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lovingmattysposts · 4 months

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Eastside 16

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pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: growing up in the outskirts of Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?

warnings: mentions of GUNS!! fighting, gunshots, being being shot, torment, sad asf

brace yourselves

xoxo Autumn

All eyes on me.

It was so quiet you could hear a pen drop. Cecilia’s eyes went wide once they landed on me. I realized my mistake of wanting to swoop in and be a hero when Slim, Pallo, and Landon all stood from the couch once they laid their eyes on me.

Two other men were standing that I didn’t recognize. All gazes fixated on me. I swallowed my confidence diminishing. I shifted on my feet from the fear corseting in my veins.

The man who was grabbing Cecilia, arm fell from her. Cecilia’s face ran cold as she looked at me with pleading eyes. As if to voice, “Run.”

“Y/n y/l/n”

Slim, the guy from the video, a smile present on his face as he stalked over to me. My eyes just followed him. The only sounds heard throughout the warehouse were the sounds of his shoes hitting the ground as he walked towards me.

I glanced down him. A gun present in the front of his pants. I closed my eyes and swallowed.

Y/n what did you do?

“Traveled a long way from home haven’t you?” He asked his footsteps getting closer to me. I blinked my eyes open to meet his gaze. I just watched him as a devilish smirk rested on his teeth.

“Heard you’ve been around the Eastside quite a bit” He hummed as he stood in front of me. “Blood run cold yet?” He whispered down at me. I just glared up at him. “Turn East yet?” He mumbled pursing his lips.

“I’m not scared of you” I mumbled staring at him. I wasn’t scared, I was petrified. I heard chuckles from around the room. Slim smiled before closing his eyes and looking down.

“You’re cute, see why Matt’s into you. Northside look—“ Slim said reaching out and grabbing my wrist. I winced as he pulled my arm towards him. He ran his finger up my arm. “Eastside blood” he said as he traced my vain.

I ripped my arm from him, causing his face to drop. I glared at him. “Don’t touch me” I mumbled. He raised his eyebrows before he raised his arms looking around.

“Where are you y/n?” He asked looking at the people around us and then back to me. I clenched my jaw. “You seem like a smart girl, so tell me whose grounds are you on?” He asked dropping his hands. I swallowed looking around meeting everyone’s eyes. All creepily turned into a smirk, other than Cecilia who looked like she was about to cry.

I closed my eyes.

Was this it?

Was this the end?

All because I wanted to be the hero?

Maybe I am just a stupid little girl.

“So tell me, why are you here?” He breathed. I looked up at him. “If you wanted to hurt me Slim, you would have done it a long time ago” I said through gritted teeth. He pursed him lips and nodded.

“You are smart. I was right” He nodded looking at me. I just watched him as he started to walk circles around me. “But that doesn’t answer my question” He said from behind me up my neck. I felt goosebumps on my neck in the worst way possible.

“I-I just-“ I stuttered and looked at Cecilia whose breath was heavy and her eyes wide. “I don’t know” I mumbled looking at the ground. He hummed making his way back in front of me.

“Chief’s daughter” he mumbled, reaching for his belt. I closed my eyes, fuck. I heard the shifting and I knew what he was doing. “Messing around with drug dealers” He hummed. I heard a gun click.

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter as my body started to shake.

“Think I don’t know what you’re up to?” He whispered. I shook my head and whined. “Because you know if I go down, your little matty baby goes down too. Do you want that sweetheart?” He whispered.

A part of me wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to let me go and that I would never show my face here ever again. The other part lit on fire with joy because he had no idea I deleted those files.

“No” I cried. I felt a cold piece of metal drag down my arm. I turned my head still holding my eyes shut. “So confident” he whispered as he stepped around me. My lip quivered as the gun trailed up my shoulder.

“Where’s all that confidence now sweetheart?” He whispered against my ear. I felt a tear run down my cheek. I didn’t tell my dad goodbye. I would die knowing my Dad has no idea where I am, no idea what I got into, and live the rest of his life alone.

Matt has no idea where I am, he couldn’t save me this time. But for some reason I was okay to die knowing I would save him. Even if he had no idea.

The last time I saw him, he had no idea I was even there. If I could jump back in time I would jump out of those bushes and run up and jump into him, kiss him and tell him that I’m sorry and that I loved him.

But that moment was long gone.

Now it was this moment.

And I was going to die without Matt even realizing.

I felt him sigh as he ran the gun up the side of my face, my whole body shaking. I shook my head frozen in place. “Please” I whispered shaking my head.

“Please what?” He whispered grabbing my shoulder with his free hand.

“Slim stop you’re scaring her!”

Slims grip paused agaisnt me and he lifted the gun from agaisnt me and stepped around me. I let out a breath and opened my eyes finally, seeing Cecilia standing and staring at Slim with a worried face.

“I’m sorry” Slim laughed from in front of me. “Did you say something?” He spat looking at her. Cecilia swallowed and brought her hands to her chest as her face furrowed.

“Cecilia” Landon spat in a low voice, catching her attention. She looked down at Landon and then back at Slim. “Um I just-“ she shook her head. “You-just-you just?” Slim taunted glaring at her, shaking his head.

Cecilia looked over at me, I shook my head.

“You don’t have to kill her, she’s done nothing wrong, it’s not fair. Hasn’t the girl been through enough?” She said shaking her head. Slim stared at her licking his lips. Landon took a deep breath pressing his hands against his face.

“The thing you don’t understand Cecilia-Something you’ve never understood—“ Slim said stepping towards her. Cecilia froze looking at him her mouth shut.

“This isn’t about fair” He shook his head as he approached her. “It’s about what’s going to hurt the person—who crossed me, the most.” He said pressing the gun against her chest. My stomach dropped. I shook my head.

No, no, no.

“You’re lucky your Landon’s sister or you would have been dead in a ditch a long time ago—“ he grunted before turning the gun and hitting her the corner of it in the chest, hard. I stepped forward as she stumbled and whined, pressing her hand against where he hit her.

Slim’s eyes snapped to me before raising the gun back at me. I stopped holding my hands up. “Don’t move” He stated. I froze as the gun pointed at me.

I glanced down at Cecilia who was leaning forward in pain. I felt my eyes brim with tears and I shook my head.

“Slim please don’t do this” I cried. He just stared cold at me. “Maybe tell your boyfriend to be a better drug dealer and I wouldn’t have to” he tilted his head as clocked the gun. I whined as I closed my eyes turning my head, my arms up in the air as I waited for it to be over.

I heard the door of the warehouse being busted open. I opened my eyes turning and seeing Matt out of breath, looking around before his eyes landed on me.

I let go of a breath as we looked at each other. His face dropped his eyes wide. “Y/n—“ he breathed as he stepped towards me.

“Matt don’t-“ I shook my head.

“Watch it pretty boy” Slims voice boomed towards Matt. Matt paused before turning to Slim, frozen, seeing the gun in his hands. The gun now pointed towards him. His eyes went wide.

“I know you have a gun, drop it. Or she’s dead” He stated the gun still raised. Matt looked over at me before letting out a breath and lifted his shirt. I looked down seeing a gun against his belt. “Slow” Slim said through gritted teeth.

I shook as I just watched him.

A gun present in his belt he reached down for it, picking it up slowly. “Don’t try anything funny, I won’t hesitate to kill you” Slim said walking towards him. He picked up the gun before lowering it down to his feet and dropping it on the ground in front of him.

Slim looked down at the gun now on the ground. “Kick it” he stated, gun still pointed directly at Matt. Matt stood back up before his eyes trailed to Cecilia. He looked back at Slim and kicked the gun away from him.

“Slim just let her go. She means no harm. Don’t take out your anger on me, on her” Matt swallowed as he held his arms around. I just looked between the two of them and their silent battle.

Slim blinked before turning quickly over to me, gun still raised. I whined and held my arms back up.

“You go over there” he said motioning to Matt. I looked over at Matt whose breaths were heavy. I looked back at Slim. “Go” he stated again loudly. I flinched from his voice and looked down at my shoes as I walked over to Matt.

I looked up at Matt whose gaze was fixed on me. “Matt I’m so-“ I started to whispered.

“On your knees” Slims snapped the gun still raised at both of us. I looked over at Matt before looking down as we both got down on our knees.

“We’re gonna get out of this Matt, I promise. I’m so sorry” I cried as we both faced the ground. He was silent next to me as his eyes were trained on Slim.

“Stop talking” Matt said through his teeth. I took in a breath as I felt tears roll down my face. I shook my head.

“Should we do this Bonnie and Clyde style?” Slim chuckled walking closer to us. Matt glared up at him as I just closed my eyes, my body shaking. He pursed his lips as he hovered over us.

“I think that’d be fun, huh?” He chuckled looking over to a few guys behind him. He looked back down at us, before dropping his smile. “But I’m not that predictable am I l?” He mumbled I looked up at him.

He glanced over to Matt and then over to Landon. “Get him” He stated. Landon stood up and my heard dropped. I looked up at Matt who watched as Landon came over to him.

“What-“ he started to say as Landon grabbed him and held his arms behind him. Matt struggled as he pinned his arms back behind him. My mouth dropped as I raised up.

“Don’t move” Slim pointed the gun back at me as I just watched Matt struggle before stopping seeing he was getting no where being fully restrained by Landon.

I swallowed.

“This your pride and joy huh?” Slim asked pointing the gun at me. I took in a breath, my whole body shaking. Matt just glared at him as tears brimmed his eyes. “The love of your life?” He mocked laughing holding his hands up. Matt pulled his arms trying to get out of Landon’s grip but he couldn’t.

“Why did you lie to me?” Slim asked tilting his head at Matt. Matt clenched his jaw. “I don’t like being lied to” Slim shook his head. “Don’t touch her” Matt said through gritted teeth. Slim smiled.

“I won’t touch her” he shook his head. “But the bullet will” He smiled before walking back in front of me. I stumbled back off my knees and on my butt as I hit the wall behind me. I was shaking as I stared up at him shaking my head.

“Shoot me! S-Shoot me instead please! Slim please” Matt screamed at him lunging for him but it was no use. Slim looked over at him. Matt shook his head tears filling his eyes.

“You hate me, it’s me you want. Not her. Please just let her go just kill me” his voice broke. Slim smiled. “That’s cute, really cute” Slim smiled at him. “Pretty boy does have a heart” Slim gushed looking at him. Matt looked at him pleading with him.

“Matt no, don’t-“ I cried. “Y/n. I said stop talking” Matt said shaking his head not looking at me. Tears streaming down my face as I looked at Matt. The love of my life. My pretty boy, no one else’s.

Every fight we had ever had, seemed pointless. Every stupid thing I got angry over, lost in my memory. Every touch we ever shared, seeming long gone and almost forgotten at this point.

I just wanted to touch him once last time.

But I couldn’t. I was helpless. And it was all my fault.

“I would kill you, it would be fun. Been wanting to do it for a while. But, you see..” Slim said looking at him. “I think putting a bullet in her chest—“ he said motioning to me. Matt shook his head as a tear fell from his eyes.

“Would hurt you more if I put a bullet into yours” He smiled pressing the gun against Matt’s chest. Matt’s mouth parted and he shook his head.

“No. N-No-“ Matt cried as Slims attention snapped back to me.

My eyes widen as my back and head hit against the wall. I shook my head as Slim raised the gun at me. Matt shook.

“No please I’m sorry—I’ll do anything please!—Y/n I love you. I love you so much I’m so s-sorry please—“ Matt said his knees falling, but Landon held him.

I tried to speak. This was my final goodbye, but I was so scared I couldn’t breathe.

I never really thought about my last moments of life before. I thought I would be old and grey. A long time from now. Something like the notebook where Matt would be there, as we spoke about our life together. Our kids, our grandkids.

We would be in our house. Maybe in a farm in Vermont somewhere. But I would be with him. I guess in a way I was with him, but I never imagined in my last moments I would be staring a gun barrel down in the face.

All I could think about was the last time we kissed—I couldn’t even remember the exact moment. How they felt. None of it. Maybe it was in the car on the way to the dance, maybe it was outside. Was it after that? Why couldn’t I remember?

Tears flooded my eyes.

I closed my eyes.

Be quick and easy, don’t let me suffer.

That was my last hope.

The sound of a bullet flew through the air and my breath stopped. The whole room went silent.

I shook, but I didn’t feel anything. I blinked my eyes open looking down at myself.

No blood.

My hand scanned my body. Nothing hurt. I looked up and saw Slim on the ground. Cecilia pointing the gun down at him as blood pooled around Slim, Matt’s gun in her hands. Her hands shaking as she held the gun after the blow.

