#your man just has no time between books n labs

[scourgebrother]

its funny that ive managed to get smbd to watch terror when i myself havent finished it yet. osmosis is strong with this one

#like i always have no time to fully enjoy it and not just. put it on the bg while i do something else #i have the same problem w mr robot n some other shows #your man just has no time between books n labs

[winterchimez]

Teach Me How To Love | Kim Sunwoo

summary: the campus heartthrob whom you've had a crush on for the longest time finally asks you out on a date. since you have never been on a date before, you decided to elicit the help of your best friend, Kim Sunwoo, for some romantic advice.

pairing: f!ckboy Sunwoo x g.n!reader

genre: suggestive

warnings: kissing, making out with the one and only Kim Sunwoo

word count: 2,251

a/n: this is... umm yeah. (i'm still learning and new to writing suggestive so pls bear with me lmao 😭)

"He asked me out."

"Asked who now?"

"He asked me out, Yuna!!" You grabbed the shoulders of your best friend, shaking them vigorously.

That was when the sudden realisation hit your friend, and she formed an 'o' from her mouth, knowing whom exactly you were referring to. 

You have had the biggest crush on Lee Hyunjae since your freshman year. Of course, who wouldn't be? He is literally the heartthrob of your campus. Everyone, including yourself, would do anything to get the man's attention. Even a smile or the slightest moment he turns straight in your direction works either way. 

It wasn't in your third senior year that you got to pair up with the infamous man in one of your science classes. Biology. How fun. 

Your lecturer chose you both to be lab partners throughout the semester, and that was when you had a legitimate conversation with the man himself. Oh, how you were so nervous back then, rubbing your palms together almost every minute, ducking your head down because you were too shy to look straight into the man's eyes. 

However, his calming and friendly persona broke off that wall between you two almost immediately and little did you know, the both of you hit off as good friends. You both started hanging out casually, even after classes, seemingly bumping into one another in the hallway lockers. 

In other words, you were whipped for the man, and when he finally asked you out, you immediately accepted the offer. 

If you were like the rest, you would've felt happy, even excited, to be going on a date with your long-time crush. You, on the other hand, felt the opposite. You were panicking, nervous, and terrified of what was to come. 

Your friend, Yuna, clearly notices your demeanour and proceeds to interrogate you on what's the matter, and that is when you let out the most inner thoughts of yours that have been bugging you for the longest time. 

Clearly, you had zero to no skills on what to do when you're out on your first date. You've seen in hundreds of films and read many rom-com books how holding hands is the least you could do on the first date, to having a passionate kiss if both sides were up for it. 

You were stressed out and had to do something to calm your nervousness. That was when a lightbulb dings right in your friend's mind, and she knew precisely the solution to your problem. 

"I dare you to elicit some help from Sunwoo." 

You paused. Sunwoo? Kim Sunwoo? Your childhood best friend? 

You were confused at the beginning as to why she would even bring him up in the first place. But as you connect the dots, the sudden realisation hits you. 

Kim Sunwoo. You both have practically grown up together since kindergarten, and you are still neighbours to this day. He was the one friend who has always stood by your side from the start, no matter how messed up or crazy your situation might be. He was also the person you'd always rant to, and he'd be more than happy to comfort you if that meant for you to feel better. 

How close were the both of you? Well, close enough that you both have determined that every Friday of the week is a movie night in his apartment that he just recently signed the lease to at the start of the year. You'd both always get the cosiest blankets and drape them over you both while seemingly cuddling with one another to enjoy the films with Sunwoo's handy-dandy mini projector that he bought for a pretty reasonable price on Amazon.

Although there was one problem, your best friend is actually the f!ckboy of the campus.

It did not start out this way, though. Neither of you knew what snapped in Sunwoo's mind. Your only guess was that he was enjoying adulthood to the fullest and getting used to university life. After attending several frat parties, having a little too much to drink and eventually hooking up with so many different women, it was too late for the male to turn back. 

You never judged him for that. It was fine by you since he still considers you to be his best friend, and you both technically still hang out with one another once every week. 

So being the f!ckboy, he knew all of the necessary basics and tricks on how one should act around their partner, especially on the first date.

Right? 

So here you were, standing right outside Sunwoo's apartment door. 

You contemplated on even knocking on the door, for you knew it wasn't even a Friday; it was a Tuesday, to be exact. And god knows whoever he is making out with on the other side. 

Because as far as you know, he was pretty “active” throughout the week except for the day you get to hang out with him. 

You paused. You kept bringing your hand up to the door and then down. Your mind was literally at a tug-of-war at this point. 

To do it? Or not to do it. 

Eventually, you huffed and returned your hands to the door until it swung open and bumped you on your forehead. 

A woman dressed in a periwinkle lace spaghetti strap sleepwear with a grey jacket draped across her shoulders noticed your presence. She immediately got you up on your knees, constantly apologising and asking if you were alright. 

You knew that grey jacket. It belonged to Sunwoo. And it was the same exact one that you always got to wear whenever you came over because you liked how it always made you feel warm and comfortable. 

But you have to brush the thoughts off immediately. Sunwoo is a f!ckboy for goodness sake, and these things are practically an everyday thing to do for the guy. 

Just as you were about to reassure the woman that you were okay, a head popped out of the door, and it was the guy you just had in mind.

"Care to explain the sudden purpose of the visit, my friend?" Sunwoo asks while he makes a warm mug of hot cocoa in the kitchen. 

While you sat at the kitchen counter, you contemplated for a while before finally telling him how the campus heartthrob had finally asked you out on the first date.

And how you actually came to elicit his help and advice. 

It took a while for Sunwoo to process the message, and he burst out in laughter once he got it. In return, you started throwing daggers through your eyes right at him as you scowled at the man. 

"I'm sorry, but this is just too funny for me." He continued laughing while placing the ready-made hot cocoa onto the countertop. 

You pout. "And I thought you'd actually help a best friend out." 

"Okay, okay, I would do anything for my bestie. So tell me-". He slips right into the chair beside you while plopping one of his arms onto the countertop, resting his face on his palm as he stares deep into your eyes. “What do you exactly need my help with?” 

"I don't know. Teach me how to kiss, flirt, and all that jazz, I guess." You shrugged, hoping that he clearly gets the message that you're in dire need of some basic love lessons to please your date. 

The man moves a few inches closer to you now, close enough that you feel his breath. He was studying your face intensely as if some sort of dirt or dust was sitting somewhere at the top of your face. He then suddenly backs away immediately, giving you a hesitant look. 

"Are you sure, Y/N? That you want to do this?" Sunwoo asked with a serious tone, which was unusual for you since you were used to seeing the goofy side of him. But if he were to ask in such a manner, you knew that he wasn't joking around. 

"You do know that if you want me to teach you how to kiss, we literally have to kiss one another, right?"

Oh. 

You were new to all of this. Hell, you have never kissed anyone in your entire lifetime. And now, you were about to give your first not to your lover but to your best friend. It all comes down to whether you are willing to do it. 

Kissing Sunwoo also meant he would give you an actual physical demonstration of the different ways to kiss or even make out with one another, which may include some physical touches on certain parts of one another's body. 

"Yes, Sunwoo. You have my consent." You replied nonchalantly, anticipating whatever move he would put up with you. 

But the man was still frozen in his seat, not moving an inch. "I don't know, Y/N. Are you sure this won't, you know, get weird between us? I care a lot about you, and I do not want something like this to ruin the relationship we've built over the years." 

You could see where the man was coming from because this was the main reason you were contemplating even stepping into his apartment for this crazy love lesson situation. 

However, it was now or never. And if this was all for your first date with your long-term crush, you're down for it. 

"Yes. One hundred percent." 

Like that, Sunwoo's facial expressions shifted as he licked his plumped lips. He then snakes one of his free arms around your waist as he inches closer. 

"Tell me when you want to stop." 

Before you knew it, he closed the space between you, and both lips were now against one another.

Holy shit. You are literally kissing your best friend now. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you moved one arm around his neck while the other moved up into his hair. 

God, his hair felt so soft. 

Sunwoo chuckled between the kisses. "Look at you go, Y/N." 

He pulled away briefly, only to whisper in your ear. "I had no idea you tasted this good, baby." 

Leaning back in, he began kissing you passionately, and eventually, it became a hot mess. His lips began searching other areas to nibble on, starting from your earlobe and then down to your neck, where he began to suck. In return, you elicit a soft moan which sounded way too sweet to his ears. 

You were floating, and damn, did it feel so good. 

Sunwoo seemingly slipped one of his hands under your shirt, earning a gasp from you.

"Sunwoo-" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Aren't you—supposed to go step-by-step?" 

Sunwoo smirked against your jaw as he gently brushed his lips against your soft milky skin. "Baby, sometimes things just go with the flow." 

While he rests his face on the crook of your neck, his hands are now down to your thighs, rubbing them gently. "Wrap your legs around my waist, and jump." 

You were stunned. "J-jump? What are you even-"

"Trust me, Y/N. I'll catch you if that's what you're worried about." 

"You won't drop me, right?"

He chuckled. "Only a fool would drop a person like you." 

With your legs wrapped around him, he carries you towards his bedroom, slowly laying you on his bed. 

This is dangerous. And this is all so wrong. 

You only came to ask for advice on how to kiss your crush, not to have a steamy make-out with your teacher in question, Kim Sunwoo. 

But why did all of these feel so good? Why couldn't you say stop? In fact, you wanted more. You wished that all of these would not stop and that you'd be down to continue with the man himself. 

So many thoughts were going through your mind as you reminded yourself of the true purpose of your visit, your campus heartthrob. But you knew you are so screwed at this point, and there’s no turning back anymore. 

Both of you deepen the kiss, and Sunwoo’s tongue slips right into yours, exploring your mouth. In return, your soft whimpers eventually turned into pleasurable moans to the man himself. 

God, Sunwoo. Give me more. Give me-

And then it all came to a halt. Sunwoo backed away, leaving you both to catch your breath as he stood up from his bed. 

“I think. We are done for the day.” 

Just as you were about to ask him why he even stopped in the first place, you were cut off by the man's quick response, also seemingly turning his flushed face towards the side. 

“I’ve taught you more than enough to please your date.” Clearing his throat, he helps you to get back up on your feet. 

“Oh- um… yeah. You know, thanks Sunwoo. For everything.” 

As he escorts you towards the front door, that familiar soft bubbly smile that you were accustomed to is plastered on his face. “All the best with Hyunjae. I look forward to our next movie night, Y/N.” 

“Ye-yeah!! I’ll keep you updated. Good night, Sunwoo.” 

As you turned your heel and headed toward your apartment, Sunwoo immediately slammed the door shut once you were out of sight.

His back now rests against the door, and he tries to calm his fast-beating heart down.

It was then he realised that kissing you felt entirely different from all the other women he had ever made out with.

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[hyunverse]

college boyfriend! ☆ stray kids hyung line.

stray kids hyung line x gn! reader. contains: fluff, headcanons. no warnings ahead! disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

BANG CHAN...

majors in music. he's set on being a sound engineer, thus spending hours in the music lab. if he doesn't answer your texts for hours, you know where to find him. just head to the music lab and you'll find him writing lyrics. (that are most likely inspired by you!)

we've all established this but this man overworks, alright. forgets about the concept of time. you'd have to bring him lunch and drag him out by dinner. because if you don't, this man will panic when he sees the clock strike 10 pm and nobody's in the campus. even more panic when he remembers he has an eight a.m class the next day.

god forbid if you're the one studying too much though... not under his watch! he’ll make sure you have all your three meals! remembers your class schedule, even your exam schedule. takes you for rewards after your study sessions. ice cream at the closest froyo store, croffles at the campus cafe... you name it!

your full time driver. he would not let you walk! not under his watch! grocery runs, doctor's appointment, club activity... your faculty is a ten minute walk from your dorm, yet he will insist on driving you to your faculty. if you insist on reducing carbon emissions — he’ll gladly walk with you.

would 100% gift you a bike to go to class with too. chan would do anything in his power to make life easier for you. whether it be driving you anywhere you want, ordering food for you, or even make a doctor’s appointment for you — he does these little things just to ease some burden off you.

he's a great study buddy. you're guaranteed to get your work done with him. he'd slip in encouraging notes between your text book pages, and would grab a quick snack between sessions. if he sees you get too stressed, he'll take your hand and soothingly rub them as he whispers encouraging words.

LEE KNOW...

biggest tease, truly! the kind of boyfriend to stick his tongue out at you when you walk past him in the corridors.

doesn't mean he's not a softie as well! sometimes he’d cook you lunch boxes, especially for the days where you have non stop classes. yes, he loves being a pain in your ass, but he also loves you <3 would do anything to see the joy in your face as he hands you a lunchbox <3

he enjoys doing chores with you. whether it be buying groceries, or doing the laundry at the laundromat, he enjoys having you as company as he does them. it's a sunday routine for the two of you to get groceries together, then do your laundry. the day ends with him making dinner for the two of you.

minho would take you on walks, in pursuit of stray cats. he'd bring some treats along, and feed any strays you both find in the neighbourhood. this happens so often, that the neighbourhood ladies have grown fond of the two of you!

overtime, you'd end up adopting a cat with him. it just couldn't be helped! the sweet kitten keeps on following the two of you... how could minho not take it home? lets you name the cat just to see you happy.

also i feel like he'd get twitter just to slander you. picture this, you wake up on a random day and see a twitter notification. turns out it's just your boyfriend mentioning you in a tweet that says something like, "y/n stinks." it's fun to him.

occasionally tags you in pictures of cats and bunnies though.

SEO CHANGBIN...

such a dependable boyfriend, truly.

car broke down? call him, he'll know what to do. forgot to print out your assignments? e-mail him the file and sit tight, he'll print them out for you. the sink is leaking? he knows who to call. he's a dependable boyfriend, willing to do anything for you.

though dependable, he absolutely loves being babied. finds the most comfort in holding you.

just finished class? he's calling for u to come over and cuddle. he just got back from the gym? going straight to your dorm to cuddle. he is touch starved and you need to entertain him.

takes you out for shopping sprees! it's okay if your money is tight for the month, his credit card exists for a reason. for you to abuse of course! if you refuse, he'll say that it's reward for studying today.

sometimes you'll randomly receive a package by the door and it's from him. your eyes would linger at an item for a second longer and he'd immediately buy it and have it sent to you.

he's the type of person to visit his family every weekend. no, you won't find him in his dorm on a saturday. he had most likely drove to his parents' for the weekend. overtime, when you get more serious in your relationship, he'd take you to his weekly visits home.

brings you to his mama and would adoringly watch you cook with her.

if there's a weekend he comes home and you don't, his mother will literally ask for you. so you might as well just visit every weekend!

it's okay because weekends spent at his = less money to spend on food.

HWANG HYUNJIN...

roommates to lovers trope

how could he not fall in love with you, his roommate who’s so sweet, and so caring?

a shy boyfriend, yet he doesn't shy away from little gestures of affection in public! holds your hand as you stroll, also fond of putting his hand in your back pocket. he'd happily wait by your lecture hall, a cup of your favourite drink in hand. imagine him in a varsity jacket, hair a little messy, leaning against the wall as he waits for you to finish your lecture. as soon as he spots you, you’d see his eyes turn just a little brighter, and his smile growing a tad bit bigger.

memorizes your schedule by heart. him texting: “you in economics right now? it ends in ten minutes, right? i’ll bring your favourite drink <3” is a normal occurence.

all of your friends adore him. how could they not? he’s shy, respectful, and treats you well. buys you flowers for no reason. you’ll come home and see a bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase, with a cute little note from him <3 would doodle in the note too hehe.

impromptu dates, always! he’d wake you up from a nap and show you that he already set up an indoors picnic. a blanket sprawled in the living room, with your favorite snacks lined up. brings you to a flower field he discovered on a random monday, after class.

hyunjin's the type of boyfriend that would walk around with you, in search of new places you can call your spot. so far, he has three “our spot”, them being a flower field, a cafe that’s a hidden gem, and a secluded table by a window in the college library.

shares his clothes with you. you share a house together, might as well just mix the laundry and freely use each other’s clothes! pull up to college in a sweatshirt of his, and he’ll coo and call you his sweet angel. still gets butterflies every time he sees you in his clothes!! which is pretty much everyday!! still!! he thinks you look so cute in them.

if your jackets don’t fit him, he’ll just tie them around his waist. just wants a piece of you with him, really.

he’s an art major. you’re consistently his subject of art, especially when the assignment is a portrait! uses his assignments as an excuse to paint you. the reward is kisses.

listening to music together in the train to campus. one earbud in his ear, another in yours. you two thrive in comfortable silence, just leaning against each other as soft music plays in your ears.

slow dancing sessions to relieve stress. just swaying with him in the living room, the sound of your giggles filling in the atmosphere.

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[atinylittlepain]

Firehouse Harrington - New Beginnings - Chapter 1

Fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc

steve harrington masterlist

warnings | 18+ angst, descriptions of PTSD-like symptoms, smut

a/n | thank you all so much for your patience as i plotted this next period for steve and his girl. i've had a few folks ask if i'd do a taglist for this series, so if enough people express interest i will absolutely start one! thank you as always for reading <3

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“Hey, golden girl! Wait up!” Shit. She has nearly made it out of the lab building when Thomas catches her, his voice resounding down the hall. She had been doing a decent job of avoiding him ever since their failed date, a month’s worth of dipping into empty classrooms and staying late to keep from seeing him. But today, she has finally slipped up, turning around and nervously fidgeting with the strap of her bag as he walks toward her. 

“You’re a hard girl to find. I’ve been looking for you, but you seemed to disappear on me.” She hums, trying to seem casual.

“Oh? I’ve just been really busy. Wrapping up senior year and all.” His dimple pops as he tilts his head at her.

“Busy, huh? Where are you headed right now? Can I walk with you?” Her stomach drops at his question.

“Um, I was actually just leaving for the day. I’m meeting some–”

“Let me walk you out. I’ve been wanting to talk to you again.” She huffs, realizing it’s going to be easier to give in than to keep making excuses for him to somehow ignore. She nods with a sigh, and he falls into step alongside her as they make their way toward the main exit.

“I heard you’ve already started working with Professor Graham. That’s awesome. How’s your thesis work going?” 

“Good, yeah. It’s all still preliminary stuff, but I’ve been–” For the second time, he cuts her off, and she has to fight against rolling her eyes.

“You’ll have to tell me more some time soon. This might be presumptuous, but are you doing anything tonight? It is Valentine’s Day after all.” Oh no, not presumptuous at all. She shoulders out of the front door, Thomas close on her heels before she finally turns around to look at him in the fading afternoon light.

“I have plans actually.” That doesn’t seem to deter him judging from the grin he’s still shooting her way.

“What? Movie night with your girlfriends?” She goes to answer him, but is promptly cut off by the low rumbling of an engine coming closer, both of their heads turning to see a motorcyclist pulling up to the curb. As the person on the motorcycle removes their helmet, it’s her turn to grin as Thomas’ face falls, his eyes darting between her and the bike.

“Bye, Thomas. Happy Valentine’s Day.” With that, she all but skips away from him and towards the low-thrumming bike.

“Hey, pretty. He giving you trouble?” She presses a few quick kisses to his lips, effectively drawing his attention away from Thomas as she brushes her thumb along his cheek.

“Hi, Stevie. No trouble, just annoying.” Steve huffs, eyes darting over her shoulder one more time to look at Thomas, but she’s quick to tug his chin back toward her.

“Steve, it’s fine. He’s just a total asshat.” He snorts at that, shaking his head as he looks at her through his lashes.

“Always with that mouth, huh? Alright, baby, let’s go before doctor asshat burns a hole through me with his eyes.” She laughs, glancing over her shoulder. Sure enough, Thomas is still watching them with a very furrowed look on his face, and it just makes her laugh harder as she turns back around to her man. She brushes his flopped-over waves out of his eyes as he grins at her.

“Helmet?” He nods, reaching back to pull out another helmet from the saddlebag and hand it to her. It was the only way she agreed to ever get on the thing with him, a project he had taken up after reading some book about zen and motorcycles that his therapist had recommended. So long as he always wore his helmet – the helmet that she specifically picked out for him because it was certified by the Brain Injury Association of America – she was just happy to see him so excited about something. 

She clicks her own helmet on before stumbling to throw her leg over the humming bike, hands quick to find purchase around Steve’s waist. She’d never admit it to him, but it’s always a bit thrilling, getting on the back of Steve Harrington’s motorcycle.

…

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like it?”

“This is like– the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” Steve has to hide his proud smile at her words behind a bite of pasta. He had wanted to do something really nice for his girl for Valentine’s, and had even begrudgingly called his mom to get the recipe for her famous spaghetti. Gina Harrington had been surprised to hear from her son, but had also chewed him out pretty quickly.

“Is this for a girl, Steven?” He was glad she couldn’t pick up on the way he was blushing over a landline.

“Well, she must be special if she’s got you cooking for her. When am I gonna meet this girl, huh? You should visit soon. I miss my baby boy.” 

He had barely made it out of the phone call alive, his mother somehow twisting a visit out of him for her birthday in March, with the hesitant promise that he’d bring his girl along to meet “la familia.” On his mother’s side, Steve came from pure Italian roots, and an extended family big enough to start its own circus. But, watching his girl smile around another bite of pasta was making the prospective trip home seem worth it.

As she finishes chewing, she quirks her eyebrow, pointing her fork at him.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Harrington.” He laughs, shaking his head, because truthfully, Steve’s never done anything like this for anyone. The closest he had come to something like this was heating up Campbell's chicken and stars for Robin when she had the stomach flu last year. And Thanksgiving, but he had really only helped with that. This one was all him, with a little assist from mama Harrington.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just glad you like it, baby.” With that, she leans across the table and presses a smacking kiss to his lips, leaving him with what feels like a really dopey grin as she sits back in her chair.

“I love it. Thank you, Stevie.” During his “King Steve” days, Valentine’s had been an easy ticket to getting laid, nothing more. A well-timed box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers and his night was made. He didn’t care for the holiday then, and he doesn’t really care for it now. But he cares for her, and because of that, for the first time ever, Steve tried really hard this Valentine’s Day. 

They both sit back with content sighs, warmed by the good food and the smiles they pass back and forth.

“Did I tell you I saw Eddie on campus the other day?” He groans at that. Eddie Munson is the last thing he wants on his mind right now. She giggles.

“I saw him walking across the quad. He didn’t seem to recognize me at first when I called out his name, but it clicked pretty fast I think. He asked me if I’ve been keeping you in line.” Steve lets out a huff, raising his eyebrows at her.

“And? What’d you tell him?” 

“Told him you’ve been keeping yourself in line these days, that you’ve been working really hard. And I may have invited him over for dinner this weekend.” Steve groans, opening his mouth to protest, but she’s having none of it.

“Steve, he’s your friend. And he just moved to a new city and started college for the first time. He could use all the help he can get, alright? Poor guy was looking a little lost.” She’s got that smug look on her face like she knows he isn’t going to say no to her. 

