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hazelfoureyes · 1 month

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Ok I need a Lucifer x Reader fic based on Griftwood by ghost pretty please ( just listen if you haven’t heard it you’ll understand)

Listen, I went the opposite direction I think you wanted? Lol gonna work on brevity and get more snack sized smut out on weekdays and entrees on he weekends

[Warnings/Promises: snack sized, Lucifer x GN!AngelReader, lil smut smut, Fuck Sera, Luci corrupts absolutely, all hail dat dick, sacrilegious as fuck]

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Lucifer avoided the heavenly embassy for obvious reasons. The vast halls, the empty and useless pews, it was, in a word,

“Creepy,” He hissed.

He was surprised to find the reception desk manned. Very rarely did heaven actually send anyone down to hell. Oh, wait.

You were stunned already to see Lucifer, so when he poked your nose you let out a tiny squeal.

“Oh shit! You’re real!” Lucifer took a step back, “Sorry about that! Not used to an … actual person.” He gave a little bow, “Forgive me?”

The fact is no one wanted to go to hell for desk duty, so the job was actually a punishment reserved for the most misbehaved. You had to intentionally set fire to Sera’s robes to get that severe of a scolding. She was reluctant, but it had been threatened (promised) to you last time you (intentionally) caused trouble. Rumors were abuzz about Lucifer, and you just had to see for yourself what the Great Big Boss of Hell was like.

Rosey cheeks, bright sharp smile. He didn’t look as scary as you had imagined. You expected a seven foot eight inch tall behemoth with fire pouring from his mouth and blood stained horns.

The devil, the real one, looked quite sweet.

A tiny existential crisis washed over you. Maybe there was a reason they didn’t want people down here. Why they made it sound oh-so-terrible.

“You still in there?” He leaned over the counter, tapping at your forehead. Your hands flew up, capturing his finger and bringing it down.

Warm.

He froze, a little shocked you would touch him. Your smile went crooked, cheeks blushed.

“Uhhh you good?” He pointed with his free hand to where you still gripped his finger. You nodded, a hum of confirmation. The blush rose up until you were fully red in the face.

The realization struck Lucifer like heavenly lightning, “Oooh, I see what’s going on here.” A wicked smirk taking you by surprise. “Did you want to meet me, little one?”

You broke out into a sweat, “Yes.”

Lie! Why didn’t you lie?!

He leaned over the counter, “Did you do something bad to get sent here?” Was there fire behind his eyes?

Uneven breaths, “… yes.”

Lucifer’s knee came up and over as he crawled onto the desk, “Should the King of Hell reward you for such bad deeds?” His eyes had gone red now, your hand still on his finger.

Your knees began to shake, “Y-yes.”

His face was inches from yours when your legs gave out, both of you falling to the floor.

Horns tall, yellow pupils dilated as he straddled you. “I think you’ll find I’m a generous ruler.”

It made sense. As Lucifer bent you over the reception desk and fucked you from behind, you could completely understand why they made this job posting sound horrid. Heaven would be empty if every winner could freely interact with Lucifer. You’d damn humanity too, if that was the cost. His hips snapped against your ass with divine determination, sweet praises on his forked tongue.

The sounds of your gasps and his skin on yours echoed through the pristine white and gold halls. Like a pastor giving his sermon, he made the most delicious promises as you bent at the altar.

Could heaven hear you? Your chants of “God, Oh God,” shifting to, “Lucifer! Luci—fer”, when one of his hands came down, fingers stroking your heat?

“What do you pray for, my curious Angel?” He growled, a flame you couldn’t see licking past his lips. “I’ll grant you anything”

Your cheek was sliding across the marble, small line of drool smearing on your face. Claws raked down your back, the stimulation making you shake.

Your fingers reached for his thighs, failing to take purchase. Lucifer took both of your wrists in one hand and held them at the small of your back for leverage. Your legs bent up, toes curling as you came around his sweetly punishing cock.

Taking a few deep breaths, you rolled your hips back against him, “More.”

Lucifer laughed and lifted one foot onto the desk to add more force behind his thrusts, “Say please.”

am I too horny? No. No, the cardiologist is wrong.

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thebetawolfgirl · 6 months

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We’re Just Friends

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Umm… Friends to lovers? Smut!

A/N: New Fic!

We’re Just Friends

Timothée and y/n had been friends since they were 10 years old. They knew nothing else but each other, they could spot each other from opposite ends of the school yard.

She could find him in a room full of people.

The point is they were close. Closer than siblings, except when they argued it wasn’t like siblings would argue, and it never lasted very long.

Y/n and her friends were getting ready for a party at her apartment, she was trying on dresses in her walk in wardrobe while one of her friends, Daisy was telling her about this guy she had met at one of her mom’s dinner parties.

‘He has a younger brother y/n, I could set you up?’

‘Y/n doesn’t go for the business type, they bore her to death.’

She heard Timmy step into her bedroom and smiled knowing her friends would be rolling their eyes.

‘Timmy, come and help me with this dress please? The zip is stuck again!’

Timmy sighed and opened the doors to the walk in and saw the dress she was wearing, the one with zip on the front ‘Why are you wearing this dress? You know the zip always catches?’

‘Because it’s a nice dress and it’s sparkly.’ She smiles at him as he slides down the zip slowly trying not to catch it again.

She stripped herself of the dress and hung it up before walking over to get something else.

She was walking around in her underwear in front of Timmy and though they were used to their odd behaviour this was new.

Y/n never stripped in front of anyone let alone walking around in her underwear. She didn’t even get undressed in front of her own mother, but here she was walking around half naked in front of her only guy friend.

‘Okay I need to go. As much as I would love to stay for your fashion show I have to get ready.’

Y/n frowned ‘Where you going?’

‘I’m going to be at that party tonight. My sister was invited so I’m going with her.’

Y/n smiled widely and jumped into his arms hugging him tightly, ‘YOURE GOING TOO????’

He chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist tightly and nodded. ‘Yes I’m going too. So I will see you there.’

She let him go, smiling and kissed his cheek before he buried his face in her neck swaying with her before letting her go ‘Get dressed before you catch a chill.’

She turned and squealed as he slapped her ass and turned round to smack his chest scolding him ‘Timmy. Go!’

He smirked as she clicked her tongue and walked out the door while her friends were whispering to each other glancing at them.

‘Y/n why haven’t you and Timmy gotten together?’

‘We’re just friends, and he’s with Stephanie now.’

‘Timmy doesn’t act like that with Stephanie.’ Daisy said raising her eyebrow.

‘In fact I don’t think he’s even touched her in that way.’

Y/n’s head snapped up looking over at her friend ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I mean Stephanie has been complaining that Timmy still hasn’t slept with her. They’ve been going out for weeks!’

‘That’s impossible.’ Y/n shook her head and went into the bathroom to begin her makeup.

Later after her friends left to get ready themselves y/n heard the door open and close and footsteps come toward her room

‘Timmy?’ She called from the bathroom ‘Is that you?’

‘Yeah, sorry. I know I said we’d meet at the party but can I just arrive with you?’ He came into the bathroom and leaned against the door watching her as she nodded in confirmation.

‘Of course. What’s wrong?’ She asked buttoning her dress jeans and walking over to him.

‘Stephanie found out I’m going to the party after I told her I wasn’t going. Now she wants to go with me, but I already said I was escorting my sister. But Pauline is going with someone else so she doesn’t need me to escort her.’

‘Now Stephanie is pissed because you won’t take her.’ Timmy nodded resting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back as he lay his head against her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

‘Why haven’t you slept with Stephanie yet?’ Y/n asked against his shoulder.

‘It doesn’t seem like the right time.’

He mumbled back, his voice muffled against her skin. ‘You smell good.’

She smiled playing with the curls at his neck.

‘Thank you, it’s cinnamon scented lotion.’

He moved his head, sliding his hand to hold the back of her neck and bit down sucking hard.

‘Ow! Not edible lotion you freak!’ She shoved him playfully, letting him hit the wall as she looked at her neck in the mirror and glared back at his smirking face ‘Im telling everyone you’re a vampire and you tried to eat me!’

He continued to smirk as she grabbed her jacket and bag walking out with him. ‘Come on.’

He followed obediently and walked down to the cab she had ordered in advance and told him to get in with her ignoring his insistence he could walk ‘Timmy get in, you’re not walking anywhere, it’s New York and it’s freezing.’

‘Fine!’ He slid in beside her and they made their way to the party together.

Halfway there she grabbed his phone and got some pics together in the cab and even got a cheeky one of her grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.

He posted one to his social media captioning it “Party time with bestie” and tagged her.

When they reached their destination they paid the driver and quickly got inside when it began to rain. Neither of them considered Stephanie would be attending so Timmy stayed by y/n’s side during the party.

Some of the older guests assumed they were a couple but they always denied it saying they were just friends and they grew up together.

Stephanie arrived an hour after them and sought out Timmy and found him getting cosy with y/n with his arm around her waist nuzzling her neck.

Y/n saw her entering the party and nudged Timmy pointing to his girlfriend and y/n heard him sigh against her neck and she patted his back ‘Go. Now.’ He left with a peck on her neck and she sighed as he approached Stephanie and watched the way he held her and kissed her in greeting.

Her friends were right, Timmy was completely different with Stephanie than he was with her. It was as if he was touching something nasty, y/n knew from just watching them he didn’t like touching her. Wether they were like this in private, she didn’t know. But this interaction was painful to watch.

She watched as they left the room to go out into the garden so y/n decided to subtly follow them when she was stopped by Daisy and some guy.

‘Y/n this is Tanner, Andy’s younger brother who I was telling you about.’

‘Oh hello, it’s not a good time right now. We’ll catch up later Daisy.’

She walked off sighing. She knew she had just been rude but she had to check on Timmy.

Y/n walked out into the garden and heard someone arguing as if they were trying to keep their voices down.

‘I just don’t get it, Timothée. We’ve been together for weeks and we still haven’t even had sex yet.’

‘I’m just not ready yet Stephanie. I’ve told you that!’ She heard him sigh, and took a peak around the corner and saw him sitting on a stone bench while Stephanie stood over him her arms folded across her chest looking upset.

‘But you won’t even touch me. Whenever I try an kiss you you turn your head away and right now when I tried to sit on your lap you pushed me off.’

‘Because you’re obsessed with sex! I’ve never met anyone so obsessed with fucking the way you are!’

‘I’m not obsessed with sex, I just want to have sex with you.’ She shouted.

Y/n had heard enough she came out of the shadow of her hiding place saying Timothée’s name ‘Timmy. Pauline is looking for you. Hello Stephanie, you look lovely as always.’ Y/n smiled nodding her head slightly in acknowledgment. Stephanie was glaring at y/n until she complimented her and she returned her smile in thank you.

Timmy stood up and followed y/n inside leaving Stephanie standing alone with her thoughts.

‘Thank you for rescuing me.’ Timmy whispered walking with y/n indoors.

‘You’re welcome, I saw you walking out with her and knew she would start something with you.’ He nodded grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray being passed around and took a sip before pulling y/n to his side by her waist and kissed her exposed shoulder, lightly nipping the skin making her turn her head towards him and wrapped her arm over his shoulder, when she saw the guy Daisy brought over make his way through the crowd towards them and sighed ‘Daisy isn’t gonna let this go until I give this guy a moment of my time.’

Timmy looked over and smirked ‘Very business type.’ He sniggered but y/n whispered his ear. ‘If you don’t come and get me in 15 minutes no more cuddles.’ He choked on his last chuckle and went pale at the very serious threat and nodded as the guy approached with a million dollar smile and y/n had to stop herself from gagging in disgust.

‘Hi, I’m-‘

‘Tanner, yes I remember. Nice to meet you.’ She held out her hand which he took and kissed her knuckles.

Oh so he was this type of guy, goodie. She could feel Timmy coming closer to her in a protective manner and smirked.

‘Would you care to dance?’

‘Sure, why not.’

He guided her to the dance floor as Timmy looked on burning a hole into the guy’s skull and walked over to Daisy pointing to his best friend’s dance partner ‘Who the fuck invited James Bond?’

‘I did, i wanted y/n to meet him.’

‘Why? He’s not her type.’

‘I thought he was handsome and cultured.’

‘He’s a shmuck and slobbering all over someone’s hand doesn’t make you cultured. It makes you look like a baby with no teeth.’

Daisy glared and stalked off while Timmy looked on counting down to 15 minutes when he could drag her away from this moron.

He didn’t know why he was acting so jealous, but he knew this guy was not y/n’s type. She liked the goofy type of guy who she could boss around but who could equally take charge when called for.

And he knew this because she ordered him around like a puppy. This guy was the type of guy that would order her food for her at a restaurant, who would feel threatened by her independence and her strength.

He looked at his watch and saw it had been 15minutes and walked over to where they were standing at the bar and was close enough to hear their conversation and knew it was not going well, for him. The guy was trying to order for her at the bar, and she was telling the bartender that she didn’t want that. He was also insisting that he would like to buy drink for her but y/n had already handed the guy her money paying for her own drink.

‘I pay my own way, I don’t need anyone’s charity.’

Timmy smiled approaching hearing the guy huffing exasperated ‘It’s not charity, it’s called being gentlemanly. A lady should never pay for her own drink at a party. Especially if a gentleman is offering to pay.’

She turned seeing Timmy approaching and tilted her head asking him ‘Timmy am I a lady?’ Timmy scoffed shaking his head ‘No. Absolutely not.’

‘And do I always pay my own way?’

‘You paid the cab ride over here.’

‘Exactly. So let this chivalrous crap go. I’m not into it. It’s more Daisy’s thing than mine.’

The guy shook his head disapprovingly and left as Timmy and y/n smiled at each other.

‘So do i still get my cuddles?’

He asked taking a sip of the very unlady like beer she had ordered for herself.

‘Yes of course you do.’ She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he hugged her back holding her tight against him before sitting on the bar stool pulling her back against him by her waist and watched the party going on around them. The music was louder now as the older guests had retired earlier and only the guests their age remained.

He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and played with the waistband of her jeans, touching her skin there. She lay her hand over his and entwined their fingers together as he leaned forward and nipped her shoulder. She leaned into him and nudged his nose with hers and kissed his cheek.

‘Is there somewhere we can go?’

He whispered against her neck and she took his hand getting up and dragged him out of the door and up a set of stairs looking for a room.

Every time she stopped to open a door he would grab her hips and nip and kiss her neck until they found a bedroom and she dragged him in behind her as he ran his hands up and grabbed fistfuls of her breasts through her waistcoat, she kicked the door shut and he slammed her against it and began sucking on her neck while turning the key in the lock behind her as she tugged on his hair trying to get him closer to her as possible. She pushed her knee between his legs and pressed against his groin causing him to bite down on her neck hard.

He grabbed her waist picking her up and tosses her on the four poster king size bed crawling on top of her when she pulled his shirt over his head as he tore the buttons off her waistcoat and wrapped his hand around her throat squeezing gently making her gasp.

She grabbed him by his head and slammed her mouth against his in a hungry kiss. He kissed back with equal hunger sliding his hands down her body before sliding her jeans down her legs, breaking the kiss he removed his own jeans before climbing back over to her, he made quick work of their underwear and he slid into her slowly, taking his time as y/n reached up and placed small kisses along his shoulders before he began thrusting into her at a steady pace as she held onto his shoulders.

Y/n gripped onto his shoulders digging her nails into his skin as he began to slam into her harder making her gasp and drag her nails halfway down his arms.

He groaned and collapsed on top of her pinning her beneath him and rammed into her wrapping her legs higher around his waist causing her to moan and jerk higher up the mattress and the bed frame to rock.

She flipped them onto his back and began to ride him and felt his hands run up her torso and grab her breasts roughly. She slammed her hips down on his making him grunt and rut his hips upwards to meet hers causing him to go deeper inside her.

He rolled them to the other side of the bed pinning her down on the mattress and slammed into her as her head hung over the side of the bed and carved his hips into hers going deep again making her groan.

He pulled her up by her neck and kissing her roughly as they came together in a sweaty panting mess as they fell back landing at the bottom of the bed tangled in the sheets.

He kissed and nipped along her collarbone and throat before burying his face against her neck clinging to her and breathing shakily.

Y/n caught her breath and ran her fingers through his hair wiping his damp curls from his face.

She listened and realised the music had stopped downstairs and everyone had left.

‘It’s gone quiet downstairs. I think everyone is gone.’

She felt him move against her neck and wrap his arm tighter around her waist cuddling into her.

‘I’m not moving. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.’

She nodded and lifted his head placing an open kiss against his lips and turned onto her stomach letting Timmy kiss her back and shoulder before laying his head on her mid back closing his eyes as they drifted off to sleep!

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miraclewoozi · 1 month

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FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE. -l.c

pair : dino x fem!reader. prompt : “say you want me, and i’m yours.” SMUT. MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT. wc : 5k. heads up / smut tags : ex-boyfriend!chan. everyone’s down horrendous. drinking/some alcohol consumption prior to the fucking (they aren’t drunk tho). chan is able to lift reader and carry her a short distance. oral (f rec). backshots. unprotected p-in-v sex. reader has solid arch game. chan calls reader good girl/pretty girl/ baby. it’s all very needy. notes : i had idubilu chan on the brain for a big portion of writing. this was supposed to be a drabble and then ended up longer than some of my actual fics, so. bon appetite i guess?

There’s a list of places you think you’d be okay to run into one of your exes.

In the grocery store, for starters. At the gym. In a bar, at your favourite pizza place, the library… None of them would exactly be fun, but one way or another, you believe that they would all be quite manageable.

Further down are family events. While on a date with someone else. At the beach, or a swimming pool. A doctors office. Considerably more uncomfortable. Would probably warrant a large glass of wine as soon as you got home. You would live, though. No doubt about it.

But at a wedding? Not only is it not on there, it’s quite high up on its own index.

The Crisis List.

Yet this is the position in which you find yourself on this beautiful summer’s evening. You suppose it’s sort of what you get for letting yourself be set up with a friend of a friend while you were in college and mixing your social circles: this is some sort of twisted, universal revenge. But of all the places you’ve pictured running into Chan and succeeding to pace yourself through awkward small-talk before parting ways again… you never imagined that a celebration of eternal love would be the setting.

You recognised the sound of his voice pretty much as soon as you arrived, but you were thankfully seated on opposite sides of the aisle during the ceremony itself. It was therefore pretty easy to keep your eyes off him and instead focus on what was going on at the front of the room. This wasn’t so simple when you only knew one other person at your table during the dinner service and Chan was seated barely ten feet away, and every time you glanced over to him, he was blowing bubbles and entertaining a group of young kids. Every time he laughed, or even every time he made one of them laugh, your head would snap over on instinct. Though you locked eyes with him a few times, mostly you were able to look away again before he had the chance to catch you.