“Cecilia” my voice broke. She looked up at me before the gun pointed at the men starting to approach her. “Against the wall! All of you!” She screamed before Matt shook out of Landon’s hands.

I looked up at Matt. His eyes shot to me. My arms went up. “Matt” I cried. He let out a breath shaking his head as he reached under my shoulders pulling me up and against him.

I cried as my arms came around him and he held his grip against. “Y/n I’m so sorry im so—“ Matt cried against me. I shook my head and leaned back. “No, Matt I’m sorry I-“ I shook my head.

“Cecilia what are you doing?” Landon screamed. My head turned as she had the gun pointed directly at him. She glared at him.

“Something I should have done a long time ago” She shook her head as she motioned for him to stand with the rest of them.

Matt looked down at me, his arms still around me. “You and Cecilia? What-how—“ he shook his head. I took his face in my hands. “Don’t worry about it” I whispered looking at him, tears falling out of my eyes.

I heard tires screech outside. Matt snapped his head.

“Y/n get out of here—“ Matt said releasing me and pushing me slightly. I shook my head looking at him. “Matt we’re safe, you’re safe everything’s taken care of. You’re not going down, everything is deleted” I smiled shaking my head.

He blinked down at me. “The files? My—“ he stopped. “My phone, Nick—“ He stuttered looking down at me and I smiled. “All of it’s gone” I whispered. He let out a breath smiling and hung his head.

“Y/n you-“

All of the sudden two gunshots sprung through the air and I froze. Matt stiffened. I felt blood run down my arm, pain strike through my body.

Matt fell to the ground. All pain in my body, I couldn’t feel anymore. I fell too, holding my arm before reaching down my hand, revealing blood.

I heard another gunshot before I looked up seeing Cecilia standing over Slim who had a gun back into his hand. She shot him again, Slim stopped moving. Slim shot us. Slim shot Matt.

Cecilia let out a breath before looking up at me.

She ran over to me and my eyes scanned hers. “Y/n—you’re bleed you—“ she shook her head. I looked over before leaning over Matt.

“Matt” I cried. His eyes glanced over to mine. He almost looked calm. I shook my head tears streaming down my face. “You’re bleeding” His horse voice spoke. I shook my head.

“Matt y-you’re gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be fine. You’re okay-you’re okay” I shook my head pushing my hands though his hair. He blinked slowly at me, nothing moving but his eyes.

“Y/n, you’re hurt” He mumbled blinking at me his hand grazing my arm. I looked down at his hand then back to this eyes. “I’m fine, you’re fine. Everything’s gonna be fine okay?” I said tears fogging my vision as I choked.

This can’t be it.

I’m not losing him again.

He nodded closing his eyes. “No, Matt. Matt keep your eyes open for me okay?” I said pressing my hands against his face. He blinked his eyes back open slowly. I cried pressing my face against his chest.

“Don’t leave me” I cried against him. We just sat there for a second as I cried against him, the room silent. “Y/n…” He said quietly. I looked up at him, my face a mess.

“There was never anyone else” he blinked at me. I shook my head. “I know Matt I know—“ I shook my head looking at me. “I love you so much, and we’re gonna fix this okay? We’re gonna grow old together and we’re gonna move away—a-way from him and we’re gonna have little kids—“ I cried he blinked his eyes closed.

“T-Two kids! One girl— o-one boy and they are gonna have your eyes—“ I cried shaking my head as his chest rose and fell under me. “Matt” I sobbed holding his face in my hands.

“You forgot the white house” he mumbled. I smiled letting a sob come out of my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my face into his neck.

“P-please don’t leave me” I cried.

The doors of the warehouse burst open and there were men yelling as the SWAT team crowded the room. Cecilia dropped the gun and held her hands up.

“HANDS UP EVERYBODY HANDS UP!” One of the men in the SWAT uniform yelled as they pointed guns around pointing at everyone.

I didn’t move as I shook against Matt. I wasn’t letting him go if my lips depended on it. He wasn’t moving.

I heard someone walk up to me. “She’s hurt!” I heard Petey’s voice yell. I felt arms come around me to pull me up.

“No!” I screamed, holding onto Matt tighter. “Get off me!” I cried holding onto Matt. “Y/n, you’re bleeding. Someone call and ambulance!” He yelled as another pair of arms came around me, two men having to pull me off Matt.

“The ambulance is here” another man answered.

I screamed looking down at Matt shaking my head. Pain struck through my body. My body coming out of shock as the pain from the bullet finally hit me. I looked down at Matt, as someone pulled me away from him.

Three cops crowded his body and they checked for a pulse. “Stop! Please—“ I screamed trying to fight them. Just trying to get back to Matt.

I just needed Matt and everything would be okay.

“Get her into the ambulance” Petey said looking at someone else. “Matt!” I screamed before everything went black.

That’s the last thing I remember.

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arkiliastuff · 3 months

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Always You

One shot | Noah Sebastian x Female Reader

Warnings : Fluff, a tsundere/upset Reader and a teasy Noah. (I can't deal with this man anymore he's too hot I can't stop thinking about him)

A/N : First of all, I wasn't planning on writting another one shot about Noah soon, but guess what plans changed. Also I didn't expect to be this long again, but how bizarre when it comes to Noah it gets longer...👀 And it turns out I like this fanfic very much 😌 Plus, listening After You by Meg Myers actually helped me a lot in the writting process. Hope you'll enjoy it ! :D

~ The little bean Taglist : @talialovesmiw

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You were walking back from the bar you were at, during the evening. You walked fast, irritated. Noah was a few feet behind you, looking at you with a grin on his face as he loved seeing you pouting and being flustered.

He teased you during the whole party, getting each time closer to your face as you tried to hide it, crimson red. You weren’t able to focus on anything else. You tried to talk to the other guys who were here, enjoying the break of a night party at the bar like you all used to do when they were back from touring. But you couldn’t even have a chat with any of them for more than five seconds. Noah was always by your side, putting an arm on your shoulder, or kept looking at you with his smile killing you each time.

He also knew and felt when you were watching him. While you were pretending to talk with the boys, you saw him in the corner of your eye, flipping his hair back from his face. This was something that always makes you lose your mind. This guy was completely draining every brain cell of your brain, the thought of him never leaving your mind. You were mad at him. He was teasing you way too much. That was unfair. Since he knew you had a crush on him, but tried to hide or deny it in front of him, he kept acting like that. You felt like he was only playing with your feelings and that’s why you were angry.

He knew how handsome he was to you and you were losing it. And so, during the party, you decided to leave because you couldn’t handle Noah anymore. You were about to explode if he went closer to you once more, your lips getting close every time. You were out of breath. You needed fresh air. So you left, telling the guys you were going home. And guess who decided to accompany you? Yes. Him. Noah. When he saw you leaving, he followed you, his stupid grin still on his sexy face. You let out an angry groan to hide how you were so flustered by his presence. And here you were again, walking fast in front of him trying to put some distance, but he quickly caught you up.

“Mad at me, princess ?” He said while walking by your side, still smirking.

You couldn’t take his teasing game anymore. You had to say something, otherwise, you were going to collapse at your feet. That’s the last thing you wanted to show him. Being vulnerable in front of him and admitting his teasy flirting was working so much on you. But you tried to keep it together, your anger helping you to hide a bit longer how you were drawn to him.

“Yes, I am !” You let out, angry.

“Oh? Why? What did I do ?” He said, acting innocently.

“You !!--” You clenched your fist, restraining yourself to punch his beautiful face “You know exactly what you were doing the whole night.”

“Well, you tell me.” He kept smiling.

You inhaled, getting ready for what you were about to say. You stopped walking, in the middle of the road, facing him, still with your red cheeks.

“No matter what I do, trying to talk to the others or even doing nothing, I always think about you. It’s always you. You. Over and over again. It always has been. You’re so selfish, Noah. I can’t get you out of my head. It’s been months since I have a big ass crush on you, and everyone seemed to know it before I told any of them. But you, you didn’t realize it until, God knows when, and now you’re playing with me! And I’m tired of this !! Just tell me what you want already !”

This sounded more like a confession than being angry at him. But you actually wanted to tell him your feelings for a long time. You were madly in love. So much that seeing his perfect face hurted you so much. You didn’t know how you could keep this up when you were hanging out with him and the boys. He was occupying every single one of your thoughts and dreams. You had to tell him at some point. You weren’t planning on getting angry at him. Yet, he really did push you to the edge. Somehow, he seemed to not mind you getting angry at him. He actually loved it. He kept his stupid smirk, like he knew you were giving up on avoiding him or pretending his teasing didn’t affect you. He leaned to your height, looking straight into your eyes.

“Well, I’m glad you only think about me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He said quietly, teasing you once again.

If you weren’t red enough, well you were purplish red, like a tomato about to explode. You felt every inch of your body burning, of anger or desire, or probably both. He had such a hold on you that you knew it was useless to fight or try to struggle with him. He always won and always will. Even if you already lost this battle with him, you tried not to admit your defeat as you crossed your arms against your coat.

“You’re still playing with me, are you? I knew it. You don’t feel anything for me, you just want to see me being madly in love with you to flatten your ego ?” You accused him.

He shook his head, still smiling at you but more genuinely this time.

“I’m teasing you to only see your reactions, pushing you a bit more to the edge, because I love seeing your cute face when you’re angry…” He said softly, still seductively teasing you.

He brushed his thumb on your red hot cheek, his cold gloved touch surprised you.

“... But I’m not playing with you or with your feelings. I will never. You’re too precious to me. I care for you, Y/N. I really do.”

You felt your heart flinch when he spoke your name so softly, his touch and words soothing you that made you uncross your arms.

“I guess, I’m also the one in denial who didn’t want to admit my feelings for you” He kept saying more gently “ Will you forgive me ?”

He put both of his hands on your cheeks, waiting for your answer. Was this real? You weren’t sure anymore as he teased you way too much. So you returned him the favor.

“Well… I’ll forgive you if you really mean what you’re saying to me.” You faked a pout.

He grinned again, loving you being the little brat you were.

“And what if I showed you that I really mean it ?” He said.

“Then do it, before I do it myself.” You said firmly, anticipating what was going to happen.

He smiled as he leaned closer to you, finally meeting your lips. You’ve been waiting for this, for so long. He probably had too, since how he pulled you closer against him, his strong arms caging you, deepening the kiss. This was even better than you expected, despite being in the middle of the street, people passing by behind you. But neither of you paid attention to the surroundings. It was just the two of you. You kept kissing each other until you were both out of breath. But you wanted more, you craved him.You wanted to taste his lips again. And as you stared at his darkened eyes you could tell he wanted to. The only thing that was pushing you back to go further was.. well processing your real first kiss with him. And also your own hesitation to keep going like this. Noah could see the messy blushing look on your face and he couldn’t stop smiling at the sight, with you in his arms, brushing slowly your fingers on his cheek.

“Finally giving up your shell ?” He teased once more.

You rolled your eyes in exasperation.

“And I see you’re not done teasing me, are you ?” You replied back.

“I’m not and I won’t stop. This is just the beginning. I’ll keep teasing you all night, baby.” He smirked.

You blushed at the idea of what he might do, but you forced yourself to not think about it.

“Ugh… Why am I not surprised? I should’ve expected that from you. You’re so annoying.” You pouted, raising your eyebrows.

To his dismay, you left his embrace, infuriated again and turned your back on him.

“That’s it. I’ve had enough. I’m coming home.” You let out, upset and tired of his teasing.

Yet Noah wasn’t done. It took him a few steps to catch you again. He grabbed you lightly by the wrist, stopping you from leaving. Then, he pulled you close to him, holding you from behind with his arms around your waist. Feeling his warmth in your back made you sweat as your body’s heat was increasing quickly.

“What the..? What are you doing ??” You stumbled, blushing again and almost ready to fight him.

“Don’t leave just yet.” He whispered to your ear “Let me hold you for two seconds. Then I’ll walk back home with you."

You expected him to tease you again but he seemed more sincere and serious this time.

“Fine…” You capitulated “But no more teasing, alright ?”

“Hmm.. No promises.” He mouthed, hiding his face in your neck.

You grumbled a bit before releasing the pressure and exasperation of his teasing, actually enjoying the cuddle. His breath was soothing you as he was inhaling the sweet perfume of your hair. Both of you stood in the middle of the road, hearing the cars passing by during this cold night. You were glad Noah was there. Indeed, he was keeping you warm, his huge body covering yours like a blanket. Two seconds had passed but you wanted to stay like this a bit longer, despite the cold getting through your thighs. Noah felt you were shivering and that’s when he decided to break his embrace.

“Come on, let me walk you home. At this rate, you’re going to freeze to death.” He said, gently holding your hand.

