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hard-core-super-star · 7 months

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Hiya, may I request something for Kate bishop.

(Peter could be rs cousin or something.) Reader (who is spiderwoman and dating Kate), Kate and Yelena help Peter Parker (T. Holland) with the villains from the other earth's and as a result green goblin ends up killing aunt May and she seeks out revenge for may and almost kills green goblin but Yelena and kate stop her. (Oh, and Peter is the only one who is forgotten)

no such thing as good grief [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x parker!reader

summary: you always knew being a superhero came with a long list of dangers but it turns out you weren't quite ready to deal with someone else suffering for your mistakes.

warnings: major character death; heavy mentions of blood + injuries + grief; a huge serving of angst with a side of hurt/comfort, a dash of humor, and a sprinkle of plot; weird descriptions of fight scenes

wordcount: 3.2k

a/n: i probably should have rewatched no way home for this but shhh. any inconsistencies are just part of this other timeline because i said so and the MCU timeline is incredibly messy anyway. i very clearly got way too attached and wrote way too much but whoops, hope you enjoy <3 [also yes, may is R's mom in this but somewhere along the way, i resorted to just calling her 'may' instead 'mom' because I didn't want it to get too repetitive]

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Nobody ever said being an Avenger was easy.

Especially now that most members are either dead, retired, off-world, or just simply unreachable. Nobody wanted to address the fact that the safety of planet Earth now rests solely in the hands of a bunch of college students and a Russian ex-assassin.

Of course, there’s still Dr. Strange and his merry band of sorcerers, including Wong, but it seems the only thing that man can successfully protect is his massive ego. It’s harsh, sure, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

Although, maybe you’re just bitter that Stephen’s soft spot for your cousin ultimately got you tangled in a mess you had no business being in.

A crack in the multiverse is bad enough but it being caused by one of Stephen's failed spells is even worse.

And of course, Peter's seniority when it comes to being part of a superpowered team means when he calls, you answer. There’s also the fact that he’s family and your mom would absolutely lecture you if you ignored him…again.

You really wanted to sit this one out but there was no way your girlfriend was going to let you. You tried all the tricks you knew to convince her but ultimately, her and Yelena ended up dragging you out of your apartment to help Peter fix his multiversal disaster.

“So, your plan to defeat these villains is to…not defeat them?” You question. “In what universe does that make sense?”

“Don’t be a jerk, y/n/n,” Kate mumbles.

You playfully roll your eyes at the archer’s words, biting back a comment about how rare it is to see her actually attempting to focus on forming a plan. She’s gotten a lot better at not rushing into situations but old habits die hard.

“Actually, it’s May’s plan,” Peter says. “I know it’s unconventional but I think it could work. We’re the good guys, right?”

Yelena shoots you a look but you just shrug in response. Fighting with him will only lead to more problems that you’re not sure you’re qualified to solve. Actually, none of you are qualified for any of this.

Webs, arrows, and strong punches are not going to get you out of this one.

You swallow down your hesitation and give Peter a small nod. “Right. What do you need us to do?”

Step 1, according to your annoying Spider-Cousin, is to pick up a few materials for him while he takes the misplaced villains to Happy’s condo. You don’t love the idea of being an errand girl but you already agreed to help and there’s no way Kate will let you take your words back.

Her loyalty is as admirable as it is annoying. But at least you get to spend time driving around New York with your two favorite people. And by driving you really mean sitting in the backseat with Kate while Yelena complains about how much harder it is to drive a car than a motorcycle.

Step 1 takes about an hour to complete and it’s not until you’re all heading to Happy’s place that your girlfriend decides to question you and your lack of trust in Peter’s plan.

“Since when are you so cynical?” She asks, her arm loosely wrapped around your waist.

“Me?” The question catches you off-guard and you turn your face away from the car window to look at her instead. “I'm not the one shooting arrows through people’s limbs.”

“It’s not like I’m killing people.”

“Neither am I,” you reply with a shrug. “I'm just saying to send them back to their universe.”

“So they can die,” she says, her tone making her statement sound more like a question than anything else.

“Well…yeah.”

It sounds brutal when said out loud but it’s the logical choice. Keeping them in your universe isn’t an option and there’s no telling what kind of damage Peter’s plan will have on those other timelines.

“And you don’t think that’s cruel?”

“Should I?” You look away from Kate’s eyes before you get distracted from the conversation at hand due to the puppy-dog look they’ve been carrying the past few minutes. “Yelena, you wanna help me out here?”

“You’re gonna get the heartless Russian assassin to help you prove your point?” She asks with a chuckle.

“Ex-assasin,” the blonde corrects her. “And I am not heartless. But y/n is right. What is that stupid saying? Something about a circus?”

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, so if you’re so against this plan why did you agree to it?” Kate finally asks the million-dollar question.

The answer is a lot more complicated than one would think and you’re not in the mood to explain why the plan being your mom’s idea means so much to you. So, you take a page out of the archer’s book and reply with a stupid joke instead.

“You think May would have been fine with me letting Peter run around on his own?”

Yelena’s reply is just as witty as yours. “I am only here because someone has to babysit you while y/n babysits Spider-Boy.”

“You guys are jerks.” There are notes of humor in her voice that she tries to wipe away with an overdramatic pout.

You chuckle and lean in to kiss her, ignoring Yelena’s complaints about how annoyingly in love you two are.

The moment is a welcome respite from a chaotic and difficult situation.

A situation that only gets worse with every minute that goes by.

The three of you finally arrive at Happy’s condo and are led inside by your overly chipper cousin. You try to ignore the way the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the mere sight of the supervillains scattered all around the living room.

You’re probably just being paranoid. That’s what you tell yourself until Peter lets it slip that he’s not the only person watching over the time-scattered villains.

You grab a hold of his arm and lead him away from Kate and Yelena, more for his sake than yours if you’re being honest. “What do you mean my mom is here? Why the hell would you bring her into this mess?

“I didn’t do anything!” He responds. “She wanted to help. You know how she is.”

If you had a nickel every time he used that excuse you’d be as rich as your girlfriend.

“This is different, Pete! It’s not just her bringing us snacks while we fix our web shooters, this is serious.”

“Which is exactly why she should be here. We need all the help we can get to do this. You have no problem with Kate being here, why is May different?”

It takes you a second to be able to reply, your brain not fully computing his audacity to make such a flippant comparison. “Because she’s not a superhero, you dimwit! She’s the only family I have left, I am not letting her get hurt because you convinced her to help us.”

“First of all, ouch. Second of all, relax. She can take care of herself.”

All you can really do is groan since it’s obvious no amount of arguing will get him to change his mind and help you convince May to go home. There’s also the fact that she probably wouldn’t listen to you even if you managed to get Peter on your side.

“Fine. Just tell me what to do so we can wrap up this shitshow.”

You ignore his very obvious sigh of relief and focus on lending the helping hand you promised earlier. Help that makes you ignore your growing unease and leaves you unprepared for the violent turn things take.

You’re not even sure how it happens.

One second you and Kate are arguing about how Sandman’s powers even work while Yelena and May help administer Dr. Ock’s cure and the next you’re watching Green Goblin turn the rest of the misplaced villains against all of you.

Your one and only thought is on getting your mom out of here unscathed but it quickly becomes clear you won’t be able to just swing her to safety. There’s no plan, or even time to think things through, there’s only a tense atmosphere and an inkling that things won’t go well no matter what you do.

Green Goblin’s taunts ring in your ears right as Electro blasts Dr. Ock out the window. Kate shoots you a look you can’t ignore and you hold on to the silent promise that she’ll be okay without you.

You dive out the window without a second thought, barely managing to shed your hoodie and reveal the Spider Suit hidden beneath your clothes. (Peter can keep all his fancy little upgrades, nothing beats the classic suit in your opinion)

You manage to help Dr. Ock before he slams into the ground with equal parts teamwork and a staggering amount of webs.

He assures you he’s fine once you manage to get onto a nearby roof, not so subtly doing his best to get rid of a few webs that are stuck to his clothes. You shoot him an apologetic smile before jumping off the roof and swinging back to the now blacked-out building.

You ignore the swarm of cop cars and news vans that litter the front of the building and impulsively divide to crash through a window into the lobby, figuring it’ll be faster to find May and your team this way.

You jump onto your feet after your literal crash landing only to find Kate and Peter in the middle of fighting Green Goblin. A part of you screams to run and find your mom but then Osborn kicks Kate’s bow out of her hand and your body reacts faster than your mind can even comprehend.

“Hey, asshole!” You shoot a web at his leg and yank him backward. “Get your hands off of her.”

He stumbles but doesn’t fall the way you anticipated. Instead, he turns to look at you, that chilling smirk still plastered on his face. “What is it with you Parkers and your savior complex?”

Your first instinct is to run at him but you catch the archer’s look as she runs to help a badly injured Peter. If it’s a distraction she needs, that’s exactly what you’ll provide.

“It’s part of our charming personality.”

You shrug and shoot at him again, managing to pull his focus toward the barrage of webs you send his way.

You expect to keep him occupied until Peter and Kate catch their breath but instead, May rushes out of the stairway, a bleeding Yelena trailing behind her, and she injects the so-called cure into the back of Osborn’s neck.

The cure doesn’t work. All it does is send the Green Goblin into a fit of rage.

You urge May to run in between Osborn’s taunts directed mainly at you and Peter. She doesn’t listen and you’re too distracted to notice the deadly glider that hovers just outside the window.

By the time Kate warns you it’s too late.

The blast it creates when it crashes in sends you flying onto the ground. All the air gets knocked out of your lungs from the impact but you don’t get time to lay there and recover.

You somehow manage to get back onto your feet right as Osborn sends a bomb flying your way. You just barely manage to web it and throw it to the side before it goes off, sending bits of debris raining down onto all of you.

There’s the distinct sound of Kate’s boots running toward you, Yelena’s Russian curse words, and a part of you that tells you to go check on May. There’s no chance in hell that you’re letting Green Goblin get away though so you swallow down your pain from aching joints and bleeding cuts and run after him.

You arrive outside just in time to watch him throw another bomb that you’re too slow to stop.

The explosion throws you back onto the ground and you groan as you land on a piece of glass. You’re breathless and bleeding and it’s only then that the guilt crashes into you at once.

This time, your attempt to stand is far less balanced and you stumble onto a familiar frame. “Hey, hey, easy. There’s no rush, babe.”

You happily accept Kate’s embrace, the familiarity of her comforting touch soothing some of your pain. “You okay?”

“Yeah, nothing some band-aids and a nap won’t fix.”

Hearing the usual humor in her tone brings you back to reality…which brings your mind back to your mom and the way you so recklessly rushed outside without knowing if she was injured. “How about Peter and May? They okay?”

Your girlfriend’s silence never means anything good and in this context, it makes your heart drop to your stomach in an instant. You’re about to question her again when Yelena’s voice stops you.

“We need to get out of here before the cops arrive…again.”

You push your injured body away from Kate’s, searching for the answer you don’t want to hear. “Kate…”

“I’m sorry.” She avoids your eyes as she responds. “Peter tried but it was already too late. She’s gone, y/n.”

You don’t hear anything she says after that.

It’s strange the way the world slows to a stop around you while your overwhelmed brain tries to process the Earth-shattering information. Strange how a second ago everything seemed to make sense and now you’re left gasping for breath, reaching for answers you know don’t matter.

The how, the why, the what. None of that matters.

May is dead.

And there’s nothing you could have done to stop it despite the powers, and the gadgets, and the hours of training.

You didn’t even get to say goodbye before she-

“y/n, it’s not your fault.”

“Listen to Kate Bishop, she’s finally right for once.”

“Hey!”

Their attempt to comfort you turns into chaotic bickering but you don’t pay attention to their words. You can’t think about anything except the gaping hole in your chest that had once been full of May’s knowing looks and thoughtful words.

Kate’s right.

It’s not your fault. Or May’s. Or even Peter’s. There’s only one man to blame for this.

And you’re sure as hell going to make him regret his choice to mess with your family.

“y/n.” Kate’s voice manages to cut through the hate-filled fog that’s starting to cover your mind. “y/n, don’t.”

You don’t listen to her words, you don’t even take in the way she so easily knows what you’re thinking, you just do what you’ve always done: keep moving.

You successfully escape your girlfriend’s embrace and start running. You’re not sure where you’re going or how you’re going to find him but the plan will come later. Right now, you just need to do something before the grief consumes you.

Kate yells after you but there’s no way she’ll be able to chase after you. Especially once you start swinging from building to building.

The hours pass by in between blurs of rain, tears, and the occasional wall you end up crashing into. Your phone blows up with missed calls and countless texts but you don’t care.

The entire world could crash and burn without you for all you care. The light within your own world has already been extinguished.

Your search ends up leading you right to the Statue of Liberty where you’re not at all surprised to find a chaotic battle going on. Maybe you should have checked your phone to get caught up with the plan but that doesn’t matter.

What does matter is that you’ve finally found what you’ve been looking for. And your mind is dead-set on your objective.

You ignore the rest of the fights going on, including the look of pain and relief on Kate’s face once she sees you swing past her, and hone in on Peter.

You're still bleeding and there's a sharp pain in your leg you can't ignore but your injuries don't matter. All that matters is avenging May.

You land next to Peter without a word, the venom in your eyes saying more than your voice could. You're both fighting for the same thing but you have no doubt he's still pulling his punches.

Something you have no intention of doing.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to join the fun,” Green Goblin taunts. “Too tired of running after your dead parents?”

“Shut your mouth,” you reply as you step toward him. “You don't know what you're talking about.”

That only makes him laugh. “Trust me, pain makes you stronger. You'll see, all I have to do is take away your pretty little girlfriend next and you'll understand.”

There's no hesitation left in your body once you hear those words.

You lunge forward, tackling Osborn to the ground. That stupid smirk doesn't leave his face even while you rain down punches on him.

“Come on! Is that all you can do? What's the point of two Spider-Idiots if one is too weak to fight?”

You know he's only taunting you. Trying to push your buttons and get you to break. Too bad that's exactly what you want to do.

Every time he pushes you back, you kick him back twice as hard. You stumble and get punched in the face enough times to make your ears ring but you don't dare stop.

You don't even think.

You just punch and punch and punch until Osborn’s on the ground, his witty mouth finally silent.

Seeing him like this only serves to remind you of what you've lost, of the pain that's taken hold of your every thought and move. You lift your hand to shoot a web at his forgotten glider when a voice stops you dead in your tracks.

“y/n?”

The mere sound of your name coming out of Kate’s mouth in that desperate tone is enough to make your breath catch in your throat. You already know what she's going to say so you speak up first. “I have to.”

“No, you don't. You've done enough, okay? You can walk away.”

You look down at your hands, at the bloody mess you've left behind, and the tears start falling before you can stop them.

