches for a Tortilla, fingers gracing each other’s hands.

“Sorry”

“M’sorry”

You and Peter’s eyes lock onto each other, hands still hovering over the tortillas.

“Peter..”

“Yes..?”

“I-..I’m” your eyes scan his face, he looked like a hurt puppy. His lips in a slight pout, puppy eyes attached with tears, a new small cut dons his slightly bruised lips.

God, he looks so cute right now. You clear your throat, focus.

“Peter, I-..I’m not that upset at you, you know?” You sighed, your eyes cast down at the food again.

“Yo-you’re not?”

“I-…I understand why you did it, you’re a superhero. People want to hurt you, which means people also want to hurt me” you pause, eyebrows arching, what a sobering thought.

“So- I know why, you wanted to protect me, make sure I got there safe.” Your eyes met his again, Peter’s body was practically hanging on to your words.

“But, you know how I feel about my privacy and how I feel about being… w-watched unknowingly.” You could feel your emotions well up, tears stinging. “I-I ..just wished you’d talk to me about it..” you sucked in air through your teeth, stay strong, don’t cry if you cry he won’t take you seriously, he’ll say you're overreacting, he’ll say you didn’t give him a choice.

“Have I been unreasonable or so weak? For you to undermine me like this, Peter? Have we not always talked things out, hm? I mean you know how scared I am when you go out there! But I don’t follow you around, do I?!” Your words came out in a hiss, venom coated your tongue, it made you want to gag.

Peter whispered your name, softly grasping your hand before you pulled away. “I didn’t mean to undermine you, it-it was totally spare of the moment and I’ve never followed you before, this was the first time, I swear.”

You bite your lip, feeling the metallic taste fill your mouth, “why’d you do it?”

“I-..” you watch as Peter’s eyes search your face, his eyebrows knitted together.

“I’ve.. lost some people, family…friends, lovers- because I wasn’t- I wasn’t attentive enough, and ..some bad people.. took them from me. I just- wanted to make sure you got there safe, hun.” Peter's watery eyes made contact with yours, you felt vile.

God, how could you be so selfish? “I-..I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t know.” You whispered, you couldn’t look at him anymore.

“Hey, it’s okay. I mean I-I never told you about it, so don’t feel bad. You’re right I should have said something about it..but hey, we should eat before our food gets cold.” The warmth in his voice returned, yours did not.

“I..I’m not hungry anymore, I’m gonna go lay down. Please eat though..” You spoke softly as you rose from the floor, slowly walking into your room.

Your hands shook as you closed the door.

Why? Why? Why were you like this?

“What the fuck is wrong with me..?” You muttered.

Peter cares about you, he’s never once been mean or said hurtful shit to you, never once argued but you have to go and try to fuck it up. You remember your therapist saying that self-sabotage was a thing but you’d never thought you’d do it to Peter, Spider-Man of all people.

You let your fall back onto the door, hard. Before undressing to fall into the bed, clothes thrown whatever to the floor, you didn’t care where. Soon you were just in your underwear.

Usually, you like to fill the whole bed with your body, and stretch out. you felt like you needed to take advantage of it, plus it was fun, made you feel like a little kid again. You never had a big bed growing up, and your adult years weren’t much better, until now.

Something about being in the Fetal Position made you feel weak, tiny, and insecure.

“Stupid..” you sighed. Huddling yourself to the corner of your bed.

“What’s stupid?” You felt the cover dip as he spoke.

“Nothing thinking out loud” you sniffed, sinking under your blankets more, you didn’t want him to see your tears, to see you weaken.

The covers began to shift, cracks of light poked yours before you gripped them, closing them shut.

“No.”

“..I-“

“I don’t want to get up right now..”

“I’m not goin’ to make get up, I just want to see your face..”

“No.. I don’t want to see my face either.”

“Why? I love your face.”

“Because.. I-I just don’t want to, Pete. Please..”

You wanted to finish with “leave me alone” but you couldn’t cough the words up in time.

You couldn’t feel him next to you anymore, you sighed in relief, sniffing. You needed to be alone, you deserved to be alone, you sniffed again as your tears started to flow.

You felt the cold air hit your back freezing you in place, soon your body felt a warm wall against it.

Fingers brush against your waist, sending tingles down your spine.

His lips grace your shoulder, “I’m not mad at you.” You bite your lip, scooting away from his touch only to get swallowed by it again.

His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you completely to his chest, “Mm, nope. I’ll be here as long as I need to be to make you smile again.”

You sniffled, “I’m sorry..” you sob as Peter peppered kisses down your skin.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You squeaked out, “I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn't, it's okay.”