Regardless, seeing that brilliant smile from across the room full of strangers made your stomach twist, so much so that you couldn’t even finish your dessert.

Thus far, the day has passed without any real incident; dinner was three hours ago and you’ve managed to avoid him almost perfectly. You keep telling yourself that if you can just make it a little while longer, you’ll be able to go back upstairs and retire to your hotel room, and maybe even eventually, this will become another one of those memories you can laugh about with your friends.

Just a little while longer.

In the meantime, a stool at the very end of the bar is your sanctuary and it has been for so long that your ass has started to go numb. With more people in attendance at the reception than there were at the ceremony and dinner portions of the day, you’re doing a pretty fantastic job keeping your distance from Chan. His friends, too. Everyone, if you’re being completely honest: with your back to the room at large, you could forgive anyone here for assuming that you peaked early, got wasted and just no longer have the legs to move from your perch.

But the truth is that you’re still nursing the same flute of champagne you were given on your way in. Still drawing your fingertip round and around the rim of the same glass, wiping off the lipstick marks you leave with every tiny new sip. Still watching the same bubbles rise up and burst at the same surface. You’re about as sober as anyone on the planet has ever been.

At least, almost certainly, you’re the most sober adult in the building.

You know it’s not exactly fair to have removed yourself from the fun like this on the happiest day of your friends’ lives. You’re overjoyed for them, you really are, and you sort of wish you could just shake this off and go about your business, pretending he’s not here so that you could enjoy yourself properly. You’ve never claimed to be the life and soul of the party, but you know being so distant is a new look on you.

If only it was as easy as simply caring less.

But you’re surrounded by happy couples and faced with the man who is the definition of ‘right person, wrong time’. How can you possibly think about anything else?

Your spine tingles with the feeling of someone hovering behind you and you pick your glass up into your hand, ready to spin around and tell a concerned bride — for the fifth time — that you promise, you’re okay. To keep up the lie about the bellyache you’ve been pretending to have for an hour now just to get her to go back to her party. You square your shoulders and put a smile onto your face, but you don’t have the chance to turn around and put up a façade. The person — who is decidedly not who you were expecting — appears to your right instead, a solid frame in a black suit swallowing up your periphery. Your excuses fade away to static in your brain.

“Is this seat taken?” Chan asks, fingertips brushing over the leather of the chair adjacent to you. “Are you… waiting for someone?”

You shake your head, taking a deep breath. There’s no running away now. “Nope. All yours.”

He swings one leg over the stool and settles into it, both hands resting up on the bar. He, too, twitches his fingers against his glass. He, too, fails to even glance at you.

“Been a while, huh?” He says after a few seconds. Even though music continues playing behind you both, it’s nowhere near as loud as the thick, uncomfortable silence that had started to settle between you.

A while is sort of a massive understatement. You haven’t seen him in… four? Five years? Not since you left college and he accepted the job offer of a lifetime, pulling him all the way to the other side of the country. Not since, despite your shared willingness to try, you realised that the whole long-distance thing didn’t work for either of you; not since you ended up calling time on your relationship after just four months of being apart.

Ending things meant saying goodbye to amost two and a half years though, in total.

You’d you’d never been broken up with over a video call before. It fucking sucked.

“I didn’t know you were around,” you say instead of answering the obvious. “Are you just here for this, or…?”

Chan takes a long sip from his drink and finishes the glass, pushing it away from himself. He shakes his head, scrunching his nose a little. You were surprised not to see him with some sort of a whiskey in-hand, so his reaction to the chug makes sense: he was never that big into wines. Some things never change.

“I got promoted. Came with a relocation,” he tells you. This time, he turns his head and looks at you properly, a small smile tugging up the corners of his lips.

“Oh, shit. Congratulations,” you offer, tilting your now mostly empty glass in his direction before draining the little bit in the bottom, just like he did. You know it’s probably all in your own head that the fizz gives you a bit of a confidence boost, but you find the nerve to move to face him fully: you’ve never been one to turn your nose up at a positive coincidence, after all. “That’s amazing.”

“Thank you,” he says, bowing his head. “It’s… good to be back.”

A few seconds later, he tags on, “and it’s really good to see you.”

The bartender comes back to see if she can get you anything else to drink now you’ve finally finished your champagne and Chan puts his card down for a round of your choosing. It helps loosen up the tension in your shoulders, stops you bouncing your leg against the rest beneath your seat, makes it a little bit easier to settle into a back and forth with him. Eventually, the conversation starts to flow as if you were never really apart.

You laugh at his bad jokes. Chan shoves you playfully when you make some back. He gets so invested in catching up on what’s been going on in your life that he doesn’t even tell you what the promotion he got is, nor where he’s been relocated to.

As the following few hours tick by, he doesn’t leave your side. Even when people come over to talk to him, even when your friends’ eyes start to find you together and linger, as they attempt to read your lips, pick apart your body language, as they begin whispering behind their hands. He takes exactly one bathroom break, and he finds his way straight back to the chair he left. He even scoots it a little bit closer.

And the longer he stays glued to your left, the more you find yourself starting to hope a little harder that wherever he’s living now, it’s not too far away. That whatever him being ‘back’ means, something happens because of it.

Your something comes in the form of your companion trying to persuade you to get up and dance with him. He fails, numerous times; you have a whole arsenal of excuses, some of which are recycled and things that he heard a very long time ago, but others are new. He raises his eyebrows at a couple of them, though you don’t know if he’s just shocked at your attempts or actually impressed. None of them work on him though. You should have remembered that he wasn’t a quitter.

“My shoes hurt,” you tell him on attempt number five. “You go, I’ll stay here.”

Clearly, this line of defence isn’t good enough either.

“Just one song,” Chan asks again as he stands up from his chair and picks up one of your wrists, this time. You look down at where he’s holding you, but he doesn’t. “Please? Just… for me?”

“When was the last time I did anything ‘just for you’?” You scoff incredulously, shaking your head.

It doesn’t. His eyes soften and he takes a small step closer to you, those perfect lips of his pressing into a pout.

He drops his fingers lower and squeezes your hand lightly. “Too long ago. I miss it.”

Something in his stare looks a little far away and you wonder what exactly it is that he’s thinking about. Is he remembering the times you would bring him his favourite snacks when he was sick, ice his injuries after gruelling dance practices, brush sleep out of his eyes early in the mornings when he stayed up too late and couldn’t get out of bed, but really needed to make it to his 8AM classes? Is he remembering when you’d put band-aids on his papercuts? Make sure his laptop was fully charged when he had long study days? Pick him and his friends up from the bars and let him lean all his weight against you as you dragged him into your apartment?

(Those needy nights where you’d let him call you the prettiest girl in the world as he snuggled into your side and nuzzled his cold nose against your warm cheek? When you’d let him tell you, without even rolling your eyes, that you were his everything, the reason he had any strength, the love of his life, the only person he’d ever need—)

He uses your distractedness to his full advantage; as soon as the muscles in your arm go slack, he pulls you again and this time succeeds in getting you to your feet. You stumble a few steps towards him and he ends up leading you all the way over to the dance floor, grinning proudly the entire time.

“One song,” you stress, hanging your head to try and conceal the fact that you’re definitely blushing hard.

“Just one,” he lies, glancing back at you.

You know he's lying, too. High-flying job aside, he’s always been a dancer at heart: when he turns around to face you, there’s a glint in his eyes that says ‘one... or five.’

Confirming your suspicions, seven songs later, you’re still up there with him. You’ve stopped caring about your dumb shoes, or having too many sets of eyes on you, or whether anyone here is murmuring about it. How could you mind, when he keeps finding little ways to touch you again? When he’s singing his heart out, serenading you with corny 90’s love songs, hand on his heart and everything?

How could you mind, when he so clearly doesn’t care?

And the thing is… no part of you thinks that this is a bad idea. It could never be a bad thing to let somebody make your heart race this way and your brain so fuzzy; just seeing him grin at you as he extends his hand out, waiting for you to take it, feels like being twenty one all over again. And when he spins you and spins you and spins you until you’re dizzy, falling over your own feet and staggering until you land against his solid chest, laughing… when he catches you in both arms, and darts his tongue out over his lips at the exact moment you look at his face…

Perhaps your rare moment of unabashed bravery is spurred on by the way he drinks you up like an elixir. Perhaps it’s spurred on by the way he adjusts himself to hold you tighter against him, perhaps it’s spurred on by the fact that this right here is exactly what you feel like you’ve been missing. Whatever the reason, you hook a finger through one of the belt-loops on his pants and manage to find your voice long enough to speak.

“My room or yours?” You ask, quietly enough only for him to hear, loudly enough that he can’t mistake you.

Letting out a breathy chuckle, he brings his palm up between your shoulder blades. “Don’t care,” he says, ducking lower and brushing the tip of his nose against your own. “Just… pick one. As soon as possible.”

A few people have already started to leave: couples with young families, older relatives who are getting tired, friends who have work in the morning, so you don’t feel too bad about slipping out into the corridor with Chan in tow as soon as you’ve grabbed your things. The elevator door closes behind you and you feel the mechanism start to pull you upwards, away from the hotel’s function room and towards the fourth floor to your own suite. Chan presses kiss after kiss to the back of your neck as soon as you’re alone, hands slipping around your waist and joining together just below your belly-button.

“They have… cameras in these, you know,” you sigh, tilting your head to give him better access anyway.

He chuckles quietly, nosing just behind your ear. “Okay?” He says, kissing you there too, bunching your dress in his hand and pulling it a little higher up your thigh. “So what?”

“So… fucking… public indecency,” you laugh, a little taken aback by his brazenness.

It’s hard to be stern with him when he’s acting as if he never forgot how to press every single one of your buttons. Hell, as if he never stopped pushing them, in the first place. You lay one hand over both of his and squeeze gently, encouraging his teeth to keep grazing over the skin of your shoulder. You’ve never had any resolve when it comes to him. He clearly hasn’t forgotten.

Just as you’re relaxing into it, the elevator pings and you jolt away from him just in time for the door to open. The middle aged woman waiting to get in eyes you both as you rush out into the hallway and Chan grabs hold of your hand: you’re fairly sure she sucks her front teeth just before the door closes, but you don’t care. You’re too busy counting the rooms until you get to yours.

409, 410, 411…

“You look so fucking good right now,” Chan groans as you whip turn a corner and he quickens his pace to catch up, walking so fast he should probably be running instead.

421, 422…

“423,” you breathe, fumbling in your purse for the key-card.

In a flash, you wave it over the sensor and pull down on the handle: before you have the chance to get dizzy from the speed of the turn, Chan has you pressed against the door from the inside. He doesn’t wait to be invited. He barely gives you the chance to catch your breath from your power-walk from the reception. Both his hands press into your hips when he brings his mouth down against yours, lips scorching hot, lifted up at the edges in a grin. Your knees go weak and you hold onto his biceps for stability, which… maybe, with how thick and sturdy they feel beneath your palms, isn’t a great way to help you calm down.

When his tongue presses into your mouth and he tastes you for the first time in what feels like forever, you know the only thing keeping you standing is his strength. His hands, pinning you to the wood behind you. His body, pressing against you everywhere it possibly can. His muscular thigh, slotted between yours, giving you something to relax down against but also, to find a tiny little bit of friction from.

He dips down a little lower, looping his hands around you just below your ass, and with a quick movement he lifts you up off the floor completely. You hook your ankles together behind him, shifting to get higher up on his hips: when he steps away from the door, you drop your head down to his shoulder and a smirk replaces his prior very needy expression, feeling how warm you are at your core now your dress has hiked up around your waist.

“Say you want me,” he says, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. He knows you do.

“Huh?”

Chan repeats, “say you want me.”

You grasp harder at his hair and pull, but he doesn’t move away from your neck, just keeps kissing you at your sweet-spot until he’s walked a few paces to the middle of the room, holding you up over the hotel’s generously sized bed.

“Say you want me, and I’m yours.”

He’s… yours?

It takes you a moment to process it but you don’t have to think twice about how you respond, even though your stomach flips at this very open-hearted confession. The entire way back up here, part of you expected this to be little more than a one-night-only special event, but…

“Shit,” you whine, feeling his fingers slip beneath the thin fabric of your underwear at your hip and tug. He pulls back from you at the sound of your voice, determined to look you in the eyes when you say it.

Faces just inches apart, you admit, “I– I want you, Chan. Please. I want you so much.”

He bounces you up a little bit higher to get you to unhook your ankles and proceeds to basically drop you down onto the mattress, pushing both his shirt sleeves up to his elbows and reaching for his necktie. In a manner you can only describe as obscenely smooth, he grabs the knot and pulls, tugging it side to side to make it looser. The expensive silk comes undone easily. He balls it in his fist. You watch him toss his tie to the side, snap open a few more buttons, and with heavily lidded eyes, he plants one knee on the comforter, before crawling up the length of your body until you’re face-to-face again.

You take care of the remaining buttons on his shirt for him as he trails his lips all over your throat, your chest, your shoulders: even down your arms, to the crooks of your elbows, everywhere he can reach with your clothes still on. When his upper body is bare, he disregards the fact that you’re still wearing anything at all and kisses down your torso anyway.

He lays between your thighs and presses his lips to them, too, pushing your dress up higher until it’s bunched up around your ribcage. One of his hands pushes your panties to the side and the other one reaches up to grab hold of yours, pulling it down to lace your fingers back into his hair. You do as he silently asks, and you swear his eyes roll back into his head at the first little pull.

Chan always liked giving, but he loved it when you used him like a little toy, tugging and moving him around until you couldn’t handle him anymore.

Some things never change.

You’re about to tell him that he doesn’t have to do this. That you could take him now, if he wanted to hurry and get to it, because you’re already feeling yourself flutter at the thought of having him buried inside you. But his lips part and you feel the tip of his tongue drag through your folds, separating them, exposing you; he collects your arousal and swallows it back, pressing his tongue into your hole, swirling it around your clit, sending sparks up and down your spine.

That ridiculous, stupid idea dies magnificently. You let Chan lose himself in you, and in equal parts, you lose yourself in him. In the cold bite of the ring decorating his middle finger as he trails them down your sensitive skin, in the way he grunts and moans and praises you between your legs. You selfish– and selfless–ly let him have his way, right up until you feel so tense you could snap.

Sure, you could let yourself come undone like this. Easily. In seconds, even, because he’s got you right there and you’re battling not to let it wash over you. But there’s something you need even more than the euphoria of your own release.

You scrunch your fist in his strands so hard that it forces him to pull away from you, gasping and cringing at the sting. At this, before he has the chance to ask what’s wrong, why you’ve stopped, if you’re okay, you press up onto one elbow, straps hanging off your shoulders, your own hair a mess. Somehow, Chan still looks up at you with glittering eyes, so shiny you can see their sweet, questioning gaze even in the dark.

“Need you, now,” you tell him, your chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He wipes over his lips on the back of his hand and nods, pulling himself up onto his knees. You let go of him and tug your dress up over your head while he fiddles with the buckle on his belt.

“Flip over,” he says huskily, tugging it free just as quickly as he did with his tie, and when it thunks to the floor, you hear him start to move his pants down his legs too.

You do as he says, turning onto your front, bracing yourself on your knees with your hands clasped together beneath your head. Your back arches naturally for him, pressing your hips higher into the air; his breath catches at the sight of you, your perfect ass, your dribbling pussy.

It’s his favourite view. Always has been. Shit, nothing since the last time he was with you has ever come close.

“Deep breath for me,” he says, so soft in comparison to the way his fingers on one hand grasp at your hip and you feel the blunt edges of his nails digging into your skin. You inhale through your mouth, loud enough for him to hear. “That’s it. My good girl.”

He’s so fucking hard when he finally drags his tip through your folds, so heavy and thick when he pushes inside you inch by inch. The stretch is more intense than you remember, and despite slowly letting the breath you sucked in leave your lungs, you feel all of your muscles go tense. Your eyes squeeze shut. Your torso goes tight. You know your cunt hugs him because of how he lets go of his length and lays his hand flat in the middle of your back, dragging his thumb back and forth, trying to soothe you through it.

“Easy,” he says to you, slowing but not stopping until he’s buried all the way inside you. He’s so deep, you swear he nudges something he shouldn’t. So far inside you that you don’t know what to do with yourself. “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

It’s a little difficult when you feel more full now than you ever have, but slowly, you manage to loosen up and it’s only when you give a small nod of your head and an 'mhm' that he starts to rock his hips back and forth. Shallow, to start with, but with the angle he slides into you at, he might as well be going full depth, full force, full speed with how feverish this already is. You bunch the comforter in your fist, letting those familiar sensations of being fucked by Chan take over, letting the discomfort subside until it's replaced only by pleasure.

By which point, he's stopped treating you like a fragile doll, and has started to handle you like the person he wishes he never lost.

Those dancer hips haven't gone to waste, you realise, as he snaps them fluidly into you, the harsh slap of skin-on-skin punctuating every single sound that escapes you both. Sometimes, he pulls you back, spearing you wholly on his length, letting you do some of the work and control the pace. Sometimes, he holds you completely still so that he can have it all.

At all times, you feel yourself losing your mind piece by piece. Though you've tried to be with other people since that horrendous breakup, it's never managed to stick, and you find yourself thinking that maybe in a way, you were waiting for him. Hoping that one day, he'd waltz his way back into your life and sweep you off your feet and make sure you never forgot just how well he can give it to you. Praying that the universe was going to give you another chance.

One of his hands slips around your waist, now, and you feel him come down lower, pressing his chest against your back. His thrusts stop being so long and instead, he settles for harsh, deep ruts. His fingers find and start strumming over your clit, and you can feel yourself start to break apart with gasps and choked moans and whines of his name.

You're done for, and he knows it, but he still teases you as he kisses up your spine.

"Wanna feel you come, pretty girl," he says. His fingers move so easily that it takes everything you have not to collapse beneath him. “Missed feeling this pretty pussy around me. Wasn’t the same watching you play with it on the phone.”

You hide your face in the comforter and gasp, that beautiful heat starting to rise up inside you again. “Fuck, Chan—”

“That’s it,” he guides you, grunting with every little spasm of your walls. “Missed you so much.”

“I missed— missed—” you try to say, but he finds just the right pattern to make you squeak and you tug harder at the sheets. “Oh my God—”

Your universe explodes as he hits just the right spot inside you and you feel your peak slam through you, hips jerking back to meet his until there’s no room for any air to pass between your bodies. Chan stills, letting you ride yourself through it, easing up a little with the pressure of his fingers but still keeping them moving to milk every ounce of pleasure that he can from you.