The hand that pulls you up doesn't belong to the archer but it's full of an understanding only Yelena could be capable of. “Go on, Spider-Boy and I got this.”

You nod, too numb and overwhelmed to fully accept the weight of what you've done. Of what you almost did.

“Kate?” You call out as you finally turn around to face her.

“I’m right here.” She greets you with the same soft look and warm smile you fell in love with, nothing but compassion in her gaze.

You all but collapse into her waiting arms, your shoulders slumped as you finally give in to the all-consuming grief that lingers in every breath you take.

The sounds of the chaos around you fades into nothingness.

All you can hear is Kate's soft reassurances and the steady beat of her heart. You don't need anything else than that right now. Despite how strong the urge for revenge had been.

You just need your girlfriend…and a long nap.

Peter watches the scene with a small, albeit sad, smile on his face. There's a weight on his chest that even fixing his mistakes won't take away.

But at least he knows you won't be alone. The spell will make you and everyone else he loves forget about him but at least you'll still have Kate.

It'll be hard but he has no doubt you'll be able to rebuild and find the light inside of yourself that May always believed was there. Flickering underneath all the pain of your past.

Now you and Kate can shine together.

Without him and the chaos he unnecessarily brought into your life.

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zodiac event : ♍︎ VIRGO afab reader x LEO GRIMMJOW JEAGERJAQUEZ ♌︎ genre: explicit smut! grimmjow gets needy for his crush... wc: 2k note: @electronicwitchcollection hope u enjoy ^^ i write bleach again :o

He’s impressive. You recognise him instantly after hearing his name and almost fearing him for so long. But now you get a chance to work alongside the espada, you can finally see him up close and you know he is a force to be reckoned with. His passion and energy are unmatched and there’s a dangerous fire in his eyes, paired with that stupid grin that makes you feel faint.

But you realise very quickly that he’s a complete attention whore. He has an ego the size of the fucking moon and you swear you’ve caught him staring at his reflection on more than one occasion. It’s not normal.

He thinks he’s irresistible. When in reality, you’re starting to find him irritating.

Especially when it becomes obvious that you’ve caught his eye. I mean, you’re the sweet and kind medical aide to the espada, and being so beautiful, who wouldn’t look your way? But him? And with the way he goes about trying to grab your attention in his usual arrogant, snarky ways just isn’t working. He’s left confused, now starting to get up in your face, teasing you and looking for a reaction.

But you’re so calm and patient, you could do this all day.

If it weren’t for your slightly clumsy nature, you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation– on his lap, in the medical room.

His impatient and demanding aura just had you making simple mistakes– misplacing your supplies, bumping into things and rushing around until you got all dizzy and tripped over one of his long legs that he had spread wide.

You’re glad you didn’t end up on the floor, but where you landed was a little more embarrassing. He extended an arm and just whipped you up before you fell, making your head rush as your eyes eventually cleared to find yourself sitting on his thighs.

“I– I’m sorry–” before you could get your excuses out he silenced you by slowly shaking his head and just telling you to get on with healing him.

You fidget around and try to get up, but he places a big hand around your wrist.

“Do it here.”

He looks you up and down, seeing your resolve start to crumble. But you still look hesitant, and he really doesn’t want you to get up, so he grits his teeth and tries to use his manners.

“Please.”

He’s still got that resting, aggressive look on his face but you can tell he’s trying to be polite. So you indulge him, turning yourself to face him before starting to work on his wounds. You would have to get up close and personal with him anyway– but this might be a little too much. He just continues staring you down as you complete your work with patience and dedication, trying to ignore that your noses are inches apart and you can basically feel his breath.

When you’re done and about to relinquish him from your touch, he holds onto your arm and presses your palm to his bare chest, where you were just finishing up. He gives you a strange look now… kind of sad and longing? But it is him, after all. How serious do his thoughts even get?

“Do you like me?”

You’re stunned. Aside from his insufferable arrogance and self obsession, you admit that he can be incredibly fun to be around… exhilarating, in fact. You just wish he’d treat you normally, as if you were friends? It would make everything so much easier. So in that regard, you admit you like him a lot– if only he’d show that side to you a little more often.

So you give him a smile and a nod, “Of course.”

He knows there’s a caveat in there. He scans your features, desperately trying to figure you out. You see hesitation in his feline eyes before he asks, sounding unsure of himself for once–

“Do you think… I’m attractive?”

Your eyes go totally wide as you give him a surprised smile.

“Grimmjow, sweetie, you know looks aren’t everything?”

He gives you a deep frown and sighs dramatically. He doesn’t want to give up but he’s kind of concerned that you see absolutely nothing in him.

Until you lean into him a little more and whisper in his ear–

“You’re too attractive for your own good, you idiot. Stop acting like a dick already and I might start falling for you, ok?”

She’ll– what–?

Now you’re giggling and starting to sit up again you admit it was a backhanded compliment... and you may have wounded his pride.

“Wait? You think… I’m a dick–!? Hey, [name] that’s not–”

He’s nearly as shocked as you are with your next move. You suddenly press a kiss to his cheek, leaving the stain of your lipstick on his skin and he shuts up instantly.

But upon hearing that hint of a confession from you, it gives him the confidence to bring his nose up to yours and look into your eyes.

“So if I… stop being a dick… I can kiss you?”

Your heart is caught in your chest and you can feel your face getting very hot. You give him a little nod, making your noses rub together while you study the brilliant blues in his irises and those pretty turquoise markings.

He brings his lips closer and steals his first kiss, then pulls away as if to ask for your permission to continue. You lean into him and he presses kiss after kiss to your lips, until you’re humming softly into his mouth and pulling him closer. He’s been dying to taste you, and it’s been utterly worth the wait.

“Gorgeous–” he purrs into your neck and starts dragging your uniform off. The buttons down the front of your dress make it easy for him to strip you and soon you’re completely bare, in his clutches.

You give him a smile– seeing such a needy side of the fiery man is making you so soft for him. He wraps his arms under your bum and picks you up, his sudden intensity making you nervous. He steps to the nearest wall, pushes you against it and starts grinding himself into your core, ravaging your body with kisses. He completely takes over your senses until all you can feel are his strong hands pushing your thighs against the wall, his lips, his body.

“Touch me” he growls an order that you can’t ignore. One hand remains holding tightly onto his shoulder while the other snakes down his crotch, slipping his pants down hurriedly.

“That’s it– hahh–” now he can feel you properly, your wet folds over his shaft, you see his eyelids flutter with pleasure and he loses a little more of his dignity when he begs to fuck you.

“I need you so fucking bad–”

“Mmh– “ you moan now, feeling the contact of his hard cock that’s ready to split you open– “Grimmjow, you wanna fuck me?” You ask so innocently, teasing him a little more.

He gives you a desperate look.

“I…” he breathes heavily and kisses you again, “need to fuck you– “

“Hmm,” you grab the base of his cock now and start rubbing him through your folds– and when his tip reaches the centre of your slick entrance he fucks his hips up and gets exactly what he wants.

“Oh, that’s better.”

He’s in control now.

His voice has regained all its power, now he’s impaling you on his dick and pressing you so hard against the wall all you can do is grab at his muscular shoulders and accept every inch till your mouth hangs open with a loud moan.

“That nice?”

“Mm–hmmhhm–” you hum incoherently, to his pleasure, as he starts up a steady rhythm. He doesn’t fuck you crazy, like you thought he would, but just keeps it slow and sensual as he builds you up.

“Making a mess of me already, sweetie?”

He looks down at all your juices on his cock and that annoying smirk returns to his face.

You bring a hand up to cover his mouth and he looks so confused.

“S-stop… smiling like that– ‘swear you’re gonna make me cum– “

He gives your hand a playful bite and you return to gripping at the back of his neck. He presses his forehead down against yours and smirks over your lips, his body rubbing relentlessly on your clit, and the smooth tip of his cock pushing so deep you just–

“Hn-g– I– I’m– “ you hiccough, but he knows what you’re trying to say.

“You’re… mm–” he can feel you now, squeezing over his shaft, “you’re cumming, huh?”

He bucks his hips with that grin on his face and pummels you into the wall.

“That was fast, pretty girl–” he teases.

You start to feel the blunt edges of his nails dig into your ass where he’s gripping you so hard and you let out a few needy whimpers.

“Grimm–jow– th-that hurts– “

He ignores you, picking up his pace and starting to groan into your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your soft muscle.

“Grimmjow– wait, wait, please– “

“Ugh–” he grunts, tiring of your whining as he steps back towards the medical bed. He sinks onto the mattress with you on top, like how you were sitting earlier.

“You do it then.”

He releases your ass, leaning back and watching you squirm over him. You get a grip on his meaty thighs and start rising up and down over the thick length of his dick. You can’t deny it feels good like this, watching him enjoy your body as you throw your head back and your wet hole takes every inch of him.

But he can’t sit still for long. He can feel his own release building up now, especially when you keep moaning, telling him how good he feels and how much you’ve been wanting his cock.

“Faster–” he orders and smacks your ass, now leaning forward and taking the plush fat there in his big hands. He grabs you and brings you up and down with so much force, like he’s trying to get deeper.

“Grimm–jow– o-oh— my ghh–”

“Stop saying my name like that…”

He wants to go for a bit longer but if you keep opening your mouth like that…

“Grimmjow– like this?” you moan with a dizzy smile on your face and he buries his face in your tits, moving his hips in a frenzy.

“I’m gonna cum inside you– don’t fucking argue-”

He states and sucks on one of your nipples till you scream and cum again.

“Mm– that’s it, good girl, such a good pussy– mine now. You know I can’t share–”

You nod and tell him what he needs to hear.

“Y-yours– Grimmjow– “

“What’s mine?”

He grabs your neck and pulls you down to glare into your eyes.

“My– pussy– ‘s yours… “

“Mm–” he moans and brings you into a deep and heated kiss, sliding his tongue over yours, holding your hips right down on his lap and fucking his cum into your womb. You know he wanted to get it right at the back– you pray that your birth control is strong enough.

“Again–” he pants, barely coming off his first high before he’s sliding you off his cock and watching the cum drip out, repositioning you, rather ungracefully bending you over the bed (that you don’t think will hold up much longer).

“Wait– ! “

He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls your head to the side.

“What?”

“J-just need to– catch my– breath–”

He pauses and taps his tip on your ass, starting to work down and spread you open.

“Fuck now, breathe later. C’mon, I’ve had a crush on you for ages, just let me have you again–”

Oh fuck. He said it. Ok, maybe this could work. You admit to yourself and giggle, feeling him start to get impatient for you.

“Ok, no more teasing and being a jerk?”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

You feel bad for doubting his sincerity at the time, wondering if he was just dying to get his dick wet again, but he proved you wrong. So wrong. Now, you have none other than Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez answering to your every beck and call. It’s magical? The espada tease him, but he worships you. He doesn’t give a damn. And now you’re finally his, he has something to be truly smug about.

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nerdiel-has-no-braincells · 10 months

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Through Glass

summary: Diluc blamed you, resented you even for events outside of your control or that you hadn’t done. Now alone, he reflects on his actions and the way he treated you

pairing: Diluc x you

cw: language, angst

a/n: I’ve been wanting to write something for Diluc that didn’t particularly end happy, and then I heard this song while on my way home today and instead of making it a love story like the lyrics suggest, I wanted to make it the opposite because angst

song: Through Glass - Hands Like Houses, lyrics will be italicized

It had been 8 months since you left. Today would have been your anniversary, Diluc remembered as he stared at the sky through his office window. His fingers were playing with a ring that he had bought for you. He planned to propose to you today if he hadn’t fucked everything up.

I’m told that love was golden

He was stupid. He was stressed about the pile of work on his desk and the upcoming Weinlesefest, an incredibly busy time for the winery. And yet he lost his anger on you constantly, ignored you, even hated you for no apparent reason.

Something to hold when the going’s tough

You hadn’t even done anything wrong. You did what he asked for help with, and when things happened outside of your and his control, he blamed you, his entire being becoming cold as he insulted you, tearing you apart with his words. And you took it quietly, looking down as he spoke, flinching at his words as tears formed in your eyes.

After 4 years together, you ended it, not being able to take his hot and cold attitude any longer.

And I’ve seen what love can mean when

It’s laughable, really. Because you were together for so long, he took advantage of your patience and kindness, took you for granted because you were always there.

The good times were always so good. Laying in bed on a rare day off cuddling, laughing and kissing. Everything seemed right in the world like you were both meant to be together.

Someone believes in you more than you ever could

But during the bad times, shit like how he treated you happened.

It cost him everything.

I felt that same, same rhythm in the same, same rush

You left a giant hole in his chest that could never be healed without you. Your touch is now a ghost, the feeling of being there but without actually being there.

Got that same, same feeling from the same touch

What else could he do now? He hurt you so badly. You used to visit him during the times when he would bartend, waited for him to come home safely late at night when he would become the Dark Knight Hero.

It’s like a wildfire growing ‘tween my head and my heart

He’s tried to check up on you ever since you packed up and stayed with your friend in Liyue. Your friend had gotten to the point where she asked him to no longer send messages in order for you to heal. Your heart was just as broken as his was.

He would always plan to visit Liyue, but his duties always called for him to stay here in the winery, to keep the Abyss Order mages away from Mondstadt.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to see you.

I can only wonder why I can’t see in color without you

Closing his eyes as he leaned into his chair, your face came into view. You were so beautiful when you first began to date. He was ready to open his heart to someone and he chose you, the only person who grabbed a hold of his heart. But when you left, that beauty went away.

The last time he saw you, you were packing your things and leaving your shared home within the winery. You looked haggard, the life within you dissipated.

And I don’t wanna try ‘cause I see all the colors surround you

He had done that to you. He used your love for him against you and it ruined you.

You light up the dark in me

He couldn’t take it any longer. He had to see you. He wanted to get on his knees and ask for forgiveness, for you to come back home where you belong with him.

You light up the dark in me

He realized his mistakes and he will promise you that you will be treated as you deserve. There will be no more bad days where his sharp tongue brings you down.

He made plans to leave for Liyue as soon as possible. He worked overnight to make sure his work would be taken care of. He didn’t want anything standing in his way any longer in order to see you.

I’ve heard, your vision blurs

Getting work out of the way, he made way to Liyue. He made sure his staff would take care of everything while he was gone.

He took the time as he traveled as to what he would say to you when he saw you. For the first time in months, he felt his heart beat against his chest. His nerves took a hold of him, but he refused to let that come between him and you.

Your stomach turns and you trip over every word

As the scenery changes from the Spring-like Mondstadt to the Autumn-like Liyue, he realized he was getting closer to seeing you.

I felt that same, same rhythm in the same, same rush

His heart pounded against his chest. As it began to grow dark, he had no choice but to stay at the Wangshu Inn. He was getting closer to you.

