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heartbreakgrill · 9 months

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stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; pt. 1, “fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that i caught it.”

description: situationship x stiles stilinksi?? fuck yeah. this part is really long and honestly is just setting the story up, so just expect tension, pining, and silliness. part two soon! enjoy xo

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“someone needs to sex me right now!”

danny slams his locker shut, fed up with stiles’ griping and groaning about his lack of sexual experiences. he knows he should just mind his business, but part of him felt bad for stiles. he wasn't an ugly guy. loud, annoying, and dramatic? yes. but, nonethless, danny knew what it was like to feel unwanted, ugly. stiles deserved to experience that validation. besides, maybe getting laid would chill him out a bit.

“okay,” danny leanes against his locker, annoyance and exasperation in his tone.

stiles turns towards him around, curious, “really?”

danny examines stiles’ eager response, and realizes the younger boy thinks they’ve just made a sex pact. danny cringes, “ew, absolutely not. you are not my type.”

stiles falters, eyes falling from danny's. “aw. okay.”

danny furrows his brows. stiles was...so very unique. he almost drops the subject. but, then, as stiles goes to turn back towards scott, danny sighs, garnering his attention again. “i do have a friend.”

stiles perks up again, the light glinting up his brown, mischievous eyes. “oh? a friend? a girl space friend? not some little twink, right? you mean, like, a female woman?”

danny nods with a slight roll of his eyes. “yes, dumbass, a girl space friend. my friend got her heart broke over the summer, so she’s not looking for anything serious. she just wants to hang. and, i think she’d be into you.”

stiles grabs scott by the shoulders and shakes his friend around like they have just won the state championship. scott is thrown off balance, and grabs at the lockers beside him for support. danny pats stiles’ shoulders as he passes by.

“i’ll send your her number," is his closing statement. it seals the deal for stiles.

he breaks out into a dance, shaking his fists in the air, wiggling his little hips. “i’m gonna get laid,” he sings out with his eyes squeezed shut from the width of his grin. “i’m gonna have seeeeeeex!”

scott, balanced on his feet now, shifts his backpack between shoulders. “stiles?” he calls out, intruding his friend’s celebration.

stiles cannot hear him. so, scott grabs stiles by the shoulders, facing him with seriousness in his tone. “stiles!”

scott has always been supportive of any opportunity for stiles to lose his v-card. although, this time, it seems his friend is only obsessing over the idea of not being murdered, rather than actually losing his virginity. anyways, scott had always thought it would happen with someone stiles cared about, like lydia, or another girl he would develop a relationship with. not some one night stand. not something this casual. he wants to express his concern, knowing his friend is vulnerable and easily tainted.

stiles is shocked by scott's loud voice, taken out of his trance involuntarily. “what?!”

the bell rings. scott, a newfound academia, begins to pull stiles along with him through the hallway, so they’re not late to chemistry. he wraps his arm around stiles’ shoulder, “do you seriously think that you-“ he pokes his chest, “stiles stilinksi, can just chill with a girl?”

stiles winces at scott’s finger and rubs his chest after it retracts. “first of all- ouch!” he groans, “second of all, yes! i think i can just chill.”

he puffs his chest, straightens his jacket dramatically. all mannerisms he exhibits within this second after his proclamation guarantee that he, stiles stilinksi, can not, in fact, just chill.

stiles brushes past scott, leading the way into chemistry class. scott watches from the door as his friend slides into his seat, dumping his backpack on the floor, flicking his head at lydia across the room. she purses her lips and looks away. stiles slouches in his seat. scott didn’t need a werewolves intuition to see so plainly that stiles would get his heart broken.

Danny: hey stiles. here's y/n's number. don't hurt her or i stg ill beat ur ass. enjoy ;)

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"danny, why the fuck are you selling me off like some pimp?"

danny flinches at the sound of her voice, looking up from his phone with a wary expression. he didn't exactly get his friend's permission to give away her phone number. but, at this point, he didn't really care. he loved her, but the poor girl needed dick more than a camel in the desert needed water. she kept claiming she'd have a hot girl summer- which turned into get augusted by some stupid college boy. and, the fall was already starting. he knew she wouldn't make it through senior year without human touch. she was starting to shrivel away into nothingness.

danny, leaned up against his locker, rolled his eyes as y/n came to a halt in front of him. "girl, be for real."

she crossed her arms, "you be for real, bitch! i did not ask for some junior boy to be stinking up my line with his horny ass!" y/n waved her phone in front of his face.

danny grabbed the device from her and read aloud the text stiles had sent her. "hey, there! this is stiles stilinski. you probably don't know me, but we have a mutual friend, danny. gay danny, not republican, sophomore danny. anyways, gay danny told me you were dtf? we should totally hook up sometime! let me know, and we can chill or something!"

"oh, my god," y/n smashed her face into her hands, redder than the stripes on danny's t-shirt. "who the fuck texts like that? that is so- oh, my god. i'm gonna block him."

danny quickly shut down the idea, "no, no, no! i know this message makes him seem like a literal incel. but stiles is cute! he's kinda sweet. i mean, ive known him since he was on the jv team four years ago. he's kinda awkward and a little weird, but i think you'd like him."

she looked at her friend with a cringed expression. "i trust and love you so much. but this...this text message is a giant red flag."

"okay, valid," danny pointed, handing her back her phone. "man, i was really hoping this would work out. listen...why don't you at least meet him? come to the lacrosse game tonight. i'll introduce you guys afterwards. maybe i'll organize a little post-game outing to the diner or something."

y/n shrugs throughout danny's idea. but, she eventually relaxes her shoulders, and becomes a little more willing. "i mean...i guess. but, do not leave me alone with him! please! i do not want to end up on dateline."

"girl, please, he couldn't harm a fly. he's got arms the size of spaghetti noodles."

y/n giggled at danny's description. "i keep trying to picture him in my mind, but i just can't. do you have a pic?"

"he was in our english class last year, but he had a buzz cut then-"

"red flag."

"shut up," danny shoved her arm. "here," he whips out his phone and finds stiles' instagram. there's a bunch of pictures of his jeep, and y/n doesn't hesitate to point out how this, too, is a red flag. to which danny replies, "the color of anything doesn't matter when y'all are fucking."

danny finally swipes enough on stiles' recent post to find one of him and scott, at an amusement park or something a few weeks ago. they have their arms around each other's shoulders and are both throwing up peace signs. y/n sees scott first and recognizes him, "he's the co-captain, right? he glew up, for real."

danny nods in agreement, "yeah, but this one's stiles."

he zooms in with his thumb and pointer finger. stiles grin and his sweet brown eyes catches y/n's gaze. she smiles at the sight, "aw, okay. yeah, he's adorable. i'll meet him."

y/n and danny are unaware, but scott and stiles are at the end of the hallway, whooping and hollering at the plans they haven't even been made directly aware of. scott is still feeling wary for his friend, but stiles can't think of anything at all when he lays his eyes on her.

sure, the thoughts he's having are impure, like how she'd look naked, under him, with her lips plump and ripe from his teeth. but, he's also thinking about how beautiful she is.

nothing about this situation was going to end up casual. in fact, it would probably end in flames.

—

y/n attended lacrosse games every once and a while, in support of her cousin, issac, and danny. she normally had to work, but she managed to get her coworker to switch shifts with her. she wasn’t a sports kinda gal, but it was fun to be an active teenager every once a while. danny let her borrow his away jersey, and she wore that over a long sleeves shirt. it was three sizes too big, but it helped her stay warm, considering it was freezing outside.

y/n went with three other’s in their loose friend group: megan and leo, the longterm straight couple, and jack. they found seats towards the back, and huddled in with the rest of the crowd. y/n caught danny’s gaze from the bench. he was adjusting his gloves, and y/n waved crazily when she saw him.

danny waved back, wide grin on his face. he glanced around the bench, in search of something or someone. then, he perked up at the sight of another player. he glanced back at y/n, and pointed at the boy.

“stiles,” danny mouthed.

y/n stood up, and followed danny’s line of sight. sure enough, stiles was standing in front of the bench, a few people down from danny. he was talking quickly, throwing his hands about like a madman. she recognized scott sitting to the left of him, half-listening to his friend. then, scott seemed to feel her gaze on the two of them. he grabbed at stiles arms, telling him something. stiles quickly looked towards danny, who glanced back at y/n.

stiles followed danny’s turn of head, and met her eyes. her hand, still raised from saying hello to danny, waved towards stiles. he blushed, a deep red color, and smiled this dopey, puppy dog grin. he moved about himself, unsure of what to do. somehow, he stepped on his helmet, and fell to the ground.

scott looked back at y/n, squeezed his eyes shut in utter disappointment at his friend, and hung his head low. he leaned down, grabbed stiles by the collar, and landed the boy back on his feet. y/n met danny’s eyes, pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t burst out giggling. danny covered his mouth, and his shoulders shook with laughter.

stiles quickly sat himself down, avoiding y/n’s gaze. he was embarrassed, and sure she was making a cringed face at him. but, he didn’t know that she was grinning as she sat. her eyes were glinting.

the game started shortly after, and it ended almost as quickly as it had begun. it was close, and the wolves almost lost. but, luckily, the boys managed to even out the score, and dug the other team a shallow grave.

y/n found herself cheering for her school’s team throughout the game. she quickly learned stiles number, and watched him, along with danny, dart around the field. he was pretty good, though he was tiny. he was taller than average, and that gave him some advantage against other players. plus, being skinny made him fast. he had made a few scores, and y/n whooped and hollered in response.

meanwhile, stiles found himself looking towards her seat throughout the game. she had a really infectious smile, and, damn, she was loud. at times, he could hear her voice over everybody else.

after the game, the crowd dispersed, and the team lingered on the field to not only hear coaches closing speech, but to celebrate with friends and family members. y/n, jack, leo, and megan climbed down the bleachers and crowded towards danny. his family hadn’t made it that evening.

y/n found herself nervous to formally meet stiles. she had replied to his text message earlier, informing him of danny’s idea for them to meet. she didn’t address the half of his message that was weird and kind of cryptic. she didn’t really want to think of that big ick.

anyways, seeing him in real life, in his cute little lacrosse uniform, polished his reputation up just a bit. danny was right, it didn’t really matter what his personality was like if they were just gonna fuck. but, y/n still wanted him to be a decent person. they’d have to hang out just a little bit. and she’d rather not have to sit through his apparent need to rant frequently if those rambles were about stupid, gross things.

danny saw his friends and his face lit up. he jogged the small distance to y/n, who pumped her fists in the air with excitement. danny embraced her tightly, lifting her off her feet.

“good job, dan!” she cheered in his ear, squeezing him around his shoulders. up in the air, y/n spotted stiles a little ways behind them. he was chatting with scott, an older woman, and the sheriff. he caught her gaze and stumbled over his words. he raised his hand in a short wave. y/n simply smiled in response before squeezing her eyes shut and leaning her chin into danny’s neck. he set her back on her feet. then, he celebrated with their other friends, too.

megan and leo left right after greeting danny because she had to work in the morning. but, jack hung around with them. he and y/n didn’t speak much. they just hung out with the same group of people. and, hanging out usually just meant getting high in danny’s basement or going on group dates to the movies.

“dude, that was a sick game!”

y/n tried to pretend like she knew what jack and danny were talking about, or that she was even remotely interested in the topic of conversation. she tried to strain her gaze over danny’s shoulder without seeming obvious. stiles was cute. like, super cute.

the conversation continued for a few seconds before someone interrupted it.

scott wrapped his arm around danny’s shoulder, squeezing the older boy into his side. scott was weirdly strong. then, stiles appeared at danny’s other shoulder. his cheeks were flush red, from both the game, and the pretty girl standing in front of him, who he was supposed to have sex with. he tried to seem nonchalant, cool. but he was sweating, from both of the same causes, again. y/n tried not to act like it was affecting her, the way his brown hair swooped down over his forehead due to the sweat. she tried to, also, not stare at his puffy lips as he spoke, swollen from chewing on them during the game. he was incredibly passionate about everything. especially teasing danny.

“aye, danny boy, good job out there tonight!” stiles ruffled danny’s hair.

the older boy knocked stiles’ shoulder with his own. “watch it, stilinksi.”

y/n, a pretty confident, witty person, interjected the conversation, “since when is it danny boy? i thought it was gay danny?”

stiles, who had been trying to play it cool, sucked both of his lips between his teeth. “oh, that’s funny, actually- you know, i- that’s crazy-“ his voice cracked. he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

y/n giggled, “i’m kidding. gay danny is hilarious.”

danny grinned between his two friends. “i think it’s rather hilarious, too.” he moved out from beneath stiles and scott’s arms. “don’t you, stiles? hey, let me know if you’re dtf?”

danny stood beside y/n, who hit him with her hand. scott, who was a little out of the loop, dropped his jaw. “oh, stiles,” he groaned, head falling back, “dude, please do not tell me you said that!”

he looked towards his best friend, who placed his hand on his hip, and glared at the turf. “you know…words are-“

“dude!” scott shoved stiles shoulders. “you’re a fucking idiot!”

stiles faltered on his feet, using his lacrosse stick to balance himself. “okay, i don’t want to hear it from you! please tell me the last charming thing you said to a girl?!”

y/n intruded again, “how about, hello, how are you? nice to meet you, my name is stiles?”

stiles finally met y/n’s eyes. she looked anticipatory, brows raised slightly, teeth over her bottom lip. he licked his own, dry lips, falling over his words. this never really happened. he always had something to say. and now, he was speechless.

their gaze didn’t falter for a few moments, as y/n waited for the boy to say something. he didnt, so she stuck out her hand, “hello, how are you? my names y/n, nice to meet you!”

stiles stared at her hand, her pretty hand, just hanging there in the space between them. scott hit him over the back of the head with his lacrosse stick. stiles tripped over his feet. he balanced himself out and finally shook her hand.

“nice to meet you,” he nodded. “i’m stiles.”

“is that short for anything?” y/n asked, stepping closer. danny and scott busied themselves to the side with jack, trying to give the two potential lovebirds a moment alone.

stiles moved a little closer, too, until there was only a foot or two between them. y/n was really good at maintaining eye contact, but that made stiles nervous. he glanced around her face, trying not to stare at her lips, or her nose, or her rounded cheeks.

“it’s short for Mieczyslaw,” stiles scratched the back of his head, embarrassed by his weird name.

“oh, no way! that’s my grandpas name!” y/n replied.

stiles perked up, “really? that’s- that’s cool.”

“it’s actually david,” y/n widened her eyes amusedly, “i thought it would be funny to say it was Mieczyslaw. but i don’t know how that’s funny. it’s just david. his names david.”

she laughed nervously. her gaze faltered from stiles. the corner of his lips quirked up. that was his kind of humor. he chuckled, somewhat dryly due to his nerves, and said, “it is funny. i liked it. it’s funny.”

“usually when someone has to say something’s funny, it’s not,” y/n crinkled her nose. her hands were crossed in front of her, fingers slick with nervous sweat. he was making her so nervous and shy. unusual.

stiles shrugged off the fact she had stated, “i don’t think so. i think it’s still funny.”

they shared a longer gaze, words absent from both of their minds. stiles rubbed his lips together and waited for his brain to formulate some kind of sentence. y/n smiled, slowly, okay with the silence.

“hey, guys,” danny intruded their moment, “we’re gonna go get changed, then head to my house, yeah? scott’s gonna invite allison. maybe lydia, but i doubt she’ll come.”

stiles and y/n looked to danny, sweet little smiles swallowing expressions. danny couldn’t help but grin. this had to be one of his best ideas, ever.

“okay, sounds good,” y/n nodded. she looked back to stiles, awaiting his answer.

he followed her lead, “yeah, yeah, awesome. we’ll meet you there?”

“well,” danny shook his head slightly, “i was gonna drive scott. and, then, jack, you know, plus if allison comes…my cars kinda full.”

“wha- scot-“ stiles looked towards his best friend, betrayed by scott’s willingness to ride with someone else. then, he met scott’s eyes, and understood the matchmaking game that was being played.

y/n glanced at stiles, who was nodding nervously. “yeah, okay. do you- would you wanna ride with me, y/n?”

“yeah,” she smiled, “i’ll ride with you.“

y/n, jack, and allison hung out outside the boys’ locker room while they showered and changed. y/n texted her mom to let her know she’d be getting home late. then, she shut her phone off and shoved it in her jeans pocket. allison met her eyes from the bench across the hallway.

“i feel like we’ve never hung out,” y/n smiled.

allison shrugged with a shy grin, “i don’t really hang out with many people. my family’s…weird.”

“it’s okay, mine, too,” y/n giggled. “we can trauma dump later, yeah?”

allison nodded, “i’d love that.”

“so, are you and scott together?” y/n wriggled her brows suggestively.

allison blushed, pulling her gaze to her hands in her lap. she fidgeted with her fingers. “uh, no, not anymore. we- uh, just, it’s complicated.”

“ah, i see,” y/n narrowed her eyes playfully.

allison looked back up to the girl and furrowed her brows, “what about you? i thought you were seeing sam? sam collins? i saw you guys together over the summer.”

y/n shifted in her seat, her throat tightening at the thought of sam collins. “yeah, we- were? i guess. i don’t know, it was a whole situation. i’ll tell you all about later when we do that trauma dumping.”

allison offered a supportive smile, “sounds like a deal.”

scott, stiles, and danny piled out of the locker room doors, backpacks and lacrosse bags slung over their shoulders. they barely made it through the frame.

danny rounded up his carload, quickly leaving y/n and stiles in the dust so they were forced to be alone. he had texted her before showering, ensuring she felt safe and comfortable with the idea they had entrapped her and stiles in. in response, she had said, “he’s CUTE!”

y/n stood from the bench, sighing slightly. “looks like we’re stuck together.”

stiles, who had gotten a pep talk from scott, was a little calmer. he waved his arm out in front of himself, “ah, can’t be the worst thing. lead the way.”

y/n grinned up at him. standing this close to him, in this small space, she noticed two things. one- he smelled really fucking good. and, two, he was so fucking tall.

y/n walked out in front of him. she crossed her arms in front of herself again, a nervous habit. once they walked out of the school, their steps fell into rhythm beside each other. stiles wanted to make conversation, and y/n did, too. but the anticipation, the hesitance, the nerves. it all took up too much space.

once they reached stiles’ blue jeep, he opened the door for her, which was slightly shocking. he tossed his bag in the back before joining her in the front. y/n found words as the car started and music playing, a little louder than normal, from the speakers. stiles turned it down, cursing and apologizing.

“what kind of music do you listen to?” y/n turned in her seat, so her knees were facing him. she placed her elbow on the arm rest, chin balanced atop her fist. stiles glanced at her, and his words stumbled.

she was pretty.

“oh, you know. your basic stuff. the 1975. backseat lovers. noah kahan. wallows,” stiles listed off a few.

“hm,” y/n replied. “alright, i can get behind that.”

stiles chuckled, “oh, yeah? what about you? you seem like a music snob.”

y/n scoffed, “absolutely not. i listen to everything and anything. even country. love taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, one direction, chappell roan.”

“i have heard of two of those artists,” stiles furrowed his brows. “literally who is chapel ro-han ?”

y/n rolled her eyes, “roan! here, give me your phone. i’ll play something by her.”

“no, wait, play some taylor,” stiles dug his phone out and handed it to y/n. “i respect swifties.”

“i feel like you’d be a swiftie,” y/n murmured as she scrolled through spotify. green flag, even though the 1975 was a blaring red one.

y/n, feeling slightly risky, played one of taylor’s more promiscuous songs- dress.

“i would be a swiftie, but i think my masculinity gets in the way,” stiles shrugged. he turned up the music a little bit. “i’ve never heard this one.”

“probably,” y/n giggled at his comment. “this is dress. it’s off the reputation album.”

“what’s your favorite album of hers?”

conversation came so naturally. y/n felt comfortable.

“oh, god, don’t ask me that,” y/n groaned. she rested stiles’ phone on her knee. “probably…reputation, to be honest. it’s some of her best work. but, lover is definitely second.”

“is that one a bunch of love songs, i take it?” stiles was really good at asking questions.

y/n shook her head, “it’s actually a bunch of heartbreak songs. people get confused because of the title. reputation has more love songs.”

“like this one?” stiles seemed to notice some of the lyrics.

y/n pursed her lips, “maybe. this one’s more of a fuck song than a love song.”

“ah, yes, there is a distinct difference.”

“oh, for sure.”

they shared a hearty laugh. stiles continued to ask questions, seemingly very interested in not only taylor swift, but y/n herself. she enjoyed his willingness to make conversation.

they made it to danny’s after two more songs. they pulled in right behind danny’s car, and watched the group pile out of his car. as stiles shut off the jeep, y/n reached for her door handle.

“wait-“ stiles jumped out of the car, and quickly rounded to her side. he opened the door, and offered her his hand.

y/n furrowed her brows. she’d seen a lot of boys do a lot to get laid. but, stiles was taking it to the extreme. stiles noticed her faltered look and motioned her with his outstretched hand.

“if we’re gonna fuck, i’m not gonna act like a dick. you deserve some basic human decency.”

literally bare fucking minimum- don’t worry, ladies, y/n is aware. but, god that melted her heart. his sweet brown eyes offered up the nicest smile.

she placed her hand in his and carefully stepped out of the jeep. it was a little higher off the ground than she was used to.

stiles shut the door behind her. he fell into step beside y/n as they walked into danny’s house. danny led the group to his basement, which was also his room. shockingly, it smelled a little bit like weed, and was dimly lit by led lights and lamps scattered across the room. his bed was against the farthest wall, and he had a common area surrounding a television right off the landing.

y/n plopped onto the first couch, and she patted the spot beside her for stiles. he followed suit, and yelped as he noticed how broken in the piece of furniture was. his shoulder squished into y/n’s, along with his hip, as he was tilted by the couch. she giggled at his clumsiness, steadying him with a hand on his knee.

stiles went red hot under her touch. it was warm, through the thin material of his sweatpants. and she didn’t take it away. no, y/n, confident in her advances, left her hand on his knee. stiles took that in stride, and swung his arm around the back of the couch, fingers inches away from her shoulders. she smelled sweet, like some fruity, beachy perfume.

scott and allison sat on the couch to their left, and jack found his usual spot on the oversized chair. danny was busying himself at the television console, flicking on netflix. he put on some random movie for background noise, and then proceeded to pass around his dab pen. jack took a couple hits, surprisingly, allison did as well. scott was shocked by the latter fact, and even more surprised when she told him she took edibles sometimes for her nerves.

stiles politely refused the weed, but y/n gratefully took a few hits. it loosened her shoulders almost immediately and made her flirtations a million times more present.

she curled her legs up beneath her on the couch, her knees landing in stiles lap. he shifted his legs beneath her, clearing his throat nervously. if someone had told him, this morning, that he’d be losing his virginity so soon- oh, god.

y/n started up a conversation that was separate from the groups. they started up a game of mario kart, while y/n was asking stiles about his favorite movies. it was hard to think with her warm breath fanning across his cheek, down his neck. and, then, she was toying with the string on his hoodie, staring up at him through her pretty lashes. her pupils were dilated from being high, and she was giggly.

stiles was beyond happy.

especially when she demanded she show him something in the other room.

“you said you like tabletop games, right? danny’s brother runs tournaments with his friends. cmon, i’ll show you!” y/n stood up, offering stiles her hand.

he didn’t hesitant to lace his fingers with hers. she drug him along behind her, quickly bee-lining for the other room in the basement. y/n flicked on a light switch, but all it really did was turn on more lamps and the string of leds across the ceiling. yes, stiles was incredibly interested by the shelves of books, knick-knacks, and the large gaming table in the center of the room.

but he didn’t really care about any of that.

because she was holding his hand, rambling about danny’s younger brother, and holding his hand. stiles just listened to her describe luke, how he was like a younger brother.

then, she noticed stiles was just staring at her. her words faltered and she trailed off. “what? am i boring you?”

“no, no, never,” stiles stepped closer, and squeezed her hand to encourage her. “i’m just…you’re really pretty. and you’re holding my hand. and i’m thinking about fucking stupid my text was, from earlier? i’m a dumb ass.”

“stiles,” y/n rolled her eyes, “you’re a really cute dumb ass. don’t worry about the text. to answer your question, though, yes.”

“yes, what?” stiles thought he knew what she meant, but he was unsure. he wanted to hear her say it.

“yes, i’m down to fuck you.”

oh, god. his knees went weak.

y/n grabbed his other hand, tugging him towards her slightly. something in her demeanor, her expression, changed. her look was darker, pointed, intentional. stiles found some courage and slid his hand up her wrist, up her forearm, over her bicep, and around the back of her neck. he brushed her hair away. as they moved closer, she leaned her head back to meet his eyes, and her head fell into his hand.

she grinned up at him, and the look made him chuckle dryly. “what?” she asked, insecurities drawing out despite her pointed confidence.

“just…so pretty,” stiles replied. using his other hand, stiles brushed the hair from her cheek, and cupped his palm around the curve of her face.

slowly, but surely, they kissed.

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metalhoops · 1 year

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People debate if Eddie or Steve would say ‘I love you’ first, but I propose an alternative perspective where they both say it long before they start dating and confuse the hell out of everyone, including themselves.