His tender touch caught you off guard but you didn’t complain. As long as you could be a little longer with him, that’s all that mattered. You looked at his gloved hands, so big compared to yours intertwined with his. Then you looked at Noah, staring at his profile and how he looked so gorgeous no matter which angle.

“That’s so unfair.” You mumbled in your scarf, hiding your red face.

“What’s unfair ?” He asked, looking at you, amused again.

“You…” You began and continued “You are so unfair. I cannot comprehend how you can be such a teasy fool and be so gentle at the same time ?!”

He smiled, with the kind of smile he always does. The one that showed his perfect teeth and the curve of his cheeks going up, making all of his traits harmonize together. The kind of smile that always made you melt. With that, he let out a soft chuckle, which sounded like a sweet melody to your ears. God, how much you loved seeing his genuine smile on his face and hearing his laugh.

“I guess, it’s just the way I am.” He replied, simply.

You were not really convinced by this answer though.

“You’re just surreal. Like you’re coming out of a dream.” You stated.

“Yet, I’m right here, Y/N. Right next to you.”

Your hand still in his, he gently put the tip of your knuckles to his lips, leaving the sweetest kiss you ever had.

“See? Is that enough to prove it to you ?” He smiled, satisfied to see you red as a traffic light again.

“Um... I guess so…” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, too much flustered for your own good.

The way back to your flat went well somehow. At first, you felt awkward about the silence between the two of you, but seeing that Noah didn’t mind it did ease you. He was enjoying this peaceful moment with you. Even if you were less tense around him, you were still processing what happened. All of his teasy behavior and him admitting his feelings for you was quite a lot to assimilate. You didn’t expect it to be that mutual.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you had arrived at your front door until Noah told you.

“We’re here.” He spoke softly.

You felt your heart ache when you were about to let go of his hand. He took his time, as he didn’t want to let go either. You remained silent though, not knowing what to say or to do.

“Well… I’ll see you next time. Good night.” He said.

Panic started to rise in your chest, your heart beating so fast, as you saw him about to leave.

What did he mean by “next time” ? He couldn’t leave you like that. You wanted to see him as much as you could before he went back touring… And God knows when he’ll be back.

Without any other hesitation, you rushed to him and grabbed a piece of his black coat sleeve.

“Wait..! Can’t you stay a bit longer? At least… stay here for the night. You can sleep on my couch and you can go back in the morning. If you want.. of course.” You begged.

You stuttered at your words at the end, not sure if your request was appropriate. You lowered your head, staring at your feet as the embarrassment rose. You kept holding his sleeve, not letting him go this time. Noah turned around and leaned a bit to cup your face so you could look at him.

“Look who’s the needy one this time.” He mused, making you blush “Sure, I’ll stay with you. I’m fine sleeping on the couch.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he accepted your offer. You just nodded at him, smiling nervously as the both of you entered your apartment. You took off your coat and scarf before leaving your boots in the doorway. Noah did the same while following you in your living room. You started to put more cushions, a pillow and a blanket on the couch that you took from your closet. Then, you realized how small your couch was compared to Noah.

“Actually, I’ve realized that it might be better for you to sleep in my bed than here...”

He looked at you, tilting his head on his left, smiling at you.

“Oh ? How interesting. You want me so badly in your bed, huh ? You could have just asked right away, you know.”

You stepped back, waving your hands at him to undo the teasing he was doing to fluster you even more.

“No, no ! Erm.. I just don’t want you to hurt your back or anything… You know what, I’ll sleep on the couch myself."

“Or… If your bed is big enough for the two of us, we can sleep together.” He teased, getting closer to you.

Oh, no. Why did you invite him to your place again ? Right. Because you love him.

“I’ll promise I’ll behave.” he smirked.

Your eyes widened before stepping a little from him, trying to get yourself together.

“Well, you better be ! Or I’m kicking you out of the bed.” You warned him.

“Deal.” He chuckled.

Once you set up your bed with Noah’s help, you went into the bathroom to get changed into more comfortable pajamas. Not like you were nervous about how ridiculous it would look or not like you cared about Noah’s opinion either. He said he wasn’t going to do anything. Yeah, it was better to keep it that way. For now. Too many things happened during this night. You were barely realizing he was here, at your house, sleeping in your bed with you. As you were brushing your teeth, you were overthinking the situation. Come on, get yourself together! But how could you remain calm as the man you’ve always dreamt about was here now ?

You spat your toothpaste before washing your mouth and heading back to your room. Noah was sitting at the edge of it, undressing his black coat and his dark sweater, just to be comfortable in his turtleneck shirt. You never imagined a man could look that good in a turtleneck shirt. Timidly, you cleared your throat, interrupting your own fantasies.

“Sorry, I don’t have any other clothes that would fit you. But I have an extra tooth brush, in the bathroom’s small cabinet, if you want…”

He smiled at you so lovingly, putting his cheek in the palm of his tattooed hand, visibly moved by your concern.

“Worried about my well-being, are we ? How thoughtful of you.” He grinned

“Well.. Yeah..! What about it ?”

“I think it’s adorable.” He said softly, a large smile still curling his lips.

“Oh, shut up and go to the bathroom already !” You gave up.

He stood up and went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth. A few minutes later, he lied down in the bed next to you. You tried to hide your smile in the blanket, as you were getting close to him.

“Happy to see me, here ?” He said, amused to see your happy face.

You nodded shyly as an approval, making him grin again. You got closer to him, facing his covered torso before lifting up your chin to gaze at him.

“So… When are you going back touring ?” You asked.

“In two days. I’ll help everyone get everything packed up tomorrow. Which is why I’ll leave early when the morning comes” He replied quietly.

You felt a bit sad, imagining him leaving already, but that was a thought for later. You rolled a bit more with the blankets, like a sushi.

“Thank you for staying tonight, Noah.” You mumbled after a short silence.

“My pleasure, sweetheart." He responded softly while stucking a strand behind your ear.

His gentle touch made you melt again. You snuggled a bit closer to him feeling his warmth and breathing his cologne. How relaxing it was. Noah wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close to him.

“Goodnight.” He said, leaving soft kisses on your forehead.

As you were going to sleep, you barely heard him. And also you hardly remembered saying “ ‘Love you” to him.

When you woke up, early in the morning, the other side of the bed was empty. You put your hand on the mattress, hardly feeling Noah’s warmth. He left early as he said last night. You couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic as you stroke the bedsheets to remember his presence. You missed him already. Then, under your touch, you found a piece of clothing, hidden under the blanket. You recognized it. It was Noah’s sweater. The one he was wearing last night. As you were wondering why he left it, your phone buzzed on the nightstand next to you. Curious, you picked it up.

Noah : Thank you for the night, princess. The bed was comfortable with you cuddling me. You can keep the sweater as a souvenir. Love you too.

You let out a small laugh while you read his message, holding his sweater close to you. You could still inhale Noah’s perfume, as if he was still with you.

“Idiot…” You murmured to yourself with a smile.

He sure was a teasy idiot but you loved him so much. It was impossible for you to get him out of your head. And you liked it that way.

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nnight-dances · 1 year

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SOME GUY!

pairings: mark lee x f!reader genre: fluff, angst, heated moments tropes: close friends to lovers?, mark avoids u because he's stupid, taeyong as your perfect ex who's still in love w u, u kiss mark's face to shut him up. warnings: mint ice-cream slander, mark is some guy, skinship, college frat party, not proofread.

author's note: haha guess who's in their mark phase hhhhh... sorry he's just such an interesting guy i could write him all day long. either way!!! more mark appreciation, less depression <3

—

at the end of the day, mark really was just some guy.

that’s what he thought to himself everytime he sat down to really consider the reality of all things. he doesn’t mean to get all self-deprecating and emo like that, but it was just a neutral truth thing that kinda hurts the first time you realize it but then it’s just the obvious thing in your daily life. but of course, if he ever did tell someone that he always felt like some guy among a bunch of cool guys, regardless of their gender, he would have to sit through one of those ultimately useless and pitiful speeches about how talented he really was.

— “you know what? you’re right!”

mark’s thoughts zap off their route when he hears you agree with his remark a few seconds ago. honestly, he hadn’t been completely sure if you’d heard him because of the lack of reaction you’d given him. but when you suddenly chuckle and agree with him, mark chokes over the stream of dr pepper in his throat.

he coughs desperately, “wait, what?”

your smile widens, “you’re just some guy. that’s like the perfect description of you.”

under normal circumstances, mark thinnks he would’ve been offended by how certain you sound. but the way you say it? it’s not like you’re trying to be mean or condescending… more like you’re just saying the truth. the neutral truth thing…

“i can’t believe you,” mark mutters, face splitting in a laugh, “i can’t believe you’re agreeing with me!” you look slightly confused but continue, “don’t tell me you’re hurt? you were the one who brought it up!”

mark shakes his head, controlling his laughter, still slightly losing his mind. “you’re really something, bro. i just didn’t expect you to actually be honest.” he laughs again, taking a sip of his drink again, becoming aware that he was being too loud for a bookstore. thankfully though, on a brief glance around, nobody seemed to care.

you fiddle with the zipper of your pencil pouch in thought. then, a shrug as you look back at mark, “hmm, isn’t that funny. i’m some thing, you’re some guy.”

mark falls into another fit of laughter before he knows it, disbelieving more than anything over your badly disguised shamelessness. you hold in a laugh as you land the last punch to his gut, “the perfect pair, isn’t it?” — the punch that sends him right into an oblivion of a world where nothing except you makes sense.

(ok perhaps, mark was being a tad dramatic. you know what he means though: he’s smitten.)

—

if someone were to kidnap you for the purposes of interrogating your honesty behind your claims that you thought mark was some guy, you’d probably get shot in the head instead, because there was no way you were letting anyone in on the information that you did not actually consider mark some guy.

maybe, a little, yes, but at this point, the phrase ‘some guy’ needs some more definiton. some guy as in boring and bland and dry and overdone? absolutely not. if that was what mark was, you wouldn’t have been committing every last one of your wednesday evenings, aka the only free evenings you ever get, to sitting in a crowded bookstore to pretend to do homework with him. you never did homework with mark around.

mark was the kind of some guy that was just being himself. yeah, that’s all you got. mark was mark. good explanation.

“bro? y/n, you good?”

you blink, finding mark swaying in front of you. you were currently sat on a bench near the building where your next class was.

“uhh, sorry,” you take off your headphones to look up at mark, “what are you doing on this part of campus?”

mark shrugs with a playful smile, “why can’t i be here?”

“because you literally don’t take any classes in the econ department?”

he shrugs again, “what if i’ve changed my ways? we’re still young and free, y/n, think a little outside the box, won’t you?”

“you’re taking econ? how- how did you-?”

“oh, look at that,” mark cuts you off, holding up his phone in front of your face. the time reads 11:05 am. “it’s time for our class. let’s go.” you’re busy processing his words (our class???) when he pulls you by the arm and toward the hall behind you.

and that’s the story of how you go from knowing absolutely nobody in your econ class, to sitting next mark in the extremely damp and cramped chairs of your econ class which means your arm is constantly touching his which you, for some reason, don’t hate. probably because the chilly fall wind coming through the window next to mark always makes you glad for the warmth.

mark, on the other hand, smiles a small smile whenever you shuffle closer because even though, the guy (doyoung is his name?) in front of him is always asking him to close the window, he would rather not.

—

“you’re kidding? ice-cream? in this fucking weather?” you question mark, coughing a fake cough to make your point.

“what are you, a coward?”

when you give mark an unimpressed look, he breaks a laugh, grabbing hold of you by your elbow. cheekily, he says, “please. for me?”

you frown, feeling your resolve crumble under his stupid gaze, “i hate you,” you say but let mark pull you after him into the tiny corner shop.

the two of you huddle over the menu of the ice-cream shop, and you exclaim quietly, “oh! i’ve been wanting to try their raspberry choco flavor for a while!” mark looks between you and menu, “ah, really? that sounds kinda good.”

then, he shifts to look at the girl behind the counter, “uhh, we’ll have one mint chocolate and one raspberry choco, please.” you gasp at mark’s choice, “m-mint chocolate?! mark. i think i might break up with you.”

mark is too busy reddening at your joke that hits too close to home to notice the worker chuckling at you. she processes your orders and mark has time to recover.

when he looks back at you, you’re still grimacing. “i didn’t think you could get any worse.”

“are you sure you should be saying that to someone who’s treating you to icecream?”

“huh?” your eyes widen and then you smile, “ahhh, i see. i wasn’t aware you were bribing me into have a favorable opinion of you.” before mark can retort though, you continue with a smirk, “i’m not complaining though.”

your smirk both flusters and scares mark because it’s evidence you’re upto no good in your head but before he can air his suspicion, you’re reaching out for the two cones of icecream that the girl is handing out.