That night, he had the same dream he had every night after you left.

You were both in bed, naked under the covers as the two of you awoke at the sunlight shining in your room. You looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes as a smile grew on your face. The same smile had shown on his as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.

It was a peaceful morning, one where he didn’t have work to do so he could laze about with you.

Got that same, same feeling from the same touch

Kissing all over your face, you erupted into giggles, playfully pushing his face away without actually pushing. He continued to pepper your face in kisses. He missed you so much.

To stop you from pretending to push his face away, he flipped you over to lay on your back, laying his body on top of yours as he continued to pepper your face. Your giggles turned into full on laughter and squeals as you tried to get away.

It’s like a wildfire growing ‘tween my head and my heart

Diluc’s laughter rang through the air along with yours. All was right in the world.

Waking up to the alarm he set, he quickly got ready and set out for the harbor where your friend lived. He was close as he could smell the sea and feel the cold breeze.

I can only wonder why I can’t see in color without you

Finally, he could see the harbor. A warm feeling grew within his chest. He was so close to you.

As he entered Liyue, he looked around for you, even asking the residents about you. They pointed him in the direction of your new home. It seemed that you moved out of your friend’s place and took up residence here.

His heart beat loudly as he made his way towards your home until he heard your laugh. It caused him to freeze.

And I don’t wanna try ‘cause I see all the color surround you

There you were. You walked around the corner with a taller man with long dark hair and golden tips. The world glowed around you as your beauty came back to you, all the exhaustion left you and he felt his body start to feel warm as his heart pumped loudly in his chest.

You light up the dark in me

Taking a step towards you, he thought of what to say to you. He practiced and thought it over millions of times but now that you were in front of him, he felt his throat clamp shut.

You and the man stopped in front of what seemed to be a mortuary and you continued to talk to him.

This was it. He had to call your name.

You light up the dark in me

The man’s hand reached up and pushed your hair behind your ear before cupping your face. He smiled at you, his eyes glistening with so much love. You had leaned into his touch and looked at him the same way before he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

Diluc froze completely. The glow around you only brightened as his heart ached.

You moved on. You were able to heal from the heartbreak you experienced and gave your heart to another.

Quickly turning on his heels, he ran out of Liyue. Once he was out of the city, he stopped. Summoning his claymore, he began to destroy the rocks around him as he yelled out in frustration.

Frustration of how he treated you.

Frustration for you moving on without him.

Frustration at himself for losing you.

He stopped swinging his claymore around and stood there, his breath heavy before the tears fell. He collapsed onto the ground, leaning against a rock he hadn’t destroyed and cried. He lost the love of his life due to his own mistakes. Even if he wanted to make it up to you, he no longer could.

It was all his fault.

You light up the dark in me

Not gonna lie, this broke my heart. I always have the need to give all of the bbgs a happy ending because they’re precious bbs who deserve to be happy

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Mistaken Destiny

Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

A case of mistaken identity leads to love at first sight and maybe an unhealthy obsession

Warnings: fluff, incredibly vague allusions to cannibalism and murder (it’s Hannibal my guys, what do you expect)

WC: 748

Minors DNI

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The invitation had to be a mistake, there was no way that the beautiful handwritten calligraphy on ultra expensive card-stock was meant for you. You doubted you had even met anyone who knew what calligraphy was, and you certainly didn’t know this Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

And yet, once your shift at the diner finished, you caught the bus to the fancy side of town and cautiously approached the extravagant house a polite 10 minutes before the party was set to begin. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you rang the bell, practically shaking with nerves.

The ornate door opened slowly after a moment, a warm breeze rushing over you, carrying with it the smell of rich food and the sounds of classical music. “May I help you?” The older man standing before you was dressed smartly in a charcoal grey three-piece suit, his silvery hair quaffed to perfection and his amber eyes holding many questions in their swirling depths.

“Uh hi. I um, I got this invitation in the mail and I doubt it was for me and there wasn’t a phone number or anything so I couldn’t call you. I was going to just ignore it but my mama taught me that it was rude to ignore an invitation to dinner so I thought I would come in person to apologise for this mistake.” You rambled, thoroughly flustered by the handsome man who you assumed to be Doctor Lecter. A soft smile slowly grew on his lips as you spoke, his shoulders relaxing with your words.

“I believe I should be the one apologising considering this is my fault. I’m sorry that you had to go out of your way to let me know about this. I would invite you in but it appears that you weren’t anticipating staying to enjoy dinner.” His eyes dropped to your work clothes but there was no malice in his gaze, in fact, it seemed maybe lustful? A chill rolled up your spine.

Thrusting the invitation into his open hand, you turned to leave with a, “I hope you have pleasant evening doctor” but he gently grabbed your arm. “I would like to make this up to you, how about I make you a dinner at a time more convenient to you? It is the least I can do.”

You melted, utterly charmed by him. “Uh yeah, that would be quite nice.” You were unable to refuse. His smile grew and he released your wrist to fish a pen from his suit coat. He jotted down something on the back of the invitation then handed it back to you.

“I will be greatly disappointed if you don’t call me, I would hate to think I scared you off, Mx…?” He prompted, to which you shyly gave him your name. “Wonderful. Please call me at your leisure, it would be my pleasure to have you over properly. Get home safely my dear.”

Just as the first of many fancy cars rolled up to the curb before his home, you withdrew from the threshold with a smile. “I will, thank you doctor.”

“Please, just call me Hannibal.” By the time you returned back to your dingy apartment, your smile had yet to fade, the conversation replaying on a loop in your mind, your chest warm with affection. Now all you had left to do was to summon the courage to actually call.

——————

Hannibal quietly worked at his desk, typing up his final thoughts of the day, his eyes occasionally flicking to his cell phone which remained silent. It had been almost a week since the dinner party and you had yet to call. There was something about you that had caught his attention, he didn’t know whether it was your politeness, the shy way you held yourself, or your plump body, but something had piqued his interest. And he was actually disappointed that you hadn’t taken him up.

He supposed that he could use Will to find you but he would rather not resort to abusing the federal government’s resources, yet. As Hannibal began to pack his things, the dark screen of his phone lit up with a text.

‘Hi! I hope you haven’t forgotten me, and I do hope that your offer is still on the table, whatever you were cooking smelt amazing.’ It seems that Hannibal had to start putting together a menu befitting of your beauty and he couldn’t be more glad about his mistake.

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Brotherly Advice

A Lautski + Spankoffski Bros Fic inspired by Writing Prompt #2504 from @promptsforthestrugglingauthor

Summary: after months of watching Pete fail to actually make a move with Steph, Ted refuses to let history repeat itself and offers some brotherly advice

“Bye!” Pete said shyly, holding the door for Steph.

“Bye!” She smiled.

“Bye!” He repeated dreamily.

“You already said that.” She giggled.

“Oh! My bad.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly with a blush.

“See you later Spankoffski!” Steph shook her head with a smile.

“Yea- yeah,” he stuttered as she descended the apartment stairs. “Definitely.”

As he shut the door, Pete pressed his forehead to the door with a groan.

“That. Was painful.” Ted cringed. “You two have been ‘hanging out’ for three months now without making a move. Look, if you ever wanna get with her you have to be smoother than that.”

“I’m not like you Ted,” Pete snapped. “I don’t just want to ‘get with her’ asshole. I really like her. But there’s no way she’d ever actually reciprocate.”

“You’ve gotta play the field pal.” Ted said, slapping Pete on the back. “Go find another girl and take her home with you. Then little Lauter here will get all jealous and when you play hard to get, she’ll be on her knees practically begging for you.”

“No-NO! She’s not like that,” Pete interjected defensively. “Sure, she acts like she doesn’t care but she can be so incredibly passionate and she makes me feel like I’m worth something for once! I know you wouldn’t understand but I would be willing to suffer if it meant that she got to be happy!”

Ted was hit with a wave of recognition. He was amazed. He himself had only ever experienced a feeling that strong once, for one girl… Jenny.

“Holy shit.” Ted softened. “Pete, are you in love with this girl?”

“What? No!” Pete hissed.

“Yes, the fuck you are.” Ted pressed. “I can see it!”

“Then maybe you need to get glasses too, dickhead!”

“Listen to what you just said jackass! You love her!”

“No I don’t!” Pete cried, “I can’t!”

A memory flashed in Ted’s mind. He could see himself in college, laying on his dorm room bed saying the same thing about Jenny.

“I shouldn’t.” Pete continued.

“Maybe.” Ted offered. “Maybe it is the worst thing you could possibly do. But I’m sorry buddy, you do. You love her. And there’s no moving forward until you admit that to yourself.”

The brothers sat in a heavy silence. Ted could see the gears moving in Peter’s head, the calculations being made. A look of defeat slowly crept across his face. Mournful of the bliss of willful ignorance.

“I love her.” Pete breathed, miserably.

“You gotta tell her Pete.” Ted sighed.

“See you don’t understand Ted!” Pete thundered. “I can’t!”

“You have to.”

“No!” Pete insisted. “It feels safer to love her from a distance.” His face twisted as if he was trying to work up the ability to face his worst fear. “I can’t lose her if she doesn’t know.”

He looked exhausted. As if the mere thought of her not being in his life had drained him. Ted stared at him, as if looking in a mirror to his past self. Spankoffski’s had a knack for making history repeat itself, but Ted refused to let that happen this time. This time he had been given the chance to go back and save his brother from everything he had done wrong.

“I’ve made that mistake before.” Ted admitted. “Don’t do it.” This was the most sincere that Peter had ever heard his brother speak. “Anyone worth loving should know the truth.”

Pete nodded.

“I’ve gotta tell her.” he confessed, rising from the couch and grabbing his coat. “I’ll be back in a bit Ted.”

“Go get her!” Ted called as Pete rushed out the door of their apartment and into the hall, heart pounding against his chest. He barreled down the stairs, tearing through the halls, fueled by intent and need and yearning. He yanked open the door, ready to race to the Lauter house, only to find his mark already at the door, about to press the button to be buzzed in. He stared at her in amazement.

“Oh Pete! I was just about to call up, I accidentally took your calculator with me.” Steph’s face was pink from the outside cold. Peter stared, soaking up everything that was the girl before him.

“Pete?” she repeated.

“I have something I need to tell you.” He said breathlessly.

“Okay?” she prompted, intrigued.

“I- um…” He stuttered. “Uh… we’ve been hanging out for so long and well… after everything we’ve been through together, I just- I-”

“Take your time.” Steph encouraged, placing a supportive hand on his arm.

“I think I’m in love with you.” he blurted.

Shock plastered itself across Steph’s face. She blinked, trying to process.

“I’m sorry,” Pete rambled. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way and I don’t expect anything from you, I just thought it’d only be fair to let you know and I understand if you don’t ever want to hangout again or talk or-”

“Pete!” She cut him off. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize.” And with that she grabbed the collar of his button up and pulled him into a kiss.

As Ted glanced through the window he was filled with pride. Even though he knew it was too late to go back and get it right himself, the satisfaction of knowing maybe eventually he could, if he could only be more like his kid brother, gave him a new hope. He meandered his way over to the phone in the kitchen, dialed a number, and listened as someone picked up on the other end.

“Hey Char,” He murmured, “I need to tell you something.”

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Buy A Boyfriend Part 4

Parts 1, 2, and 3

Summary: A night in the life of you, a stem genius, and your perfect boyfriend, Vernon.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: dry humping, wap reader, fingering, oral f rec., unprotected sex, breeding kink, cockwarming

Reader Notes: stem major, has a vagina and breasts, gets carried by vernon

Vernon’s spinning in his chair, trying to figure out a way to kill time until you call, when he hears the knock. He’s not expecting anyone; his roommate is home for the weekend and their landlord doesn��t bother with them anymore. Maybe they just have the wrong place?

The knock comes again, more urgently this time but still gentle and somehow… cute?

Vernon drops his head back and braces his hands on the armrests of his desk chair, rising to tell whoever’s waiting outside that he has an important call coming.

He’s barely opened the door a crack when you rush through and immediately tackle him. He shuts the door with his foot and somehow stumbles backward to the couch, but you’ve knocked him off balance and he topples over the arm, hugging you to his chest. He’s trying to catch his breath when he feels yours shudder, and tears start dripping down onto his shirt.

Vernon is immediately alarmed. He knows you cry sometimes, especially because of academic stress, but he’s never actually seen it happen and it just might break his heart. Rubbing your back in what he hopes is a soothing motion, he starts gently rocking you, freaking out in his mind.

He goes through the list of what usually makes you cry, and tries to cross them off one by one, using what he knows about your schedule today.

stray animal? no, you were on campus all day.

bad exam? no, you don’t have any tests until next week.

someone got mad at you in traffic? no, you haven’t driven yet today.

Coming up empty, Vernon settles deeper into the couch, deciding to just hold you and let you cry.

Honestly, he’s drifting when you sit up.

You move so swiftly it startles him, and he stares up at you wide eyed while you wipe at the tear tracks on your face. He’s unsettled further when a grin pulls at your lips and you start wiggling your shoulders in the way that tells him you’re really happy about something. Vernon gazes up at you, wanting to give you time to gather yourself but also very confused and a little turned on because your shoulder wiggle had traveled down your body to your hips.

You seem to vibrate with joy before blurting out, “I got the research position!”

Your lips are bitten between your teeth as your eyes scream at him, fingertips pressing into his chest as if you’re trying to impress upon him the gravity of your news.

You don't need to impress anything upon him though, because he remembers every late night dropping food off at the lab for you, remembers proofreading your application and portfolio (as if he’d know if there was a mistake), remembers every selfie you’d sent, Petri dishes in the background, growing things he doesn’t like thinking about.

And he remembers how you’d agonized over whether or not you’d be chosen - you’d known how sought after a spot in the bioremediation lab was and you weren’t sure you’d make the cut.

(Vernon was, though. He knew you’d get the spot just like he knew he wanted to be your boyfriend. Absolutely and with complete surety)

He surges off the couch to hug you tighter, enveloping you in his arms and laughing as he pulls you closer. “That’s so incredible, babe, I knew you could do it! I’m so proud of you. I bet you can’t wait to get your hands on those cultures, huh?”

“I’ve been T-streaking in my dreams for weeks,”you cry, bouncing slightly in his lap.

He feels you pull back and pouts, but allows you a few inches of leeway. You just stare at him and smile, unconsciously doing your happy dance and creating an unfortunate situation for him. He tries to ignore it, returning your sparkling gaze and smiling softly at you. You smile back, cheeks pushed up to frame your eyes and hands pressing into his abdomen.

Vernon’s gonna need you to stop soon though.