The dynamic in their relationship has certainly shifted, and while she has insisted this is a fresh start for them, Steve fears he may never make it up to her, for what he did and how he treated her. He’s trying “painfully hard,” words his therapist had used. Diligently doing his homework assignments, keeping all of his appointments with Dr. Staub, finding odds and ends projects to keep his mind busy, Steve has been walking the walk without a doubt. But he’s finding that the further along in therapy he gets, the harder it becomes, long dormant memories getting upturned that sting just as fresh as they did when they were made. 

Staub assures him it’s all a part of the process. That it will get worse before it gets better. But there are some things he can’t even talk about with Staub. What’s the therapy protocol for processing an interdimensional war that almost destroyed the world as they know it? The memories come in brilliant, painful flashes that leave him tired and muted. When she finds him like that, he chalks it up to a hard shift at the station or a touchy therapy session. She’s always soft with him during those times, and it in turn has softened him even more. He’s still rough around the edges, and snaps at her more often than he’d like to, but it’s clear to even him how much he’s changed, and he is at least proud of that. He just hopes it’s enough to make her stay.

…

“Just leave those, baby. Can get ‘em in the morning.” Steve tugs on her wrist, pulling her away from the sink full of dishes to guide them over to the couch. They settle down into each other easily, her head resting on his chest and his arm slung over her. It’s a position they have both gotten comfortable in, many nights ending in some sort of similar tangle. While it’s sweet, she can’t help being a little frustrated that it never turns into more.

She knows she had said she wanted to take things slow this time, but compared to how they used to be, this is practically glacial. It’s been a little over a month now, and the sweet kisses and closeness have been lovely, but she’d like the pace to pick up, even just a little bit.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“I have a present for you too.” She lifts her head from his chest to see the furrowed look on his face. She can’t help the nervous laugh she lets out as she slowly stands from the couch. Steve’s grumbles of protest die in his throat when she starts to unbutton her jeans and shimmy them down her legs.

“Baby, what are you–”

“Just let me show you, Steve, please?” She can see the bob of his throat as he sits back, his eyes darting everywhere as she steps out of her jeans and quickly lifts her shirt over her head. It had been an impulse buy. She and her girlfriends had been doing some window shopping on her day off. The set had caught her eye in the display of a store she’d normally never enter, but with Valentine’s Day coming up, she decided to try something new. Something dark purple and satiny.

She swears Steve stops breathing for a moment, his eyes wide as he takes her in. It’s a bit overwhelming, the complete silence coupled with his unblinking gaze, and she starts to worry she just made a huge fool of herself, nervously wrapping her arms around her stomach.

“I-I’m sorry– this was silly– I should just–” He’s quick to cut off her mumbling, standing up and drawing her arms away, his fingers twining with hers.

“No! No, fuck– m’sorry, I just– are you trying to kill me right now?” She splutters out a laugh at his breathless question, heat rising in her cheeks. He lets go of her hands, his fingers ghosting over the tops of her breasts, the silky fabric pushing them up just slightly. When his gaze meets hers again, his eyes are blown out, dark and hazy.

“So beautiful, honey. Is this all for me?” She smiles, pressing her hands over his until his fingers are flexing into the swell of her breasts.

“It is, Steve. Do you like it?” He swallows hard as he bobs his head.

“Yes– it’s um– it’s– I like it– I like it a lot, fuck– could you– could you turn around for me? Let me see all of you?” She turns in his arms, grinning at the low curse he lets out as his fingers graze along the string waistband of her panties, before turning back around and wrapping her arms around his neck. She leans in to let her lips graze along his ear, his hands squeezing her waist as he lets out a harsh exhale.

“Happy Valentine’s, Stevie.” When he kisses her, it’s different, a little more of an edge, a little more hunger in the way he swipes his tongue along her lips and she opens up to him without hesitation. His broad palms are roaming her back, leaving light squeezes to the curve of her ass before trailing up her spine as she walks them back toward the couch. She lightly shoves him to flop back onto the couch as she kneels down between his spread legs. But as soon as she starts work at his belt buckle, Steve stops her, holding her wrists aloft between them.

“Hey, wait– you don’t have to do that, honey.” She rests her cheek on his thigh, trying to ignore the nerves that have settled back under her skin at his seeming rejection.

“I want to, Steve. Wanna make you feel good.” He sighs at that, his head hanging low as she tries to catch his downturned gaze. Now she’s starting to get worried.

“Steve?” 

“I just– I don’t deserve it– don’t deserve you– looking so pretty for me and everything.” Oh. She feels her heart sink, finally realizing what’s going on. He’s been doing so well, but she knows that Steve still beats himself up for what happened, how he had treated her. To an outsider, she thinks she probably looks like an idiot for taking him back, but she knows that how he was with her before was a reflection of calcified layers of his past. Cliche as it may be, those layers are crumbling, and she’s excited to stick around to see the Steve Harrington that survived underneath them, already catching glimmering glimpses.

She slips her hands out of his hold, both her palms resting on his thighs as she sits back on her knees. 

“Will you look at me, please?” He does, just barely, eyes meeting hers through his downturned lashes.

“I don’t know what exactly is going through your head, Steve. But I’m telling you that you do deserve to feel good. This is our fresh start, right?” That coaxes a small nod from him. She smiles, squeezing his thighs.

“Can I make you feel good now, baby?” He lets out a ragged sigh, sitting back into the couch as he fully looks at her.

“Whatever you want– I’m all yours, you know that.” It’s all she needs to hear, giving him one more smile as her hands slide from his thighs up to his belt. With a low murmured “hips up, Stevie,” his already hard cock bounces free from his shrugged down boxers and pants to rest against his tummy, smearing pre-cum over the bottom of his shirt. As she noses up the vein that trails the thick underside of him, he scrunches his eyes shut, hands clenching in his hair. She missed that look. 

She laps at his swollen tip, enjoying the way the muscles of his thighs tense and jump under her palms, before finally taking him into the heat of her mouth. Steve has always been a stretch, in more ways than one, and as she starts to work him over that familiar ache settles in the hinge of her jaw, her one hand coming to stroke what her mouth just can’t reach. 

“Oh fuck– s’really good– so good to me– fucking perfect, honey–” She missed that too, his broken praises and breathy moans encouraging her on, licking a hot stripe up his throbbing length that has him throwing his head back into the couch. 

“Wait– shit, you gotta stop.” She freezes immediately, pulling back with concern washed over her face. Steve just huffs.

“I want– I wanna feel you, please.” Suddenly, the dull ache that had settled in her core thrums brighter at his words as he’s already helping her up to straddle his thighs. He pulls her into a hard kiss, confidence clearly growing in his movements as his hands squeeze at the swell of her ass, rocking her against him.

“Can I touch you, honey? Get you ready for me, huh?” His words are a strange mixture of the old and new Steve, still a twinge of his cocky certainty laced with his new sweetness. It makes her thighs clench around him. She nods around a breathy “please,” and he finally gives her that dirty grin she remembers so well. 

His hand toys with the satin front of her panties, his palm dipping down to cup her heat through the fabric as she bucks into his grip. He lets out a harsh breath through his nose when he finally dips his hand underneath the fabric, fingers swiping through her folds as she mewls into his neck.

“Fuck, baby– so wet, huh? S’all for me?” She huffs out a pitchy “uh-huh” as he swipes over her clit before dipping a finger down to pump inside of her.

“Steve, more– please, baby.” He shushes her with a kiss to her sternum, adding a second finger to his steady rhythm as she grinds down onto his hand. 

“Always gotta spread you open first, huh, pretty? Get your perfect little pussy ready for me.” His words have her already teetering on the edge of release, her cunt fluttering around his deep stroking fingers as she digs her nails into his shoulders.

“Will you come for me, honey? Wanna see you so bad. Please, baby.” That’s new, and evidently all it takes to snap the snared pleasure pulled taut along her spine as she comes with a stuttered gasp of his name, her hips jerking as he works her through it.

“That’s it, honey. Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” She sighs when he finally takes his fingers away, her eyes widening when he sucks them into his mouth with a low groan.

“Missed that taste. Missed you– shit, I need you so bad.” She whimpers at his words. It’s a tangled mess, he tugs his shirt off over his head and she slips her panties to the side as he fists himself, lining his tip up with her clenching entrance. Ragged sighs run through both their throats as she starts to sink down onto him, the sweet burn of it making her dizzy as she seats herself fully on his thighs. She swears she can feel him twitch inside her.

“Shit– nothing feels like this– s’too good– too fucking good– can you move, honey, please?” She gives her hips a weak swirl, both of them gasping as he grazes even deeper inside her. She’s all but collapsed into him, hiding her face in his neck, her arms clinging around his neck as she tries to bounce on his cock.

“Steve, please– I need– need you to–” He shushes her, pressing a kiss to her temple as his hands firm up on the curve of her ass. 

“I got you, honey– gonna give my girl what she needs, huh?” His hips tilt, thrusting up inside her as he holds her steady against him. His name is a breathless chant on her lips as he finds a pace, her hips grinding down into his with each thrust.

They’ve both needed this for a while now, and it’s clear in the sloppy tempo and how close they both seem to that cliff of pleasure already. She pulls away from him to smear her lips against his in what could only barely be called a kiss with the way they’re both panting into each other.

“So fucking close, honey– wanna feel you– c’mon, I know you can– come for me, pretty.” One of his hands comes around to splay over her hip, his fingers dipping down to circle her clit and it’s enough to have her falling into pleasure for a second time, spasming hard around him. Steve is quick to follow, holding her hard against his chest, as his warmth spreads through her, a low curse fizzling out on his lips as he buries his face in her chest. 

They stay like that for a while, trying to steady their heaving breath in each other’s arms. She rakes her fingers through his mussed hair and he tilts his chin up to look at her with blown-out eyes.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stevie.” 

As they get cleaned up, gentle touches in the shower and smiles through the warm steam, she can’t help but think about how different that had been. She knows sex isn’t all about control, but it had certainly felt like she had more of it, that Steve was the one waiting for her to call the shots. It was different, but after all, they are different.

Different is good, right?

#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #steve harrington au #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[melloween-candie]

Jealousy [L.G]

Lip Gallagher x Reader

Summary

You and Lip has always been best friends, but the day Lip meet Karen, things changed- for the worst! You never pictured yourself to be the jealous type, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't hurt seeing your crush fighting for that so called 'family' growing in Karens womb.

Warning! Bad language, Small mention of sexual deeds

Word count: 752

[Angst/High school]

Part 1, Part 2

Shameless Masterlist

Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

You and Lip have been best friends for years. Nothing was ever able to get in between you two until one day when he met Karen.

Now you never really liked Karen all that much; however, Lip was fascinated by her, and you never knew why. She was a total bi*ch to almost all the girls in school. She's the type of girl that girls have to look out for in case they want to keep their man. A complete homewrecker. She was also known as the school sl*t.

Karen had a lot of labels, and honestly, she never even cared. Though what conflicted you was the fact that she took an interest in Lip. You knew that those two only met because Karen needed tutoring.

"They probably fu*ked." Said one of your friends.

You were currently walking down to your science lab. Expecting Lip to be in his usual spot. Of course, the teacher didn't assign any assign seats, that is-

When you walked in, you saw Karen- Since when did she take chemistry? You sat down at your usual seat, waiting for Lip, your lab partner.

Eventually, he walked in; of course, he was late as per usual. You moved your bookbag, expecting him to sit down right next to you, but he never came.

You turned your head to see him sitting with the girl you could barely tolerate. Karen Jackson.

Time Skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

"What does he see in her?!" You questioned.

"Girl, don't worry about it. He's only talking to her to get in between her panties." Said F/n. "I mean, seriously, it's not like he likes her. It's Lip we're talking about."

"Yeah... but he already got into her 'panties.' He doesn't normally stick around for 'more.'" You said as you packed your books back inside your locker.

"Girl, seriously. I know you've had a crush on him since freshman year, but you really need to move on. I mean, you can do better. I hope you know that." Said F/n as (She/He/They) walked toward their next-period class.

God, this sucks. Though (She/He/They) made a point... I mean, Karen's just a phase... right?

Time Skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

It has been a couple of months later. Lip and Karen have grown even closer. Closer than Y/n expected. It's to the point where Lip always goes to her house now... Y/n obviously doesn't like this. She doesn't want to admit it, but she misses her dumba*s.

Though she wasn't going to be happy to hear the news tomorrow...

It's quite sad, really... After all, Lip once told her that he wouldn't leave her for dead.

Time Skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

You sighed, turning off the TV.

I guess he's not coming...

This is the third time this month that he missed Movie Night Friday. You were starting to think that he didn't care.

You called him- ring, ring.

***Lip's Pov***

"Fuck... yes-" Lip moaned.

Buzz, Buzz

"Huh? Wait- hold on, Karen, Y/n's calling." Lip said as he got off her.

Karen just rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, what's up?" Said Lip as he got dressed.

You can hear Karen whining in the background.

"Hey. Ah- Did you forget? It's Friday... again."

"Oh- shit. Hold on, I'll be there in a minute-"

"No." You interrupted him. "Forget about it. Maybe next time. Bye."

"Y/n wai-"

With that, you hung up the call.

Shit

"I got to go, Karen." Lip says as he puts on his jacket-

"Why do you even care about her?" She asked as she lit a cigarette.

Lip paused for a moment. Then grabbed the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Cause." He said as the cigarette wiggled between his teeth.

Karen got up. "That's not an answer." She said as she followed him to her bedroom door.

"Does it matter? Why do you even care?" Said Lip defensively.

"I don't." She stated. "But you clearly do. I mean seriously. You'd rather- watch a movie. Instead of getting high- with me? You'd rather hang out with a girl who wouldn't dare to THINK about screwing you?" Karen placed a hand on Lip's chest. "I mean, come on, Lip. Why don't you just stay with me tonight? We can have lots of fun!"

Lip couldn't even mutter a word. He was completely flustered, standing there. A hard one was forming in his pants, and Karen shut the door behind him. She knew she won this round.

#shameless #lip gallagher #lip x reader #lip gallagher x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #shameless au #shameless fanfiction #crush #jealousy #drama #dramatic

[scarlettriot]

BREAKING POINT: PT 7 - After Party

Pairing: Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: Vomit, Talk of Sexual Assault, Drinking, Swearing, Alcohol Aversion

Contains: College AU. Kiri plays hockey. Hurt/Comfort. As said above, sexual assault is talked about, if this makes you uncomfortable, please proceed with caution! Reader does not drink!

Summary: The part following the team's away win should've been fun, but an innocent mistake makes the whole night go awry, and some truths come spilling out.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Tag List: @sleepynaya, @kenmakai, @ace-of-books, @swirrley, @silverhairsimp, @weebaboobs, @meggsngrits @requi-escence, @thepuckishrogue, @moon-soul

A/N: I did it. Hehe. FINALLY. This particular chapter has taken me an unbearable amount of time to get through but we're finally here, folks. This one took a whole lot out of me to write and, I'm afraid the next one isn't gonna be a whole lot easier but I've already started to work on it! But, without further ado, enjoy part seven, everyone ♡

Word Count: 3,935

Over the course of the season thus far, the team had thrown a couple house parties to celebrate their wins. You expected this one to be similar, but when you arrived, it appeared the guest list had damn near doubled. People were gathered on Mirio and Tamaki’s front porch, and the door was wide open with loud music pouring out. 

Dancing was taking place in the living room, tables and sofas pushed far out of the way, leaving plenty of room for people to move about. You skillfully maneuvered around the edge of the makeshift dance floor, waving at the few familiar faces, and kept looking for one redhead in particular. 

You really weren’t too surprised to find Eijiro in the kitchen, red cup in hand, and talking to the pretty girl who’d come up to him and Katsuki early that morning at breakfast. You gave them space, just like you did when she’d bring him baked goods before games and asked to be his partner in labs. He never really talked much about her, but no matter what Mina said or how many times she told you how much closer you were to him than this woman was, you couldn’t help but feel there might be something more between them. 

It was a feeling that didn’t settle well in your chest, so you grabbed a cup and filled it from a pitcher labeled ‘Juice’ and headed off to find anyone else you knew. Your eyes landed on Denki first, fiddling with a playlist on his phone to keep the music going. “Hey! Ya made it!” He slung an arm around you. “You’ve got good taste in music. This playlist’s almost up; pick a new one.” 

He had a couple already selected for you to choose from, all of which gave off similar upbeat vibes. You ran through the featured artists on each of them, “This one.” 

“Good choice, good choice.” He lined it all up and then plugged it back in before taking you by your free hand and pulling you right out onto the dance floor. He spun you around and, with his hands on your waist, guided you right to where Hanta and Mina were. 

“You’re here!” Mina squeaked and tossed her arms around you, nearly spilling both your drinks in the process. They wasted no time making space for you in their little group, the four of you jumping to the beat as one song morphed into the next. 

You took a sip of the drink, thinking it’d be something refreshing to cool you down, but the juice you grabbed tasted… horrible. Like, downright awful. And the way your face scrunched up clearly made that known. 

“What is it?” Hanta asked. 

Your stomach twisted. “I think– oh, man– I think that juice is expired or something. It tastes awful.” You passed the cup over to Mina and she tried it next while you started to feel just a smidge ill. She licked her lips a little and thoughtfully tasted it. 

“No, babe, this is just standard jungle juice. You might not like the alcohol that they threw in.” 

With no warning at all, it felt like the floor had given way beneath you. Your stomach churning in an instant. “Alcohol?” You muttered weakly. 

She nodded. “Yup. Rum, schnapps, and a few wines, I think– Hey! Where ya goin’!?” 

“Damn, never knew she couldn’t handle her alcohol…” You barely even heard what Hanta had said. Bile was inching up your throat. You could feel it and knew what was going to happen. You ran through the kitchen, “Y/N!” Eijiro’s voice didn’t even register. The bathroom door was locked, and you couldn’t wait. Tossing open the back door instead, you barely made it into the grass before spilling the contents of your stomach out in the yard. 

Gods, you were so thankful everyone was still gathered inside or out front. There was no one to witness this mess. Except the heavy footfalls racing across the deck and over to where you were doubled over. “The hell happ– O– oh– okay.” You heaved again, and Eijrio gathered your hair up for you. “‘S alright. Let it out.” You were so fucking embarrassed. “That’s it…” He rubbed broad circles against your back until you were just panting, trying to catch your breath. 

This really couldn’t get any worse… or so you thought.

“Kiri!” A shrill voice called, “Come back inside! I wanna dance!” 

And you wanted to vomit all over again. “Can’t right now, Mari. ‘M busy!” 

There was a little huff, “But we were having fun!”

Something you rarely heard crept out in Eijiro’s tone as he reiterated, “I can’t. I’m busy.”

She tried coaxing him again, but he just ignored her now, and about a minute later, you heard the door open and close again, and then another round of vomit came. The grass was torn up from how tight your fingers dug into the wet earth; it sept into your jeans, making both your knees freezing cold. 

“‘M sorry, Ei.” You whimpered when you could. 

“Don’t be. It’s really alright. Take as much time as you need.” 

The door opened again, and you prepared yourself to hear Mari’s demanding tone, but a much more welcomed one touched your ears instead. “Y/N, oh fuck, babe…” You looked up and, through bleary eyes, saw Itsuka’s copper hair coming down the steps towards you. “What happened?” 

“I dunno, really. I wasn’t with her.” Eijiro admitted, “I think she just drank too much.” 

Itsuka shook her head. “That’s not possible. Y/N doesn’t drink.” 

Eijiro opened his mouth like he was going to say something but shut it again as he took a second to think. “Wait… you’re right. I’ve never seen you drink any kind of alcohol.” 

“That’s because she has an aversion to it. Sweetie, did someone give you something?” 

You shook your head and explained how you’d done it to yourself by mistake. “Got it. Think ya can stand? Lemme get you home.” 

With Eijiro’s help, you were able to get back on your feet though your knees did feel significantly more wobbly than before. “You– you just got here though, Suka. I can make it home, promise.” 

“Absolutely not. If anything, I can get you situated back home and come back here if I really want to.” 

“Or I can just getcha home?” The both of you looked up at Eijiro but didn’t say much of anything. “We literally have these parties after every game, missing one isn’t a big deal for me at all. Suka, you and Tet never really get nights out like this. You should enjoy it.” 

She looked hesitant, and you knew it wasn’t because she didn’t trust Eijiro to get you home but because she didn’t want to leave you alone. “Wanna at least walk back with us?” You offered, and she nodded her head. 

Just a couple of seconds later, Eijiro knelt to the ground with his back towards you, “Hop on.” 

Normally, you would’ve protested. Insisted that you could walk just fine on your own. But the world was still spinning far more than it should’ve been, so you wrapped your arms around him, and he stood back up, locking his hands under your legs. “Damn, have you always been this tall?” You muttered, and all he could do was laugh. “Hey, you sure Mari is gonna be alright with you leavin’? Should you tell her or something?” 

“It doesn’t really matter what she thinks, and no, I don’t need to tell her anything. We were just talkin’ was all.” 

He didn’t carry you through the house but rather around it and then down the sidewalk, starting the trip back to your apartment, and it wasn’t long after that he started asking the questions you knew were bound to come. 

“So, you have an aversion to alcohol…? Did you get sick off it?” 

You swallowed thickly because even though you knew he’d ask, talking about it still wasn’t easy. “Ei… don’t.” Itsuka tried to avoid the conversation, but maybe it’d be better if Itsuka wasn’t the only one who knew what happened to you. And you were around Eijiro a lot, it kinda made sense. 

“Suka… can you tell him?” 

Her teal eyes met yours. “You want me to tell him? All of it? The whole thing?” 

Shock and concern were evident in her tone and the widening of her eyes when you nodded your head. 

“Um… alright.” She took a deep breath, “So, there was this party our senior year of high school, like the party of the year. We all decided to go as a group and just take an uber home if things got too wild. Y/N hadn’t really drank before that night, and she only had one when we got there. The night went on, and this guy who graduated a few years before us started really flirting with Y/N. It seemed harmless to us, but he kept pushing things, and we didn’t know about it,” 

It was then that you burrowed into the back of Eijiro’s neck, hating that you didn’t speak up sooner or go find them that night. Things could’ve been so different if you had. 

“He kept giving her drinks, telling her she’d enjoy the night more if only she loosened up. Then he convinced her to go on an ice run. He got her alone in a car, and that was when Y/N realized just how much he had, that he shouldn’t be driving.” Eijiro’s hands flexed anxiously below you. “She said she told him not to go anywhere, that someone more sober should. He agreed but then told her they should do something else while they were alone in the car.” 

Itsuka took a long pause, looking at you like she wasn’t sure if she should keep going. When you didn’t stop her, she pressed on but, for your sake, kept the details of this part as vague as possible. Eijiro didn’t need specifics. “He tried to force himself on her. She was hurt but managed to hit him with a bottle he had in the car and got out before anything real fucking messed up happened. We found her shortly after that.” 

“I haven’t been able to drink alcohol since that night. Even thinking about it can make me puke sometimes.” You explained. 

Eijiro was quiet for about a block, letting the story sink in, and then very casually inquired,  “So, uh, where is this guy now?” 

“Jail, thank fuck.” Itsuka proudly told him. “Right where he belongs!” 

“He was arrested for a DUI a couple months after the assault.”

“That’s good, real good,” He mumbled, and his thumbs rubbed gently against your legs. 