With your thighs still shaking, you buckle downwards and he slips out of you unintentionally as you fight to catch your breath. You’re still seeing spots, still trying to put your thoughts in the right order, but when he smooths his hands over your ass and down the backs of your thighs, still up on his knees behind you, you slowly start to come back to Earth.

You slowly move round to lie on your back so you can look up at him, his still hard, now soaked cock sitting heavily against his thigh. He settles his hands on your knees, and you lean over to the side to pass your finger over one of the light switches. The one behind the headboard flickers to life and illuminates him: a sheen of sweat makes his broad frame gleam, his rosy blush makes your chest stutter.

“I missed you too,” you say quietly, unsure now if he was just saying so in the heat of the moment or if it was the truth.

You never needed to worry, though. Not if the way he drops down onto one elbow and kisses your newly regained breath straight back out of your lungs, cupping your cheek with his other hand is anything to go by.

“You meant it, then? You really want me?” He asks, pulling away only to drag his thumb over the corner of your mouth. You nod, turning your head a little and pursing your lips forward, pressing a kiss to his skin.

“I never stopped,” you tell him.

Little celebratory fireworks start to dance in his pretty eyes.

“Yeah?” He breathes, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him. “Good. Neither did I.”

thank u so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! as always, likes, reblogs, comments & feedback are so so appreciated.<3 thank u so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! as always, likes, reblogs, comments & feedback are so so appreciated.<3

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thelov3lybookworm · 4 months

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You Think I Wanted This?

Summary: The king does not care for anyone's opinion but his own, and he is being entirely serious.

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A/n: first fic for fourth wing 🥳 as y'all know, all that goes through my mind is forced marriage trope, so...😏

Enjoy my babies! ❣️

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The day was gloomy, and thunder had been cracking until an hour ago.

Y/n was grateful it had stopped, as she could continue studying without flinching every few moments. She had an important test coming up, and being King Tauri's only daughter, she had the pressure of getting good grades on her shoulders.

If only to show the people not everyone a failure in the royal family.

Y/n sighed, setting her pen down and rubbing her eyes with cramping fingers.

It was getting dark, and soon she would leave for having dinner with her family.

A knock drew Y/n from screwing her eyes out, and she called out to let them in.

Her older brother, Halden, stepped in, smiling. "How are you today sister?"

"Tired. You?"

"I'm good. You have been summoned. Father wants to meet you in his private office."

Y/n's brows furrowed. What could he want from me?

It was almost never that her father summoned his kids, and when he did, it was rarely in his private office. Those were for important matters, and he deemed his children... not important.

Y/n stood, closing her book and turning to her brother, stretching slightly. "Do you know why he has summoned me?"

He shook his head. "No idea."

"It can't be good." She mumbled, glancing into the full length mirror that took up half of the wall opposite her bed to make sure she was in an attire considered appropriate for court meetings or formal business, then followed her brother out of her room.

He was the second oldest of all the kids the king had, with Y/n being the third and Cam being the fourth, who was away in the rider's quadrant.

Y/n envied him.

"If it helps, I saw a few authorities and riders entering the office when he told me to retrieve you."

Y/n frowned, falling in step next to Halden. "That did not help."

He gave her a helpless smile. "My apologies then, princess."

She rolled her eyes, though a smile made its way onto her face. She wrapped a hand around his arm, hoping whatever the matter was, it was nothing grave.

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Y/n paused outside her father's office, tugging her brother to a stop, who turned to her with furrowed brows.

"What is it?"

She placed a finger against her lips, nodding towards the two people standing nearby, whispering to each other furiously, obviously locked in a heated discussion.

Halden's eyes narrowed. He nodded to the empty spaces next to the door, which was suspicious too, considering there should have been two guards on duty manning the door.

Y/n turned away, staring at the ornately carved door to her father's office. She decided it was worth the risk, and slowly pressed her ear to the wood.

The voices were faint, but she could make out the words.

"So you want to... what? Separate Riorson and your daughter?" That was definitely her father.

"Yes, your majesty."

"And why is that?"

"Because bonded to two of the most powerful dragons, they have the power to overthrow you. And I still don't trust the Riorson boy." It was the voice of a female, and Y/n felt like she knew who it was, but she couldn't place the voice.

"But wouldn't acting on your plan put him closer to me, and indirectly give him access to more resources to take over?" His voice was sceptical, and Y/n wondered who this woman was.

"No, your majesty. Away from my daughter, he would be weaker than if with her, and you yourself know how dangerous they can be together."

Y/n heard her father sigh, but before she could hear his response, someone touched her back, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

She whipped around, holding back a yelp, and glared at a grinning Halden.

"What?" She snapped.

"Did I scare you, Y/n?"

She slapped his arm, huffing, annoyed that he found her amusing.

His smile faded, though, as he glanced towards the two people nearby.

That was when Y/n noticed that they were staring at her and Halden, having walked closer while Y/n had been eavesdropping.

Y/n's eyes snagged on the man, his muscular arms wrapped across his chest. He was gorgeous, and Y/n wondered if he was even real. Because, surely, someone could not be this handsome, right?

Or maybe the gods simply deemed him their favourite.

Y/n blinked when someone moved in her periphery, realising she was staring, and swiftly looked away, heat rising to her cheeks.

A moment later, Y/n decided to glance at the two people again, noting that the other one was a female.

Her brows furrowed as she eyed the braid hanging over the girl's shoulder, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Y/n knew that she had met this girl.

Y/n cocked her head at the possessiveness in her eyes.

"I feel like we've met before. Have we?" Y/n questioned.

"On a couple of occasions, yes, we've met. I'm Violet."

It took Y/n a moment to place the name.

"Violet... Violet Sorrengail?"

Violet nodded, her hand coming to rest on the man's bicep. "And this is Xaden Riorson."

"Fen Riorson's son." Halden murmured.

A weird feeling spread through Y/n. "You are the Riorson boy they are talking about?"

His eyebrows- one scarred- rose, and Y/n realised she was the only one who heard the conversation going on on the other side of the door.

She swallowed, glancing at her brother before addressing Violet. "Is your mother in there?"

"Yes." Violet's eyes were filled with confusion.

"And are you and Riorson involved... in any way?"

"I- Yes?" Violet whispered, her eyes wide. "How did you know?"

Y/n sighed, horrified. "Did you tell your mother about it?"

"No. But what are you getting at?"

"Obviously, you saw me trying to listen in. Your mother was talking about separating you two."

Everyone's jaw dropped open, and this time Riorson spoke up. "They- no one knows though, and those who do would never betray us."

His voice did something to Y/n, but she reminded herself that he was unavailable. And he was also not the type of man she would go for anyways.

"Well, they know. Surely something might have happened, and she made that connection. Whatever it is, they are planning to-"

Halden's fingers wrapped around Y/n's arm suddenly, and he pulled her closer and turned her to face the door a moment before the door actually opened.

There, stood General Sorrengail, Violet's mother, and she simply ignored her daughter and Riorson, meeting the eyes of Y/n and Halden, bowing her head in deference, as was necessary.

"Prince, princess. Your father awaits your presence."

She held open the door as Halden and Y/n shuffled in, then beckoned the other two inside.

The office was massive, though sparsely furnished.

"Father." Halden bowed at the waist, and Y/n curtsied.

"I am assuming you have met Riorson here. I have summoned you here today because I have news for you."

Everyone stayed silent, anticipation building in the air.

"As we all know Riorson has dedicated his life to our kingdom and has promised he has only our best interests at heart, has proved time and time that he is willing to do anything for our kingdom."

Y/n held her breath, her gut telling her this was not going to be good.

"So in reward, I will marry my daughter to you, Xaden Riorson."

Y/n's heart stopped beating for a moment, before starting up again at a speed she failed to count, and Y/n wondered if it would gallop out of her chest entirely.

"You can't be fucking serious." Violet blurt out, then her wide eyes stare swung to her mother, who smiled sligtly.

"We are entirely serious, rider." The king said, his expression saying all about how displeased he was about her outburst.

He then turned to Y/n and Halden, his brows rising.

"You better start preparing. The wedding will be in two days' time."

And they were dismissed.

Y/n didn't miss the disbelieving look thrown her way by both Violet and Xaden, but she was not going to argue with her father.

They didn't know what would happen if she did, and she was in no mood to speak out when she could not form a single coherent thought that was not I hate him.

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@bubybubsters @artists-ally here it is, the fic i was telling you about 😏

(Not tagging others in case they havent read fourth wing and dont wanna be tagged 😉)

#xaden x reader #xaden riorson #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #rebecca yarros #fourth wing headcanons #xaden headcanon #fourth wing fanfic

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octoberclidan · 11 months

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Don't Tell Anyone

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: could you write a fic where the reader takes care of a sick and emotional dean? just a lot of comfort and caring

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Story:

"Hey Sam, you seen Dean yet?" [Y/N] asked as she walked into the bunker's kitchen to find Sam enjoying a coffee. It was almost noon, she'd slept in late after only arriving back in the bunker from a long hunt at 4am that morning.

"Haven't seen him". He shrugged, taking a sip from his coffee. "You sleep okay? I thought I heard you up and moving around earlier when I was leaving for my jog".

"You went for your jog this morning? Do you just not need sleep?" She asked, sitting down opposite him.

"I may have slept most of the way on the drive back last night". He smiled sheepishly before getting up to make her a coffee. "I'd say he's still asleep, it was a long drive, even for him". He set the coffee down in front of her and sat back down. "How come you were up and awake earlier?" He asked again and she shrugged.

"I woke up and couldn't really sleep, so I did a bit of tidying".

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah". She smiled at him and took a sip of her drink. "Thanks for this".

"Of course. I'm heading out on a supply run, do you need anything?" She shook her head and he stood up, walked around to her and bent down to press a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll see you in a bit, try wake Dean up if he doesn't get up on his own in the next hour, he'll get annoyed if he sleeps in too long". She nodded at him and he left her to drink the rest of her coffee. Sam and Dean were always looking out for her, ever since she moved into the bunker, they did little things for her like make her food, check up on her, give her hugs and forehead kisses. She suspected that they both liked having someone that they could look after, someone who returned their affection, though they'd never admit it out loud. Sam was like a big brother to her, and Dean was... well, Dean was a bit different. The truth was she was worried about him. The hunt had taken a lot out of him, and he looked completely drained by the time they'd arrived back in the bunker. He looked pale, he had bags under his eyes, and he barely said a word to either of them before he closed his bedroom door behind him. She hadn't been tidying her room earlier that morning, she'd been pacing back and forth debating with herself whether or not to go check on him.

Dean wasn't great at opening up to people. He was a great listener to [Y/N] when she needed it, but he wasn't a great talker when he needed it. He was amazing at showing how much he cared for her, but the moment anyone tried to show that they cared for him, he'd brush it off. He'd never let her stitch herself up after a hunt, but he'd insist on stitching himself up if he could. He didn't like people asking if he was okay, and on the occasion that either [Y/N] or Sam were pestering him about his emotional state, he'd snap at them and shut them out for days. That's why, even though they were very close, [Y/N] had decided not to check on him that morning and to just let him be, let him come out in his own time.

She finished her coffee and went to shower and get dressed, she wasn't planning on doing anything too strenuous for the day, her muscles still aching from the hunt. An hour after Sam had left, Dean still hadn't made any appearance. She'd walked past his door a couple of times going between the bathroom and her room, and she'd noticed that there was no light under the door.

She was sitting in the library filling in her journal about the hunt when Sam arrived back after another hour had passed. "Hey, wanna help me put some things away?" He asked her, and she hopped up to take a bag from him. They set the supply bags down on one of the tables and began to sort through them, making a pile for the kitchen, a pile for the bathroom, and a pile for the infirmary. "So is Dean up? I was going to suggest we go out for drinks tonight". Sam said as he started to go through the pile destined for the kitchen, putting all the items into one of the empty bags.

"Oh, I uh.. I didn't wake him up". [Y/N] said as she busied herself with the pile for the bathroom. "Is this conditioner for you or for me?" She held up the bottle of expensive brandname conditioner and Sam's cheeks went a bit pink.

"I thought we could share it". [Y/N] giggled at how embarrassed the hunter looked and packed it into the bag. "So, Dean's not up? It's well into the afternoon now, it's not like him". He picked up his now full bag. "Why don't you go wake him up? See if he wants to go out later".

"I don't want him to be annoyed at me for waking him".

"He won't be annoyed if you come bearing gifts". Sam winked at her and took a small boxed pie from the top of the bag, handing it to her. She sighed and nodded at him as he left the room. It was time to disturb Dean. She walked down the corridor to his room and stood outside, noting that his light still seemed to be off. She felt nervous, she hated it when Dean was annoyed, especially when it was directed at her. They didn't fight often at all, only really ever having one major argument, but for small things, like eating the last of his pie, or waking him up before he was ready, he'd give her the silent treatment. Whenever she looked back on it she could see that he was being childish, and she actually found it quite funny and would have a little laugh about it with Sam afterwards, but when it was happening in the moment, she hated it.

She took a deep breath and knocked on his door. No answer. Thinking maybe she wasn't loud enough, she knocked harder. Still no answer. She stood there for a moment listening to see if she could hear any movement from inside the room, but there was nothing. Finally, she pushed the door open. It was dark, but the light from the hallway lit up Dean's bed, and he was lying in it. He was on his stomach, his hands under his pillow and his face towards [Y/N], his eyes closed. She walked towards him carefully, she knew that even in the sanctuary of the bunker he still sometimes slept with a gun under his pillow after a hunt. "Dean?" She called out quiety, keeping a safe distance. He didn't respond. "Dean?" She tried again, a bit louder. He breathed in quickly and his eyes opened, looking lost for a moment before he saw her.

"What?" He mumbled.

"Are you okay? You've been in bed all afternoon".

Dean grumbled something before turning his head to face away from her. She took a step closer to him.

"What did you say?" She asked him, but he only grumbled again into his pillow. She took another step closer and reached out her hand to touch his shoulder, to find that he was radiating a lot of heat and the shoulder of his t-shirt was wet. She pulled her hand back in shock before reaching over him to place the back of her hand against his forehead, causing him to grumble again. "Dean, you're burning up! Why didn't you come and get me or Sam?" She pulled back his cover in an attempt to cool him down a bit, and once again he grumbled. "I can't hear you if you talk into the pillow".

He finally looked up and glared at her. "I said, I tried, I couldn't get out of bed". Her eyes softened as she looked at him properly. He was just as pale as he had been the previous night, the bags under his eyes were now darker, and now his eyes were red too. He'd been crying. She set the pie she'd been holding down on his desk and then sat down on the edge of his bed.

"You're sick Dean, you have a temperature". She pushed his damp hair off his forehead to feel it again and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I know".

"Will you put away the tough guy attitude for a minute and let me take care of you?" She looked him in the eyes and watched as his wall tumbled down. His lip quivered and his eyes watered as she moved her hand down to cup his cheek, he closed his eyes and let a tear drop down as he couldn't help but lean into her touch. Her heart broke for him, she'd only ever seen him cry once before, and that was on a very difficult hunt when he thought Sam had died again. She knew he must be feeling extremely under the weather to break like that. "Dean... come on, sit up and let me give you a hug before I go get you some water and something to get your fever down". She put her hands behind his shoulders and helped pull him up, noticing that his shirt was soaked completely. Ignoring it, she pulled him close and he leaned his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her and wincing slightly at the ache he felt from the movement. "I've got you". She whispered, running her fingers up and down his back.

Dean showed no sign of letting go, so after a few more minutes she pulled back, not missing his whimper. "I'm going to get you some cold water and some flu medicine, Sam just finished a supply run so we should be all stocked up". She moved to stand up but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down into a hug.

"No, don't go". He mumbled into her shoulder. She couldn't help but melt at the rare vulnerability he was showing her. She let him hold her for another few minutes before even she was getting too hot from his skin contact.

"Okay, tell you what, I'll go get some stuff that will help you get better, and then I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep. How does that sound?" She asked. Dean didn't answer straight away, but eventually nodded against her neck and pulled away, leaning back against his bed's headboard. She quickly leaned forward and kissed his forehead, smiling when she saw his face relax from her touch, and left the room to go and find Sam.

She found him in the kitchen, putting stuff into the fridge. "Hey! Get Dean up?" He asked as she walked into the room.

"Yeah... he's not getting up any time soon. He's sick, looks like the flu. He's looking pretty rough". She sighed and Sam turned around to give her his full attention. "Did you buy Tylenol earlier?" She asked him and he nodded.

"Yeah I did, I'll go get it, I'll meet you back in his room. Is he coughing or anything?" Sam looked worried, neither of them got sick very often, especially Dean. He began walking to the door, turning back to wait for an answer.

"No I don't think so, just the fever, he seems a bit... emotional too".

"Emotional?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, like, needy".

"We should get the fever down quickly, he's not gonna be happy with that". Sam chuckled before leaving the room. [Y/N] filled up a glass of water, and added a lot of ice. She grabbed a towel and dampened it in cold water too, then made her way back to Dean's room. He was still sitting up when she walked in, but his eyes were closed.

"Dean? You awake?" She asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. He nodded without opening his eyes. "Okay, let's get that shirt off you, okay? Can you raise your arms?" He nodded but didn't move his arms. "Dean? Your arms?"

"You wanna see me naked?" His voice was slurred and his eyes were still closed but he did manage to smirk.

"I want to get your shirt off, it's soaked from sweat and you're overheating in it". She blushed a little and was glad he wasn't opening his eyes to see it. "If you raise your arms I can help you get it over your head".

"You wanna see me naked". He chuckled but raised his arms up a bit. She bit her lip trying not to laugh, not wanting to encourage him, and helped pull his shirt off.

"Hey, got the Tylenol". Sam walked into the room, a small tub of pills in one hand and a thermometer in the other. "You look like shit". He said as he approached his brother. Dean mocked him and opened his eyes for the sole purpose of rolling them at Sam, but let him take his temperature. "Here, take his temperature every thirty minutes or so to monitor it. It's high but not too bad". Sam handed the thermometer and pills to [Y/N]. "Good luck with him, come get me if you need anything". He patted her shoulder and left the room. [Y/N] put the thermometer down and handed the cold glass of water to Dean along with two pills, which he quickly knocked back.

"Lie down, I have a cold towel for your forehead". She said as she took the glass back from him. He did as she said and began to pull his covers up but she stopped him.

"You're too hot Dean, no covers".