You’d been so stressed over the decision that you hadn’t felt up for sex lately, and he’s wound up tight like a coil. He doesn’t mind, before you he was content enough with his hands, but he does miss you. And he misses being close to you. And hearing you and seeing you and smelling you. And tasting you. And-

Your smile turns mischievous, and your dance turns into a grind, your legs spreading wider so you can press down against him. Vernon’s getting hard already, has been on the way there since you launched yourself through the door at him, and one of his hands leaves your back to clutch at your hip.

You’re not stressed anymore, Vernon guesses, and decides to take some more weight off your shoulders. He sits up fully, swinging his legs over the arm of the couch so he can pull you deeper into his lap and down onto his dick.

With your knees spread around him like this, he can almost feel the heat of you through your yoga pants, and he has to remind himself it’s been a little while and he’ll need to take it slow with you.

You don’t agree, apparently, throwing off your shirt and pressing down hard against him, grinding yourself over his hardness.

He holds back a moan, feeling his dick twitch at the pressure and friction, and shifts forward, making sure both of your legs are fully wrapped around his waist before standing up and navigating toward his room.

You gasp, twining your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss, and he breathes a moan against your lips, tightening his hands on your ass and starting to move toward his bedroom.

Vernon has to stop a few times to brace you against the wall and kiss you stupid, his knees too weak to withstand the trembles that hit him everytime you sigh into his mouth. Fuck, he’s missed being with you like this.

Somehow, Vernon makes it to his door, fingers fumbling for the handle, his mind swimming with images and memories of you. He’s fully hard now, pressing insistently between your thighs and pulsing every time your fingers tighten in his hair.

Vernon trips on a stray shoe and tries to right himself, but your combined weight has him falling on top of you onto the bed. He lands hard between your thighs and you buck up against him, making him worry for a second that he’s hurt you when you break the kiss to whimper into his neck.

But you push back, tilt your hips up so he can grind right up on your clit, and Vernon shivers when he notices the wet patch on your leggings.

His fingers pet you softly over the fabric, pressing down where he approximates your clit to be, and he smiles, your resulting whine sounding like literal music.

Pulling away enough to wrestle your yoga pants and underwear down your legs, Vernon lets his eyes rove over you. It’s been weeks since he’s had you under him like this, and there are so many things he wants to do to you, he’s having trouble figuring out what to do first.

You aren’t having the same problem, “Vernon, fuck me.”

“Now?” he blanches, staring down at you with wide eyes.

“No, I was thinking tomorrow,” you mock him, “Yes, now!”

Vernon makes a face at you, mouth scrunched and brows pinching, “But baby, I haven’t even gone down on you yet,” he whines.

You heave a fond, beleaguered sigh, “Okay, fine, but just one!”

He grins, shuffling down your body to hoist your thighs up onto his shoulders, and dives in.

Fuck, you taste good, always taste so good, and Vernon knows he’ll never get enough. He licks into you messily, swiping his tongue from your entrance to your clit then laving it over your folds.

Normally he has at least an inkling of a plan, but it’s like he went feral at the first drop of you tonight, and he devours you with no rhyme or reason to his movements.

Vernon feels a bit guilty, knowing he’s more focused on eating you how he wants than making you cum, and slides a finger inside to give you something to clench down on. You’re a bit tight, but your pussy swallows his finger eagerly, and he sinks a second in too, pushing his tongue into your entrance so he can get a better taste.

You’re already soaking his jaw, his lips covered in you, but Vernon wants more, moves his hand to press a thigh up, hold you open so he can get to every millimeter of you.

Your clit pulses under his tongue, and he sucks it into his mouth, moaning around you when he feels you try to grind against him. You must like the vibrations, your pussy suddenly gripping his fingers tighter, so he pinches your clit with his lips and hums into you.

Your hips jump, your hand shuttling down your body to take a fistful of his hair, sending a lick of heat straight to his dick, making him dig his hips into the bed.

He almost wants to slow down, savor this, because you’d said one but he’s been thinking about this too much to stop now, and slowing down would just torture you both.

Vernon doesn’t want that, just wants to make you happy (and shove his face into your pussy), sucks deeper at your clit and slides in a third finger, curling on every inward thrust to rub against the patch of nerves inside you.

He’s got making you cum down to a science now and doubles all of his efforts, groaning into you and engaging his forearm muscles to grind hard at your g-spot, exclaiming happily when he feels you tighten up around his fingers.

You’re almost there, your back arching and your hips jerking in his hold, and you fully lock up when he moans, “Cum, baby,” into your pussy.

He can feel your wetness gushing out around his fingers and releases your thigh to press circles into your clit so his tongue can catch every drop that seeps out. His fingers spread inside you, opening you up for his cock, and your walls tremble around them, twitching in time with the throbbing of your clit under his tongue.

“You’re such a good listener, babe,” Vernon sighs, pulling his fingers from you slowly and cleaning them off in his mouth, licking a broad stripe up your slit to get one last taste before putting your thighs down and rising to hover above you.

He presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss, brushes his tongue over the seam of your mouth, waiting for you to let him in.

You do, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down into your body, and Vernon shudders when his dick presses up against his zipper.

Letting go of him to trail your hands down his body, you let your fingers catch on the waistband of his jeans and dip your thumb inside, rubbing over the head of his cock.

Vernon’s not sure he’ll survive this.

The thought sounds in his head with every move you make. He hears it when you yank his jeans and boxers down and tug his shirt off. When you press him back into the bed with a hand to his chest. When you grin and swing a leg over his hips to straddle him. When you press his dick to his stomach and grind your bare, wet pussy over him. When you rise onto your knees and let the head pop into your entrance, your nails digging into his abs and your pussy contracting around him.

Vernon knows he won’t survive this when you sink down, burying his cock in you to the base, whimpering at the sudden stretch. His hands fly to your hips, stabilizing you, and his fingers dig into your flesh when you look at him with hazy eyes and plush, bitten lips.

You’re so hot, and so wet, and so tight, and so perfect around him, and it takes everything Vernon has to not lift you up just a bit more and jackhammer into you from below. He knows he can hit your g-spot with this angle, knows he can pull you down hard enough to grind your clit on his pubic bone, knows he can make you cum like this.

But you’re running the show tonight, so Vernon just squeezes your hips tighter and tilts his head back, enjoying the ride.

And the view, fuck, the way your back arches, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your face painted with pleasure, your skin starting to glimmer with sweat.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Vernon pants, hips bucking into you more and more as you get wetter.

He moves a hand to your cheek to feel you blush, smiles at the fact that you’re currently riding him into the sunset but it’s a compliment that makes you shy.

God, he loves you.

He loves you so much, loves you even more when you lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs and arching your spine further, fucking yourself on his cock. Your thighs jiggle every time they smack against his, and Vernon slides his hands onto the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing and pressing his fingers into your skin.

He’s getting close, and so are you, and Vernon asks, “Want some help?” when he notices you slowing down a bit. Your legs were probably tired already after running from campus to his apartment, and he doesn’t want you to strain yourself.

You nod, a breathy yes, please escaping you, and Vernon shifts one hand to your hip to help hold you up. The other moves to glide between your folds, rubbing tiny, harsh circles onto your clit, letting you get used to that stimulation before he starts fucking you.

He slams his hips into yours, tilting his ass up on every upstroke so he can tap your g-spot, pounding into you until your thighs shake. You sag forward, leaning down to press your face in his neck, and he can feel your sighs and moans and whimpers against his skin, the little kisses you lay across his shoulder, the indent of your teeth on his collarbone.

“Fuck, babe, please cum,” he begs into the air, “please please please ple-“

You cry out against his skin, your pussy clamping down on him so tight he doesn’t even want to move, and your wetness seeps out around his cock, dripping down to coat his balls.

It’s more than enough to make him cum, and Vernon moans loudly through gritted teeth as his cock jumps inside of you, bursts of white shooting out to coat your walls, his cum mixing with yours and gathering at the base of his dick.

He keeps you pressed close to him, moving the hand between your thighs to wind around your back instead, wrapping you up in a hug as you both pant into his bedroom.

You shift on top of him, starting to rise, and Vernon panics, grabs your hips to gently pull you back down, asks in a small voice, “Can we just… stay like this? Just for a little while.”

Your hand reaches up to pet his hair, and he can feel you mumble, “Yeah, Vern, of course. Do you think we could spoon though? My thighs hurt.”

He startles at that, hoping they haven’t been aching this whole time, and releases you so you can lay on your side. Vernon cuddles up behind you immediately, sliding his softening cock back inside you, and you both sigh at the feeling.

“I’m so happy for you, baby. I can’t wait to see you come home in a lab coat, you’re gonna look so hot and smart,” Vernon whispers into your hair.

“Thank you, babe, I would’ve gone crazy waiting to find out if I didn’t have you,” he smiles, remembering the many frazzled days shared with you, but frowns when you say, “I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to come here from the lab though, my hours will be all over the place.”

Vernon’s heart sinks when he realizes that his home isn’t yours, wishing he’d had the courage to ask you to move in with him at the beginning of the semester, like he’d wanted.

Maybe he wasn’t ready then, but your lease is up in a month and a half, and so is his. And he might’ve found a new complex that’s pet friendly, affordable, has free wifi, and is within walking distance of your lab. And he also might’ve found a kitten that needs adopting, a little white and black baby with a pink toe bean on every foot but one.

(He also might’ve bought found a necklace engraved with his initials and yours, conveniently set with both birthstones, with a tiny dangling tag that reads the date you first texted him, but he’ll keep that one a surprise)

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daceydeath · 1 year

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Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 1)

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader Word Count: 4.3k Genre: college au, slow burn romance, Warnings: 🔞, 18+, minors DNI, swearing, alcohol use, sexual themes,

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

It had been a month since that stupid party where Seungmin had managed to get himself injured, albeit a minor injury, and you were still feeling a bit protective of him. He never told you what the fight was about aside that some guys were being a bunch of dicks about a girl he knew so he stepped in to get them to stop, you never asked any other questions because you could tell he didn't want to talk about it. He had stayed home with you over the weekends for the 3 weeks after that letting Jeongin go and have fun while you made the both of you dinner and either studied or watched a movie together. That changed however on the fourth week.

"Are you going with Jeongin? you asked from the kitchen as they played video games in the lounge, Friday evening had rolled around once again too fast for your liking but you had a shift tonight that you needed to get ready for so you snacked as you finished up a few things.

"Yeah, everyone will have forgotten by now" he grinned back toothily while keeping his eyes focused on his character.

"Boys" you chuckled going around the kitchen island to get to your room "you do remember I'm out tonight yeah?"

"Oooh have a hot date?" Jeongin squealed excitedly pausing the game to look at you hopefully.

"Yeah with a coffee machine you twat, it's Friday night I'm working" you laughed as you shut the door behind you to change, as you did you could here the game not restart like you assumed it would.

"She needs to get out, she needs to date" Jeongin whined softly "There is more to life than her just studying and working".

"I know but you know how hard her parents are on her she got yelled at for over an hour when she told them she moved in here, we can't tell her how to live" Seungmin hissed as you continued to listen at the door.

"I just want her happy, she deserves to be happy and accounting is not going to make her happy it is going to make her parents happy. She will graduate, get a job, sit at a desk and never have a chance at life again to keep people who just run her down all the time happy" Jeongin was arguing getting a little louder as he went.

"Keep it down fuck wit she will hear you" Seungmin scolded "I want her to be happy too but we can't tell her she's making a mistake it isn't our life its hers". After a moment or so more the game unpaused and you could hear the sound of the game filter through the closed door as you rushed to get dressed and go.

"I'll see you guys later" you called as you rushed to the front door and out into the hallway.

Work was busy as always Friday nights usually started quiet and ended up a bit chaotic as people came in for coffee to sober up again, you and a few of the girls called it the witching hour as a joke since pretty much anything could and would happen. Not that you cared Friday nights paid well and you were always happy to have a little extra to spare in the bank if you could manage it. During your break you made yourself an iced tea and sat at the far end of the counter so you were out of the customers way and played on your phone. You could feel eyes on you but you were determined to ignore it you were about to go back on and witching hour was almost beginning, clearing your things you walked back around the counter and put your apron back on pulling in place over your head you noticed him, that pretty Felix guy that helped Seung home that night. He was on the far side of the room watching you with a strange look on his face, the girl hanging off of him hadn't noticed that he wasn't paying any attention to her but his friends had. Taking a breath you got back behind the coffee machine and started on the orders occasionally flicking your eyes to him to see if he was still looking at you which he was every single time.

"Excuse me miss" a honey smooth voice murmured to you making you startle slightly as you turned to him, he was taller than Felix but equally as stunning to look at, like a sculpture come to life.

"Can I help you?" you smiled politely trying not to look dazed.

"I hope so" he almost purred looking you over "I'm Hyunjin" he introduced himself seamlessly.

"Pleasure Hyunjin, but you haven't told me how I can help" you replied tilting your head.

"I was wondering what time you are getting off tonight? I thought you might like to join us" His voice was almost hypnotizing and you were sure that with the combination of this and his looks he could speak to any woman in the cafe and get them to follow him home.

"Who is us?" you asked zeroing on his words not his voice making him chuckled softly.

"In truth it would be you, me and my friends Minho and Felix he gestured behind him where you looked to see Seung's friend glaring at Hyunjin and another handsome guy laughing at him while the girls hanging off of them looked pissed Hyunjin was speaking to you at all.

"I don't think some of your numerous girlfriends would be that happy about that" you smiled politely before turning back to your orders not noticing Hyunjin's slightly baffled expression or how hard Felix immediately started laughing.

Two and a half hours later you were finishing up and saying goodbye to your co-workers when you noticed that Hyunjin, Minho and their gaggle of fangirls were no longer sitting in the back corner of the room however, Felix was still sitting there looking at something on his phone. He hadn't noticed you staring but he seemed to be conflicted about something as he typed then waited then typed again. You knew you should leave it but he was sitting alone in an fairly empty coffee shop on a Friday night which considering his other options seemed odd to you.

"Can I get you anything" you asked casually standing in front of him making his eyes flick up at you prepared to roll his eyes but he stopped as soon as he realized it was you.

"Have you finished for the night?" He asked smiling faintly "you aren't in one of those stupid aprons anymore".

"Yeah I have, thank you for the uniform critique, but I can still get you something if you wanted me to" you smiled awkwardly pressing your lips together.

"I'm good thanks" he nodded as he phone seemed to continue to chime nonstop with notifications.

"Alright then sorry to bother you" you nodded adjusting your bag and starting to turn around.

"You haven't bothered me and it's Felix, I forgot to introduce myself that night at your place after we got Seungmin and Jeongin back" he blurted out seeming every bit as nervous as you which was impossible since he was infamously attractive and had made his way through more girls than you even knew.

"I thought you were hanging out with your friends, at least that's what um...your friend said" you felt your face heat up not being able to remember the name of the handsome guy from earlier.