Did you even realize you were shaking? Eijiro could feel the way you trembled, and he wished like hell he could’ve held you closer. Was it from the cold, being sick, or the story Itsuka told? Some combination of the three? He wasn’t capable of thinking about anything else the rest of the way to your apartment. 

How had he not known you went through that! There was no way he could’ve. Logically, he knew that, but it didn’t stop him from feeling this guilt build in his chest that there was nothing he could do to help. Or the rage burning in his chest, hatred for this faceless, nameless pitiful excuse for a man. 

But then you settled against him again, warm breath fanning over his neck, and he decided he’d just be thankful that you were okay now. That you were here with them now. Because gods wouldn’t be able to help the sorry bastard who attempted to pull that shit on you now that he’s around. 

Ten minutes later, Itsuka had unlocked the apartment, and Eijiro carried you all the way back to the bathroom, where Itsuka already had the water running. 

He knew he could’ve headed back to the party, but he opted to wait in your living room instead, wanting to make sure you were okay. It didn’t matter that it was nearly an hour later until he saw you again or that he was pretty sure he heard you crying with Itsuka once the shower shut off; he waited nonetheless. 

When you did come back to the living room, your cheeks looked slightly puffy, your eyes a little red, your hair was wet, and you were in a hoodie that he definitely knew was his. You walked right up to him when he stood from the sofa and wrapped your arms around his middle. 

“Thanks for everything, Eiji.” 

“You don’t have t’thank me at all.”

You looked up at him with a crooked smile. It didn’t reach your eyes like usual, and that made everything so much worse. “Have fun at the party, okay? You deserve it.” 

He shook his head. “I don’t really think I’m gonna stick around once I walk Itsuka back… could I come over here? We could catch up on our show instead?” 

It’d be fine if you told him no. He would completely understand if you needed time to be alone, but he started to feel a little better when you nodded your head. “If you’re sure that’s whatcha wanna do.” 

“‘M positive.” 

“You look like you wanna say or ask something, Ei. Spit it out.” Itsuka always knew when he had something on his mind, he could never hide it from her. 

“What did you mean by, ‘real fucking messed up’? How… how far did–” 

“That doesn’t matter, Ei.” He recoiled a bit, feeling guilty for even asking, “He got far enough that she vomits when she tastes alcohol, and gets queasy when she even thinks of drinking. For months she wouldn’t ride alone in a car with a guy. She still rarely does,” He couldn’t help but suddenly recall all the times you’ve been in the jeep with just him, this morning included, “Yeah, you should consider yourself pretty lucky.” She finally took a breath, “If she wants to tell you the particulars, she will, but don’t count on it. She barely talks about that night, ever.” 

He nodded slowly. “Why didn’t she say anything at all though? She could’ve just told us she doesn’t drink…” 

“Probably for the same reason you haven’t told her the fucked up shit Monoma did to you…” 

He stopped and held an arm out, blocking her path. “Whoa! Those situations are entirely different!” 

Itsuka shrugged. “The situations aren’t the same, but the reasons you don’t talk about them are pretty similar:” And then she ticked them off on her fingers. “You feel hate and anger about what he did, and so does she. You’re embarrassed by the situation, and so is she, even though neither of you has a reason to be. You think if you tell people, they’re gonna judge you and treat you differently, and so does she.”

He couldn’t even argue with her because everything she said was true. And it sucked so much more to know you felt all those same terrible feelings that he tries with all his might to keep hidden so deep down within him. 

“She let you know about one of the darkest times in her life…” She patted his chest, “maybe it’s time to think about telling her yours.” 

That was easier said than done though. Of course, the difference was their little group of friends all knew about what happened to him. Monoma tormented all of them, he just happened to take a particular interest in making Eijiro’s life a living hell. 

The whole walk back from the party (again), he thought about what Itsuka had said. Maybe he could tell you. There was really nothing to be afraid of. He knew you wouldn’t judge him for it, and he might even be able to protect you from whatever little game Monoma was playing… if he was playing one. It had been a few years, the man could’ve finally grown up, but that still didn’t change what he’d done. At least, if you had all the information, you could take all the facts and make the decision to befriend him or not. 

Yeah, he’d find a time to tell you. Not tonight though. You had way too much happen for him to dredge up his own drama tonight. 

On his way, he stopped at the convenience store. Stocked up on a hearty supply of your favorite drinks and snacks, as well as some plain crackers and ginger ale, just in case your stomach was still uneasy. 

When he got back though, he didn’t make it up the steps. He saw you sitting in the little courtyard that was actually quiet for once. 

“Y/N…” He called quietly, not wanting to startle you, but you kept your head tipped up, looking at an inky sky with stars sewn into it. You look so damn peaceful, lost in your own little world. “Babe?” He tried this time, and you look back over your shoulder at him. “Whatcha doin’ out here?” As he took a couple steps closer, he could see the tear streaks drying down your cheeks in the bright moonlight, and it made him rush to you. 

“The chilly air feels kinda good.” Your voice still sounded small and tired. 

“Awe, babe…” You stayed sitting in the chair, and he wrapped his arms around you tight. “‘M sorry.” 

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Your chin rested on his stomach so you were able to look up at him just like earlier, but this time he didn’t think before cupping your face in his hands and brushing away the few tears that spilled over when your eyes closed. 

He knew he had nothing to apologize for, but he still hated seeing you in pain, knowing you were hurting. That’s when he remembered there was something he could do to take your mind off things, at least for a little while. 

“Wanna sit out here for a little longer or head inside?” His hoodie was warm, but under it, you just had a pair of sleep shorts on and these plastic chairs had to be freezing cold. “The cold might feel good, but Itsuka will kill me if I letcha stay out here and you get sick.” 

You let out a wet chuckle and nodded. He had you walk ahead of him, setting a slow pace up the steps back up to your floor. “Why don’t you check out the snack I grabbed. I’m gonna change real fast.” 

He waited though, until your door shut before going to his own apartment. Kicking his jeans off before he got to his room and pulling on black sweats instead. He shed the flannel he’d been wearing too but kept the gray shirt knowing he’d be plenty warm in your apartment with just that. 

You opened the door for him and already had your favorite snack opened up and in hand. “You’re the best.” 

He beamed at the compliment. “Glad you approve.” 

A couple minutes later and you two were curled up on the sofa with a blanket over your laps, snacks and drinks spread out across the coffee table, and your favorite show was playing. 

Eijiro had his arm tucked around you. After last night, holding you like this, it felt like second nature to him. It was nice to just be here with you, in the quiet of the night, like this was how things were supposed to be. 

In fact, he barely even thought about the party the two of you had been at just an hour ago. It was far from his mind. He was barely thinking about anything else at all until there was a knock on your door. 

“Are you expecting anyone?” You shook your head, and he offered to get it. 

He left you bundled up on the sofa and answered the door to find three of your friends gathered around. 

“There you are!” Mina chirped, “They’re here!” She called down the hall, and Eijiro poked his head out to see Katsuki and Izuku coming out of his apartment. 

“What’re you guys doing here?” 

“We came looking for Y/N when she didn’t come back from the bathroom. And then that nitwit you’ve been hanging around said you’d been with her outside–” 

“So, we went outside,” Denki picked up, “And couldn’t find either of you. We thought maybe you came back in but nope.” 

“We tried calling, but your phone is dead,” Hanta shot Eijiro a look, “Shocker. We didn’t wanna bug Y/N since she was sick. So, we decided to come back here and try to find you guys hoping you just went home.” 

Eijiro heard you chuckling from the sofa and looked over to finally see a little bit of that spark back in your eyes. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t feeling great, so we came back here.” 

“Apparently havin’ a party of your own too.” Katsuki sassed, and Izuku elbowed him.

“We’re glad you’re okay, Y/N. We’ll get out of your hair.” 

One look and Eijiro knew exactly what you were about to offer, and he thought it was sweet. “Wanna stay? We’re just watching some tv.” 

“We wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.” Mina couldn’t even get through her sentence without giggling. 

“You’re not interrupting.” Eijiro rolled his eyes.

The group all decided to run off and get in their own comfy clothes before returning. In the meantime, you and Eijiro moved the snack table out of the way because you knew Denki was going to bring the air mattress over. Hanta came armed with a mountain of extra pillows and Mina with blankets. Katsuki raided their fridge because he insisted you get something decent in your belly. 

Everyone settled in and gathered around, laughter filling the room, and Eijiro was thrilled when you started joining in. It felt great having everyone around, and no one made any comments about the way he kept you close all night. The only thing was a sly wink from Mina when you fell asleep with your head in his lap. 

Nearly everyone else passed out too. Denki cuddled into Hanta’s back, and Katuski spread out like starfish on one of your sofas with Izuku curled up in a ball beside him. 

Before he knocked out though, he made himself get up, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to bed because after tonight, you deserved a good night’s rest and not to wake up with a stiff neck. 

He pulled back your blankets and gently set you down on the cool sheets, but before he had the chance to tuck you in, you scooted over and peeked an eye open. “Stay? Y’said you’d do it ‘gain.”

Gods, he really had said that just this morning. It felt like ages ago. Still, he hadn’t changed his mind. Not at all. So, he crawled in beside you, and unlike last night, you curled up with him right away, head resting on his chest and your leg over his. “Thank you, Ei. F’everythin’.” Your sleepy voice was quite possibly the cutest thing he’d ever heard. 

He kissed the top of your head and ran his hand up and down the length of your spine. “Of course. Sleep well, Y/N.” 

“Sweet dreams, baby.”  

It took Eijiro about an hour to calm his heart down after hearing that, and when he did, he still just heard you calling him ‘baby’ all throughout his dreams.

Gods, was there anything better?

A/N: Thanks for reading ♡ I'll try and be a lot quicker with updates this time around.

#tw: assault #mha #mha fan fic #bnha fan fic #kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #kirishima fluff #kirishima fic #the one where kiri plays hockey #it's back bb #scar's writing again 📕 #best red rock shark ♥️🦈

[zaynesaurora]

so rafayel is as of now my little stool for books since his myth pair isnt coming home, and for celebrating the downfall of my sanity here's a fresh can of worms 🫙 the boys as girl dads:

Zayne's daughter would be Jasmine (its the only right answer I will fight a bear if denied), I feel like she'd be a lil ball of sunshine just jumping off the walls but would try to act serious when her papa is around, Zayne def knows abt her act. He also knows that one candy is all it takes for his lil girl to get her to do anything she doesnt wanna do: veggies are ugly? Oh too bad ig I'll save this candy for next time, dont wanna brush your hair? So you dont want the strawberry lollypop I saved up :(. When bring your kid to work days comes about everyone is just getting whiplashed cause Zayne keeps on switching from work mode to dad mode (also he def makes her go play with the bunnies they keep at the hospital)

Xavier oww Xavier :( mans tired but he stays alive for his little sunshine, half asleep in the middle of a tea party with a tiara on his head. I think he'd want to name her after a celestial body but since Im not too familiar with that stuff I'll leave that up for grabs, or maybe even after sum flowers (imagine xav asking Jeremaiah abt their meaning eueue). I feel like he'd just do whatever she asks of him, mans just folding at any requests and gives us a hard time doing sum discipline; somehow we end up with our little baby and xavier giving us doe eyes cause "why did u say no to her😦". And since Xavier lowkey gives off scary dog priviledge I can just picture him holding hands walking down the street with his lil girl and just throws daggers eyeing at lil boys trying to play with her(someone hold this man back its called play date for a reason)

Rafayel would want to name his daughter obv something sea related, like maybe some old Lemurian names or even after water nymphs so again names are really just up for grabs, maybe mix n match and come up with something brand new yeah? Between him and our daughter idk whos supposed to be the adult tbh 😭 i feel like when his lil girl throws a tantrum he just starts crying along with her, and she'd stop crying cause like ??? . Prepare to come home and just see paint everywhere and a very proud daughter holding a cute little canvas covered in colors all proud, meanwhile Rafayel hiding behind the couch cause he knows a storm is brewing. Also when the kid has a hard time falling asleep u can just hear him humming songs to her until she goes to sleep eueuueue😭

Thats all enjoy my worms, made with love 🧜🏻‍♀️

— you guys are so intune with making me feel things i love girl dad!aus so much you dont understand !!

under a break bc i waffled big time

jasmineeeeee stop im gonna burst she would have a little lab coat and a fake stethoscope:(( and she’d check zaynes vitals im weeping he was designed to girl dad hes so protective of her :(

jabshsja xav the tired dad!! so true,, he was also SO GOOD at settling her when she was a baby bc man can he nap so she was so used to contact naps with him it was near impossible for you to be able to put her down to sleep :/

raf omg hes SO competitive with her its ridiculous but also he’s kinda jealous at the beginning because she gets all your attention and hes just ‘well this is gonna be hell,, what if i waste away’ AND THE FIRST TIME HE CHANGES A DIAPER oh hes definitely dry heaving

MAY I ALSO ADD THE MOST GIRL DAD OF THE ENTIRE L&DS CAST !!! CALEB !!

who’s baby girl is his entire life and his best friend, she’s like a little tiny version of him they have inside jokes from you and everything😭 and she absolutely gets her heart broken every time he has to go on long work trips but he would make up to her when he returns with little trinkets from where ever hes been and she has an entire shelf dedicated to daddies gifts waaah im melting (he also lets her play hairdresser on him and will come to you about something mundane with two tiny pigtails) anyway let me cry

#asks— #🧜‍♀️ — nonnie #love and deepspace

[reverie-verse]

Peter Parker x Reader- Falling Into His World Pt. 3

Here are the other parts Part 1 Part 2 Prompt: Reader quite literally falls into his world. She is his favorite character from his book and he is a favorite character from hers. She’s not sure how it happened. He’s not sure how to help but he still tries. After all, he is New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. On the other hand she’s from California and not from his world.

*Gwen is in this chapter.

*Y/B/N = Your/Best Friends/Name

College Peter Parker & College Reader

Could be read for any Peter of your choosing.

Ayyyeee I hope y’all enjoy this one becaauusseee it took forever to do. 😭

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“You must be Y/n, Peter has spoken quite a lot about you.” Gwen still holds a generous smile with kindness etched in her eyes. Peters gaze move from hers to around the room then back to you. You chuckled turning your beautifully colored eyes back to Gwen.

“ I can only hope they are good things, considering I’m not from around here.”

Gwen giggles “ I promise you they are all good things. Though I’d have to say It’s quite intriguing to see you standing here in person. Can you tell me a little bit about what happened?” she ushered you both into the living room of her apartment.

You sat down on the couch and your best friend made it to her snack stash. Peter walked toward the window looking down upon the city. “ Well uh I came home from work Y/B/N had gone out with some friends. I stayed home and cleaned up a bit and then I went into my room. I was tired so I laid down and listened to some music and I ended up here”

“ That's it? Do you remember anything else? What were you thinking about?” Looking at Gwen she must’ve come from her lab. Her lab coat was still on her hair slicked back into its blonde ponytail. Her skirt pencils shoes in the form of heels. You held your breath in and just for a second you felt…well you felt like you were a test subject. As if you were being questioned on if a certain serum worked. You shoved those feelings and thoughts aside. You needed a way home and you need answers as to why or how you got here.

“ Uh no not really it all kind of happened so fast.” You replied looking down at your hand to avoid any eye contact. Deep down you knew you were dreaming about Peter, you didn’t want anyone to know that.

Gwen looked at you as she squatted down next to you “I need to know every detail. I can’t help you if you’re holding back on information”

Well there goes that plan. You sighed at this point your best friend had found a bag of chips eating them. Peter had looked away from the window towards you. His damn eyes always found you. You could feel them burning holes through you as you whispered “ I dreamt about Peter” Gwen nodded taking in the information.

“ You dreamt about Peter, you woke up in his world” Gwen repeats as she stands up and begins to pace in front of you deep in thought the more you spoke.

“ Yes and then when we went to sleep last night we woke up Y/B/N was here and there was an open portal” You told her in hopes she might pick up on something you don’t. “Y/B/N was able to walk through but it shut before we could even walk near it”

Peter finally spoke “ We think it might be a one way door between dimensions. It’s somehow being accessed while she’s around”

Gwen nods “ I can see the possibility but I think you’re wrong. I think it’s Y/n who’s opening the portal”

“ Me?!” You looked at her like she grew two heads. You stood up from the couch. Your best friend had made it to the bar stool that was under the counter. She happened to have been enjoying the entertainment.

“ Yes!” Gwen smiled. “Here’s why, The portal seems to only open when you are asleep. Each time it’s sent you back and forth to the places you love the most. From what it sounds like. You ended up in Peter's world and you ended up with your best friend joining you. The question is how do we get you to open it while you're awake.-“

“ Now hold on we don’t know that for sure I mean come on it could be anything right?” You bargained with her refusing to believe that you could hold that type of power let alone any power.

Gwen shook her head “ I think it’s you. The only way I know for sure is if we test it.”

“ Test?” You shook your own head now it was your turn to begin pacing. “ I-I- don’t know about this. What if we are wrong? Then what?” Peter walked over to you moving past Gwen. You were nervous and becoming more anxious. Peter stood in between you and Gwen blocking your view. It was almost like you shrinked in size. Almost like you were shrinking into yourself. The stress and the anxiety hit you completely.

Peter's heart cared for you, he wanted to comfort you. He created a barrier between you and what was about to become your future.“ It’s okay, we can figure this out together. I promise I’ll be right here.”

Your face was smashed into his chest “ Yeah expect when you go and save the city” His arms wrapped around you tightly holding you there. You melted into his touch, you were sure he felt it.

“ If I don’t protect the city, who will?” He chuckled as he continued to hold you, your warmth gave him a charge. He felt connected with you.

“ Me” You replied half jokingly.

Peter sighed “ The only way you can do that is by checking to see if it is you. I could use a sidekick”

You pulled away slightly to glare at him. “ I am not a side kick. Matter of fact I hope I do get powers cuz I’ll kick your ass” You playfully warned him as he held you, your hands rested against his chest. You looked at Gwen nodding your head telling her that you would do it. Gwen gives you a hopeful smile.

Y/B/N had walked over to Gwen during the moment of Peter'sand Y/N’s intense moment of romanticism.

Gwen leaned to the side to whisper to Y/B/N. “You see what I’m seeing right?”

Y/B/N smirks “ Oh yeah this has been going on all morning long”

“ Seriously?” Gwen questions as she looks at her.

“Seriously” She replies with a smile.

“ No I meant the-“ Gwen starts

“ The romance-“ Y/B/N finishes her sentence

“ No the spider tingle” Gwen says as Y/B/N awkwardly shoves another chip in her mouth.

Peter's head turned toward the window, he could hear something, or feel something the rest of you couldn’t. You knew what that meant. You sighed “ Go save the world Spider-Man I’ll be here testing.” Peter turned to look at you as you slid your hands down his chest reaching behind you to unclasp his hands so that you could leave his sweet embrace. Peter managed to still grab a hold of one hand. In that same moment his hand slipped from yours slowly and gently. His one final touch before he makes his way towards the window to climb out of it. He stops for a second or two half way in and Halfway out he offers you a soft smile and a wink. He only allows you to admire for a glimpse then he’s gone.

An audible “awwwee” could be heard, you felt the heat of exposure and embarrassment from the intimate moment crawl on your skin. Though you held a small smile for that interaction boy did you both have each other’s hearts and yes everyone knew that. You turned to look at Gwen and Y/B/N grabbing a pillow and throwing it at them “ Let’s go get that testing done” the three of you walked to her laboratory.

You had laid down on a medical bed your hair pulled back into two French braids. You wore a sports bra and sweats. These allowed for Gwen to attach monitor wires to your head and chest. She says that it was meant to keep an eye on your heart and a way to monitor your brain activity. Of course you thought she was insane and your best friend just happened to be so invested she followed Gwen around asking her questions about everything under the sun. You began to become frustrated you’ve been at this for hours and nothing was happening. You couldn’t fall asleep and it didn’t help that you had two people watching you attempt to sleep.

You turned your head to look at Gwen and Y/B/N “You both are making it extremely hard to sleep”

Gwen grimaces “ I know but this is the best we can do”

You sighed “ Can we at least turn the lights off?”

Gwen grimaced again “ I can’t dim the lights either with how dark they already are.”

“ Alright, Alright, Alright” You mumbled.

Y/B/N had made a face signaling that she had an idea.

You raised your eyebrows “ Oooh no”

Y/B/N smiled ” Listen it happened with Peter and me too. You thought about us and a portal created because we were important”

“I-I don’t know-“

Gwen nodded, snapping her fingers “ No she’s right, you opened those portals by making a connection. Try connecting with a memory of your favorite place or favorite restaurant or something from your world that connects you to ours”

“ Peter” Your best friend whispers only for you and Gwen to look at her as if she grew two heads. You sighed nodding one more time before getting comfortable again.

“Okay here it goes” you say you shut your eyes allowing your body and mind to slow down. You took a few deep breaths allowing your mind to wander. As it drifted you found yourself looking for Peter. Your mind searched and wandered until it found him. It was a simple memory the moment you two shared as you held hands, your memory shifts showing you the last few seconds before he left to save the city. Or the moment when you first saw him when he had taken off his mask as you both realized you met each other’s fictional character. The one they connected with and bonded with. Sometimes people find themselves loving.

Gwen gasped as a portal began to open before her eyes and Y/B/N’s. The portal in the shape of a circle, a white glow is visible around the ring. On the rims of the ring were vibration ripples. Almost as if it were water and someone had skipped rocks along the shore into the deeper end. It was beautiful up until it was ruined by Peter. The three of you were positioned behind him so he was not able to see you. Gwen and Y/B/N had stood in front of the medical bed blocking his view. Peter standing in the middle of an alleyway, between where you three were and on otherside where about five other men stood.

He was in a sense trapped. Peter had turned around sensing that the three of you were in the portal. He panicked “ What-what are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here!” He waves his hands around trying to somehow make all of you disappear. Gwen peeked over her shoulder to check up on you in the medical bed but you were gone. Gwen’s eyes widened, Y/B/N had caught on her eyes widening as well.

She gulps and whispers to Gwen “ Where is Y/N?”

Gwen turns back to look at Y/B/N “ I don’t know she was right there”She whispers.

Peter magically heard the two whispers back and forth “Are you kidding me?! You lost her?!!” He whispered and yelled. The three of them began to argue, forgetting that he was in the middle of working on some street crime.

You, had found yourself in a position unlike anything before. You drifted. You weren’t where your friends were, you weren’t exactly where Peter was either. On either side of you was a portal. One connecting you to Gwen’s apartment and her homemade lab. The other being the alley way Peter stood in. Screams echoed into the emptiness of the space between you and both portals. Around you was nothing but empty dark space and the only illumination you had were from the two portals. Though with little time each portal began to close. You run from one side attempting to reach at least a portal in time to cross it, you don’t. You huffed turning around determined to make it to the other side hopefully making it across. You book it to the portal only for you to bounce off of it like a basketball hitting the backboard. You flew a few paces back before finally hitting the ground.