"Thank you". He smirked at her, this time it was her turn to roll her eyes at him.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" She sighed at him as she placed the towel on his forehead. "Do you ever feel insecure?" She giggled as she noticed him smirking again as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered so quietly she almost didn't hear him.

"Yeah". She whispered back.

"Don't tell anyone".

"I won't". She promised.

"Sometimes I feel insecure around you".

"Me?" She wasn't sure what he meant.

"Yeah, you're so pretty. I like looking at you".

"You're delirious, it must be the fever". She reached across to get the thermometer but Dean opened his eyes and the smirk was gone, he looked completely serious as he grabbed her wrist.

"I mean it, I look at you all the time... I imagine things about you".

"Dean..."

"No like... Nice things. I imagine you cuddling up to me when we watch a movie, I imagine holding your hand, and long hugs, and kissing". He was staring straight into her eyes as he said these things, and she felt her cheeks heat up.

She cleared her throat. "Why don't you try and get some sleep? You must be tired".

"Do you not imagine those things too?" He suddenly looked sad and hurt.

"You tell me those things again when you're not sick with a high fever and then we can talk about it, okay?"

"You don't like me back". A tear fell from his eye.

"Aww, Dean, of course I like you back". She quickly brushed his tear away with her thumb, then kept her hand on his face, stroking his cheek lightly.

"Why would you like me?" He sniffed.

"Well, you're kind and caring, you make me laugh, and you're actually really sweet".

"I'm hot too". He pointed out, pulling another giggle from her.

"Yeah, you're hot too, but you already knew that".

"If you think all of that then why don't you kiss me?" She felt the familiar sensation of butterflies in her stomach. Even a sick Dean Winchester who was pale with dark circles under his eyes was still undeniably attractive. She leaned down and quickly kissed his cheek, pulling back to see his eyes were closed and he was wearing a smile. His grip on her wrist loosened and she realised he'd fallen asleep. She smiled to herself before leaving to go get her journal, she'd decided she could fill it out in Dean's room so she'd be there if he needed anything.

She spent the next couple of hours filling in her journal and reading over her previous entries, making notes here and there as she thought of them, then moved on to doing a bit of research. She'd checked Dean's temperature a few times as he slept, and she was glad to see that it was gradually going down. She'd replaced the cool towel on his head too, and Sam had come in to check on both of them, bringing her some dinner at some point. It was late evening when she put down the book she'd been reading and yawned. She pushed the chair back to get up and check Dean's temperature again when he stirred, woken up by the sound of the chair scraping along the floor. "Hey". She smiled at him.

"Hey". He said back, looking around. The dark circles under his eyes had brightened up a bit, but he still looked tired. "How long have you been in here?" He asked, pulling the towel off his head.

"Most of the day". She said, gesturing at the stack of books she'd been going through.

"You not worried about catching whatever it is I have?"

"If I do then you'll just have to look after me instead". She smiled at him. "Are you hungry? You should have some water". Dean sat up as she handed him the glass and she sat down beside him.

"Not really. Seriously though, you should go, what if you get sick before I'm better?"

"Well then Sam can look after both of us. Do you want me to go?" She asked as she took the glass back from him, and he shook his head.

"No, I guess if you've been in here all day with me then you've probably already got it. Let me feel your forehead".

She giggled at him. "You're not gonna be able to tell, your hands are too warm".

"Then take your temperature". He attempted to reach over for the thermometer in her hand but she pulled it back.

"I'm looking after you, remember? You should go back to sleep, it's late. I'm gonna go back to my room, I'm tired too, but if you need anything just text me, okay?"

"You're leaving?" His shoulders dropped.

"It's night time Dean, I need to go to bed".

"There's a bed here". He frowned at her.

"Your bed is kind of already taken". She smiled at him and stood up.

"Wait! No, look, there's room for one more, see?" He moved over in the bed, leaving a space for her. She'd never seen him use puppy eyes before, there was no way she could say no to him.

"Are you sure?" She wasn't sure a not-sick Dean would be comfortable with sharing a bed with her. They'd shared beds before while out on hunts, always out of necessity though. There was no need for [Y/N] to sleep in Dean's bed tonight when her own was just across the hall.

"Can I tell you another secret?" He asked and she nodded. "I like when we have to share a bed. You snuggle up to me and it's really nice, I sleep better when I can hold you".

"When you're better you're going to hate yourself for saying all this and being all soft". She giggled. He gave her another pleading look and she gave in, lying down beside him. He immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked his head into her neck. It was a bit uncomfortable with how hot he still was, but when he started to rub his thumb against her waist, combined with her already sleepiness, she drifted off.

***

[Y/N] felt like she was floating, up and down, slowly and steadily. Then she felt a light breeze on the top of her head, in time with the floating. The next thing she became aware of was something trailing up and down her back, and then the sound of breathing, which matched both the up and down motion and the air she felt on her head. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on Dean's bare chest. Looking up she caught his eyes looking down at her. "Morning". He said, continuing to run his hand up and down her back. Suddenly feeling self conscious, she looked back down.

"Sorry... you asked me to stay, and you were sick, I couldn't leave but I needed to sleep".

"Hey, it's okay, I remember I didn't really give you a choice". He chuckled and brought his hand up to hold the back of it against her forehead. "I think you have a temperature". He whispered and she laughed and looked up at him. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to make you sick... but I do really like sharing a bed with you, I slept very well". He smiled at her and she blushed, surprised that he was saying that now that he didn't seem too tired or sick.

"I slept really well too, but I do feel a bit achy now that I'm awake". She began to nervously trace her finger around his tattoo, very much aware that she was still on top of him and he hadn't made any move to get her off him.

"How about you stay here in my bed and I look after you? I'm feeling a lot better". He offered.

"I could go to my own bed?" She countered, hoping he would tell her to stay again.

"You could, but your bed is smaller and I don't know if we'll both fit in it tonight". He started to play with a strand of her hair. She'd never seen Dean nervous before, but he was avoiding eye contact while waiting for her to respond.

"I like this open version of you". She smiled at him and he chuckled.

"It's just for you. Don't tell anyone, especially not Sam". He brushed the strand he'd been playing with behind her ear. "Speaking of Sam, why would I get out of bed to get you medicine when I can continue to hold you and just text him to get it?"

"Do you remember everything you said yesterday?" She asked him.

"I remember telling you I liked you, that you're pretty, and I remember you kissing my cheek". He reached over to grab his phone to text Sam. "How about once we're both better we go out, like for drinks or something, and maybe I could get a proper goodnight kiss". His smirk was back and she lay her head back on his chest nodding her head.

"Yeah, I'd like that".

"Then it's a date Sweetheart".

The end

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dress - drew starkey

SUMMARY: requested by @willowpains - a fic with drew based on the song ‘dress’ by taylor swift

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: none

You weren't sure when this thing between you and Drew even started. You couldn't even describe what it was.

All you knew was how you felt when you looked at him. What he could do to you with a simple glance. It was getting out of hand, you’d both admit that. You couldn't even be in the same room together anymore without giving each other the infamous "let's get out of here" look.

It was a miracle no one had noticed, especially your cast mates. It was almost comical actually, that they hadn't. You knew they were clueless simply because if they knew, they would never leave you two alone about it. Madeline in particular, would have a field day with the information.

Maybe it made sense that no one suspected it, because admittedly you and Drew were an unexpected pairing. You were as different as two people could be, at least from an outside perspective. You'd always appeared to the media as innocent, shy, reserved, in other words - completely opposite of Drew Starkey.

You never would have thought you could feel this way about him, about anyone, actually. The moment you saw him though, you realized just how insanely wrong you were. You were an added character for season three of Outer Banks, and Drew had been the first person you met on set. One singular look at him; dressed in a suit, hair buzzed, smile on his face, and you knew you were done for.

You became extremely fast friends, going out to eat after nearly every day of filming, sharing things with each other like you'd known each other your entire lives. Within weeks, you couldn't imagine your life without Drew, and you considered him your best friend. Until you quickly realized you were much more. The rest is history, really.

There was a small, teeny, tiny part of you that wanted to tell your cast mates, to tell everyone, but you just loved the excitement too much. The risk of getting caught was thrilling. The thrill fueled your relationship - physical relationship, that is - and God did you love it. The stolen glances and 'innocent' touches in crowded rooms, the everlasting feeling of anticipation, the perpetual desperation you felt to just be near him. There was nothing else like it.

But that small part of you had been coming out to play more often recently. You wanted him to be yours. I mean, technically he had been for awhile, but you two were the only ones aware of this. You found yourself wanting to make it known that you weren’t just best friends like everyone thought.

But for now, until you figured out what you really want, and what Drew wants, you were fine with the thrill of it. You even had a little game you liked to play - drive Drew as crazy as possible in the most public of places. You had your game in mind when you picked out the dress you were wearing now as you sat across from Drew. You sat in the limo with the rest of the cast outside the red carpet for the season three premiere, meeting his eyes every couple moments to see him already looking at you.

You glanced down at your red silk dress, innocently adjusting the V-line to display a little more. "Y/n, that dress is absolutely gorgeous!!!" Maddie said next to you as soon as she'd noticed your attire.

"Oh my god it's stunning!" Madison said from the spot next to Drew, leaning toward you to touch the fabric.

Chase, Rudy and JD agreed with a simple approving head nod and "you look good."

Everyone's heads turned to an uncharacteristically quiet Drew, who was oh-so not subtly staring at your neckline. He snapped out of it after a second too long, "yeah-um, you look great," he managed to get out, tearing his eyes from you and down at his phone. "Shouldn't we get out there?"

A couple looks were exchanged before everyone agreed, positioning themselves to get out of the limo and immediately onto the carpet. As soon as the door opened, you could instantly hear the screams of fans and the shutters of cameras. "Woogity-woogity baby," Rudy said to all of you quickly, before being the first one to step out of the car.

You chuckled to yourself, before pasting a camera ready smile on your face. You got out second to last, Drew right behind you as you walked closer to the chaos. Before you could make it to where the rest of your cast mates were, already posing for the photographers, you felt a familiar hand on your waist, followed by a low whisper in your ear, "what do you think you're doing?"

You turned your head just slightly, so you could see him out of the corner of your eye. "Walking toward the red carpet?" you said innocently, smile still plastered on your lips, only growing when you saw the fire in his eyes. Not an angry fire, a lustful fire. Exactly what you anticipated.

His grip tightened around your waist, and he flashed a smile and a small wave to the fans that had spotted you two. “Why did you pick that dress?” he practically whined in your ear.

You shifted your body around, leaning into him ever so slightly careful to not seem suspicious, craning your head up so your mouth was by his ear opposite of the fans. "So you could take it off,” you whispered so quietly you weren't sure he'd be able to hear it. Drew's eyes widened, his polite smile for the audience faltering as he let out a breath. You pulled yourself out of his grip, a proud smile on your face at the confirmation that he had definitely heard you.

You walked toward the middle of the red carpet with an excited wave of your hand toward the fans, leaving Drew to quickly compose himself in front of hundreds of people.

You didn’t see or speak to Drew for nearly the entire rest of the time on the carpet, and you just knew that wherever he was, he was losing his mind. There was a reason you’d picked tonight to wear this dress; it was the busiest night of the year for you and the rest of the cast. Meaning you and Drew would never be able to slip away unnoticed, and you knew that would drive him insane. And maybe, just maybe, it would put the idea in his mind that things would be better if the world knew about you.

Now, standing at the bar at the after party you couldn't help but search the room for Drew. You leaned against the bar, mindlessly downing the drinks the bartender gave you as you waited for Drew to make himself known. When you finally found him, he was already staring at you from across the room. You didn't know if it was the alcohol's effect on you, or just your desire to finally be with Drew in public that made you start walking toward where he stood talking to Chase. You were nearly within his reach, when someone stepped into your pathway.

"Hey y/n!" Madeline said excitedly, her loud voice indicating that she'd also found the bar.

Your eyes stayed fixed on Drew for a moment, who'd witnessed the interruption. You looked at Madeline with a smile, "hey Mads. Having fun?"

You fell into a drunken conversation with Madeline, and you'd be lying if you said you were aware of what you were talking about. When you saw Drew stifle a laugh after Madeline had made a joke, you realized he was within earshot, and a plan formed in your intoxicated head. You fiddled with the straps of your dress in an obvious way with an obnoxious groan. "This dress is so uncomfortable," you said to Madeline with a sigh, "I think I'm gonna go change."

Madeline nodded her head mindlessly, "yes, go change. I'll see you later!" she slurred, pointing at you with her index finger. You let out a laugh, and turned around to walk toward the bathroom.

You only made it about halfway to the hallway before being stopped by a hand on your shoulder. You smiled widely, immediately knowing that your plan had worked. He was like a damn dog on a leash.

You turned around quickly-maybe a little too quickly-because you practically crashed into him, a chuckle involuntarily leaving your lips. Drew steadied you quickly, placing his hands on your hips.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he said after a moment, only a slightly hushed tone.

You pointed behind you to the bathroom, “to change,” you said simply, a knowing smile on your face.

His eyebrow raised, “I remember you saying I would be the one to take your dress off,” he said with a smirk, leaning in closer to your face.

You kept your eyes on his, not even thinking about who could be watching this interaction. “What are we waiting for then?”

Drew smiled and wasted no time slipping his hand into yours, pulling you along with him toward the hallway. You leaned into his chest as you walked, unable to hold in your chuckle at his eagerness. As you walked, you caught a glimpse of a few people sending confused looks your way. “Drew, people are looking,” you whispered, looking up at him to check for a reaction.

Drew simply tightened his grip on you, turning his head to place a kiss on your cheek. “Let them,” he mumbled against your skin.

“It’s about time,” you said with an ear-to-ear smile.

As the two of you stepped into the bathroom, you heard the angelic sound of Drew’s hearty laugh and the click of a camera.

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The Rebound 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Curtis Everett

Summary: after a divorce, you try to start over.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You get up early on Saturday. You’ve made up your mind, you’re not going to let your ex ruin your progress. So you missed a few days, that doesn’t mean it’s over. You can always pick up and keep going. You’re not starting over, you’re finishing what you started.

You head into town first. It’ll add some extra kilometers to your daily walk, just a small dent in what you skipped. You stop by the bakery, closer to a cafe with its steaming espresso machines, and pick up an Americano for a boost. No dairy, no sweetener, you’re sticking to that at least.

You resist the call of the strawberry tarts in the display and thank the woman behind the counter. She’s younger than you and she owns this whole place. A pang of envy nips at you as you turn to go. You feel like you missed out on the years you could’ve built something of your own.

You set off, blowing over the slot of the cup’s lid. The brew fills your nose with its rich scent as you set down the path towards the trees. Up a hill and the coffee’s cool enough to taste. You nurse it slowly as you wind around the rise and fall of the village.

You enter the woods, this time from the opposite edge and the shade of the leaves cools the sweat on your nape. You sigh and take a rest, leaning on a tree as you savour the flavour of the diluted espresso.

You nearly spill as you hear a twig snap. You turn and look around either side of the tree. You’re not used to the strange noise of the wilderness. Out there, something’s always moving, something’s always fluttering or chittering.

The trail stretches on and you follow it down to the babbling stream. You’re close to done the coffee, you hadn’t thought about what to do with the cup. Oh well. You hang onto it as you near the water’s edge.

You stare down at yourself. The ripples distort your reflection and yet, not very much. You’ve got some padding to lose around your thighs and tummy. Maybe even your upper arms. You need to put more energy into walking. You’re older and your metabolism can’t keep up.

You sigh and drain the last of the coffee, choking the bitter dregs in the bottom. You crush the cup flat and slide the lid inside. You drop your shoulder and spin on your heel. A yelp lodges in your throat but can’t escape. You grip your chest as a figure stands watching, so silent and unmoving he nearly blends in with the trees.

“I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you,” you gasp as you drop your hand.

Curtis blinks and doesn’t say a word. He steps forward, treading down to the river, stopping just a foot away from you. It’s like he didn’t even hear you. You stutter and snap your mouth shut, slowly retreating.

“It’s fine,” he says at last and bends to dip his hands into the water. “Ran into some skunkweed.”

“Oh, uh, that’s… cruddy,” you utter awkwardly. “I was just going.”

He continues to stir his hands in the water. You back away and look down at the cup in your hands. The tweeting of birds tweaks in your ears.

“Nice to see you back,” he says, so low, you’re not sure he truly said a word.

You stop, “pardon?”

He stands and shakes his hands off, “out here.”

“What do you…”

“I have traps,” he gestures to the trees, “for rabbits.”

You frown, “oh, I didn’t see you…”

“Habit,” he shrugs, “hunter’s instinct, I guess.”

You flick your fingers over the curled brim of the cup. You know some people like the game around here but they usually go up to the northern patch, not down here. You nod and try to smile, “didn’t think there was any big game around here.”

He just stares at you, “I make do.”

“Right,” you shiver out a breath, ��anyway… I’ll be off.”

He nods, “see ya around.”

“Sure, um, enjoy your book… and your hunting.”

You slowly make your way towards the trees. You pass between an oak and slender birch before you peek back. He just watches after you, unmoving. You try to shake off the goosebumps as you turn back to the path. You stop on the trail and crane back again. He’s gone.

The smell of moss and dirt drifts up from the river behind you. You crush the cup in your hand and the lid pops out. You bend to pick it up and hear something snap. You stand up so quickly it makes you dizzy. You whip around, searching, the trees adding to your disorientation.

You stumble and set yourself straight. One foot in front of the other. Keep going. Faster. Faster. It’s just the wind, it’s just a squirrel or a rabbit. It’s nothing. Those twigs snapping, the branches rustling, it’s all just natural.

As you come in sight of the treeline and the open expanse of the fields, you’re almost running. You stop just as you escape the forest. You let the question bloom in your mind. How could he have seen you all as you had no idea he was there? Why hadn’t he said hello?

You slow but not much. Your lungs burn and your calves ache. You shouldn’t think too hard about it. Curtis is just quiet, he’s not much of a talker. Yet, the man you saw in the woods seemed much different than the one in the library. The way he looked at you, as if taking the measure of you, as if you were prey.

No, it’s all in your head. Don’t be silly. The woods are desolate and eerie, it plays tricks on you. Besides, look at you. You’re definitely not drawing any unwarranted attention. Not from anyone but your bitter ex.