"Hyunjin" he chuckled looking genuinely happy "Yeah they have gone to party Hyunjin was a little deflated after you shot him down"

"Shot him down?" You yelped your eyes widening at the implication.

"I'm just kidding they were only wanting to tease you anyway, word got around the Seung and Innie have been hiding a cute roommate so Hyunjin just wanted to make them squirm about which one was hooking up with you" he chuckled looking back to his phone to silence it.

"Right...well have a good night then Felix" you mumbled feeling stupid for thinking that they were actually being friendly or that Felix might have hung around for another reason since you had definitely heard him say you were cute that night before he left. You walked towards the door not hearing him call out to you until he grabbed your elbow a few feet outside the café making you jump your heart pounding in your chest.

"You aren't walking home alone are you?" he sighed "It's not safe for girls to walk home alone at night".

"I always walk home alone" you snapped annoyed that he had embarrassed you and now scared you.

"Let me walk you this time then" he replied sounding irritated.

"Why would you even bother, just to give me shit? No thanks I already know that's all I'm good for thanks" You ground out utterly pissed at how handsome he looked but how much of a dick he apparently was. "Besides you didn't care when I was getting chucked out into the night so you could get your dick sucked why start caring now?" You pulled your arm from his grasp and walked away as calmly as you could leaving him as far behind as you could.

When you got back to your apartment you found only Seungmin was home, well his shoes were home but he wasn't alone so you crept passed his door hoping to not disturb him as you made your way to the kitchen to grab some water and painkillers to dull the headache you now had. For a moment you thought Seungmin and Jeongin had been right maybe you did need to date but Felix and his friends showed you just how untrustworthy some guys could be so maybe it was better to just stick to what you knew. As you stood in the kitchen contemplating your non existent love life you heard very familiar voice in the hall, Seungmin was obviously finished entertaining his 'guest' and he was seeing her out with an excuse that the other roommates couldn't know she was there. Sighing you waited to see if Seungmin made his way into the kitchen or back into his room.

"When did you get back?" he asked as he rounded the corner seeing you standing there staring off into space.

"A few minutes ago, I didn't overhear if that's what you're worried about" you sighed not feeling like you could do the normal back and forth with him tonight.

"No, I was just wondering, are you alright?" he asked leaning his back against the counter so he could see your face.

"Long shift, annoying customers" you nodded trying to mask your annoyance.

"You seem sad that's all" he pressed a little making you more irritated.

"I'm fine Seung, I'm just tired" you smiled tightly "I'll see you in the morning" you left him standing there knowing he would ask more questions in the morning hopefully not in front of Jeongin.

Morning came and you had been correct more questions followed though annoyingly Seungmin seemed to have filled in, the not as hung over as you had hoped, Jeongin.

"Do you feel better this morning?" Jeongin welcomed you from the kitchen as you left your room.

"Yeah I do thanks. How was the party? you seem pretty chipper this morning" you smiled hoping you could just have Jeongin spill the tea for the next hour to keep your from having to explain anything.

"It was amazing, Hyunjin and Minho arrived late without Felix which is strange but apparently some girl turned Hyunjin down, like who turns down Hyunjin honestly, anyway that probably isn't true but who knows maybe it is and Minho was giving him shit about it since apparently Felix has a crush on her but that has to be shit Felix doesn't have crushes he fucks his way through campus" Jeongin began which instantly made you annoyed again why would he be so invested in the lives of fuck boys even if they are his friends "but that helped us all hook up though after they picked who they wanted the others just always gravitate towards us since we're their friends, Seung picked up some girl who was devastated that Felix wasn't there so good for him".Jeongin continued to babble and you tuned out continuing to nod like you cared until Seungmin interrupted.

"You have that look on your face again, the one from last night" he called you out easily.

"I'm fine I just had a weird conversation with some friends of yours and one was a jerk that's all" You sighed hoping you could play down everything.

"Which friends?" Seungmin asked seeming surprised.

"Not important Seung was back when I got in from work but you weren't Innie" you prodded "spill".

"Oh yeah so after Seungmin left with that chick Felix did show up and he was pissed, I don't know what happened before he got there, but Hyunjin and Minho were giving him shit then these other guys decided it would be fun to chime in and Felix lost it so he punched one of them and he and Minho ended up taking on like four guys, Felix will probably have a black eye but they are always in fights so it's not like that's never happened before" Jeongin continued loving that your were interested but again Seungmin interrupted.

"Which of our friends were rude to you?" he asked again with far more authority making you frown.

"Hyunjin and Felix, apparently I turned the mighty Hyunjin down even though he only wanted me to hang out with him to give you two shit about which one of you was fucking me and then Felix was a prick about it all, it was nothing really" you sighed.

"Hold on you're the one who turned down Hyunjin?" Jeongin's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I didn't turn him down he came over while I was working and introduced himself then he asked if I wanted to hang out with them after I finished work. I told him that the girls that were all over them didn't seem thrilled with that idea then went back to work" you explained, mainly to Jeongin who was looking like he was too shocked to speak.

"And Felix?" Seung asked softly looking like he knew more than you did which confused you.

"They left, Felix stayed when I finished I asked him if i could get him anything and he told me they only asked me to hang out to give you two shit and then scared the shit out of me on the street when he grabbed my arm, he offered to walk me home. I declined. End of my super exciting story" you tried not to sound fed up but honestly you were not only had they made you feel insignificant, Jeongin couldn't believe they would waste their time on you and Seungmin had slept with Nali, not that he knew that you knew.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to scare you but we have both told you not to walk home after your night shifts and get an cab instead" Seungmin chastised you slightly.

"Did Nali take a cab home after you fucked her then Seungmin?" you snapped looking his dead in the eyes making him flush pink his mouth falling open "Yeah that's what I thought, I think maybe the no dating and no men thing is something I'll stick to for now but thank you for both spending your time worrying that I'm wasting my life" you seethed as you turned walked back to your room to get ready to go out. You had no idea where you would go you just needed to be away from them, it was irrational for you to be angry with them it wasn't their fault that Felix had made you feel like a fool but the fact that they defended him over listening to what you had to say had pushed you too far.

When you reemerged from your room both of the guys looked guilty since they must have realized that they had been overheard their conversations about you at some point but you didn't speak you just scooped up your bag and walked out needing time to calm down before you spoke to them again and apologized for being short with them. Just wandering you found yourself in the public gardens beside the university, you hardly ever took time to wander between your classes, studying, working you didn't actually have time to do much else. The gardens were beautiful in the quiet of the morning, still a little too early for the party goers to have emerged, it was still and quiet which made you feel calmer. Slowly making your way around the pathways you came across no one so you decided to just sit and think. Seungmin and Jeongin were right in a sense, you did live your life to meet your parents expectations and you did do everything you could for them to be proud of you but you were missing out. Maybe you weren't missing much in the way of dating morons or one night stands, which weren't your thing, but just the mere fact you had never even taken the time to actually wander the gardens that were so close to where you spent so much time did prove that you were missing out on really living your life. Sighing you knew you were going to have to apologize to them but only if they were willing to not dismiss you so easily.

"I didn't think gardens were your thing? they don't have anything to do with studying" his deep voice drawled from somewhere to the right of you, shaking you from your thoughts.

"You don't actually know anything about me Felix" you frowned looking towards him to take in his appearance. He wasn't in his trademark leather jacket and black jeans, just blue jeans and a grey hoodie, looking suspiciously young and innocent with the exception of the purplish looking bruise blooming on his cheek.

"I know, but maybe I want to" he shrugged walking over to you and sitting at the opposite end of the bench from you.

"Why bother I'm not going to be another conquest for you so I doubt I'm very interesting to you" you sighed trying not to sound annoyed at him and failing since his face fell slightly.

"Do you think I can't have friends? I don't have sex with every girl I know" he smirked as you looked over his face finding yourself drawn to try to count the freckles on the bridge of his nose.

"From your body count I doubt that very much and that wasn't there when I last saw you" you gestured to his face.

"No I got this later" he murmured looking sad for a moment before schooling his face.

"Want to talk about it?" you offered softly not knowing why you would even ask him, he kept giving you mixed signals and you couldn't decipher them.

"It was just a fight nothing important?" he shrugged fiddling with the cuff of his hoodie a bit. "I'm sorry I scared you last night after you got off work, I called after you but you obviously didn't hear me, I shouldn't have just grabbed you" he smiled at you this time.

"No you shouldn't have, grabbing a woman in the street at night is a dick move, but thanks I guess" you relented.

"Seung said you're doing accounting, do you like it?" he continued still smiling.

"Not really but it's what I'm supposed to do" you admitted reluctantly "I was interested in other careers but accounting is more stable I guess" you explained "What department are you in?".

"Arts" he smiled examining you closely "I'm doing English Lit, is it your parents wanting you to do accounting?".

"Umm... yeah" you nodded slowly now watching him as closely as he was scrutinizing you.

"It's hard to make your parents proud" he breathed sadness flashing across his eyes.

"Yeah it's almost impossible" you agreed clearing your throat awkwardly "I have to head back Felix bye" you half smiled standing up quickly you didn't like how unbalanced he was making you feel.

"You too Choi" he smiled leaning further back on the bench and closing his eyes. Your eyes lingered on him for a few more seconds before you left feeling less annoyed in general but still frustrated by everything.

The walk back to your shared apartment felt longer than it had on the way out this morning which you figured was probably the difference between annoyance and guilt. You could hopefully smooth everything over with Seung and Innie, after all it wasn't their fault you hadn't really explained the situation or how you had felt, you had tried to minimize it which of course would leave to misunderstandings. Plus you liked the boys they were easy to live with so you hoped they wouldn't ask you to leave. Keying in your code you slipped off your shoes and padded towards the kitchen where you assumed they would be to be once again caught in a situation where you were snooping.

"Chan, we didn't mean to make her upset" you could hear a voice whine over the phone.

"Not the point Hyunjin, Seung and Innie have potentially lost a housemate because you guys thought she was an easy source of amusement" Chan groaned and you just stayed still thinking about how to fake that you weren't overhearing another private conversation.

"She seems real nice too" another voice that you didn't recognize said.

"She's better than nice" Seungmin replied dryly "She's kind, sweet and always helpful, not to mention easy on the eye which helps".

"She is cute, is that why you decided to play her? she's the only cute girl one of the three of you hasn't fucked?" Innie almost spat sounding more annoyed that you had heard him before.

"It's not like that" Hyunjin instantly answered "It wasn't about teasing her it was about pissing off you guys and Felix, you should have seen the way he was looking at her she has him whipped and she doesn't even know".

"I highly doubt that" Chan sighed skeptically "Felix doesn't want a girlfriend he wants to stick his dick in every girl he can".

"She's too good for him anyway" Seungmin grumbled "too smart and too steady for the guy who can't date someone for longer than a fortnight".

"Damn Seung savage" one said but you weren't sure who as you crept quietly back down the hallway hearing them laughing, jamming your feet roughly back into your shoes to make nothing suspicious you loudly open and shut the door taking your shoes off again.

"Seung? Innie? you home?" you called down the hall knocking on each of their doors as you passed them.

"In the lounge" Innie called as you made your way into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab some water.

"Alright look I'm really...Hi" you pretended to be surprised that there were other people in the apartment.

"This is Han" Innie smiled at you like he was actually thrilled you were home "I can't remember if you have met before and of course you know the others".

"Hi all" you waved from where you were standing "Han and I have met, I think I have met all your friends but one now" you poked your tongue into your cheek.

"Who haven't you met?" Seung tilted his head looking at you.

"I think his name is Minho, he's apparently glued to your mates Hyunjin and Felix" you smiled "I mean he waved but you have never introduced me to him, although same could have been said for Hyunjin".

"Yeah we did try to keep you away from them" Innie admitted as you walked around the kitchen island to move closer to the group lounging around on the sofas.

"I noticed" you chuckled "It's fine Innie I get it".

"No it's not because we think you need to stay away from them it's just that we know they aren't your type of person so.." Innie tried to explain quickly.

"Innie, it's fine I don't need to know all your friends I'm not your mother" you laughed rolling your eyes at him before retreating to your room.

"She seems fine guys I don't get why you were so panicked" Changbin chuckled as you shut your door.

"I get Felix's interest now she is pretty cute" Han whisper shouted making you roll your eyes as you heard Seung and Innie protest loudly and they all began bickering.

"Look we both get that she's cute but back off she's like super innocent the last thing she needs is any of you fuckers messing her around" Seung whispered back.

"When you say innocent?" Changbin asked softly.

"She hasn't hooked up with a single guy since she started collage, I'm pretty sure she's a virgin" Innie blurted like he was spilling some kind of tea which made you put your face in your hands embarrassed that they were discussing your sex life.

"How would you even guess that kind of information Innie, bloody hell if she overheard you know she would be mortified" Chan scolded.

"Trust me she is" you yelled through the door hoping that it made them cringe at the whole idea because you were mortified that it had been so obvious to Jeongin that you had pretty much no experience in that department, outside of a few sloppy make out sessions and the moment you lost your virginity which you hadn't enjoyed so you had never bothered to go back for seconds.

"Her bedroom walls are thin" Changbin laughed awkwardly as you flopped down on your bed hoping to not have to face any of them ever again.

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Rejected Juvia x caring male s/o

It’s no secret among the members of Fairy Tail that Juvia has a massive crush on Gray.

Unfortunately for the blue haired girl, he doesn’t return her affections, much to her ignorance.

“Hey Juvia, what’s with the flowers?”

Her good friend s/o asks, pointing at the bouquet of different colored flowers she’s holding.

“I bought these for Gray-sama! I hope he likes them!”

“Yeah…I hope he does too.”

Not picking up on the sadness in her friend’s voice, Juvia bids him farewell and walks off happily as s/o sighs.

“Poor Juvia. It’s pretty obvious that Gray has no interest in her. I can’t imagine why though. Anyone would be lucky to have someone as amazing as Juvia be interested in them.”

S/o has feelings for Juvia, but knows they are unrequited due to her obsession over Gray.

“He honestly doesn’t deserve her love. Gray always treats Juvia like some kind of nuisance, not that she ever seems to mind or notice. I just hope she picks up on how he feels about her sooner rather than later.”

Meanwhile, Juvia spots Gray and rushes over to him with a big smile on her face.

“Gray-sama!”

She tries to hug him, only for him to back away and sigh.

“What is it now Juvia?”

He asks her with his face scrunched in annoyance.

“Juvia brought you these flowers! Do you like them?”

When he doesn’t respond, she looks at him in concern.

“Is something wrong Gray-sama?”

“Would you stop calling me that!”

He shouts at her and throws the flowers she gave him onto the floor.

“G-Gray-sama?”

A look of shock and hurt appears on her face.

“How many times do I have to get this through to you Juvia? I don’t like you! I’ve tried my best to be nice up until now, but this is really starting to get on my nerves!”