“you guys are really cute together,” the worker remarks shyly, giving you a thumbs up of approval.

mark chokes on the first bite of his mint choco icecream. you look at mark and he expects you to shut down the worker swiftly, but then you reach for his hand, pulling him closer with a bashful smile and say, “thanks, that’s really sweet of you.”

“uh-?” you cut mark’s question off by pulling him out of the store after you.

when you’re outside, you burst into laughter at the perplexed look on mark’s look, looking absolutely adorable next to his already melting green blob of an abomination.

—

the next morning, mark is still suffering through it, unable to come to terms with your actions yesterday. they were honestly not out of character for you. you were always one to do shit just because you knew it would get a reaction out of someone else. like, that time you didn’t tell mark he had spinach in his teeth the whole time he was speaking in econ and only told him at the end. yeah, sure, but surely that was different from you pretending that you and mark were together. right?

mark’s pulled out of his thoughts when his phone buzzes next to his pillow. he stirs to his side, opening his phone only to find a text from you.

y/n: fuck u

mark’s heart skips a beat, no matter the fact that you’re swearing at him the first thing in the morning.

mark: what did i do now…

y/n: it’s ur fault

mark: ???

y/n: i’m fuckin sick

“oh, fuck,” mark swears, sitting up with a frown, fingers quickly shooting a flurry of concerned texts back.

mark: oh shit really?

mark: im so sorry

mark: how bad is it?

y/n: it’s just a cold, dw not that bad

mark: what does that mean?

you, however, don’t bother to elaborate any more on your condition, going silent.

he groans, guilt settling in the slouch of his shoulder as he stares at his screen for a solid 10 minutes before giving up on your response. as he gets ready for the day, at the top of mark’s to do list is to visit your dorm room with medicine and snacks.

but by the time 3 pm rolls around, mark finds himself constantly distracted by classes and homeowork. he looks at the time and sighs. you hadn’t managed to get back to him. but considering how he hadn’t seen you in econ or lunch, your cold was more than ‘not bad’.

sitting outside the library to collect his thoughts, he spots chaewon, your roommate. the two of you had run into mark on a grocery shopping errand and mark had had a decent enough conversation to make him run up to chaewon.

“oh!” chaewon is surprised at first when mark blocks her way with a quick hey. “oh hey, mark!”

“um,” mark looks at the take-out box in her hands, “um, is that for y/n?”

“oh, yeah. did you hear? she woke up this morning with a fever.”

“a fever?”

“yeah, it was pretty high too. i had to force her to stay in bed or i think she would’ve just gone to class like the dumbass she is.”

mark frowns, “oh, no. has she eaten all day?”

chaewon hums in thought, “she told me she was fine for breakfast. i’m not sure if she had lunch though so i was just going to take some pizza and salad in case she’s been starving.”

mark’s frown deepens as she adds, “oh i better hurry though! i have to get back here in time for my dance practice.”

“ah…” he scratches his head, “uhh, if you’re busy, i wouldn’t mind dropping it off to y/n.”

chaewon raises an eyebrow, “wait, really? you’d do that?”

“um, yeah. it’s my fault she got sick anyway. i made her eat icecream last night.”

she laughs, “a little icecream wouldn’t have done that. but sure! it’d be a great help, if you did that. thanks, mark.”

mark hadn’t thought this through, he realizes when he reaches the door that reads y/n on the door, right next to chaewon. he takes a deep breath, clearing his throat, before knocking on the door. “y/n?” his voice breaks mid-sentence and he wants to hide in a hole somewhere, but you’re quick to throw your door open.

your hair is up in a bun which bobs in rhythm with your head, when you find mark outside your room, “mark? what the fuck are you doing here?”

“you weren’t responding to my texts,” he mumbles, and then holds up chaewon’s takeout box in one hand and in the other, the bag of medicine and snacks he’d packed. “i come bearing gifts though.”

you cough hoarsely into your elbow, pulling at the hem of your green hoodie as you consider mark in front of you. “you could’ve told me you were coming,” you sound… shy? mark thinks as he follows into your room after you gesture him to enter.

he looks at your bed and chuckles at the mess that is your bed. then, he smiles as he looks at the eccentric yet coherent collage of pictures and letters on your wall. “this is so you,” he comments and places the food and medicine on your table.

you pout, “a room that looks like all hell broke lose… is me? wow, thanks, mark.”

mark wants to refute your comment, he does, but then he gets distracted by how the way you say his name in your hoarse inside voice and he coughs a little. “i got you medicine though?” he sounds squeaky to his own ears.

you smile though at that, looking inside the bag he’s kept. “ahhh, ramen! i knew i could count on you, mark lee.”

mark almost wants to beg you to stop saying his name so much. but instead he shoots you a thumbs up, “how are you holding up?”

you nod in thought, still unpacking everything mark bought, “hmm, i’m alive. you should’ve seen me in the morning though i felt like something was trying to crawl out my skin.”

you laugh at the imagery, pausing when you catch the guilty look on mark. you already know he’s about to apologize when he opens his mouth. you hold up a finger threateningly, “i know i said that in the morning, but it’s not actually your fault. i always get sick like this every time fall rolls around.”

“no, for real though, i did force you to come eat icecream with me, didn’t i? i’m sorry.”

“ugh, mark, trust me, i wouldn’t have eaten the icecream if i really didn’t want to,” you say, too kindly for your usual snarkiness as if you can sense how genuine mark’s apology was, “for real, my body’s just weird like that.”

when mark remains silent for another minute, you groan, “i know! you can repay me. stay and we can watch a movie or something. all the sleeping’s making me feel gross. plus, i couldn’t eat all this food myself.”

and that’s how mark finds himself settled next to you on your bed, blanket covering half his body, watching gilmore girls (your fall preference of entertainment, it seems). the first half hour went by fine, with one of you commenting ocassionally at something the characters did, but then you shifted closer to mark with a cough.

he was shocked at first but then he wonders if the medicine you’d taken before were starting to take effect. (he’d questioned how wise it was for you to be taking them before watching something, but he also didn’t want to make your condition worse.)

“you good, y/n?” he mumbles under his breath when he feels your head come to rest against his shoulder. he sounds surprisingly calm for the turmoil that is bursting within his veins at the contact.

you hum in acknowledgement, sniffing a little, “yeah, just a little sleepy.”

“oh, you should probably rest then,” mark reaches for the spacebar to pause the episode but your cold hand pulls his finger away. except you don’t let go of his finger, instead seeming to crave warmth, you’re suddenly holding his hand, icy fingertips coming to rest against the back of his palm.

mark’s hearbeat is in his ears by now but he lets you hold his hand as you protest, “mm, don’t wanna sleep. just keep watching.”

you don’t sound promising but he doesn’t argue, letting you having the final say in this situation.

five minutes later though, you stir against mark’s side, arm now in his lap and… yeah, you’re falling asleep.

mark freezes at the realization when he sees your eyelashes fluttering shut. oh god. oh no… this wasn’t good for his well-being. or his obsession with you. or anything.

he clears his throat, hating himself, “um, y/n?”

you don’t respond except for a short grunt that indicates you don’t intend to wake up. he doesn’t have the heart to move you but also, this wasn’t right, was it?

there wasn’t anything wrong with it per se, except of course the fact that it did not help mark’s big fat ugly crush on you or the fact that he spent the whole day thinking about how you were sick and it was his fault.

you move slightly in your sleep, suddenly seeming to come to. your eyes open a little, “mark?” your voice is dangerously low.

“yeah?” mark can hear the nerves in his voice.

you’re pulling him now, without a warning, onto your bed. “you’re warm. stay.”

mark’s eyes widen when you turn to hug him around the waist.

fuck. fuck. fuck. FUCK. this was… THIS IS…. UTREJKLSGIURKEJU?????YGSAELRIAY

mark brain malfunctions for a good minute before he remembers how to think. first, he thinks he has to leave or you’ll hate him forever. but when he tries to budge, you groan an annoyed groan making him scared to leave..

??? what is one supposed to do in these circumstances?

he stills, deciding it was better if he let you doze off comfortably. he slowly places an arm around your shoulder, patting a reassuring back rub into your skin. you nuzzle closer into him, clueless of the way mark is short-circuiting.

before he knows it though, mark finds himself dozing off, chin pressed up against the bone of your shoulder. the sleep isn’t chaotic like his thoughts usually are, but it’s a peaceful sleep, the kind that you only get when you share a bed with someone.

—

ever since that eventful… nap, mark has found himself growing closer to you, in all senses of the phrase. you’d seemed to start trusting mark more, your bookstore evenings turning into whole days spent in each other’s company. sometimes you’d be at each other’s room, more often yours, but otherwise, you’d end up in some new corner of campus, giggling over half-completed essays and collectively complaining about econ.

you’d also grown closer… physically. something about spending a sick evening in someone’s arms, you’d like to say. whatever the reason was, one way or another, you’d find a way to be next to each other.

you’d made a habit of holding mark’s hand, especially on colder days when your fingers lost all feeling till you pressed them into the knuckles of mark’s warm ones. other times, mark’s hand would be on your shoulder or back, casually doodling into your skin, a lazy smile on his face while you dramatically narrate some event from your life.

mark could tell something was different, though he dared not investigate what it was, too afraid to mess up what he had right now.

but then, he does the stupid thing of asking you the question.

it’s on a late night hangout in your room when chaewon’s out for the weekend to visit home, and y’all are sprawled on your bed, exhausted from a movie marathon.

something about the dim lights and the way you lean against his shoulder, makes him speak. “do you like someone right now?”

for a good while, mark thinks he mustn’t have asked the question out loud because of how quiet you are. but then, “what about you?”

“not fair! i asked you first,” mark complains with a chuckle. you shrug, “not telling if you don’t.”

he rolls his eyes, “two can play this game, y’know. i’m not giving.”

“ugh, fine. i’ll tell you about my ex for now.”

mark’s ear perks up at the mention and he waits for you to continue.

“ah, this is so embarassing to talk about. but.. last semester i was with taeyong.”

“wait. lee taeyong?”

“mhm-hm. you know him? he was a good guy, but i don’t know, something felt off. we broke up right before new year’s eve so that was fun.”

mark falls silent as he recalls everything he can about lee taeyong. so far he has: perfect face and killer charm. oh yeah, wasn’t he a student athlete?

“you dated an athelete?” mark can’t help but ask.

“see! i know you’d make fun,” you whine, hiding your face in your hands.

“no- no, i’m not making fun. that’s insane. taeyong is, like, famous.”

you groan, “and you’re listing all the reasons i broke up with him.”

mark isn’t sure what he can do with this information so he releases a strained chuckle, suddenly ready to head back to his room. he can’t be too obvious though, so he waits a bit.

“what about you?” you ask him, poking his arm. “any embarassing boyfriends?”

mark laughs despite it all, “i wish. i was in a silly little relationship but it was so long ago that i hardly remember.” with that, he sits up, a little abruptly.

you frown as he clears his throat, “um, anyway, i should get back soon. i’ve got to sleep.”

“the fuck?” you question, “it’s like 11 pm?”

“well, yeah, i have an early morning tomorrow.”

“on a sunday?”

“yeah, uhm, i forgot to tell you about this new job i have. anyways, i should really sleep soon. i’ll see you later, yeah?”

and just like that, mark leaves your room, with you gaping at how fast he’d made his exit, not even bothering to make real excuses. new job? halfway through the semester? yeah, sure. you feel your mood dampening at mark’s sudden cold shoulder, wondering if you’d upset him. but no matter how many times you thought about it, you weren’t sure what had made him act like that.

mark, on the other hand, can’t get the conversation out of his head, even as he walks to the library at 8 am on a sunday, ready to finish all traces of homework in existence. it doesn’t matter though because sitting in the silence of the study room, his mind repeats your words.

he was a good guy, but i don’t know, something felt off.

boy, did mark feel stupid as shit. for everything? for thinking you were into him. somewhere along the way, your hands on his had him confused. for a minute there, he had stopped thinking about how he was actually just some guy. some guy who you chose to hang out with now and then, some guy who was your friend. mark was nowhere close to being taeyong, and even taeyong didn’t cut it for you. really, though, he couldn’t blame you. you really did deserve the best anyone could imagine.

a text from you interrupts his self-loathing spiralling.

y/n: heyoo!! u alive?

y/n: u left kinda abruptly last night. is everything ok?

mark clenches his fist as if to obliterate the hopeful smile that threatens his face. he thinks of how he might respond: sorry cant talk i’ve to make sure i’m not in love with u before i see u again or maybe: sorry i’m just trying not to cry in broad daylight bc i love u too much hjbykyvkvyf

��fuck! sorry!” a voice pulls mark back from his head. he looks up to see who’s broken into his study room… only to see lee taeyong standing there in confusion. of course this happens to mark.