Almost dying could put your life into perspective.

When Eddie awoke in his hospital bed with his uncle at his side and the late afternoon light shining through the window blinds, he was struck with the kind of death-bed revelation reserved for men sentenced to dangle from gallows or grit worn teeth down the muzzle of guns. He was alive, despite the assumed certainty of his death hours or days before.

Eddie let Wayne hold him, despite how much it hurt because the pain reminded him he was alive, that he’d made it out on the other side. Without thought, Eddie told Wayne he loved him. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but he couldn’t remember the last time it’d happened.

They were long past the first few tumultuous years when Eddie had moved in with Wayne. Where they’d tiptoed around each other and waited with bated breath for their shared peace to go wrong. Eddie hadn’t been used to living in a household where he didn’t have to walk on eggshells to get by and Wayne wasn’t used to looking after himself, let alone a kid.

They’d since found their rhythm, but it wasn’t often either man voiced their affections. Wayne showed his love. He didn’t speak it. That was just the way he was. Eddie didn’t share the man’s reservations, not anymore. His adolescents was a wave that had long since crested, and all care for others’ opinions had been thrown out the window. He wasn’t shy with his love, but his proximity to death made him reckless with it.

When Dustin appeared at his bedside not long after, looking as though he were staring down a spectre, Eddie knew he had to do something. He leaned over, ruffled Dustin’s hair and told the kid everything was going to be okay, that he loved him.

When the whole mess had died down and Eddie was able to come out of hiding, he showed up in Gareth’s garage at the usual time for band rehearsal. He was bombarded by a mess of limbs and an earful of questions. He told them his well-practised lie then muttered how glad he was to be back, how much he loved those stupid sons of bitches, because he did and they should know it. He’d never told them that before.

What Eddie hadn’t expected was to fall fast and hard for Steve Harrington. Eddie wasn’t one for fast affection or grand romantic ideals. He had his head firmly attached to his shoulders, thank you very much. He knew fast love was just infatuation. You were falling for the idea of a person, not the real deal.

He knew it was stupid and yet at seeing Steve sprawled out on the floor of his trailer, in front of their shitty Philips Color TV, his usually styled hair mussed, Eddie thought he loved him, which was a terrible thought because it meant Eddie had to tell him.

Steve was straight, and Eddie had only known him for two months. Sure, they’d floated past each other in high school, but that wasn’t this Steve. The Steve he loved. It was pathetic. Eddie was well aware. All the same, when he caught Steve’s curious brown eyes, he knew he’d have to tell him. Nothing good would come of it, but he was sick of leaving things unsaid. After all, he could die tomorrow.

“What are you thinking about?” Steve asked, appearing blissfully ignorant of Eddie’s inner turmoil.

“Nothing, I’m just glad you’re here. I love you, man.”

Eddie spoke before his brain had the time to think through his actions. He tacked on a haphazard ‘man’, as though it lessened the severity of the statement. Eddie had never called anyone ‘man’ in his life- who the hell was he?

“Oh, yeah. Me too,” Steve mumbled absentmindedly, laying back down and looking at the TV as the commercials came to an end. He was so cool and unbothered.

Eddie was sure he’d taken his confession as a platonic one, which was what he’d hoped for. He’d got it off his chest, but it wasn’t going to screw up the good thing they had going. What he didn’t know was the meaning behind Steve’s response, ‘me too’ what? Was he glad he was with Eddie or...?

“I love you too, Munson. I can hear the cogs ticking from over here and I want to watch the movie. You got me invested now,” Steve grumbled, returning his attention to the fantasy film Steve had no right to be as emotionally invested in as he was.

“Have I got you invested or has Tom Cruse in chain mail got you invested?” Eddie joked, pushing his luck as he felt Steve lean over to smack his shoulder, mumbling ‘asshole’, under his breath.

What Eddie hadn’t expected was for it to become a habit. Sure, he made a point of telling Wayne, Corroded Coffin and his band of misfit children he loved them when the mood struck, but with Steve, it somehow became a daily occurrence, what floored him most was that Steve was the one who started it.

The next time they saw each other was when Eddie went to grab a movie from the Family Video store. At least that was the excuse he’d given to see Steve again. He chatted with Steve and Buckley before grabbing whatever caught his eye in the horror section and was about to head out with an overdramatised bow and salute when Steve smirked and mumbled, ‘love you, Munson,’ before his eyes widened in alarm. He caught Robin’s hawklike gaze shifting between them as she choked on a days-expired potato chip.

“I meant... see you, Munson,” Steve amended awkwardly. Eddie shrugged his shoulders, practically preening at the slip of the tongue. He liked how Steve said it. Something about it felt special.

“Love you too, Stevie,” he called as he turned to retreat to the safety of his van, not wanting to witness whatever can of worms he’d opened between Steve and Buckley.

That was all it took to form a habit. He would spend the night at Steve’s place since the guy's parents had been MIA for months, and as the two went to part ways Steve would take one look at Eddie’s beaten-up van and mumble, ‘drive safe you idiot, love you,’ and a smile would threaten to split Eddie’s face in two. ‘love you too, jerk’. For a while, it was a tradition reserved for the two of them. Robin had to bear witness to the brunt of the love confessions, as Eddie would visit them at work, but in many ways, Steve saw Robin as an extension of himself, so for the most part, it was just between them.

That was until Steve showed up to band practice. Eddie had offhandedly mentioned the time and location of their rehearsals in the hopes that one day Steve would show up. When he did Eddie was over the moon. He was halfway through a killer guitar solo when the familiar BMW Beamer pulled up the drive. With the rest of his bandmates promptly forgotten, Eddie lay his Warlock gently in his case (because no matter how absentminded the guy was he still cared about that damn guitar like a kid) then ploughed forward to meet Steve at the mouth of the garage.

“Stevie, you came.”

Eddie was too excited at the prospect of Steve watching him play. Music, along with D&D, was his creative outlet. It said everything his tongue couldn’t articulate and he had a lot he wanted to say to Steve.

Anyone who knew Eddie knew he was excitable and theatrical. He didn’t know how to do things in half measures. His bandmates shouldn’t have been surprised when Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s midsection, picked him up and spun him in several dizzy circles, only setting him down when they almost tumbled ass backwards over Gareth’s drum set.

Eddie may have witnessed Steve try that move on Wheeler years before, but he’d deny it if anyone asked. Steve made the act seem easy and graceful. With Eddie at the helm, it was a chaotic jumble of limbs. While Steve gripped onto the man’s arm for dear life, not used to being manhandled, though by the fitful gasps of laughter that escaped his lips at the motion, Eddie noted he wasn’t opposed to it. When the two broke apart, Eddie felt his bandmates' watchful eyes on them, all sharing twin looks of confusion.

“You’re going to break something, dumbass,” Steve grumbled as he smoothed over his hair and bowed his head to hide the blush from his cheeks.

Eddie tried to carry on with the rehearsal as usual, but he’d admit he added some peacocking for Steve’s benefit, not that the boy seemed to mind. Steve watched from one of Gareth’s bean bag chairs. It wasn’t his type of music, Eddie knew that, but the guy still watched enamoured.

When the band was finished for the day, Steve managed to make small talk with the other boys when a thought struck Eddie.

“What are you doing after this, Steve? The boys and I are having a movie marathon at my place. Want to hang out?” Steve blinked owlishly, surprised to be invited to what appeared to be a ‘band-only deal’. That wasn’t exactly true. Sometimes Jeff’s girlfriend or Grant’s brother would join them, once Gareth had even invited a guy over. Eddie had never done it, but there was a first time for everything.

“I could do a movie night. I’ve gotta pick up Dustin from the Byers first, though, so I’ll meet you there,” Steve reasoned, and Eddie nodded, knowing Dustin came first. The little guy had weaselled his way into Steve’s heart and there was no way Eddie would ask him to forget the kid. Dustin had Eddie wrapped around his little finger as well, the brat.

“Alright, meet you there. Love you, Stevie.”

“Love you too.” The words rolled off Steve’s tongue easily as breathing.

Left in Steve’s wake was utter chaos from the rest of the Corroded Coffin members.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us you were dating Steve Harrington?” Gareth berated, knocking Eddie’s shoulder roughly.

“Seriously? What the hell, man? I never would’ve called that,” Jeff added before Eddie could get a word in edge-wise.

“Wait, I’m lost, Harrington’s gay now?” Grant muttered, looking between the other boys. His bandmates knew Eddie was gay, but they’d definitely pulled the rest out of their asses.

“I didn’t tell you because we’re not, and he’s not. Far as I’m aware. Can you guys drop it before we get back to mine? Steve doesn’t know I am and I’m planning on keeping it that way, thanks.” All three boys looked at Eddie as though he’d grown a third head.

“But you guys were aggressively flirting,” Gareth argued.

“You said you loved each other,” Jeff added.

“Yeah, but I tell you guys I love you,” Eddie argued.

“Definitely not like that and if you did, I’d be trying to work out how to let you down gently because Eds you’re firmly in the brother zone,” Gareth reasoned, playing with his drum kit.

After that day, Eddie thought he should use his ‘I love yous’ more sparingly with Steve. Sooner or later, the guy was going to work out that the intent was anything but platonic. He’d gotten to know Steve well since the incident with The Upside Down. Nine months had passed and Eddie was still sickeningly sure he loved Steve. It’d gone past any form of infatuation.

He knew who Steve Harrington was and what he wanted. Steve wanted his future to be a gaggle of kids, crammed into an R.V. heading out on family vacations. If they were to do it, it would be anything but the conventional nuclear family of Steve’s dreams but Eddie couldn’t help but fantasise about ways they could make it work. He wanted it. He was beyond screwed.

When he and Steve were parting ways after the band’s movie night. This time Eddie uttered a lame,

“See you later, Stevie.’

To his surprise, he caught a look of confusion flash across Steve’s face. He opened and shut his mouth, looking as though he were weighing up his options. Unlike Eddie, the guy was good with social interactions. He knew how to read a room.

“See you,” Steve replied, awkwardly smoothing down his hair in what Eddie knew to be a self-soothing gesture. Weird.

Eddie kept this new, more formal, stilted form of goodbye going for a week, hating every second of it. He could feel Steve pulling away from him. Suddenly when he wanted to spend time with the guy, he was busy. The one time he hadn’t said ‘I love you’ back to Steve in front of Robin she shot him a look like he’d just kicked a wounded puppy. Eddie was understandably confused.

It took the passing of another week for Steve to call him out on it. Eddie showed up on Steve’s doorstep unannounced, insisting they hang out because Steve had been avoiding him and he damn well wanted to know why. Steve let him in, much to Eddie’s surprise.

“Did I do something wrong?’ Steve asked out of the blue as the two sat hunched over at the Harrington’s dining room table, looking over Eddie’s Dark Tower board game. Steve had picked it up surprisingly fast when he’d first brought the game to his place.

Eddie’s eyes swept over the board before shaking his head.

“No, that was a safe move. You’re fine.” Steve’s brows drew together, and he shook his head.

“I’m not talking about the game,” He grumbled, still not meeting Eddie’s eyes. Alright, what had Eddie done wrong now?

“What? No. Stevie. Why would you think that?”

Eddie had been asking himself the same question: what had he done to push Steve away? Now that Eddie was focusing on Steve, he noticed how the boy had hunched over himself, his shoulders up around his ears. His body tucked into itself. Usually, Steve was confident and unbothered, but he looked so small. Eddie knew something was very wrong.

“You stopped saying...” Steve’s voice trailed off. He rolled his eyes, looking pissed off. Not with Eddie, but with himself.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s stupid. My knight guy is going to the ruins,” Steve amended before Eddie could get a word in edge-wise. He leaned over, pushing the keypad on the tower, obnoxious electronic music filling the silence between them.

Eddie finally understood what Steve was worried about. Instead of taking his next turn he twisted a strand of hair around his finger and inhaled. Screw what other people thought. Since when did he care, anyway?

“Steve,” Eddie breathed. Full name. Serious business. Steve looked up.

“I love you. Sorry I haven’t said it in a while. I was getting in my head about... stuff.” Steve nodded, trying to look uncaring, but he failed miserably, his face scrunched and contorted.

“Stevie, I can hear the cogs ticking from here. Whatever you want to say, say it,” Eddie breathed, nudging Steve’s socked foot with his.

“I just- you were acting like... Christ. Forget it. It’s bullshit,” Steve stammered, standing up from the table, suddenly a bundle of energy, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

“What was I acting like?” Eddie asked, staying rooted to his seat, though his fingers drummed on the table nervously.

“Like we were in love,” Steve spoke at last, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Like we were in love?” Eddie echoed, unable to believe what Steve was implying. He watched Steve recoil as the words escaped his lips.

‘In love’ wasn’t a description someone used for friendship. Friends weren’t ‘in love’ with each other. Jesus Christ.

Eddie stood, cringing at the scraping sound his chair made against the tile floor. He really hoped he wasn’t reading this wrong.

“Please don’t punch me in the face,” Eddie grumbled under his breath as he crossed the space between them.

Steve remained rooted to the spot as Eddie hesitantly placed a hand on his cheek. He remained still. His brown eyes swelled wide and locked on Eddie’s. He waited for a beat, just long enough for Steve to pull away if that’s not what he wanted. When he didn’t, Eddie pulled him closer, crashing their lips together, his fingers snaking their way to the back of Steve’s neck. Holy shit, Steve was kissing him back.

Eddie lost the capacity for logical thought somewhere between Steve’s hand finding his ass, and his tongue slipping into his mouth. When they did pull apart, Eddie felt breathless and boneless.

“Wait, you actually love me?” Eddie asked when his brain finally came back online. Steve nodded, looking equally as shocked.

“I told you that months ago,” Steve confirmed.

“I didn’t know you meant it like that... you were so damn unbothered I thought you...” Eddie’s voice trailed off, a vague memory spiking of a story Dustin had told him a lifetime before. It was something to do with Steve’s dating advice. From what Eddie remembered, he’d stressed the importance of acting aloof, as if that actually worked for anyone.

“I didn’t want to come on too strong,” Steve argued, sounding equally exasperated.

“You, Steve Harrington, are a dumbass,” Eddie scoffed disbelievingly.

“How the hell am I in love with you?”

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beansmack2021 · 2 months

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Oooh idea if you’re interested! Husk taking in Alastor’s daughter reader when Alastor leaves for 7 years?

He Stayed (Platonic!Husk x Alastor's Daughter)

She was 10 when she'd been dropped off at Aunt Rosie's one night. Alastor told her he'd be back soon, and that she needed to behave herself and be a respectful young lady.

"Okay! I love you, Daddy!"

He was gone quickly, swept away by his own shadow. Y/N hummed a happy tune that she'd heard on her father's broadcast earlier in the day while she played with her stuffed raccoon. She played for hours, not really grasping how late it had gotten until she heard a knock at Rosie's door.

She assumed it would be her father, ready to whisk her away and take her back home. Instead, she rushed to open it and greet him, and was met with the face of her father's servant, Husk.

"Oh! Hi, Husk! Is Daddy here, too?"

Husk shook his head, clearing his throat.

"Listen, kid. Your old man asked me to look after you for a little while. Why don't we go back to my place?"

Young Y/N tried not to get too upset. Surely a little while just meant a few more hours, maybe a couple of days, right?

Wrong. Y/N didn't see her father for another 7 years after he'd left her in Cannibaltown. She'd spent her time with Husk, who taught her how to keep her poker face from wavering. She'd clean the bar for him occasionally, but he usually took that task on by himself.

"Oh no. Your old man would kill me if you even went near the stuff on that shelf. Sorry, kid."

Y/N stiffened whenever he'd mention her father. She really didn't care much for the man who chose to abandon her. She'd do whatever she wanted, including chugging the most expensive bottle on the shelf, but she worried too much about her father finding out and punishing Husk for her own decisions.

Late at night, she'd wonder what her father would think of her now. She'd mourn the time lost before she realized that he'd chosen to rip that time away from them, and then she'd just get angry. She'd be angry for a while. She threw the framed photo of the two of them on the ground and watched the shattered glass fly across the floor. Then she'd pick up the frame, dust it off, and hold it close to her chest as she cried.

Alastor was terrible. She hated him for leaving her. Still, she couldn't help loving the man she'd known before he abandoned her.

When Husk would hear her sobs through the walls of their home, he'd knock on the door of her bedroom and come in with a bag of chips from the bar and a few cans of soda.

"Hey, kid. What's all this crying about, huh? Why don't we play some blackjack?"

He always knew how to cheer her up. Sometimes, he'd show her some neat tricks that he could do with just a bit of magic and a deck of cards.

During one of their later nights, Husk was simply holding Y/N as she cried. Then, out of nowhere, they appeared in this rustic looking room. Directly before them stood none other than Alastor, her father.

His ears perked up a bit and his pupils narrowed as he saw his daughter's tear streaked face for the first time in nearly a decade.

"Husker, I trust that you're not the reason my little girl is crying right now. It would be very unfortunate for you if you were."

Alastor's head turned at an odd angle and his sound was filled with more static by the second. Y/N stepped between her father and the man who'd taken care of her for seven years, anger clear as day on her face.

"You can't hurt him. I won't let you."

Alastor perked up again.

"Oh come now, dear. He's merely the help."

Y/N's back straightened, and her expression changed to one of defiance.

"No, Alastor. He's not just the help. He's the one person I care about most in Hell."

Alastor's permanent smile widened.

"Oh, Y/N, even more than dear old dad?"

"Much more, because unlike "dear old dad", Husk stayed."

Alastor hadn't really been prepared to be hit by such a damaging statement. His smile almost faltered. Almost. Y/N's rage didn't, though. Not even a bit.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin fanfic #hazbin x reader #hazbin x platonic reader #hazbin x daughter reader #hazbin husk #papa husk

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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What ever it takes.

Yandere Alicent & Aemond x Sister/daughter reader. Miniseries.

What ever it takes. Part two. Part three. Alternate ending.

I can’t help but love the idea of yandere house targaryen but sometimes about these two just stick out to me.

Plot: You are the twin sister of Aemond targaryen, and the daughter of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen. Your mother and brother have always had a sense of protectiveness towards you. Then you go missing.

Words: 611.

Reader appearance: I try and not give any sense of what the reader looks like but this being a twin reader you know it’s coming. But the readers description will just be Brown hair, purple eyes.

Warnings: Small yandere tendencies. No real statement of the targaryen way of love…If you know what I mean (Only with the one eyed prince.)

The sun has only be shining not more then two hours, the birds flying and chirping and everyone had awakened to start their day. Queen Alicent sat on her padded chair reading what ever report was onto top. She had awaited her youngest daughters arrival for their morning cup of tea but most days it was the only thing keeping Alicent from going mad.

Alicent didn’t like to pick favorite between her children and she loved them all deeply but there was something about y/n she just couldn’t help but favor. Maybe it was hair that matched hers, or the way she would always cling to her at a younger age, or to the smile and cheerful attitude she always carried. The only real resemblance you have to the targaryen blood is your purple eyes, and the dragon you possess. You had your mother captivated and she loved you with all her heart.

Then there was Aemond who saw the same thing in y/n as his mother, only different. Y/n had come into this world with him to face every battle and challenge thrown their way. No matter what happened she was always at his side to brighten up the darkness. Y/n was his light that he held so close and dear. He loves you more then anything in the world, but how could he not? His mother and him agreed to protect you at all cost, no matter how high of a price.

“You’re grace.” The doors opened as one of her knights stepped through rushing and urgently speaking. “We can not find the princess in her chambers, your father sent us here to tell you.” She didn’t have much time to think as she tossed the papers next to her but landing in the floor then standing standing up.

“What happened? Tell me everything, now!” She demanded as her eyes grew wide and small tears in her eyes, she looked angry. All Alicent saw was red. “Your Grace, as of this morning her maiden went to awaken her but she was not found. Her room trashed and a note was left, that’s why your father sent for you.” Bowing his head to not inflict any wrath of the queen.

Alicent rushed passed him with a heavy step, her hand clinched in a tight fist while she worried what had happened to you. And why her father knew first. How long has he known? How long as her precious girl been missing. “Mother?” She almost didn’t notice aemond in the hallway but hearing his voice stop her.

“Your sister is missing.” His body teased up as did his jaw, he moved to her side as they continued to walk. “And what has happened? When did she go missing.” The queen just shook her head. “I do not know but the hand of the king does.” She spat the words out with venom.

If just the feeling of anger and hurt could kill: Otto would be dead right now and who ever dared to take you. Stopped before walking into Ottos room Alicent grabbed her sons arm and gripped it tight and the look in her eyes he knew all to well. He was sure he had the same, they both knew the feeling.

“You must find your sister, if she is taken then you must burn her captors to ash and bone. My little girl is missing- Your sister is missing and is possibly in grave danger. I do not trust anyone else…It is your job my son.” But he already knew that already. She didn’t even have to say it.

“What ever it takes”

#yandere house of the dragon x reader #yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #yandere alicent hightower #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #yandere aemond targaryen #Aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon

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dixonlvr-online · 2 years

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I'll wash your hair

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: None, unless showering counts

Genre: Fluff

“Wow,” you muttered, staring at your reflection.

“What?” Daryl asked, stepping into the bathroom behind you.

“I just haven’t seen myself in so long,” you said, shaking your head in wonder. Your group had just arrived in Alexandria that day, and after a series of extensive interviews, you’d been shown to your new houses.

New house, you’d thought. You never imagined that would be a possibility again. But here you stood, in your new bathroom in your new house. As soon as you’d caught sight of yourself in the mirror, you’d been taken aback by how unrecognizable you were.

“I look stronger,” you commented, raising a hand to feel your arms. Daryl stepped closer, pulling your hips back until you leaned against him.

“Ya are,” he said, holding you close. You studied yourself in the mirror some more, before your gaze shifted to him. He looked different, too. His hair was much longer than it had been when you met, and he now had a deep tan.

Or maybe it was dirt, you thought. The idea made you snort out a laugh. Daryl narrowed his eyes.

“What’s so funny? Ya ain’t like my reflection?” he teased, reaching down to tickle your sides. You burst out laughing, wiggling to get away.

“No, no! I was just thinking, we both could use a shower,” you admitted. Daryl ceased his attack and turned to his reflection again. He scratched the back of his head, shrugging at your comment. You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, a shower won’t kill you. Plus, it’ll be fun if we do it together,” you said, suggestively raising your eyebrows with your last statement. A light blush spread across Daryl’s cheeks.

“Alrigh’. But I’m doin’ this under protest,” he said. You grinned, turning to twist the shower on. You let out a gasp when moments later, warm water was rushing out of the tap. You caught Daryl’s eye; he was secretly smiling at your reaction.

You began undressing, carefully peeling off layers and watching clumps of dirt fall to the ground. Beside you, Daryl began doing the same. The clothes were thrown to the corner of the room to be washed, or more likely, burned.

As soon as you stepped in, a long sigh left your lips. The hot water felt like heaven, the pressure like a heavy blanket. You let your eyes close as you soaked it in, letting the realization that you were here, in a house, in a community, safe, sink in.

When you opened your eyes, Daryl was watching you. He had a small smile on his face, taking in the scene. You reached for him, pulling him into the water. He grumbled a moment before you saw the relief hit him, too. You smiled, watching the man finally relax after so many weeks on the road, always ready for action.

While he rinsed, you searched for the soap. On the rim of the tub sat a full bottle of shampoo, which you grabbed. Pouring a heavy amount in your hand, you reached for Daryl’s hair. He flinched a little when you put the soap on, but relaxed immediately when you started massaging it in. You smiled, enjoying the moment of quiet contentment.

When it was time to rinse, he washed all the soap out and shook his head like a dog, causing you to screech. He laughed, a real laugh, and pulled you to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, staring up at him, studying him. He leaned in to kiss you, just a short, sweet placement of lips to convey all of his gratitude. You put as much love as you could into that kiss before pulling away.

Daryl gently moved you to the side and reached for the shampoo. He poured some into his hand and began washing your hair as gently as you’d done his. The feeling of his hand massaging your scalp was amazing. You felt like if you could curl up and sleep right then, you would have.

When he was done, you rinsed, and watched an insane amount of hair fall to the floor.

“My hair is falling out in clumps!” you cried, pulling at it. Daryl laughed, pulling your hands away.

“Maybe yer baldin’,” he teased. You gently shoved his shoulder, face scrunching at his comment.

“Shut up. I’m not that old,” you said. Daryl smiled indulgently. He pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear and rested his hand on your cheek.

“Nah, you ain’t old. But yer gonna get there. I’ll make sure of it,” he said. You leaned into his palm, staring into his eyes.

“Yeah, and you’re gonna be there with me, right?” you asked. He smiled, nodded his head, and reached for the back of your head to pull you close. You rested your head against his shoulder and hugged him back, fully relaxing into him.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “I’m always gonna be there with ya.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead #norman reedus

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danikamariewrites · 8 days

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dark elain x reader, imagine she teaches reader spells. Or imagine reader is like yeah elain i know youre dark but idc😍 pls teach me something cool and elain teaches her and they get horny and fuck

I Put A Spell On You (SMUT)

Dark!Elain x reader

A/n: I love this idea so much. I think of dark!Elain just picking up hobbies as she embraces her dark side. So I see this as a continuation of my headcanon where I talked about her gardening and her poison plants

Warnings: witchcraft, pentagram (if you’re uncomfortable with that), fingering, elain giving head

Living with and being Elain’s had been like a dream come true. She fascinated you to no end. And gods you are so in love with her. Not a day goes by where you aren’t consumed by her beauty.