When colliding with a cold floor your back aches in pain and groans. You tried to sit up watching the last little light coming from the portal disappear. You sat there in the dark. There was nothing there to comfort you, you felt lost, stuck and afraid. You could however hear screams echo off in the distance. Where the hell were you? Your breathing picks up. The screams are getting closer yet it’s still a fairly good distance away. It was useless to look around because you couldn’t see a damn thing. You stood up from your seated position on the ground. You needed to get out of here and there was no way for you to do it when you couldn’t sleep. How could you sleep? It was cold, dark, and eerie.

You decided to stand up and walk. What’s the worst that could happen? You huffed you knew anything could happen. You're in the dark unable to see a damn thing, the creepy screams sending you on edge. Something was trapped in here with you. You could panic or you could search for a way out. That sounds like a better plan than staying in one area. You had no idea where you were going or what you’d run into. As you walked you tried to not curl in on yourself. Anxiety filled every part of you mixed with a pinch of fear from the dark abyss.

You thought back to what Gwen and Y/B/N had said.

“Y/B/N smiled ‘Listen it happened with Peter and me too. You thought about us and a portal created because we were important’

Gwen nodded, snapping her fingers ‘No she’s right, you opened those portals by making a connection. Try connecting with a memory of your favorite place or favorite restaurant or something from your world that connects you to ours’”

They were onto something if not you wouldn’t be trapped between Gwen’s apartment and the alleyway Peter stood in. The screams had finally reached you. As it hit your ear drums vibrating through your body, you could tell it may be a few feet away. You freeze in your spot, your breathing becoming faster. The screams lowered to an ugly “rrrraaahhh” sound it could almost pass as a zombie. You could feel it’s breath on your skin. You shut your eyes feeling as though you could not escape. You left your friends to fight by themselves though you wanted to save them. Yet here you were in a place you put yourself through only to die. At least Peter could save your friends and maybe this was your fate all along. Oh Peter what would he say? What would you say? All these thoughts and emotions connected you to them. You felt every emotion, every thought and dream. Their faces flashed before your eyes.

You saw a flickering of a white light. Opening in your eyes you looked down at your hands. A beautiful white current of light dances across your fingers for a second. In that same second a skeletal figure roared as it charged at you. You yell “ Shit!” You pivot on your feet running the opposite direction. Unfortunately for you the Skeleton flew it had no feet, only the power of flight. You start slamming your hands together attempting to gain that spark back. “ Come on, come on, come onnn”. Your hands sparked a few times but not enough to do much with it. You tried to bring forth the memories you locked into your brain. Your hands began to tingle again, as you ran faster. A portal began to open as the skeleton tried to reach you, extending a hand out to grab you. In the same second you opened a portal running through it closing it just as fast as it opened trapping the skeleton inside. You took a chance to catch your breath. A mix of voices could be heard off in the distance. Some guy recognized and the others you didn’t. You walk towards them.

“ We didn’t mean to lose her!” Y/B/N whispered yelled back.

“ I’m sure she’s here somewhere-“ Gwen whispered

“ You both-“ His attention was caught by the group of men inching their way forward toward Peter's group.

They whistled at the group chuckling darkly; this was their chance to take all Spider-Man down. At least that’s what their boss wanted. Peters instincts kicking in he shuts the conversation down. He tells the girls to stay back as he crouches into his Spider position. He had three things on his mind. First making sure Gwen and Y/B/N were out of his way and safe. Two he would need to take down these men before he could search for you. The last thing he needed to do was get you back safe and sound. At least this was his agenda.

One of the five men called out to him “Ay Spider-Man whatcha got there?”

“ It looks like fresh jewels and riches ” Another man replies.

Spider- Man shakes his head “ Oh no those are off limits. Hasn’t anyone told you finders keepers-”

“Losers Weepers.” Your voice echoes off the walls as you stand behind the evil men. The men turned around towards the sound of you. Your appearance frightened them though they made sure to keep it concealed to a point. Your eyes white and glowing resembling the out ring of the portal.

Gwen smiled “ She’s here”

Y/B/N sharing the same proud smile “ That’s my girl”

One member of the group had held his breath for a moment before releasing a belly laugh as he cracked a joke“ Spidey’s got himself a tiny glowing sidekick”

The other members laughed alongside him.

You cocked your head to the side “Hmmm I wouldn’t say sidekick but I’m guessing that’s what you are. Someone’s bitch”

“ What did you just say?!” A man yelled as he took a step forward. The laughing ceased to exist but what replaced it; anger and annoyance.

“I said. You. Are. Someone’s. Bitch”

All of the five mens attention left Spider-Man and the two girls. They had no interest only in the girl standing in front of them. The group began walking towards you, you began walking towards them. The pace escalated, turning into a full sprint. Your hands unbeknownst to you, had held a sort of spark, a hue if you will. A current danced between your fingers a snowy white. The man that hand reached you first swung his fist. With ease and grace, you ducked under his arm. Using your own hand you slammed it on his chest with so much force that with the guidance of the spark, aided you as you pushed him to the floor. Underneath him a portal opens letting him fall through. Spider-Man flipped over the group of men shooting his webs to capture the man who was falling into the portal. He pulled on his string pulling the man up, webbing him to the building.

You continued your fight. You battled the other men taking them down. Two of them charge for you at the same time one right behind the other. You use the first man as a means to hold your weight. You wrap an arm around the first man, you lift your legs kicking the man behind him into another portal. Spider-Man swoops in pulling him out and webbing him next to his friend. The man you were still holding you slammed him on the ground though this time you didn’t put him through a portal. You let Peter get to him instead, off in the distance you could hear the two fight.

The last man stood alone while his friends stuck to each other and to a wall. Spider-Man and swung himself across the alley way landing right next to you. You both looked at the man who squeaked and started to run. Spider-Man wasn’t about to let that happen. He shot webs as if he was boxing, catching the man’s feet. He fell on the ground. Spider-Man attached the webbing to the other men as he turned to look at you.

“Do you mind giving the fellow task force a gift?” He asked.

“Sure I mean it’s not like everyday they can get a big bonus like this” With a flick of your wrist a portal opens. Peter with such fluency he pulled on the group of men throwing them in front of the police station. He dusted his hands off as if dirt was on them. Turning his back on the portal you closed.

“ Did you see that?!” You jumped with joy. “ We did that!”

“ You’re lucky you didn’t get hurt!” Peter retorted as he walked over to you.

“ Oh come onnnn that was amazing!” You replied still happy you both kicked some ass. The portal to Gwen’s apartment stayed open, with Gwen and Y/B/N inside. The two looked at each realizing this was an awkward time.

“ Come on?! Y/N you could’ve gotten hurt-“ Peter had finally made it to you. He stood so close that you would almost be touching chest to chest. The only thing keeping you apart was that little gap placed between you both.

“ I told you when I first met you that I could take care of myself” you whispered.

“ What if something happened”

“ But it didn’t. Shoootttt Imma have to start calling you my sidekick” You chuckled still so happy that not even his moment of worry could get past you. It’s not that you were arrogant or egotistical. You had seen so much damage in your life and fought so many times that it didn’t affect you the way it should. You were okay with that. However it would take you a while to get used to anyone caring that you could possibly get hurt.

Peter sighed, shaking his head, the mask still on his face. His hands on his hips now. He wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms. He knew you could take care of yourself. What he was worried about was the other men but everytime you seem to pull him in the direction of your favor. I guess you could say that was a good thing. “ You sure about that?”

“ Oh yeah. I don’t know what to tell you, bug boy.” You smiled.

“Bug Boy is it? I see and uh what do you plan on calling yourself since you’re not my sidekick?” He questioned.

“ I haven’t gotten that far yet but I’ll uh I’ll get back to you on that, partner” You chuckled as the two of you turned to walk back to the portal.

“ Oh so now I’m your partner”

“ Well I guess since I did all the work”

“ You definitely did not do all the work”

“ I beg to differ-“The portal began to close as the two of you walked into it. It was as if the two of you were an old married couple who have been together for so long that the conversation like this only seemed natural. It flowed, you flowed with him, he flowed with you. It was a motion with the ocean, a ride with the tide. It was easy as pie. It felt right. Peter pulled off his mask looking at you as the two of you continued to bicker. Y/B/N shared a knowing look with Gwen. Something clicked for them both, they knew something that you both didn’t quite yet pick up on. Or maybe you have and you both haven’t decided on saying a thing.

“ Peter forget what I said we should be partners”

“ Y/N you haven’t picked a name yet and you want to be partners after you just said you didn’t”

“ Welllll”

“ No”

“ Oh come on”

“ You took all the credit I don’t know if I wanna share my bad guys with you”

“ Now you’re just being stingy”

“ How?”

“ Okay I won’t say that I did all the work. I’ll say we did half and half “

“ Because we did”

“ Ugh okay finnnneeee.” The two of you laughed knowing damn well at this point you both had been messing around way too much.

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Tag list : @ronnieissupermegafoxyawesomehot @vanillacoffeeaddict

#x reader #poc reader #fanfic #bipoc writers #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter x you #x y/n #imagines #character x y/n #peter parker #mcu peter parker #spider man x reader #spider man x y/n #spider man x you

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Rumors & Secrets – Season 2: Until Dawn (至黎明前)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an R&S that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Translation under the cut!

[T/N] Not absolutely necessary, but it's advised to read chapter 33 first beforehand.

[Chapter 1]

The silver-like drizzle splattered the slate floor with puddles of light-colored ink spots.

Lucien didn't hold an umbrella and walked unhurriedly under the endless green shade. From time to time, he would follow the sound of laughter coming from all around and see those young people who were a little older than himself, chasing friends in the rain, or sitting under the promenade reading a book.

Those people vary in size, skin color, and appearance, but they all have smiles on their faces.

Is it because of the drizzle that swept away the heat at the end of summer, or because today is the start of the school report, a day that represents a new stage?

Lucien thought about it and leans more toward the latter.

Because people are always looking forward to new beginnings. Although he doesn't quite understand the reason for this joy, if he compares this to an interesting new book, then he probably can more or less understand.

New things always make people want to approach involuntarily.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the last shade of greenery, Lucien withdrew his gaze and turned into the corridor leading to the student office.

Perhaps because it was almost noon, there were not many students lined up in front of the student office, and it wasn't long before it was Lucien's turn.

But the middle-aged teacher with heavy glasses in front of him just glanced at him with his golden eyebrows raised, and then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the side.

"This is where postgraduates check-in, the undergraduates check-in is in the next building."

"Teacher, I don't think I went to the wrong place."

Lucien raised a polite smile and handed over the admission materials in his hand. After a while, the teacher raised his head and turned back and forth between Lucien and the materials as if his eyes were confirming, and then he suddenly opened his mouth.

"Oh, so you are the sixteen-year-old genius from China."

A slightly exaggerated sigh set off ripples in the quiet afternoon. Lucien heard soft whispers, and even the students behind him in line took a half step forward and looked over with their probes.

After their curious eyes, Lucien just smiled faintly and looked back at the teachers who were checking in, silently shutting out the probing around him.

Until the last official seal was affixed, the teacher finally smiled and handed the materials back to Lucien.

“Lucien, welcome to our school.”

After completing the admission procedure, Lucien didn't linger too much on the campus, and walked straight into the black car parked on the roadside, its tail lights blinking immediately after one another, and slowly left in the rain.

After an unknown period of time, the car pulled into a towering building, Lucien got out and came to a large black door, looking at the dark color embossed with the word B.S. He leaned slightly to the iris identifier on the side.

In the next second, the door opened with a sound.

The cold light of the sky disappeared at the moment the door was closed, leaving only the white light dormant in the surrounding dimness.

Lucien walked quietly until he came to a room. He reached out and knocked gently twice.

"Get in."

The unhurried voice came out through the door, Lucien pushed the door and saw a man dressed in black sitting at the table, his face was somewhat obscure in the dim light, revealing only a pair of eyes without the traces of age.

"Isn't today your admission day? Why are you looking for me at this time?"

"The admission procedure has been completed, and I came here to apply for an independent research lab."

Lucien said while pulling out a list of different types of experimental equipment from the folder and handing it over.

"In addition to an independent space, I need some appropriate equipment."

The figure hidden in the darkness moved slightly and turned his gaze to Lucien

"You said before that you prioritized your studies and would not be in charge of the organization's projects for the time being. Why are you suddenly interested now?"

Lucien's expression remained the same, and he replied unhurriedly, "Before, my studies were heavy, so I was unable to spare some time. But this time, I think I can spare some energy for the research of the project."

The man's fingertips tapped on the desk with a muffled sound.

"I remember you said you want to get a doctorate, from the current time, it will take at least eight years?"

Lucien lowered his eyes and raised his lips imperceptibly.

"For me, I think four years is enough."

[Chapter 2]

"This will be your laboratory in the future. No one can enter without your permission."

The morning light outside swept out strands of pure white dust in the research room, which also illuminated the streamer in the depths of Lucien's eyes for a moment.

With independent research space, it should be quite convenient to do things in the future. Thinking like this, Lucien walked around, checked every device rigorously, and looked at the man in black.

"If new equipment is needed in the future, I will apply with you in advance."

When Lucien nodded slightly to express his gratitude, a magazine-thick document was suddenly handed in front of him.

"There is an unfinished experiment here, which was previously suspended for some reason, so now you will take over."

"Just in time for your lab to come in handy."

There is no free lunch in the world, and this is especially true for BS. After hearing the man's request, Lucien was not surprised. He took the document and flipped through it at a glance.

"The difficulty of this experiment does not seem to be too high at the moment, except that it requires a lot of calculations and a process of repeated comparisons to be made. If you are lucky and no mistakes are made in the process, it will take nearly a month or so to complete."

Silence permeated quietly, there was only a soft sound of turning pages cut the air from time to time.

Perhaps because it was too quiet, the man's voice sounded again.

"You're out of focus these days, so if you have a problem, you can talk about it."

"After all, it was nine years ago when you first became involved in the experiment."

Lucien paused as he turned the page. He glanced at the man who had hardly changed in the past nine years, and a hidden emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Do you value this experiment?"

"I don't care. It doesn't matter whether you succeed or fail."

The man's gaze looked far away, but then his eyes seemed empty, and slowly, he added, "It's only for me."

"Outside the time frame, I don't need them, and they also don't need my participation." The man said, looked at Lucien thoughtfully, and twitched his fingers casually. "If you want to get more out of this place, you need to show some results."

Lucien did not say anything, he simply put the document in his hand on the table. He then turned around and activated the device.

As if seeing an interesting scene, the man raised his eyebrows and sighed with emotion: "Your personality hasn't changed much. If you think about it, it's a pity."

"There will always be times when experiments fail, and that's normal."

With the slender morning light, the man's calm face loosened a little.

"You are right. It is because of your accumulated samples and experience at the time that the experiment in the orphanage was so successful."

Lucien didn't respond, the hum of the machine echoed in the research room. When he raised his head again, there was only himself left in the huge space.

Lucien finally took a good look around the research room that belonged to him.

Before this, he basically only walked into the laboratory as an assistant or a test subject. But now it is different. Those restraints, in one way or another, are no longer enough to hinder him, and he can devote himself to the experiments he is interested in without hesitation.

He took a deep breath and reached out to brush the machine in front of him. Inadvertently, two figures in white coats appeared in my mind. Lucien's eyes twitched as if some emotion was quietly emerging from the depths of his heart.

Now he should be one step closer to them again.

From that day on, Lucien went to school during the day and locked himself in this cold laboratory at night. He is like a machine, running day after day, night after night.

Here, no one will ask him to stop for a second.

Lucien won't stop before the experiment is successful.

Because in such a place where strength speaks for itself, he doesn't want to hide his strength. Instead, he needs to expose his abilities more. Only in this way can he hold more words and exercise power here.

After half a month, Lucien re-entered the office with a thick stack of documents.

"The relevant experimental results of Evol's energy fluctuations are out, you can check it out.".

"Not only that, but I also found a way to quickly return the unstable Evol to a safe threshold"

"The specific data and analysis are listed in the report together."

The man raised his eyes, and his gaze landed on Lucien lightly, "You are much better than the researchers here."

"Thank you. So I think I can ask for different treatment from them."

Lucien paused and looked straight at the man, "I need more authority."

"Especially the internal data of BS, including the experiment seven years ago."

The morning light coming in from the window clearly reflected Lucien's eyes. He doesn't want to go step by step in this regard. After all, in this place, sometimes it is easier to get positive feedback in a direct way than in a roundabout way.

The man was silent, then smiled after a long time.

"Then become one of the Main God as soon as possible."

"And as a reward for the results of this experiment, I can provide you with some information."

[Chapter 3]

Lucien was not surprised or anxious about such a result.

He knows very well that each vein has its own rhythm, and his own request is merely to move this vein forward more quickly.

So until there is a new pulse, he decided to live as usual.

It was different from the previous year when he was studying in England, and even though he continued to maintain his previous style of keeping a low profile, he still received a lot of unexpected attention.

Is it because the atmosphere on American campuses is not as reserved as in the UK?

Or is it because his age of sixteen seems too much in an environment full of graduate and doctoral students?

Lucien washed his hands while looking at himself in the mirror and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

After the sound of flushing came from the compartment behind, Lucien came back to his senses and turned to leave the bathroom. When he's returning to the multimedia classroom, he found that there was another man next to his seat.

Looking at his curly hair and the striking freckles on his cheeks, Lucien quickly remembered that this was his classmate in the same major, and he liked to sit in the corner and play handheld game consoles.

"Lucien!"

The other party saw him standing at the door of the classroom at a glance, and waved warmly.

When Lucien returned to his seat, he found that the other party's book was next to his own notebook. But he just glanced at it and then spread the book without moving a few points in his direction.

"Do you remember me? I asked you a question in the library a few days ago. We are in the same major."

"Well, I remember."

"I can't believe we all took this elective course, it's great! "

"If I still don't understand something, can I trouble you again?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll be friends in the future!" The man smiled and moved toward Lucien, inadvertently narrowing their distance. "

At the same time, Lucien looked at the other party indifferently.

"Friends?"

"That's right, we can go to school and eat in the cafeteria together."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I need a friend like that."

The deliberately aggressive and slightly profound wording reveals a clear alienation. The man in front of him widened his eyes in confusion and looked flustered.

"If it's an academic question, I'll be happy to answer it for you, but that's all."

The man opened his mouth to explain something, but Lucien lowered his voice without showing any expression.

"Not only do I remember that you were my classmate, but I also have a very clear idea of who exactly you are."

"So if you're trying to "spy" on me as a friend or classmate, I'm afraid you've already missed your chance."

[Chapter 4]

The moonlight swayed silently in the corridor of BS with tree shadows wrapped around it, and Lucien walked in.

Holding a stack of heavy documents, he walked towards the research room with brisk steps. An interesting phenomenon was discovered in class today, and he can't wait to verify it now.

But halfway through, he met the man.

Lucien did not wish to stop, but before he nodded politely and left, the other party stopped him first.

"Why don't you ask me to keep away those who are spying on you?"

Even though the opening at the moment was a little unclear, Lucien quickly reacted to the other party's message and stopped.

"I don't think it's necessary. After all, making such a request won't solve the problem, it will hide those 'eyes' even deeper."

"So since I choose to stay here, it means that I accept these hidden rules."

Lucien seems to have thought of something and lightly added a sentence.

"They are not a problem as long as they're only bystanders, but if they want to interfere with me then I'll also have a way to make these "eyes" disappear."

The man chuckled at the sound of his voice, "You're perfect for Black Swan, maybe one day you can really be the main god here."

"If being the main god is a better way to achieve my goals, then I will give it a try."

Having said that, Lucien's voice was cold, making people unable to hear any emotion.

He knew very well that what he cared about from the beginning to the end was not the position of the main god. For him, Black Swan is just an organization with many pedals. What he needs to do is to choose the pedal that can reach the end faster in the most favorable way.

"The position of the Main God is not as easy as you think."

"The back of it represents the purpose of realizing the evolution of all mankind." The man looked at Lucien meaningfully."

"I never deny the purpose of Black Swan."

"After all, the strong eat the weak, if you don't choose to evolve, you will inevitably be eliminated."

The expression on Lucien's face was calm as if his views on this had already been deeply rooted in his heart. The man didn't say anything, but Lucien took a step forward with an inquiry.

"What about you, are you the same?"

The man looked sideways at the night outside the window and slowly opened his mouth after a long time.

"The power of people to reverse their fate is too small, even the so-called change is nothing more than the tacit consent of fate."

[Chapter 5]

After the voice fell, it seemed that the world was silent.

Lucien was not very satisfied with the outcome of his probing, he believed that the man still hid a lot of secrets worth continuing to explore. It seems that he needs to think more carefully before he can do so.

Without waiting for Lucien to find an excuse to leave, the man spoke first.

"I will send you the information you asked for before. But if you think it's not enough, just find it yourself."

"Whether you can get it from other places is up to you."

There was no turbulence in the man's tone, but Lucien still found a clue in it and reinforced the suspicion that he had long ago.

It seems that there are complex interest relationships involved within the organization, and obtaining information and achieving goals is far more complicated than he imagined.

Perhaps because the brief silence was perceived, the man spoke faintly.

"I thought you had long since gotten used to the BS style of handling things."

"It seems that you are still some distance away from that position."

Lucien lowered his eyes and silently covered his expression.

"You must know that even if the destination is the same, everyone's path is different. Cooperation and mutual benefit are two different things."

When he returned to the research room, Lucien put down the file and logged on to the internal encrypted email in front of the computer. As expected, the man had already sent the information.

He slid the mouse wheel, not letting go of any details, and looked carefully at the information about that experiment seven years ago. But after browsing through all the documents, he found that the information sent by the man did not differ much from the details he remembered, and there were no clues worthy of deeper investigation.

Lucien could not help leaning back in his chair, but his brain did not rest to continue filtering the information he had just seen.

It's just that for some reason, some images began to appear in his mind, smudged like ink-

It was a small house with white bricks and red tiles, warmed by the setting sun.

A man in a white coat sat in front of the window, playing with the chessboard, and then looked gently at the woman in a long skirt sitting opposite him. They played chess together under the sunset, talking and laughing, as if time had stopped silently at this moment.

For some reason, Lucien's chest suddenly felt pain.

He lowered his head in a daze and subconsciously raised his hand over his chest, feeling a crushing pain that was somewhat unfamiliar.

He didn't know why he was thinking about this, was it because of the information? Or was it because of something else?

Lucien wanted to calm down to think, but the more he tried to calm down, the more the agony was expanding endlessly. Like a deep pool of stagnant water that was suddenly thrown with stones, and the circle of dark ripples will never stop.

Suddenly, a touch of emerald green in the black and white world gradually spread out, Lucien imperceptibly widened his eyes.

In a trance, he seemed to see light falling from the cracks of the leaves and sprinkled it on a drawing board, reflecting the sketched paper cranes beautifully. The sound of clattering leaves clearly penetrated his ears, and also pulled Lucien back to reality with a jolt.

The stinging pain in his heart made him gasp for breath, and the cold and thin moonlight hanging in the air seemed to remind him that those colors and that warmth were real, but just an inattentive, illusory image buried from the memories.

Lucien closed his eyes wearily.

When can I go back to that place again? Almost subconsciously, this question floated in his mind.

Even though he has always been proficient in calculus, he could not get a definite answer to this question. But Lucien is very clear that Loveland City is the starting point of everything and the center of the "vortex".