“I’msoselfish, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“You are not selfish, it’s okay.”

“Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry. I’m sorry”

“I’ll never leave you, never.”

Your sobs turned slowly, whispers, then hiccups as you slowly drift to sleep.

-

“Baby..babe” your eyes flutter as you groan.

“Pete?”

“Mornin’.” His hands brush your cheek as you stare up at him.

“M-morning?”

Peter’s thumb softly rubs the sleep from your eyes, kissing your forehead. “Sleep well, love? I got you some tea for your throat.” You sat up as you grabbed the tea, staring into the abyss of the cup.

The memories of you being a blubbering mess in his arms last night flood your systems, you felt like shit all over again, tears silently started to slip into your cup.

“I’m sorr-“

“No.”

You shudder looking up at Peter, his eyes were a brown ocean.

“But I-“

“Stop” his hands gently taking the tea from your hands.

“Peter, please- I just-“

His lips pressed against yours gently, like you were glass.

“You don’t need to tell me more about your past, at least not until you're comfortable enough.” Peter's thumb stroked your lip.

“I-I am comfortable..” your hand wraps around his, kissing his palm. “I want to tell you..”

You watch as Peter chews his lip, “Okay..shoot.”

“I..well. I-I had this customer, he was a regular. S-sometimes we wouldn’t even have sex.. we would just talk, it was nice.” You smiled picking at your fingers as you talked. “He was always so sweet and a little awkward but we all were once, y’know? But I always thought it was a bit strange that all his dates would fall flat. He would say, ‘oh they weren’t the right one’ when I asked. Soon, he asked me out on a date. It was okay, I had fun but he asked me to stop doing sex work which was my only job so of course I said no. I thought that would be it, y’know?”

You sucked in air, “ Of- of course it wasn’t though, to make a long story short. He started stalking me, showing up at my apartment, breaking my windows, even showing up at other clients' houses to harass me. Luckily, some of my customers were well off, bless them. They helped me with the harassment case and even got some of the other girls to testify. He’s been locked up ever since. ” Your eyes peeked at his, “Please don’t think less of me..” your eyes drifted back down to your fingers.

“I would never, you know that.” Peter’s gentle voice made you glance at him once more, watched as his lips trembled and his eyes watered.

You sigh, “ I mean it wasn’t that serious- I-I didn’t get rap-“

“Stop. Stop downplaying your struggles!” Peter’s sudden uptick in voice made you tremble, his eyes softened, lowering his voice. “Stalking is a very serious thing and clearly it caused you trauma. You don’t have to be strong with me, you’re allowed to be weak and You’re allowed to cry.” Peter’s hands cup your cheeks, “Being a couple means being vulnerable, with each other. I-I’ll try as long as you do too.” Your eyes softened as he spoke.

“O-okay.”

“Can I kiss you?” Peter’s lips hovered just above yours

You could smell his minty breath.

“Yes please.”

Kisses lips slotted against yours, hands sliding up and down your torso. “P-Peter.” Your hands fiddle with his shirt.

“Yes, love?” He grins as he speaks, “I-I-! Can we ..y’know?” His eyes flicker to your lips then back to your eyes as you speak, smirking.

“I don’t know, mind telllin’ me what’s on your mind?” His voice was low as he licked his lips, god you hated when he did this.

“Peeeteee! Don’t make me say it!” You whined, your hands picked at the hem of his shirt,

“I can’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” His fingers rubbed circles in your skin as teased you.

“I-I wanna.. have …sex, please?” Your voice was barely a whisper, your eyes trained on the floor.

“Ooh, she has manners. Such a good girl” his hand gently tipped your face up toward his.

“Of course, we can have sex, thought you’d never ask.” Peter chuckled.

His hands roamed your body, “Lucky me I don’t have to take any extra clothes off, straight to business. “ he snapped your waistband, making you squeal then focused on his shirt and pants.

“I love you.” Peter’s eyes connected with yours, “ I know”

“Do you now?” Pete’s chuckles warmed your heart as he climbed on top of you. “I’ll really make sure you’ll understand tonight.” His words sent a shiver down your spine.

Peter’s hand slipped into your panties, pawing at your clit you sigh at the soft contact.

“So pretty.” Peter’s gentle circles matched his voice, “Do you mind takin’ your bra off for me, love?” You simply nod, pulling off your bra before covering your chest.

“Can.. we turn off the light?”

“Why would we do that?”

“Cus- I’m embarrassed..” you could feel the sweat forming on your skin as you stared into his eyes.