Sitting in the study, enjoying your book, you felt a chilling breeze run across your neck. Perking up in your chair you look around the room wondering where it could’ve possibly come from. No windows were open, just the double doors.

Marking your place you quickly make your way out of the study, following the new cold in the hallway. Making your way towards Elain’s work room the temperature drops significantly. Placing your hand on the golden door knob you quickly draw it back, hissing slightly from the freezing feeling. You rub your hands together to get some warmth back. It was like all the heat had been taken from your fingers.

You knock, wanting Elain to open the door for you instead. At the second knock the door slowly creaks open to reveal Elain on the floor surrounded by candles and a star painted in white on the floor. Bundles of dried flowers resting on the work bench. Crystals glittering in the moonlight beside them.

As your gaze swept the room you found that no windows were open. You tilted your head curiously. Where could the wind be coming from?

Elain places her book down on the center of the star. Standing in front of you she takes your hands in her freezing ones. You let out a small gasp, “Elain! Your hands.” She shushes you softly. “It’s alright, my sweet lily. Nothing to concern yourself with.” She says gently, resting her forehead against yours. Nuzzling your noses together earning a small smile from you.

You give her doe eyes as you ask, “What are you up to? I felt it all the way in the study.” Elain gives you a wicked smile. She pulls you into the room, sitting you down in her previous spot. “A new hobby. You want to see what I’m working on?” She asks, sitting behind you. You let out a small mhm nodding your head.

Elain reaches for the book, holding it up so you can both read the page. “I’ve been studying witchcraft lately and wanted to try some basic spells. This,” she gestures to the floor, “is supposed to help with protection, empowerment and so much more.”

“What spells have you done so far?” You ask with an air of wonder. Elain lets out a small laugh as she pushes her face into your neck, peppering kisses down to your shoulder. “Just some statements of intent and casting.” You turn your face to rest your forehead against hers. You smirk at her. “Any love spells?” You tease, raising your eyebrows at her.

Elain smirks back at you, “Maybe.” She drawls. “Want to find out?” You wrap your legs around Elain’s waist, clinging to her as she pivots you off the star. Laying you down on the hardwood floor Elain kisses down your body. She pushes the skirt of your dress up, pulling your thighs apart.

She kisses and nips her way up to your covered pussy. Elain brings her hand up to the wet spot forming on your panties. You moan at the contact, needing more than her unusual light touches. Your moans keep Elain going as she rubs your clit agonizingly slow. You buck your hips against her hand. “More, more please. I need more Elain.”

Elain brings her mouth to yours in a passionate kiss. Conveying her love and want for you. You bring your hands to cup her cheeks, slipping your fingers into her long brown locks. She moans into your mouth, pulling away from you panting heavily. “Fuck,” she breathes out.

Without wasting anymore time Elain rips off your panties throwing them to the side. Rubbing your thighs Elain leaves feather light kisses on your pussy. Pressing her skilled tongue against your folds, licking up to your clit. Sucking and nipping at your clit has you writhing beneath Elain.

You grab at one of her hands. Squeezing her fingers and moaning. Taking advantage of the moment Elain places two of her fingers on your tongue. “Suck.” She commands. You greedily suck on the digits, grasping her wrist so she wouldn’t take them away too soon.

When she pulls them away her fingers immediately find home inside your warm walls. Curling and hitting all the right spots, making you see stars. Your back arches off the floor as you moan out Elain’s name. “That’s it my lily. Come for me.” At the vibration of her words against you, you come undone around her.

As you relax into the cold hardwood Elain’s face appears above you. That wicked smile back on her lips. “Do you have more in you?” You nod vigorously. Whining for her body on yours. You pull Elain into a desperate kiss. All tongue and teeth, clashing for dominance knowing you’d give it up to her.

Hours later you’re passed out in Elain’s arms as she carries you to bed. Placing you under the covers she traces your face. Pushing your hair away from your face. Climbing under the covers next to you Elain places a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, my sweet lily. My sweet poison.”

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When Man Plans, God Laughs (Eddie Munson x Single Mom!Reader)

Summary: You're a single mom of two who recently moved back to your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, after a nasty divorce. When your friends take you out for the night, you run into your high school crush: Eddie Munson. But are either of you satisfied with just a one-night stand?

Warnings: single motherhood, divorce, fluff, mentions of drugs/dealing

WC: 1.9k

Part One | Part Two

You're grateful that you didn't drink too much at the concert last night, because the following morning is hectic. Matthew insists on having milk with his cereal, then cries because it's soggy. While you attend to his tantrum, Grace takes it upon herself to grab the orange juice carton from the fridge, promptly dropping it and spilling it all over the kitchen floor. And when the word "shit" accidentally slips out of your mouth when you see the sticky mess forming, both kids decide to march around chanting it.

You clean up the kitchen, wipe down your messy children, and get them dressed for the day. They've been begging you to take them to the children's museum, so that's your plan. You're just finishing tying Grace's sneakers when the phone rings.

"Hello?" you huff into the receiver, scrambling to get out to the car before Matthew manages to undress himself.

"Hey, Y/N?" a familiar voice comes over the line. "It's Eddie. Munson," he clarifies, as if a different Eddie would be calling.

You crinkle your nose. "How did you get my number?" you ask, and you cringe at the interrogative note in your tone. "I mean, hi. But also, how did you get my number?""

Eddie laughs, not taking offense to any of it. "I hounded Starsky and Hutch until they broke and gave it to me."

"How nice of them," you mutter. "So, what's up?"

"Look," he starts, "I had a lot of fun last night. And I was hoping we could actually get to talk, catch up. Like a date, maybe?" His voice breaks at the end, nerves getting the best of him.

You smile weakly. "Eddie, that's really sweet," you tell him gently, keeping an eye on your munchkins, "but I'm not really looking to date right now."

"Is it because you have kids?" he blurts out, and you're taken aback.

"H-how did you know that I have kids?" It's a dumb question; Robin and Steve told him, obviously. "Never mind. Yes, it's because I have kids. Kids who are currently waiting for me to entertain them."

"So you're just never gonna date again?" he asks, but it's a genuine question; he's not accusing you of lying.

You exhale. "Maybe one day I will," you answer honestly. "But I...I don't think it's a good idea to be with someone who carries around a box full of mysterious illicit substances. Not really kid-friendly, y'know?"

"They're, uh, not all for me," he stammers.

You can't help but chortle at his statement. "Is the fact that you sell drugs supposed to make this better?" You notice Grace eyeing you curiously, so you lower your voice. "Look, I know you have to do whatever you can to make ends meet. I'm not judging you. But I also can't bring my kids into that kind of environment, y'know?"

There's a long pause on the other end of the line. "Yeah, no, I get it. Could we still...hang out? Like with Harrington and Buckley. Just as friends." Eddie bites his tongue to keep from babbling.

"Of course," you reply, breathing a sigh of relief. "I've gotta get going, but we'll talk soon."

"Bye, Y/N," he says, and you detect a hint of sadness in his voice. Maybe more than a hint. But you don't have time to ponder it, because Matthew is trying to fit through the spindles on the staircase. Why are kids so fast?

A few months later, you're holding Matthew's chubby little hand as you make your way through the library parking lot. Grace is in kindergarten full-time, so it's just you and your little man during the weekdays.

"Are you ready for Storybook Sing-a-longs?" you ask him excitedly. It was a new program that the library was offering to kids where a musician sang songs based on popular children's books. The best part was it was free. You'd signed him up right away.

The hum of a guitar being tuned floats past your ears as you enter the children's section. You're placing a fuzzy mat on the floor for you and Matthew to sit on, when you hear it:

"Hi there, tiny humans! I'm Eddie!"

Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice. No way. No fucking way. But it's him: Eddie Munson is sitting before you in a folding chair, long curls pulled back into a low bun. He's still got his signature rings and his ripped black jeans, but he's wearing a purple shirt that reads "Storybook Sing-a-longs."

"Jesus Christ," you murmur under your breath.

The mom next to you overhears your utterance. "I know, right?" she scoffs. "Who let him around children? He was such a freak in high school."

You shake your head. "That's not what I meant--" you start to say, but Eddie cuts you off.

"I need a volunteer to help me sing a song about wheels on the bus," he announces, eyes twinkling at the kids' excited faces. "Who knows that one and wants to sing with me?"

Matthew looks up at you, waiting for your approval. "Go on, Bubba," you encourage him. "You love The Wheels on the Bus!"

He jumps up waving his stubby arms in the arm, desperate to get Eddie's attention. When Eddie spots him, he motions the two of you over.

It takes him a moment to place who you are--your oversized t-shirt, mom jeans, sneakers, and barely-there swipe of mascara is a far cry from your skimpy concert outfit. But when he realizes, his face lights up.

"Who do we have here?" he asks, both to your son and to himself.

"I'm Matthew," the boy replies proudly, and it comes out as Mahh-chew. "And this is my mommy!"

Eddie's smile is so genuine that it hurts your heart. "Hi, Matthew and his mommy!" he says. "Matthew, do you know what the wheels on the bus do?"

"They go round and round!" Wound an' wound, he shrieks excitedly.

"That's right!" Eddie cheers, launching into the song. Matthew is singing and clapping along, doing all of the hand motions like you taught him. You sneak glances at Eddie, his fingers strumming gently, his voice energetic but soothing. It's a side of him you've never seen before.

You and Matthew scurry back to your mat at the end of the song, and it's time for another kid to have a turn. The next half hour is filled with lyrics about Jack and the Beanstalk, Hansel and Gretel, and The Three Little Pigs. Matthew's eyes are wide the whole time, soaking in the music in wonderment.

You're putting away the mat, a half-asleep tot in your arms, when you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Hey," Eddie says softly. "I was hoping you'd be here."

You feel yourself blushing, and you hoist Matthew up a bit higher to cover your reddening cheeks. "Well, Matty and I never turn down a chance to sing Wheels on the Bus!" You tickle the boy's belly and he gives the sweetest giggle you've ever heard.

"You guys are pros. Gonna put me out of business!" Eddie teases. He glances at Matthew, then looks directly into your eyes. "Y/N, he's such a cute kid."

"Thanks," you grin, "but he's not gonna be cute if he doesn't get his nap soon."

"Can I walk you to your car?" Eddie asks sheepishly. "Is that okay?"

"Sure. Thank you." You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, shyness suddenly overtaking you as well.

He grabs your bag from your hand. Your pace is slower than it would be if you weren't holding Matthew, but Eddie walks alongside you.

"I should, um...I should be thanking you, actually," he says suddenly.

"Me?"

"Yeah," he nods. "When we spoke on the phone? And you said that you couldn't be with me because of my...my job? You were right. I'd been meaning to stop doing that stuff, but I figured I could never amount to much more. The Munson name comes with a reputation, and it ain't pretty. I thought no one would ever give me a chance.

"And then I came by here to return a book and saw they were looking for a kids' entertainer, and I thought, I can do that. I think the librarians were shocked that I was serious about it, but once I started doing the animal impressions for 'Old MacDonald,' they realized it was the real deal."

You laugh. "You really nailed those. We were both impressed with the cow especially."

Eddie snorts. "What can I say? I had plenty of experience listening to an old cow in O'Donnell's class."

"Eddie!" you swat at his stomach playfully. "Don't teach my innocent son how to insult people."

"Sorry, sorry," he puts his hands up in defeat. "But, yeah. I just thought you should know."

You raise your eyebrows at him. "One night after a concert made you rethink your whole life?" you ask unbelievingly.

"Yes? I mean, Buckley kept telling me about her friend that was incredibly smart, funny, caring...the list went on and on. And then I met you, and you were, like, holy sh--sugar hot," he amends quickly.

"That's sweet," you say, biting your lower lip. "But most days, I look like this. Miniskirts are few and far between."

Eddie places a big hand on your cheek. "The sentiment still stands, sweetheart." He kisses your forehead, sending shivers down your spine. When you arrive at your car, he opens the back door so you can put a sleeping Matthew in his car seat.

"Thanks, Eddie," you whisper. You want to kiss him so badly, it hurts. "Hey, um, do you do children's birthday parties, by any chance?" You glance down at your son. "He turns three in a few weeks, and I need something to keep the kids entertained."

"I do now," he beams. "Any special requests?"

"You've gotta bust out that rendition of Old MacDonald, obviously," you tease. "How much do you charge?"

"Hmm," he pretends to think. "One...slice of birthday cake."

"I'm serious!" You put your hands on your hips. "Besides, you would get birthday cake anyway."

"Okay," he says nervously. "How about that date?" When you raise your eyebrows, he gives an exasperated sigh. "C'mon! I stopped dealing, I got a regular gig, Matthew already adores me. Just one date. And if it sucks, I'll leave you alone forever."

You consider it. One date couldn't hurt, right? It wasn't like you were marrying the guy. Clearly, you didn't fare well in the marriage department, anyway.

"One date," you agree, and Eddie pumps his fist in the air triumphantly. "After the party. If you bomb, the deal's off."

"Oof, no pressure or anything," he stumbles back dramatically. "But it's a deal." He sticks his hand out and you shake it, but he takes the opportunity to pull you in and kiss your lips. "Couldn't help myself," he mumbles into your mouth. You bring your hand to the back of his head and kiss him back harder, feeling body melt into his. You're snapped out of your trance by the sound of Matthew stirring.

"We've gotta get home," you apologize. "Call me later, around 4? I'll give you the party info."

Eddie nods. "Sounds great." He kisses your cheek before opening your door for you. "I'll talk to you then."

You wave goodbye as you back out of the spot, a smile plastered to your face.

So much for a one-night stand.

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lavendertales · 2 years

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Loverboy || Dieter Bravo x f!reader**

summary: when a drunken Dieter makes a move on you, you start to realize that maybe he had the right idea all along.

word count: 4.8k

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol & weed; vaginal fingering, Dieter eats pussy like his life depends on it because I say so, edging, teasing, piv, cum play.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

A/N: something funny & silly for a funny & silly man. and also kinda filthy. but that’s besides the point. thank you @pedropascalsx for enabling me with your kindness and sweetness 💕

gif: @pascalsky

Many found Dieter eccentric and over-the-top. You found that to be true as well. Though oddly enough, you rather enjoyed his fun persona.

In limited doses, that is.

You’re no stranger to his mood swings and odd requests; after all, you had started as his assistant four years ago, and now that you’ve become such close friends, you have also become the sole recipient of his theatrics and antics.

But you must say, tonight takes the cake.

When you received the call from Dieter’s current assistant, Dianne, you expected to hear the usual “could you please bring some brownies to the set, his blood sugar is low” request, not that he was drunk in the hotel room, relentlessly saying your name and asking to see you. You immediately said you’re on your way, an odd knot in your stomach. You’ve seen him in party mode before, but you have the feeling this isn’t one of those fun times.

Once you reach the hotel and ask for his room, going through the usual clarification that you are Dieter’s friend, you rush to his room, the knot tightening with each step you take.

Three knocks later, you’re met with Dianne’s face. And it doesn’t bring you any comfort.

“How is he?” you ask.

“Well, he’s been saying your name for the past half hour, insisting that he sees you.”

“Not much clarification there, Dianne.”

“See for yourself.”

The scent of alcohol and the pungent smell of weed invade your nostrils. You see the small-sized drinks from the minibar emptied on the floor, and a seemingly frantic Dieter waltzing around the room.

“Dieter?”

He turns abruptly to see you, his face lighting up as he rushes to your side to hug you tightly.

“Hey buddy,” you pat him nervously on the back. “What’s going on?”

“You’re actually here!”

“Hard not to when you’ve been chanting my name to the whole city for the past half hour.”

With a swift motion of his hands, Dieter gestures Dianne to leave, but she looks at you for confirmation. You exhale with a little chuckle, letting go of Dieter, yet keeping one of your hands around his waist to support him.

“It’s okay, Dianne, I can take it from here,” you smile at her. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’re welcome,” Dieter smiles.

Now you got a clue about what’s ahead of you for the rest of the evening, and it’s not the prettiest image.

“I was talking to Dianne, honey.”

“Oh,” he pouts cutely.

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” you playfully pinch his cheek.

Dieter seems oddly proud of himself with that statement, in spite of his lack of proper balance. You silently thank Dianne as she rushes out of the room, and you sigh out loud. One look at Dieter and you just know you’ll have a tough time putting him down for a clearly much needed sleep.

“Okay, so… what’s going on?” you ask instead. “I know you’re no stranger to parties, but even a man with your expertise in fun knows you shouldn’t mix alcohol and weed.”

“And why not?!”

“Because it’ll make you puke. And I have the feeling I will be the one stuck with the cleaning.”

Dieter giggles upon seeing your disgusted face, and sits on the edge of the bed. He sighs, dramatically staring into the distance, and you finally get a good look at him. He’s disheveled, messier than usual; his bathrobe is open, and he wears nothing but boxer shorts. You’ve definitely seen him in worse shape, but you’re not a big fan of the drained color his skin has taken.

“Come on, D, what’s going on? You’re not usually like this,” you try to coax him. “Why did you keep asking to see me?”

In the midst of harshly rubbing his eyes, Dieter stands back up again, slightly losing balance. You rush to catch him, tying back his robe in the process.

“Because you’re the only one who can help me,” he says.

“With what?”

“She dumped me!”

Out of nowhere, Dieter begins sobbing, and truthfully, you’re not equipped to handle that. He falls into your arms, and you try to console him, though it doesn’t seem to be working.

“I assume you mean Cynthia,” you say whilst patting his back.

“Yes of course I mean Cynthia, who else!”

“I don’t know, you tend to… get by a lot.”

Dieter pulls away to frown at you for a second, then falls back at your chest.

You were never a fan of any of Dieter’s conquests. He certainly gets by a lot, and you’ve seen more than what you bargained for, but none of them ever seem to stay. Sure, Dieter can be a lot, but underneath that womanizing and arrogant exterior, you know him to be a sweet, passionate and funny man. And yes, he isn’t bad on the eyes either.

Getting off topic here, pipe it down.

“So what happened?” you ask, caressing his hair now.

“She said I’m selfish in bed. Me! Can you believe that?!”

You hesitate. “Well, honey, I can’t say for sure, I haven’t gotten the chance to… test the engine, as it were.”

You laugh nervously, then Dieter raises his head much too fast and stares at you with excitement, like the best idea in the world just crossed his mind.

“Would you like to?”

Shock rushes through your body as well. “Excuse me, what?”

“Oh, this is actually perfect! This way, you can know for sure and tell me—what it is what I’m doing wrong! You can tell me if I’m selfish or not, or if that chick is just lying through her teeth.”

You frown, mouth ajar and mind filled with unwanted imagery. You clear your throat, trying to remain as calm as possible, and you move further away from him to clear your head.

“Do you hear the words that come out of your mouth?”

“I tend to be a doer rather than a thinker,” Dieter says with a coy smile on his face. “You could find that out, you know.”

“Okay, let’s—let’s take a step back. You’re drunk and high in a hotel room, recently dumped, and you’re asking your friend for pity sex. Does that sound normal to you?”

“You forgot something.”

“What?”

“Horny. I am also horny. So. With that in mind. Do you want to have sex with me?”

Your frown only deepens, and you quickly come to the conclusion that Dieter won’t budge.

“I appreciate you asking at least,” you say in the most monotone voice ever.

“Of course! See, Cynthia doesn’t know shit. I am very considerate.”

“And modest, too.”

Dieter giggles, clearly taking your sarcasm as nothing more but a sincere compliment. And given the current state he’s in, why ruin things for him?

“Look, D, I’ve been with you through it all. I was there for you when you said you were snubbed at the Oscars the first time you were nominated.”

“I was snubbed that year.”

“Of course you were. I was there for you when you thought somebody was trying to poison you because you were getting ‘too famous’ and they were jealous of you. I was there for you when you had, and I quote, ‘itchy balls’ and you insisted I take a look at your equipment.”

“I did have—“

“Anyway, I was there for you through all of that and more. But asking me to have sex with you because you’re lonely isn’t going to be one of those times.”

Dieter inches closer to you, a pout dominating his facial expression.

“But why not?” he whines.

“Because it’s weird!”

You exchange a bizarre look with him, and oh, how you wish he’d just let this go already. But if there’s anyone more determined and overly-confident than regular Dieter, is intoxicated Dieter.

“Is this about my penis?” he asks, all too seriously.

“What? No! At least I hope so.”

“Cause if it is, you don’t have to worry about it, it was just an allergic reaction. I am good to go. Ask Cynthia. Actually don’t ask her, she can go suck a lemon for all I care—“

Ah, chatty Dieter, right on time.

“This is not about your penis,” you clarify. “Although technically I guess it is, but that’s not the point. No, Dieter, I won’t have sex with you.”

Defeated, Dieter falls back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “It was worth a shot. Out of everyone I know… you’re the most perfect person I know.”

You search for his eyes, trying to find an explanation inside of them.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a deep breath, and up he stands again. “You know me the best. You’re always here…”

You take his hands into yours, hoping for the first time that night that he will remember something from tonight.

“You’re drunk and upset.”

“And horny.”

“And horny, okay. So no, I won’t have sex with you. Not like this.”

His face lights up, but you’re quick to continue, “What I meant was, why don’t you eat something to soak up the booze, have a quickie with your hand, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You’re not staying?”

“Do you want me to stay?”

He doesn’t offer you a verbal confirmation. Instead, he cups your cheeks and pulls you into a tender kiss. You are surprised, to be sure, yet you can’t help but melt into the kiss. You can feel your face burn crimson with flattery, and when the kiss is broken, disappointment is the next thing to surprise you.

“I do want you to stay, yes,” Dieter confirms.

You clear your throat again, as if that would somehow hide the redness of your cheeks.

“Just to be clear, in this scenario, there’s no hand quickie. And before you ask, not from me, not from yourself.”

Upset, Dieter nods in agreement, watching your every movement across the room. He feels the concoction of substances diminish their lingering effects on him, starting to sober up and see things in a whole new light.

Maybe this breakup is just what he needed after all.

Damn, he hates it when the drugs wear off.

The moment of euphoria and subsequent shoveling down of feelings has long passed, and all that Dieter has now is a hangover, a sentiment of disappointment and a throbbing headache.

He turns around and nearly gasps out loud when he sees you coming out of the bathroom. He says your name in the most confusing manner, and you smile.

“Morning, sunshine!”

Dieter makes a face, much to your amusement, and you decide, in the spur of the moment, to spare him from opening the curtains.

“That was way too loud,” he complains.

“Sorry. How are you feeling?”

He stands up halfway and stares at you with the most unimpressed glare, hair a complete mess. You refrain yourself from giggling.

“Sorry again,” you say. “There’s a sandwich for you on the nightstand, next to a cup of coffee and water to take the Advil with.”

“Oh, God bless you.”

Dieter practically jumps out of bed to eat and take the cure against the nasty headache, all under your studious eyes.

You’ve spent the night barely breathing, replaying that kiss over and over in your head. You probably shouldn’t have, but it was Dieter’s fault. If he didn’t want you thinking about it, then maybe he shouldn’t have kissed you.

Now that doesn’t make any fucking sense.

It was a momentary lack of judgment. No, scratch that. It was poor judgment on his part. And on yours, since you stupidly reciprocated the kiss.

Bottom line is, there shouldn’t have been any kissing. He wasn’t in a good mental place and he needed some attention.

Yeah, that was it. No big deal.

“So…” you clear your throat and look over at him, making sure he’s taking the Advil. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

On the edge of the bed and with the much needed coffee in his hand, Dieter ponders over last night. He remarks the fact that he’s only in his underwear, which raises some questions.

“I know I was upset about Cynthia, but… everything else is a blur,” he admits, slightly confused.

“Right. Right. Uh… oof. Okay.”

“Did something happen?”

You falter, and it only makes him more concerned. “Did it?!” he insists.

“No! No. No reason to worry.”

“Oh. That’s good then, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. But uh… you did ask to see me. Repeatedly. In fact, from what Dianne told me, you’ve been saying my name on a loop, demanding I’d come here.”

It’s all starting to come back to Dieter, slowly yet surely, and what do you know, the embarrassment rises.

“Oh yeah… damn it, you can’t keep any secret from Dianne.”

“You can’t.”

Dieter frowns, albeit your chuckle. “But don’t blame her, it’s her job. She’s your assistant after all.”

“You were my assistant once. And look at you now.”

“Yeah, great development on my part. Listen.”

You sit on the bed next to him, unsure how to proceed with your confession.

“When I came here last night, you were… in pretty bad shape. Upset and drunk and… apparently horny…”

“I didn’t take my penis out and start doing the helicopter again, did I?”

“When did you ever—you know what, nevermind, I don’t wanna know. Stop talking about your penis. I’ve heard enough about it. And the one time I’ve seen it wasn’t pleasant.”

Dieter conforms, remaining silent for the time being. It’s a premiere, given how he always finds a way to make things about himself.