So sooner or later, he has to come back here again.

#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn #mlqc translations #mlqc xu mo #mr. love queen's choice

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 6TH HORROR WATCH

The Deep Ones (2021)

I think white people doing love craft could be a fatal error but here we are

Okay strangers

Okay not strangers 🙄🙄

Miscarriage

"old world"

It's annoying when they comedically play what should just be a normal sex between partners

Like do fun and flirty or do sexy

This lets comedically film normal is not now nor has never been it

It's like when marvel stomps on every joke

Miscarriage trauma and the guy is whatever's about it

Not surprisingly the woman is already cast in black with a vague whore stamp cause she had sex but failed to produce a baby so WHORE even in marriage and trying for one

Alien

And preggers

Very clear mystical pregnancy

Normal depiction of boobs is good if there's equal opportunity treatment for men...

More eggs

This an air b n b?

Hallucinations

Just making up shit, just peak men shit

6AfuckingM

Bruh you didn't wake ha?

Make sure to apologize for being a frigid bitch for not having sex post miscarriage

Out of the boat alone

Call in for doc / sleeping plotting against her

Trident lore 🔱

Oh sis is preggers too

Luddite commune

Was Lovecraft also anti tech punk ass too?

Journey

The light

Lol he doesn't know what fucking Cthulhu is 🤣🤣

Hypnosis already

Being on your knees before a woman is inherently degrading but also to make it clear we are going to have a guy there behind him and do some tentacle penetration

Full robes of course the woman is bleeding preggars in pain and simulated Cthulhu sexual assault 🙄

White guy is chosen by Cthulhu

Eggs 🙄clams🙄

Candid camera

Doc dropped by lol old school

Sis finally let's her guard down because the doc knows some acupressure after being the only one with common sense

But they always hobble a woman by preggers or other ailments

Lol doc got a home lab?

Missing woman

The not believed "crazy" she said ACAB

How u tell somebody business like that?

She said why don't you do a welfare check on her steada bothering me

Fishy 🤣

What's with the universally poor application of lipstick

Got the light

Sinister very male response to truth from women and excuses

Lol preggers fetish

Gills

Echolocation

Tentacles got our town nutter

She knows

You already brought her to us

Jasmine awaits

This lady isn't door a poor job acting necessarily but she's off.. somehow

Now another scripture

Party time

This is the fifth time they have said his name and I'm sorry I'm too dumb i don't understand the reference

AA welcome

Petri is obviously a peter derivative...rock

Kid in a creepy mask

Lots of simulation of substance use w/o much substance use

Already asked to swing!

Trying to tell the ratio

Vessels to the old ones

Again not subtle which seems anti Lovecraft

So many uncomfortable close ups

Bro where she go to get that drink russia?

9 months today 😬

Moving here

Lol she can't even think of an excuse not to stay

Lol cuban time

Fire fertility show

They actually hired somebody 🤣

I like that the woman are all middle aged regular looking my baby likes you

Oh yea that was the one kid there despite all the pregnancy

Chanting and planning to impregnate the women

There's something sinister about mens ignorance to the situation in horror films it's misogynistic although i can't place why

Webbed fingers

And these poor women talking sense

Talking sense is awful in a horror film

Oop name drop the man books on the shelf have secret letters

10 months from today 😂 i suppose we wouldn't know what day it is so

But it's old

Bits of german

Stranded guest afraid

I always feel like somebody's watching me

I like the silly little projections of scenes on the letter

These women win being the most realistic in a horror film

Lol straight to cult

Lol she said necrmbkomicon stuff 🤣🤣

Everybody crowded watching in that security room is taking me out the robes

Omg that old man chasing a car on foot!!

Got her

That's the other kid i guess

Bruh that was HELLA close to the house

Now she looking for phone and passport

Here goes the nanny cam

Poorly placed mic

Mam well past time to EXIT

phone didn't work, now it do, MAM

Odd tones

Lights

And the door

The hell kinda knife is that

Petri out

Secret room

Dagon!

Knew it

Thank you

Petri useless

She ran Anyway after waiting

Now he got it

Help who? Now we in stupid horror movie antics

You ALREADY established the cult

They flicked a switch now she dumb

Caveman

More children

At least they aren't pretending it isn't rape, that would have been worse

They utilize the intimacy anchor to convey he's lost instead of the other way around, that is they usually fail to do the task not initiate a poor mimicry of it

I guess points for the rape being guttural screams of agony not salacious

Putting the camera alongside the aggressors elecits different emotions

I believe this one was attempting to do a bystander helplessness thing

Esp considering the last scene

These are ineffective without hope at the end like the letter, something that assists the next victim

#the deep ones #lovecraft #graywatchhorror23

[mistiell]

How Arcane Characters Flirt

A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao

Viktor

- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it

- Loves playful banter and teasing

- Lots of sass

- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot

- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy

- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it

-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking

- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now

- Asks questions so you know he’s interested

- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time

Jayce

- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt

- Tons upon tons of compliments

- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.

- Talks your ear off about anything and everything

- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you

- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises

- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab

- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there

Silco

- Good god

- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?

- W r o n g

- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely

- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you

- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it

- Lowkey endearing tbh

- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)

- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything

- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it

Vi

- Holy shit she’s such a flirt

- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time

- So smooth about it too

- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you

-Gets so flustered when you flirt back

- Goes beet red

- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7

Jinx

- She flirts with you all the time

- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little

- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though

-It’s all in good fun

- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch

- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection

- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.

Mel

- SO smooth

- Compliments out the wazoo

- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her

- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you

- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like

- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane x y/n #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #jayce arcane #jayce talis #jayce x reader #jayce x y/n #jayce x you #silco arcane #silco x reader #silco x y/n #silco x you #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x you #vi x y/n #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx x y/n #mel arcane #mel x reader #mel medarda

[dead-un-arrival]

Female Jeff Winger

Summary: You give Jeff a run for his money when you join the group. Good thing he places all of his bets on you. The slow story of how you, the female version of Jeff Winger, stole the one and only’s heart.

Warnings: swearing, dear God lots of smuttt, elements of sexual harrassment? But Jeff takes care of that.

Word Count: 5k - AKA - too freaking long but so worth it, I promise.

Masterlist

It didn’t take long for the Greendale 7 to become the Greendale 8 when you started attending the community college. As much as the study group acted like they were just another group at school, everyone else knew the school revolved around them. You noticed this the first day on campus when they were in your biology class and made a huge stink about their lab partners. But, unlike the other students in the class, you refused to be a bystander and made a move to be one of the main characters. You remember it like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

“You know, I really think you guys could use a fourth girl in your group just to even things out,” you said as you put your books in your backpack after class.

“Well, Pierce is hardly in the group anyway so it’s pretty even.” Jeff retorted.

“Hey!” Pierce yelled.

“Jeff!” Annie scolded. You laughed.

“Even if that is the case, I still think I could bring something fun to your table,” you flirted as you left the room, not wanting to beg for acceptance.

“You’re welcome to have some fun with me if you want!” Jeff called out after you as the other six groaned in disgust.

*Present Day*

One semester later and you were still sitting in the once empty seat between Jeff and Annie. You were something refreshing for the group. Someone who wasn’t afraid to be blunt, never hid anything, was always open about your life and your attitude. The way you saw it, too much time gets wasted hiding feelings or trying to save face. So in the moments when Annie and Shirley would go on their own sidequest in the group or when Britta tried to diagnose someone with a mental disorder, you were there to shine a light on the big picture before something big spiraled out of control and it was up to Jeff to make one of his speeches to save everyone’s ass. He would never say it, but Jeff slowly became thankful for your presence. In the beginning, he was a little threatened that you were trying to take his place as “leader” but as everyone got to know you better, you slowly fell into your role as negotiator amongst everyone. However, the flirtation between you and Jeff never stopped.

“What did you guys do this weekend?” Annie asked the group as they sat down at the infamous table.

“Andre and I went to the movies.” Shirley started.

“(Y/N) and I went to Ripley’s Believe It Or Not. We made candles shaped like our hands.” Britta shared.

“I was busy getting laid like a man,” Jeff mumbled, attention fully on his phone.

“Uh!” Annie crossed her arms.

“Gross.” Britta groaned.

“Oh, really? And exactly how does such a manly man get laid? Doggy style? Or missionary?” You turned your full body towards Jeff, hand resting under your chin. You now had Jeff’s full attention, his eyes slightly widened at your words. He quickly reacted, putting his phone down on the table and staring you down.

“Missionary, I like to see the face they make when I fuck them.”

“Really? I would’ve figured doggy. With a narcissistic ego like yours, it’d give you full control.”

Jeff smiled and leaned back into his chair. He opened his textbook then mumbled, “Reverse cowgirl.”

“Ha! Make them do all the work sounds fitting.” You mirrored Jeff and opened your book as well.

“You guys!” Troy yelled.

You and Jeff looked up to see Troy covering Abed’s ears and Shirley covering Annie’s. Britta sat covering her own.

You let out a breathy laugh and looked down.

“Alright, chapter 4!” Jeff announced. He looked down at you, feeling his eyes, you made eye contact with him seeing his side smirk before looking back at your books.

You were never shameful about the information you shared with the group. If anything you think you helped them break out of their comfort zones. Especially Jeff as you two shared your one-night stands with each other. Something Jeff solemnly enjoyed knowing how the rest of the group would respond. While this was a rare occurrence as most of both of your times were spent with the rest of the group, it was still nice to have someone to talk to about your sexual relations. You were someone Jeff has never seen before. He’d become so accustomed to a certain type of woman that he knew what plays he had to make for a quickie. But you weren’t like that. You left Jeff confused.

If anyone else talked to Jeff the way you did, he’d have them pinned against a wall in seconds because he would know it’s what they wanted. But not you. You were so matter-of-fact about everything you said, no matter how dirty. There was a time when you two were having lunch at the cafeteria together and the conversation somehow became about eating a girl out. Jeff automatically claiming to be great at it and you immediately quizzing him on his habits. By the end of the conversation, Jeff was taking notes and you had to leave abruptly to avoid being late to a class. By the time Jeff finished writing and saw you were gone, he was left slightly winded by the things he learned and slightly hard.

These interactions continued every week and slowly Jeff became more enamored with your presence. He would look for you in every room. He would be anxious if you weren’t at the study group. And most importantly, he was having fewer one-night stands. The two of you would steal glances at each other and slowly talk about things more personal. Even though you were very open to the group already, you still had things hidden. It was as if Jeff had access to a hidden flashlight that only you let him use to get to know you better.

You had always found Jeff attractive, even before joining the group. If he came to you one day and wanted to sleep with you, you’d do it with no hesitation. But you’d be damned if you were the one to initiate it. You loved the friendship you had with Jeff and how close were able to be with him. You didn’t want to jeopardize anything by having sex. So instead you flirted, and talked about having sex with other people, leaving out the parts on how you wished it was him. This was something completely contradictory to how you would normally operate. If you were infatuated with anyone else you would’ve boned them by now. But this was Jeff you reasoned. You knew how he operated. He flirts with everyone and you didn’t want to be everyone to Jeff.

That is until things started to shift leading up to one of the many school dances. You had somehow managed to capture the attention of a man named Trey. Trey flirted with you every single day in math class. You were very much not interested and you told Trey every single day. You had even expressed your frustrations to the study group. But there wasn’t much to do; he was stuck in a class with you. Things started to escalate the week of the dance.

The study group had ended another meeting and was walking to their next class together when Trey approached you.

“(Y/N), will you go to the dance with me?” Trey knelt down with a bouquet of flowers in front of you.

“No, Trey. I don’t want to go to the dance with you. I don’t want to go on a date with you. I don’t even want to talk to you. Leave me the fuck alone.” You spoke deliberately, hoping this time he would finally listen to you. You walked around him, the group following you to class.

“Hey!” Trey yelled, he ran up to you and grabbed your arm. “Just go to the dance with me, I’ll give you anything you want, I’ll show you I can be the man you want.”

“She said no dickface. What part of that don’t you understand?” Jeff scolded. His eyebrows furrowed.

“This doesn’t concern you, man. (Y/N), I love you please.” Trey caressed your face with his opposite hand.

“Ugh! Get off of me!” You slapped him and wiggled your arm out of his grasp.

“Hey!” Trey started to move towards you but Jeff dropped his books and grabbed him, pinning him against the lockers.

“You fucker. What the fuck makes you think you can force a woman to date you? You’re a pathetic piece of shit.” Jeff said in a deep, threatening tone, his face inches away from Trey’s.

A few moments later security arrived to remove Trey from the premises where he was later expelled.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you, Jeff.” You hugged him and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

It had been a few days since the incident with Trey and it was now the night of the dance. You didn’t really want to go at all but Annie begged you to and knowing you would be able to see Jeff in a suit pretty much solidified your decision. You and Jeff spent most of the night standing at a tall table drinking punch and talking about other people.

“What about her? Look how tall her heels are? I bet she’d be fun in bed.” You motioned towards a blonde on the dancefloor. Jeff followed where you were pointing.

“Nah, I don’t think I’m in the mood for anyone tonight,” Jeff revealed, taking another drink.

“Why not? I’ve noticed I’ve been doing all the talking on our relations here. What’s up with you? Erectile dysfunction?”

Jeff stifles a laugh, refusing to make eye contact, “No, I think I have my eye on someone else.”

“Oh, alrighty then. Well, I hope I get to meet her. Hey, what do you think of him? He’s a little short but looks strong.” You quickly changed the subject, flexing your arm muscles to mimic the man you were referring to.

“What for you?” Jeff asked.

“No for you, yes for me, unless you have something you’re not telling me.”

“Very funny. I just didn’t realize you were looking tonight.” Jeff still refused to make eye contact with you.

“I need something to get past Trey, he freaked me out a little and I haven’t felt like myself. I need to know I still am myself even just for a one-time thing.” You admitted.

There was a moment of silence between you two. Both of you looking at the man you brought up in discussion. Before Jeff spoke again, he sighed.

“I think you’re capable of whatever you put your mind to. Just be safe okay?”

“I promise.” You tapped his arm and made your way over to make your acquaintance.

When Monday arrived, you appeared slightly happier as you walked into the study group. Feeling more like yourself after the previous week’s events, you were excited to go to class knowing there was no more Trey.

“Hello (Y/N), how was your most recent escapade?” Pierce asked.

“Delightful. Thanks for asking.” You sat your stuff down before sitting next to Jeff and waiting for the usual banter to commence before actual work got done.

“Okay, so we’re on chapter five right?” Jeff asked, opening his book to your surprise.

“What did you not do anything fun this weekend?” You asked.

“I just want to be ready for our test tomorrow.” Jeff shrugged, never looking up at you since you arrived.

“Okay, then.” You mumbled, opening your textbook too.

At lunch, you noticed how Jeff decided to sit on the other side of the table from you as opposed to usually sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders. You pretended not to feel hurt by it and continued to participate in the group’s discussions, glancing at Jeff every once in a while, trying to figure out what was wrong.

By the end of the day, Jeff had hardly spoken to you and you had had enough of it. You were determined to know why your best friend was giving you the cold shoulder. So, after your last class of the day, you walked out to Jeff’s car, knowing he wouldn’t be there for another 10 minutes after his class. You leaned against the driver’s door, arms crossed, and waited.

“You better not have scratched the paint.” He called as he approached you, his keys in hand. “What do you want?”

“I want you to tell me what the hell your problem is! You’ve hardly spoken to me all day.”

“Right now, my only problem is someone standing in the way of my car.”

“Jeff.” You sighed, not wanting to fight. “Please. Did I do something wrong? Something is different and I don’t know what it is or how to fix it. Did something happen with the girl you were talking about the other day?” You noticed a slight change in Jeff’s demeanor when you mentioned the other woman.

“No, (Y/N) you didn’t do anything wrong, this is something I have to deal with myself.”

“But it does have to do with that woman! What happened? Did she turn you down? Tell me who she is and I’ll talk to her, tell her what a “great guy” you are,” you mocked.

“No, (Y/N),” Jeff said sternly as he tried to get past you to unlock his car.

“Why not?” You pressed, stepping in his way again.

“Because you’re the woman I was talking about!” Jeff yelled frustrated. Your smile left your face and your eyes widened. “For fucks sake.” Jeff groaned. “Look, I really like you (Y/N). I don’t know when exactly it’s just-” Jeff sighed, his eyes focused on his feet as he tries to figure out what the hell he’s doing. “ We’ve gotten really close since you joined the group and yeah I thought you were hot when I first saw you but now it’s like- I don’t know you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever been wi-”

“Oh, gross please. You did not just use the ‘you’re not like other girls’ line on me.” You interrupted.

“No! Would you just shut up for a second? It’s just I can usually read people and tell if they’re interested in me or not and you’re unpredictable. You take my shit and throw it back in my face, you’re someone I can talk to and I’ve never felt like that before. I don’t know how to explain it because I don’t have my shit together but I don’t like seeing you with anyone else. I stopped seeing other woman because I kept imaging they were you. And I don’t want to fuck things up with you. So I’m sorry I’ve been a dick today I just-”

You grabbed Jeff’s collar and smashed your lips against his. It wasn’t pretty. In fact it was very messy. Both of your lips moving against each other’s in some form of hunger. After a few seconds you pushed him away leaving him confused for a second. You had his attention now. Jeff was no longer looking at the ground but was searching for your eyes to figure out what the hell that was. Except you weren’t looking at him now. You were staring off into space as you briefly touched your lips with your fingertips as if to make sure that really happened. After a few more moments you finally made eye contact.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.” You admitted. Jeff let out a small, breathy laugh, his lips curving at the edges. “Jeff, I don’t like seeing you with other people either.”

“Are you serious? You never said anything! You always have something to say when you have feelings!”

“Because you flirt with everyone! And I don’t want to be everyone to you. I can’t just have sex with you and go back to normal.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against his car, no longer looking at Jeff, closing yourself off. You just let your biggest secret out in the open to the one man who’s opinion actually mattered to you.

“Hey,” Jeff whispered, “look at me.” Jeff set his books down on the roof of his car and placed his hands on your shoulders, leaning down so he was eye level with you. “You are not just like everyone to me. I like being around you. I like talking to you. I want to keep you safe. And I really want to fuck you.”

“Jeff?” You looked up at him with wide eyes. “I really want you to fuck me.” You whispered, tilting your chin up towards his, he could feel your breath on his lips. Jeff leaned dow the rest of the way, pressing his lips back on yours a little calmer than the first time but no less hunger. His left hand settled in your hair, his right one on your hip pulling you closer to him where you could feel his hips against yours. Jeff pulls away slightly but continues to kiss down your neck.

“My place or yours?” He asks.

“Mine’s closer.” Jeff reluctantly pulls himself off of you and finally unlocks his car. You run around to the passenger side and let yourself in. Jeff throws his belongings in the backseat and you give him directions to your apartment.

When you arrive to your apartment you had a difficult time unlocking your door with Jeff pressing himself against your back. His arms reached around your body, one grabbing at your breasts as he turned your neck into a work of art. You decided two can play at this game and pushed your ass into his crotch eliciting a low groan from him as he halted his advancements.

“Naughty girl.” He whispered. You laughed as you finally got the door open and let him inside.

The two of you continued your making out as you guided him to your bedroom. By the time he pushed you down on the bed you were both stripped down to your underwear. Jeff took the moment to stare at your body spread out on the bed waiting for him. You bit your fingernail in anticipation and took the moment to stare at Jeff’s muscles as well. You could see the outline of his hard cock in his underwear.

“God, you’re so hot.” Jeff said as he knelt between your legs and placed himself above you. He leaned down to kiss you, his left arm holding him up while his right arm held your hip. Your arms loosely wrapped around Jeff’s neck and your legs around his waist. Your tongues meeting and mixing different tastes causing you to moan. Jeff moves his kisses down your neck to the tops of your breasts that sat above your bra. He leaves marks wherever he travels.

“Can I take this off?” Jeff asks, sitting up to look at you.

“Yes.” You lean up on your elbows so Jeff can reach around your back and unclasp your bra. He quickly throws it off to the side and you lay back down.

“Fuck.” Jeff mutters to himself making you laugh but your laugh is cut short and turns into a moan when Jeff starts to suck and lick your nipples. Whatever isn’t receiving attention from his mouth is receiving it from his hand and within minutes your breasts are covered in purple and blue markings.

When Jeff is pleased with his work he continues to kiss down your navel, stopping at the top of your underwear before he leans back on his knees and looks down at you.

“Is it okay if I take these off?”

“Yes.” You breathe. Still in disbelief that Jeff is going to see you naked. You lift your hips enough for Jeff to easily move your underwear down your legs and he tosses them in the general direction of your bra. He kneels between your legs and starts to kiss up your inner thighs. You stare at your ceiling, trying to control your breathing as Jeff Winger gets closer and closer to your pussy. Before he advances further he looks up at you and notices how you’ve closed your eyes and your chest move up and down with each breath.

“Hey, are you okay?” He reaches up to grab one of your hands in his.

“Yes, yes oh God. I just, can’t believe this is real.” You laughed, making eye contact and grasping his hand tighter in yours. Jeff smiles and squeezes your hand back.

“Tell me if you want me to stop and I will.”

You nodded, smiling at Jeff and watch him lean back down to his previous position, his hand still holding on to yours. He has your legs spread wide enough for his shoulders to fit between them. He has the perfect view of you. Without further ado, Jeff licks up between your folds. You sigh, pressing your head back against a pillow, closing your eyes, and relishing in the pleasure of Jeff’s tongue. Jeff continues to explore your pussy and runs his tongue along the sides, around your hole, and back up to your clit where he gives it a couple of swipes making your hips move up and a moan escapes your lips. Jeff smiles and uses his free hand to hold your hips down.

Jeff focuses all of his attention on your clit. Sucking, licking, moving his tongue in circles, he explores other sensitive areas until he finds the exact spot that makes you cry out and focuses all of his attention there. He never moves, never stops, you’ve never experienced someone as persistent as Jeff was at making you come from his tongue alone.

“Oh my God, Jeff fuck.” You whined, your hand still squeezing Jeff’s, the other one pulling in his hair. Jeff groaned at your noises and picked up his pace feeling your hips move against him.

“Jeff, I’m close. Fuck don’t stop.” You were a mess. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of euphoria and finally the dam broke. You cried out and Jeff let you move your hips against his face and slowed his pace as you came down from your high. Jeff crawled up your body and kissed you, softer this time. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

“I like how my name sounds when you say it.” He confesses in a whisper.

“Who taught you how to do that?” You smirk.

“You did.” He matched your smile, reminiscing of your conversation about eating girls out.

“I must be a fantastic teacher.”

“One of a kind.” Jeff pushes off of you, rolls off the bed, and walks to your bedroom doorway where his jeans lay. He pulls out a condom from a pocket and walks back to you.

“How many do you usually keep with you?” you inquire. Jeff hesitates for a moment, trying to read in between the lines of your question. Do you actually care and this is an insecurity talking? Or are you just making fun of him? He looks at you and sees you with your hands folded behind your head. You give him a soft smile and raise your eyebrows in a suggestive way. Jeff laughs.

“Just the one. What did you expect?”