“uhh, can i help you?” mark barely controls the snap that tries to escape him at the sight of taeyong.

“um, sorry,” taeyong looks down at his phone then back at mark, “i could’ve sworn i booked this room for the next hour…”

mark frowns, certain he’d booked this room for the next two hours. usually, he would’ve just told taeyong he’s booked it wrong, but instead he just says, “oh? i guess you can take this room then. i’ll go somewhere else.”

mark starts packing up but the other boy protests quickly, “no, no! it’s okay. i- um, i’d feel bad if you did that. what if… what if we shared? it’ll be nice to have someone else in the room, no?” taeyong smiles brightly at mark and the latter wants his eyes to stop working already.

call it the law of inertia, but something in mark doesn’t let him just leave the room, almost intrigued by how this might turn out. “alright, then.”

taeyong, as much as mark hates to admit it, is really nice. he hadn’t ever heard anything to refute that, but sitting silently in a room with someone really tells you all you need to know about someone. either way, the study sessions somehow seems to provide mark some sense of peace.

or so he thinks.

what he doesn’t expect is that two hours later, as the two of them are packing up to empty the room for the next occupant, for the next occupant to be… you. yes, of course, that’s gonna happen in this story.

for a moment, mark doesn’t find it particularly shocking to see you but when he notices the stiff look you share with taeyong, he realizes what’s happening.

you’d just entered the room with a knock when you’d noticed who was inside. your eyes travel between mark and taeyong, your mind unable to make sense of this.

your first thought is… is this why mark was weird last night? because he was close to taeyong and got offended by your remarks?

that would be the easy alternate, wouldn’t it? but even you can tell there’s a dryness in the way mark looks at the two of you, a look that unsettles you. of course, the sight of taeyong also unsettles you.

he speaks up before you, “y/n?”

you awkwardly wave at the two of them, “hi mark. hey taeyong. didn’t expect to see the two of you together.”

you look at mark pointedly but he’s not giving you much to work with. he just laughs as taeyong rushes to explain, “ah, i made a mistake in booking this room at the same time as mark, and he was kind enough to let me stay.”

marks want to leave right now. because of the way taeyong’s eyes are sparkling at the sight of you, hands nervously fidgeting. but he decides against it, when he sees you uneasy you seem, tight grip around the strap of your tote bag.

“what are you doing here?” mark asks and a part of you is relieved that he’s talking to you.

“um, homework. i didn’t really know what else to do ever since my friend started ghosting me.”

mark flinches at your attack, but persists in looking as indifferent as he can. “sorry about that, i got caught up finishing this essay.”

taeyong awkwardly coughs, “um, i should probably leave now. i have practice to get to.”

mark is quick to follow after taeyong, scared to death of being alone in a room with you. he doesn’t know what to do with himself around you anymore. “uhh, yeah, i’ll leave you to do homework, then! see ya!”

and just like that, it’s a repeat of last night. mark’s back receding except this time you watch him wave at you with a half-hearted smile as he leaves. you barely manage to close the door behind you before you feel yourself tear up.

this is stupid, you realize through tears, to be crying over something like this. but something like this? it meant a lot to you. you sit where mark sat minutes ago, the same disappointment in your eyes and a similar weight in your heart.

mark is not having the time of his life either though, as he walks out the library with taeyong, who starts asking questions about you as soon as he can.

“so you’re friends with y/n?” mark simply nods at that, having seen this coming.

“that’s cool. she’s really cool, isn’t she?”

“yeah, i suppose. she’s fun.”

“how close are you to her?”

mark laughs dismissively, “haha, i feel like i’ve done something wrong. calm down, bro.”

taeyong flushes at that, rubbing his neck, “oh, sorry. i didn’t mean to interrogate you like that. it’s just… you probably know about us, right?”

that words leaves taeyong’s mouth and buries itself deep into mark’s heart. us.

taeyong continues, “it’s just that i really miss her, man. i don’t think i’ve had as much fun with anyone else since her. or maybe, it’s just because i’m always comparing everyone to her.”

mark really doesn’t know what to say, feeling himself stuck in a similar situation. “hmm, it’ll get better.”

“i hope you’re right,” taeyong says, cheerfully patting mark’s back, “well, i have to go that way. see you around, bro. take care of her.”

take care of her? marks smiles remorsefully as he watches taeyong leave. and he wonders what was going on in your mind when you broke up with someone that perfect? what went on in your head when you befriended mark, just some guy?

—

on saturday, it’s been a whole week since you’ve talked to mark. you’d actually stayed up all night yesterday hoping he’d have a change of heart on friday night, and he’d text you with a can we talk? or come knocking on your door with an apologetic smile with some silly excuse. and you would’ve accepted it all because you were not familar with a mark-less existence. the past week was.. not good for you.

but on saturday night, you decide it’s enough. or rather, chaewon decides it’s enough when she sees you ready to spend the night in bed.

“y/n, i’m sorry but i can’t respect your stupid decisions anymore,” she bursts into the room with a concerned look.

you frown, “ouch? you just called me stupid.”

“because that’s what you’re being. i don’t care if you’re going through it, i’m not letting you woe over some guy on the weekend.”

you grimace at the phrase some guy, remembering your conversation with mark. “hey! i’m talking to you, miss,” chaewon’s hands pull off your bed. “let’s go out tonight. i don’t care.”

“chaewon…” you complain, voice low.

“y/n, my dear friend, stop giving up on life because mark lee is ghosting you. if i know anything about the two of you, y’all will be back to cuddling each other next week.”

you want to say you’re afraid that’s not gonna happen but chaewon is moving too fast for you. she throws a dress at you and then, a coat. “wear those and come to yunjin’s room. we’re pre-gaming.”

an hour later, you’re not feeling so bad after all. you’d forgotten how fun getting wasted really was. you giggle hopelessly when yunjin cracks another “slayyy~” at chaewon’s empty glass. as sakura pours her another shot, you nudge her with your own empty cup.

your roommate frowns a little, “you sure you’re not going too fast?”

you roll your eyes, “chaewon! you’re the one who wanted to slut me out tonight. how am i gonna do that sober?” that makes everyone double up in laughter and you down the vodka with a triumphant sigh.

another hour later, you’re really feeling yourself. the pre-game finally ended with all of you walking to the frat that was throwing tonight. the first step you take into the crowded room has you regretting your decision, but your worries go to waste once you’re hearing the music blast through your veins.

you stay within chaewon’s group for most of the night. the girls are fun, yunjin being one of the best people you’ve partied with. it’s halfway through a doja cat song when you feel your bladder getting full from all the beer. you groan at all the effort it’s gonna take to go upstairs to where the bathroom was, but you could use a break.

you quickly tell chaewon you’ll be back, pointing in the direction of the bathroom and reassure her you’re fine when she asks to come with. the world is definitely spinning as you go up the stairs but you do make it to the top without falling over.

but as soon as you reach for the door of the bathroom, you lose balance as the person inside emerges. “fuck,” you groan, falling over into the person ahead, “’m sorry,” you mumble, supporting yourself against the sink.

you’re ready to push whoever it is out of the bathroom when you heard a familar voice. “y/n?”

you look up and actually gasp when you see mark in front of you. “mark?!” you sound incredulous but honestly, you’re just ecstatic. “i miss you,” you say your thoughts shamelessly.

mark reddens or so your vision tells you. “y/n, are you drunk?”

you frown and shake your head, about to explain yourself when a loud voice outside tells you to hurry up with your business, the door still open. mark shouts a, “find somewhere else, buddy!” and shuts the door, locking it behind him.

your drunk brain isn’t doing well with the concept of you in a locked room with mark. “are you drunk, mark?”

mark laughs at your question, “a little, yeah.”

“okay, good, then can you just-” you lose your balance again and mark steadies you instantly, warm hand on your elbow. you lose your train of thoughts at the feel of him, looking into his eyes wordlessly.

you think you stay there for a minute like that, the two of you just catching up on all the looks you’ve missed out on in the last week.

“why are you mad at me?” you ask the question that’s been bugging you for ages. wanting mark to understand how hurt you’ve been, you pull at the sleeve of shirt, “i’ve been so sad. why are you avoiding me?”

mark takes your hand in his, “no! it’s not like that. i’m… not mad at you.”

“really?” you question him through a pout, “really?”

he doesn’t know what to do when pinned with that gaze of yours in that moment. and then his eyes land up on your lips, your little pout.

he knew the alcohol was a bad idea because now he can’t think straight, knowing he has to explain everything to you or he might lose it all. but somehow, instead of words, he feels another ugre crawl up his skin.

just as you open your mouth to speak, you feel mark’s lips on yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. you gasp into his mouth, and he pulls away just as soon as he leaned in. he drops your hand, falling to his knees.

it takes you a moment to re-orient yourself after the taste of mark in your mouth, but you hear mark sniffle and instantly join him on the ground, hands on his face.

“are you crying?”

mark tries to stop himself but he can’t. “i’m sorry, y/n. i’m so sorry.”

“hey,” you find yourself sobering up. how could you not when mark lee is in front of you, tears staining his ever-smiling face? “hey, mark, look at me.” he wipes at his face shakily, looking up at you through a fresh flood of tears.

“i’m sorry,” his voice breaks, “i’ve been acting so selfish with you. i shouldn’t have avoided you. i shouldn’t have kissed you. i’m.. it’s all because…” he trails off conveniently at the part of his sentence you most need to hear.

your fingers trail down to his chin, bringing his face back up, “it’s all because of what, mark? talk to me, baby.”

something in mark uncoils when you coo at him lovingly like that, his name as breathy as the nickname you suddenly throw at him. his lip quivers but his words are clear as day, “fuck, i’m into you, y/n. i know i’m just some guy really but i think i like you. i- like romantically, i’m dying to be with you.” he sighs when you don’t say anything, stunned into silence.

your hand stays put on his face though which mark thinks of as a good sign. gingerly, he takes your hand, gaze pointed at your interlocked fingers. “i know it’s awkward because you’re not into me like that. it’s all good, i understand.”

“mark, you’re drunk,” you finally mumble out, hand twitching in disbelief. “you’re just saying things.”

mark stiffens, “w-what? no! i’m serious, y/n. i’m not even that drunk anymore. how could i be, when you’re right here?” but then, he stirs, hands leaving yours, “oh, but if you’d rather forget that this happened—”

it’s a replay of five minutes ago, except this time your lips come crashing into mark’s, with so much force that you topple him over. he takes you with him, hand finding purchase at your waist as he pulls you on top of him, his back hitting the door of the bathroom.

your kiss is fierce, almost angry because you did not deserve to be kept in the dark about mark’s feelings. you push closer to him, making him groan into your lips at the intensity. you pull away then, hand at mark’s chest, “i hate you for avoiding me like that, mark. i can’t believe you.”

mark tries to explain himself but you’re kissing him again, swallowing his words whole, unforgiving in the way your hands grip his arms. again, you pull away, “what did you think? that i’d stop talking to you because you like me? you’re so stupid sometimes, mark.”

“i don’t—”

“no, you don’t understand. do you see me right now?” mark nods, eyes trailing at your disheveled state. mark couldn’t forget this sight if he wanted to: your hair wet with sweat, panting in between mark’s legs, lips a breath away.

“do i look like i hate you?”

“i mean, you do look annoyed,” mark remarks and you slap his arm with a snarl.

“that’s because you’re being unfair. what about my feelings for you, huh?” you challenge with a glare. “what about how much i suffered just because you decided to not show up to the bookstore? all because you came to some stupid conclusion by yourself?”

“wait,” mark starts, but you’re not letting him talk.

“no, listen, if i could, i’d seriously slap you. because i’m that down bad for you, mark! i’ve been thinking about doing this with you ever since you fell asleep in my bed that day. so fuck you, for hurting me like that.”

you’re breathless, eyes still trained on mark with that look of betrayal mixed with desire. you can’t help yourself though, mark looks absolutely breath-taking in front of you, mouth ajar in shock, lips red from your relentless kisses.

mark takes too long to process your words just then, long enough that you’re coming down from your high, embarassment flooding your veins. you go cold, standing up with a grunt. “i’m just gonna go back,” you mutter in disappointment, leaving before you can see mark’s response.

he’s coming back to his senses now, realizing that maybe you were right about how stupid he’d been. “fuck,” he breathes out, regaining his footing as he chases after you.

this chase proves to be difficult, given that the party only seems to have gotten more crowded since mark left. he struggles through the throngs of people, shouldering through, when he spots a silhouette of you in his peripheral vision. you were outside, apparently talking to another taller figure.

mark follows your shadow to the door, quickly making his way out. his breath hitches when he finds taeyong next to you. his arm is around your shoulder and you’re speaking to him in a low voice.