“What I meant to say is, after I got here, you told me about the breakup and then you kind of… kissed me.”

Still speechless, Dieter starts trying to remember the exact moment you mentioned. Suddenly, his throat feels drier than the desert, his own boxer briefs chafing against his skin like the most uncomfortable piece of clothing.

“Uh—“he contemplates, visibly disheveled still.

“It’s not a big deal,” you try to coax him. “You were not in the best shape and you were seeking comfort and—“

“Sorry about that.”

“Pshh. No need to apologize. It—it was—it was a nice kiss. Very… very nice.”

You didn’t expect to get flustered, truth be told, and it completely sneaks up on you. You feel your cheeks get flushed, looking away from Dieter as you try to not appear affected by the memory of that kiss.

And how it definitely did not haunt you in your sleep last night.

How did this happen? Were those some dormant feelings that the kiss had awakened? Did you always feel this way about this ridiculously dramatic man and you didn’t even realize it?

On some level, you suppose it makes sense. You’ve always been there for each other, through the wildest, best and worst moments in each other’s lives and at the end of the day, you stayed.

“Not to brag, but I have kissed plenty before and have been kissed. I know what I’m doing,” Dieter shrugs to your amusement.

“Clearly,” you smile.

“So… did that do anything for you or?”

Baffled, you search his face in order to determine whether he’s serious or not. But the rather smug smile on his face, paired with his wide, puppy eyes are a recipe for impending trouble.

“Are you—are you being serious right now?” you can’t help but ask.

“What makes you think I’m not?”

You get the sudden urge to stand up and walk around the room, unable to stare into his eyes for too long.

“Because! Because you’re you! You’re the most ridiculous, theatrical man I have ever met! Even your name, I mean come on, who has a name like that?!”

Dieter frowns, hands intertwined in his lap. “I do.”

“That’s my point! I mean, you’re fun and eccentric and… we’re friends. Just because you kissed me when you felt lonely and I’ve spent the whole night thinking about it doesn’t mean anything.”

The words erupt from your mouth faster than you can catch onto them. You stop abruptly, on account of Dieter’s facial expression.

“You—“he begins, but you’re quickly making a motion to dismiss the rest of his question.

“Let’s pretend like I didn’t just say that,” you smile nervously, avoiding his glare and the mention of your name. “Nope, we’re not doing this.”

“But you said—“

“I did not say anything, okay? I did not say anything about that goddamn kiss, and you did not hear it because I didn’t say it.”

“Who’s the weirdo now?”

You keep pacing around the room, like that would bring you some sort of comfort. Except it does not. It only exasperates you and makes you feel like the worst type of human being ever.

Though why should you feel that way? Sure, hearing Dieter confess—more or less—that he’s into you is surprising, but… what if it’s just a pretext to get in your pants? You don’t want this to be a one night stand. You’re—friends. You care about the man.

“What kind of game are you playing?” you ask, hands on your hips and eyes narrow in his direction.

Surprised, Dieter makes an offended face, hands frozen mid-air. “There’s no game, what are you on about?”

“I am on about the fact that you’re… a very sociable person—“

“This better not be a stab at the time I was going around asking men and women if they wanted to sleep with me.”

“Calm the hell down, this is not about you being bi.”

“I’m not—oh! Huh. I guess I am.”

“Yeah, good morning. Anyway, we’re friends, and if this is just something to get the edge off, I’m not interested.”

Dieter approaches you, and you notice the immediate shift in his facial expression. He’s not coy, nor arrogant, nothing. Matter of fact, he seems sympathetic and—normal.

“I know we’re friends or whatever, but you gotta realize we are both hot people in their prime and it would be a shame to not act upon it,” he says.

Spoke too soon.

“And I think you’re like, the greatest person I know, and… you’re perfect.”

Oh.

“I’m far from perfect,” you say, despite the crimson burn in your cheeks indicating flattery.

“You’re already there.”

You chuckle nervously, almost too flustered to even look at him; but once you do, you see his face radiating with enthusiasm and an almost child-like neediness that brings you to your knees.

“I’m not,” you almost whisper, distraught by your own thoughts and emotions, particularly the kiss’ memory haunting you yet again.

“But you are.”

He says that whilst his face dares inch closer to yours and you can’t really hold it together anymore.

Okay, so it might be possible that you’ve been nesting feelings for this man for quite some time.

“Don’t overthink this,” you warn him.

Dieter blinks several times, his smile fading once you cup his cheeks and pull him closer to you, pressing your lips against his. And then all you know is a raging fire.

This is insane. It’s just wild how insatiable you feel all of a sudden because of one silly little kiss that now turns sloppy and wet. And you know you probably shouldn’t be doing this because he might still be hungover, but it feels too good to stop.

Especially when you feel his hands going from your arms to your hips, then shifting so that he fondles your breasts. You moan into the kiss, and you moan some more as his lips leave a wet trail down your jaw and neck, stopping there to suck on a spot that makes you irrationally wet.

“Wait, wait a minute,” you barely manage to whisper.

Dieter keeps going with his ministrations over your breasts and your neck, barely hearing you. It’s only when you tap his shoulder a few times that he lifts his head from where he previously was, his messy hair all over the place, much like the man himself.

“You’re killing me here,” Dieter complains.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

Dieter frowns. “No offense, but what the hell are you on, woman?”

You snicker, huffing and trying to gather your thoughts.

“You’ve had a pretty rough night last night,” you say. “You were in a pretty vulnerable spot and if this is a way to make yourself better, then we’ll screw this up for nothing.”

“I wouldn’t say for nothing—“

Upon seeing your face, Dieter sports a coy smile, staring at your lips all the while.

“I’m doing great,” he tells you. “A little confused after some stuff I did last night, but nothing out of the ordinary.”

“I figured.”

“Point is, we’re both here, and we’re both in need for some attention… would you please just let me fuck you?”

You nearly choke on air when you hear that. It’s the way he says it, so carelessly, so needy and yet so tender that makes you weak.

“So I can tell you if you’re being selfish in bed like Cynthia said?” you ask just as coyly.

Dieter smirks. The son of a bitch, of course he does.

“So we can start the day right and let me prove to you that I am worthy of having you.”

He doesn’t really wait for you to offer any other response and just smashes his mouth on yours, far greedier than before. You embrace it this time, giving in completely.

His tongue darts inside your mouth, boldly touching spots you weren’t even aware could turn you on, but they do. It’s already filthy by default, but you wouldn’t expect anything less from the man. His calloused hands dominate your body as he switches you both so that he’s on top. Luckily for him, he’s still in the underwear and robe from last night, so there isn’t much effort required on his part to dispose of the materials standing in the way of pure bliss.

So his attention shifts solely on you. He looks in a trance as you undress yourself, slightly self-conscious and hyper aware of what you’re about to do. But Dieter’s not a very patient or organized man; the next thing you know, he’s harshly pulling on your panties, dragging them down your legs and throwing them somewhere carelessly. You stifle a gasp, followed by holding your breath when Dieter stands before you, naked and fully erect.

Shit.

Frankly, you hadn’t expected him to be so well-endowed—since the only memory you have of his private parts is not one you’d like to recall—and your facial expression aids you in no way in trying to conceal your surprise.

“See something you like?” Dieter asks conceitedly.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” you say and pull him down to kiss him again.

You run his fingers through his messy hair, the same hair that Dieter asked you one too many times to hold while he was throwing up, and you realize just how much you’ve craved this subconsciously. It feels right—in all the bizarre ways.

And your body knows that, too: you arch your back against the sheets as his lips travel down the curves of your body, fast approaching your navel and inevitably, your most sensitive area.

Without any warning, you feel his tongue diving right in, spreading your legs in the process and grunting, taking his first sip of your growing arousal. You start to doubt everything there ever was between you and Dieter, realizing that maybe there was a little more boiling underneath the “friends” shield you put up.

“Fuck, your pussy’s good,” you hear him say from in between your legs.

Now that’s more in tone with his persona.

You can only mewl and huff in between licks, unable to move your eyes away from the sight of him buried in your most sensitive spot. You watch, lost in a magnetic trance, slowly beginning to feel that oh-so-desired burn spread throughout your body, settling in your lower belly.

“Oh, shit—shitshitshit—“

Dieter grins, boldly adding two fingers to his ministration over your cunt; he pumps them speedily in and out, curling them and smiling some more when your mouth forms the perfect O, stuck on an endless loop of auditory pleasure. The pressure he applies, paired with the occasional licks and obscene slurps, conspire against you and your sanity.

Your mouth waters, your breaths hitch and your body aches, badly needing to cum.

And just like that, the pressure and the buildup are gone.

You stare at him bewildered, demanding an explanation. But once again, Dieter proves to live up to his name and reputation: he licks his fingers under your careful supervision, and you nearly crumble on the spot.

“Not making a valid point in your ‘not being selfish’ case,” you murmur, still reeling from having your pleasure taken away from you so abruptly.

“Trust me,” Dieter grins, and wraps his hand around his cock.

He gives himself a few strokes, his eyes never leaving your overly-stimulated pussy. The sight of you lying there before him, legs spread and thighs glistening with arousal he had created has him weaker and more turned on than he would’ve ever thought.

By the time he fits the bulbous tip past your soaked lips—just the tip, nothing more yet—you moan louder, and even Dieter can’t help himself.

“You like this, hm?” he teases, and you nod frantically. “Fuck, you’re dripping onto me, babe… did I get you this worked up?”

Dieter keeps pushing the tip in, then taking it out and doing it over and over. He’s clearly toying with you, testing you to see how much you can take before you snap, and hell, it’s working.

But you don’t say it: instead, the next time he fits the tip past your lips, you clench around it, hard. The notable expression on his face makes it worth the effort, and you’re the one who smiles this time around.

“What, you think you’re the only one who can play?” you tease him in return, grinning.

“Fine. Fuck it. I’m done playing.”

And he means it.

He pushes into you, filling you up to the brim and smiling to himself when your mouth remains ajar at the pleasurable shock you feel in your body. He’s big and thick and Jesus, you could come just by sitting like that. But of course, this isn’t what an actor and man of his size and reputation does.

Dieter grabs hold of your thighs and starts railing you as fast as he can. The only sounds left now in the room are your respective breaths, grunts and moans, and the glib sounds emerging from where your bodies are joined. His balls slap against your ass and his cock pushes deeply inside you, reaching a spot even you haven’t found on your most adventurous and lonely nights.

No more teasing from either of your sides, just neediness in the form of rough and filthy sex. One of his hands boldly reaches to play with your right breast, squeezing it and then pinching the nipple till it pebbles under his touch. He could easily start slobbering over the filthy imagery the two of you are creating, but he holds it in.

Unlike his orgasm, which arrives rapidly and almost unexpectedly.

He pulls out just as you reach to play with your clit, your motions fast and eager to reach your own high. He strokes himself to completion, spilling his seed all over your tummy and breasts, and a little over your open mouth too. When he sees you cheekily removing the excess cum from your chest and taking it to your mouth after having just played with yourself too, he feels his cock twitch and hurt in agony and ecstasy alike.

“You like it dirty, don’t you?” Dieter asks with half a smile, nearly out of breath.

You shrug, blissfully reeling from your orgasm. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Dieter collapses next to you, struggling to catch his breath. Then he turns to you, curiosity getting the best of him yet again.

“So?” he asks.

“What?”

“Am I selfish in bed or not?”

You chuckle. “I can safely say you’re not.”

You hear him exhale, clearly feeling at ease, and you chuckle again.

“Although it would’ve been good to come when you were inside of me,” you add.

You know that strikes a chord with his ego. When he turns to face you, appearing insulted, you are proven correct.

“The day just started,” Dieter seems to warn.

“Think you can go again?”

“Woman, I can and will fuck you till your eyes go into the back of your head.”

You both smile, pleasantly surprised by your respective reactions.

“Whatever happened to your fear about this friendship?” Dieter checks, mentally preparing himself.

“Eh, we weren’t that close anyway. How can you ruin a friendship with sex?”

“Let’s find out.”

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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I’m not sure if you do platonic relationships or not but if you do, may I please request the following idea. Reader is Lloyd’s twin sister and they were very close to each other. Then the Grundel incident happened reader didn’t go to the comic book store so the tomorrow tea thing only happened to Lloyd. So now everything is different to reader because her twin is now older than her and is too busy training for her. It causes reader to act out and take all her anger and sadness out on Lloyd. I hope this made sense I have a hard time getting my thoughts into words. Thank you

Sure thing!

Word count: 735

Ninjago - Being Lloyd’s Younger Twin After The Tomorrow’s Tea Incident

You heard the door open. You didn’t need to look up; you already knew who it was.

“Woah, is that the new Starfarer comic? Can I read it when you’re done?”

“No. You should’ve gotten your own copy,” you shot back, still not looking up.

Lloyd, as if oblivious to the venom in your voice, calmly replied: “I would’ve, but I was busy.”

“You’re always busy these days,” you grumbled. Then, clapping the comic shut, you fired up. “Maybe if you cared about anything other than your stupid training, you wouldn’t be so ‘busy’ all the time!”

Lloyd straightened himself, taken aback at your sudden outburst. “Y/n, you know I have to prepare for the final—”

“Yeah, yeah, your stupid destiny nonsense. You’re just perfectly justified, aren’t you? Leaving your own twin—or do you think of me more as a stupid little sibling now?—in the dust!”

“Why are you talking to me like this?”

You just scoffed, shaking your head and throwing your hands up in exasperation. “He’s got a divine destiny, but not eyes or ears, apparently.”

Lloyd’s fists slowly released from their balled up forms. With a sigh, Lloyd sat down on the floor across from you. “Ever since I got bigger, you’ve been treating me differently. You’re meaner. Is it because you think I don’t care about you anymore?”

You crossed your arms, avoiding his gaze. “Ever since you got bigger, you’ve been treating me differently,” you muttered. “It’s hard not to think that.”

Lloyd held out his palm. “Y/n, you know I love you more than anything. You’re my twin. You always will be. That hasn’t changed just because I’m bigger now.”

“But you don’t have time for me anymore.”

Lloyd let out a noise that was somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. “I don’t have time for anything these days.”

For the first time since he entered the room, you looked him in the eye. You could see faint bags under his eyes, and quite frankly he was looking a little ill. You wondered if he even had time to sleep, considering his last statement.

With a sudden pang of guilt, you placed your hand on his palm that was still hanging in the air. His hand was much bigger than yours, and when he squeezed your entire hand disappeared from view. You noticed bruises on his knuckles.

“They’re working you too hard.”

“Don’t blame them. It’s my own choice. I just… I don’t feel ready. I still feel like a kid.”

“You don’t act like one.”

“I don’t look like one, either.” Lloyd ran a hand through his hair and down the side of his face, his expression looking as if contemplating his new appearance. “But I still am, on the inside.”

“…you’re still Lloyd? Like, my Lloyd?” You tested, searching his eyes and finding a look identical to the one you knew. You smiled at the exact same time, your mirrored grins obvious proof that you two were related.

“Of course. And I want to read Starfarer with you.”

You scooted aside, permitting him to take up the spot next to you. He reached to open the front page, but you held it shut with your hand.

“I want to apologize first. I know you’ve had a lot on your plate. I… I just don’t want to get left behind.”

“I’ll never leave you behind, Y/n. Even if they turn me into a senile old man, I’ll always stick with you.” He slung his arm around you, pressing you to his side. “I want to apologize for making you feel that way.”

You shrugged, closing your eyes for a moment while you leaned into his touch.

“Okay, we can start reading now. You deserve a break.”

“And you deserve some time with your beloved twin.”

You gave him a playful shove as you flipped open the first page. He was right, though. Your behavior might not have shown it, what with you always snapping at him, but you really did miss little moments like these. You resolved to treat him better in the future; maybe you’d earn more time with him. You never knew when that final battle would come, nor did you know whether he’d survive. But you pushed those thoughts away for now. Now, you needed to be present. Or else you might miss what your favorite hero was up to.

Thank you for your request! And thanks for reading, take care lovelies <33

(divider by saradika)

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onyxino · 3 months

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Break Me Down

Lieutenant!Muken!Aizen x Captain!Reader

WC: 3.8k

CW: Creampie, riding, soft sex, Oral (M&F receiving), Virginity loss (M). Slight Dom and Sub dynamic. Touched Starved Aizen. lil OOC/soft Aizen. If there is anything else lemme know <3

I'm always of two minds on Aizen's sexual experience, on one hand he gives off the aura of 'THIS GUY FUCKS' but on the other hand I really don't think he would have the time or desire due to being more concentrated on his plans. So today I decided to play with the idea of Aizen having little to no sexual experience. Hope you enjoy! Prolly grammar and spelling mistakes but idc I'm human and yall just read for the fucking so .

this is just a conjuring of my delulu mind

You couldn’t believe it when they exonerated him.

You couldn’t believe it when Kisuke found a way to remove the Hougyoku from his chest without killing him.

You couldn’t believe it when they simply just placed him in your squad. With the head captain's only statement on the matter being “Captain (Name) can handle him if he gets out of control.”

Then you really really couldn’t believe it when you appointed him to be your lieutenant.

He had really proven himself to you, he seemed remorseful for his actions. He no longer wished for the fall of the soul society he wanted quite the opposite actually, he seemed to have been changing right before your very eyes.

At first even though you treated him with the same respect as you did your other subordinates but you limited your contact with him to just bare minimum, the stigma around him was just too strong.

Then one day you caught him sitting on his own underneath a shady tree and decided to join him, he looked so lonely and in a weird way you felt sadness for him.

The way his face twisted up in shock at your presence sealed in all of your assumptions. He wasn’t used to someone just willingly being in his company, he wasn’t used to human interaction at all.

As time passed you joined him under that tree any chance you could. You took your time and actually had meaningful conversations with him. You learned that you two enjoyed a lot of the same things. That’s when you decided that he would make a splendid lieutenant for you.

Aizen declined the offer at first stating that he hadn't had a real chance to earn your trust yet but you insisted and he relented.

That led you to now both of you sitting in your personal quarters on the floor looking and digging through old files looking for a specific report that would aid squad 12 in some research they were conducting.

You sighed and pinched your bridge. It was near midnight at this point and your eyes were starting to betray you, lids becoming heavier each time you blinked.

Aizen also felt the fatigue setting in, since returning to his shinigami state he realized how easily it was to become exhausted.

“Welp Lieutenant of mine, I really don't know if we have a shot at finding this report for them!” You said a yawn forming as you stretched your arms into the air.

“Agreed, my head is starting to hurt.” Aizen replied, running a hand over his partially covered face. It's true the headaches that have been coming and going since returning to his shinigami state had been killer. One of the many, many side effects his body had been enduring over the course of the last year or so.

“Oh damn, another headache again, Sosuke?” You ask worry etching its way to your face.

“Yes, unfortunately. Urahara said that they will lessen in time though.” You nod your head at his reply before slowly standing up.

“Would you like some tea then? I have chamomile, which works wonderfully for headaches.” You offer walking over to your kitchenette

“Yes captain, please.” Sosuke had taken this moment to let his composure falter while your back was turned. Slouching forward he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Having put the electric kettle on to heat making note that the timer would go off in 10 minutes and the kettle would shut off. Swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t forget about it this time you turn and you catch your eyepatched subordinate in this state.

You felt your heart lurch a little for him “Do you want me to try something that my mom always did for me when I got bad headaches?” you asked, retaking your seat in front of him.

He opened his eye a little and nodded, “I’m willing to try just about anything at this point.”

You nodded back at him and scooted a little bit closer just within arms length, you took note of how he flinched slightly at your movement “It involves me touching your head, if that's okay?”

All he did was a nod and you slowly reached your arms forward, slotting your digits into the brunette’s hair. He shuddered slightly at the contact, you massage his scalp digging your nails in ever so slightly.

Sosuke seemed to be enjoying it and it seemed to be alleviating some of the discomfort. You frowned slightly at the strap of the eyepatch getting in the way, your nimble fingers went for its buckle at the back of his head.

“Wait!” Sosuke almost yelped as his hands wrapped around your wrists stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” panic ran through you. You have never been able to get this close to him, the thought of crossing a boundary and having him regress on you made you feel ill.

“N-No, it’s just some parts of me are still- My eye it’s still discolored.” He explained quietly, still having your wrists in his hold.

“Sosuke.” The way his name slipped off your tongue in such a sweet fashion had him slightly shivering “It’s okay, I just wanna be able to message your head better, can I please take it off? I won’t judge you, I’m your captain, this is a safe space.”

He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding “Very well.”

You smiled at him and he swore the heart he insisted he never had stopped.

You slowly remove the eyepatch from his head and let it fall to the ground, you then return to lightly massaging his scalp.

You were right, he thought, this does feel a whole lot better.

Keeping his eyes closed he leaned into your touch more and let himself get lost in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair.

Then he whimpered,

You paused and his eyes shot open in disbelief.

It was a small one but it was unmistakable, Sosuke Aizen just whimpered and you were the one who pulled it from him.

“I-”

“Wow, you really are touch starved aren’t you?” You ask a sympathetic look gracing your features, you dug your nails in just slightly harder. Testing the waters.

This had him inhaling a sharp breath “N-Never been touched like this.”

“I can tell, do you want me to keep going?” You ask cocking your head to the side.

“Yes, keep going but I need you closer.” Before even registering what he had said you felt a soft but strong grip on your hips pulling you into his lap. He lifted you like you were made of nothing.

You found yourself straddling his lap, chests smooshed together and faces dangerously close, It was your turn to take in a sharp breath. A hot feeling coursing its way throughout your body.

You can’t remember who did it first but in a fraction of a second your lips were connected, Aizen’s hands running up and down your sides. He was already a whimpering whiny mess in your arms, just from kissing you. He felt like he was going to explode when you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

It was sloppy, but it was passionate. He craved more, he never experienced wanting like this. Wanting another person. His hands further their exploration sliding their way up to your chest squeezing breasts roughly, you moaned into his mouth and it only fueled the fire, sending blood straight to his hardening cock.

You both parted from the intense makeout session with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Heavy breathing just staring into each others eyes, taking this time to admire his slightly fucked out features.

Man, if this has him fucked out just imagine what sex would do to him you thought.

Thinking of having him in such a state had heat pooling in your core, without thinking you slowly grind your hips into his.

He yelped at the friction “(name)” he pleaded, and you did it again.

“D-do you wanna keep going?” You sheepishly ask burying your face into his neck placing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh leading up to his jaw line.

“I’ve never-”

He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, you understood completely. You pulled away from his neck and gave him a soft smile. “I can lead. I want you, Sosuke.” your hands rubbed up and down his shoulders in a comforting motion.

He sucked in a jagged breath “Please.”

“Please what, Sosuke? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me.” He panted, gripping your hips and pulling your clothed cores closer to each other in a desperate attempt to gain friction.

You placed a soft kiss to his lips before standing from him, he looked confused and almost sad at the loss of contact you couldn’t help but giggle at him. Sticking your hand out, he grabbed it and you led him over to the futon before gently pushing him down on it.

His breathing picked up once again as you kneeled over him. “Relax, at any time you wanna stop, just tell me and we will.”

He nodded in understanding at this and licked his lips as he watched you go for the knot tied in front of your shinigami uniform. Suddenly a surge of urgency ran through his body as he shot up and stopped your hands from continuing their action.

Your eyes shot up to him, worry spread throughout your body, had he changed his mind all of a sudden? Was something wrong?

“I want to undress you.” This statement sent a rush of liquid into your already damp panties.

You pulled your hands away from the semi untied knot of your uniform and allowed his hands to take their place. He was slow and gentle with it as you pulled the knot loose and went to work on your top. The way his face gained a new shade of red as he exposed your bare chest to himself had you breathing heavily.

He wasted no time exploring the new territory, the way your breasts fit perfectly into his hands had him in awe. He was a fast learner too, as to be expected he picked up quickly on what made those little noises he’d come to like so much fall from your mouth.

He noticed how sensitive your nipples were and little flicks and taps turned into rough pinches and pulls. “F-fuck, Sosuke. That’s so good.” You mewled as his lips attached to your right nipple and his hand continued to assault the left one.

Slotting your hands into his hair you slowly pulled him away from your chest, “I need you here though.” guiding his hands down to your bottoms, he picked up on exactly what you needed and he was quick to remove the rest of your clothing.

The sight before him was like no other, you laid out legs spread open for him. He may have been a virgin but he knew exactly where women liked to be touched. It took him no time to locate your bundle of nerves rubbing slow and soft circles against it.

“Can I taste you?” The request sent shivers down your spine.

“Only if I get to return the favor.” You said cheekily as you combed your fingers through his dark brown hair.

He swiftly lowered himself between your legs and applied a rough suck to your clit, the action caused a guttural moan to leave your lips. The hand in his hair tugging lightly was now gripping it aggressively pulling his face into your heat. Your other arm laid itself across your eyes unable to contain your embarrassment at your noises and sounds.

This did not go unnoticed by Aizen who detached his mouth from your heat and leaned up to remove your arm from your eyes “Don’t, I want you to look at me, if you look away or close your eyes I will stop.”

You took in a sharp breath at this, this was the first showing of his dominance you have seen through this entire ordeal. You said you would lead but it was short lived once Aizen got the hang of this particular task. He needed your eye contact, he needed you to see him making you feel this good. You needed to know it was him and only him who could do this to you.