“W-what are you saying?”

Tears begin forming in Juvia’s eyes as Gray gets even more irritated.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?! I. Don’t. Love. You. Seriously Juvia, you are the most annoying woman I’ve ever met! Now please just go away and leave me alone!”

With that, Juvia runs away from him with tears pouring down her face, her heart completely shattered into a billion tiny pieces.

After not seeing her since earlier in the day, s/o goes looking for Juvia, whom he finds at his place crying her eyes out.

“Juvia?! What’s wrong?!”

Between her sobs, Juvia manages to tell s/o what happened with Gray.

Needless to say, s/o was absolutely pissed.

He wanted nothing more than to beat Gray to a pulp, but calmed down because right now, Juvia needs comforting.

“Listen to me. Gray doesn’t deserve you Juvia. You are not annoying. Any guy would be the luckiest man to ever live if he had you. You’re beautiful, loving, and overall an incredible woman Juvia. If Gray doesn’t see that, then he’s an idiot.”

After saying this, s/o pulls Juvia into a tight hug and gently rubs her back in a comforting motion.

Feeling incredibly touched by his words, Juvia gets a warm feeling in her heart that not even Gray could give her.

“Love…”

A single word Juvia says quietly to herself, but s/o manages to catch somewhat.

“Huh? Did you say something Juvia?”

She pulls away from s/o and looks at him with a pint dusting on her cheeks.

“Juvia made a mistake. All this time I’ve been trying to win Gray-sa…no…Gray’s…affections, when the guy who Juvia should be with has been you all along. I love you s/o-sama, that’s what my heart is telling me now.

S/o couldn’t believe what he’s hearing.

The girl who he’s been in love with for so long just said she loves him.

“Juvia, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. I’ve loved you for a long time, but since you’ve always been infatuated with Gray, I thought I had no chance to be with you. I love you too Juvia, and I promise that if you want to be with me, I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ll ever have.”

Juvia squeals in delight and pulls s/o into a hug, accidentally pushing his head into her breasts.

“Juvia is so happy! We’ll be together forever!”

“F-forever might not be very long if you keep suffocating me Juvia.”

“Oops! Sorry s/o-sama, please forgive Juvia!”

She lets him go as he gasps for air.

“It’s all good….do you mind if I step out for a moment?”

“Where are you going s/o-sama?”

“Just have something I need to do real quick. When I come back, you and I can spend all evening together, and the night too if you want.”

“Juvia is looking forward to it. Don’t be gone too long s/o-sama!”

“Heh. I won’t. This should only take a second.”

S/o leaves and goes looking for Gray, who he finds talking with Lucy!”

“Gray!”

He shouts, getting his attention.

“S/o? What’s up ma-“

Lucy gasps in shock as s/o punches Gray right in the stomach, bringing him to his knees.

“Why would you do that s/o?!”

Lucy exclaims as Gray clenches his stomach.

“That was for the awful things you said to Juvia. Her and I are dating now. I hope you realize that you’ve lost out on the best girl you’ll ever know.

S/o walks away without another word and goes back to his place, where Juvia is eagerly waiting for him.

“You’re back! Did you do what you needed to s/o-sama?”

“Yep. Now I’m all yours. I love you Juvia.”

“I love you too s/o-sama, and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.”

“It’s alright. That doesn’t matter anymore. You and I are together now Juvia, and that’s what counts.”

The two share a passionate kiss, Juvia happy to be with someone who truly loves her, and all the feelings she previously held for Gray being replaced by an even stronger love for her darling s/o-sama.

#fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #fairy tail juvia #juvia lockser #juvia lockser x reader #fairy tail juvia x reader #gray fullbuster #male reader #friends to lovers #juvia x male reader #juvia lockser x male reader #fairy tail juvia x male reader

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emeraldkniight · 21 days

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Hiya! May I request a Hal Jordan with a shy fem or gn reader that he wants to bring out of their shell? Can be fluff or smut, I like both :3 Thank you so much! I’m glad you love Hal as much as I do!

BLUSHING !

hal jordan x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . fluff. A cliché because I like them. Hal bothers the reader because she blushes very often. Age gap? (9/10 years). Unrealistic and fanciful references to the operation of what is probably a military aircraft, try to ignore them to make the fantasy more enjoyable. Kisses.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . I enjoyed writing this request. I was getting a bit tired of the constant smut stuff, so I wrote this as a refreshing break from that. I hope you enjoy it. <3

Throughout their lives, many people have had a friend who used to be completely shy and introverted. That person you had to speak for because they couldn't say more than two words without getting nervous. Unfortunately, you were that person, and Dick Grayson was the best friend of the Titans who rushed to your rescue when you were forced to socialize.

On a mission alongside the Justice League, you couldn't help but feel intimidated. They were all the greatest heroes in the world, the epitome of heroism that you aspired to become. In comparison, you were a rookie with little experience. Even Dick, who was almost the same age as you, often had much more experience. In this regard, you couldn't help but feel an intense sense of nervousness that wouldn't let you keep your composure.

You stayed behind Dick and Kory throughout the entire meeting, trying to blend in. You feared that at any moment you might be forced to step forward and say something, so you just stayed behind the couple until you had to return to the tower.

— Any questions about the plan? — Dick concluded, crossing his arms.

— Just one. — Said an unfamiliar voice. — Is the new recruit hiding behind you coming to say hello?

Quickly, your cheeks flushed intensely. This was what you feared: being forced to introduce yourself when all you wanted was to stay in your space behind everyone, unnoticed.

With your head down, your cheeks flushed, and your nerves on edge, you leaned forward to answer as best you could.

— H-hello.

Once the guys moved away, you could briefly see that it had been Green Lantern who had dared to ask if he could say hello. Barely had you responded to him when a bold smile spread across his face, making you feel much more flushed than before.

— Well... — Dick congratulated you quietly as he positioned himself again as a barrier, covering you. —Does anyone have any doubts about the plan?

You kept thinking about Green Lantern in the coming days, occasionally while hugging the pillow. You thought he was attractive, but his flirtatious demeanor could be intimidating, even more so than Batman's, and that's considering you had only exchanged a word with him.

When you thought about it properly, you felt overwhelmed by the questionable age difference. He could easily be up to 10 years older than you, but that couldn't stop you from being attracted to him. However, if just saying hello made you so nervous, how were you supposed to flirt with an older man? You were pathetic.

When you returned to the Watchtower to complete a mission, he stood next to you and looked you up and down. You were incredibly surprised by the height difference between the two of you.

When you noticed his presence watching you, your cheeks flushed a deep red. He just chuckled with a hint of tenderness, which made you feel even more embarrassed.

— You blush easily, don't you? — He asked you kindly. — How cute.

You couldn't answer, the words got stuck in your throat. You tried to make your cheeks stop burning, but they only grew redder. You wanted to run and hide, but you didn't have the courage, so you just stood there.

— You don't have to be ashamed, honey. I don't bite. Not all the time, of course — He joked.

A strand of hair fell across your face, obstructing your view, but you didn't notice until Hal's hand brushed it aside, tucking it behind your ear. You dared to glance at him for a second; he was too handsome to assume he was flirting instead of just being friendly.

— I…

— What did you say, honey? I can't hear you when you mumble. — He smiled at you.

Finally, you started to listen to Dick giving his speech about the mission for the Titans and the league, but you could only think about Hal. It was the only thing you could think about during the two-hour meeting.

He was incredibly outgoing compared to you. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so attractive: his confidence, his charm, and how outgoing he was. You hadn't talked to him much, just twice, but you were drawn to his energy, and you just wanted to know what it would be like to be with someone like that, but not anyone, just him.

Your mind wandered into practically unreal romantic fantasies. Perhaps it was obvious that, due to past experiences, you had little confidence in love and that's why you hoped that he would be unique among others. However, you would hit yourself on the head with your own fist when you remembered that he probably wasn't even interested in you.

Idiot, idiot, idiot. You felt like an idiot.

Furthermore, it was most likely that once that mission was over, Hal Jordan wouldn't hear from you again until the Titans were needed again. So maybe, it was perhaps naive to think or hope to run into him somewhere outside of work. What started as shyness turned into a huge ball of limitations trying to convince you that feeling attraction was a very bad idea. However, you kept blushing three times as much as usual every time you saw him, every single time!

Your conversations between you began to flow more naturally. Hal, being the flatterer and flirt that he is, did everything he could to bring you out of your shell. In particular, he had developed an obsession with making you blush, mentioning everything from simple things like how beautiful you were when you blushed to more vulgar things, but still eliciting that feeling of attraction in you.

One day, you were fortunate enough to be completely alone in some area of the base. Since everything was located in space, you were lucky to see the stars from a better position. They looked so close that you thought you could pick them up with your fingers.

— Have you ever traveled by plane? — he asked, standing in the doorway, admiring how fascinated you were watching the stellar spectacle.

— Several times. These are some of the advantages Dick has as Batman's son.

He smiled, approaching you and extending his hand for you to take.

— Come with me.

You followed him blindly, taking his hand. It wasn't long before both of you were on land, more precisely in a city called 'Coast City', right in front of 'Ferris Aircraft', where Hal stopped and removed the ring from his finger to tuck it inside his pocket. Everything was starting to get more confusing with each step.

— Hal... — You murmured with a blush. — What does that mean? I told you, I've flown in an airplane before.

— But you’ve never flown with me.

That's his line. The most memorable phrase that anyone who has spent time with him has heard him say. It made you feel special, even though deep down you knew you weren't. But flying with him excited you so much that it didn't matter that you weren't the first to go with him.

After bribing the security guard at the entrance with the excuse, "Do it for the beautiful lady," you were both in the air. You marveled at the view of the night sky from the co-pilot's window, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins from the speed, which made you even more excited. Perhaps it was this that made you smile from ear to ear, as you had never done before. Your fingers danced to the rhythm of your companion's excitement.

— How is it possible that everything seems more exciting from up here? — You asked him, completely amused by the experience.

— How is it possible that I had to take you on a tour of the sky to make you lose your shyness?

In a hurried impulse, you grabbed Hal by the chin to turn his face towards you until you could see his eyes, and without much thought, you pressed your lips against his. It was a swift motion, but you kissed him intensely until it was necessary to let go so he could focus back on the road.

— Maybe the adrenaline is giving me the confidence to do whatever it takes — you said, but a few seconds later you blushed. — I'm not sure how long that will last.

Quickly, he moved his fingers to a bold red button in the center of the control panel labeled "Autopilot”. Then he settled into his seat, and you leaned back against the armrest. He was very close to you, watching you with those bright brown eyes you loved so much.

— Then we should make the most of every minute, right?

Your cheeks flushed as usual, which made him smile. He leaned down to your neck and kissed it with great devotion, making you tingle. Your hands ran down his back, caressing his aviator jacket, the one you once dreamed of wearing when he had the desire to lend it to you, infused with his scent.

Minutes later, he kissed your lips. He caressed them with his own, exploring you entirely, leaving no corner untested. His lips felt moist and soft, just as you had imagined they would. His minty breath slid down your throat as Hal rejoiced that your lips tasted like cherry lip gloss, delicious and addictive.

It was not only the first time you kissing inside a plane in the middle of the sky, leaning back in the co-pilot's seat, but it was also the first time you found yourself in this situation. For a moment, as his fingers pressed against your thigh, you wondered if you were doing the right thing or if you should tell him to stop and land. But honestly, everything seemed easier from up there: with Hal Jordan at your feet and a starry sky around you, it was easy to feel like you were in control.

— Have I told you how cute you are when you're not afraid of anything?

It was the first time you had gone this far with someone, but you didn't want to stop. Your blush and embarrassment wouldn't be able to defeat you this time.

#dc comics #dc universe #hal jordan x fem!reader #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan #fluff #green lantern #green lanter corps

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lexxierave · 8 months

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When Fate Intervenes- tasm!Peter Parker x Reader Part 8

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

As quickly as the moment began it ended with the ringing of Peter's phone.

He silently cursed the thing because he'd rather have you checking on him to see if he was ok then answer it, even though he was supposed to be checking up on you.

"Parker! What are you doing just sitting around?! Well stay there you're fired!" His boss J. Jonah Jameson berated his ears as soon as he picked up.

Yep. Great talking to you too. J.J.. Peter thought before he saw the look on your face.

"What?" Peter asked, confused but the sad look on your face.

"Did you just get fired because you came to check up on me instead of chasing after Spider-Man?" You questioned him.

"Oh. Don't worry about it. He fires me at least 5 times a day." Peter joked trying to lighten the mood. "Trust me something will happen and he'll come back offering my job back or acting like he never fired me."

"Parker, that's very toxic. Do you at least make him give you raises for all the grief he's put you through?" You pointedly asked him

"Umm…yeah trying to get J. Jonah Jameson to give out a raise is harder than proving if there's multiple universes." Peter explained before his phone rang again.

"Yes, sir. '' Peter answered and knew he was going to go heh walked all over because he was too nice of a guy.

So you snatched the phone out of his hand.

"Hey!" Peter protested but you ignored him as you took a quick step away from him.

"J.J., y/n here. Listen if you want the best picture of Spider-Man that you've been getting you better give Parker a raise." You warned the man on the other end.

"Y/n? Never heard of you. Alright kid, you have yourself a deal. I'll raise his rate $1 a photo. But just this once." He agreed and hung up.

You smiled and handed Peter back his phone.

"Well Parker, I don't know what your rate was but you're now a $1 a photo richer." You proudly told him.

And you could feel that warmth inside you again as he gave you a lopsided smile.

"You're incredible." He beamed at you.

"Now you just have to hold up your end of the agreement." You warned him.

"What end? What agreement?" He quickly asked, confused.

"You have to prove there's a multiverse." You teased him. "But until then you'd better go before you get fired again."

Peter almost forgot about the request for more Spider-Man pictures. He'd much rather stay in your small apartment underneath his own. Surrounded by your warmth and teasing manner. Something that was growing on Peter and he could just imagine the conversations the two of you could have if you knew about his Spider-Man alter ego.

No. Peter promised never again. And he meant that. He had to stop thinking like that. Thinking like that is how…

It doesn't matter now. He wasn't going to make that same mistake again. And that's all this was. A mistake.

"Yeah I'd better go." Peter agreed, turning to leave, "glad you're doing ok."

If there were candles lit you would swear this would be the part where they all suddenly blow out.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned so cold and you had no idea why. Maybe you went too far? Was it with talking to his boss? Or maybe he didn't like all the teasing? You could see both of those things being problems but Peter really needed to stick up for himself. Didn't he know his work was worth more than what they were probably paying him? And you knew he was probably joking with the five times a day figure for being fired but something told you the number was close to that. And that thought just didn't sit well with you. Peter deserved more in your eyes and that was just in the short time you got to know him but he was too nice a guy, if that was even a thing.