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A Sunny Outlook

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: After everything Andy has been through, his outlook on life is a bit jaded. Until you show up. Word Count: Almost 1.3k Warnings: Defending Jacob spoilers/Mix of canon and canon divergent (talk of divorce, child death), slight angst, opposites attract, future smut and feels (it's me), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Tenth and final day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to new couple, Grumpy and Sunny! Set in the same AU as Hottie and Sugar, I mixed up my list a bit and plan to share Thorn and Rose at a later date. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Andy edit by the beautiful @randomagnes0210. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

If you would’ve told Andy Barber years ago that he’d be living his life today as a tattoo artist, he wouldn’t have believed you. He had his path carved out. Life didn’t care what people wanted though, no matter how hard they worked to get it.

“Um, Mr. Barber?” Jake called out to him from the desk.

"How many times have I told you to call me 'Andy'? For fuck's sake," Andy snapped.

"Sorry, Mr. Bar- Andy!"

Andy took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. He didn't mean to snap at Jake. He was a good guy. One of the nicest around. It wasn't his fault he was in a bad mood.

Which was his mood most days.

"No, I'm sorry," he said.

He wasn’t always a jaded man. Though his dad had been in jail his entire life, he thankfully had a good childhood overall. It helped set him on his path to become a lawyer, as he wanted to help others. He also made a promise to himself to be a good father if that day would ever come. He thought he had that chance to make that dream a reality with his college sweetheart, Laurie.

As a lawyer, he enjoyed his work. It challenged him and helped him grow. It was also stressful depending on the case. Long hours and seeing some people at their worst didn’t always leave him in the best headspace. But he had his wife and they had their son, Jacob.

Life was good.

Until his world got a little darker.

“This isn’t working, Laurie.”

“No, it isn’t."

Andy couldn’t put his finger on why and he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad that Laurie was on the same page. Love took a lot of work and sometimes it wasn’t enough to make a marriage last. Not that they didn’t give it a try. They met with a counselor. Neither of them stepped out on each other. They wanted desperately to make it work for their kid.

But the loss of their son solidified the end of their marriage.

“Andy, I know you blame me.”

The thing is Andy didn’t put that on her. It was the bad weather that caused her to spin out of control. But she carried guilt for fighting with their son before the crash. It was something she couldn’t let go of.

The divorce was as ammicable as it could be, but it didn’t stop him from feeling like a failure. Work couldn’t distract him either. How was he expected to help people, some who were not even innocent, when he couldn’t help himself?

Tears filled his eyes as he sat in his empty house, trying to figure out what the hell was he supposed to do with his life. He didn’t want to go back into the office. He also didn’t want to drink himself to death. In a drunken stupor he called an old friend of his.

Steve Rogers.

One of the most honorable men Andy had the pleasure of knowing. While he went off to law school, Steve joined the army. The last he heard, he became a tattoo artist with another friend and army buddy, Bucky Barnes. He felt like an ass calling when he hadn’t reached out in so long, but the inebriated part of his brain didn’t process that.

“I don’t know what to do,” was all he said on the voicemail.

He woke up the next morning with a text message from Steve: “You any good at drawing?”

It was the beginning of his new chapter.

"You are never gonna get laid if you keep snapping at everyone," Hal winked as he walked by his chair.

"Get fucked," he said with only a hint of malice as Hal chuckled.

"I'm tryin'!"

"Give him a break," Steve said from his station, but he was smiling, too.

Like Jake, it was hard to get mad at a guy like Hal. A charming piercer who drifted from place to place before he met up with Steve and Bucky, he did some of the best work in the city. He was sure some came into the new shop just to hit on him.

"What is it, Jake?" he asked as he stood up and stretched.

"Your consultation is here about the sun tattoo," he explained, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. "Said she saw some of your work online."

Andy took another breath. He prided himself on the portfolio he built. It took him time to build and he didn't have as much clientele as Steve and Bucky, but he was slowly catching up. He was proud of the work he accomplished.

"Yeah, send her over," he said. He had a few minutes before his next appointment. "Thanks."

Jake rushed off before he could say another word, likely afraid he'd snap again. He'd have to apologize again later. He should've been happy. The opening of the shop went well. He liked his place in the city.

What the hell was his problem?

"Hi!"

Andy blinked when you stood in front of him. He wasn't used to seeing such a cheerful smile on someone’s face. Not directed at him, at least. He would've thought it was fake if not for the kindness in your eyes.

Ironic that you wanted a sun tattoo since he saw the world as much darker a long time ago.

Would the sun still shine in your eyes if I had you spread out under me?

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

He didn't lust after potential clients. He hadn't even done one night stand after Laurie. Why did seeing your happy, beautiful face make him want to change his mind?

Why did your smile get to him?

"Um, I can come back another time," you offered, as if you inconvenienced him by walking over.

The mere presence of you rendered Andy speechless until he remembered he had to speak.

"No, it's okay. Please, have a seat," he stood up to pull a chair over. "I'm Andy."

Your smile was back on your face as you gave him your name.

Beautiful, just like you.

"I just want to say real quick that I love your work,” you said as you took out your phone. “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to get in so quickly.”

"I appreciate that,” he said. The compliment meant a lot. “It’s a sun tattoo you want, right?"

“Yeah. My friends call me Sunny because I’m what they call a ‘big ball of sunshine’,” you explained.

“I can’t imagine why,” he deadpanned. You looked like you were trying to hold in a laugh as you set your phone down. “Something funny?”

“Do people tell you that you’re grumpy?” you asked curiously. "Or is it a requirement that at least half of the staff here have to look intimidating?"

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he wasn’t the least bit offended. “People tell me almost every day."

“I can’t imagine why,” you echoed with a smile.

"And if only half of us look intimidating, then we aren't doing our job."

“Don't worry. I won't tell," you mock whispered.

He actually smiled back at you before he frowned and cleared his throat. He refused to let you consume his thoughts, even if your bright aura began to chip away at his tough exterior. “Then why don’t you tell me more about your tattoo.”

He listened intently as you explained the kind of sun design you wanted and where. He had a feeling by the time he finished your consultation, he'd be in a much better mood. Even if he didn’t want to be. And your tattoo would be his best work yet.

Andy's world may be a bit brighter thanks to you. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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johnslittlespoon · 29 days

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Ok going anon for this one lol. So your posts about edging made me think of the opposite like I have such a kink for John coming too early like he is so turned on by Gale he can’t help it. (Thinking of one of those 5 things fic too like 5 times John finishes too early). This also feeds into my John praise kink which is my favorite like what if John just comes from Gale praising him? Gale would find it super hot and delight in making him come untouched or come in his pants. I’m just so into needy!desperate! John.

YUPPP yuppp this shit lives rent free in my head oh my god. needy desperate john is everything. i agree 1000%– with other people john's been with, he's been balanced, doesn't get worked up by specific tiny things, doesn't feel on the verge of coming in his pants from a stray look.

but with gale? the slightest thing sets john off, and sits at the front of his brain all day, getting him more and more flustered until they're finally alone and any restraint is out the window. (he's literally galesexual)

the first time it happens, john is mortified, tries to cover it up with his usual loud–mouthed confidence, cracking a joke when he recovers, but gale is just like fuck. fuck, that was hot. they're probably proper making out for the first time, and john's pressed to the navigator's table in an empty plane, and gale tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth so briefly, but suddenly john's spilling into his own briefs with a ragged moan, fingers digging into gale's waist.

the awkward "oh." from john when his vision comes back, and gale's breathy "did you...?" and john's reluctant nod. gale groans against his lips, pushes back into the kiss hard, pressing his hips against john's, head spinning with how hot it is that he got off on so little.

and the praise kink would for sure feed into it, it's such a thing for both of them– and as much as gale likes being praised too, there's just something about watching john absolutely glow when he sweet talks him, telling him how well he's doing, how pretty he looks; gale can't get enough of the reactions he gets from it.

but one evening john's deep in that pliant, floaty headspace, probably on his knees between gale's legs, face warm and flushed with a mouth full of dick. gale's just barely rocking his hips, hands petting at john's hair, being so soft and sweet with him, murmuring about how he's doing so good, taking him so well, so pretty on his knees for him.

and then he tugs gently at john's hair to get him to look up, admiring the hollow of his cheeks, the pink of his lips around him. groans low in his chest and rumbles out "oh bucky, such a good boy for me." and john whines loud around him, eyes rolling back before they snap shut, hips bucking up against nothing as he comes untouched, thighs shaking where he keeps his hands firmly in place because he hasn't been told he can do otherwise.

gale barely keeps it together as he watches his jaw go slack around his cock, quickly pulling out to jerk himself off, rambling out praises as john falls apart beneath him, painting the prettiest face and lips to the tune of john's raspy broken whimpers as he trembles between his legs, curls all wild and knuckles white with how hard he's gripping his thighs. it's the hottest thing gale's seen and he definitely leans into it in the future, wanting to see if john can get off without a single touch, just by listening to his voice.

#that'll do donkey that'll fuckin do #a 5 things oneshot with this concept would be SO fun to write #i may have to add that to the wip list because goddd #there are very few things i like writing more than whiny men coming in their pants! clearly! my ao3 works speak for me!#buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid · 8 months

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I recently reread you REVENGERS show story and I just wanted to praise you about how incredibly well written and entertaining it is.

The asgardian funeral scene with "Æ og du" playing? GOLD. Literally made me tear up while reading it for like 7th time.

Loki using his magic to heal Thor's eye and just them TALKING?? On GOD that shit was beautiful! I LIVE for those two and their chaotic but loving sibling dynamic.

Eris being a buddy of Groot and Rocket? Fantastic! Gives her character so much rich history and makes her overall feel more connected and well-grounded in that universe. It's the little details man

And now to a personal highlight of the story to me:

The interactions between Loki and Bruce/Hulk.

Just the way Loki is weary of the Hulk, as is Banner of Loki, yet they still are low-key fascinated by each other. Like when Loki did a double take when Hulk told him he knows he's hiding something. Or when Banner was trying to make peace with Loki in the hallway and offered to be friends. They even somewhat care about each other's wellbeing to the point where Loki tries not to hurt Hulk when he... hulked-out and even APOLOGIZES to him for using the tesseract on him, or Bruce's first fear after waking up is that he may have killed Loki. They have such an interesting dynamic. Are they reluctant teammates? Are they starting to honestly care about each other? Who the hell knows! All I know is I'm rooting for Loki to find a friend that actually likes him for who he is. And if that friend happens to be Banner/Hulk, then that gets extra pluspoints from me. Can you imagine Tony's reaction to that tho?

AHHHH so okay first of all, thank you for this message, it made my morning. and it's beautifully timed because coincidentally, i ALSO just reread the entire revengers series! i've been trying to wrangle the remaining plot points into some kind of order where everything makes sense and flows in a satisfying way (like, i know almost everything that i want to happen, just not how and when to make it happen) but i think i'm finally making some headway!

re: the thor and loki talk, the very first moment of quiet in the plot came along and i was like AH YES finally time to address the fact that thor's best friends are all dead! but i liked making it not about heartache and grief so much as it was about remembrance, you know? i feel like asgardians have an interesting relationship with grief since, like, valhalla is supposedly a real actual place. it's just neat. and also obviously i needed an excuse for thor and loki to have a..... sort of genuine heart-to-heart. emotionally stunted brothers style, anyway

and maaan oh man i'm SO glad you like bruce and loki's interactions! because they've become some of my favorite scenes to write! loki was terrified of the hulk in ragnarok only to be like "hello bruce 😌" when he sees him next, which was fucking hilarious to me and absolutely required that i expand on these two. and for bruce it's like... you know when the brother of one of your closest friends is also the guy who was responsible for a literal mass casualty event in new york? the same guy that you then pounded into a tile floor like a pit bull with a stuffed animal? but he's, like, a god, so he survived and then he did some time in prison and now he's sort of on your guys' side and also living on a spaceship with you? yeah? you know that feeling? we've all been there, right?

here's the real question: was bruce's worry about whether he killed loki as the hulk about not wanting to kill anyone as the hulk, or was it because he's starting to genuinely care about loki's wellbeing? who knows! bruce certainly doesn't! regardless, they WILL be close friends by the end of spending nearly two years on a spaceship together. you really can't not, and they have so much in common! do you think loki might be able to relate to being something destructive and monstrous and terrifying? and hating that part of yourself and wanting to get rid of it? ugh god i have one line in particular that i've been sitting on and DYING to use between the two of them (fun fact: this line is the one that prompted a friend over DMs to say "sam i am chasing you with a knife" so. do with that what you will) and i swear it's coming.... eventually 👀

oh and tony WILL be completely and utterly gobsmacked by it lmao, they finally land on earth after two years and they're in the middle of introducing the Loki Problem™ to american (or norwegian?) authorities, and tony's there because it's avengers related so of course he's there, and loki says some offhand thing under his breath that makes bruce just fucking lose it, like, choking trying not to laugh in the middle of this very important diplomatic meeting and tony's like. oh sure, the mass murderer is funny now. he tells jokes. cool. cool cool cool hey, just wondering, did i enter an alternate reality just now? am i finally losing it? bruce? had any weird interactions with a mind stone lately? buddy? the fuck?

anyway. yeah. i'm itching to write more of this, and trust me, i have been :)

#exceleo #sam answers stuff #revengers: the show #the mcu writing train is finally picking up some speed again!#which is good because those three commissioned fics are due in like three months!#but yeah i'm bouncing between them and the revengers and the opposite set of people get snapped fic #feels good to be back 😌 💅

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sturniolos-blog · 3 months

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Adopted - Sturniolo little sister fic

so i am not taking credit for this whatsoever, @sturniololoco is to take credit for this and i love her work so i hope this is okay. (lmk if it’s not) But i thought of this request and wanted to act on it myself, i don’t believe this is already a fic.

this fic is for anyone who is not white or is of a different race, for example i am hispanic and mixed but deal with lots a racism and get called the n word, so this is a fic about being the sturniolos little sister but dealing with racism.

warning: swearing, complete racism, use of the n word but censored out, mentions of fighting and blood

im only writing this to give examples of real life, no harm is meant to be done ‼️

the reader will take place as a teenager, younger mostly maybe early teens.

enjoy !

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Being mixed was hard, especially going to a practically all white school with maybe a few kids of a different race there.

I knew i would eventually have to feel with racism, especially since my older brothers are white and im adopted, but i didn’t know it would be this bad.

I snapped out of my thoughts as i was going to walk towards my group of friends but some girl stops me, monica, no one likes her, she’s literally the talk of the school, we used to be best friends but she was really fake, and she talks to me sometimes, we aren’t tight but we definitely don’t hate each other,

“Hey, it’s your month.” She smirked at me.

I scoffed, “What?” My face turning to a confused one as i looked at her, people walking through the hallways trying to get to their next class.

“Black history month,” She laughed.

“The fuck did you just say to me?” I got in her face as the hallways were clearing.

“Get to class guys!” A teacher yelled before walking in her class room.

Monica began to walk away, i grabbed her arm though, “Finish what you were saying, say it again and see what happens.”

“It’s your month, you fucking weirdo, you’re family is not even your color you’re not even supposed to be with them, no wonder they don’t show you in videos they’re probably too embarrassed to have someone who is dark as fu-”

I cut her off with a shove, her back that had her backpack on it was slammed into the locker.

“Say it again!” I dared her, dropping my bag on the ground.

“You’re a fucking n***** and a sp*c.” She said in my face, i lost it.

I punched her in the face and shoved her again, she went to grab my hair but i grabbed her hand and pushed it back against the locker, kicking her knee before punching her in the face, her nose starting to bleed, she smacked me in the head but literally did nothing.

I grabbed her by her nasty old sweatshirt and swung her to hit the other set of lockers on the opposite wall, she let out a grunt,

“Ow!” She yelled loudly. She was on the ground with tears, not that she was crying but probably involuntary tears from the pain.

“Don’t try me.” I scoffed, grabbing my bag and starting to walk to my class, making it in to spanish.

“Why are you late?” My spanish teacher, Ms.Gonzalez asked.

“I got the schedules mixed up, sorry, it won’t happen again.” I apologized.

“That’s fine.” She said, Ms. Gonzalez was a nice teacher, let everything slide, sort of dumb too but that’s okay.

I went and sat at my desk, shit.

I totally forgot Monica is in this class.

Where is she?

I thought to myself before pulling out my spanish stuff.

“Hey, you okay?” My friend Aliyah leaned over and asked me,

“Yep.” I smiled.

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About 15 minutes go by and the phone rings, Ms.Gonzalez answers, picking up the phone,

“Hello?” She asks, getting some sort of answer before she looked around the room, her eyes stopped on me, “Yep, i have her.” She smiled.

I tried to focus on my spanish work, but-

“Y/n? they need you down in the office, bring your stuff.” She said.

I sighed and nodded, packing my stuff up, Aliyah looks at me confused,

“Don’t worry about it.” I whispered before leaving the classroom.

I got down to the office and i saw Matt, Chris, and Nick all sitting there. God, that’s embarrassing.

I opened the office doors and smiled at them, but soon dropped my smile as they all gave me death glares, even Matt, which was crazy because he was supposed to be the nice chill brother.

Matt’s knee was bouncing up and down and he was biting his nails, slouched slightly. Nick was on his phone, biting his lip and Chris was sat with his head back, up at the ceiling.

I see my principle walk out from his office, chris sitting up, nick putting his phone down and matt not slouching anymore.

“May i speak with one of you?” He points at my brothers, mom and dad must be at work.

Matt sits up, “You can talk to me.” He smiles, standing up.

My principle nods, “Great, right this way.”

My principle turns to me first, “Go see Ms.Lee, she wants to talk to you.” He says, talking about the vice principle. My principle was a very nice guy, but i wasn’t the best student ever so you’d find me in the office sometimes, but i usually talked to Ms.Lee, she was a nice lady, i usually filled her in on drama.

Matt and My principle walk into my principles office and he shuts the door.

I see Ms.Lee come out of her office and point at me, a disappointed look on her face, she makes the ‘come here’ motion with her finger.

I give one last glance to chris and nick before walking to her office and sitting down, she shuts the door and walks back behind her desk, sitting down and sighing.

“Whats up, Ms.L?” I laugh.

She gives me that look and i immediately stopped.

“Sorry,” I coughed.

“What were you thinking? Monica already told me the whole story so don’t even think about lying, i mean come on you argue with everyone i get that but hands on fighting? That’s absolutely crazy coming from you, y/n” She said, shaking her head.

“She called me the N word, called me a spic, told me it was my month, said i don’t even belong in my family!” I defended myself.

My vice principle went to talk but i cut her off, “I obviously know fighting is bad and i would usually never hit first.” I clarified, Ms.Lee rolled her eyes.

“-But that really hurt, bad. Plus, actions speak louder than words so,” I shrugged, leaning back in my seat.