You maintained eye contact as he lapped and sucked at your clit, you gasped lightly as the intrusion of a long slender finger into your walls “Sosuke!” You cried as his finger curled up and he began to softly move it in and out of you.

“More a-and faster, please.” You pleaded, these pleas did not fall on deaf ears.

Aizen then added another finger and increased his speed, drinking up your arousal while listening to the sweet noises that tumbled from your shaky lips. It was a new form of heaven for him.

“S-sosuke- I’m really, really close.” You mewl pulling his face into your cunt, he increased his speed just a little bit more and sucked just a little bit harder on your clit but it was enough to send you falling over the edge. The sound of his name broken and falling from your lips had him grind into the futon below it was a high he knew he’d soon be addicted to.

Your breaths soon steadied as Aizen lifted himself over top of you taking in your form, your eyes met his and you gave him the sweetest smile he thought he’d ever seen, it filled his chest with warmth. “Thank you, that was so good, but now it's your turn.”

The warmth in his chest rose to his cheeks as you flipped your bodies in an instant demonstrating your strength just as he had earlier. Now you were sat on top of him grinding your naked core against his clothed one, the repeated action provided some friction but not enough and it was frustrating to him but not as frustrating as the moment you ceased all movement and removed yourself from his body.

His mouth hung open and he looked at you in disbelief “Don’t look at me like that, lieutenant. I have to undress you too don’t I?”

The realization hit him and had him slightly embarrassed, the pink dusting his cheeks turning a darker shade. Your hands went to the knot in the front of his uniform and with a simple tug it came undone, you decided to tease him with this and keep your movements slow. Aizen felt as if he was burning from the inside out.

He sat up slightly so that you could pull the top portion of his shinigami uniform off. You gasped slightly at the sight before you, he was absolutely gorgeous, like the gods chiseled his body by hand.

Too Aizen, though your gasp was one of disgust, adorned on his chest was not only the scars from the seals piercing him but also the scar left from the Hougyoku’s removal procedure. He turned his head away from your gaze fearing the worst from your silence.

“Sosuke, your body is gorgeous.” You said in awe as the tips of your fingers grazed the scars upon his chest, he shuddered at the contact.

He returned his gaze to you eyes widened slightly at the compliment. You? Find him? Gorgeous? He was pulled from his thoughts by you applying just a little bit more pressure to the center of his chest with the tips of your fingers causing him to wince slightly. This did not go unnoticed by you “Did it hurt?”

He gazed at you trying to understand the context of your question. Did what hurt? The seals piercing my chest for what felt like ions? Or the surgery that I was mostly awake for that had me feeling as if my soul was being sucked from my body? He pondered.

“Yes, it hurt. All of it hurt.” He muttered quietly.

A somber look etched its way to your features “I’m sorry, love.” leaning down you pressed your cool lips touched the scar in the center of his chest and it felt like fire had begun to run its way through his veins once more.

Lastly you began working on his bottoms, once ridding him of the garment he was fully bare in front of you. Hungry cock springing free, your eyes widened at the impressive length of his manhood. Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of trying to take all of him down your throat.

Softly wrapping your fingers around the shaft you gave him a few strokes as you settled in between his legs. A strangled groan escaped Aizen’s lips, he thought he would cum from just the contact alone. You giggled at his reaction, the noises he made had your clit throbbing and your hole clenching around nothing.

Licking from the base to the tip you wrap your lips around his head and slid him into your mouth as far as you could take him. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t reach and you began to bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks.

The pleasure was almost unbearable for Aizen, his hands found purchase in your hair swooping it back into a makeshift ponytail. He was finding it very hard to control himself, he eagerly wanted to thrust into your mouth and face fuck you until you were gagging, the thought of that had him on the brink of orgasm.

He was getting close, way too close. “Captain (Name), if you keep going like that I’m not gonna last.” the words left his mouth broken moans in between each word and you could have sworn you heard his voice crack.

You lifted your mouth from him with a obscene ‘pop’, “Fuck.” the curse fell out of his mouth as a hiss.

Wiping your mouth on your arm you settled on top of him, running your folds against his shaft, fingers digging into his shoulders every time his tip bumped into your clit. Aizen’s grip was ironclad on your hips helping you drag them back and forth on his member.

“I need to be inside you.” He pleaded his nails leaving crescent shaped marks into your skin that will no doubt be bruised come morning.

Listening to his pleas, you lifted yourself up and aligned him with your entrance, sinking yourself down just enough to have his tip buried in you. A throaty gasp left Aizen’s lips, silently praising and cursing you in the same thought.

“You’re gonna drag this out aren’t you, little minx.” He accused, head thrown back in pleasure.

You couldn’t hide the smirk playing on your lips, you had to tease him just a little “You can take it.”

In one swift motion you let yourself completely sink down on to his cock. You knocked your head back, eyes rolling ever so slightly at the delicious stretch of his girth. You couldn’t help but clamp down around him as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re so tight.” He hissed, eyes glued shut focused on not coming to an end just from being sheathed inside you.

You rolled your hips just a little and the moan that fell from his lips was obscene. You slowly bounced yourself on his cock it was like torture for the man below you, he was getting very impatient. He bucked his hips rough up into you cause your rhythm to falter “Faster, please- I”

You silenced his pleas by giving him exactly what he wanted. You picked up the pace and he met you halfway as he thrusted up into you, cock kissing your cervix with each thrust.

He couldn’t contain the whimpers and pants rolling off his tongue. He looks so fucked out and on the edge. A particularly hard thrust from Aizen brought you out of your thoughts back into reality.

His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, groping them and gripping them hard, those will also undoubtedly become bruises come sunrise.

“F-fuck, Sosuke. You’re doing so good, fucking me so good.” you whine tossing your head back and raking your nails down his chest leaving little red lines behind.

All he could muster in response was obscene moans and whiny breaths. You take a moment to drink in his image, he is beyond fucked out. His hair everywhere, his mouth a gape and there is a little bit of drool that slid from the corner of his mouth to the pillow below

You make note of this to tease him about later.

You bite your lip hard at the sight, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tighten up. You were getting close, really close and he was too. You walls clench around him when he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing slow circles.

“Tell me- Tell me where-” you already knew what he was getting at and you took no time with your answer.

“Inside please- need to feel it.” The thought of him cumming in you made your head spin and sent you flying off the edge. Walls squeezing against him repeatedly and the way his name fell off your tongue was pure sin.

His name sounding so debauched coming from your lips sent him over the edge with you, a rush of warmth spread through your core. You slowly rocked your hips against his working him through his orgasm, and milking his cock dry.

Taking note of each breathy whine that left his lips when your hips rocked forward.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer you laid atop his chest trying to regain your breath. His hands rub gently up and down your sides. You tilt your head upwards hoping to lock eyes with him but you are met with his eyes shut, a peaceful look etched into his features,

You admired him for a minute and a smile slowly curled on your lips as you drank him in.

“What are you smiling at?” He quipped, opening an eye to stare down at you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t jump a little bit slightly embarrassed. Just how long had he known you’d been staring?

“Oh nothing, nothing at all.” You say lifting yourself up and off him.

The sudden movement and disconnection of your conjoined bodies made a small barely audible whimper leave his lips. This did not go unnoticed by you, again you make a mental note of this to tease him about later.

“Stay here tonight, we can talk more in the morning.” You suggested as you snuggled yourself into his side.

He only nodded at the statement silently agreeing with you. He watched as your features slowly relaxed and your breathing mellowed out as sleep took you into its grasp. A sense of peace washed over him as his eyes wandered over your sleeping form.

What in the hell are you doing to me, woman.

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bed of lies ; part three

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↳ PAIRING: park sunghoon x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY: the time spent with you causes sunghoon to come the realization that he fucked up, and he fucked up bad. and thanks to jake, you also realize how badly sunghoon fucked up.

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↳ WARNINGS: cursing, alcohol, smoking, smut; protected sex, fingering, names such as slut, whore etc. minors dni!

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Sunghoon was now fully convinced he was going insane.

The feeling was almost sickening. Like a rock, it sat in his stomach from the moment he woke up until he went back to bed. The second he caught himself smiling at the notification of you texting him he realized it was all over for him. He had been laying in his bed, mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram feed when your name suddenly popped up at the top of the screen; and all of a sudden Sunghoon found himself lying in his bed with a big smile spread across his lips. It only got worse as you glanced at him in the hallways, flashing him a small smile each time; making it impossible for Sunghoon to control his emotions as he flashed you an even bigger smile back.

At this point, Sunghoon had completely forgotten about the fact that you were just supposed to be a bet. All he could think about was how incredibly cute you looked whenever you arrived at school, your eyes still a little puffy from just waking up; making Sunghoon think about how badly he wanted to fall asleep next to you in your warm bed instead of his cold one just so he could wake up by your side.

But that was until Jay pulled him back into reality and reminded him, of course. ‘’Has she fallen in love with you yet?’’ Sunghoons eyes darted over to his friend who was looking at him both his eyebrows raised, his mouth stuffed with food. ‘’What?’’ Sunghoon let out, taken by surprise by his sudden question. ‘’The bet, from what I can see you haven’t even made any progress,’’ Jay let out, his eyes still fixated on the boy seated in front of him.

Sunghoon could feel his palms getting sweaty, rubbing them against the fabric of his jeans in order to hide the fact that his friend’s question made him nervous. ‘’The bet,’’ Sunghoon mumbled, his eyes darting around the room; trying to make sure you weren’t anywhere near. ‘’You know, I don’t think the bet is necessary,’’

Jay couldn’t help but laugh at his friend's statement. ‘’Are you serious? Are you giving up already?’’ Jay chuckled, looking his friend up and down; trying to figure out why Sunghoon suddenly became so nervous. ‘’No, I just think it’s stupid.’’ Sunghoon let out in response, his eyes meeting Jay’s once again. ‘’What made you change your mind? Three weeks ago you made it seem like the best idea I’ve ever had.’’ Jay questioned, one of his eyebrows raised. Sunghoon just stared at his best friend for a minute, trying to come up with a response; a response that sounded somewhat trustworthy. ‘’I just don’t think I need to prove myself, I’m Park fucking Sunghoon at the end of the day,’’

If Jay had been suspicious before, Sunghoon was now sure he no longer was. As a big smile spread on Jay’s lips Sunghoon realized he had managed to fool his best friend, feeling like a big weight had been lifted off his shoulders. ‘’Man, you had me worried for a second,’’ Jay chuckled, his eyes glued to the food placed in front of him; picking up some food using the fork he was holding in one of his hands. ‘’Almost had me worrying you were the one who had fallen in love.’’

Snorting in response, Sunghoon shook his head. ‘’Ain’t no way.’’

The truth was that Sunghoon had officially lost his mind. He anxiously tapped his foot against the floor, trying to cover up the fact that he was scared shitless; scared that his friend would see right through him and his stupid attempts of covering up the fact that he, Park Sunghoon, was actually falling for you.

Or truth to be told, he didn’t actually know what it was he felt towards you. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint the feeling, and he had tried suppressing whatever feeling that bubbled up inside of him each time he saw you; to no avail. He wanted to believe his own words, that he wasn’t the type to actually fall in love, but the feeling inside of him whenever you flashed him a small smile told him otherwise. If Sunghoon could decide, he would want you to never find out about the stupid bet. But the universe could be very, very cruel at times and Sunghoon was well aware of it.

‘’So the bet is still on?’’

‘’You know it.’’

‘’You only have a week left, so you should probably hurry the fuck up.’’

Meanwhile, you weren’t experiencing the same luck as Sunghoon when it came to convincing your friend.

‘’Are you ever gonna tell me what happened between you and Sunghoon?’’ Yeojins question almost made you choke on the food you just shoved in your mouth. ‘’What?’’ You coughed while looking up at her, grabbing the water bottle placed in front of you. ‘’On your study date.’’

‘’We just studied,’’ You tried your best to make yourself believable, you really did. But by the look on Yeojins face, you could tell you hadn’t convinced her at all. ‘’Do you really expect me to believe that the Park Sunghoon asked you to study?’’ You glared at her for a moment, shrugging. ‘’I mean, yeah, since that’s what he did.’’ You replied, causing her to shake her head. ‘’There’s no way you two just studied.’’

You felt like you were being the worst friend ever by continuing to lie to her. At this point, you had no idea why you were still lying to her; she was your best friend after all. In the beginning, it was only because you expected it to be a one-time thing and never happen again. But it was clear that this was no longer a one-time thing, and you were now past the point of no return. The thought of Yeojin finding out about how you and Sunghoon had been hooking up with each other scared the shit out of you, to put it simply. The fact that you had been hooking up with him wasn’t the problem, no, the problem would be that you kept it a secret from her. She trusted you and told you all about her hookups, so why couldn’t you do the same?

‘’He didn’t even try to make a move on you?’’ Yeojin continued interrogating you, her eyes glued to you. ‘Well, it’s Sunghoon we’re talking about, of course he did,’’ You weren’t lying, he did make a move. ‘’But I’m not really interested.’’ That was probably the biggest lie you had ever told.

You were interested. Actually, you were incredibly interested in the dark-haired boy, probably more than you would like to admit. A part of you felt like he was just as interested in you as you were in him, at least that’s the message you got whenever he’d text you to ask if you got to school safely and if you brought lunch with you; offering to get you something otherwise, telling you how important it was for you to eat. But you couldn’t help but wonder if that was just how he treated all the girls he had hooked up with, and if you were just one of those girls.

‘’Is it because you have your eyes set on his best friend?’’ You could tell Yeojin was just trying to tease you by the smirk that was now forming on her lips, but the mention of Jake almost caused you to choke on your food; again. ‘’Jake? He has a girlfriend,’’ You replied, shaking your head as you spoke. Yeojin shrugged, the smirk on her lips growing even bigger. ‘’You know, maybe I meant Jay,’’ She chuckled, grabbing the water bottle placed in front of her. ‘’But now I’m just gonna assume it’s Jake you’re into since he was the first one who popped up in your mind.’’

You lightly smacked her arm, causing her to laugh as you shook your head; looking back down at the food placed in front of you. It wasn’t Jake you were interested in though, nor was it Jay; it was Park Sunghoon.

As the school day finally came to an end, you couldn’t wait to get home. You wanted nothing more than to lay down in your bed and just do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, maybe binge-watch some shows on Netflix or just scroll on your phone. Whatever it was you would do when you finally got home, you couldn’t wait to just relax and do something that didn’t include school.

The universe, however, seemed to have other plans for you.

Sunghoon was the last person you expected to see leaning against the wall as you shut your locker, his presence making you jump. ‘’Fuck, you scared me!’’ You exclaimed, almost dropping the keys you were holding in your hands. Sunghoon just chuckled, finding the way he scared you funny. ‘’Really? I’ve been standing here for at least a minute or two.’’

You got out of your last class quite late and not a lot of people were still in school. Some people stayed after their last class to study and some of them shared the same class as you, but the hallways were almost empty nevertheless. Because of it, you felt yourself relax; realizing there was no one near who would be able to spot you and the Park Sunghoon casually chatting. ‘’Were you spying on me? What a creep.’’ You let out, giving him a small smile. ‘’I wasn’t spying,’’ He defended himself, throwing both his hands in the air. ‘’I was simply just waiting for you to get out of class.’’ He continued. You looked at him for a moment, raising one of your eyebrows. ‘’Waiting? why?’’ You asked while shoving your keys down your bag, keeping your eyes on the boy standing in front of you.

‘’So I could ask if you wanted to hang out.’’

Your lips parted in surprise, yet you couldn’t help but admire his straightforwardness. ‘’How long have you been waiting?’’ You asked, adjusting the strap of the bag which was hanging off one of your shoulders. ‘’Not that long, about an hour,’’ He shrugged, his upper body still leaning against the lockers beside yours. ‘’You waited an hour just to ask me to hang out?’’ You replied, your lips still slightly parted in surprise. He just nodded in response, furrowing both his eyebrows. ‘’What? Is that weird?’’ He asked, now slightly panicking as he realized his actions might’ve come off as strange. He had never done this for anyone else besides his friends, especially not a girl; so how would he know?

You, on the other side, couldn’t help but feel a small grin form on your lips. Your almost taunting smile made Sunghoon feel even more uneasy, his eyes scanning your expression s he tried to figure out if you were actually taunting him or not. ‘’No,’’ You let out, your smile growing even bigger. ‘’It’s cute.’’

No one had ever called Sunghoon cute before and he was pretty sure he’d cringe if anyone else ever told him he was cute. Sunghoon was a lot of things, but cute was most definitely not one of them; the thought of someone calling him cute almost made him quiver in disgust. But as the words left your lips, he couldn’t help the warm feeling washing over him. Turns out that if it was you calling him it, he certainly didn’t mind being called cute.

Once again Sunghoon found himself placed on top of your bed with you sitting in front of him, your legs crossed over one another. ‘’It’s just not my scene,’’ You argued, deep into a conversation about how you hated going to parties. You had no idea how you ended up in a deep discussion about parties and how Sunghoon claimed it was the best part of going to college, but there you were; Sunghoon trying to convince you it was indeed the best part of going to college meanwhile you tried convincing him there was a lot of other things to enjoy in life rather than get shit face drunk every other weekend. ‘’But it’s every college student's scene! There’s more than just drinking, like the whole social concept, you know.’’ Sunghoon argued back, not ready to give up.

‘’You know, not everyone enjoys fucking random girls in the bathroom if that’s what you’re indicating.’’ You chuckled, a smirk forming on your lips. Sunghoon rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. ‘’Fuck off, I don’t do that.’’

Truth to be told, that’s exactly what he did. Or what he used to do, at least. Ever since he met you, he hadn’t even considered getting with any other girl; no matter how drunk he was. No, the only girl he had on his mind was you, the thought of fucking anyone else made him feel sick; which is exactly why your words slightly hurt him. He felt uncomfortable, his ego almost bruised, but he knew you weren’t lying. He was well aware of the fact that his image consisted of him fucking girls like it was the only thing he knew how to do, but he didn’t want you to see him like that. He wanted you to see him, not just his image.

But there was no way he’d let it show. No, he wasn’t going to show you that he was now feeling almost insecure; something he had never felt before. Instead, he decided he’d show you that you were in fact the only girl he wanted. So when he suddenly placed both his hands on your hips, pulling you on top of him; a gasp left your lips. ‘’Sunghoon!’’ You exclaimed, a giggle leaving your lips as you placed your hands on his chest in an attempt to stabilize yourself. You suddenly became aware of how close your face was to his, feeling his breath on your face. ‘’I mean it, I don’t do that shit.’’ He mumbled, his eyes darting down to your lips. A small smile formed on your lips, scanning his face. ‘’Did I hurt your ego?’’ You playfully mumbled back, your eyes meeting. He ran his tongue over his teeth as a small smirk formed on his lips, your heart racing due to how attractive he looked up close. ‘’Does that bother you?’’ He replied in a desperate attempt to conceal the fact that you did indeed hurt his ego, completely ignoring your question.

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out what he meant by his sudden question. ‘’What?’’ You let out, confusion washing over you. ‘’Me fucking other girls, does the thought of that bother you?’’ You only stared at him, not being able to utter a single word. Your mind went blank as the question left his lips, not knowing how to react nor did you know how to respond to his sudden question. He kept his eyes glued to you, scanning your face once again as he watched how nervous you became. A chuckle left his lips as he leaned towards you, bringing his face even closer to yours. ‘’The thought of you fucking other guys makes me mad, you know.’’ He mumbled, his eyes still glued to you.

Before you could even comprehend what was going on, you smashed your lips against his. His words made your heart skip a beat and you had no idea how to handle the situation, so you decided to follow your heart and do what you craved the most; to feel his lips against yours. Sunghoon quickly caught on, just as desperate as you to feel his lips agasint yours; bringing one of his hands to your face, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but whimper as his tongue entered your mouth, your hands wrapping around his neck; slightly tugging at his hair.

The kiss was intense and messy, desperate to feel each other; forcing your body as close as possible to his. Sunghoon was just as eager as you to feel your body, his hands slipping under your shirt, making it easier for him to feel your skin. ‘’Does it bother you as much as it bothers me?’’ He mumbled into the kiss, his nails digging into your sides causing a whimper to leave your lips. ‘’Yes,’’ You admitted, your words coming out shakily; a small smirk forming on his lips as he slowly guided your lower body against his crotch. ‘’Why don’t you show me how much it bothers you, hm?’’ He murmured, the bulge in his pants now being very noticeable.

You were quick to unbutton his pants, trying your best to slide them down his legs but it was incredibly hard to do so while still kissing him; causing you to whine. Sunghoon noticed your struggle and decided to help you out by sliding them down his legs himself, his lips still attached to yours. A hiss left his lips as he felt you place your hands on his now painfully hard cock, his underwear being the only thing separating your hand and his cock. ‘’Take your pants off, now.’’ He grunted, which you happily obliged. Sunghoon watched as you pulled your pants off your lower body, your lips bruised from the harsh makeout session; the sight causing Sunghoons cock to twitch in his boxers.

He was quick to attach his lips to yours once again, his fingers playing with the hem of your underwear. You desperately tried your best to grind yourself against his hard-on, desperate to feel any type of friction; but Sunghoon was quick to stop you by placing one of his hands on your hips. He ran his fingers across your still clothed core, causing a moan to leave your lips; a small smirk forming on Sunghoons lips. ‘’You’re already soaked baby,’’ He mumbled as he slowly lifted your underwear to the side, exposing your wet folds. ‘’All for me, hm?’’ He asked, looking up at you. You nodded in response, your eyes practically begging him to touch you. Suddenly you felt one of his fingers slip into you, a gasp leaving your lips followed by a moan. ‘’Sunghoon,’’ You whimpered as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you; watching as his finger disappeared into you with ease. ‘’You’re so fucking wet,’’ He grunted, adding another finger. ‘’I need your cock, Sunghoon, please,’’

Your words took him by surprise, causing him to look back up at him. He kept slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, his lips slightly parted. ‘’Are you sure? I can just keep fingering you,’’ He let out, watching you shake your head as you squirmed around his fingers. ‘’No, I need you to fuck me.’’ You replied, not feeling satisfied with just his fingers. Sunghoon kept his fingers inside of you as he scanned your face, trying to find any hint of regret or discomfort in your face; but instead, his eyes met your lustful ones which told him everything he needed to know. He quickly smashed his lips against yours once again, his fingers slipping out of you. ‘’There are condoms in the top drawer,’’ You mumbled against his lips, pointing over at your bedside table.

Sunghoon was quick to reach over and open the top drawer, grabbing a condom. He couldn’t help but wonder why you had condoms laying around, maybe you were actually fucking other guys? But he decided he would have to think about that later, being too busy pulling his now fully erect cock out of his underwear before tearing the condom package open using his teeth. He quickly rolled the condom down his length, looking back up at you. ‘’Are you sure?’’ He asked, wanting to make sure you actually wanted him to fuck you one more time. ‘’I’ve never been so sure in my entire life, Sunghoon.’’

As you felt his cock slowly stretch you out, a small moan left your lips as you grabbed onto his shoulders. ‘’Fuck,’’ Sunghoon muttered, watching you sink down on his length; trying his best not to let out a groan as he felt your wet walls pulsate around his cock. You stayed still for a moment, letting yourself get used to his girth. Sunghoon looked up at you with his lower lip in between his teeth, trying his hardest not to thrust into you from underneath. ‘’Sunghoon,’’ You whimpered, his name leaving your lips causing a groan to finally leave his lips. ‘’It’s okay, take your time baby.’’ He mumbled in response.

The second he felt you slowly start bouncing on his cock, he could no longer hold his groans in. ‘’You’re way tighter than I imagined,’’ He groaned as his head hit the headboard of your bed. He could feel your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, only heightening the feeling of euphoria he was feeling from you bouncing on his cock.

He could tell you were struggling though by the way your legs were already shaking even though you only had been riding him for about thirty seconds, placing one of his hands on your hips. ‘’Let me do it baby, let me make you feel good, okay?’’ He let out, causing you to nod. He placed his other hand on your hip as well, slowly thrusting his lower body up. A moan left your lips as he was able to go even deeper than when you were riding him.

He kept his pace slow and steady, wanting the experience to last for as long as possible. ‘’Sunghoon, please,’’ You moaned, one of your hands finding their way to your clit; slowly rubbing it. Sunghoon felt his cock twitch inside of your pussy by your action, finding you rubbing your own clit hotter than he could ever imagine. ‘’Please what baby?’’ He mumbled, not taking his eyes off you. ‘’Please, fuck me harder.’’

The words almost made Sunghoon cum right there and then. He stared at you for a moment, trying to figure out if he should listen to you and fuck you the way he wanted or if he should keep fucking you the way he was. But as his eyes met your lustful ones, he could no longer hold it back. ‘’Anything you want,’’ Before you knew it, he snapped his hips forwards; causing you to almost scream as the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot. His thrusts were now aggressive, causing you to collapse on top of him; burying your head in the pillow behind him in an attempt to block out your now loud moans.