At that thought you said your final goodbyes with Peter before shutting the door behind him. Once you had him out of your sights you rushed back over to your laptop. Peter's visit may have actually been of help to you after all.

Peter sighed against y/n's door. Relief hit him when he heard her typing away. He felt the atmosphere get colder the moment he turned away from her too but he had to do it. He was pulling them too close to him. And close to him was where it was dangerous. And he wanted you safe.

After last night he realized part of that but it didn't fully hit him until she didn't turn up for class the next morning. He spent the whole session thinking about why they weren't and each thought was worse than the last.

He made it a point to volunteer to give them their homework and check-in on her.

He needed to make sure her mental and physical health was ok.

As Peter took the stairs up to his apartment he cursed himself for letting those bruises happen.

He should have gotten to y/n quicker.

He vowed to next time if there was a next time

In the meantime, he vowed to keep her at a safe distance so it wouldn't happen again.

"Ha! Finished!" You triumphantly cheered as you finally finished your paper on Peter.

You did a quick read through of it to make sure everything looked good before emailing it to your professor.

"Well, now that that's done I've got the rest of the day to do whatever." You said to yourself.

Taking a look at the clock you realized it was time to eat again.

Has Peter really been here that long? Or did it just take you that long to write that paper?

Time with him seemed to go slower the more you spent with him. And what was with that warm feel you started to get? Were you actually getting sick? Did that robber give you some kind of virus or something?

That's all you needed, a cold.

You decided you'd better treat yourself to a night out on the town and that you'd grab cold medicine while you were out.

Part 9

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stormyjisung · 10 months

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When it rains, it pours. K.SY

He was sunshine, i was midnight rain.

Pairing. Soonyoung (svt) x f!reader

Genre. Angst

Wc. ~ 1.5k

Synopsis. Soonyoung was scared of changes, he held onto the past like his life depended on it, replaying fond memories in hopes that it'll dim the fear of the future within him. He was terrified of changes, you weren't. Isn't that a perfect recipe for heartache?

Extra. it's been raining since morning, and although I love the rain I was in the mood to write something angsty. Warning, not proof read, so excuse the mistakes.

"You're leaving?"

His voice came out louder than soonyoung had expected it to, bouncing off the now moderately empty room

"Hi soon" came a tired reply from the girl standing with her back facing him, hands preoccupied with stuffing her clothes in the cream colored suitcase.

"You're leaving." He repeated his words, this time the confusion had left his tone.

"Yeah" she sighed. Soonyoung felt like his head would explode at the lack of information, he felt betrayed, hurt even. They were best friends. They were supposed to stick by each other till the very end. They were lovers, their love was supposed to decorate this one horse town with pretty shades of pink and lilac.

The dynasty soonyoung had imagined they'd build together slowly began to wobble as if it was built on paper.

"Yeah? Yeah?! Really? That's all i get?"

It was ludicrous. Incredibly ridiculous how she thought she could simply pack up and leave.

"I don't have anything else to say, soon"

He hated it. He hated how that nickname always made him weak, "of fucking course you don't. You never do!" It was as if a mist made up of pure anger and sadness was slowly clouding his mind causing him to lash out.

"I'm sorry" she replied placing her folded top into the suitcase,

Before she could say anything else soonyoung gripped her forearm, turning her around and staring deep into her eyes, "You're sorry? You say you're sorry but you don't sound sorry!" His grip fell slack the longer he stared into his favorite pair of eyes, helplessness was what he felt in that moment,

"What am I supposed to do soonyoung? I got accepted into my dream college, and the new session starts on monday" she turned around to finish folding her clothes leaving him flabbergasted.

"Then what am I supposed to do?! What meaning does this town hold if you're not here?!"

"Then move out with me," she held his hands abruptly and for a split second he thought everything would be okay with her warm hands holding his cold ones, he desperately wanted to believe everything would be okay, but he knew only fools would believe a lie as blatant as the one he had been repeating to himself, but then again maybe he was the fool.

"Move out with me, we'll find a place to stay in Seoul, you would find amazing dance academies there soon, so much better than the ones here." It was as if all the warmth had disappeared, and an ice cold bucket of water was being poured on him.

He ripped his hands out of hers, holding them close to his chest as if someone had physically hurt him, "I ... can't. I can't do that"

"Cmon soon!! what does this town have that Seoul doesn't?" He could hear it in her voice, the kind of tone she used only when she was desperate. A weird ache settled within sooyoung, knowing that she's hurting as much as he is but the only difference is that she wanted out, and he didn't.

She was always the go getter, chasing dreams left and right, running and running till she could no more, home held no meaning to her maybe because she never truly had one. But he recalled one late autumn afternoon when she had kissed him on the cheeks, softly whispering, "You're my only home" into his ears.

His blood rushed to his cheeks, and it was that same day he decided she was the one who built his paradise.

Ah, sweet ignorant bliss.

If only he could rewind time back to when they were young, dumb and careless.

"Why are you so desperate to leave! You grew up here for fucks sake, how can you just pack up and.... leave!" He yelled allowing the dam to finally break.

"Because I know I'd never achieve the things I want to if I stay here!" Her voice matched his own, "Yes, I grew up here and yes everything was fun while it lasted but we're growing up soonyoung" her voice now slightly above a whisper, tear filled eyes looking at him, "I can't stay here and I most certainly cannot spend my whole life living here, I could but I don't want to. I wouldn't be happy. This town means a lot to me, you mean a lot to me but..."

"But?" He repeated, hurt beyond explanation

She walked upto him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek, "i wouldn't be happy here"

He felt his own tears wet his cheeks, her gentle touch softly brushing them away, "Why?" He choked, "do I not make you happy?"

"Soon" she breathed, softly kissing his forehead. He let himself revel in the feeling, closing his eyes as if trying to engrain how her lips felt in the back of his mind. "You make me the happiest"

He could feel the contradictory words coming,

"But this place doesn't make me happy."

He should've known. Her heart and soul was too vagabond to be tied, and he didn't blame her, she was always meant for something big, even as a child she took the risks he was too afraid to even think of. He played it safe and she played with fire, he'd seen her get burned endless times but somehow she comes back with a stronger lust to be free.

From what? Soonyoung would never know.

Opposites attract they say, and soonyoung couldn't agree more.

"So you're going" He opened his eyes to see tears streaming down her face, but there was sparkle in her eyes as she nodded. He felt guilty, wanting her to stay here with him when she's obviously meant to be out there making a name for herself.

Soonyoung couldn't keep many promises and he didn't bother making them either, but he made one last winter, to keep her happy and he knew if he asked her to stay, all it would take would be some cajoling and she'd stay but he knew a piece of her would die

And who was he to keep her when she has already left? Her happiness had always meant more to soonyoung than his own

"I'm sorry"

He kissed her. Allowed himself just another moment of self indulgence. He felt that she owed her atleast this goodbye kiss. It was unlike any kiss they've shared, it wasn't light like the one they shared when leaving the school premises,

Or passionate like the one they shared in the bathroom of a party, or sensual like the one they shared last week.

It was sad. It was like a rose wilting slowly, loosing all it's beautiful vibrant color, petals withering were the only proof of it's once alluring existence. He'd remember her, he'd remember her even when he'd forget everything else. She was loved by everything he had within him,

He'd remember the way she smiled, the way she'd bite her lower lips whenever she got nervous, or how her hands shook when angry, or how soft her lips were.

He stepped away, the gentle twitch of her hand wanting to reach out to him didn't go unnoticed. She smiled while whipping her eyes, "soon, you were one of the best things that has happened to me"

"You were the only best thing that happened to me" He replied with an equally sad smile. He was halfway out her old bedroom when he stopped,

"You never knew when to stay" He concluded more to himself than to her, eyes meeting her puffy ones, she giggled mirthlessly, "and you never knew when to leave"

Perhaps there was a more deeper meaning to her words, but before he could figure it out, he walked out of that door, that house and onto the streets. It was pouring, and he found it fitting;

when it rains, it pours.

A/n. I'm self projecting at this point lol. The amount of people I've disappointed by telling them I wanted more is insane, but hey, it's my life, I'm the one who has to live it, might as well make it beautiful while I'm at it :)

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#svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt x you #seventeen angst #svt hoshi #kwon soonyoung #hoshi x reader #hoshi x you #seventeen imagines #sebong fics 🌱

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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My Heart Has Gone To You | 07

pairing: lee jihoon x f!reader (side son hyunwoo x f!reader) ch notes: angst, jihoon has multiple realizations, kinda fluff? mentions soft ynhoon moments, reader is a bad bitch, suggestive content, use of bunny as nickname (like once), smut [male masturbation, explicit pictures and videos, mentions of fingering] w.c.: 5.0k a/n : i hope yall arent too mad at the reader in this its kinda of a bold direction to go but yea anyways

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It’s been almost a week since the “Jihoon Incident” and you’re still fully miserable. You can barely pick yourself up to go to class and work. You don’t speak to anyone anymore besides Sana who forces you to speak to her.

There’s been no word from Jihoon, even though Soonyoung keeps texting you (you just ignore him).

You’re still not even sure what fully happened in that conversation. All you remember is Jihoon saying he doesn’t need you and then storming off. All you wanted to do was see him, for him to want to see you back. You’re completely lost without him, even though he’s been out of your life for almost a month now with how little contact you guys were having before the fight.

It doesn’t help that Jihoon is all over even when he’s not here. His clothes are in your room, his smell is buried into your pillowcases, his photos are on your wall. You don’t even get rid of them because you can’t find the energy or the heart to make the effort.

You barely sleep anymore. Everytime you close your eyes all you can see is Jihoon telling you to shut up. Sana keeps calling you a walking zombie but you can’t even care about her retorts anymore.

The only people who know are Soonyoung, Sana, Nayeon, and Minghao. They’ve all been periodically checking up on you but you only shoot down their attempts. Your heart has been broken and anything they say or do won’t change that.

You know that you should study for your finals, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Most of your final was covered with the Fine Arts Showcase and most of your classes this semester surround photography and graphic design so you don’t bother to study.

It’s obvious that Sana is incredibly worried about you but you can’t even do anything about it. You honestly just want to curl up in a ball and die.

Unbeknownst to you, or anyone else, Jihoon has been repenting alone in his studio. He’s not even working on his music anymore, he just spends the day in his studio beating himself and wallowing in his self pity. The second he slammed his studio door shut he knew he made a mistake. He wanted to rush out of the room and make it better but he already knew he couldn’t do anything that would take back his actions.

He doesn’t even know why he said all of that to you. You were completely right. He was the one who was cutting everyone off in favor of hiding in his studio. You were genuinely just concerned for him and all he did was push you away even more.

Jihoon had been stressed. Showcase time was never nice to him as he was always swarmed with his own and other’s work. Due to the success of last year’s performance, he seemed to have even more projects than normal this year, which led him to being cooped up most hours of the day. He was aware he wasn’t giving attention to any of his friends, let alone you. Being away from you for so long made him irritable and he missed you just as much as you missed him but he knew he couldn’t go see you with the Showcase so soon.

Being alone for prolonged periods of time wasn’t great for Jihoon. It left his mind to wander which then led to him thinking about things he didn’t want to. Things like his feelings for you.

He’s always sworn that he doesn’t have romantic feelings for you but a conversation with Seungcheol made him rethink that.

“Hyung!” Seungcheol turns around to face the younger boy. “Never give Y/N’s number to some random stranger like that again, got it?”

“Namjoon? He said that she wanted to go on a date with him.”

“She was drunk. You should have asked her before giving it out freely. That was stupid.”

“Jihoon I know you’re all protective over her and everything, but why do you care so much? She can take care of herself, and she can date whoever she wants. Unless you don’t want her dating someone.”

“Why wouldn’t I want that?” Jihoon scoffs.

“Maybe because you’re fucking in love with Y/N.”

After that conversation the idea couldn’t get out of his mind. Him…in love with you? Lee Jihoon in love with L/N Y/N? Could that be possible?

Despite all of his songs about love and heartbreak, Jihoon has never been in a relationship before. He’s not exactly what being in love feels like.

Whenever you’re with him he feels empowered, like it doesn’t matter whatever happens because you’ll be there with him, holding his hand, and it will all work out. Is that love?

Is love when he feels safe whenever you’re around? That he’s supported and taken care of, that there is someone in his corner.

You’ve always there for him. Besides maybe Soonyoung and Seungcheol, nobody else bothered to check in on him when he closed himself off. But without a doubt you would be there dragging him out of the apartment to go get lunch together or take him to go check out the new bookstore that opened up downtown. Just seeing your smiling face could make all of his stress melt away.

When you press soft kisses to his face and he feels a comfortable warmth spread throughout his whole body, is that love?

He thinks about you all the time, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. You inspire his work and push him to be a better person. There’s nobody else in his life who means the world to him the way you do.

Is he in love because out of everyone in the entire world, even out of supermodels and celebrities, he would choose you? And that he wants you to choose him back, no matter what. Through the good days and the bad days, through all of his highs and lows, he wants you to choose him and nobody else.

Jihoon can’t imagine you being with anyone else other than him. He doesn’t want other men to flirt with you and he wants all of the special moments to be between you and him, nobody else. He doesn’t even want to think about anyone else kissing you or playing with your hair or anything he does with you. He wants to be the only one who does that to you.

If he is in love with you, where has it been hiding? Why hasn’t he figured it out before now? Was the love hiding in intertwined hands and whispered jokes? Was it in the late night adventures and early morning cuddles? Jihoon wonders if your love was hidden in movie nights and grocery shopping.

Jihoon can’t kid himself anymore, he’s thoroughly infatuated with you. He wants to spend the rest of his life by your side, and he wants to cherish you everyday, and tell you he loves you with all of his being whenever he can.

The realization sends him into an even deeper spiral. Jihoon loves you, and now he’s gone and fucked up the best thing is in his life.

You won’t ever forgive him, and he doesn’t want you to. He can’t even begin to think about how badly he’s hurt you. Not just from his words but his actions as well. He’s been ignoring you, brushing you off, hell he even stood you up. You deserved better than Jihoon.

You deserve better, but the selfish part of him still wants you to love him. He wants to be the one you pick, but that’s not fair of him to ask you. He told you he didn’t love you even after you laid out your whole heart for him. He left you crying on his living room floor and he did nothing to make it better.

He had no excuse for his actions. It didn’t matter how stressed he was, he let his own insecurities get a hold of him and he took it out on you. He got into a big fight with Bumzu which left Jihoon feeling unconfident in his songwriting abilities. He threw himself into his work even more to make up for it.

Then one day Soonyoung came home from a photoshoot with you and he raved about how you seemed to be thriving. You were busy but were still able to keep up with everything and he was envious. Envious that you could so effortlessly handle the stress of your life. You could get your work done and still have time to see your friends. You were also still texting him, checking up on him periodically all while he ignored you.