“She told us you went crazy on her for nothing.” Ms.Lee said quietly.

“On my life, what i told you is what happened. She was being mad racist towards me.” I said.

Ms.Lee nodded, “You’re suspended for a week, i’m sorry but you drew blood.” Ms.Lee shook her head.

“Okay, does she get anything?” I asked, my knee bouncing up and down.

Ms.Lee hesitated, “We-” she sighed and looked down, “The most we can give her is an in school suspension, maybe two days.”

My mouth dropped, “Ms.L, you’re kidding.” I scoffed. “You understand how unfair this is, right?”

“Yes, but we can’t do much, we don’t have audio from the camera, all we see is you talking and then you shoving her and punching her in the face,” Ms.Lee said softly.

“But- i- i only-” I teared up and shook my head, “This is bullshit.” I whispered.

Ms.L nodded, “I know, honey. I’m sorry.” She said, a knock then came on her door, it opened and it was my principle,

“Y/n, it’s time to go home now. We will see you next week.” He said.

I nodded, “Thanks.” I whispered, walking out.

Matt was standing up, his hands in his pockets, Nick and chris got up when they saw me,

“Ready, kid?” Chris put his hand on my back.

“Chris.” Matt scolded him as we walked out of the office.

We made it to the car and got in.

“On a scale of 1-10, how mad are you guys right now?” I cautiously asked.

Matt scoffed, Nick gave me a sad smile before looking out the window, and chris started to speak.

“Well, i’m actually not that- ow!” He got cut off by Matt hitting him in the arm as we pulled out of the schools parking lot.

I sighed and looked out the window, my fingers tapping on it slightly,

“Where’s mom and dad?” I asked.

“At work.” Matt said. His monotone voice giving me the chills.

“Okay, but do you even know what really happened because-”

“Y/n, shut up! You beat up a girl who just asked you for the homework answers, the fuck is wrong with you?!” Matt yelled harshly, he never yelled at me. Ever.

Tears welled up in my eyes, “Matt!” Nick yelled at him. “Don’t talk to her like that!”

“Calm down bro.” Chris patted Matt’s shoulder.

“That’s not what happened.” I said, my voice cracking.

“Then what happened, huh? Tell us, because your principle gave a very good explanation to us.” Matt said, making a right turn onto our street.

“She-” i took in a breath, i looked at the rearview mirror and see matt with his jaw clenched.

“She called me the n word, a spic, told me it was my month, and that i don’t belong in our family because im dark. She also said thats why you don’t show me in videos.” I said, playing with my hands.

Matt stopped the car as we pulled into our driveway.

“She what?” He turned around after turning the car off.

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We got inside and i dropped my bag on the floor.

“Y/n, i’m sorry i had no idea-” Matt started.

“It’s okay,” I said as i took a seat at our island.

“Mom and dad are gonna be so mad.” I whimpered.

Nick put his hand on my shoulder, “We will talk to them. Promise.” He held out his pinky and i interlocked it, smiling at him.

“Great job defending yourself, y/n, not the best way you coulda gone but we are proud.” Chris said, Matt then gave nick and chris a look to give us a moment, so chris nodded kissing my forehead before him and nick walked to their rooms.

Matt sat next to me, “I’m sorry i freaked out. I love you, you know that right?” I nodded at his words.

“I’m sorry i disappointed you guys, it was so bad, matt, it hurt so much-” I let out a sob before he pulled me in for a hug, kissing my cheek and letting me cry in his chest, i heard him sniffle in my ear.

“You didn’t disappoint us, okay? We love you, so so much, nothing will change that. We don’t put you in our videos because you were to young, but your older now so you can be in as many as you want,” Matt pulled away from the hug and took my face in his hands.

“Okay? we love you, i love you. I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve any of that, you are a beautiful young girl, okay?” Matt whispered, i nodded and he kissed my head. Hugging me again.

Maybe it was okay to be adopted.

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I wrote this in like an hour, i hope this was okay. And i hope you guys like it, love you!

Also, should i start a tag list?

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #spotify #sturniolo #littlesister #sturniololittlesister #racism

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swtnrcmnt · 9 months

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୨୧ -- pink ribbons; e.m

warnings; swearing, fem!reader, eddie's a fucking perv lol, reader's very innocent and kinda ??? oblivious

a/n; the first time i'm actually writing a fic and diving into a somewhat (but not really) suggestive realm in my writing. also hi i love the new girl trope but what's new

from the moment he saw you walk into the english class on the first day back from summer break and head over to the seat next to him of all people, he knew this was going to be an interesting year. from the pink ribbons in your hair keeping your braided pigtails together to the white frilled socks accompanying your mary jane shoes, you were the total opposite of him in every single way. and he loved it.

"is this seat taken?" you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. he had been hearing about you as the 'new girl' and had seen you out with nancy around town one or two times but had never seen you up close. he knew you were pretty, but he didn't know you were that pretty.

zoning back in, he finally replied. "oh. uh, it's not. you can sit." he smiled up at you, removing his bag from the chair and setting it next to him on the floor.

while you took out your notebook, folder, and pencil he watched attentively. he noticed your manicured nails, they were almond shaped and baby pink. he noticed how your cardigan was a bit too long and covered some of your hands. and he especially noticed how neat you were with everything you did.

breaking the silence between you two, he finally spoke up. "so, you're new to hawkins?" you nodded your head while muttering a soft 'mhm' as you wrote the date in your notebook

august 4, 1986 ♡

he paid special attention to the heart next to the year. everything about you was just so.. cute. even though he barely knew anything about you and it had only been a few minutes of sitting next to you, there was something about you.

"i came from florida. dad got a new job here so i didn't really get a say." you said, turning to him to make eye contact. "that must suck then. i bet you miss hot and sunny florida huh." he said, slightly pouting.

"mmm, not really. especially this time of year. it always gets too hot. plus, i'm looking forward to fall in a small town." you said, smiling.

and that was the start of it.

since then, you and eddie had become friends. although you did end up joining the cheer team and most days ate with them, you always made sure to stop by the hellfire club's table to say hello and give him one of your snacks that you packed every day. his special request was always a box of nerds. though you always suggested that he eat something that wasn't straight sugar.

"great suggestion angel, but i'm gonna stick with the sugar." was always his excuse to why he won't eat healthier snacks.

now, eddie always thought you were attractive and sort of always had a crush on you, ever since that first day of school in english class. but through getting to know you, the crush, and slight obsession, started to escalate.

you fully consumed his mind, and he both hated and loved it. anytime he saw a pink pair of platform heels, he thought of you. olivia newton-john starts playing? you.

it got to the extent he even thought of you while he was in his bedroom pleasuring himself. you, you, you. it's all he could ever think about.

which is why he couldn't control himself when he saw you at school or on weekends. you always wore the shortest skirts and tiniest tops, and eddie's mega tall so the height difference would never help, especially with the way you always had to look up at him to make eye contact. and he never wanted to be a perv but he just couldn't help but look down at your chest, but he always made sure to never make it obvious enough to make you uncomfortable.

but his not-so-innocent thoughts always got the best of him. cute pigtails he would think to himself whenever he saw you wear them to your weekend get togethers, but somehow his perverted brain finds a way to turn something as innocent as your pigtails into something dirty.

he felt terrible for seeing you that way so often. but he needed you so badly he needed you to know at some point.

so he calls you one night while he's smoking a joint and watching television home alone hoping the marijuana would calm his nerves. "yes eddie?" your somewhat raspy voice signaled to him you were already asleep even though it was only 10pm.

"sorry for waking you, angel" "oh it's alright. what did you need eds?" the weed in fact did not calm his nerves as he was already shaking thinking about what he's about to ask you. he didn't realize he had zoned out until you called his name again. "eddie? it's late, was there something you needed?" you asked again.

"oh um yes. i know it's already ten, but i was wondering if you wanted to spend the night?" now this shouldn't have made him so nervous. you had spent the night countless times before. but with his intentions being different this time, he was a nervous wreck.

he was mostly nervous because he wasn't sure if you even saw him the way he saw you, but little did he know he had the same effect on you as you did on him.

so many nights were spent thinking about him in ways that made your tummy feel weird, but you never knew what it meant so you just kept it to yourself. you noticed all the times he stared at your chest, or at your ass, or when he would stutter whenever you looked up at him while you were sitting. the worst part was that these things made you excited. you liked eddie, a lot. and you knew he liked you back, it was so obvious. you only hesitated to pursue him because you didn't know if the feelings the thought of him brought you were normal.

"um. sure. i'll tell my parents i'm at nancy's. i'll be over in about 15 minutes." you agreed, seeing this as your chance to finally confess to him about how you've been feeling.

now eddie on the other hand was practically shitting his pants, and his thought out plan to when you reject his offer had to be forgotten. quickly cleaning his room to the best of his ability, although he knew you wouldn't mind either way.

he froze once he heard the knocking on the trailer door. had it already been 15 minutes? trying to collect himself he took a deep breath and headed to open the door for you. and once he did? oh my.

you were wearing almost see-through white short shorts with a lace tank top that cut just before the hem of said shorts, paired with an oversized cardigan. and my goodness, your face. you even looked perfect when you were half asleep with that lip gloss you always had on and long lashes. you even wore his favorite hair ribbons to sleep.

seeing you at his doorstep instantly made his jeans tighten. but you didn't need to know that yet.

"hey, come in let's go to my room." he opened the door wider to give you some space to walk inside. he couldn't help but watch as your shorts gradually rode up the inside of your thighs. no. he had to control himself.

"so, uh. before you go to sleep can i talk to you about something?" he said, sitting next to you as you already underneath the covers and cuddled into his bed. you always loved going to his trailer. you loved the freedom, being able to listen to music as loud as you could, never really having any rules when his uncle wayne wasn't at home.

getting out from underneath the covers and sitting on your knees to get closer to him, you put your head on his shoulder. "sure eds, what is it?" you said, looking up at him. he looked back down at you and sighed. "i don't know how to say this without being.. weird."

giving him a confused look, you removed your head from his shoulder. "just say it eddie, i'm sure it's not so bad." if only you knew.

part 2???? :')

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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Your Gareth fic is literally amazing! Well I mean your writing is but anyways! You don’t have to but I was wondering if you could do a pt.2 to lessons (the gareth fic) cause it was just so good and I really need Eddie’s reaction to hearing his cousin is now dating his best friend :-)

I got so many asks for this one so I just had to do it!

ST Gareth Emerson x Reader - Sneaky 🍋

Warnings: Slight smut, NSFW, MDNI, aggression, angst, language

Summary: (Takes place after the events of 'Lessons'.) You and Gareth had begun to date after that date in his garage, and now struggle to keep your hands off each other in front of Eddie.

Gareth glanced at you with a small smile from across the game table, as if you were giving him luck for his dice throw. As the die flung from his hand, the group cheered, recognizing the face it displayed as a twenty. You congratulated him with a nudge of your foot beneath the table, letting your shoe travel up his leg. He never once broke eye contact with you, save for checking his result, and his grin never faltered.

Eddie's eyes narrowed, his left twitching in annoyance. He'd been suspicious of you both for the few weeks that had passed since your drumming lessons. Every time he'd tried to ask one of you, Gareth would laugh it off, as if it were some ridiculous joke, and you'd gag on air, pretending to be revolted by your secret boyfriend.

"Are you kidding, man? Only in my dreams."

"Bleh! Ew, as if! You act like I have no standards at all!"

In reality, you found Gareth anything but repulsive. In fact, you were having trouble being separate from him, even here, sitting opposite form him was hard. Of course, you didn't mind sitting beside Dustin, but you'd much rather be beside the drummer, possibly even close enough to slyly tease him under the table.

After the game had wrapped up, you stretched, rubbing sleep from your eye, before standing up and grabbing your purse. "I'm tired..." you complained with a yawn. You watched as Gareth raised his arm to drape around you, and quickly slipped out of his reach. You both blushed at the close call and he stuck his hands to his sides.

"C'mon, nerd," he chuckled coolly, in an attempt to pass the awkward moment. "I'll drive you home." You nodded, turning to leave with him, only for the strap of your purse to be caught, halting you.

"Not so fast," you cousin chuckled suspiciously. "Wayne wants me to drive you, he made dinner and wants us home ASAP." Eddie smirked, turning to your boyfriend as he let you go. "That means your on babysitting duty, Emerson." Gareth's smile dropped, glancing at the freshman (and middle schooler) beyond his shoulder.

"What?" he protested, thinking up an excuse for why he couldn't take the kids home. "That's bogus and you know it! I can't fit five people in my car, it's not even big enough to fu-!" Suddenly, Gareth's eyes snapped to your wide ones, promptly shutting his mouth. Eddie glared at him accusingly.

"Big enough to what? Fuuuuh?"

The junior's palms began to sweat as he searched the room for a lie. "Fuhhh....Fucking-" he mumbled, trying to buy himself some time. "Fucking get groceries!"

"Groceries?" the DM cocked his brow.

"Yeah." your boyfriend stammered, twiddling with the hem of his flannel. "I can't even go get groceries for me mom, 'cuz the backseat's too small."

"Uh-huh." Eddie nodded, dropping the conversation for now. "Whatever, just take the Sinclairs home and I'll take Wheeler and Henderson."

Gareth sighed, relieved as the tension had faded. You did as well, walking to your cousin's van and hopping into the passenger side.

----

You wiped chicken grease off your lips, setting your napkin down beside your plate, answering your father's question about your last math test. "Yeah, dad, I passed the test." you smirked, eyes wandering to Eddie beside you. "Unlike someone we know."

Your cousin slammed his fists against the table. "Shut the hell up, (Y/N)!" He turned to his uncle, desperately. "Wayne are you just gonna let this little shit talk to me like this?"

The older man let out a tired sigh, simply wanting a peaceful dinner with his kids. "Stop it, both of you." he commanded lowly. "You two can't get along for ten minutes, can you?"

Eddie muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and kicking away from the table. "Can't see how I can get along with someone I can't trust."

"And what is that supposed to mean." Wayne cocked a disrespected brow.

"I just mean that your darling little princess is fucking my friend behind both of our backs and lying about it!" the flunkie snarled at his own outburst, satisfied that you were at last, getting in trouble with your dad.

"(Y/N) Munson..." he muttered quietly. "Are you sneaking around with this boy? In my house?"

You could feel tears well in your eyes, your heart struck with betrayal. "No!" you lied. "Even if I was, why does it matter? Ed brings home three different girls a fucking week!"

"(Y/N), Ed is older than you," Wayne tried to reason. "He's a man, and men have certain needs-"

"And I don't?! And if he's such a fucking man, why can't he either graduate, or just fucking drop out and get a job?" you argued, all of your now standing, and the tension thick as butter.

"Hey, you little bitch, don't fucking talk shit about me like I'm not fucking here!" Eddie defended himself.

"Yes, I know you're here, Ed!" you screamed in his face, ignoring your father trying to pull you apart. "I'm always fucking aware of you being there, because your constantly hovering over me and ruining my life! I couldn't have a boyfriend even if I wanted to because you'd chase him away! You're friends are the only ones I have because everyone at school is fucking scared of you and don't want anything to do with me! Oh, but I forgot, I'm the bitch for stealing your friends, right?!"

There was a beat of silence after your rant, the only sound being your heavy breathing. Tears had long since began streaming down your face and you felt all your pent up aggression coming to a head as you stormed off to your bed room, slamming the door behind you. "I fucking hate this family!"

You flung yourself onto your bed, weeping as it creaked beneath your weight. In truth, you wanted very badly to confess your relationship with Gareth. Eddie trusted him enough, and you're dad would love him if given the chance, and he was so sweet to you. It deeply pained you to have to keep him a secret. You sometimes dreamed of having him over for dinner, or your father taking pictures of you both the night of prom, but those all required your family to be aware of the love you shared.

Suddenly, your pity party was interrupted by a very soft tapping on your window. You lazily got up, parting the curtains to reveal a mop of chestnut curls and a warm smile. You opened the window, wet eyes widened. “Gareth, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.” he answered, his hands perched on the window sill.

“Are you crazy?” you sneered, worried to be by your still angry family.

“Crazy for you.” he snickered, climbing into your bed room.

“No, no, no! You can’t be here, it’s too risky!” you exclaimed, trying to hold him back, with little luck.

“Babe, relax, I’ll be quiet.” he grins, plopping down on your bed, cringing at the racket the springs made beneath him. “Starting now.” Your boyfriend watched you pace back and forth as you stressed, fingers tangled in your hair. As quietly as he could, he stood, stopping your in you tracks, but you failed to look at him. “Hey, are you okay?” Your gaze finally met his and he was enlightened to your bloodshot and glossy eyes, lashes stuck together and cheeks stained with tears. “Holy shit, have you been crying?”

“I got into a fight with Eddie...” you confessed, collapsing against his chest.

“About me?” he asked knowingly, his heart overtaken by guilt. You hesitantly shook your head, responding without looking back up at him.

“Us. Me, mostly. He told my dad that I was ‘fucking you behind his back’ and he believed him.”

“But...” he began, struggling to find a wording that wouldn’t upset you further. “You are?”

“No,” you whispered sadly. “I’m not. The sex isn’t what I’m scared of them finding out about.”

“What is it than?” Gareth muttered, his hands rubbing soothing stripes along your spine.

You finally brought your stare back upwards, and he met you halfway, now both gazing lovingly, if not a tad concerned, into one another’s eyes. “I’m in love with you, Gareth.” You had said it with such certainty that it almost scared him. Throughout the few weeks you’d been together, you’d both always avoided the ‘L’ word, nervous to commit to the relationship too much, only for the initial puppy love to dissolve and leave nothing left.

Gareth could feel static crawl along his skin and all the blood in his body seemed to congregate behind his face. “W-we agreed not to say that yet.” he mumbled, instantly regretting his reply when he noticed the fat tears bubbling up in your eyes again.

“Y-yeah, s-sorry. Just forget I said-” you brushed it off, trying to break away from him.

“But!” he corrected, pulling you back to him. “I-I love you too...” he stuttered, gaze averted. “I-In love, I mean. I-I don’t really know the difference.”

“You really mean that?” you whispered, eyes watering again, but this time from unbridled joy.

“I do. At least I think I do. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.” he rambled timidly, scratching the back of his neck.

----

You sighed against Gareth’s lips as he softly shoved you against the wall, cursing under his breath when his actions caused a picture to fall down and clatter against the floor. You hushed him, giggling as he claimed your lips again, strong hands cradling your delicate face as if it’d break if he let go. “Fuck, I’m so lucky to have you.” he breathed against your throat as he laid kisses across it. “So pretty, so loving.”