Sunghoon, however, wasn’t having any of it. Suddenly, you felt one of his hands leave your hips and wrap around your throat instead; forcing you to look at him. ‘’I want to hear your pretty moans love,’’ He grunted, slightly squeezing your throat. No one had ever choked you before, but his fingers wrapped around your throat only made you even dizzier from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

Sunghoon continued ramming into you, his hand still tightly wrapped around your throat as he attached his lips to your collarbones; leaving sloppy kisses behind. ‘’Look at you, being such a whore for me, hm? Letting me fuck you like this,’’ He mumbled against your skin, causing you to moan even louder. ‘’Hoon,’’ You whimpered as you felt your high slowly approaching. The nickname made Sunghoon grunt, his other hand finding its way to your ass. ‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ You moaned, causing Sunghoon to land a slap against one of your buttcheeks. ‘’Touch yourself for me again baby.’’ He commanded, leaning back in the bed as he continued pounding into you; wanting to see your face as you came.

You quickly did as you were told, your fingers desperately rubbing your clit as you threw your head back in pleasure. Sunghoons thrusts only became stronger as he noticed the way your face was scrunching up, indicating that you were now extremely close to your release. ‘’Go on baby, cum all over my cock like the slut you are.’’ His words pushed you over the edge, whimpers and loud moans leaving your lips as you came all over his cock just like he had ordered you to.

The sight in front of Sunghoon also pushed him over the edge. Suddenly he felt his cock twitch and before he knew it, cum was filling the condom wrapped over his cock. Strings of curses left his mouth as he continued thrusting into you, riding both your and his own orgasm out. His thrusts slowly became sloppier as he came down from his high, the sound of both yours and his desperate pants filling the room. Your eyes fluttered open as you came down from your own high, your lips slightly parted as Sunghoons fingers slowly left your throat; taking a deep breath as you were finally able to breathe properly.

Sunghoon kept his cock inside of you for a while, not wanting to pull out, and neither did you. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment, a small smile spreading across your lips. ‘’Holy fuck Y/N.’’ Sunghoon panted, placing one of his hands on your neck as he smashed his lips against yours. You chuckled into the kiss, placing one of your hands on his bare chest. ‘’The things you do to me,’’ He mumbled, placing his forehead against your own. You felt yourself blushing at his words, trying your best to hide how embarrassed he made you feel. ‘’Hopefully they’re all good things.’’ You chuckled, placing another kiss on top of his lips. ‘’They’re more than just good things Y/N, you’re fucking amazing.’’ He let out, pulling you in for yet another kiss. This time, you felt his tongue enter your mouth; causing a whimper to leave your lips. If Park Sunghoon only knew the things he did to you as well.

‘’Sunghoon?’’ You let out as you fiddled with your fingers, watching from your bed as he pulled his pants back up. He hummed in response as he pulled his zipper up, focused on trying to get his pants on. ‘’Would you like to stay the night?’’ You asked, causing Sunghoon to look up at you. He just stared at you in shock, raising both his eyebrows. The look on his face made you question if your question was stupid, maybe he found it weird that you wanted him to stay the night; especially since you had only hung out three times in total. ‘’I mean, it’s quite late and I just thought, well, maybe you could spend the night instead of taking the bus home at this hour,’’ You quickly let out, trying to explain yourself. ‘’It’s totally fine if you think it’s weird, you don’t have to!’’ You continued, being too busy explaining yourself to notice the small smile forming on his lips.

‘’Y/N,’’ He let out, interrupting you before you could even continue rambling. You frowned as you looked over at him, now noticing the smile on his lips; he definitely thought the suggestion was weird. He made his way towards you, sitting down beside you; your eyes following his every move. You suddenly felt his hands intertwine with yours, causing your eyes to widen as you looked down at your now intertwined fingers. ‘’I’d love to stay the night.’’ He continued, your eyes meeting his.

A small smile crept onto your lips, now feeling stupid for rambling like that; embarrassment washing over you. A chuckle left Sunghoons lips as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you; placing your head on his chest. ‘’I’m glad you asked.’’ He mumbled, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head. Even though he couldn’t see it, your smile only grew bigger as the words left his lips. ‘’I do have one request though,’’ He continued, causing you to look up at him with both your eyebrows raised.

‘’Remember the ramen you offered to make me when I walked you home from that party?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’How about you make me that ramen now instead, hm?’’

Sunghoon woke up before you the following morning. At first, he was slightly confused as he opened his eyes; only to see a pair of bedsheets that didn’t belong to him, nor did the rest of the room belong to him. But as his eyes landed on your sleeping figure, he quickly realized where he was and he couldn’t help but feel a small grin form on his lips. He reached his hand towards your face, lightly pushing a few pieces of hair that had fallen onto your face as you slept away before slowly retracting it; careful not to wake you up.

It had been a long time since Sunghoon last stayed over at someone else house. He usually never stayed the night at another girl's house, and if he did he would get out of there before the girl even woke up. But as he watched you peacefully sleep next to him, your lips slightly parted and one of your arms wrapped around his stomach; he found himself never wanting to leave your bed. If it was up to him, he’d never leave the comfort he found in your warm bed, watching you sleep.

It wasn’t until your eyes fluttered open that Sunghoon realized he had been staring at you. A small smile formed on his lips as he placed his hand back on your cheek, gently stroking it using his thumb. ‘’Goodmorning,’’ He mumbled, his voice still raspy from just waking up. A small smile formed on your lips as well as your eyes fluttered shut again, trying your best to shield your eyes from the harsh sunlight coming from the window; refusing to wake up just yet. Sunghoon let out a chuckle, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you closer to him.

The box of ramen that you had prepared for him the previous night was still placed on your bedside table, not even halfway finished. He had been too busy admiring you and placing small kisses wherever he could to even finish it, so the ramen was left to turn cold; not that neither of you complained. Being in your company was way better than any ramen could ever be. ‘’What’s the time?’’ You mumbled as you placed your head on his chest, one of his hands finding its way to your hair; his fingertips rubbing your scalp. ‘’Too early.’’ He mumbled in response, earning a chuckle from you; a chuckle that made Sunghoons heart practically melt.

Sunghoon felt lucky. Maybe even accomplished, for being able to be this close to you. He had never craved this type of intimacy before, the type of intimacy that didn’t revolve around sex. No, he had never craved the type of intimacy where forehead kisses and holding hands were included. But as he found himself playing with your hair, pressing his lips against your forehead he realized that maybe this was the type of intimacy he had been craving all along. ‘’We should get up,’’ He mumbled against your skin, his lips pressing soft kisses against your forehead. You let out a sigh, wrapping an arm around his upper body as you pulled yourself closer to him. ‘’In a minute.’’ You softly let out, your eyes still closed. Sunghoon looked down at you, a small smile forming on his lips once again; how could he say no to that?

You, however, didn’t get up in a minute. A minute somehow turned into thirty minutes before Sunghoon finally managed to get you out of bed, even though he would much rather stay in bed with you he knew the two of you had to go to school and you couldn’t stay in bed all day no matter how much you wanted to. ‘’Do you want to bring something to eat? I don’t think we have enough time to have a proper breakfast,’’ You muttered as you entered the kitchen, rubbing your eyes.

Sunghoon leaned against the doorframe, watching as you tried your best to hide the fact that your eyes were still puffy from just waking up. The puffy eyes Sunghoon loved to see every morning whenever you arrived at school. ‘’Come here,’’ He suddenly let out as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. You let out a small gasp as you felt his hot breath against your throat, debating wheater you should push him away or not; not wanting to risk being late.

But with his lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, your breath hitching in your throat; you couldn’t help but place your hand on his bare bicep, the part that his t-shirt failed to cover, his skin feeling hot to the touch. ‘’We should really get going Sunghoon,’’ You mumbled, your eyes darting over to the clock hanging on your kitchen wall. He pressed a soft kiss against your neck, chuckling as he did so. ‘’School doesn’t start in another half an hour though.’’ He mumbled, his hands finding their way to your waist.

His hands slipped under your shirt, his hands gently caressing the skin above the waistline of your pants. You let out a breath, tilting your head to the side as he continued pressing feather-soft kisses against your neck.

As you stood there in your kitchen, Sunghoons hands stroking the sides of your waist as he pulled you closer; you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. You could see his dark hair in the corner of your eyes, his head dipped in between your shoulder and neck as his normally rough lips were now leaving compassionate kisses all over your neck; not leaving a single bit of skin untouched. His actions made you wonder, wonder what the relationship you and Park Sunghoon shared really meant to him. ‘’It takes about half an hour to drive from here,’’ You mumbled in response, your eyes fluttering close. He hummed against your neck, the vibrations causing you to practically melt into his touch. Truth to be told, you didn’t want to leave his grasp either.

‘’Just give me two more minutes,’’ He let out in between kisses, slightly pulling your shirt up to be able to feel your skin more easily. A small chuckle escaped your lips as your other hand found its way up his other bicep, slightly squeezing it. ‘’I don’t think we have two minutes, unless you want to get scolded by your professor.’’ Your words made Sunghoon look up at you, his lips leaving your neck; almost making you want to whine in protest. A small smile spread across his lips before pressing one last kiss to your jawline. ‘’I’ll always have two minutes to spare for you.’’

You couldn’t help but wonder if he made every girl he fucked feel this special.

‘’Y/N, please!’’ Yeojin begged, causing a sigh to leave your lips. Yeojin had been bugging you ever since you arrived at school, begging you to come with her to a party Jay was throwing. You, on the other hand, were too busy texting Sunghoon. You had absolutely no plans on going to the party Yeojin was talking about, no, you had completely other plans on your mind.

What are you doing tonight?

You read the message a couple of times, your thumb hovering over the ‘send’ button before finally pressing it, quickly locking your phone before looking up at your friend. ‘’Yeojin, I really don’t want to.’’ You groaned as you placed your phone on the table in front of you. Yeojin just stared at you before groaning in annoyance, throwing her head back. ‘’I’m literally begging you! Jay himself even invited me, I can’t turn that down,’’ She exclaimed, causing you to raise one of your eyebrows. ‘’Jay invited you?’’ You asked, her words surprising you. ‘’Y/N, I’ll do anything,’’ She continued, almost getting desperate at this point.

You, however, were still processing the fact that Jay personally had invited Yeojin. As far as you knew the two of them had never even interacted before, but who were you to wonder? Maybe the two of them knew each other and she just decided to keep it from you, just like you had done to her. You had no right to question her relationship with Jay, so you decided to just stay quiet. ‘’Is there no one else you know going?’’ You questioned her, your eyes darting over to your phone. The screen was still black, indicating that Sunghoon had yet to reply to your message. ‘’Of course there is, but that’s not the point,’’ Yeojin sighed, slumping back in her chair. ‘’The point is that I want to go with you.’’

Just as you were about to tear your eyes off your phone and look back up at your friend, getting ready to once again decline her request; your phone screen lit up. You quickly grabbed it, nibbling on your bottom lip as you unlocked the phone.

I have something important coming up tonight. Why?

You stared at the reply for a moment, letting out a small sigh in disappointment. You inhaled through your nose before locking the phone once again, your eyes darting over to your friend sitting beside you. ‘’You know what? I’ll come with you.’’

Sunghoon wasn’t lying when he told you he had something important coming up tonight, at least not in his eyes. Maybe in the eyes of others, attending your best friend's party wasn’t something important; but to Sunghoon, it was the most important thing on his list right now. Not because he felt like he had to attend his best friend's party, no, because he desperately needed to talk to Jay and the party was his best bet.

A heavy feeling settled over him as he entered his best friend's house, the loud music being heard the second he turned onto Jay’s street. He forced himself to greet the people around him with a half-assed smile as he walked through the already packed living room, making his way towards the kitchen; the place where Jay almost spent all his time during parties. ‘’Took you long enough,’’ Jay’s voice was heard from behind him, causing Sunghoon to spin around. Jay chuckled at his reaction, immediately handing him a cup filled with alcohol. ‘’My bad, I got caught up in some shit at home,’’ Sunghoon replied as he grabbed the cup from his friend, looking down at the cup as he tried to figure out what type of alcohol the cup contained.

Sunghoon hadn’t gotten caught up with something at home. It was probably one of the biggest lies he had ever told, when in reality, he had been laying in his bed; his thoughts racing as he tried to figure out a way to tell his best friend that he had fallen for you and wanted to pretend like the bet never existed in the first place. No matter how Sunghoon tried putting it, it just sounded so fucking stupid, causing him to almost have a nervous breakdown on the way to the party.

‘’It doesn’t matter, at least you’re here now,’’ Jay chuckled as he threw one of his arms around his friend's shoulders, dragging him back into the living room. Sunghoon let out a nervous chuckle, his heart racing as he tried to find the right words. ‘’Jay, I need to talk to you real quick,’’ He mumbled, looking over at his friend. Jay only smiled at the boy in response, patting his back; causing Sunghoon to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. ‘’Sure, but I have something to tell you first.’’ Jay let out, leaning closer to his friend.

“She’s here,” Jay whispered into his ear, causing Sunghoon to raise one of his eyebrows. “Who?’’ Sunghoon asked, his eyebrows still furrowed as he tried to figure out what his friend was talking about. He had only missed about an hour of the party, so there was no way his friend was already that drunk to the point where he was talking nonsense; although his breath did reek of alcohol. ‘’Take a look for yourself. But it seems like someone beat you to it though,’’ Jay chuckled, his eyes darting over to the couch placed a little further away.

Sunghoon felt sick to his stomach as he spotted you sitting on the couch, his steps immediately coming to a halt. Not only were you actually there, but you also had company. With your company being no other than Jake himself, Sunghoon felt like he was actually about to throw up any second. Sunghoons lips parted like he was about to say something, but not a single word would leave his lips; feeling like his whole world just came crashing down. Just like that, his plans went straight out the window.

Bringing the cup filled with liquor to his lips, Sunghoon downed the alcohol in one big sip. He cringed at the strong taste, but at this point, he didn’t even care. He needed that alcohol to get through the night. He dropped the now empty plastic cup on the floor, shaking his friend's arm off his shoulders. ‘’I need to get some fresh air.’’ Sunghoon mumbled, walking away before his friend could even say something; leaving Jay standing alone, dumbfounded by his sudden actions.

You had already gotten to the party way before Sunghoon. It hadn’t even been an hour, yet Yeojin had already left you alone. But to her defense, she only left to use the toilet; you had made her promise you not to run off like last time you agreed to come with her to a party, a promise she intended to keep. A sigh escaped your lips as you slumped down on the couch, bringing the cup you were holding in one of your hands to your lips as you glanced around the room. Somehow, you managed to completely miss Sunghoon walking through the packed crowd.

You did recognize one particular face though. Your eyes went wide as you spotted the boy making his way through the crowd, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. You could tell he was just as surprised to see you by the surprised look on his face, a small smile forming on his lips. Of course, you were destined to meet Jake Sim, would it really be a party without you bumping into Jake?

As Jake approached you, a feeling of deja vu washed over you. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought, of how he had approached you the exact same way last time you went to a party; giving him a small wave as he got closer. ‘’Don’t tell me you’re all on your own again?’’ Jake chuckled, causing a chuckle to leave your lips as well. ‘’No, my friend is somewhere around here.’’ You replied as he slumped down next to you, holding onto the very same red cup you were holding in one of your hands.

The last time Jake sat this close to you, butterflies filled your stomach. The way his hand had been lingering on your thigh as he spoke, combined with the way his pearly white smile had made you weak at the knees; this time, however, that feeling was nowhere to be found. Maybe because you knew he had a girlfriend this time, or maybe because the only thing you had been able to think about lately was Sunghoon; you weren’t sure which one it was. ‘’We haven’t spoken in a while.’’ He let out, your eyes meeting his.

You hummed in response, not knowing whether to tell him the truth or just make up some bullshit lie, maybe something about how you’ve been busy with school and simply forgot to text him. ‘’Yeah, sorry about that,’’ You mumbled, trying to figure out what to tell him. Luckily for you, Jake continued speaking before you could say anything else. ‘’I was kind of butthurt by you ghosting me, to be honest.’’ Jake chuckled, his eyes looking down at the cup he was holding in his hands. You stared at him for a moment, not knowing what to say next. ‘’Oh,’’ You managed to get out, playing with the rings placed on your fingers. ‘’Was it something I did? Or said?’’ He suddenly blurted out, his eyes meeting yours once again.

You raised both your eyebrows in surprise, immediately shaking your head. ‘’No, not at all!’’ You let out, still shaking your head as you spoke. ‘’You’ve done nothing wrong,’’ You continued, giving him a small smile in an attempt to reassure him. ‘’Then why? I enjoyed talking to you, a lot actually.’’ He spoke, not taking his eyes off of you; a small smile plastered on his lips as well.

A part of you felt disgusted by his words. You felt disgusted because he already had a girlfriend, yet here he was, attempting to flirt with you. ‘’I just, I would hate having another girl texting my boyfriend if I was in a relationship, you know?’’ You let out, now it was your turn to look down at the drink you were holding in your hand in an attempt to avoid his gaze. Jake’s smile faded as the words left your lips, being replaced by a frown instead. ‘’What do you mean?’’ He asked, slightly furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. ‘’I mean, I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate another girl texting you,’’ You chuckled, looking back up at him; the confused look on his face surprising you. ‘’Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend, where did you get that from?’’ He asked, not taking his eyes off you.

You raised one of your eyebrows, the smile previously plastered on your lips slowly fading away. ‘’Oh, Sunghoon told me you got back together with the girl that dumped you so I just assumed the two of you were in a relationship,’’ You managed to get out, stumbling over your own words as you tried explaining yourself; scared you had offended him by assuming. Jake just stared at you for a moment, clenching his jaw as he realized what had happened. ‘’Sunghoon told you that?’’

You slowly nodded in response, confused as to why that had anything to do with the situation. ‘’I never got back together with her.’’ He suddenly let out. You furrowed your eyebrows, slightly tilting your head as you felt yourself grow even more confused. Then why would Sunghoon tell you that he did? ‘’Maybe Sunghoon just misunderstood or something,’’ You mumbled, a snort being heard from the boy in front of you; taking you by surprise. ‘’No, that’s not it.’’ He let out, placing the red cup he was holding in his hand on the table beside him before standing up. ‘’Speaking of Sunghoon, I haven’t said hi to him yet,’’ He smiled at you, your eyes following his every movement. You stared at him for a moment, frowning. ‘’Sunghoon’s here?’’

Jake stared back at you, nodding his head. ‘’Yeah, I thought you came with him,’’ He replied, furrowing his eyebrows. You just stared at him before shaking your head, trying to figure out why Sunghoon was here when he told you he’d be busy doing something important tonight. Was a party his idea of something important? ‘’You wanna come with me?’’ Jake asked, snapping you out of your thoughts; forcing yourself to give the boy in front of you a smile. ‘’It’s okay, I’ll find him later. But you should go, we’ll talk more later, yeah?’’ You smiled at him, causing him to nod.

Your smile slowly faded away as you watched Jake disappear into the crowd of people, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Questions flooded your mind, had Sunghoon lied to you? And why did Jake react like that? It wasn’t like Sunghoon had said anything bad, and you doubted that he had lied to you, because why would he? There was no way he would actually lie to you, right?

Fiddling with a lighter while trying to light the cigarette placed between his lips as he listened to the now muffled music coming from inside the house behind him, Sunghoon found himself leaning against one of the lamp posts a little further away from the house. He barely ever smoked, only when he felt stressed; which he barely did. But tonight, he felt like he was seconds away from having a heart attack from all the stress he was currently feeling.

Maybe he was more panicked than stressed. He hadn’t expected you to show up at the party, especially since you had told him the previous night that parties most definitely weren’t your thing; but there you were, sitting on the couch with a drink in your hand. It was only a couple of days left until it officially marked one month since he first made the bet with Jay, and the thought of you finding out was eating him alive. He knew Jay probably expected him to make a big scene out of it, that he would tell you in front of the entire school how he only played you; and the thought of it made Sunghoons heart drop.

One month ago, Sunghoon probably would’ve found it funny seeing your face when he told you that you were only a bet. But one month later, a whole month of spending time and getting closer to you, the thought wasn’t as amusing anymore. No, instead the thought felt almost gut-wrenching, like he was about to throw up by just thinking about you and your face when you found out.

Sunghoon felt stupid. He felt like an absolute fool for actually catching feelings for you, for even letting himself fall for you in the first place. He thought about just completely ghosting you and never speak to you again, knowing that would probably be easier than having to see your face as you found out about his stupid fucking bet he made with Jay; but deep down he knew he couldn’t do that. No, there was no way he would ever be able to stay away from you, not when he had fallen in love with you.

‘’Hey!’’

The voice took Sunghoon by surprise, causing him to turn around. As he spotted Jake walking toward him, he felt somewhat relieved; relieved it wasn’t you walking toward him. He however completely missed the enraged look on his friends face. ‘’You want my cigarette? I don’t want it anymore,’’ Sunghoon muttered as Jake came closer, reaching his hand out for Jake to grab the cigarette. Instead, Sunghoon felt Jake place both his hands on top of his chest and before he knew it, Jake had forcefully pushed him backward; causing Sunghoon to stumble. He looked up at Jake in surprise, only now noticing the angry expression plastered on his face.

‘’What the fuck?’’ Sunghoon let out as he regained his balance, dropping the lit cigarette on the ground. ‘’What’s wrong with you?’’ Jake exclaimed, causing Sunghoon to raise both of his eyebrows; still in shock over the fact that his best friend had just pushed him, something that had never happened before. ‘’What’s wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you, why the fuck did you do that?’’

The two boys had been friends for almost a year now, yet the two of them had never gotten into an argument. Not a psychical argument, at least. ‘’It’s about Y/N,’’ Jake glared at his friend, Sunghoons lips parting in surprise. ‘’Y/N?’’ Sunghoon asked, both confusion and nervousness washing over him at the mention of your name. ‘’Don’t act fucking stupid.’’ Jake spat, still not taking his eyes off the boy. A chuckle escaped Sunghoon’s lips, finding the irony of Jake talking about you amusing. ‘’Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

‘’Don’t act like you actually care about her,’’ Sunghoon raised his eyebrows in shock, almost laughing at his friend's statement. ‘’Are you trying to tell me that you care about her?’’ Sunghoon spat back at the boy standing before him, glaring at him; now feeling offended by the boy's statement. ‘’She’s only a fucking bet to you Sunghoon,’’ Jake laughed in his friend's face, causing Sunghoon to clench his fists. ‘’So who are you to ask me if I care about her?’’ Jake hissed, his eyes burning into Sunghoons brown ones.

‘’Fuck you, you’ve literally spoken to her, what? twice?’’ Sunghoon snorted, a chuckle trailing off his lips. ‘’Because you fucking lied to her, asshole!’’ Jake exclaimed, making it obvious that he was only getting angrier by the minute; not even caring about the fact that there was now a small crowd of people forming around the two boys, their heated argument catching the attention of the people nearby. ‘’What the fuck are you talking about?’’ Sunghoon let out, raising one of his eyebrows; trying to figure out what his friend meant. ‘’Why the fuck would you tell her I’m in a relationship?’’

Right, Sunghoons little white lie. ‘’Why does it even matter? You’re my fucking best friend, you were supposed to help me, not get with her!’’ Sunghoon exclaimed, throwing both his hand up in the air as he tried to defend himself. Jake only stared at him for a moment, a chuckle trailing off his lips. ‘’Help you with what, Sunghoon?’’ Jake hissed, not taking his eyes off his friend. A groan left Sunghoons lips, rubbing his temples as he tried calming himself down. ‘’Don’t be fucking stupid, Ja-’’

‘’Actually, why don’t you tell her instead, hm? Tell her what you wanted me to help you with.’’

Confusion washed over Sunghoon as the words left Jake’s lips. He furrowed both his eyebrows, his lips slightly parted as he tried figuring out what his friend meant by telling you instead. ‘’What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’’ Sunghoon let out after a moment, his eyes still glued to the boy standing before him. Jake broke the eye contact, his eyes darting over to look at something right behind the boy; parting his lips to speak. ‘’I said, you should tell her instead.’’

As Sunghoon spun around to look at whatever his friend was looking at, he felt his heart drop. His lips slightly parted as he spotted you standing in the crowd, both your eyebrows furrowed as you stared right back at him. Sunghoon didn’t know whether to look away or to keep staring at you, his heart shattering as he watched you stare back at him with confusion written all over your face. ‘’Jake, don’t do this,’’ Sunghoon muttered as he looked back at his friend, lowering his voice as he felt his heart racing; realizing what his friend meant. ‘’You tell her right fucking now or I will.’’ Jake hissed in response, Sunghoons eyes darting around the people standing around them.

Sunghoon was now very aware of the crowd of people that had gathered around the two of them, feeling like he couldn’t breathe; fear taking over his body. ‘’For fucks sake Jake, don’t fucking do this, not here,’’ Sunghoon hissed, looking back at his friend once again; clenching his fists in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that his hands were now shaking. Not from anger though, but from fear. ‘’Or what, Sunghoon?’’ Jake exclaimed, the anger lingering in his voice was now clear as day.

Sunghoon felt like he was about to die any second. He couldn’t bring himself to look over at you, fearing that he would break down right there and then; keeping his eyes on the boy standing in front of him instead. ‘’Don’t do what, Sunghoon?’’ Your voice was the last thing Sunghoon needed to hear right now, forcing himself to look over at you.