If Jihoon is being honest, he’s always admired your work ethic. You’ve always been known for your phenomenal photography, even back in high school. When college hit you got your apprenticeship at your agency within the first semester of college. Jihoon’s music career didn’t truly pick up until this year and he felt like he needed to work even harder just to get up to your level. People have always sought your photography skills and you were always working on multiple projects and were able to flawlessly juggle them. You worked and did the newspapers and plays and were still able to help people with their photography needs and take care of your friends. On top of all of it you were still able to make time for Jihoon as well. Jihoon was never that good at juggling multiple things; his attention is very all or nothing.

It wasn't fair to you for him to take up your time when you had so much going on so he started to avoid you. After he realized how much it affected you, it was too late, he was ashamed of his actions and he was so guilty that he didn’t want to see you because it would be too much for him. He would then have to face his actions. So he avoided you even more.

Then he missed the day you guys were supposed to meet and he felt like an even bigger asshole. Bumzu had called him to the office to apologize and introduce him to the new project he wanted Jihoon’s help with, and he was too hyper focused on that to even remember you. He’s not sure what was wrong with him, he’s never forgotten about you.

Then he got even busier with the Fine Arts Showcase and he got into a fight with Soonyoung. The older boy was pressing him to get out of his studio, that he was being childish for ignoring all his friends, and Jihoon snapped at him. He said a lot of fucked up shit about Soonyoung’s dancing career in comparison to his music career. Soonyoung hasn’t talked to him since.

Then he still had to worry about you so he thought that if he sang Ruby you would be able to finally talk to one another and get things worked out. Everything would be okay. He knew he was guilty of not coming to your exhibit with the others but he knew that he could make it back up to you, but he would never have a chance to network like that again. Bumzu had just told him about the new K-Pop group he would be producing for and he knew he couldn't mess that up. If he was being honest he was also trying to steer clear of Soonyoung because that guilt was also eating him up.

On Saturday he was so nervous for his performance. He wanted his heart to reach yours and for you to be touched by his lyrics, for you to come find him after the show and make it all better. But after the show a bunch of girls crowded him and all he could think about was a conversation he had with Bumzu.

“Are you dating anyone right now?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you dating anyone right now?”

“If you’re trying to set me up with someone, I’m not looking for anyone to date.”

Bumzu snorts at this. “Okay but dude, there’s no way you’re not seeing someone, Ruby is way too intense not to be about someone.”

“It’s…complicated.” Jihoon frowns. He’s not dating you but the song is about you.

“Well if anyone asks, no it’s not. You’re an attractive, young, talented guy. If girls think you’re single your fame will be through the charts, trust me.”

“Whatever you say hyung.”

That led to him telling those girls that the song wasn’t about anyone. He didn’t even know you heard him until he heard Soonyoung shouting your name as your figure disappeared into the crowd. He didn’t even realize you were standing there. It was still a stupid decision on his part. He never should have listened to Bumzu, and he never should have let those girls flirt with him. It felt wrong the whole time and as soon as the words left his mouth he knew it wasn't right. He wanted to run after you but Minghao was glaring at him and he felt like he didn’t have the right to go after you anymore.

On Sunday Jihoon went to the photography exhibit. He was hoping to catch you there but he should have known better. Your art was the first thing he saw though, hung up in the center of the room for everyone to adore. He looked over each photo, warmth filling his heart at the sight of his friends doing what they love.

He frowned at the fact he wasn’t there though. Why wasn’t he there? He racked his brain trying to think of why he wasn’t there and then he realized it was because he never had time for you. You had brought up the project to him on multiple occasions but he was always too busy for you. It seems he’s been too busy for you a lot lately.

Then his insecurities started to eat at him again. It seemed that you were still able to function without him. He could even say you were thriving. Your photos are beautiful, you had amazing friendships, what right did he have to be in your life and mess that up? You don’t need him.

Then he ran into you and he couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t handle hurting you even more so he pushed you away, only to come to regret it. He wants you around, he needs you, he doesn’t think you’re annoying, and he never wants you to shut up.

He didn’t mean anything he said, he didn’t even know what he was saying, he just needed to let out all of his emotions and he did it in the wrong way to the wrong person. He betrayed all the trust you put into him and he threw it back in your face.

The week following has been the worst week of Jihoon’s life. He barely goes to class and he only leaves his studio in the dead of night. He doesn’t want to see Soonyoung, to see the way Soonyoung looks at him in disgust.

Jihoon’s eyes flit down to the framed picture on his studio desk. It's the one that Mingyu took during Halloween. Your bodies leaning into each other in your couple’s costume, giant smiles spread across your lips. It pains him to keep the photo, but it would pain him more to get rid of it.

He knows he has to make this better with you. He also knows there’s a big chance you won’t forgive him, but he at least needs to apologize to you, to try and make it better. He owes it to you to get proper closure if you really do want him to leave you be. He just needs to figure out a way to do it.

“Are you okay?” The voice startles you and you look up to see Hyunwoo.

It’s been a little over two weeks since you and Jihoon had your “break up”. Finals were over and winter break was upon you guys but nobody in your friend group was going back home. You had too many obligations at your jobs to go back home, but you didn’t mind.

Even though you are coming into work everyday, you know your performance isn’t the best. You didn’t think anyone would notice but here Hyunwoo is, standing in front of you, noticing.

“Uhm it’s complicated,” you chuckle darkly. “I’m sorry if I’m dragging the team down.”

“No, no! Not at all! I didn’t mean to imply anything like that, I was just…worried about you. You seem down lately. If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to but I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to cheer you up.”

“Ah, you’re so sweet Hyunwoo, but I think this is something I just have to wait until it passes.”

“I see.” Hyunwoo is quiet for a moment before starting up again. “I know this might not be the best timing but I think I’ll kick myself if I don’t do it. Y/N, will you go on a date with me?”

You look up at the tall man with wide eyes. That is…not something you were expecting. You think about the day when Jihoon asked you if you would go on a date with Hyunwoo if he asked and you shook the idea off. Now here you are, being propositioned by him.

“Hyunwoo…I’m kind of going through a break up of sorts? I don’t know, it’s complicated. I just don’t want to use you as a rebound.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Is that who that small guy was at the grocery store? Wait, don’t answer that, I don’t want to pry. But if you’ll have me, I’d still like to take you out. You deserve a nice night without thinking about him.”

You weigh your options. Soonyoung, Minghao, Nayeon, and Sana have been trying to get you to go out and feel nice for once and you keep shutting them down. Maybe this is your chance to at least try and if it goes horribly wrong you know then you know not to do it again.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll go on a date with you.”

You guys agree to go out tomorrow night (Friday) and Hyunwoo leaves with a giant smile on his face.

When you tell Sana about this she’s more excited than you are. She even helps you get ready for the date.

“Sana I am not wearing lingerie on this date. It’s not like that.” You snatch the pair of black strappy lace panties out of Sana’s hands.

“So? Don’t do it for him, do it for you. To feel good.” Sana picks up the matching bra and hands it over to you as well. “What’s the worst thing that can happen? He sees it? Oh no you’re going to get laid Y/N, the horrors.”

You glare at her but make a decision to wear it. Not because you think you’re going to get laid, just because you want to feel nice about yourself.

You pair your undergarments with a dusty pink satin dress and white heels. Sana finishes up the final touches of your makeup when you get a phone call. It’s Hyunwoo.

“Hello?”

“Hi! I’m here and I was going to send you a text but I wanted to be a little more romantic than that. I’d go up to your apartment door but I can’t exactly get inside the building.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a minute.” You hang up the phone and tell Sana that Hyunwoo is here. She gives you your hand purse and one final look over before she’s sending you out the door.

When you get to the front of your building you can see Hyunwoo standing outside with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. You blush deeply and hurry up to greet him. His mouth drops open when he sees you but he quickly recuperates.

“These are for you, and they’re nearly as beautiful as you are. Wow Y/N, I’m not kidding you are stunning.” Hyunwoo takes your hand as you do a little twirl for him.

“Thank you, and you look very handsome as well.” He’s in a black button up shirt with matching black pants and a black blazer. The top button of his shirt is unbuttoned and the only bit of color in his whole outfit is the silver of his belt buckle.

Hyunwoo leads you to his car and you two take off. You guys converse as you drive and you find that making conversation with Hyunwoo is easy, even outside of work. You talk about how busy you’ve been and everything going on in your life and he listens intently.

You two pull up to a restaurant and park before Hyunwoo is at your door opening it for you. You take his hand and he leads you all the way into the restaurant. The building itself is nice and you don’t think you’ve ever been in a restaurant so nice before.

When you two sit down Hyunwoo is sure to pull out your chair for you before seating himself. When you pick up the menu the prices stun you for a second and you hear Hyunwoo laugh across the table.

“Darling, don’t worry about the prices.” He then leans across the table towards you. “You didn’t hear this from me but trust me, the agency pays me a hefty sum of money for modeling for them.”

You giggle at this, all of the worries and stress ebbing away.

The rest of the night goes without a hitch. Hyunwoo is genuinely sweet and funny and good at holding a conversation. You find yourself not thinking about Jihoon and rather laughing along at Hyunwoo’s stories he tells you.

Afterward as you’re walking back to Hyunwoo’s car he speaks up.

“I’m going to be honest here, I’m not sure I want this night to end yet, so would you like to come back to my place for drinks?”

You find yourself agreeing and soon you’re in Hyunwoo’s penthouse living room, a few drinks in but not even tipsy yet. Hyunwoo had put a random movie on but it’s been forgotten as you sit in Hyunwoo’s lap, making out. You can’t even blame this one on the alcohol. Hyunwoo had asked if he could kiss you and you agreed, it was as simple as that.

Hyunwoo pulls back from you, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “Y/N. I know that you’re still getting over your other guy and that there’s a chance that this will turn into nothing, but I want you so badly. I don’t care if you still love that other guy, who by the way is nowhere near good enough for you, but please just let me help you forget about him. Just for tonight.”

His hands sit on your thigh and your brain is already a little fuzzy from just making you. You blink at Hyunwoo for a moment before nodding back. “Please, help me forget.”

With that Hyunwoo is scooping you up into his arms and carrying you off to his bedroom.

Trying to make a plan to get you back is proving to be harder than Jihoon has expected. It doesn’t help that none of the people closest to you seem to be talking to him and everyone else is unaware of the situation.

Everytime Minghao is over to visit Jun he can’t do anything but glare at the other boy and make off-handed comments about him. It’s gotten to the point where if Jihoon knows Minghao is going to be over he’ll leave the apartment.

So Jihoon can’t ask anyone for help and he’s not too sure anyone would be his side anyways. He knows you better than anyone else though, so he should be able to do this.

It doesn’t help that everytime he thinks about you though, he wants to just hit himself in the head and hide away forever. He misses you even more than he did before everything blew up. He never realized how much it meant to him to be able to hold you at night and now his sleep schedule is messed up even more than usual.

He knows the real way to fix this is talking to you in person, but he can’t do that while your friends are hiding you away from him and he’s too much of a coward to just text you. So his next best idea is to do what he’s best at: writing music.

Jihoon is clicking through his files when he sees an unlabeled file and frowns. He prides himself on being very organized, especially with everything on his computer. He moves his cursor over to the file and clicks it open.

His eyes go wide and his face blushes red when the photos of you pop up onto his screen. One night while you guys were still on good terms, he was locked away in his studio working on a song. He had a bit of free time while all of the audio clips transferred over and he was bored so of course he pulled up his stash of sexy photos and videos of you. He wanted to see them on a larger scale so he uploaded all of them to his laptop and put them in an unlabeled folder for him to use when he was feeling particularly needy for you but was stuck in his studio.

The photo on the screen is one of his favorites. You’re face down on the bed with your ass in the air. Your lacy red panties are pulled to the side and a pretty silver butt plug with a red gem sits in your ass. Below it your pussy is dripping. Jihoon’s cock is in frame, his tip lined up to your wet entrance.

Jihoon remembers how hard he fucked you that day. He fucked you into the mattress while he shoved a dildo in and out of your cute little ass. You were so full and you came at least three times just from his cock and the toy alone.

He clicks to the next picture. It’s a solo mirror picture you sent to him one day while he was in class. You’re sitting in your room with your legs spread under you. Your tits are out in the open and a pair of pink panties sit over your core. He was in his music history class when you sent that photo. You had also sent him a video to go along with the photo where you pulled your panties to the side and bounced on a thick dildo while whining for Jihoon and wishing it was his actual cock pistoning into you. He couldn't pay attention for the rest of the lecture and afterwards he stormed all the way to your apartment to make you choke on his dick. Before Jihoon even realizes he’s doing it, his hand reaches down to palm at his cock in his sweats.

The next file to come up is a video. The camera shakes as the phone is awkwardly placed down and propped against something. Then Jihoon comes into view as he walks over to where you’re laying on the bed. You’re already naked but Jihoon is fully dressed. He slides into place behind you and picks you up so your legs straddle his thighs.

“Sit up baby, let the camera see you.” Jihoon hears his own voice flow through his headphones. In the video he’s pulling you up so your tits are in frame, as well as your soaked pussy. “Mmm, look at your pretty little cunt, already so wet for me. Want me to finger you bunny?”

You only nod but it’s enough for Jihoon. His hand is sliding down your body and to your clit. He rubs circles the bud and you’re already shaking. You let out small begs for Jihoon to finger you. After a few more jerks of his fingers he complies and sinks a finger into your cunt.

Your whimpers make Jihoon’s dick stir and he’s pulling down his sweats and boxers to get his dick out of his pants. He spreads the precum around his dick a bit before pumping his cock into his hand. He watches the video intently as video Jihoon curves his finger into you. Soon he’s adding another finger and thrusting into you quicker. His thrusts get deeper the quicker he plunges into you, his fingers grazing your cervix.

Jihoon fists his cock to the pace he’s fingering fucking you at and he wishes he has the real thing. That it’s your pussy clamping around his dick and not his hand, that the real you is in his lap instead of just a video of you in his lap. You’re freely moaning out now and Jihoon can feel his balls tightening. On camera you let out a sob as you fall forward, Jihoon catches you and continues to fuck into you as you ride out your orgasm.

Real life Jihoon cums as he watches you squirm around. His cum squirts all over his hand and torso and he releases his dick to lean back, his breathing heavy. The video stops and he finally gets a hold of the situation.

What is he doing? Jerking off to pictures and videos of a girl whose heart he broke. He’s disgusting and shameful and he misses you more than anything. He wants to be able to hold you again, and not just in a sexual way, but in a romantic way as well.

Jihoon knows he should clean up and forget that this ever happened but instead he finds himself clicking to the next video and grabbing at his cock again. And if he jerks off for the rest of the night thinking about you, well nobody else has to know.

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