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he made quick work of finding your most sensitive spots, having mapped you out perfectly in the handful of times you’d been intimate. “Gareth...” you whispered, tangling your dainty fingers into his curls, fertilizing a growth in his jeans with the tugging of his locks.

“Love it when you pull my hair.” he groaned quietly. “Better stop unless you want me to really get rough.” You gave him a submissive smile, yanking harshly at the back of his scalp, earning a shuddering whine from him. He playfully glared at you, gripping you by the hips and hoisting you up. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now!”

----

Beyond the safety of your room, Eddie and Wayne still sat at the table, having still not moved from your outburst earlier. “Son,” the older man began. “I know you haven’t had the easiest life, especially with everything that’s happened this year.” His voice trailed off as his gaze wandered over to his nephew, who stared absently at the ruminants of his cousin’s plate. “But neither has (Y/N). That little girl looks up to you, ya know.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. “And I’m trying to protect her-”

“That ain’t what I said.” his uncle interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. “She don’t need your protection all the time, though. Sometimes, she just needs you to support her, be nice to her.” he lectured quietly. “I had to learn that the hard way.”

“It’s just so hard when she keeps shit from me, ya know?” Eddie argued, running his frustrated fingers though his long chocolate curls. Wayne nodded, standing up and walking to the fridge to rummage though it.

He found a pair of beers, and set one down in front of Eddie, who immediately cracked it open. “Maybe she’s worried to disappoint you?”

You cousin rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Doubt that, she’s never been afraid to get on my last nerve.”

Wayne finally sighed, glugging a good portion of his beer before responding. “I won’t force you to apologize, but I think she’d appreciate it.” With that, he stood, a few of his joints cracking with age as he did. “I’m headed to bed, if you need me, holler.” As the old man shut his bedroom door behind him, Eddie was left alone under the soft yellow glow of the over head light, staring at your left overs. He sighed, standing up to clear the table.

He pondered what his uncle had said, coming to the decision that it was a good idea to apologize. He recalled fond memories of your shared childhood as he scraped leftovers into plastic bowls to save for tomorrow. He chuckled to himself at a particular instance that had occurred when he was eight and you were five.

----

Tears streamed down Eddie’s cheeks as he peeled the left leg of his jeans, blood of a skinned knee sticking the denim to his opened wound. He cried out for an adult, covered in mud and pitiful, having slipped in a creek near your home. Instead, you came running to his side from over the hill, soft, thin hair and ruffled dress flopping about as you did. You sat beside him, taking a pair of scissors to put his pants into shorts, before pouring water from a bottle to wash away the dirt from the muscle. He watched as you dirtied your dress, using it to dry his injury, before wrapping it in a cool, clean roll of gauze.

After playing doctor, you helped your cousin hobble back up the hill into your house. Once inside, you turned on the tv and asked him to put your favorite movie into the VHS, as you didn’t know how. While he was distracted, you ran to the kitchen and retrieved a bag of pecan sandies, before pouring them out onto a plate, complete with a glass of milk to share. When you returned, the pair of you sat and watched the entirety of the tape, consuming the snack whole.

----

From that moment on, the pair of you had always bonded over pecan sandies and milk. It was your tradition. You did it when your mother left, and when Eddie lost his parents, and when you got stood up at your middle school dance, and the first (and second) time that he flunked graduation. Most recently, you shared a plate when Eddie came home from the hospital after the ‘Earthquake’, and he was repeatedly awoken by nightmares of Chrissy dying in your living room. He thought of all the times you’d been his backbone, even being his kid sister cousin as his eyes wandered to a bag of cookies in the open cabinet. You’d be eating pecan sandies over this argument, he decided. Maybe if he offered you this kindness, you’d open up to him with the truth about your feelings for Gareth?

Speaking of Gareth-

----

“Oh, fuck, Gareth,” you breathed, your head falling against the wall with a quiet thud as your secret boyfriend fucked into you, sandwiching you between himself and the wall opposite of your bedroom door. “I-I love you.”

“Love you too, princess.” he replied, breathlessly and muffled, red flannel between his teeth in order to keep him quiet. “So fucking pretty, gonna make me cum.”

Eddie smiled, filling with hope. Cookies, and large glass of milk in hand, he made his way to your bedroom door, knocking on hit loudly, calling out. “Hey, uh, (Y/N)...Can we talk?”

You and your boyfriend parted like oil and water, desperately trying to make yourselves decent as your cousin knocked again. “Shit, shit, shit!” Gareth whispered, and you shared his sentiment.

“C’mon, (Y/N), I know your not asleep.” your kin begged, twisting the nob slowly and pushing your door open. You , as well as the intruder in your room both held your breath, several feet apart, hair tousled, faces red and sweaty, and clothes disheveled. To top it off, your room reeked of sex. “I brought you some...cookies.” The sound of ceramic shattering against the ground rang out through the trailer, deafeningly loud as your cousin stood in your now open doorway.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

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tillthelandslide · 1 year

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Stubborn, Whipped, Insatiable - Ross Macdonald Fic

Pure Filfth: Minors DNI

A/N: someone needs to take the internet away from me... im just fueling my own addiction now... this is just filthy and im sorry... not sorry

Ross was one of the kindest men you had ever met, he cared extremely deeply about his loved ones, you knew from the moment you met him that he would do anything for you. He was also one to share his opinions easily, even if everyone in the room was to disagree with him, he would argue his point no matter what and sometimes it swayed people to agree. Everyone always said that Ross could always make something fun, sat on a tour bus or at a party, he always managed to liven it up.

He was also the most dedicated person you knew, once he had his mind set on something, he wouldn't give in, until he had succeeded in getting what he wanted. It made your relationship all the more exciting in the beginning, he knew you pushed him on purpose, playing hard to get to see how hard he'd truly try. And boy did he try.

Once you were together he was well and truly whipped, loving you fiercely, never letting a single day go by where he didn't tell you or show you how much he loved you.

He was also extremely stubborn, often not budging on the small things or the silly things, like when Matty joked about Ross not suiting long hair, he grew it out just to prove a point and despite Matty telling him countless times that he was wrong, Ross wouldn't cut it back to the once short length he had, not that you for one were complaining.

And when Ross was debating growing his beard out and George stated that it would make him look like a creepy old man, he grew it out to prove to him that he still looked good. Which of course he did.

The most recent scenario was when Charli said Ross was whipped and the both of you were insatiable, like a pair of bunnies she said she bet that he couldn't go a week without eventually begging you to fuck him. The comment made all the boys (and you) laugh, but it only fueled Ross to be even more stubborn.

Which takes us to where you are today: two days later, sat backstage at one of the venue's the boys were playing at, you're wearing a black skirt and a black crop top, a leather jacket hangs off the sofa you're sat on and you adorn a pair of boots.

Despite the bet, you're perched in Ross's lap, legs draped across his thighs, his large hand was clasped on your thigh, he'd occasionally tug at your skirt when it had started to ride up. George and Charli were sat opposite, George's arm trailing behind her on the sofa, hand gently clasped at the back of neck.

Matty was sat on the floor in the middle whilst Adam and Carly were sat on a sofa next to yours. You were all laughing about something crazy Matty was saying as per usual.

You began to get distracted as you turned to look at your boyfriend. He was laughing a ridiculous laugh, his eyes crinkled as he smiled, the lines around his lips showing making you want to peck them and his dimples popping making you want to nuzzle against his cheek.

The shirt he was wearing had the first few buttons undone, revealing his muscular chest, hairs littering the surface, you knew later when he was on stage that the tan skin which was visible would be glistening with sweat. Your hand find your way to the hairs there before your mind even registers you doing it. You feel him squeeze your thigh in warning, and your eyes snap to his which have darkened since the last time you saw them.

"Careful darling" he says, his voice deep, sending shivers down your spine and making your skin heat.

"You're making this bet extra difficult for me you know that right?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting up at him and he smirks down at you. The whole thing was completely unfair on you and you made sure Charli was well aware of that, she only laughed at you and told you to think about the mind blowing sex you'd be having when he inevitably gave in. The most action you had gotten was a squeeze to the thigh and a peck on your lips.

The look on your face almost had him giving in already, but he remained seemingly unbothered. He pouted back at you mockingly, his fingertips quickly unplucking your lips.

"Oh baby" he pouts "life is just so hard isn't it" he mocks, you push a hand against his chest at his teasing. If he was going to tease you, you could to.

"You're mean" you say, returning back to the conversation the boys were having. You hear Charli asking your opinion on something that you definitely were not listening to. You shuffle in Ross' lap, to everyone in the room, it looks like you're just moving to hear the conversation better, but the way Ross' hand grips your thigh and the grunt that is delivered into your ear means you've succeeded in your real mission.

"Huh?" you say making everyone laugh "sorry was zoned out" you say and Charli raises her eyebrows at you as if to say "sureee".

"I asked your opinion on head" she said and you smirk at her, mentally thanking her for this topic of conversation.

"Matty was saying girls don't actually like doing it" Charli then says. To an outsider, they would think this topic of conversation was far to obscene but considering how close the group were and some of their other conversations, this was tame. You hear Ross swallow behind you and smirk to yourself.

"I mean... I like it" you say, telling the truth.

"Well I knew you were lucky Ross but I didn't realise you were that lucky" Matty jokes making everyone laugh again.

"What do you like about it?" George asks, knowing full well Charli would probably give the same answer, part of you thinks he just wants to hear you speak about it so he can see Ross' reaction. Ross squeezes your thigh again, warning you again, usually you'd know you'd be in for trouble with the look that rests on his face.

You're not going to fuck me anyway so might as well you think.

"You have all the power. Sure you're on your knees but I know as soon as I wrap my lips around his dick, he's a goner. He'd do anything to cum and you have the power to give it to him... or not to" you say, everyone is speechless at that, Charli smiling across at you, she winks at you and you smile back, thanking her. No one comments on the fact that you called out your boyfriend, they just sit, mouth agape.

"I'm with you on that one" Charli says and you see Carly smile to herself, all the guys in the room knew you were right too.

"What about getting head? I swear most guys are shit at it, not G of course" Charli then asks and again you're mentally thanking her. You've had multiple conversations about how good Ross was at going down on you. George smirks to himself and you laugh. The rest of the boys all groan in offense.

"Careful what you say love" Ross whispers in your ear.

"What are you going to do? Punish me. You made a bet Macdonald" you say and in that moment he knows he's done for. You turn back to the conversation and the question that was asked.

"Well... when you get a guy that knows what he's doing..." you say "and enjoys doing it" you speak those words quieter only so Ross could hear before finishing your sentence "I fucking love it" you say and everyone laughs again.

The boys then carry on talking about sex, what they like and their experiences.

"You're a fucking tease love" he mumbles in your ear. You turn to look at him.

"I'm just speaking to my friends Ross, don't know what you're talking about" you say innocently, your stomach swarms with butterflies ad his bottom lip is taken up by his teeth. He shakes his head, laughing at himself.

"You just have to make this so hard for me don't you?" he asks.

"Don't get why you have to be so stubborn Ross" you say, moving forward and hovering your lips next to his ear.

"Just admit to Charli that you're whipped and then take me to your dressing room and fuck me senseless" you whisper into his ear, you hear him groan as your lips press against his neck, sucking harshly at the skin. Your little scene goes completely unnoticed by everyone else, having seen much worse in the past. You pull back to look at him, his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips, before his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you roughly against him.

Its the first proper kiss you've had in two days, his tongue finds yours, the hand on your thigh dances across your skin until its gliding under the material of your skirt, his knuckles nudge against your centre. Your hand shoots to his chin, grasping it as you gasp into his mouth.

"Time to get ready to go on stage!" you hear someone say and Ross quickly breaks away from your lips. You mentally scream: shit timing.

You have to painfully endure the show from the side stage, watching as your boyfriend got more and more sweaty. Watching him in his element always had you ready to pounce on him, but today you had to clench your thighs to stop yourself from fainting.

Halfway through the show, Charli came close to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Her lips came close to your ear and you knew she wanted to say something to you over the loud music.

"He told me he's whipped y'know, just before they went on stage. Thought you might want to know" she says and you gasp, eyes snapping to look at her before they find Ross.

You find him smirking at you mouthing a "bets are off love" to you.

You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, his smile grows wider and you all but moan at the devilish look on his face.

After their last song, he makes sure he's the first to come off stage, he stalks towards you, a sinful grin resting on his handsome face, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you over his shoulder, making you giggle as he carries you to his dressing room.

He's quick to place you down on his dressing table, thighs already spreading to accommodate him. His lips quickly find yours, tongue messily thrusting into your mouth in search for yours. You moan into his mouth as he pushes himself closer to you, you feel the hard on he's supporting and you wonder how long he's had it.

"Ross" you moan as he begins grinding himself against you, groaning into your mouth. His lips break away from yours, making their way to your neck and bruising themselves against your hot skin. His hands drift round your back, grabbing handful's of your arse in his large palms.

"Fuck you're so hot" he says "couldn't stop thinking about you on that stage" he admits, sucking against your sweet spot which has you sighing and arching your back.

"You looked so good out there baby, just wanted to get on my knees for you in front of all those people" you say, knowing he loves a praise his head snaps back to look at you, his pupils are blown wide, his lips are swollen from all the kissing and from his biting his lips on stage.

"Funny enough I was thinking of doing that to you" he says, you gasp when his hands find your skirt, flattening against the material over your cunt. His hands make light work of undoing and discarding the fabric. The groan he lets out when he sees your dampened lace panties is feral.

"Was a pathetic excuse for a skirt anyway" he says as he kneels down, mouth pushing against your lace covered core. He presses a chaste kiss against the material before moving to your inner thigh, sucking and biting the flesh.

"Only wore it make you want to fuck me" you gasp, his fingers hook along the fabric, you lift yourself as he removes them, your head is thrown back in the next second as his lips find your clit, he delivers a rogue kiss to the bundle of nerves before looking up at you through his eyelashes.

"Believe me love, wanted to fuck you even before you had that skirt on. Want to worship you first, show you how fucking whipped I am" he says, you begin to chuckle, but it's quickly replaced with a sharp inhale as his lips make their way back to your clit, sucking harshly, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

Your hands seize his hair, weaving their way into the edges, loosening it from its place in his hairband.

His tongue presses against your folds just to get a taste of you as his nose jolts against your swollen clit. His beard provides a wonderful burn and the pain mixed with pleasure has you quickly seeing stars.

"Taste like heaven baby" he murmurs against your folds, the vibrations have you clenching his hair in your hands as a stream of curses falls from your lips.

He works his mouth against you languidly, his tongue presses against your tight hole and he curves it upwards, the tip rubbing deliciously against your g-spot.

"Fuck Ross, you're so fucking good at this" you say. He groans at the compliment, his fingers replace his tongue inside you, constantly hitting that spot when he thrusts them back in. His tongue flattens against your cunt, tip resting against your clit.

His eyes find yours through his eyelashes and he smirks before shaking his head. Tongue covering the whole of your sopping cunt, saliva rests against his lips and your juices coat his tongue.

"Fuck" you nearly scream. "Fuck Ross" you say, he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking and pushing against the nerves, sending jolt after jolt of euphoria your way.

"Say my name when you come" he demands. You spew curse after curse, your mind going blank as your back arches, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins and all you see, feel and live is him.

The only noise in the room is your moans and him soaking up your s drenched center.

"Ross... dont stop, im going to cum" you sigh.

"Come for me love" he demands and your back arches as your body spasms, an earth shattering orgasm ripping through your entire body. He sucks your clit through it, helping you ride out your high until its too much. You grasp his chin, gently pushing him away from you. You truly are insatiable, because as soon as he's off his feet, your lips are on his as your hands find his belt buckle, quickly undoing it, allowing his trousers to drop around his ankles. You tug at his boxers, sending his hard and huge cock, slapping up against his abdomen.

Your hands find the base of him and you deliver a few strokes before looking up at him, he nods letting you know he wants this just as much as you. You lead him in, you tease yourself with the tip and he smirks down at you, taking himself from your hands and pushing against your hole, you groan at the stretch and he can't help as his hips stutter forward. Two days was an awfully long time for him not to be inside you.

"Fuck you were made for me love" he groans, your arms grasp his shoulders as he begins to pull out, almost completely disappearing from inside you before snapping back in. You engulf him perfectly, and he moans into your mouth as he takes your lips in his.

His large hands find your waist and he grasps the flesh there strongly, giving himself extra leverage as he begins pistoning himself rapidly into you. Your mouth falls open, silent gasps falling from your lips. The pleasure all too consuming to even moan now and that's how Ross knows he's doing a good job.

Your body begins convulsing against him and your core shudders around him making his hips shudder, his cock faltering for a second inside you before his ministrations continued.

"Fuck you're so good to me" he murmurs, eyes trained on yours, you can't even speak, you just pant as he pushes his lips against yours again.

"I know love, I know" he says, you cling to him then and his pace slows a bit, his thrusts are deep and slow: meaningful. He was showing you how much he loved you now.

"Ross" you manage to moan out, a sharp inhale through bated breath letting him know you were close. His calloused fingertips find your clit and he rubs slow deliberate circles to your sensitive button.

His grunts are shallow now, your name falling out of his lips like it was the only thing he knew how to say.

"I've got you love, let go" he says and you gasp out his name, your back arching again as another orgasm ripped through you.

"I love you" you sob.

"Come for me baby, I want it" you then say, and that's all it takes for his hips to stutter forward, shooting his load inside you, coating your walls with his juices, you kiss passionately as you both come down from your highs.

He repeats "I love you" against your lips like scripture.

"Two days must be our new record" you say jokingly.

"Quite pleased with myself actually darling" he says and you laugh, pressing a kiss to his crinkled nose.

"Fucking love you Ross Macdonald" you say and he smiles down at you, lips on yours again for a few moments.

"Could never stay away from you too long, not when you're looking this good all the time"

"Same goes for you handsome" you say.

"Now... about doing that thing you love so much" he says, you jump off the counter not a moment later, dropping to your knees.

"Im fucking whipped" he says to himself, groaning as your lips wrap around his swollen tip, a mixture of his and your cum coating him and dribbling down your chin, he's quick to catch it, bringing it to his own lips.

"Fucking insatiable" you both hear someone the other side of the door hear, not that either of you care.

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hey, first of all, hope you're doing okay!

personally, i'm obsessed with villain!reader fics, so maybe, could you write peter parker x villain!reader? could be any peter you want! just a lot of sexual tension, and a little smut too...? thank you, i love you and your writings!! 😁😁

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: M. Romance. Yes there is smut. Those under 18 do NOT proceed. A/N: Oooooooooo love me some villain x hero romance :3 Also I picked TASM Peter Parker because well, he deserves love ok?!?! And I need a cold shower after writing that. Phew! Also! I listened to Take My Breath Away by Berlin, and I just think it fit so WELL with the setting of the entire prompt.