The confusion written all over your face made his heart break even more, nibbling on his bottom lip as he desperately tried to come up with a plan to get both of you out of there before the situation could escalate even further. ‘’I promise I’ll tell you, but just not here, okay?’’ His words came out more shakily than he would’ve hoped, but at this point, he didn’t even care; his only goal being to get you as far away from this situation as possible. ‘’For fucks sake,’’ Jake groaned behind him, rubbing his temples as he spoke. ‘’You were only a fucking bet, Y/N!’’

It felt like Sunghoons world stopped spinning the moment the words left Jake's mouth, feeling like the whole universe came crashing down at him all at once as he watched your lips part; not a single word leaving your lips as you stared at Jake instead of Sunghoon. ‘’You don’t mean shit to him Y/N, he only saw you as a fucking bet,’’ Jake continued, his eyes glued on you.

Sunghoon tried to speak, but not a single word would leave his lips. Both defeat and guilt overtook his body as his eyes met yours again, your eyes now glossy and filled with both confusion and hurt. ‘’What is that supposed to mean, Sunghoon?’’ You breathed, your eyebrows slightly furrowed together. Sunghoon felt almost paralyzed, his lips parted as he desperately tried forming a sentence, but it only ended up in him stumbling over his words; not even knowing how to explain himself. ‘’He only used you to prove that he could get any girl he wanted.’’

‘’That’s enough Jake, I don’t want the neighbors calling the cops.’’ Jay’s voice suddenly hissed behind Sunghoon, but he still couldn’t bring himself to move. He felt like he was glued to the spot, his eyes not leaving you as he watched you realize what Jake had just said. ‘’What?’’ You managed to get out, your bottom lip starting to quiver; tears threatening to leave your eyes. ‘’Y/N,’’ Sunghoon breathed, not even sure if you could hear him due to how low his voice was; but if he spoke any louder, he was afraid the tears filling his eyes would spill down his cheeks.

The sight of the boy standing in front of you, the boy who had made you feel so special, suddenly made you want to throw up. Yet you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he stared right back at you, and if you would’ve looked close enough you probably would’ve noticed the tears threatening to leave his dark eyes; but you refused. You refused to stand there and watch him cry, you refused to stand there embarrassing yourself any further.

Sunghoon wanted to wrap his arms around you, and apologize over and over again; he wanted to pull you close to him, console you, but he knew there was no way he’d ever be able to do that. You were on the verge of tears because of him after all, and he was in no place to try to console you and he knew that. But as the first tear slowly made its way down your cheek, Sunghoon felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart.

As you turned around and walked away, wiping your tears away using the sleeve of your shirt; Sunghoon wanted to call out your name. He wanted to beg you to stay, to listen to him, to let him explain; anything. But as he watched you disappear in the crowd, he knew there was nothing he could do. It didn’t matter if his whole world just came crashing down, because so did yours. The universe could be very, very cruel after all.

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You removed your high heeled shoes during the elevator ride up to your floor - unable to stand their punishment for another second. Your night out with Max had lasted much longer than you had anticipated and the fatigue you were starting to feel was inevitable. You were more than ready to peel off your false eyelashes and stop feeling the pressure from the underwire of your bra.

It had been Max’s idea for the two of you to go out, because a gay club that she loved was closing down. This was being marked with a drag show, a huge amount of local performers coming out for their last time on this stage.

Prior to the show starting, you had taken a break from dancing with Max (and some new friends you were making) to message Damiano. He was currently home in Italy and you wanted to let him know not to wait up for you to come home, you were in party mode, you intended to have a damn good time.

Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. He had responded. I’ll just keep it to myself that I miss you.

Aw. I miss you too Daddy. You had enough time to send this message before you were grabbed by Max, taken to do some bright-coloured shots, with names that had gotten increasingly funnier as the night had gone on.

Then the show had begun - the music blasting as different acts took to the stage in varying styles. One drag queen performed Björk, another had six outfit reveals during the course of a single song. A Pokémon-themed number had made you lose your shit. There were drag kings in the mix. Some performers knew their lyrics better than others. You lost count of all of the times you saw someone do the splits.

With regular intervals, Max had made sure you had a glass of wine in hand for most of the night. During one of these times that she was gone at the bar, some of the friendly people you had met struck up a conversation, wanting to know how much of the show you planned to watch. When you had said that you weren’t sure (you and Max were just taking the night as it came), there was a scramble from all of them jumping in to give recommendations of which acts you had to see. They had given you close to the same line - ‘you can’t leave without seeing…’, each completing this statement with a different performer's name. You had agreed with all of their enthusiastic suggestions, ready to keep the night going.

Not long after that, you had received a new message from Damiano. I think I’m gonna go to bed, he had told you. You had exchanged ‘I love you’s and wished him sweet dreams. You checked the time before slipping your phone back into your handbag - 1AM.

About an hour later, another message came in: isn’t it past your bedtime? You hadn’t hesitated with your response: since when do I have a bedtime? He had soon sent something back: silly kitten, you don’t make or control the rules.

Before you could begin to work on your reply, Max had leaned in, getting your attention. “Should we head off soon?”

One of your new companions had heard this over the music and they jumped in to answer for you. “You can’t go yet. You’ve gotta see Glue.”

“Glue?” Max repeated, her brow in a deep crease.

They had elaborated, talking about how Glue was an amazing and unique drag queen. As you listened, you had returned your phone to the darkness of your bag. You made the decision to leave Damiano on read. It wasn’t polite, but you hadn’t felt bad about doing it. He was very keen on having you home with him, but if you made him wait, you could make him want you even more, getting you a more exciting reaction to your return.

Thinking about him calling you a brat due to this behaviour didn’t intimidate you or make you feel like you should change your tactic. If you were being a brat, it was because you could.

You had become thoroughly distracted when the show had started up again.

It had turned out that Glue was worth sticking around to watch. In a sparkly robe, with skull makeup painted on, she had been channelling a witch. There had been a lot of props on stage as she spent the duration of the heavy metal song theatrically concocting a potion, along with lip-syncing each lyric. The audience was brought into the act as she dusted her glittery potion upon spectators, as well as throwing toy frogs into the crowd.

But once she was finished, you hadn’t felt the motivation to head in the direction of the exit. You were still having a good time with Max and with no work responsibilities on the books for tomorrow, you wanted to keep soaking up this wonderful atmosphere.

“We’ll stay for one more song.” She had said to you.

At the end of the next performance, you had said the same thing to her. And it became a trend, the two of you sharing the phrase back-and-forth without showing any real interest in leaving the club.

It wasn’t until almost four o’clock that you followed through, both of you agreeing it felt like the right time to call it a night. Your ears were ringing when you had emerged onto the street, laughing at something she had said.

Then you parted, getting into different Ubers, with the promise to message one another once you were safely at home.

Sitting in the back of the car, you had opened your text conversation with Damiano again. When you hadn’t responded to the last message, he had sent a passive aggressive question mark. You didn’t acknowledge this, typing as if you were oblivious to the fact that you would be in trouble when you got home.

On the way home.

You hadn’t been surprised when his response came to you quickly, of course he hadn’t gone to sleep. You wondered if he had spent all of that time stewing while you had been dancing, cheering and laughing.

So you remembered how to get back here?

Some ways to respond had quickly come to mind as you looked at the screen of your phone. But you didn’t type out any words, you didn’t send him a single letter.

You had smiled to yourself, trying to guess at how many more spanks you had earned. Ignoring him would surely add more strikes to your overall punishment. Or maybe he wouldn’t get physical at all. You had considered this might be the time when he brought back writing lines, it felt like it had been a long time since he had taught you a lesson that way.

You unlocked the door to your home, certain that you still smelled like the club as you stepped inside. You had plans of fetching yourself a glass of water from the kitchen before seeking him out to face your consequences.

Immediately this was derailed. Because from your spot at the doorway, you could see straight into the lounge room, seeing that it was currently occupied. He was seated in the armchair, turning to look as you entered. Was he pleased to see you, relieved that you had made it home safely? You couldn’t tell, the only fitting word to describe his look was icy. He was already in character and it was time for you to catch up, to figure out how you were going to play it from here.

“Hey Daddy.” You greeted, approaching him.

“Hey yourself.” He said. He appeared mostly calm and collected, all of his simmering happening just beneath the surface. It was also the exact opposite of the energy that you had been surrounded by for so many hours.

“I thought you would be in bed.” You said. You stepped in front of the chair, it was close enough that you could have touched him, pushing his hair back from his face if you wanted to. But it felt like it would be incorrect for you to initiate the first touch.

“I couldn’t go to sleep while I’ve got something that needs to be dealt with.” He told you.

“Me?”

“That’s right.” He said. “So you think that you can get away with ignoring me? No, you silly kitty, it definitely doesn’t work like that. Go and get your ass on the bed.”

You didn’t wait, at once following along with what he said. You quickly walked out of the living room, you weren’t drunk enough to stumble any of your steps. But you had had enough to drink that you were already feeling warm and giddy.

You dropped your shoes by the door and placed your handbag on the chair that faced your vanity table. You didn’t take any of your clothes off because you hadn’t been instructed to do so. You sat down on the unmade bed, facing the doorway.

He was soon coming in to join you. He walked in to stand at the foot of the bed, instantly enforcing his authority by looming over you. You looked up at him, feeling the titillating intimidation now.

He lifted his hand to your hairline, beginning to stroke his fingers through your hair, brushing nicely against your scalp. It was soothing and if not for the stony look on his face, you might have reacted with a smile.

“I hope your night out was worth it.” He said. “Honestly, I hope you had lots of fun, because from here on out, it’s gonna be…” His hand curled into a fist around your hair, tugging hard enough to sting as your head was forced further back. “...rough.” You clearly saw the fire in his eyes when he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “What’s your safe word?”

“Pumpkin.” You supplied instantly.

“Good girl. Don’t get too used to hearing that tonight.”

Your hunger was brought to the surface, allowed to be acted upon when his lips crashed against yours. His hand released your hair, moving to hold the back of your head as he sought a deeper kiss. Your hands went to his bare biceps, gripping onto him while his tongue was gliding into your mouth.

He pushed his body weight into you, resulting in you moving backwards until your back landed on the mattress. Without hesitation, and without breaking the kiss, he climbed on top of you. He massaged your tongue with his and you could feel how short of breath you were getting.

His arm reached around you, his hand going to the centre of your back. His fingers explored, refusing to settle in one spot. He ran his hand up-and-down your spine, his fingers grabbing at the material of your dress.

“Where’s the fuckin’ zipper on this?” He asked.

You took your hands off of him. “It’s on the side, here.” You found the tab and started to pull it down, loosening the dress.

“Oh.” He recovered from this fumble, getting the zipper the rest of the way down so that he could get the velvet dress off of you. He tugged it off of your hips and then you pulled your legs free. The next thing to go were your fishnet stockings. He made quick work of removing your bra and underwear. Now, in his cotton shorts, he had the most clothes on. You knew better than to try to get these off of him at the moment - you weren’t about to rebel against the dynamic he was establishing, you had done enough rebelling for one night.

He resumed his position on top of you, his forehead resting against yours as he came in close enough for a kiss. But this didn’t come. His eyes were fixed on yours while his hands explored your nakedness. It felt like your skin scorched in response to his touch, matched by the smoulder in his look.

“I’m gonna give you something that you absolutely cannot ignore. That’s how I’m gonna correct my kitten’s behaviour.” He told you.

You nodded as you licked your lips. But he continued to pass up the opportunity to kiss you, this time he moved off of you. He instructed you to go to the head of the bed, to lie as you typically would while he left the bed.

You watched him go over to the wardrobe, opening the door and looking to the spot where the box full of sex toys sat. The item that he wanted was seemingly at the very top, because mere seconds after looking inside, he was approaching the bed with a bundle of speciality rope. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his face, showing you how much he wanted to get started on this punishment - you doubted there was a single other thought currently occupying his mind. You felt like the centre of his world.

“Hands up to the headboard.” He said, he was unwinding the length of black rope as he got closer.

You lifted your arms up above your head, lining your wrists up with one of the metal rungs of the headboard. You could see the boner developing inside of his shorts as he kneeled on the bed next to you, spotting this was just another drop to add to the hot pool of desire between your legs.

He fed one end of the rope around the rung, the approximate middle of the rope’s length rested against the metal bar. With each half of the rope, he created loops around both of your wrists. His hands were soft, as was the rope as he worked. He brought your bound wrists together, securing them in position with a couple of knots.

“How is that, it’s not too tight?” He asked, checking the look on your face.

“It’s good, Daddy.” You said.

Satisfied with his work, he moved onto the next step of his plan for punishment - this took him back to the toy box. With no time wasted searching or digging through the other objects, he plucked out the vibrating wand he had gifted to you so long ago. He carried it over to the bed, where he sat down facing you. You squirmed in your anticipation, unable to prepare yourself when you weren’t sure what he was going to do next. There was a pause before he turned the vibrator on, during which your mind raced, trying to fill in some of these blanks.

He pressed the power button and selected the speed he wanted (it sounded fast). Your legs had already been lying apart, but he grabbed your ankle with his available hand and moved it, creating a larger gap between your thighs. Then his hand went to your cunt and he used two fingers to push your labia majora back. You felt a shiver when your moist clitoris was exposed to the cool air.

He didn’t give you any kind of warm-up, just putting the toy’s vibrating head to your clitoris and all thoughts were ejected from your mind. Your heart launched into your throat as surprise flooded you. You were weak in response to the power of the toy, so many sensitivities were sparked to life in the same instant, it was too much for you to keep track of. Your jaw went slack as you struggled to adjust to the intensity.

“I have a question for you, babygirl.” He said. You forced your eyes open, looking at him through your daze as you tried to catch your breath. “How do good girls come?”

It was hard to think and it felt like your nerves were on fire. The words didn’t come immediately and you just stared at him, probably looking stupid right now. “Um, with their master?”

“No. Try again.”

You weren’t confident that you had the answer he was looking for. “Loudly?”

He sighed. “No again. You get one more guess.”

“Am I in trouble if I’m wrong?” You asked.

“No, this really doesn’t affect your punishment.”

“Good girls come, um…” Your eyes went up to the ceiling, as if the answer was written somewhere there. “Good girls come when they’re told to?”

“Yes.” He said, easing the vibrator off of you. “You’re right, they get given permission to come. And that’s exactly what you’re gonna do, because you wanna be a good girl, don’t you?” You copied him and nodded your head. “So no matter how much fun you’re having, no matter how amazing Daddy is making you feel- you won’t come until you’ve got permission.”

“Uh-huh.” You said. “I would say that we could pinky swear on it, but that’s not the easiest thing for me to offer right now.”

“That’s okay, I can just take your word on it.” He said and you saw the movement as he started to bring the toy towards your cunt again. “Your wrong guesses didn’t affect your punishment, but coming without permission will definitely get you into more trouble. You understand?”

After you had nodded, he returned the vibrating wand to your clit, filling you with all of that intensity all at once. As everything inside of you swelled, you tried to maintain what remained of your composure so that you could consider what he had just said, what you had agreed to. He was hinting at another level of punishment, which meant that he had thought of doing more than just overstimulating your clitoral hood. He wanted to do more than use your wand against you.

But could you handle that? If you went to that next level, would you rise to the occasion, or would you fold pathetically? You couldn’t be certain, leading the intimidation to beating your curiosity, especially given how rattled you already were by the toy.

You squeezed your eyes shut when he began to wiggle the handle of the wand, prompting the head to rub against you so that you were feeling the intensity from all angles. He was making sure the head was reaching every inch of this area, bringing sensitivities into it all. This made your body twitch involuntarily a couple of times as you felt yourself on that invisible incline. You tilted your pelvis, taking the stimulations in deeper.

He moved the toy off of you and you let out a shaky sigh. But you weren’t without the vibrations for long. Before you had time to open your eyes, he was training the head of the wand to the area just beneath your navel. You couldn’t help squirming, unable to calm yourself down while you were feeling the vibrations down to your knees.

You steadily blinked your eyes open and found him carefully observing you. He was watching your building reactions with all of the interest that he would give a well-crafted TV show. He was keenly aware of what he was doing to you, and what he would need to do to get you to the state he desired.

“Can I say sorry?” You asked.

You had surprised him and the pressure from the vibrator eased off a little. “Because you want me to stop?”

“No.” You quickly said.

“Good.” He said with a smile and he pushed the toy into your skin again. Twirling the handle, he had the vibrator rolling side-to-side along the curve of the underside of your belly.

“‘Cause I am sorry, I wanna apologise for ignoring you.”

“It’s okay.” He told you. “I know you’re sorry, that’s why you’re letting me punish you. That’s why you’re gonna take it for me.”

Before you could say anything more, he was distracting you by moving the wand down. He soon had it back on your clit, at once redirecting your focus. Your chest swelled as the vibrations affected you on an immediate level.

He didn’t hold it still, letting you feel it all over your clit as he stroked you with it. He manipulated it in waves and the friction that this gave you had you craving more. You arched your back, very interested in gaining greater pressure.

You got invested in this feeling and you began to move your hips. You tried to match his rhythm as you sought to discover just how much he would let you get away with. He didn’t discourage your rocking and it felt so much better to be in motion.

Before you could get too settled into this, he was taking it away again. This time the vibrating head was going downwards, moving onto your inner-thigh to pulse against the muscle here. He kept it high on the leg, about an inch from your crotch, as if to hint at what the toy could be doing for you.

You continued to feel the tingling of your clitoris as the anticipation for more lingered. He rolled it up-and-down each of your thighs with you keeping your legs spread for him. Under different circumstances, this would have been a relaxing massage - but it did nothing to calm you down as you felt more blood pumping into your cunt.

You let more of your resolve crumble as he set the wand between your labia again. The desire was an ache inside of you and your hands were shaking. The wet noises from your cunt accompanied how he moved the wand, stroking it up-and-down between your folds, encouraging the sensitivities to spread even further. Your moisture was shared all over your cunt.

You loved how it felt when he moved the wand to its lowest point yet, letting it rest at your entrance. Your puffy lips parted, conforming to the bulb-shaped head. Your head slumped back, a choked sob coming from you as you indulged in this new sensation.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy getting all worked up like this. You’re taking it like the perfect toy and it’s driving me a little crazy.” He said, giving you a burst of pride. “Keep taking it for me.”

“I will, Master.” You whispered.

You grinded yourself down harder on the toy, dazzled by how this accelerated the passion inside of you. You wondered if this would be enough to get you off, if he left it there long enough as your hips enthusiastically stuttered in the air. It was promising and you would happily explore more of how it felt.

You weren’t surprised when he left you wanting more, the wand taken away. You drew in a shaky breath, letting go of your frustration over not being allowed to access that next level of pleasure. You were still being kept from becoming complete.

You felt his arm wrap around you as he moved in closer. This was so that he could press the vibrator against the small of your back, which wasn’t enough to distract you from how wet you were.

Your eyes opened at the feeling of his breath warming your face. He was looking down at you, very amused by your current state. You could feel how much you were blushing, unable to hide your neediness with him staring straight at you.

You gave an excited whimper as his lips met yours. You savoured the feeling of him so close, letting yourself get a little lost in his kisses. Your fingers burned to be running through his hair, to get to experience more of him.

You were ecstatic when his hips met yours and you expressed some of your neediness in your movements. You were happy to get to grind against him, lining your slit up with his covered cock. You didn’t spare a thought to getting into more trouble for spreading your cum on his shorts. Because you were hardly aware of the fabric, just concentrating on how good this felt to be almost going through the motions of fucking. His tongue gliding into your mouth felt like an invitation to carry on.

The wand’s vibrating head moved down lower, with him guiding it onto your butt. He followed the line of your asscrack with it, inviting you to feel the vibrations in a new way, from an angle you would have easily overlooked. All of this served to get you feeling even hotter, adding to the tension that would need to be worked out of your pussy.

He didn’t stop moving the wand until he was almost at your entrance. Less than an inch from the hole, in this hidden spot, he held it. You were soon whining against his mouth, teased by the enduring almost of this moment. It was almost in the right place and it was almost enough to take you higher.

“Does that feel good, kitten?” He asked, giving it a little wiggle without letting it get any closer to your cunt.

“Uh-huh.”

“I know it does. But you’re not about to come without permission, are you?” He asked. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep taking it for me. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.” You whimpered in response to hearing that. “I’m really not.”

You had stopped trying to grind yourself on his cock, now you were wiggling back onto the vibrator, seeking to get more from it.

But before you could truly tap into this potential, he was taking it away. At the same time, he was peeling back from you, shifting his body weight away. You kept your eyes shut, trying to gather yourself amidst this feeling of so many frayed nerves.

He was startling you out of your daze when he brought the toy to one of your nipples. Your legs flinched and you briefly sobbed, your whole system given a start. He pressed it against the hardened peak and it was like a white hot poker right to the core of your being. Your throat clenched as you struggled to comprehend this intensity.

“Kitten…” He whined, making those two syllables go on for much longer. “All these noises, you’re just…” He placed the vibrator on your other nipple. “I was gonna wait to fuck you, but you’re making it… I can’t wait.” You raised your head, daring to hope that he was about to put an end to this torture, that he was about to let you progress. “You are making it literally too hard.” He turned the vibrations off and took the wand away.

You opened your eyes to find he was in the middle of taking off his shorts and briefs. You took in the sight of his freed dick, looking forward to something new. Your eyes darted from his face to his cock and back again as you decided that you didn’t have a preference over what he did next, you were simply enthused by the prospect of him making another move.

He settled himself down again, sitting off to the side of your knee, instead of climbing on top of you. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, instead of laying a single finger upon you.

You watched him start to jerk himself off and you were feeling a little dumbfounded because it didn’t look like he was prepping himself for you. It looked like he was comfortable in his current position, oblivious to you as he settled into his ideal pace.

His breathing was coming in heavier as he looked up at you. “Do you see, babygirl? Do you see how ridiculously hard you’ve made me?”

“I do.” You responded in a small voice.

“You’re so sexy that you’ve disrupted my plan.” He said. “But we can adapt.” With his available hand, he picked up the vibrator again. He switched it back on. “You get to enjoy more of your vibe while you watch.”

“Watch?” You repeated unhappily.

“Yep.” He moved a little closer so that he could reach you with the toy. Its buzzing head was brought to your pubic mound, immediately creating a pressure that couldn’t be ignored. “You’re gonna ride that edge a little longer for me, okay? Not too much longer, don’t get so pouty. Just a fraction more edging, that way you’ll be nice and grateful when I get you off.” You bit into your bottom lip as you thought about how much gratitude you could show if he let you come right now. “I said don’t pout. Now, you don’t have to smile, but you do have to tell me that you’re still down for this and that you want to finish your punishment.”

You did your best to draw in a deep breath. “Please punish me more, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Hearing him say this was just as soothing as having him caress your forehead - it was a little inspiration to keep at it.

He had the wand steady, pressing it right up against your pubic bone. You squirmed through the building sensitivities, feeling the threats to your resolve from every possible angle. It seemed like all of your body was attuned, a desperate harmony that cried out for the climax.

You couldn’t help moaning as those consistent vibrations kept you so weak, kept promising more. And you watched as he chased for his own serving of more. His hand kept at his dick, starting to draw wet sounds. As he worked, his hips moved, with him going deeper into his tempo. His eyes were darting all over your body, not wasting a single piece of inspiration.

The clenching of your inner-walls felt pathetic, even though you couldn’t help it. You were stuck with just recalling the feeling of that cock driving into you as deeply as you needed it. You watched the motions of his strokes, imagining how it would be to have your pussy stroking him instead. Before too long you were lifting your hips, rocking into the relentless wand. You weren’t trying to match his speed, but you craved movement, you needed to get some of this energy out.

“Fuck…” He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he got faster in his rhythm.

Your eyes locked onto his tip as you saw how it started to leak. You put more power into your hips, feeling yourself getting closer as you bought more into the fantasy of fucking, getting caught up in the sensations that typically came with it.

“I’m close.” He said. “Can I have your mouth? Please let me shoot into that pretty mouth.”

“Yes, Master.” Having him in your mouth was the next best thing to having him in your cunt. You were craving his taste.

He stopped caring about the vibrator and you didn’t lament losing its pulsations. He took his hand off of his dick as he came toward you, figuring out his next move.

“I’m not gonna untie your hands.” His voice had lost most of the earlier harshness.

��Okay.”

“But I’ll hold this hand.” He said, placing one of his hands in yours now that he was close enough. “And you give me three squeezes if you need to breathe.” You were nodding as he got into position over your face, placing his knees on either side of your head. “Or you can just give me a kick if it gets too much.”

You didn’t refuse any aspects of his advances, just opening your mouth as you loosely wrapped your fingers around his hand. With him so close to your face, you were given the scent of his pure lust, a hint at what was to come. You extended your tongue over your row of bottom teeth, watching as he shifted and secured his balance.

He angled his hips and brought the head of his cock down to your tongue. He was looking into your eyes as he moved his shaft down your tongue, your saliva mixing with the moisture that was already coating him. He moved for the warmth of your mouth and you obediently wrapped your lips around him.