“I’m surprised you don’t have a rep from Trojan following you around at your beck and call.” Jeff lets out a huge laugh making you smile proudly.

“I tell you what,” Jeff pulls down his boxers, “I’ve never laughed this much during sex.” He rolls the condom onto his cock and looks back up at you. All signs of jokes and playfulness have left your expression and you just stare at Jeff’s cock.

“Do you like what you see?” Jeff poses, hoping to make you laugh again, not entirely sure what you’re thinking. You bite your lip and make eye contact again. You nodd at Jeff, truly at a loss for words at his naked appearance. Jeff smiles and returns to his original position above you but you place your hand on his chest to stop him.

“Wait, I want to be on top.” A glimmer shown in your eyes at the idea. Jeff lets you push him over with little hesitation and now his arms are folded behind his head and your legs are spread on either side of Jeff’s waist.

“If you want to do the work, be my guest princess.”

“I just like the idea of having Jeff Winger under my control.” You whispered in his ear and kiss below his earlobe. You continued to move your lips across his neck and up to his mouth again. Your hands grab onto Jeff’s and pin them by his head. Jeff groans, his body slightly tense but nevertheless, he lets you take the lead. Whatever makes you happy.

You pull back into a sitting position and slowly lift yourself up to hover over Jeff’s cock. You wrap one hand around him and pump it a few times. Jeff quickly inhales and sighs at the feeling. You run his tip between your lips and shudder as you pass your clit. Jeff groans in response and your legs shake slightly.

“Fuck, I guess I’m still sensitive.” You smirk.

“I must be a fantastic student.” Jeff retorted about his handiwork. Finally, you line up Jeff’s cock with your hole and slowly lower yourself onto him. You fall forward, your palms pressed against Jeff’s chest to hold yourself up. Jeff’s hands automatically find your hips and follow them as they lower all the way down until you’ve fit all of him inside of you.

“Oh my God.” You breathed staring down at Jeff.

“Fuck sweetheart.” Jeff groans, “you feel so fucking good.” His voice deep and raw causing your pussy to flutter slightly making Jeff flinch. You slowly raise yourself up and down, gaining a rhythm and speed. Jeff’s hands never leave your sides.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy (Y/N).” Jeff groans. His hands run up your back and pull you down to be level with him. His hands return to your hips and he moves with you, meeting your pace but hitting even deeper inside you.

“Oh fuck Jeff, yes!” Jeff groans a low guttoral moan at your noises and picks up his pace. It doesn’t take much for you to let him take over again and he’s pounding his cock up into your pussy, hitting all the right spots to make you feel dizzy. Your hands are running through Jeff’s hair, you’re face down on his shoulder as he slams his hips up toward yours.

“You’re mine (Y/N).” Jeff spanks your left buttcheek making you cry out.

“Jeff please, I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you (Y/N).”

Jeff continues to hit your favorite spot until he feels your pussy start to convulse around him. You let out a string of moans and cries of Jeff’s name as he makes you come. With a few more thrusts Jeff is groaning too and his hips still inside you. He thrusts a few more times before finally relaxing and calming his heartrate.

Jeff wraps his arms around your back, your chest pressed against his, your face positioned towards Jeff’s but you’re too tired to open your eyes at the moment. Both of you breathing heavily, sweat sticking your bodies together. After a few minutes, you lift yourself up and slowly raise your hips off of Jeff before rolling onto your back.

Jeff rolls off the bed and walks to your bathroom to dispose of his condom. He cleans himself up a little and puts his boxers on. He taps on your thigh to get your attention.

“Hey.” He gently whispers. You look up at him and see a washcloth in his hand. You spread your legs a little with as much energy as you can muster and he gently cleans you up as well. Once he’s done, he pulls your covers over you and joins you in your bed. He starts to wrap his arms around you to spoon you but you surprise him by turning around and wrapping yourself around him like a koala while he’s flat on his back. Your head lies on his chest and you can hear his heartbeat if you’re quiet enough.

“What does this make us?” You ask. Jeff tenses below you making you laugh. “Relax, I know you. I’m not looking for a boyfriend girlfriend label I just… want to know where I stand with you.” You explain.

“I promise you’re the only girl I have sex with.” Jeff offers. You smile.

“Likewise. But is that dating? Or friends with benefits?”

“We’re seeing each other.”

“We’re seeing each other.” You repeat.

“You’re more to me than a friend with benefits.”

“But dating would mean boyfriend girlfriend?” You ask.

“I don’t want to rush whatever this is. I don’t want to complicate it with labels. I just want it to simply be.” Jeff explains in a rush. Feeling as though he finally got something off his chest yet, still worried about how you’ll react.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” You tilt your head to look up at Jeff and see him already looking down at you. You raise your left hand to run through his messed up hair. “We’re exclusive together.” You shrug. “I can do that. And when you decide you want a label, let me know.” You confirm.

Jeff feels as though he might cry. He’s never met someone so understanding of who he is and doesn’t push him into anything he doesn’t want. But instead, he opts to kiss you and hope that you can feel his appreciation than way. You return to laying against Jeff’s chest and Jeff lays back on your pillow, both of your arms wrapped around each other as sleep takes over.

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[jackrrabbit]

Adversary /// Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: You make a deal with the devil to save your life, but it turns out Overhaul’s not interested in your soul.

A/N: Remember when I said I was going to do a fantasy collab and then dipped for like 9 months? Hahaha…anyway…

@pleasantanathema @ present-mel @shadowworks—if it’s not too late, here’s my part for the Pleasant & Strider Fantasy AU Writing Collab from a million years ago. Go check out the masterlist and gorge yourself on these amazing pieces!!

Tags/Warnings: dubcon, demon fuckery & occult things, big heresy/sacrilege/perversion of religion, sex in a church ft. Catholic sex guilt, other than that it’s not that bad lol, inexperienced reader, mild degradation, shameless camp and demon-fucking clichés, Overhaul calls you “little girl” 👉👈

He doesn’t look like a demon.

Not that you really know what demons are supposed to look like. But…red skin, right? Fangs and claws and swirling masses of bad energy. Maybe cloven hooves for feet. Yes, that’s the Disney version—but even if you didn’t expect a cartoon personification of evil, you didn’t expect this.

He looks like a doctor, you think. Lab coat hanging open, surgery mask pushed down under his jaw, stethoscope draped over his shoulders. No, he’s a little young to really look like a doctor…an intern, you amend, shifting back in your hospital bed. He looks like he fits right in here, not a hair out of place. Except for, you know, the polished black horns curling out of the sides of his skull.

Overhaul. It was written in the book. That’s the only thing you have to call him in your head.

He’s standing in the center of the sigil you drew at the foot of your bed before midnight, surveying the room critically without meeting your gaze. He looks annoyed—that’s not a good sign, is it?—but then again, of course he’s annoyed. You’d be annoyed too if you got summoned out of your cozy hell dimension in the middle of the night. According to the book, you’re lucky he even showed up…although ‘lucky’ isn’t really how you’d describe yourself most days.

“So,” Overhaul says after a long moment of silence in which you question every choice you’ve made in your relatively short life. “You’re dying.”

You nod.

“And you don’t want to be.”

You nod again, wondering if you’re supposed to be contributing more to this conversation. It’s a bit difficult when your mouth is so dry it feels like you’ve been eating dirt, but you suppose being in the presence of an unholy servant of Satan will do that to a person.

“Fine.” He sighs, frowns, and then finally lowers his gaze onto yours—and you shiver.

Those eyes. No human has eyes like that.

“Make me an offer,” Overhaul tells you, and through his open mouth you catch a flash of sharp white teeth.

Okay. Okay. The chirping of the heart monitor speeds up (as if it weren’t obvious enough that you’re terrified) and you fold your knees up to your chest and fidget with your ring and think. He’s giving you a chance to establish parameters. You’re supposed to start with his end of the deal, the thing you want from him. That’s what it said to do in the grimoire, aka the 19th century demonology volume your creepy cousin brought back from her pagan anthropology research trip in rural France. The one you keep hidden under your bed because your mother would burn it if she knew you were reading about summoning demons.

Offer nothing to a hell creature without first telling him your price. You know the words by heart, both the winding calligraphy of the original French from the grimoire and the rushed scrawl of the English translation your cousin left for you in sheets of lined paper layered between the pages of the book for you to read. Really, this is her fault. She was the one who slipped you the book, who told you that it worked, who snuck you the ingredients for the summoning. She was the one who left a bookmark at the chapter on this particular demon, one that specializes in ‘Contrat pour Remédier au Déséquilibre des Quatre Humeurs’, which she said meant a contract to cure any illness. Even his ‘name’ is translated in her hand, practically an afterthought in the margins of the page.

‘Le Malin qui Ravage et Rebâtit’— Overhaul?

You looked up the literal meaning of this phrase on your own. It did not reassure you.

“Girl.” His voice is cold, irate. Your eyes snap back up to his and it feels like that burning gaze is laser-beaming into your skull. “Do not test me. My time is limited…as is yours.”

You swallow. “How long do I have left?”

“Less than a single human year,” he tells you without a trace of sympathy. “Seven months, twelve days, three hours. Or so. You’ll be too exhausted to leave this bed in four months, and the pain will become intolerable in six… By the end, you’ll wish—“

“Stop,” you breathe out. The heart monitor is beeping wildly and you squeeze your knees into your chest, trying to calm down your breathing. “Stop, I—I want to live.”

“Of course you do.” Overhaul’s lip curls. “How very predictable.”

Be specific, you remind yourself, doing your best to ignore the stifling disapproval from the man—the demon—in front of you. Something about him (maybe how clean-cut he looks, maybe the indisputable authority in his demeanor) makes you want to impress him. But you didn’t turn your back on your religion—you didn’t draw pagan symbols on the floor in chalk, fill silver cups with various questionable substances (including your own virgin blood), and turn the crucifix your mother hung over your bed upside-down so you could let a demon make you feel guilty for wanting to survive. “I want to be cured. I’m okay with whatever natural death I have instead when I’m older, I just don’t want to die of this illness. I want you to make me healthy.”

“Simple enough. What else?”

‘Simple’? Your heart surges with something you’ve felt very little of since your initial diagnosis—hope. “T-That’s it. Just the cure.”

Overhaul glares at you. “Humans… Every vice in the world available to you, and you limit yourselves to the basest priority of survival.”

“But you can do it? You can cure me?” you persist.

Overhaul steps forward (quiet, so quiet you wonder if he really moved) and holds a hand out to you past the foot of your bed—you hesitate, and a second later you can see the muscles in his hand flex, stretching the latex of his plastic gloves tight over his knuckles.

Just do it. You give him your hand. Carefully. Like you’re scared the contact will burn you. It doesn’t (although his skin feels warmer than yours), but after a moment his grip tightens, sliding down past your hand to circle the fragile bones of your wrist and squeeze.

“Ow?” You wince.

The demon’s eyes flicker closed for a second, lips moving silently like he’s talking to himself—and then he drops your hand unceremoniously back onto your lap. “You could be cured before the sun rises this morning. I doubt your stay in the hospital will extend past the end of the week.”

He sounds bored, voice as flat and passionless as it was earlier, but your heart is soaring. Cured. You’ve lived with this illness for so many years, you can’t remember the last time someone told you you could be cured. And getting out of the hospital that soon? You can just imagine taking down all the decorations from the walls of your room here and setting them up in your old bedroom at home. You could see friends on the weekend and not take an oxygen bag, you could get a job or—or apply to college, you could have a life—

“That is…assuming you have something to offer me in exchange for the cure.”

Your stomach drops. You’d almost forgotten about the other half of the deal.

“Don’t tell me I came all this way for nothing.” Overhaul steps back, and the orange light of the candles you set sends strange shadows over his arrogant face. The fires look brighter now, and you find yourself tracing the lines of those shining black horns. In an odd way, they look natural—so organically framing his temples that you can’t imagine him without them.

“N-No, of course not. I have some money—I mean, my mom has some, and I can get it for you…” Which is half the truth. If you know anything, it’s that your mother’s spent most of her savings on your treatment and care. You probably have more debt than you have money in the bank right now—you’d try to get rid of that, too, if you hadn’t read in the book how important it is to keep your request as simple and straightforward as possible.

…Although it’s apparently not enough. Overhaul’s eyes narrow, molten gold irises carved into slits. “Even if I had a use for human money, do you really believe your life is worth so little?”

“No—no,” you say quickly. “I just thought—in case you were interested—”

The air crackles with energy, the candle flames spark bright blood-red, and the hair on your arms stands straight up. “I am not.”

“Okay! I get it.” You wave your hands back and forth, pulling your IV line from side to side with the motion. The book was very clear about staying calm and rational while you work out the terms of the deal, but that’s easier said than done when you have a real live (live?) hell creature in front of you. You always knew this was going to be the hard part—all the stories say there’s only one thing that a demon would be interested in, and no matter how inviting the prospect of living past this illness is, you know you’d rather die than sell your immortal soul to the devil. “I’ll give you anything except my soul! And—and don’t hurt anyone I care about, or— just don’t hurt anyone, okay? Other than that, if there’s anything I can give you, I will.”

Overhaul’s lip curls, baring a thin strip of those unnaturally sharp canines. “And is your soul really so valuable?”

This throws you for a loop. Isn’t that the standard deal? A soul for a wish? That’s how it’s supposed to work—at least in this twisted version of reality where you can summon a demon to perform unholy miracles for you. But if you think about it, it doesn’t really make sense, does it? Why would your soul be valuable to him? You can’t form an argument, especially since you’re not willing to barter it away in the first place.

Your mouth is pursed open as you search for a response, but Overhaul doesn’t seem willing to wait. A gloved hand wraps its way around the railing at the side of your bed, and he leans in closer. “Little girl…what makes you think you possess anything I desire?”

Little girl. You’re not a little girl, you’re a grown woman—and yet there’s no untruth in the statement. In front of him you feel insignificant, immature, weak. You have nothing real to offer, and something tells you that you’re not going to get rid of the demon you summoned without a sacrifice you’re not willing to make.

You twist your ring around your finger—the nervous habit you haven’t bothered to break because you’ve always had more important things to worry about—and the glint of silver in the candlelight must catch Overhaul’s eye because before you even notice him moving, your delicate hand is trapped in his larger one to give him a better view of the tiny piece of jewelry. “What is this?”

“It’s—um, a ring. A purity ring.” Has he never seen one before? Well…actually, that makes sense.

Overhaul turns your hand over in his without touching the band of silver. He’s looking at it closely, inspecting the lovingly engraved cross in the design and the inscription on the other side. “Matthew 5:8,” he reads out.

“…Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God,” you recite cautiously. It feels wrong to speak the words in front of him, but somehow you can’t help yourself.

Overhaul’s hand doesn’t leave yours. “This ring is important to you.”

“It’s a symbol of a—a promise I made to God. To save myself for my future husband.”

“To ‘save yourself’? To save what?”

You can’t believe you’re explaining this to a literal demon. You close your eyes and inhale slowly and taste smoke. “My…virginity. It’s a promise that I won’t have sex until I enter into a biblical marriage.”

At this, Overhaul is quiet. You give him a moment to answer, half expecting him to question why you think God cares about your sexual status (honestly, you’d be lying if you said you haven’t wondered this yourself), but he stays quiet until you peek up at him to try and gauge the look on his coldly handsome face.

He’s still staring at the ring. He hasn’t touched it—maybe he can’t, because of the cross?—and through the latex, his skin feels hotter than a human’s is supposed to be.

“Is there…” you start, but you trail off when you realize you have nothing to ask. You give a little tug to try and take your hand away and you’re surprised when your wrist actually slides out of his grip to fall back on the nest of sheets in your lap. You didn’t think he’d let you go so easily.

Overhaul turns his head to the side, eyes drilling into you so you feel like you should lower your gaze. The candlelight flickers in strange shadows over his horns. “This will do,” he says quietly.

“What?”

“In exchange for your cure.” The demon taps his own left ring finger, the place where the purity ring sits on your hand, and your heart soars. He actually wants that? It’s just a simple silver band, not worth much, but you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe it has some special significance because of the religious connotation. Your mother will be angry you’ve lost it, but you’re happy to cope with that if it means living to actually get married!

“Yes!” you blurt out before he has a chance to rethink his offer. Sure, you’ll miss the purity ring—you’ve had it since you were a kid, after all—but there’s no question you’re getting the better end of this deal. At least in your opinion.

Something flashes through his yellow eyes, something you don’t even want to try and identify. “The contract, then.”

You barely have time to notice that his voice has gentled, that it’s practically silken in comparison to before, when the candlelight flickers again and suddenly the contract is everywhere. Everywhere. Writing appears on every surface in the room, covering the walls, stretching over the ceiling, coiling around the sides of the hospital equipment and decorating your bedsheets until you and Overhaul are the only untouched surfaces in sight. The characters are inscribed in red, dark red like—don’t think about that, you tell yourself squeamishly. You can make out some of the letters, even a word here or there—French, you recognize, mixed with what looks like Latin and interspersed with what you can only guess are runes.

“I can’t read this,” you tell him, fidgeting with your ring for what you now realize will be the last time.

“I only need your name,” he purrs, and then you feel a fragile weight in your hand: a feather, pearl-black and glossy and too large to belong to any bird you can think of, its angled tip glistening with wet ink. There’s an empty space in the writing before you, and Overhaul’s gloved hand comes to yours again to guide you into place.

This feels wrong…then again, of course it does. Even if you’re getting off relatively easy and just losing your ring rather than your soul, you’re still making a deal with a demon. You sign your name, forcing yourself to think about the future you have ahead of you rather than a disapproving white-bearded caricature of The Man Upstairs wagging his finger at you for haggling with a literal servant of Satan. People have done worse things to survive, haven’t they? It’s just a ring.

You set the feather down and Overhaul sighs, thick black eyelashes obscuring his intense gaze for a moment—and then the contract is gone, leaving your hospital room as blank and sterile as it’s supposed to be (well, aside from the candles and all the other ritual stuff you threw together to summon a demon in the first place).

“Are you going to cure—heal me now?” you ask.

“…Patience, little girl.” He’s pulling his glove off, peeling it down his fingers to bare the pale skin of his hand. You catch your breath and wonder what this is going to feel like, and then the tips of his fingers meet your cheek and—

you stop breathing.

It doesn’t hurt.

Or if it does, you don’t remember the pain a second later when breath floods back into your lungs. What you do feel is energy. Strength in your muscles, blood pumping through your veins, every inhale and exhale as light as a bird and freer. You feel healthy. You’re surprised you even remember what health feels like but you do: it’s like you’ve only been half alive, and now life is surging into you and through you and around you, bubbling up in your core like a spring overflowing. You blink rapidly, thinking you might cry from the sheer pleasure of it, but when you open your mouth it’s laughter that comes out. You’re healthy. You’re alive. You barely notice the IV line literally falling off of your skin because the hole where it entered your vein is sealed shut and healed perfectly.

No more needles. No more hospitals. Even without all the monitors beeping out your heart rate and measuring your vitals, there’s not a shred of doubt in your mind that you’re cured.

“Thank you!” you laugh, looking up at Overhaul and for the first time, not caring that he’s evil incarnate. “I feel—I’m okay! It worked!”

“Of course it did.” His expression is inscrutable, but he lets you have a few moments to enjoy your newfound health.

You roll your shoulders back, flex each muscle you can isolate one by one to test, make fists with your fingers and then run them over your hair, which is already thicker and shinier than it was a moment ago. Your body thrums with energy—you want to run, to feel the ground against your bare feet and the cold night air on your face, and you think you could do it! Your legs are already swinging over the side of your cot, ready to run barefoot out of the hospital if that’s what it takes, but before you can stand up Overhaul’s pushing you back down onto the bed.

“Have you forgotten your end of the bargain already?”

Honestly you did forget, but only for a second, only because you were so excited to just be outside again. “Oh, yeah. Of course.” Your hand goes to your left ring finger, ready to slip the ring off and hand it over, but Overhaul shakes his head.

“Not here.”

“What—?”

You’re falling. Your hospital room is disappearing, the image of your walls and your window and your bed disintegrating into yawning black, and you’re falling through it into nothing, into emptiness, and Overhaul’s still-bare hand in yours is the only anchor you have so you clutch onto it and squeeze your eyes shut. You want to scream—that’s the sane thing to do when you’re falling through miles and miles of empty space, right?—but when you open your throat the sound is swallowed up just like the light was…

Overhaul’s hand burns into yours, an improbable lifeline that you pull closer more out of terror than conscious thought. The slick, empty air rushes around you and you think I am going to die like this and then, incredibly, as soon as you’ve accepted your imminent demise, you feel your back mold onto a chilled, flat surface, vertebra by vertebra up to the back of your head, as if you’ve been lain down onto it.

Your heart thuds in your ears and you brace for an impact because your body hasn’t quite accepted yet that it’s not falling anymore—but at the same time, you know you’re lying down on something. You pry your fingers away from their vice-grip on Overhaul’s arm and feel around blindly for what’s underneath you, and when it seems reasonably tangible you let yourself open your eyes.

Way above, vaulted dozens of feet over your head, is a ceiling studded with gilt-edged frescoes and stained glass. It’s raining (even though it wasn’t in the hospital, you think) but through the massive panes of colored glass there’s enough oily blue light to make out that you’re in a church.

You’re in a church, with a demon. Isn’t that against the rules?

You sit up stiffly and look over at Overhaul, who’s standing at your side and looking down at you…which is how you realize the soft, cold surface you’ve been deposited onto is the blanket on top of the altar in the sanctuary. “Where...did you take me?”

“You should know this place.”

And you do, when you look around. It’s empty now and you’ve never been here at night, but this is a church your mother would bring you to when you were little, back before the disease got so bad you couldn’t risk traveling to it anymore. This is where you took your purity vow…the ring feels heavy on your hand. “Why—why—“

“I can’t stand human hospitals. Filthy places… How that reek of illness and death doesn’t bother your kind, I’ll never understand.” Overhaul pulls his latex glove back on. He’s dressed differently now, no longer impersonating a doctor—black shirt, black pants, and a…bird mask in red leather and gold. So are you, as a matter of fact. Instead of your hospital gown, you’re in a gauzy white dress that’s already been pushed up to pool around the tops of your thighs.

The slip is too thin for the cold, and you can feel your nipples standing up under the cloth so you fold your arms over your chest and hug yourself. “Why did you take me here?” The sound of your voice echoes off the walls eerily and you wish you hadn’t spoken so loudly. The reflection of your words sounds girlish, nervous.

“I told you. Your side of our contract.” Even in this dark, the angular features of his face are clearly concentrating—on you. “Are you already having second thoughts? Such a fickle little thing…”

“You mean the ring?” You reach for it again, ready to tear it off and throw it at him if that’s what it takes to see your deal through, but Overhaul snatches your hand away, pinning it above you.

“Not the ring,” he says. “The promise.”

The…promise?

A chill makes its way down your spine despite the heat radiating off the demon’s body and onto yours. “I don’t understand.”

“The promise,” Overhaul repeats—and you hear a sound almost like wings flapping and then he’s on the altar with you, knees straddling your hips as a single hand holds both your wrists above your head. “To remain a virgin until marriage. Your promise to God.”