“Mm, why?” Peter’s free hand slipped between one of your hands covering your chest to fondle one of your boobs.

Your mouth makes shapes but only little noises come fluttering out, you pout as Peter laughs at you.

“No worries, I getcha” he winks as your eyebrows pinch together. “Then why'd you ask?!” fake irritation in your voice.

“Cus I like messin’ with ya.” his nose bumping yours slightly as he captures your lips. His hands traveled down again to your panties, pulling them swiftly down as his lips bombarded yours.

You pull away for air, “Pet-” you groan as his fingers enter you slowly, abducting your will to speak. “Sweetest sound I know.” Peter’s eyes were lowered with lust as he picked up the pace. Your pants became more vocal as his fingers pumped, “I-ah! Peter- plea-!” Your hands wrapped around his wrist, you could feel your legs going haywire.

“Please what? God, you’ve never been this sensitive before. Is it because we haven’t done it in a while?” You arch as he spoke, unable to answer him, trying to desperately move his fingers faster, whining at his pace, it was but not fast enough.

“P-please more! Mm- I - can’t!” You threw your head back as his thumb hit your clit in the perfect spot. “Cant cum? Oh, that’s intentional.” His fingers pulled away from your aching hole, your whine of dismay made him vibrate with desire.

“Shh, I got ya” his hands gripped your sides as he lined himself up, letting you adjust to his size. You shake as his cock jerks suddenly, your face no longer controllable.

“See, this is why I can't turn the lights off. I would miss this gorgeous face of yours.” you could feel his cock pulse inside you as he watched your face squeeze together.

“A-shut up, f-fuck me, Pete!” your hands weakly hit his chest as you attempt you grind against his cock, urgent for more friction.

“Aw, so bossy. Your wish is my command!” Peter's lips smacked against yours as his speed made you see stars in seconds. His tongue swallowed yours as you wailed.

“Gonna c-cum already, love?” you nodded as he spoke, tears in your eyes made it hard for you to see his face. “D-don't worry I'll make it even easier for you.” before you could process what he meant, you were screaming his name as he pounded into you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his cum spill inside of you, your nails scratching his chest as your head tilted back.

“Oh- God…!” you croaked, eyes fluttering, “ That was..really good Pete.”

“I-I've never come that fast before, I guess I'm a bit sensitive too. “ you chuckle at his bewilderment, tracing circles in his hair.

“Well, it's welcomed. But now I do need to shower to get your cum outta me. So would you kindly remove yourself from me?” you hummed, giving him a smirk.

“I have a gift for you before you do that tho, one sec!” His hands gently helped you off his penis. You watch as he scrambled out the door before producing a teddy bear.

The teddy bear was dressed in spiderman gear equipped with a mask and all. In the teddy’s hands was a box, your eyes lit up.

“I love stuffed animals, Pete! How’d you know?” You faked a suspicious eye.

“Lucky guess I swear.” your hands brush against his as you take the bear into your arms, plucking the box way in its hands.

“What's this?” you hugged the bear pinning it to your chest as you picked at the box, sneaking a glance at Peter who was clearly nervous.

“Oh! Mr. Bear must have grabbed it for you as a gift- you.. should uh, open it!” Peter's hand rubbed the back of his neck.

You giggled as you opened the box, and two beautiful crimson diamonds blessed your eyes. One is a necklace with a dainty gold and white chain the other was a ring with a black band, with amazing little rich blue sapphires surrounding it.

You gasped, “Peter!”

“Before you say anything! I handcrafted everything in a friend of mine's lab, including the diamonds. I got the sapphires from a jewelry store I helped stop a robbery. I-i also made us matching pairs.” you watched as his cheeks redden.

“Peter- It’s lovely. Bu-”

“I-I'm not finished yet. I-...” Peter sighs, “I- put a tracking device in both of our rings and necklaces. You told me you get worried c-cus you don’t know if I’ll come back and I get worried when I can’t be with you all the time. This way we can both ease our worries, plus if you want you can take it off and not wear it if you want! I promise I won’t follow you if you do.”

Your eyes searched his face, his eyes were firm but soft, it made you melt. Your hands took the ring, “So, is this an engagement ring then?” You held it up, twirling it in your fingers.

“If.. you want it to be.” Peter squeaked.

“Mm, only if you put it on my finger.” You grinned as you watched Peter get on one knee, whispering your name.

“Will you give me the honor of being your fiancé?”

“Yes, of course.”

Peter grins as he slips the ring unto your finger, before tackling you to the bed with a bone-crushing hug.

“I love you, Peter Parker.”

“I'm starving, we should eat those leftover tacos.”

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