You could feel how he was throbbing as he eased more of his length into you, his eyelids beginning to flutter. He didn’t go all the way in, not striving to overwhelm you straight away.

His hand held yours a little tighter as he pumped forward, then back again. He worked himself back-and-forth, your slicked lips rubbing him as he established the tempo that suited his needs. You stayed with him, all of his reactions adding to the arousal that dominated your experience.

He was soon using your mouth almost as quickly as he had been moving his hand. You kept your cheeks drawn in as he locked into his goal. You weren’t craving your own stimulations, that had faded from importance, his climax clearly more significant. The pleasure that you derived came from being used, came from being exactly what he needed right now.

“Fuck…” He moaned.

His available hand reached down, collecting some of your hair between his fingers. You were feeling the extra warmth in your mouth as his dick started to leak more consistently.

“Make me come and I’ll give you the next load in your pussy. We’ll come together, okay babygirl?”

You had to find a way to agree that wouldn’t require you to take him out of your mouth. You sucked your cheeks in more, willing to sacrifice your ability to breathe easily for the moment. You also lifted your tongue to press against the underside of his shaft as he kept at this pacing.

The wet insides of your parted thighs twitched as you felt the burning desire to watch him fall apart. You could tell that he was getting close to losing himself when his hips unpredictably jutted forward a few times.

“Mmn, mmn…” His whining was getting louder as he grinded harder into your face. His eyes squeezed shut as his chest expanded and the hand holding your hair gripped tighter. Your world froze as you watched, desperate to see him move into that ecstasy.

He threw his head back as his body weight rocked forward. The cum surged into your mouth, heavy drops sliding straight down your tongue and into your throat. You kept your lips tensed around him as his half-coherent moans filled the room.

You began to move your tongue against him, making something of an effort to clean his dick. He let go of your hair, but his hand in yours squeezed. You massaged your tongue all over the shaft filling your mouth as he steadily caught his breath.

“That wasn’t how I planned it.” He said, withdrawing over your messy lips. “But you just…” He moved off of you, putting his butt on the mattress. “With every noise that you were making, it had me questioning why I was working so hard to keep control, ‘til I got tired of not having an answer.”

You had thoroughly licked your lips, but you could feel how wet the immediate area around your mouth still was. You turned your head, bringing your face to your elevated arm. You used your bicep to wipe off the lower half of your face, rubbing back-and-forth. When you were done, you saw a couple of streaks from your purple lipstick mixed in with the combination of spit and cum.

You didn’t hesitate to set your tongue to work cleaning this up. His cum was the beginning of your reward and you wanted to savour every bit of it. You heard his little excited gasp when he noticed what you were doing - all without being asked to do so, you were feeling very much like a good girl. You enjoyed having his taste coat your tongue for a while longer.

“Should we revise what you learned earlier?” He asked.

It took you a moment to realise what he was hinting at. “Good girls come with permission.”

“Uh-huh, and are you ready for your permission?” He asked, moving closer.

“Yes, Daddy.” You said, your breath coming in faster as he climbed on top of you, this time placing his body over yours. “Yes, Daddy.”

He kissed you, undeterred by the taste of his own cum. The time spent without the vibrator hadn’t seen any dulling of your desires. Just because you’d had the chance to catch your breath didn’t mean you were any less turned on than you had been when he was in the middle of punishing you. All of those sensitivities lingered, just waiting to be rediscovered by him.

You remained so close to that edge, exactly where he wanted you. Your whimper was muffled by his lips when the head of his hard shaft began to spread your swollen pussy open.

So much of your body was attuned to his movements that you were feeling it beyond your cunt when he moved in deeper. It seemed like every fibre of your being had been awaiting this penetration.

“You look so good like this.” He said in a husky whisper as he started to rock his hips into yours.

“You think that I look good takin’ that dick?” You sought to clarify. “I’m glad.”

“That goes without saying, babygirl. I meant how pretty you look with your makeup all ruined and running.” He said as his eyes moved across the features of your face. “You looked hot all made up at the start of the night, you always paint yourself to perfection. But there’s somethin’ about how you look right now- unf, it’s doing things to me.

“Your lipstick is absolutely destroyed. All that pretty shadow under your eyes is streaky, so much is smeared. And it’s beautiful. And it’s the perfect representation of how much I’ve corrupted you. I can see through the facade, I can see how much you’ve let me ruin you.” He said. “And it’s so sexy, it’s so…”

You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer as you tilted your pelvis. “Corrupt me more, I want more.”

He picked up speed, spending more time buried deep into your cunt. “I will, oh I fuckin’ will, I will, I will…”

He got faster again and it became difficult to think amidst all of the sensations that his persistent thrusting was stirring up. Your walls spasmed and clamped around him, with every collision feeling better than the one that preceded it.

You shut your eyes as your whole body felt full of tingles, pulsing in your desperate state. Your hands were shaking and it was consistently getting harder to hold back the overwhelming conclusion.

“Please.” You burst out, ready to give in to your monumental orgasm.

“Yes babygirl, yes.” He moaned, his stamina remaining as he finished you off with some more pounding. “Come for me, come.”

You cried out in relief, so glad to let it all go. As you were moving into your perfect moment, the clamping down of your cunt was enough to take him over his own edge. Buried deep inside of you, this new wave of cum was unleashed.

All that you could do was go limp, you were spent in every sense of the word.

“Oh my fucking God.” You gasped as you finally felt him loosening the rope around your wrists.

“How do you feel? Are you alright?” He asked, cradling your face in his hands.

You opened your eyes to find him looking you over with eyes full of concern and you wanted to get rid of that as quickly as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m- I’m alright.”

“Good girl.” He said, giving you a kiss on the forehead, reinforcing the fact that the scene was over. “You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can get you, yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I think I need a cigarette after all of that.”

You drew your arms and legs up to your torso as you continued to work at catching your breath. You were still feeling overwhelmed, you didn’t know how to even begin coming down.

In the process of finding his pack of cigarettes and lighter, your inactivity had caught his attention. He walked back over to the bed. “Hey, how are you feelin’?”

“I- I’m alright.” Your mouth felt dry as you talked. “I just-... it can wait ‘til you come back from your smoke.”

He sat down beside you. “No, no waiting, tell me now.”

You couldn’t explain it but there was a shyness that you felt as you gradually lifted your eyes up to his face. “Can I have cuddles?”

“Fuck yes you can have cuddles.” He said as he quickly laid down with you. He scooted his body in closer and wrapped his arms around you. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Yes, this is perfect. I like how safe I feel in your arms.”

He was gently stroking your hair back from your face, moving the strands to rest behind your ear. “That’s good because you are safe in my arms. You’re safe…” He kissed you on the cheek. “You’re valued…” He kissed your other cheek. “You’re respected…” He switched back to the other cheek, but this time his kiss was placed much closer to your lips. “You’re understood…” He mirrored another kiss. “And you are fucking adored.”

His next kiss went directly onto your lips. You shut your eyes, caressing his cheek as you enjoyed a subtle warmth blooming in your belly. You marvelled at how fast he could help you feel less unsettled in your own skin.

“And if you’re not feeling all of those things, then I’m not doing my job as your dom.” He said.

“It’s not that I don’t feel those things. It’s just such a big rush of emotions and the crash after the adrenaline- I guess it caught me off-guard. And the alcohol probably doesn’t help all of that.” You said.

“How much did you have?”

“Uh…” It felt like you were looking back further than just a few hours ago. “Three glasses of wine and some shots.”

His eyebrows raised. “Some shots?”

“I don’t remember specifics, Max was buying them.” You said. “But one that we had was called a purple nurple.”

“And was it nurple-y?” He teased.

“Um, it was purple.” You said. “Anyway, my point is that me getting discombobulated is not a failing on your part. Maybe I just need a little extra aftercare tonight.”

“Awesome. You know that I’m always down for aftercare, I’ll aftercare you into next week. As much fun as I have during our scenes, I wouldn’t rank that time above this.” He said as he traced his fingers up-and-down your spine. “I love getting to take care of you and nurturing you like this- it’s honestly so good for me too. I like the feeling of us restoring the balance.”

You didn’t doubt that he meant what he said, but you still sought another piece of validation. “You like it so much that you don’t mind me keeping you from a cigarette?”

“My pet is far more important than any cigarette.” He said.

“Because I’m cuter than a cigarette?”

This earned you a chuckle from him. “Yes. On the long, long list of things that you are cuter than, is cigarettes.” He gave you another kiss. “Was there another part of aftercare that you had in mind, or are you only about the cuddles?”

“Actually, can you do me a favour?” You asked, prompting him to immediately nod his head. “On my makeup table, it should be out with the other stuff- can you get the box for these lashes?” He started to sit up. “I’m desperate to take these off. It feels like butterflies have landed on my eyes.”

He walked over to the disorganised mess that was your makeup table. “Well they look very pretty and they didn’t move a single inch.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I made sure I glued that shit down properly.” You said. “Do I really look like the kind of chick that would go to a drag show with a wonky eyelash?”

“No, you do not.” He said, returning to the bed with two things in hand. He showed you the pack of face wipes. “I figured I could help you take the rest of the makeup off.”

You were pulling one of the false eyelashes off of your lid as you sat up. “Thanks, but I’m probably better off just having a shower ‘cause I’m gonna need coconut oil to get this eyeliner off, it’s the heavy-duty shit.”

“Should we shower? I’ll cuddle you in there too.”

The two of you went into the bathroom. While he was getting the shower water to the perfect temperature, you stepped up to the mirror to inspect the makeup he was so taken by. Immediately you were laughing at what you saw. You were such a mess, it appeared that you had been partying for days, or that you had started trying to wipe your makeup off, only to get bored and fall asleep not even halfway through the process.

You commented that you didn’t understand how he could call you beautiful in your current state, a fucking dumpster would look more put together than you. At that he had rushed to your side, kissing you on the cheek before launching into an explanation of how your natural sexiness shone through. It seemed that he had an endless amount of sweet words to tell you, ready to counter all of your self-deprecating statements.

He was still talking when you stepped into the shower with him. Under the pleasantly warm stream of water, he took the lead in removing your makeup. You held the jar of coconut oil and he dipped a portion of the washcloth in, tenderly wiping this across your face, one section at a time.

“Can I tell you about my night?” You asked.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been dying to get the full story. You sent me, like, two Snapchats when you first got to the club, then nothing.”

You did your best to keep everything in chronological order as you shared what you had experienced within the doors of Honcho. You told him about the best drag performances, sharing details of the outfits and repeating any funny comments you had made at the time. You described the friendly people you had met (becoming mutuals with a couple on Instagram) and you explained how you had been convinced to stay so late.

“I’m sorry, I just wanna make sure I heard you right…” He cut in. “Did you say Glue, this queen was named Glue, that’s the whole name?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You said. “Do you not like it? I love it, it’s hilarious.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just really random.”

“That’s what’s so great about it. So you wouldn’t go the silly route if you were picking a drag name?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh, I think my drag name would need to be something super slutty.”

“‘Cause you’d be-”

He started talking in the same second, your words somewhat synchronising. “Because I would be a slutty queen.”

“-a slutty queen.”

He smiled at that. “Ah-ha, so you’re familiar with my work?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on stage two or three times, I guess.” You joked.

You started trying to come up with the perfect name for his drag queen alter-ego, brainstorming aloud. You attempted to combine the word slut with common names and he joined in. You were both laughing as the practice seemingly became a competition to come up with the dumbest thing.

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You don’t question it anymore, when Miguel appears in your bed at night. He’s not there for sex, no, you’ve never even kissed—though you would be lying if you said you weren’t open to the idea of kissing him. He’s there for comfort. For rest. If only it could stay so simple.

Pair: Miguel O'Hara & GN!Reader

Notes: for chapter: poorly written in-universe journalism, friendly sparring, miguel in his feelings

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Our City Spider, a new column by Karen Page

Speculations that our friendly neighborhood Spider had been taken off the playing field permanently, either due to disabling injuries or death, have been put to bed. It’s official: Spider is back.

The vigilante hero was seen early Wednesday evening near Crosby Street, with photos and videos of the web-slinger posted soon after to social media and trending locally shortly after. It had been just over two weeks since the hero’s last sighting, at the now infamous Club Scorpion slaughters where they had been seen with a large torso injury before disappearing.

“They saved me about a year or so back,” Twitter user hawkeyestan69 said in a quote-Tweet of another user’s photos of Spider. “I’m glad they’re still kicking.”

Although Spider has maintained a nearly five-star reputation amongst the people of the city, they remain notoriously elusive to the press and have yet to endear themselves to our police force.

“I’m grateful for their work in saving lives,” one member of the force has said on the condition of anonymity. “Especially at Club Scorpion. That could have been so much worse, and we all know it. But they’re still a civilian, and I worry about what that means.”

“The Spider has done work for the people of this city,” Captain Stacy, the captain on duty the night of the Club Scorpion slaughters, said in a recent press statement. “But they are still a vigilante. We cannot become reliant on them to protect this city—their absence, whatever the cause, reinforces that fact.”

Despite the difference in opinions across officials and the public, this reporter is glad to see our Spider back, alive and well.

Gwen flips over your head, arms tucked into her chest and body straight as a pencil. You duck and watch her, crouched low to the floor.

“Doing great, kids!” Peter calls from the side.

“Feel free to join whenever,” you say, launching yourself to the side in a roll and sprint when Gwen fires off two quick webs at you.

“I’m good over here with Mayday.”

You jump, doing your own flip off a wall and firing back your own webs at Gwen who dodges just as easily.

Open space sparring practice is weird for the both of you, but presents a unique challenge to you and the rest of the Spider-People (and sentient non-people) used to terrain filled with nooks, crannies, and surfaces to climb and jump off and hide behind.

“You're avoiding hand to hand,” a new voice says.

Miguel-209.

“Yeah, they’re really half-assing it,” Peter comments, half-sarcastically.

“Oh, you can do better?” Gwen says, standing and placing a hand on her hip, all banter.

Miguel-209 stands with crossed arms by Peter. He raises an eyebrow, looking from Gwen to you and offering a small smile when he sees you already looking at him. One that you return.

“I think I can, yes,” he says.

“Have some confidence man,” Peter says, tapping Miguel-209’s arm with the back of his hand.

You smile wider at the little glance Miguel shoots at Peter—not quite a glare—and nod at him to join you on the mat when he looks your way again.

“Alright,” he says, and walks towards you.

Gwen raises her eyebrows at the two of you and walks off to stand next to Peter, effectively trading places with Miguel-209.

“Are you much of a hand to hand person?” He asks.

You shrug. “I wouldn't necessarily say that.”

He nods. “But you know the basics.”

“Enough to get by.”

“Let's work on that then.”

You shift into a ready stance, and he scans you over and mirrors you.

“Go ahead.”

You hesitate, fists raised, and then shoot a web at him. He dodges by leaning far to the side, looking at you and then shifts back.

“That’s not hand to hand.”

You shoot another, and this time when he leans out of the way he grabs the long strand of web still attached to your wrist, pulling you closer. You stumble, ducking under the swing of his hand and finally shaking the web free from the spinneret in your wrist, balancing on your hands to swing a leg out at his ankles. Miguel-209 jumps back, landing with his finger pad talons extended—you watch as he retracts them.

“Pretty good recovery,” he says, smiling warmly. You catch a flash of his teeth, of a fang, before he closes his lips again and lunges for you.

It goes on like this for a few minutes. Miguel-209 attacks, you dodge and try to counter, he dodges, and it starts again. Attack, dodge, attack, dodge. You finally gain the upper hand when you use your webs again, landing one on his ankle and pulling hard. He topples, foot yanked out from under him and landing on his back with a soft oof from his lungs.

“You went easy on me,” you chuckle, catching your breath as you stand over him.

His eyes twinkle as he looks up at you from the mat. “So did you.”

You offer a hand, helping him back to his feet. “Again?”

He nods, the two of you retaking your starting positions. “Let’s kick it up a notch.”

This time you start, bolting towards him before the anticipation can build too much or he can prepare himself too well. Instead of going to block you, he swipes—big arms going to grapple you. You drop, sliding under his grasp and past his legs, swinging on the floor to kick at the back of his knee.

It buckles under the impact and Miguel-209 nearly drops to the floor, catching himself on his hands before his knee touches the mat. He spins, turning to face you and lunging again—

You barely blink before you’re on your back and Miguel’s got your thigh pinned to the ground under his foot, his palms pressing each forearm to the floor. His fingers aren’t wrapped around your limbs, and when you look you see it’s because the sharp points in his fingertips are out and piercing the gym-mat under you.

You look back up at him, and blink. “Damn.”

He laughs, and you catch a glance of his teeth again.

“Best of three?” you ask.

“Let’s call it a draw,” he says, pulling his hands back with a small tug, lifting his foot off your leg. He offers an outstretched palm to help you up, and you take it. “You did pretty good, I’d hate to embarrass you more in front of your friends.”

You laugh, dropping his hand now that you’re standing. “Sounds like projection to me.”

You switch with Gwen, who’s eager to give it another try after a short rest.

“He’s good,” Peter says when you lean against the wall next to him.

You hum in agreement, watching Gwen and Miguel-209 spar. His style is different from your own Miguel’s, and your mind wanders to the thought of sparring with him. He’s stronger than you by leagues, that’s a given, but you’re faster. If you put your all into evasion, would he be able to catch you? Maybe. He’s clever, afterall. What would that be like? Would he pin you, like 209 did just then? He’s comfortable with you, he’d probably get closer, crowd you in. Would he be less afraid to manhandle you? You hope so—

You blink, jolted out of your quickly devolving daydream, at the slam of Gwen hitting the mat, face hot.

“Good job,” Miguel-209 says, pulling her off the floor with an offered hand.

“Thanks,” Gwen grins, cheeks flushed and breathless from the exertion of the quick fight. She turns to you and Peter. “Anyone else hungry?”

“I could eat,” you nod.

Miguel-209 nods with you, and then the four of you—plus May—go to the cafeteria. You each take turns holding the baby so everyone can eat in peace, without her reaching hands in the way. While Miguel-209 answers Gwen’s stream of questions, Peter watches you bounce May on your lap, eyes scanning over your half eaten meal, and the little to-go box sitting next to your plate.

“Bringing food to the boss again?”

You look at Peter over his daughter’s head, his face one of carefully crafted and open neutrality. You don’t reply—but your face must say enough, because Peter looks at Miguel-209 next to you, then pointedly back at you.

You shake your head, not in response to his question but in response to… whatever that look was, and look back at Gwen.

“I was wondering if I could crash at yours again,” she says. “Things are stirring up in Hobie’s dimension, and I stick out like a sore thumb over there.”

“Of course,” you smile. “You’re welcome any time.”

“You can always stay with me and MJ,” Peter adds.

You make plans for Gwen to come by yours later that night, before everyone finishes eating and goes their separate ways.

You bring your to-go container to Miguel’s lab.

“Hey,” you call into the shadows.

No response. Not entirely unusual, so you forge ahead.

“I brought you some food, in case you haven’t eaten,” you say, and then you see him.

He’s on his platform, the one with all the golden holo-screens and files and reports. His back is to you, tension in his shoulders and spine slightly hunched—microscopically, but you notice all the same. You’ve seen something similar enough times to guess at what’s happening.

A quick thwip of web from the spinneret in your wrist and you’re on the platform with him, setting the little takeout container to the side.

“Hey,” you say again, softer, quieter.

Miguel takes a breath.

You close the gap, walking slow enough for him to turn or stop you, and rest your hand on his back. He turns his head to look at you now, frustration and hurt in his eyes. You don’t lift your hand when he turns his body to face you, instead letting it slide from his shoulder blade around to rest on his upper arm.

“You okay?” you ask.

His eyes drop from yours, brow furrowing slightly more, his chest rising with a deep and steadying inhale.

“Yeah,” he says.

It’s automatic, the way your hand squeezes his arm in reassurance, the way something in the back of your mind flips at the size of it under your hand, the way you step forward to wrap your arms around his middle. He hesitates, stiffening slightly, and you start to pull back, but then his arms are around you—engulfing you—and you’re pulled back in.

He’s still tense. Still… off, somehow.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you ask, cheek against the muscle of his chest. You can hear his heart like this, the cartilage of your ear against his suit. The red glows slightly, and you close your eyes against it.

It thumps steadily, kicks up and chugs along when Miguel shakes his head, face against the top of your head.

“Okay,” you say. “I’m here, though.”

Your heart stops when he kisses the top of your head, pulling away and unwrapping his arms from around you.

“You brought me food?” he asks, struggling to meet your eyes.

You clear your throat, turning and picking up the takeout box to hand it over to him. “I had a feeling you’d forget lunchtime, so…”

He accepts it, gloved fingers grazing yours. “Thank you.”

You swallow, tamping down the zing that races up your arm. “Want some company?”

He actually smiles a little, now. It’s tight, but it’s something. “Sure.”

You settle into your usual spot, leaning back against an infrequently used area of the console and watch him close out a task on his holo-screens. With his back to you he turns his attention back to the food you’ve brought him. You watch as he turns and mirrors you in resting his weight on the console—though its height is too tall for you to casually perch, it’s perfect for him to half-sit, half-lean on. You watch as he pulls his glove off with his teeth, your breath catching.

He looks at you at the small sound of your inhale, the glove still in his teeth and paused mid-pull.

You stare.

His eyes flick across your face, and then he continues, slowly pulling his hand fully out from the tight blue and red fabric. Once his hand is free he takes the glove from his teeth and sets it aside.

You swallow. “I always assumed you could just…” You gesture vaguely, the movement of your hand indicating sweeping something back from your face. “The mask thing. But that’s the second time I’ve seen you take your glove off like that.”

The corner of his lips twitch, looking down as he opens the takeout food container. “The shape of a hand is more complicated for the nano-fiber technology,” he explains. I need it to be tougher there than on my face, on account of…” he pauses, rubbing his fingertips together, before spreading his fingers and allowing the sharp points hiding in his fingertips to emerge.

You nod, looking at his bare hand. “I see.”

He retracts the sharp points—you briefly wonder at the correct terminology. Are they talons? Claws? Something else?—and begins eating.

“You know,” you begin, watching his hand. “I don’t think we’ve ever sparred.”

Miguel raises an eyebrow at you. “No, we haven’t.”

You meet his gaze. “Do you spar with anybody?”

“I get my practice out there,” he says, and you know he’s referring to his city.

“Mm. I see.”

He eats in silence for a moment, and you consider asking if he would ever spar with you, images your mind had conjured earlier returning to present themselves. You squash them own, and instead say:

“Gwen’s going to stay with me again for a little bit.”

Miguel looks down, and nods.

Miguel hates his apartment.

He lives in what amounts to a penthouse at the top of the Spider Society Headquarters building, and it’s just as sterile as every floor below. Sleek white walls and counters, gray furniture. He gave up on trying to keep a plant months ago, after seeing how healthy yours were in comparison to his sad attempts. The couch is bare with the exception of two stiff throw pillows—a slate blue-gray.

He passes the living room, the kitchen, and goes straight to the bedroom.

“Lyla, start the shower.”

“You got it, boss.”

The dull white noise hum sound of the shower starting reaches his ears as he strips, shrugging off the torso of his suit, pulling his arms free of the tight fabric like a snake shedding its skin.

The bed in the center of the room—overly large for just one person, even a man of his stature—looks all wrong. The bed sheets are too smooth, the blanket crisp and set as if ready to be photographed for an online shop listing.

He huffs a breath out of his nose, turning his attention back to shedding his suit.

He leaves it in a puddle on the floor, straightening up with a roll of his shoulders. The still air on his bare skin feels… odd. Almost unpleasant, even.

He leaves nearly all the lights off, and Lyla lets them be as well, as he leaves the room and makes his way to the bathroom—one light is on in here, dim and warm, soft on his sensitive eyes.

His shower is better than yours. The water pressure, the size, the quality of the water itself. But even so the enjoyment—and the sudden memory of the last time he was in here thinking about you, getting off to a wet dream—is muddied by an undercurrent of something he can’t name. He rushes through his shower as the water runs rivulets and rivers over his skin, helping lather and then clear off the soap he uses to clean every inch of his skin.

It comes back when he’s out of the shower, meeting his reflection’s eyes. He tries to rub it away as he moisturizes, as he returns to his room and dresses. It trots at his heels behind him through the hall and to the kitchen, rises up higher still at the sight of his pathetically bare fridge. He hasn't been spending enough time here to get groceries, so it's no surprise. He’s been putting more focus into your fridge, back home—

“Shock,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut and covering his face with his palm. His fork clatters to his half-empty dish.

Even though he can't see it, eyes covered as they are, he feels the empty space around him. Too empty. The air is closing in—

He takes a shuddering, deep breath. This is fine. He can manage to exist in his own home for one night.

When was the last time he actually did, though?

He’s barely there as he puts the remainder of his food in the fridge (he couldn't bring himself to eat the rest, the unease in his stomach is too vivid, too large) and places the dish in the sink. He’s miles—no, universes away as his body walks down the hallway to his room and slides under his bedsheets. The walls are too empty, he thinks while laying on his side.

He shuts his eyes and sighs as he rolls onto his back—then huffs a frustrated breath and rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. The smell of it is wrong, but the pressure on his chest is better.

He can do this. He can sleep in his own room.

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