A streak of lightning cracks down on the other side of the stained glass window behind the altar, illuminating the room briefly in spectacular pits of red and orange and yellow…and then it’s dark again, and the only color you can make out is the gold in Overhaul’s eyes.

“I’m going to break it,” he murmurs, lowering his head toward your ear right as the answering thunder rolls through the sanctuary, up through the altar, up into you.

///

Méfiez-vous de son piège, the grimoire said. Beware of the catch.

Of course it wasn’t just a ring.

Overhaul’s fingers are in—inside you, his middle and ring finger pumping through the length of your cunt like they belong there, like you were made to be touched this way. A mixture of your juices and your own spit cling to the latex because he made you suck his fingers before he put them in you and he hasn’t bothered to take his gloves off—not that you asked. You’ve been too busy biting your lip to try and muffle the moans that he keeps forcing out of you. He’s bracing himself on top of you with one hand and fingering you with the other, so your own hands are free to push into your eyes and hide your face…until he yanks your arm back and stops.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes are screwed shut and you shake your head back and forth, the movement shuddering your whole body right down to your pussy wrapped around Overhaul’s fingers. He slows the movement and kneels back, pushing one of your thighs up into your chest as he does it.

“Look at me.”

And you’re not sure whether it’s some unearthly power he has over you or the plain old deterioration of your willpower, but you can’t refuse him. You crack your eyes open and he’s glaring down at you, skin pale as ice in the blue light. Once he’s satisfied that you’re watching, the demon leans back in to fuck your cunt with his fingers, slowly at first and then quicker when he hits something inside of you—a spot, a place on the inner wall of your pussy that makes you feel like you’ve been shocked— heat blooms through you like blood in water and you gasp and he curls his fingers up to pet over that spot again.

“Wait—wait, that’s—it feels—weird!” You’ve never felt like this before. You’re not supposed to feel like this, it’s wrong.

“I understand you’ve never touched yourself, but don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Overhaul says, voice as indifferent and calm as ever even though your cunt is dripping clear sticky liquid over the plastic of his glove.

He pushes back in and grinds his palm over the little button on the top of your pussy—your clit?—and you want to scream. “No, I—I don’t—nnhh...”

Do you like it? The demon’s body is so hot next to yours, like he’s running a fever except you’re the one going out of your mind… You’ve heard metaphors for sexual pleasure before (that it’s like having something to drink when you’re dying of thirst; or that it’s the ultimate act of intimacy, love in physical form) but all of that’s a fucking lie. There’s nothing to compare it to, no reference that makes sense, because it doesn’t make sense—you don’t even want him to keep going, do you? You’re only doing this because you signed your name on a devil’s contract, because you don’t want to die and there’s no alternative…but that doesn’t explain why you feel so warm from the inside out, why you’re squirming and your hips are rocking involuntarily no matter how much you try to keep still. This isn’t right. You feel like you’ve been lied to.

A good girl wouldn’t like this.

Overhaul isn’t going to let you close your eyes, so you don’t—but the sounds coming out of your mouth are so…indecent (and how can you think these things about yourself? the word feels like someone else is saying it when you hear it in your head) that your hand is drifting up to your mouth before you can stop yourself, trying to stifle all of it…

“Let your voice out. I want you to hear yourself moan.”

Long fingers slide their way out of your pussy and then move up to rub quick little circles around your clit and you moan, like a whore, like a girl getting her cunt rubbed by a demon— “Oh, uhhhn—something, it’s—coming—“ There’s something building up in your core—a peak, a climax, something that makes you fist your hands in the nightgown he put you in (so tight you’re surprised the thin fabric hasn’t torn) and tilt your hips up into him, begging without words because you don’t have any to express what your body is asking for…

But he doesn’t give it to you. Overhaul takes his hand away from your pussy and the shock of the cool air after his too-hot touch is almost enough to send you over that edge—almost. Not quite. And without it, you’re left shivering and quaking, thighs twitching as your baser instincts beg you to just put your hand between your legs for once and hump your fingers to completion if the demon won’t do it.

You’re not going to risk that, though. Not when Overhaul’s dragging your body closer, bunching up the blanket on the altar under your spine, so your pelvis is angled to his… He’s already shirtless and you hear him unzipping his pants but you can’t bring yourself to actually look at him, even when you feel something hard and hot nudging up against your inner thigh and then aligning to your sticky wet slit.

“This will hurt a bit, but I want you to look,” he says, and you don’t even understand at first until you make yourself feel it—his cock, pushing up against your tight cunt to finish this, this perversion of what your first time was supposed to be…

And what was it supposed to be? Roses and candles and soft kisses? A nameless, faceless husband unzipping your wedding dress and making love to you with the lights off? The way the demon touches you should be cruel in comparison but it isn’t, it’s lighting fires under your skin and turning your brains to mush, so how is your body supposed to tell the difference?

It’ll hurt, you know that, you’ve heard enough about sex to know that it always hurts the first time for girls…women. It was already a stretch to fit his fingers in your virgin pussy, so of course his cock is going to hurt. You turn your head toward the window at your side and try on look out at the rain drawing rivulets like veins over the glass, something to focus on instead of him.

“I said look,” the demon hisses, and his hips push forward a bit and you bite off a whimper of pain. “Watch me take your virginity…look at your tight little cunt swallowing me up just like it was made to.”

“N-No—“ you whine, even though it’s not like you can ignore it. “Don’t make me, don’t make me look, I can’t—“

“Then look at me.”

It’s what he wants, some kind of wicked satisfaction he gets off on, but you’re lucky enough to even get an option so you choose that one, shifting your gaze up into his face instead of the place where his cock is pressing deeper and deeper inside you. Overhaul’s eyes are half-lidded and it’s hard to tell from behind the mask but the look on his face is…pleasure? No, that would be too human. Restraint, at least. He could just thrust up into your body in one stroke, but he wants you to feel it for some reason.

Maybe because it’s a worse betrayal of your chastity if you want to get fucked.

Lucky for you, though, you can barely feel anything aside from the pain. The heat you felt building earlier is draining out of you even as Overhaul tilts deeper, layering his chest over yours. You’re almost grateful for the modest barrier the dress provides between your torso and the solid muscle of his abdomen. His cock in your pussy feels like it’s too big too deep too much and it’s the first time you’ve felt like your body wasn’t created specifically for this purpose so you hold it tight.

“Does it hurt?”

A second of clarity makes you want to snarl (of course it fucking hurts, I’m losing my virginity to a demon I summoned from hell) and you dig your fingernails into your palms to stop yourself from saying it out loud. Overhaul pulls out a fraction of an inch and then pushes back in and you feel like the breath’s being pushed out of your lungs. “Yes! Yes, it—it hurts—“

“I can make you enjoy it…for a price,” he sighs, settling into a slow rocking motion of his hips pushing into yours.

And you want to, every sore muscle in your cunt is telling you to give in and give up, give him what he wants so you can enjoy it like he says—but you’d rather hate every second of this than make another deal. You shake your head quickly and because you’re still too afraid to look away from him, you don’t miss the look of surprise that flits across his face before he tamps it down. “I don’t—I don’t want to—like it,” you gasp out between thrusts. “It’s better if—if it h-hurts…”

This time it’s obvious—his eyes really do widen, and you feel some petty triumph at having caught him off guard like this. Who’s predictable now? you think—and then he’s lifting one hand off the altar at the side of your head and tugging his glove off with his teeth, and you don’t even have time to be afraid of what he’s going to do to you because it’s too late, his bare fingers are already stroking over your mound and onto your core, massaging into the flesh of your stomach so he can feel his own cock sliding in and out of you—

and it doesn’t hurt anymore?

You only have a second to try and understand—he cured you, he healed the pain from your first time just like he healed your illness?—before he hooks his grip under your thigh and folds your legs into your chest so he can fuck into you harder than before. His cock slaps into your pussy and you can hear it, hear how wet your filthy little cunt is, smeared through with your juices. It’s sick—the sound of skin against skin, and the moaning you can’t hold back, you sound like a woman in a porno and you wish the pain would come back just so you could keep hating what he’s doing to you. “What—what did you do—“

The demon ignores you. “It feels good, doesn’t it.”

“Nn—“ It’s deeper like this…deeper and rougher and you can feel it. Now that the pain’s been reduced to the dull ache of a stretched muscle, you can feel everything—his cock sliding against that same spot in your cunt that makes you want to squeal, the friction of his body moving against your clit, all of it, everything you wanted to block out— he pumps into you and you hear your breath sobbing out a moan a second out of rhythm, the sounds of you bouncing on demon cock echoing over the walls. “Please—ah, ahhh…”

“‘Please?’ Are you begging—me, little girl?” Overhaul pushes your thigh up and drags his cock through you, excruciatingly slow, forcing you to feel the thick head slide over every gummy wall in your slick pussy.

You shake your head, mewl, try to force your hips to stop rocking back into his and grinding your clit against him. But you can’t. You’re a—you were a virgin, for fuck’s sake! Overhaul’s immortal. Probably thousands of years of experience on how to make you feel like you want this, like you’re only alive in the places he touches you… You’re at his mercy, if he has any. You never stood a chance.

“Then are you begging your god?” His body lowers directly onto yours and like you’re being controlled by puppet strings your arms fold around him and rake your fingernails uselessly into the smooth skin of his back. You can feel the vibration of his mirthless laughter through his chest. “It must hurt terribly…to know he isn’t listening.”

“Don’t—stop, please,” you sob. “Don’t say—don’t stop—please!”

“Listen to yourself, girl—“ Overhaul’s breath is faster now, but you don’t have time to question it because you feel your peak coming again, the tension rising up through your cunt and your abdomen, harsher and crueler than when his fingers were in you but you want it just as much. More. “Has he ever answered your prayers? Has he...ahh, fuck—who’s the one giving you what you need?”

“No— please, please just let me let me, please—“ You’re talking nonsense now, begging for the release—at least then it’ll be over, and you need it, you need it so badly you feel your muscles locking up, cramping, your ankles crossing each other behind Overhaul’s back.

“Good girl,” the demon breathes, and then he lifts off you so he’s kneeling upright with the two of you still connected, his thick, heavy cock still speared in your pussy, and his fingers come down again to rub at your clit. Everything’s so wet you can hear the motion of his fingers slicking themselves through your juices, sliding up and down the little button over and over and it feels so good that a tiny part of you almost wants to drag it out, to savor it, but the rest of your body is going to die, is going to go crazy if the demon doesn’t let you cum right now, right now, right now!

And he does. Praise the Lord. The pads of Overhaul’s fingers pass over your clit one last time and your head rolls back, your throat moves but you can’t even make a sound, your legs shake and you cum.

You didn’t know it was like this.

Your cunt squeezes down on his cock, throbbing and pulsing and your toes literally curl (you didn’t think that was a real thing!) and your vision goes black for a moment and—oh fuck oh fuck i want this i want more how is it possible that i’ve never felt like this—you understand, more intimately than ever, why sex is wrong:

because nothing that makes you feel this good could possibly come without a cost, could it?

///

It must take longer than you thought for you to come back to your senses, because when you regain awareness of your body you’re in your hospital bed. You’re clean, too, and you wonder for a second if Overhaul bothered to clean you up? Or no…he probably just snapped his fingers and transported you back to your room. You’re not really sure how it works.

What you are sure of, however, is that you just got fucked by a demon. You’re sore in places that you didn’t know it was possible to be sore, and there are already bruises forming on the flesh of your thighs from how tight he was holding you. You don’t really have time to inspect these, though, because apparently your…ordeal (if you can call it that) isn’t over.

Overhaul’s still here.

He’s facing the hints of sunrise through the east window, dressed again in the immaculate lab coat and surgeon’s mask. “You’re awake,” he says without looking at you.

You nod hesitantly. You’re not really sure what the protocol is in this situation, but at least you’ve finally held up your side of the contract, right? And so has he. Despite having been up all night doing sinful things, you’re still itching to get out of this bed and test the limits of your healthy body. “You’re…going to leave, right?”

“Yes—”

At that, you sigh in relief and settle back into your starched bedsheets.

“But there’s one more thing you owe me.”

“Goddamnit,” you swear for the very first time in your life. After what you just did, taking the Lord’s name in vain seems like a relatively minor sin.

Overhaul’s mildly irritated expression doesn’t change, but he holds his hand out to you, palm up, the way you imagine someone would if they were helping you out of a car or requesting a dance at an old-fashioned ball. And really, you want all of this to be over—you want to get out of this hospital, you want to taste what the air outside is like, you want to distract yourself from what you just gave up in exchange for a future. At this point you’re just going to have to hope God isn’t as picky about the whole premarital sex thing as you grew up believing.

So you put your hand in Overhaul’s.

Slowly, carefully, like he’s afraid it’ll burn him, he slides your purity ring down your finger and balances it in the palm of his bare hand. It sizzles when he touches it, glowing orange until it eventually burns down into a ash-black circle in the center of his palm. Once he’s satisfied that your pretty little ring has been reduced to nothing more than a scorch mark, he closes his hand around yours and you feel something sharp, painfully hot, etching onto your finger.

It’s over in a second, but you still yelp and yank your hand away from him as soon as he lets you. “Ah—ow, what was that?”

He burned you, he literally burned you! He’s already healed it, but there’s still a thin, pale scar, an intentional one left wrapping around the skin at the base of your left ring finger. Like a wedding ring.

When you look close, you can make out a symbol on the back of your finger where the cross used to sit—and even though your conscious mind doesn’t recognize it, the sight of it rings out something inside your ribcage, deeper and truer than flesh and blood. It’s the devil’s mark, you think. It’s his.

“…A promise,” Overhaul says softly, and even though it’s a chilly morning, you can feel the heat of his hands on yours a long time after he vanishes back into the dark.

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A Date w/ The Right Guy

Egon Spengler • She/Her Pronouns • ANGST/SFW • GB!Reader (GB - Ghostbuster)

“What? Like…a date?”

“I’m confused if you’re more surprised that I asked you, or the general idea somebody asked you out” Peter smirks towering over Y/N propped against the door as she moved to lean against the other side of the frame.

“Fine Venkman. I’d love to”

“Great, tomorrow I’ll come get yea at 7?”

“I don’t live anywhere exciting yknow Pete” Y/N laughs slipping away from him as his gasp for a response only made her laugh more.

“You live here!” He yells and waited for her to leave the barn entirely before quickly running upstairs into the kitchen where the rest of the guys reside. “Okay guess who has a date with our quick learner Y/N”

“Egon?” Ray questions making Winston choke on his drink as Egon elbows him for exploiting that. But Peter clearly didn’t care nor waited for his own guessing game.

“This guy” Peter smirks proud of himself while pointing toward himself as Ray and Winston shared an exchange before turning to Egon for a response. But the doctor just ignored it for the moment. “Wow guys love the rousing support”

“We’ll it’s a date. A social construct between two adults that happen almost every day. And since we are in New York, there’s a lot of desperate people”

“Love to know I’m in that group”

The four quickly turned to the door showing Y/N entering the kitchen as she didn’t seem annoyed and or upset by the comment. She was a little desperate to be back in the dating world, she was just a bit upset that it’s Peter. She expected someone else to get their head out of their ass to ask her out.

“I’ll be in the lab if you need me for anything more” Y/N says after grabbing herself a cup of coffee and leaving the room.

Ray gave Egon a quick glance to find him embarrassed for saying such out loud. He didn’t think Y/N would come in or take it personally. Not that she didn’t entirely, but still. As Ray got up to go do something real quick, Peter took his seat and started to tell the two what he plans on doing which only infuriated Egon.

Y/N was checking the capacity and levels for the containment unit when Ray came into the lab.

“You’re stupid”

“Compared to the rest of you maybe. But my masters degree is still a masters. What did I do this time Ray?” She states as she logs down the information she collected.

“How would you agree to a date with Venkman when you like Spengs?”

“Did Spengler make the effort to ask me out?” Damn it Ray. “Peter wouldn’t be my first choice either, Ray. And I…I don’t want to prepare for the worse or go all out because I know how he is when a certain woman calls him during the day but I want to be taken out. Feel like somebody wants me. Just this once” Y/N frowns setting the clipboard down and trying her hardest not to cry in front of Ray but it happened anyway. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to pine over a guy that you’ve loved since university? And I don’t mean when we were professors, I’m talking when we were students—that met in that paranormal club you made. I…Ugh. It’s pointless to get worked up about it” she states wiping away her tears as she groans out of annoyance over herself.

“Y/N…I know Peter isn’t your first choice, but you’re like a sister to me. I don’t want the guy hurting you in any way”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t” Y/N got the last word in when the alarm went off for an urgent bust of course. “Welp. Duty calls”

———

Y/N trails behind Ray and Peter as they arrive to the library to handle whatever this man said he saw. She carried her camera close lighting up to see Egon as they snuck up behind his distracted self. Peter of course messing with him and slamming a book on the desk to startle the poor guy. Resulting in her smacking Venkman upside the head.

“Ow!”

“Shh!” Several people told Peter.

•

“Okay I’ve got a plan”

“Should you tell us or oh—“ Y/N slowly follows. “We’re just conducting”

Inching closer to the aberration, Ray being Ray suddenly yells “Get her!” Resulting in the you guessed it—the aberration scaring the four and without thinking or realizing, Egon pushed back instantly grabbing Y/N’s hand before booking it out of the library.

———

As the night rolls into the next day, Y/N having the only room to herself at the firehouse-sat across her vanity touching up her make up as she suddenly felt anxious. Peter is okay and all, not the type to push anything…more like make it seem like it was your decision. But she couldn’t stop thinking about how he is about a certain someone.

Then the phone started ringing, and Y/N quickly answered.

“Y/N speaking” Y/N picked up one of her few lipsticks before smiling. “Hi Dana, how are you?”

“I don’t understand what was wrong with that guy” Ray sighs stepping out of Ecto-1 covered in slime.

“I would’ve thought that from the countless times of you coming up with the “go get them” plan, that the probability of it happening again would be low.” Egon sighs taking his glasses off annoyed at the amount of slime that got on them. “So, Chinese?”

“Hmm. Yeah why not, let’s get this crap off first”

“I’ll take care of the trap, then clean up”

“Alright. The usual?” Ray questions as Egon nods while retrieving the trap from the back of Ecto.

As Egon headed down to the lab to clean out the trap, he spotted Y/N sitting on the couch reading one of her books. Thought she was going out with Venkman…He thought as he continued to stare into the back of her head before realizing what he came down there for.

“Evening, Y/N”

Y/N slowly turned around finding the doctor covered in slime as she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped from her.

“You look like you had fun, Spengler”

“I wouldn’t exactly say it was fun to be slimed on what’s supposed to be an easy job” He sighs putting the trap in the containment slot as Y/N set her book down along with the tea she had gotten earlier while getting ready, then rising from the couch heading toward Egon.

Egon waited for the light to change as he watches Y/N slowly approach him. She was gorgeous. Even if the little lady wore ankle black converse with her short red dress. He preferred her without make up like what he normally sees every day but god was she an artist with many talents.

“When is Peter coming to pick you up?”

“Mm. Unfortunately, Doctor, I was stood up for an old flame” She says as she gently removes his glasses to clean off the slime that stuck to them with a nearby towel. “He didn’t have the balls to tell me himself, instead…I received a call from a rather excited Dana but don’t tell her I told you that she admitted to being excited to see Venkman”

“I promise you I won’t…but wow. Aren’t I the lucky one to see you in what he was going to receive” Egon froze when Y/N rose on her tippy toes to gently return his glasses back to where they belong.

“If I thought about it a second time Egon, I would’ve thought you liked little ol’ me” She smiles and before she could even think of the next sentence is when Egon caresses her cheek causing her complexion to redden.

“You shouldn’t have to waste the time put into your look, just to hang around the firehouse. Give me a moment to get un-slimed and meet me by Ecto-1” Egon states not taking no for an answer as he goes to get cleaned up after pulling the empty trap out.

Y/N did what he said and waited against Ecto-1 for Egon when Ray came down with a grin on his face.

“What are you in on?”

“Hey! I didn’t know Egon was going to ask you. He told me about Peter and I’m sorry about it. But shortly after he told me what he did and trust me. The man is just as nervous as you are! Now if you’ll excuse me…spring rolls have my name on them” Ray leaves the firehouse to get his dinner and not shortly after, Egon came downstairs.

The man always looked good in a suit, but now feels different. Even if neither has established if this were a date yet. God she hopes it is.

“So…what’s on the agenda for tonight? Drinks?”

“You deserve much more than lousy drinks at a bar, I have a plan if you’re willing to let me take the lead”

“Of course, Dr. Spengler”

“Egon. Please…I love it when you call me Egon” The boldness made himself blush as Y/N hasn’t stopped since he told her he was taking her out.

———

“I’m studying quite a few things. Columbia is only adding to my doctorates” Egon tells Y/N as she walks on the edge of the fountain while he trails on the ground talking more about his studies.

“Do you think there’s such thing as ghost dogs? Cats!…Uhm. Fish?” Y/N questions as Egon laughs a bit shrugging to the question. “Mm. I think floating ghost fish would be a personal nightmare of mine”

“I believe that would be pretty rad, if they weren’t attacking one for revenge purposes” Egon states, finally sitting down as Y/N moves to the left side of him to sit. “The poor cats”

“What you think cats are their only enemy?”

“Would you like me to put in your head about a giant orca ghost coming? Or a blue whale”

“Nope. Nope! Shut up” She playfully pushes him to stop as Egon couldn’t help but laugh.

———

“Stop making fun of me! That bust was A NIGHTMARE!”

“At least your theory now exists. Quite surprising to see them chasing the poor lady’s house cat” Egon smiles, simply enjoying that laugh of hers. “Venkman could’ve done a better job at containment instead of letting you get surrounded by harmless phantom cichlids”

“Harmless is an understatement” Y/N sighs embarrassed to be terrified of ghost fish covering her face a second before resting her hand on the table, that Egon hesitantly tries to hold her hand.

The two sat for a moment in comfortable silence while conversation happened around them in the semi crowded. Then the smallest gesture of Y/N hooking her pinky with Egon’s. Nothing too crazy, but just enough to make them both comfortable.

“Do you…Uhm” Egon cleared his throat as the distress tried not to express itself with how nervous he was starting to get. His confidence was dying down but so was his anxiety when Y/N slowly but surely takes his hand into hers gently rubbing circles with her thumb.

“Hm?”

“Sorry, you make me nervous…a-and not in a bad way I must note that immediately but I’ve wanted this for the longest time and thought I lost my chances when Venkman asked you out” Egon admits as Y/N couldn’t help her face heat up to his words.

“I didn’t want Venkman asking me out to be honest with you…I was a little desperate and a bit of a fool of myself”

“Now why would you say that?”

“I should’ve just. Bucked up and asked you out myself instead of dealing with rejection of an asshole like Venkman” She frowns. “It’s not worth being upset over when what I’ve wanted since Colombia is happening right now”

“We both know Venkman is a wild card when it comes to his dating life. Of course it stings to be rejected overall, I was terrified of such. Have been since…well if we are admitting to things I believe it’s appropriate to also agree that I also had feelings for you since our Colombia days.”

“Guess everything is coming out in the open now isn’t it?” Y/N slowly brought back that smile of hers as Egon squeezes her hand gently before rising slightly and taking a chance to press his lips against hers.