It was hopeless.

He was a hero. You were a villain.

A hero and a villain.

That's what the two of you were.

On the opposite side of things.

You weren't exactly a high-profile villain, more of a hired burglar. With your ability to turn invisible and create force fields, you were the perfect candidate for carrying out burglaries that people preferred would go undetected.

You had come to be known as Obake, the Japanese word for ghost.

Though you had used your abilities for your own advantage when you were a teen, you had soon learned that it was better to have someone else pay you using your abilities. You had started to make quite the name for yourself in the underground world. And your steal streak had been spotless.

Until the night you met Spiderman.

You had been in the process of acquiring some jewelry from the safe of a well to do family and had only just stepped out on the roof when you had been startled by a human hanging upside down in front of you.

He had greeted you, to which you had thrown a punch. He had dodged, making some hilarious comment to which you had snapped back. The two of you had exchanged punches, kicks and quips for a good few minutes. Just as you were trying to one-up one another in the physical sense, it also translated to your battle of wits.

Insults, call-outs, making comments, everything was on the table. Just no name calling, you both were civilized people after all.

That first fight he had won, retrieved the jewels and left you bound in spiderweb to be collected by the police.

Which was why the next time you encountered him, you did not hold back and won, making away with the loot and leaving behind a stunned and slightly humiliated hero.

After that all your exchanges had been heated, charged almost, as if the both of you would rather see the other humiliated then anything else.

It wasn't until the third or perhaps fourth encounter that it had all culminated into something........more.

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You groaned loudly as your back collided with the wall behind you. Slightly dazed you took a few moment before standing up once more and glowering at the figure in front of you.

"That all you got?" You goaded the hero, watching as he tensed and prepared to fight you once more. You were quicker this time.

Throwing out your leg, the heel of your boot caught him in the shoulder, sending him flying back just as he had done you. You were panting heavily as you took a running leap and jumped in the air. Spiderman rolled out of the way of your landing point, which would've been right in the face. "Stop squirming you little worm!" You exclaimed, starting to get frustrated.

"Worm! The name is Spiderman! Spider! Honestly at least do me the courtesy of remembering my name while you're trying to pummel me." He responded as he blocked one of your punches only to throw one at your face as well.

Spinning you quickly dodged his punch with a swipe of your arm. "I'll show you that courtesy when you act like a gentleman and stay still so I can punch you." You retorted, throwing forward a force field to try and push him back. But he only jumped out of the way, prompting you to let out an angry growl.

Whatever he had been about to say was cut off with the sudden appearance of several armed men. The both of you paused, unsure of whose side they were on as they all pointed guns in both your direction.

"Give back what you stole." One of them said, prompting you to drop in a fighting stance, already planning your escape route. "This was supposed to be a party of two, gentlemen. It was rather rude of you to crash it." Spiderman's voice came from behind you, prompting you to roll your eyes at him. Unaware to both the hero and the men, you created a force field around you and Spiderman.

And not a moment too soon.

Suddenly the room was echoing with the sounds of bullets being fired. Spiderman had moved to jump out of the line of fire, only to crash into your force field.

You grunted, trying your best to keep the force field up despite the multiple bullets ricocheting off the surface. "Did you just save me?!" Spiderman asked, his voice betraying his surprise as he came to stand next to you.

"You can thank me later."

The bullets were bouncing off the force field and flying in every direction. They managed to hit several of the gunmen, making them drop to the ground as they howled with pain.

Once the attack had subsided you lowered the shield, looking around at the injured men as they clutched at their bleeding wounds. At least the ones that were still alive. "Well that was eventful!" Spiderman stated, looking around as well.

You gave him a look, unaware that a gunman right behind you had found enough strength in him to lift his gun and pull the trigger.

It all happened in a single moment.

You felt Spiderman tense in front of you, saw him leap forward and wrap one arm around your waist, while the other one flew up to shoot a web which he used to pull the both of you upwards.

The bullet just grazed the tips of your shoes as it went flying right where your chest had been not a second ago.

Once you managed to gather your wits, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and didn't protest as he swung the both of you away from the place of attack.

He stopped once there were several buildings between both of you and the gunmen. He lowered you to the ground but still kept his arm around you. "Are you hurt?" He asked, watching as you tried to gather your breath after your first time swinging with him like that.

Finally, you looked at him, the white of your domino mask wide. "Y-you saved me?" He actually scratched the back of his head as he shrugged. "Well, you saved me." He retorted as a way of arguing back. "Guess we saved one another."

Your arms were still locked around his shoulders, and his were around your waist. And the both of you were close.

Very very close.

He was the one who leaned forward first, pressing what you assume were his lips against your own. The fabric of his mask came in the way, but for a brief moment you felt the warmth of his breath against your lips before he pulled back again.

You didn't know what compelled you to do what you did next. But he certainly didn't stop you. Your arms shifted as your fingers found the edge of his mask and pushed the fabric up to reveal his mouth.

You were only given a moment to take in the newly revealed skin. To marvel at how pink his lips were, before he descended on you once more. There was no semblance of softness in the kiss. It was heated to it's very core. Not to mention messy.

Your bodies almost appeared to be glued together as you kissed. He bit your lip, prompting you to catch his tongue and suck. Neither of you were shy when it came to exploring the other's body. Even through the costume you picked up on just how fit he was.

"M-maybe we should-" Whatever he had been about to say was cut off when you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him once more. You bit his lip, taking his soft gasp of surprise as an invitation to explore his mouth with your tongue.

He walked forward, your back hitting the wall, as he returned the kiss with just as much aggression as you showed it. "Just shut up Spidey." You advised into his mouth. He only moaned in agreement, his hands greedily mapping out your curves, before settling under your ass and squeezing slightly.

The act was one you hadn't been expected, prompting you to pull back from the kiss. As soon as he was free, Spiderman busied his lips with sucking, licking and biting the exposed skin of your neck, collar and shoulders. The design of your costume left little to the imagination, yet was still classy enough to not have you being mistaken for an easy lay.

Your fingers gripped the fabric at the back of his mask, yanking his head back so you could better access his bare chin and jaw. Given that he was fully costumed, you would just have to make do with what you had. Your lips latched on to a small area just under his chin and began to suck and bite. Seems you were intent on leaving behind a mark. And he let you.

And once you had had your fill, his gloved fingers came to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull you back. Your mouth released his skin with a loud pop.

"Shit." You whimpered as he ran his teeth along your collarbones, your chest heaving, feeling strained and tight against the fabric of your top. A small cry left your swollen lips as he bit your earlobe, before running his tongue along the smarting skin. The act was enough to compel you to thrust your hips against his, earning a low groan from the hero.

He continued to map your skin with kisses and bites, leaving behind several red patches of skin. Your hands had continued to run along the length of his body, and you could tell he loved it.

So lost were the two of you in your embrace that it was the sound of a nearby police siren that had him pulling away.

With heaving chests and swollen lips, the two of you stared at one another. Slowly he set you back down and stepped away. You suddenly felt very cold at not having his warm body so close to your own. He readjusted his mask, while you straightened your clothes.

Spiderman glanced back at you, and you stared back. But then you blinked, and he was gone.

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Your next encounter would be more then you bargained for.

It had all the makings of a good heist movie.

There was a masquerade ball, villains milling all around, and a safe somewhere in the gorgeous mansion that had something in it with your name on it.

You had dressed carefully for the event, styling yourself to appear as one of the many elite villains that shook hands with the senators, mayors, politicians, and businessmen. They were all in league, which you didn't find surprising. The entire point of the masquerade was to make connections without knowing who the other person was.

And it also provided you with the opportunity to carry out your job. No one had hired you to do it, it had been more of a personal affair.

A girl had to eat in-between jobs.

You were sipping on a champagne flute, watching and waiting for the right moment to slip away. The dress you wore had more then a few men approach you with a proposition. And the mask you had adorned, only added to your allure. Which you denied of course. You weren't about to let anyone distract you from your true intentions.

Finally, you were able to slip out of the ballroom, and once making sure no one saw you, you began to steal your way through the darkened empty hallways. You had already memorized the blueprints of the mansion, but it took you some time to navigate your way through the seemingly endless hallways.

But you managed to find your way just fine. And once the safe was empty, the jewelry inside tucked away in the voluminous fabric of your dress, you gave yourself a metaphorical pat on the back on a job well done, and began to make your way back to the Ballroom.

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However, as you walked back, you had a sneaking suspicion that you were being followed.

Quickly activating your powers, you made to conceal yourself in the shadows as you waited for the person to make themselves known.

Said person dropped down from the ceiling landing in a perfect crouch. Your eyes widened at the familiar figure. Though he was dressed in a tuxedo with a simple black mask covering the top half of his face, you knew who it was.

A little peeved that he was there to stop you, you couldn't help but reach into your garter and pull out a small knife which you threw in his direction. Of course, given his reflexes he caught it mid air.

"I know you're there, Obake." He called out, staring in your general direction. With a sigh you stepped out, allowing yourself to be visible to him as you did. You didn't miss the way he completely went still at your appearance. Ruby painted lips pulled in a smug smile as you shifted where you stood, being sure your leg was completely visible where there was a slit in your dress. "I didn't know you attended Villain parties, Spidey." You said, enjoying how his gaze traveled the length of your exposed leg. You would be lying if you didn't say that having him be completely mesmerized by your appearance didn't stroke your ego a little bit.

"Well I have to bust out my acting chops every now and then to do some spy work. Can't let you always play dress up." He reached up to straighten his bow tie, leaving it even more crooked then it was before. You shook your head, before approaching him. Reaching up you straightened his bow tie, allowing the tips of your fingers to teasingly graze against the exposed skin of his throat.

This had to be the most you had seen him. Your fingers slipped from his throat, only for your hands to come to a rest on his chest.

Your gazes locked and neither of you could look away.

This was the first time your eyes locked without the white lenses of your masks in the way.

Which meant it was the first time you were seeing his eyes and he was seeing yours.

They were brown. A dark brown that had a softness to it that you had never seen in eyes before. They captivated you, and despite your best efforts to look away you just couldn't.

Then again he wasn't any better. He was staring back at you with just as much fascination as you felt.

You would've thought your brain would be too frazzled to make a remark. "Who knew you had such pretty eyes under that mask Spidey." You heard yourself say, the corner of your mouth pulling up in half a smile.

"Its my true superpower." He quipped back his voice sounding breathless. Maybe he was remembering the kiss the both of you had shared not too long ago?

Suddenly he stiffened. His eyes drifted to a spot above your shoulder. His hands came up to grasp your arms as he pulled you into a darkened corner. "Someone's coming." He said.

You could simply turn both him and yourself invisible. It was easy enough to do.

"Maybe if we pretend we were just sneaking off to make out or something, they won't notice us." You whispered. His hands still gripped your shoulders as he looked at you. Suddenly feeling foolish for even suggesting it, you made to shake your head and opened your mouth to tell him to disregard what you had just said.

You were unable to do so, when he suddenly pulled you flush against him and joined your lips in a dance they had done once before.

It was as if something flipped inside you and your body knew exactly what it had to do. Your arms wound around his shoulders. His hands were roaming whatever he could touch. And wherever he did, your skin burned under your dress. You shuddered as he continued to stroke along the length of your body.

Your fingers snaked up to grip his hair. It was so soft, prompting you to dig your nails into his scalp. He let out a loud groan when you did that, causing you to smile against his lips. But he got his revenge when he caught a patch of your skin between his teeth and began to stroke it with his tongue. Your legs nearly gave out from under you when he did that.

But he didn't stop there.

Taking advantage of the very very low neck of the dress he continued to travel downwards, his mouth and tongue stroking every inch of skin as he went. His hands found the slit in your dress, which he pushed aside to reveal your bare leg to him. Somehow you found yourself with your back against the wall, with Spiderman kneeling in front of you with his lips pressing kisses all along the length of your leg.

Heat coiled in your stomach and threatened to release at any moment. But you held it in check. As his mouth ascended, you found yourself wishing that the both of you were in another location. A location where this could go further.

All the way.

Once his mouth reached your thigh, you reached down to pull him back up by his hair. He wasted no time to fuse your lips together once more, tongues battling for dominance as you tried your best to make this moment last as long as you could.

You felt someone pass behind you. They didn't even give a glance in your direction before they disappeared around the corner.

Spidey was the first one to pull back. His hair was tousled, his mask a little lopsided. His eyes still held that cloud of lust which you were sure hung in your eyes as well. Your red lipstick had bled all around his mouth, prompting you to reach out and gently try to rub it away with your thumb.

You stopped though, once you caught sight of the look he was giving you. There was an almost feverish look in his eyes as he held your gaze. Even if you wanted to turn away, you couldn't.

Leaning forward you watched as he turned his head, as if physically restraining himself from kissing you anymore. But that was not your plan.

Instead your warm lips found his neck. Placing a sensual kiss against his warm skin, and leaving behind an imprint of your red lips. You didn't pause, instead you continued to leave kisses along his neck. You only pulled back once you were sure you had imprinted on every inch of his neck and jaw. A deep sigh, one full of longing, escaped your parted lips as your fingers stroked along the sharp cut of his jaw.

"One of these days, we will have to finish what we start." He whispered to which you gave a wry smile. "A little too confident are we Spidey?" You responded, to which he smiled back at you. Still you leaned up to whisper something in his ear. He gave you a startled look, but you only winked at him before disappearing from his arms.

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The curtains were drawn, but the floor to ceiling windows were open, allowing the soft sheer fabric to flutter in the breeze. There was only a little moonlight, enough to allow you to see where you walked, but dark enough that all you could make out were the silhouettes of everything around you.

You were still in your dress from earlier that evening, though you had taken off your heels, jewelry, mask and makeup. You were seated at the vanity, lost in thought and absentmindedly running a brush through your hair as you did. Your mind was occupied by the thoughts of a certain spider-themed hero.

You hadn't been able to not think of your first kiss with him. It had excited you in ways you had never been before. Had sparked a flame in you that had only ever simmered in the past.

When you were with Spiderman, it ignited into a raging inferno.

A ridiculous notion, and yet you could not stop thinking about him since that day. Perhaps that was why you had kissed him tonight once more. You had been curious to know if it was a one time thing. But when he had kissed you back, you couldn't help but want more.

And you still wanted more.

Which was why you had whispered a location and a name in his ear before parting.

The sound of someone landing on the balcony outside alerted you to his presence. You didn't need to turn around to confirm who it was. You knew his footfalls by heart by now. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply to calm your suddenly racing heart.

You felt him come to a stop behind you.

"I didn't think you'd come." You said, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt bare fingers run along the side of your shoulder. Was he still wearing his tux?

"Its rude to keep a lady waiting." He responded, his voice much lower then you had ever heard before. His fingers played with the side of your dress, before slowly lowering it down to expose your shoulder. You stood up, turning around to face him. In the darkened room you couldn't make out his face, but you knew he had removed his mask as well.

Your fingers found his bow tie which you undid, before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. "As delicious as you looked wearing the tux, I think I prefer you in red and blue." You whispered softly to him, undoing the final button and watching as he shrugged out of both his shirt and his jacket, leaving his torso bare.

"I, however, prefer this dress." He whispered before he took a step forward to run a finger down the length of your exposed skin at the front. "But at the moment, I would prefer you out of it." His words prompted you to reach behind and pull down the zipper of the dress. Given the heavy fabric of the skirts it dropped to the floor, pooling around you.

He inhaled a sharp breath, and you could only imagine how his brown eyes would roam your naked body. You had forgone a bra, since the dress came with one sewn in it. So all that left you in was a pair of silk panties that were beginning to get very very uncomfortable against your burning skin.

Your hands made quick work of his belt, before he pushed down his trousers and took off his shoes and socks, leaving him in just his boxer shorts.

For a few moments, the both of you simply stood there.

There was just something so intimate about that moment. Standing in the dark, naked. You didn't even know his name, and yet here you were, trusting him completely in that moment. Just as he trusted you.

You were the first to reach out, and he took your hand, slowly pulling you close. Your mind was clouded with need, so much so that you nearly missed when he whispered something.

"Peter."

You paused for a brief moment, before you let out a soft laugh. "Y/n. But you already knew that." You were referring to the fact that you had already told him your first name.

Your arms were around one another, and your lips picked up from where they had left off. The last of your barriers slipped away and all that remained was you and him.

In that moment nothing else mattered.

Not the fact that you were a thief and he was a hero. Not the fact that you knew next to nothing about him, just as he knew nothing about you.

As his mouth pressed greedy and hurried kisses all along the side of your neck before descending to the top of your breasts all sense of thought and common sense, whatever was left of it, abandoned you completely.

With how close your bodies were pressed against one another, you could feel him against you. And that only served you to spur him on. A firm pull on his shoulder, and you allowed yourself to fall back on top of the bed just behind you. In a moment Peter was above you, caging you with his arms as he turned his attention to the rest of your body.

With every brush of his hand and his mouth, you arched against him, content on simply laying there and enjoying the attention he showered you with. You would return the favor in due time, but for now, it seemed he was much eager to please you. Probably a male thing.

Not that you were complaining.

The final garment you wore was slipped off, as did his. Your eyes followed as he crawled above you. You reached up to kiss him, arching your body against his to tease him further. Your hands roamed his chest, and you let out a small moan of desire when you felt his sculpted body under your fingers.

Oh you would definitely have fun with him later.

For now though, your bodies pressed together in an embrace that had both of you reaching the height of your passion. You called out to him, clawing at his back as he took you. On his part, he moaned your name against your lips, panting, his entire body shuddering with the effort to stop himself from getting to rough.

Although once you yanked at his hair and threatened to leave him high and dry if he didn't stop holding back, he let go.

You had no idea what happened next. All you felt was an agonizing yet delicious heat coursing through your veins, as your body arched underneath him. Your nails dug into his back, as his name fell from your lips like a broken prayer. Over and over and over. Your head spun at the intensity of your pinnacle, but that didn't stop you from seeking out his lips and kissing him messily, teeth and tongue.

Your bodies were covered in sweat from your excursions, but neither of you were willing to pull away. At least not completely.

You didn't know what the future would bring for the both of you, but as you lay in his arms in the aftermath of your coupling you found you didn't really care.

Whatever would come, or wouldn't come, you were ready to fight for it. And as Peter pressed one final kiss to the top of your head, you know he would too.

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