“y/n,” mark calls out, not hesitating to break taeyong’s hold on you, replacing it with his own embrace. he pulls you close. your eyes are teary and you sniff when you see mark, “what-”

“i’m sorry, can we talk?” he mumbles into your side, still aware of taeyong’s presence.

“oh, hey, mark. i was just,” taeyong moves to stand in front of the two of you, “taking care of y/n. she looked sick.”

“i’m fine, taeyong,” you reassure him, pressing yourself into mark’s side. “i’ll let mark walk me home. good night.” mark is impressed at how easily you dismiss taeyong, pulling mark after you.

“what do you want?”

mark stops you from walking, pulling you into a hug instead. “you’re right, i’m really stupid. let me ask you this instead: would you let me be your boyfriend?”

you release a soft laugh against his neck at his question, arms still for a moment for dramatic effect. then, you wrap yourself around him, kissing your answer into his ear, “of course, you idiot.”

—

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 7 months

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Kinktober day 6 | Chad Meeks Martin x Reader

Kindtober day 6: lingerie

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: 18+, sexy photos, no smut but I might make a part 2 with smut if anyone is interested

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Laying in bed in your pajamas, you opened snapchat and sent a few snaps to the guys you were talking to. It was nothing serious, just late night sexting sessions. You had taken some good shots of yourself in lingerie when you went shopping with Tara today. They’re gonna love it.

You waited for their replies — they usually didn't keep you waiting for long.

Ding.

You grinned, excited to see who had replied first. However, your expression quickly soured when you saw your ex-boyfriend's name pop up.

‘’I fucked up.’’

In Hortense Tower, Chad had just returned from the showers after a late night run around campus when he saw a notification from you on his phone. Although you were no longer dating, you stayed friends. Thinking it was a dumb picture of his sister or a cute cat you saw today, he opened it immediately.

It was not a picture of Mindy or a cute cat. Instead, his screen was filled with a photo of yourself in a pink lingerie set. Chad’s cock stiffened under his towel as blood rushed south, getting hot the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Your face was mostly hidden, but he knew it was you. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

Chad: Looking good, but…wrong guy, I’m guessing

Your whole face flushed in embarrassment and you turned off your phone. How were you going to explain this to him? ‘I changed my mind and now I send strangers pictures of me in lingerie?’ Terrible idea.

You avoided Chad all morning the next day, mortified about last night. In your two years relationship, you and Chad had never sent nudes to each other. You sexted like any horny teenager, but never sent pictures. You were too scared they would end up online or in someone else’s hands.

When lunch came around, you saw him walking on campus and walked up to him. Tara had invited the group over for a movie night at her and Sam’s apartment later and you wanted to avoid any awkward tension in the air. Mindy had a knack for being so observant and nosey, she would point it out within minutes.

‘’About last night, I’m really sorry—’’ you began, trying to clear the air.

Chad shook his head, dismissing your apology. ‘’Mistakes happen. Don’t worry about it.’’

‘’I meant to send it to other guys, but my finger slipped and I didn’t notice your name was checked before I hit ‘send’,’’ you explained, speaking faster than your brain and not realizing you had said too much.

‘’Just, be careful, okay?’’ he advised, his tone sincere. ‘’I’m not ill-intentioned but you can never know— Wait, you said other guys? As in more than one?’’

This was exactly where you didn’t want the conversation to go. You should have bit your tongue…

‘’Just some guys I matched on Tinder. Nothing serious.’’

‘’Serious enough to trust them with your nudes. You know people sell that shit online, right?’’

‘’They’re not nudes—’’ you protested, insisting they weren’t the same thing.

Besides, you weren’t stupid enough to send any with your full face — in case someone did post them somewhere.

‘’I could see your nipples through that bra!’’ Chad exclaimed, his voice unintentionally loud, causing a few heads to turn in your direction.

Turning the situation around, you decided to tease him. ‘’Good to know you stared at it long enough,’’ you quipped with a mischievous grin.

Chad opened his mouth, but nothing came out. It was his turn to be embarrassed.

Later at Tara’s, you were in the kitchen helping Mindy and Sam with the snacks when your phone received a notification. You pulled it out and saw one of the Tinder guys had sent you a snap. He was blond and had a nice cock, but you ignored him. Instead, you pressed Chad’s name and sent him another photo of you in a green set.

This time, it wasn’t a mistake.

You held back a laugh when you heard his choked cough coming from the living room and Tara’s ‘you okay?’.

After two movies, Anika was asleep on Mindy’s shoulder and Sam was — you assumed — texting some guy, so you all called it a night and went home. Without surprise, Chad offered to accompany you. It’s dark and unsafe for women at night — more so in New York. You didn't protest; his protective nature was one of the things you liked most about Chad. He never let you walk on the side of the sidewalk facing the street and always volunteered to watch your drink at parties.

As you walked together in the dimly lit streets, Chad finally mustered the courage to bring up the photo — the second one. ‘’Eh, I think your finger slipped again earlier. You…’’

‘’No. I sent it to the right person.’’

A mix of surprise and confusion spread on his face. ‘’What?’’

You stopped on the sidewalk and grabbed Chad’s hand, making him stop too. ‘’I think we made a mistake.’’

He looked down at your hands together, missing the feeling of yours in his.

‘’We’ve gone through difficult things and a lot of big changes in our lives. We thought breaking up would make going through everything easier, but the truth is, I miss us. ‘’

Chad squeezed your hand back, his deep brown eyes rising to meet yours. ‘’I miss us too.’’

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile curling at the corner. ‘’Are you saying that because you want more lingerie photos of me?’’

A laugh spilled from his lips and he shook his head. ‘’No. That’s just a bonus.’’

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fiction-is-the-new-reality · 6 months

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behind the pub.

warnings: gn! but leaning towards fem! Reader. Not smut but very heavy with sexual tension and themes. MDNI. cussing and violence. (Simon might be a little OOC)

word count: 1.8k

The bar was loud.

Simon’s eyes locked on your form. Watching you as you snaked your way through the crowd in an attempt to get a drink. He saw the way you twisted the ring around your fingers and how your fingers grazed your necklace. The tiny ticks screamed that your nerves were amping up.

But it wasn’t the crowd that was making you nervous, but instead, it was Ghost himself.

You feel his intense gaze on you, tracing every inch of you. You couldn’t look back at him. If you met his eyes you’d combust. So you keep your eyes forward and ignore the hole he’s burning into you. Pushing your thighs together you try to ignore the heat of desire that’s making a wet spot between your legs.

A man throwing himself down in the seat beside you, and his friends crowding around the both of you disrupts your thoughts of Ghost.

You glance at them, then look back at the bartender, still waiting for your turn. You notice that the guy is still staring at you.

Great, here we go.

You take in his appearance. His black spiky hair, blue eyes, and somewhat of a muscular build.

You wondered what Ghost looked like under his mask. You wanted to know if his hair matched his brown eyes, what he looked like when he smiled, if he smiled.

The deafening loudness of the bar rushes back to your ears as you notice the guy is talking to you.

“Huh?”

His face shows displeasure at that.

“I’m Josh, by the way.”

“Cool.” He frowns at the lack of your name. His buddies giggle at this.

“Let me buy you a drink?”

“No thanks.” You give him a tight-lipped smile and turn away from him.

You hear him sigh.

“I’m trying to be nice-”

“I don’t need you to be nice, and I don’t want a drink. Take the no and walk away.” You give him the second tight-lipped smile of the night.

His face turns red as his boys laugh and rag on him. His body language shifts and you can see anger building up. He stands up from his chair to leave, but turns around. You meet his eyes.

“You should be fucking happy that I was trying to buy you a drink. Ugly bitch.”

“Go fuck yourself. How about that?”

The guys around you let out “ooohs” and a few whistles.

Josh is visibly livid at this point.

He’s been watching this entire time. He tuned out whatever stupid thing Soap was saying the second that knob-head sat down with you. His anger steadily rising. He’s been waiting for you to spare him a look, letting him know to come save you. How foolish of him to think that you would ask for help.

You’re no longer nervous. You’re pissed, your eyes on fire, he can see that even from across the room. He waits a minute longer, watching for any sign that would be a call for help, but it doesn't come. Not when the guy inches closer to you and not when you stand up, squaring your shoulders with a snarl on your face. But he can’t sit any longer, he’s watched enough.

He’s making quick time across the bar. Long, thick legs making a huge stride. He’s trying to reach you before you start a fight and the 141 is kicked out of yet another bar.

You don’t see Ghost. You’re too focused on Josh, who is now staring above you. His friends went quiet and they all had taken a step back.

“What’s goin’ on here?” You jump slightly at his presence. Your body quickly heats up from how close he is.

“We’re just talking.” Josh tries with a charismatic smile.

You scoff, “Just some guy who can’t take a no.”

Simon grunts in response. His intimidating glare locked on Josh. The dominance radiating from him causes both you and Josh to shiver.

“I didn’t realize she was taken, man. I’m leaving.” Josh tosses his hands up and walks away like a dog with his tail between his legs.

You throw back a shot before looking at Simon.

“Thanks for playing hero and saving me.” You smile at him.

He shakes his head. “I was just making sure you didn’ rip the bloke’s head off. I know betta than to try an play knight in shining armor.”

He lifts his balaclava and takes a sip of whatever’s in his hand. His sleeves tighten around his biceps and you almost begin drooling as his Adam’s apple bops as he swallows.

Simon feels your eyes on him. He enjoys the weight it carries. He looks you over and lets his gaze linger before clearing his throat and taking a sip again.

You’ve decided that you’re done for now. You’re sweating from the heat of the bar and the heat of Ghost’s attention.

“I think I’m going to step outside. It’s way too hot in here.”

Simon hums back in acknowledgment.

He heads out of the bar shortly after, deciding he needs a smoke. As he flicks on the lighter, he notices you leaning against the wall, head tilted back and eyes closed. Putting the cigarette back into the cartridge, he approaches without your notice.

He rests his shoulder on the brick, intensely watching you. You’ve got a pout across your lips and Simon doesn’t think he’s seen such an unjust sight before.

Your eyes open and you turn to face him, now mirroring his pose.

“Do you have anyone special, Lt?” Your eyes peer into his and the question takes Simon by surprise. This felt too vulnerable, too intimate for him, especially since you two were in an alley. He let out a huff of air before deflecting.

“Everyone’s gettin’ ready to head out.”

You stare up at him, your heartbeat getting erratic as you decide to push further.

“Anyone waiting for you back home?”

“Ain’t gotta home.” He stares you down, trying to understand the sudden interest in his personal life.

“Liar.” You squint your eyes at him. He squints right back.

Simon was the first one to crack. He allows himself to move closer to you. On instinct, you push yourself further into the wall. Your mind runs wild with ideas, how his hands would feel all over you and how firm he would be under yours.

“Close your eyes.” Your eyes widened at his command before snapping shut. You hear a slight rustling sound and realize that he’s removing his balaclava.

Simon can’t take not feeling your touch anymore. He’s been craving it for months. It’s burned through his insides, it clouds his thoughts, and you’ve even wormed your way into his dreams. Those are his favorite dreams. They make him wake up breathless. His hand is already wrapped around himself and his hips thrust up without caring about anything else. He can’t take not feeling your hands on him anymore.

The cool air against his face reminds him of how vulnerable this all is. He falters. His mind begins to convince him to back away and ruin any chance he has with you. He’s so close to running until he sees the rise of your chest as you take a staggered breath, waiting for him. He realizes you’re just as touch starved as him. Your obedience to him and the way he’s been affecting you all night without even touching you, gives him all the confidence he needs to continue.

Leaning down, he barely touches your lips. Letting you barely feel the warmth of his lips, but not enough to count as a kiss. You feel arms on either side of your head as Ghost cages you in. You lean your head back, hoping he would be nice enough and kiss you. He takes mercy on you and finally kisses you.

You let him set the pace, which Simon was thankful for.

His lips felt euphoric on yours. They were slightly chapped, but it didn’t bother you any. The smell of gunpowder and something woodsy, clouded your senses . The aroma alone was intoxicating, but added with his gentle kissing made you weak in the knees.

Simon placed one hand at the spot where your jaw and neck met and traced it for a few seconds before letting it drift to the back of your head. He pulled softly, wanting to deepen the kiss. The small moan that left your mouth had him close to spilling in his jeans.