Y/N didn’t pull away or have any signs of doing so. She brought her free hand to rest on his cheek as she continues to kiss the man she’s been wanting to kiss since forever. Egon parts from her for air as he brought his chair closer to her so he could lean into her a second time more comfortably. Soft and sweet was all he thought as he went in a second time as Y/N couldn’t help but say “Finally” as they parted once again.

“Well…Took us long enough”

“Certainly”

#lonelyridesinecto one #ghostbusters #egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #my first one for Egon—yes #my first fanfiction? no lol #am I anxious posting this after doing it a million times before—yeah lol #enjoy y’all

[makeitagood0neao3]

Safe Inside

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,754

Warnings: Non/con. Explicit sexual content. Dark!Peter Parker AU. 18+ only!

The knock on your apartment door couldn't have come soon enough. After a long, tiring day working virtually, all you wanted was your take out, likely still warm from the restaurant downtown. Hair in a messy bun, long shirt covering a pair of shorts you padded to the door. Looking through the peephole, just to be safe. You couldn’t be too careful nowadays.

You opened the door to see your usual delivery guy standing before you, grey Supreme hoodie beneath a black coat, the hood pulled over his head. In his hand were the handles of a plastic bag as he balanced a soda on top of it.

“Greek delivery for a pretty lady in apartment 410?” He asked, barely able to contain his smile.

“Hey Pete,” you greeted, matching his energy. “I just Venmo’d you.”

“You better not have included a tip, Y/N.” Peter handed over the soda and bag before grabbing his phone from his pocket to check for the transaction. “I told you to stop tipping me.”

“I know you did,” you answered smuggly. “But you deserve a tip when you give me life by baklava.” He smiles back before peering into the apartment behind you. He was always doing that; checking, observing. You only ever ordered dinner for one, but that didn’t stop him from being curious. Not one to easily trust, you know the little world you built can be easily destroyed if you let the wrong person in.

He never asked if you were seeing someone or overstepped. The most flirting you had done with this younger man was to tell him that if he got straight A’s this semester at the university, you’d invite him inside for a drink. 

“Yeah, yeah. I appreciate you. I gotta run, but I’ll text you.” He waved and made his way down the hall.

Using your foot to kick your door closed you locked it with your free hand and set the food down on the counter. Setting your Spotify playlist to shuffle on 80’s rock before digging in at your tiny dining room table that barely fits in your small apartment.

You met Peter on a whim. Never one to plan meals out in advance, you were often left to starve or eat cereal for dinner after working. Never one to leave your apartment when it was dark out, you settled for having dinner delivered. Peter was delivery guy on a food delivery app and learned your dinner routine and favorites quickly. Which was surprising, because you couldn’t possibly be the only person in Queens ordering take out every other night.

And he couldn’t be the only delivery guy around, but he somehow became your usual delivery guy and you, his regular. Usually one to get chips as a side at a nearby deli, you didn’t order any one evening. He messaged you No chips tonight?

It surprised you, but you brushed it off, telling him you were cutting back on junk food. He dropped off the meal at your door with a knock, but by the time you opened it, he was gone. Sitting at the top of the paper bag was a bag of your favorite chips.

Always one to drop off your food quickly and not stay to chat, you caught him one night to thank him and tip in cash. Since then, you two would talk in your doorway briefly, mostly keeping your friendship to text as you were both busy. After a year of limited in person social interaction, any casual conversation over your threshold was greatly accepted. One day soon you’d venture outside, but with the availability to have nearly everything delivered, you doubted that day would come soon. You just weren’t ready.

Soon you ditched the app and just text him when you wanted dinner and he dropped it off to you. The price for you didn’t change, but gave him some extra. You honestly didn’t know why he chose to deliver food; he was always dressed extremely nicely in name brand clothes and you later found out he has a lucrative position at Stark Industries.

Once you had asked him why he chose to do this, in the literal rain and snow, and he told you that it was something to do. He got bored often and it was better than sitting in a lab all night. He made it seem like he did this for several people, but you didn’t see how he had the time to.

In the middle of scrolling on your phone, there’s a slow delay in registering what you’re seeing. Shaking your head and blinking hard, the sensation didn’t go away. Your body seemed to relax as a deep buzz set in and your body movements sluggish. Bringing the fork up to your mouth for another bite, you missed completely, the rice pilaf dropping onto the table. You tried for another bite and this time succeeded.

Are you... high?

You tasted the mineral chalkiness before you noticed the white powder poorly mixed into your rice pilaf. Brain fuzzy, you tried to analyze the substance. Thinking it strange, you drank from your take out cup of soda to wash it down. It became harder to swallow each sip, but you had already finished half the meal.

A knock at your door echoes through the wood. Each footstep towards the door bounces between your ears. Struggling with the lock, you finally got it open, your legs almost numb and your arms heavy. On the other side of the threshold stands Peter, his hood over his head, eyes assessing you through his lashes as his head angles down.

“Pete?” 

You feel his arms around you before the whoosh registers in your head. Blinking hard, you are lying on your back, limbs heavy. Some time must have passed, but you can’t be sure.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered from above you. “I think I gave you too much.”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, a shiver blankets your skin. You let out a whine when your tongue refuses to curl with your words. It lies heavy, your jaw loose as you slur out questions.

“Peter?” You try again. Your question is slurred and there’s a pitched whine to your voice.

“Shhh, this is for your own good.”

“Mmph” you mumble, unsure if you actually feel hurt right now at this moment. Your movements are heavy and slow, like running through water. Your back is against something soft that smells like your fabric softener. Your bed. When did you get here?

“I’ve wanted you for so long. Now I can finally have you.” His hands seem to be frantic as he pulls your shorts from your hips and down your thighs before discarding them. Is he frantic or is this normal speed? His coat is gone and he pulls his hoodie over his head, his shirt stuck inside it. He’s next to you a fraction of a moment later

His warm hands graze your hips as he pulls the oversized shirt off of you, the crack of static electricity sparking from your hair as it's pulled through the collar in your ears. His hand gently rests your head back down on the pillow. You whine again and try to cover your bare chest with your small hands. He notices and pulls them away. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he reassures, mistaking your modesty for insecurity. He’s lying on top of you now, chest to chest. The heat of his bare skin as he presses into you, his hands tracing the shape of your waist and hips. He seems to be mesmerized.

“We can’t-” you want to scream, but even you aren’t sure your thoughts matched what came out of your mouth. Your hands try to push him off of you, but he’s too solid, too in control. When that doesn’t work, you slap his chest, but you don’t really feel the impact on your palm. You’re too numb. He grabs your wrist.

“I don’t use my hands to harm and you won’t either.” He says this firmly, eyes locked on yours, but follows up with, “Behave or I’ll have to tie you up so you don’t hurt yourself.” The latter comes out softer, more timid like the Peter you know.

His head dips down as he places sloppy, unpracticed open mouth kisses on your neck and shoulder. Quickly this turns into full sucking. You angle your chin to the side, scanning your nightstand for something, anything to help you. You eye a book, hardcover, heavy hand reaching up to grab for it. Maybe you can hit him hard enough to buy time.

Peter catches your movement and lets out an irritated, though shaky, sigh as it leaves his lips. “What did I say?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, silver device. He grabs both of your arms and places each palm on an iron bar on the headboard before a white, sticky, material shoots from it and seals your hands to it. You pull, but they don’t budge. He tosses it aside and slides down your body as you fight against your restraints.

The cool air brushes against you where your panties were. Vision unfocused, try to reconcile the split image of him and merge it into one. It’s dim in here, but it looks like he has your panties in his fingers as he tosses them aside. He lowers himself to his forearms, eyes never leaving your face. Or you think he’s looking at your face.

His nose brushes against your slit, tentatively, as you flinch. Your tongue is motionless in your mouth, but feels swollen, like it will suffocate you. All the things you want to say are being swallowed in your constricted throat.

His tongue pokes out as you manage to shake your head a fraction bit side to side. It probes your folds, uncertain. It takes him a few attempts, but he seems to find a technique he likes. The flat of his tongue swiping up as he breaks eye contact and his eyes roll back, indulged in the taste of you.

The sight of him enthralled in your most delicate region forces a squeak from you. His eyes snap open and his hands grip your hips a bit harder as he dives his mouth onto you. Seemingly encouraged by your noises and movements.

“You taste so good, baby.” He says, breathless, before he dives back in. Suddenly, his mouth finds your clit and he flicks his tongue against it hard. It’s too much pressure and it has you wriggling, brow furrowed.

He seems to notice this, because he modifies and begins sucking on your clit instead. A shock wave is sent through you, your hips angle up to meet his mouth eagerly. Taking this as a sign to continue, he inserts two fingers inside you, stretching your hole.

Quivering, you try to fight off the orgasm building, thighs clenching his head. He seems superhuman as his fingers never cease their rhythmic curling inside you and his mouth sucks the life from you. Whatever he gave you makes it impossible for you to take deep breaths and the orgasm that drenches your body in sweat steals the air from your lungs. He slows his motions as you ride his fingers and mouth before slowly removing both from you.

He seems proud of himself as he says, “I’ve always wanted to do that to you.” It’s almost endearing, but then you remember you’re drugged and bound.

Stalking you like the prey you are, he crawls up your body and slides his pants and briefs off his hips. He’s already hard as you try to focus your vision on him. Unable to tell how thick he is, you wonder if it will hurt. Perhaps if he caused you pain, your body would snap and find the adrenaline you need to get away. You pull against the bars again, hoping to break free. In the very least, your head lulls side to side in protest.

“I didn’t bring a condom, but we don’t need to worry about that. I’ll always take care of you.” He says, his forearm resting next to your head while his other hand reaches down, lining himself up with you. He pushes forward, breaching your entrance. Removing his hand, it moves to cup your head in his hand, sound muffled as he presses his palm hard against your skull.

Unable to move your head as he cradles it, your eyes flutter, unable to make him out clearly. His eyes penetrate yours, his eyes a deeper brown than you noticed before. His lips are parted as he catches his breath.

He slowly pushes forward, inch by inch. Your wet channel stretches and forms to him as he slips inside you. Despite the heaviness in your limbs and numbing to your skin, you can feel how your body accommodates him. The feeling of him is amplified by his heavy breathing in your ear as he pulls back and slams back into you.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” You try to tune him out, the only thing you really focus on is the wet sound of your slick as he draws more from you. Your body operates on sensation alone and all you can feel is him. He finds a rhythm that seems inhumanly fast as his hips push yours into the mattress harder and harder. 

He presses his chest against yours again and you can’t tell whose body temperature is higher. The desire within you builds. Fighting through the haze, you cry out, spine arching off the bed. The fabric is damp beneath your hips and you wish you could be embarrassed by it.

Both of your breaths grow louder, more frantic. On particular thrusts when he tilts his hips. the tick of his cock angles up to hit your g spot, you let out a moan. Encouraged by this, the corner of his mouth lifts into a cocky smile.

“Louder, baby.” He commands breathlessly, seeming to find his courage.

He lifts his chest from yours and kneels, his hands lifting your hips up with him, your ass no longer on the bed. Grabbing for your ankles, hooking your heels over his brawny shoulders, he slams back into you. His forearm wraps around your shins, holding them in place while his opposite fingers find your sensitive clit. Letting out breathless gasps, you can’t catch your breath or restrain your vocal cords. He continues plowing into you, fingers rubbing diagonally, frantically, against you.

“Come for me, Y/N. Soak my cock.” Something about this version of Peter, this feral side of the sweet delivery guy you thought you knew, makes you come again. Eyes rolling back, your lids closing as his hips become frantic. He squeezes your legs like a lifeline as he comes inside you, a loud grunt from above you.

He pulls out of you and lowers your hips to the bed. The euphoria sets in and your taught muscles relax into the bed. Leaning over you and he connects his nose with yours as he catches his breath. You’re both hot, a thin layer of sweat over your skin, but that could be from whatever he gave you. Your shoulders are stiff and you try to tug again on the headboard.

“Oh,” he chuckles, “those will dissolve soon.”

Abruptly, he gets up, wiping his cock against the inside of your panties, before he slips them back on and settles them on your hips. His come drips out of you and into the panties, keeping you wet and reminded of him. How did this happen? You never let anyone inside the safety of your home.

Moments pass as you process this. Faintly, you hear his feet on the carpet before he’s back in your room, sipping on the soda he brought you.

“Thirsty?” He asks and angles the straw to your mouth.

“My shoulders hurt,” you murmur out.

“Then next time don’t fight me. I think you understand that now, don’t you?”

Even without touching you, he is still inside of you. There is a faint pulsing from your clit that radiates down to the soles of your feet. Rhythmic and matches your pulse as you come down. Your arms and thighs goosebump from the chill in the air and you can feel the balloon in your head deflate. But you’re still unable to respond to him so you lie there, surrendering to his power over you. 

#dark!peter parker #dark!peter x reader #peter parker #spider-man #inappropriate use of web slinger #dark fic

[dollslayer]

Fight or Flight

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve comes clean, in the aftermath and shock you turn to the one person who you know you can trust.

W/C: 2,369

Warnings: Implied cheating, angst, swearing

A/N: Hello! I wrote this for @sweetlyscared 's 1k celebration (congrats, it's well deserved!), prompt is in bold. I'm still pretty new to writing and this is my first true Angst fic so any and all reblogs/comments are super appreciated! Please check out my other stuff if you liked this fic!! Cheers!

PART TWO I Masterlist

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The feeling of everything crashing around you was slow. Like your world was moving in slow motion as you processed the words. Everything else he was saying became distorted, going to waste as he tried desperately to explain himself to you. All you could hear clearly was your own breathing while you tried to will yourself to do something, anything.

Fight or flight is a funny thing, you were always so feisty and eager to fight back, A Bulldog, Steve had affectionately called you. But when he told you he was in love with someone else, that he has been in love with someone else for months, your body couldn’t find anything in it but to walk away.

Your breathing picked up and your eyes searched the ground, refusing to meet his. You felt your legs raise you up to stand and start walking away, unsure of your destination. When you pivoted to leave the room your eyes met his briefly, staring emotionlessly as his desperately searched for anything at all in yours.

“Where are you going? Doll, please, can we talk about this? I’m, I’m so sorry I-”

Whatever else he was saying wasn’t heard over the noise of opening the door and shutting it behind you. You didn’t know where you were going or what you were feeling other than the obvious. You were in a state of shock, it’s one thing to hear awful news and another to understand that it’s true but you were fastly approaching that truth head-on.

You paused for a moment in the hall and heard no movement come after you. You almost let yourself be surprised but he’d admitted he gave up on you a long time ago, so it only makes sense he wouldn’t fight your exit. You kept walking and tried to hold the floodgates of your heart closed for a bit longer.

Flashes of what was said come back to you slowly as reality sets in. “I can’t put this off any longer. I want you to know that I will always love you, but there’s someone else.”

Your head hurt like it would as if you were already crying, the blood pumping in your ears and pressure building in your temples that would no doubt evoke a long-standing headache. Your face felt hot as you stepped into the elevator, maybe you’d go for a walk in an attempt to fend off your tears. Or maybe you’d walk to a safer place to have an emotional breakdown. Whichever is easier.

Brisk gusts of air greet you as you exit the building, making you realize you left your jacket on the arm of the couch. You took a second to evaluate yourself and noticed you’d also walked out in your house slippers and a thin pair of leggings. Trying to evade the cold you tucked yourself in the doorway of a bodega down the street and dialed Bucky.

Two rings and he picked up.

“Hello?”

“Did you know?”

The silence on the line only reminds you of the blood pumping in your ears. The silence tells you everything you needed to know.

“Liste-”

You hang up.

You’re breathing even harder now. Who else knew? For how long? How long was I the joke? You need to find somewhere else to be soon or all these strangers are going to get an eyeful of a grown woman sobbing. You dial the last number you’d expect to at a time like this.

“What’s happening, shortstack?”

You can hear Tony’s grin through the phone and his easy greeting gives you momentary comfort.

“Can I come over? Something happened.”

“I’ll let Jarvis know to let you in” Tony’s tone is understanding, not needing you to explain further, just letting you know you can come to him.

____

Tony’s only seven blocks from yours and Steve’s shared apartment, a fact you’re grateful for when you feel your feet aching every time they hit the pavement. The conversation replays in your head, you try to word what happened in your head and your anger starts overtaking the heartbreak. It’s almost a welcome reprieve from the settling heartbreak but you’re not sure if you’d rather be numb to it completely.

When the elevator doors open Tony’s waiting for you with two tumblers of scotch in hand. You shake your head and move past him to the couch. He joins you on the opposite armchair and sets both his elbows down on his spread knees, resting his face in his hands.

“Would you like to talk about it or not talk about it?” He asks with a sigh.

You don’t make eye contact with him so you don’t cry, choosing to focus on the Iron Man coffee table book you’d gotten as a gag gift for Tony all those Christmases ago. It almost distracts you enough to laugh, the fact that he just has it out. But you need to tell someone what happened and get it all out before you can let yourself feel it all.

“Steveisinlovewithsomeoneelse,” You rushed it all out in one breath afraid if you didn’t get it out fast enough that you’d break. “He has been for months. He said he doesn’t know when it all changed but when he was with her things just clicked,” you paused to collect yourself, “But don’t worry, I’ll always hold a special place in his heart and he hopes this won’t affect the future of the team or our friendship.”

“Oh, and he’s really sorry.” you added.

You laughed bitterly and shook your head in disbelief. His delivery had been so cold but so sincere, very to the point but pained in its delivery. “I just, whatever we had, it’s just gone. Things are just different now, with her, this kills me though, please believe me. You’re still really special to me.” Bullshit. Special enough to act as a placeholder until someone better comes, special enough to cast aside.

You’re broken momentarily from your spiral into anger by the sound of a glass hitting a coaster a little too hard. Looking up, you find Tony quietly seething. He and Steve aren’t close by any means so you figured that he wouldn’t have known, it’s why you called him over anyone else.

He moves slowly to your side on the couch and pulls you into his side. You can smell his aftershave and what you think might be burned grease from one of the many things he’s been tinkering with in the lab, it smells like him, like comfort.

“That fucking asshole. Unbelievable, I don’t even…” He leaves the thought unfinished.

His hands move up and down your arms in a soothing motion and you finally let yourself have it. You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the tears wet his shirt when you bury your face in. You sniffle up tears and snot when your face heats up.

There’s no way to know how long Tony lets you sob into him, no doubt ruining his vintage Depeche Mode shirt. Somewhere in the back of your mind you make a mental note to buy him a new one later. But for now you’ll just allow yourself to cry and you can deal with the world in the morning.

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Tony lets you fall asleep on his chest, feeling somewhere between furious and heartbroken by proxy. He thinks about letting you sleep and giving Steve a piece of his mind but figures that’s not what you need right now. Your phone sits on the table and he touches the screen to check the time. No notifications on your homescreen except for a missed call from Bucky and an old photo of Steve making a funny face as your background.

Had Steve not even tried to call you? Had he not even tried to go after you? Why was Bucky of all people the only one to be trying to get a hold of you? Prick.

Selfishly Tony is glad that he has a good reason to be rude to Steve now, he has to admit. You two had always been close but when you and Steve started dating he saw less and less of you. He couldn’t fault you for it though, you were so in love with Steve and you knew that the relationship between the two of them was strained so you kept your distance a bit.

He thought of all the sacrifices you’d made for Steve. You gave up your childhood home in the Bronx that your parents had willed to you to move in with him because he wanted you to be closer to the tower. You gave up a promotion and transfer to DC when you were still just an agent, granted you were an avenger now but it doesn’t matter, he’d made a very big deal out of you turning it down. You gave up the friendship the two of you had.

It was incredible, really. How much you had done for him only for him to turn around and love someone else behind your back. Brave enough to fight aliens and terrorists but too cowardly to break up with you and leave you with some dignity. Did anyone else know about this?

Tony had to stop himself from getting too angry, afraid he’d wake you up. So instead he went back to plotting up schematics for the half-finished suit mod he’d been in the middle of when you called.

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It’s been a week and you still haven’t properly talked to Steve. After two days on Tony’s couch you need to look at things from a logical stance. Where am I going to stay? It’s not like you had your parent’s place anymore and you didn’t want to sign a new lease on an apartment. You could always move into the tower but that meant a higher chance of running into Steve.

You were thinking about all of this out loud to Tony when he offered you the guest bedroom in his penthouse. You were shocked, he’s always been a generous man but after you drifted apart from him you were surprised he even let you stay these past few days. Maybe now was a good time to rebuild your friendship with him and have some space from work.

What’s work going to be like? You agree and go on a temporary leave from the team, just a month to collect yourself. If you really wanted to you could go back but the thought of seeing everyone that knew about Steve’s affair was humiliating and enraging in one go.

It turns out Sam had been playing therapist to Steve in all of this, Nat figured it out through some sleuthing, and Wanda had inadvertently heard his thoughts about her. And none of them thought to tell you? To save you from the anguish but to let it fester? Steve wasn’t the only one that betrayed you. They all had.

What will I say to him? Should I say anything to him? Turns out the answer was ‘nothing’. You texted him to let him know you were moving out and you���d be by to get your things as a courtesy. You walked into an empty apartment and you were almost relieved.

He’d chosen to not be here but he’d left you a letter on the kitchen counter next to a framed photo of the two of you on vacation last year. You scoff but don’t touch the letter. Every ounce of restraint you have is being used as you leave it untouched. But you don’t need to know what excuses or apologies he has on deck, nothing he could say would exonerate him of his wrong-doings. You had no intentions of speaking to him but secretly you hoped he suffered as he stewed in his guilt and inner-turmoil. He deserves to.

When you pack you leave every gift he ever gave you, taking only what you’d brought with you in the first place. You take one look at the unmade bed and almost go to make it out of habit but then you think of the two of them there together. All the long missions you went on without him, all the times you stayed late at work or went out with your friends. How many times had he been here with her while you were there?

You end up only leaving with two suitcases and a backpack full of things. Tony waits for you in the lobby, understanding you wanted your space when you went to get your things in case Steve was there.

The elevator doors open to him taking a selfie with a couple of fans and shaking hands. He’s all too happy to be recognized but when he sees you his eyes soften. Not out of pity, but fondness, like he’s proud of you for getting out.

He sends you a questioning look with a silent question. Are you okay?

You smile at him and for the first time in days it’s a genuine, non-placating, happy-to-see-you smile. It’s okay, I’ll be okay.

He takes one of your suitcases from you and helps you load them into the back of the car before opening the door for you. The drive back to Tony’s is silent but comfortable. The trust you have in each other is strong and unspoken. Something you’ve always been grateful for between the two of you.

He doesn’t ask you about Steve or what happened, always letting you come to him first, which you appreciate. And when you talk he just listens. No bullshit unsolicited advice about moving on or how everything happens for a reason or getting back out there, just listens.

You know the road ahead is long and it will be difficult, but you have someone in your corner and the knowledge that what happened isn’t your fault and that you’re a badass and fuck Steve Rogers and fuck anyone else that did you wrong in all of this. Maybe you’ll forgive them someday but for now you’re gonna focus on you and work on building yourself back up. You’re ready for the ups and downs, you’re ready to fight.

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