He wanted to take you right here behind the pub where anyone could lay witness to it. He wouldn’t, you deserved better than that, even though a small part of him knew you’d let him.

You needed to taste him, you wanted to feel his tongue on yours, but you knew not to try and push him. You waited for him to give it to you.

Ghost as if hearing your thoughts, licked at your lips. Your lips parted eagerly, letting his tongue dip into your mouth. He tastes like the bourbon he had been sipping on. Your tongues lap at each other and you’re quickly getting overwhelmed. You need air but you’re almost certain that his mouth is what is allowing you to stay alive.

Simon loved that you were letting him take his time and let him do whatever he wanted. You were doing so good at being patient with him.

It made his head spin. All of it. The feeling of your body pressed against his. Your warm wet mouth against his, your hands clinging to his arms, and the little noises that you were making.

Simon finally pays attention to the way his lungs are screaming for air, and he knows that you must be needing air as well. With reluctance he pulls away to allow both of you to get some air.

You chase his lips with a gasp of his call sign. Your voice sounds just as wrecked as you look. Your lips are red and swollen, your hair is slightly frizzy from his hands, and your chest heaving from the lack of oxygen.

He can only assume he looks just as wrecked, if not worse.

Simon commits the image to memory before correcting you.

“You can call me Simon.” He places his balaclava back on his head and immediately misses feeling your lips on his.

You slowly open your eyes. You smile up at him, still reeling from the makeout session.

“Simon.” You say softly, like you’re testing if you like it or not.

You go to say something but freeze as the door of the pub is slung open. Johnny's voice echoes through the entire alley.

“Lads I’ve been looking for ya everywhere! Quit your snoggin, we’re leaving!”

The door slams closed and you can’t help but giggle. Simon softly chuckles with you.

“Simon?” You whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again?”

Your eyes shine at him as he places his hand on your waist and pulls you into his chest. He leans down and nips at your neck before coming back and slotting his lips onto yours.

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hauntedwitch04 · 7 months

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Fools in love

Remus Lupin x reader

Words: 1,8k words

Warnings: none, just fluff and idiots totally in love with each other

Author’s note: Hi everybody! It fells so good being back, I missed writing and this is the first one-shot I write in a lot of time, so I'm really grateful for every tiny bit of love you gave me. Hope you enjoy the first day of my Halloween Party

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DAY 1: “Take my sweater, I love you and i don’t want you to transform into a popsicle”

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Rain beats hard against the windows of the Gryffindor common room. The fire near me crackles, and the pieces of wood seem to break like bone after a very hard punch, as my heart probably had a few hours ago.

I've spent a lot of time by the fire, but even so, I can't shake the cold that got into my bones, in the rush in the rain I made to get back to the castle, after waiting for more than two hours for a Ravenclaw boy who asked me out, outside the Mielandia.

I still remember the feeling of the cold wind against my cheeks wet with hot tears. My sweater was now dumped on the sofa, soaked with rain, and dripping rhythmically on the floor, mesmerizing me.

The fire dances before my eyes, and I can't help but feel like two people hugged tightly, dancing to music of their own created by their love.

A little bit I feel stupid in feeling so bad, for a guy who basically I don't even like since I've actually been in love with one of my best friends for what seems like ages now, but I think the thing that has hurt me most of all is not being able to be loved even by this mysterious guy whose name I honestly can't even remember.

For hours now I've been asking myself if I'm really worth loving? Why should people fall in love with me? Am I worthy of someone's love? If I can't even date a guy I don't like, how could I ever date the one I consider the love of my life? And why the hell does Remus John Lupin have to be so perfect?

I spend what seems like days sitting there staring into the fire. I hear people passing by, coming in and out of the dorms, some stop and look at me with compassion, trying to somehow share my pain, while others whisper hypotheses and theories about why I am in that situation. I, however, remain impassive, like a marble statue, the only emotion I allow to shine through are the tears I cannot stop.

It is still a long time before I can glance at the clock without seeing it fogged up by my crying.

Midnight.

I close my eyes and pray for any otherworldly entity to erase my memory of this rainy early October day, when my thoughts are interrupted by a warm hand resting on my shoulder. I turn slightly and my breath catches in my throat for a moment, for fear that the object of my thoughts will see itself reflected in my eyes and be able to read into me, into my soul.

"Lily told me you've been stationary here for more than four hours. I had to practically make a deal with the devil to get Poppy to let me leave early to come to you, luckily yesterday wasn't too bad." He says quietly as he sits down next to me, the famous Remus Lupin, every Hogwarts girl's dream, looking at me softly. Shit, I think to myself, there was a full moon yesterday that's why I didn't see him all day. I hadn't worried about it too much actually before I went to the appointment, too caught up in the anxiety of this meeting, but now I realize what a shitty friend I've been to him. I look at him and see his face battered by sleep and exhaustion, while only a few new scratches or scars adorn his face. My eyes land on his, and selling his worried look I can't help but feel guilty and go back to crying. After a few seconds, I realize that I am not only crying out of guilt, but also out of the realization that he, the boy I love more than my own life, will never see me in the same way that I see him but only as a friend to be taken care of.

His warm hands brush my shoulders and I immediately shiver at that contact. His gaze grows even more concerned and he immediately decides to take off his heavy sweater, one of his favorites that his mother made him last year after his had all grown small when he grew up all of a sudden during the summer. As he takes off the sweater, with his arms still above his head and this one still covered by the garment, his T-shirt, which he wore underneath, rises slightly so that his athletic body covered in scratches can be seen. I feel my cheeks turn red as I look at him, but I am quickly distracted by my friend handing me his sweater.

"Take my sweater, I love you and I don't want you to turn into a popsicle," he says, fixing his hair. His words strike me more pain than a bullet, but I hide my distress behind a bitter smile, and put on his sweater. Immediately I am hit by his scent: chocolate, cinnamon, ink mixed with book pages and cigarettes. I thank him in a thin voice, before returning to silence.

"I guess I understand that the date didn't go very well." He says after a few minutes, trying to figure out if I felt like talking about it, watching me carefully as I played with my sleeves.

"Actually, there wasn't even a date." I reply, chuckling bitterly.

"What do you mean?" He retorts confused, as he moves closer to me, to study me better.

"Well he never showed up. I stood like a moron in front of the place where he told me to meet for a couple of hours, even caught some rain, then when I realized that I was merely making a fool of myself I came running back here, and I haven't moved from here since." I explain quickly, not wanting to cry again.

I see the anger mounting in his eyes as he takes one of my hands between his and brings it to his mouth.

"If anyone has made a fool of himself it's him, honey. He's a fool if he missed an opportunity like this. You deserve so much better, the best person the world has to offer." He says in a whisper as he holds me in his arms, doing nothing but twisting the knife in the wound making me bleed more and more.

After a while he breaks away from that grip and takes something out of his pants pocket, which I discover is a piece of chocolate, and hands it to me.

"Eat, you'll feel better." He tells me, but I shake my head.

"I don't feel like eating, Remmy." I try calling him by his nickname, hoping to soften him, knowing that when he puts his mind to something, it's hard to change his mind.

"Honey, I won't take no for an answer. I care about you, like a sister, and I don't want to not only see you suffer for that moron but also starve to death." He continues, pulling my face up, resting one of his fingers under my face.

I don't know why I feel something breaking inside, as if a pitcher full of water has decided to pour in, and I no longer have control over my words.

"That's exactly my problem Remmy. I'm not crying, sitting here for over four hours for a guy whose name I can't even remember, I'm feeling like I'm dying inside because what happened made me realize that the only guy I've ever really loved in my life will never look at me, if he's not even interested in me even a person who's not even worth a hole in his sock. I've been sitting here for hours crying because I'm afraid that I'm not worthy of being loved, because I'm afraid that I'll have to live with these damn feelings, because I'm afraid that I'll see this boy grow up and fall in love with someone else while I'll still be here, and he'll continue to see me as just a sister, and he just happens to have reminded me of that fact himself just a little while ago." At my last words I see his eyes light up, having realized who I was talking about, after being dark and dull throughout my entire speech. "And now if you don't mind, after screwing up our friendship, I'm going to bed." And I try to get up, but I don't make it in time because a hand encircles my wrist and Remus draws me toward him forcefully, in contrast to his delicate lips brushing against mine. It takes me a few seconds to return the kiss, unsure of what this moment might change between us, before I let myself go completely to him. I bring my hands behind his head, and run my fingers through his hair, while his hands go around my hips to take me on his lap, as we continue to kiss, as if we were suffocating and that was our oxygen.

"I love you, I love you, I've loved you for what seems like forever, and I'm just a coward for not telling you sooner." He says pulling away slightly, so he can breathe before giving me another full kiss. Then he starts giggling, and I look at him shocked, before I start laughing too. We laugh until our stomachs hurt and tears furrow our faces. Remus stands up, picks me up and lays me down on the couch in front of the fire, then lies down next to me.

"We are two idiots." I say, chuckling some more. "We are so stupidly in love that we didn't realize each other's feelings."

"We're all idiots in love, honey." Remus replies, kissing my forehead. "Sirius will never get tired of holding it against me that he was right." He says giggling and hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

"Not even Lily." I chuckle in response as well, before I feel that being held tightly in her arms, sleep is slowly taking over my senses.

"By the way, you look very good in my sweater, honey." Those are the last words I hear before I fall completely asleep.

At that moment, however, neither of us knows yet that our friends will never let us forget the fact that they found us the next morning cuddled on the couch in the Common Room, in front of the fire, and I was wearing the sweater of what would become my husband and the father of my children, to whom Sirius would tell this story and how their parents fell in love and how he and Aunt Lily were right.

#hauntedwitch04's writing #becky's halloween party #halloween party #marauders x reader #marauders fluff #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus x reader

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galaxycunt · 6 months

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I Can’t Keep Crying pt 4

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Smut/fluff/Angst

Also would like to note I read a fic that inspired my own dancing scene so give that one a read too!! Almost to the end folks!

You had been out to sea for three weeks now, Buggy still giving you the hot and cold treatment. On the good days, he’d invite you to play for him, scheming for a way to make you stay. The bad days come when you refuse him. He still kept you around, watching you work.

The sun was getting hotter, your mind frying from looking at him too long. You were a hot mess, his toned and sweaty body giving you ideas.

You climbed up the crow’s nest just to get away from him. Closing your eyes as you fantasized. Frowning, realizing you only wanted to think about Buggy. Your mind drifted to other lovers, and shit had it been a long time. Then it hit you.

The last time you were on land, before this recent resupply, you ditched buggy for some guy.

Was he really that pissed off about it?

You should’ve known better, you figured Buggy was getting off with someone else anyway. The way he teased you, it pissed you off enough to blow him off at the last second.

Shit, that was 3 months into your fling. A long time to harbor any feelings.

”Hey! Buggy wants you! Tent got ripped!”

You climbed down to the deck, heart weighing your shoulders down. You thought you heard a rumor about someone else joining his bed, you hated yourself for being so stupid. It was all too late now.

Buggy opened the door shirtless, the windows letting in a soft breeze. He was all smiles today, the locket swinging against his chest.

”Heya sunshine, got a list of things from the last show. Are you good with wheels? Of course you are, the unicycles been squeaky.”

”Hello to you too, Buggy.”

He smiled again, his eyes lingering over your body. Swallowing, his eyes shot back up to yours.

“I have something else for you.”

He handed you a package with brown paper wrapping, tearing it open revealed a songbook.

You smiled widely, “holy shit! Thank you, I…why?”

”What?”

”Why are you giving this to me?”

He blushed, “I’m tired of your songs. Wanna hear something new.”

You shot him a look, it hurt that he couldn’t just be nice to be nice. Buggy always knew how to really hurt your feelings. You decide to hurt yourself more.

”What’s in the locket?”

His hand covered his chest, “nothing.”

”Heard you got a new nightly visitor, is that why I haven’t played for you in awhile?”

”Who told you that?”

”Goes around.”

”Well it’s a lie.”

You chuckle, not believing a word.

He grabbed your chin to look him in the eye, “there hasn’t been anyone else.”

The force of the grab along with the flex in his arms did something to you. You want to kiss him, against your better judgment.

“You don’t strike me as the type to stick with one person.”

He frowned and whispered, “is that what you really think of me?”

You could only shrug, Buggy letting his arm drop to his side. He doesn’t look at you, shooing you away to do your work in private.

It’s late at night when you finish, and you crawl up that crow’s nest again. The night air is a hundred times cooler than it is in your stuffy room. Your mind wanders, unable to sleep. You think about Buggy and the way his hand clutched your face.

You briefly look below you, empty. You were completely alone. Settling in, you wiggle out of you shorts.

You think about his hands, rough and strong. Dipping your fingers inside you and wished it was his.

On more than one occasion, he teased you with a threat of his dick staying inside you while he went off to work. He only made good on that promise once, the memory serving you well right now.

You thrusted against your fingers, thinking about that day. Circling and pressing on your clit the way his tongue used to, the filthy things he’d whisper in your ear as you begged for him to fuck you.

You lifted up your shirt, pinching your nipples the way he used to. You were so close to cumming, whispering his name into the sky. Your fingers kept working, trying to climax again, you figured if you came enough tonight you wouldn’t have to think about Buggy anymore.

As you twisted your shorts lower, you heard something roll away. Frozen, you gathered the courage to look below you. Still empty. In the dark you groped for what could possibly be in your pocket. It felt soft and a little velvety.

”Hope you enjoyed the show, you fucking asshole,” you yelled into the single ear in your hand.

With a huff you dropped it onto the deck below, careful to not let it land in the ocean. You thought of your next move, either stay or try to hide in your room. Regardless, Buggy was going to be a pain in your ass.

“Fuck it.”

You climbed down, looking for the ear on the deck. It must’ve already made its way to its owner, and you decided to follow it. As you made your way through the dark corridors of the ship, you wrote your script on confronting him. You were never good at relationships, no one ever proved you wrong. The script was always the same.

You knock on the door, waiting impatiently for him. Like a boy in trouble, Buggy’s eyes were glued to the floor.

”I didn’t think you were gonna do that.”

”How long have you been fucking spying on me?”

He scratched his nose nervously, “heard you were up there all day, got worried.”

Now it was time for your script, “Buggy, stop with this bullshit okay? We both know you don’t care about me all that much.”

”Why do you say that?”

You gestured around you, “I’m not made for love, okay I get it. Embarrass me a few times, now it’s done. All of it.”

In the light, his eyes glistened. Carefully he stepped toward you, your resolve threatening to break. Buggy tugged at your shirt’s hem, afraid to hold your hand. You had never seen him like this, your world crumbled around you.

“You are. I…know you are.”

You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He squeezed your waist, pulling you tight against him. Neither dared to move, you listened to his heart thump rapidly against you.

”I’m no good, but I want to be. I just knew,” he huffed, “I knew that you’d fall for someone better.”

”You hurt me too much,” you whispered.

”I’m sorry. I’m not good at this stuff.”

He rubbed your back, resting his chin on your head. You didn’t know what to say, afraid to be vulnerable. So you let him hold you, the only sounds being the waves crashing against the ship, and your own hearts.

”I shouldn’t have slept with those people, I just thought…you didn’t want me. Couldn’t blame you for that, you know.”

”I want…I want love, Buggy. I don’t like what you do.”

He nodded, “I know. I…only been in love once. I was young, and maybe he loved me back. I dunno…he left me, betrayed what I thought I knew about him.”

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes, a pain threatening to break him down.

”I haven’t learned how to love since. It’s not fair to you, is it?”

You shrug, and he squeezed you tighter.

”Don’t just roll over for me, you’re better than that.”

“Maybe I want you anyway, I can see the man you really are.”

He choked on a sob, “you’ll find someone better.”

”Buggy, look at me.”

He did, regret written on his face. Your fingertips ghosted over his cheek, inching closer and closer to his lips. He met you there, the taste of salt landed on your tongue. You rubbed his eyes gently with your thumbs, he kissed you again. A shy smile on his face, matching your own.

“I missed you.”

”I missed you too.”

Your lips couldn’t stop finding each other, you felt like you were floating. Buggy led you to his bed, your bed really.

“Is this okay?” he said.

You nodded, tugging at his bandana. Running your fingers through his hair, he hummed in delight. The words you wanted to say danced on your lips, a small anxious side of you wondered if this good feeling was going to last.

He seemed to sense it, his own nervousness filling the air. Slowly he unbuttoned your shirt, peppering your skin with kisses.

”What were you thinking about, up there?”

You laugh, “every crazy thing we done before.”

He smiled, “I guess it’s okay to tell you I jerk it to the time we fucked in that bar restroom.”

”Like recently?”

”Oh babe, all the fucking time.”

That seemed to ease you, biting his collarbone, your eyes still on that locket.

Would it be weird to bring it up again now?

”You should go around shirtless more often,” you teased.

”Only if you do,” he kissed you again, “now let me fuck you. Please.”

You giggled as his hands roamed down your body, a satisfied smile as he felt your wetness. You missed his rough fingers thrusting inside you, only to slip out to give your clit attention. You bit his earlobe, a groan let out that you missed hearing.

“God damn,” he said as he sunk into you.

His fingers still circled your clit as he thrusted into you, “you missed this fat cock, didn’t you?”

You nodded breathlessly, you certainly missed his dirty mouth. Buggy rode on that ego, making you squirm beneath him. You claimed his lips with a searing kiss, feeling intoxicated on him and how he made you cum.

He lifted your legs up to hit deeper, the moan you let out louder than either of you expected, edging him closer.

You couldn’t hear what he whispered as he came. Before you could ask, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing you. Emotion overcame you, and you cry silently. He noticed it anyway.

”Hey, please don’t be sad. I…don’t want to ruin this,” he pleaded.

You eyed that locket again, fingers inching towards it. He let you open it, you recognize the photo. It was the day you snuck off to an island to spend alone time together. You thought you looked bad, and he teased you about it. He said he thought you were cute anyway.

”You didn’t want it, so you know.”

”Needs you in there too, so we can both wear it.”

He smiles and kisses you, “I’m not tired, are you?”

You shook your head, letting him lead you out of bed. Buggy gently placed your hand on his shoulder, his own placed on your hip.

”Excuse my bad singing,” he says.

He hummed a quiet song, swaying you both gently. It was a love song, and you realized you never had anyone do this with you before. You pressed your bodies closer together, and you cry again.

”Hey, hey. It’s okay,” he whispers.

Buggy kisses your tears away, the song long forgotten as you dance together, the moon shining down on you. It was almost too perfect, too unbelievable.

”I didn’t mean it, when I did it first.”

He frowns, “I shouldn’t have done anything either. Let’s just move past it okay?”

You nod, “sorry.”

”It’s okay, I just believe in clean slates. Blame those missionaries that corner you at every port.”

You laugh, “you’re such a clown.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, kissing you again. You don’t want him to stop, letting him take you to bed again.

He’s between your legs for the second time tonight, and you’re determined to keep him there.

#buggy the clown #one piece #buggy x reader #buggy one piece

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sagidaviswrites · 2 years

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Just Come Home

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female! Reader

Summary: You attend Christine’s wedding with Stephen by your side, only for your suspicions to be confirmed about the ex-couple. Of course, it leads to a not-so-nice argument between you two.

Genre: MAJOR angst, Arguments, Stephen being a slight asshole?

Warning: Slight cursing, NO spoilers from Multiverse of Madness, besides Christine’s wedding

A/N: Good morning loves! It has been a very long time since I’ve written anything on Tumblr, but I was feeling extra creative from all the Stephen Strange fanfiction I had been reading over the past week. There’s not many out there, which is pretty disappointing, so I thought I’d give him a shot. I hope people really enjoy this one,and asks for a sequel, because I’ve been brainstorming one already.

Part 2 posted here

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You knew it was a bad idea to go to that fucking wedding.

You fucking knew it and you did it anyway, just to be a good and decent girlfriend.

But you instantly regretted it when you stepped foot into the expensive venue in one of New York's beautiful chapels. Especially when your boyfriend couldn't keep his damn eyes off the bride.

The taxi came to a quick halt in front of the doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum, the driver internally anxious from the high-rising tension that surrounded both you and Stephen, no doubt. Not bothering to say any sort of thanks, you quickly opened the door and slipped out of the vehicle, your heels clicking against the pavement.

"So what? You're going to give me the silent treatment all day, is that it?- Thank you sir." Stephen asked sternly, slamming the car door, not before he kneeled down to wave at the man with a forced smile.

You continued to stay silent, yanking roughly on the door handle and letting yourself into the open foyer.

"Y/N, I'm speaking to you." He tried again, but to no avail, seeing that you continued walking, pausing only to take your heels off. Before you could reach the grand stairwell that was in the middle of the large room, Wong entered suddenly from one of his portals, a bowl of cereal in his hands.

A surprised look was in his eyes at the sight of the both of you. “You guys are back from Christine's wedding already? It couldn't have been that quick."

You huffed angrily at the mention of her name, ignoring the Sorcerer Supreme entirely, and hastily ran up the stairs.

"Not helping, Wong." Stephen mumbled under his breath, finally having an idea of why you were so angry.

What he didn't get was that it had been years since him and Christine had been together. Sure, it took some time for him to get over the woman and it was only right to attend her wedding since they had been colleagues for so long.

But his life completely changed for the better when he arrived at the Kamar-Taj to seek help for his injured hands and met you in the process.

He despised the real and brutal arguments he rarely shared with you. He much preferred the playful ones.

But based on the way you were currently stalking towards your shared bedroom and yanking away from his attempted grasps, this one was going to hurt.

Once you reached the door, you tried to slam it behind you, but it bumped hard against the doctor's shoulders, frustrating him. "You do realize you're behaving like a child, correct?"

"Oh, I'm a child now?" You snatched the fancy clip out of your hair, letting it fall on your shoulders, whipping around to face him.

"Yes, you're acting like a brat."

You swallowed hard, praying that you remained strong enough to not let the tears fall.

"Are you still in love with her?"

The grown man took a few seconds to stare at you hard, before he let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. "This again?"

That's when you just surrendered to the anger that was brewing deep inside of you, hot tears rolling down your face as you went to the closet, tossing the fancy shoes inside. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that? You obviously think I'm too stupid to notice you were staring at her during the damn ceremony."

Stephen unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket. "It was a wedding ceremony, aren't you supposed to be looking at the bride when she first enters?"

"Not when the bride is your ex-girlfriend, Stephen."

"Then what the hell did you want me to do, Y/N?” He raised his voice at you, despite you moving across the room, occupied with getting ready for a hot shower. "Deny the damn wedding invitation?"

You walked toward the dresser, snatching some comfortable clothes out, glancing at him with clouded vision. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean, huh? Because this bullshit always seems to turn on me-"

You slammed the drawer loudly, interrupting him. "I asked you a simple question, Stephen. That you deliberately chose not to answer."

A hard look covered his handsome face at your words. "I am not in love with her."

But it was too late, you didn't want to hear that shit. He had a perfectly open opportunity to answer truthfully and instead laughed in your face about it. You saw the way he looked at her and you knew that look all too well. You'd imagine that's exactly how you looked at him.

With so much love and adoration.

It almost made you sick to your stomach.

You felt yourself cry harder, looking away from him. "You do love her, and you can lie to all of these other people, Stephen, but you can't lie to me."

"Don't go turning this on me." His voice was dangerously low and filled with irritation. "This is about you. This is about you and those damn insecurities of yours! That nagging fear of a man leaving you for another, causing you to self- sabotage whatever the hell that comes your way."

The painful insult that fell from the tip of his tongue seemed to echo in the completely silent room, which he had instantly regretted.

He hadn't meant to say it.

He had the habit of being a complete and arrogant asshole from time to time and the increasing frustration didn't help in the slightest.

Your breath was hitched, as you stared at particularly nothing, the tight grip on the clothes loosening. You had, had enough. You didn't deserve to be someone's second choice. And you damn sure didn't deserved to be hurt like that either.

"Y/N... shit- I didn't mean to-" Stephen breathed, desperation in the edge of his tone.

You slowly turned around with no specific expression, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"You're right, Stephen. And since my insecurities are so much for you to handle, then I'm not sure why I'm here at all.”

You both stood there for a moment, before he tried to move closer to you, grabbing your hands, but you pulled away from him, shaking your head.

"Forgive me...." He whispered, but you straightened the straps of your dress, grabbed your keys and bumped your body against his, headed for the door.

He found himself standing alone in the quiet room, his hand covering his face. "Goddammit."

What the fuck did he do?

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It had approximately been almost seven days since he last saw you.

And he’s never been so messed up in his entire life.

Since you had made the decision to leave after the argument without so much as a goodbye or even grabbing an overnight bag on the way out, he had spent the days either distracting his mind with the large collection of books in the library or keeping a watchful eye if there were any known threats to Earth and its residents.

It kept him busy enough throughout his days.

The nights were what was hell for him.

He had become so accustomed to having your warm body against his, once darkness fell over the sky, the moonlight peeking through the silk curtains, streaming along the hardwood floors of your bedroom. But his sleepless nights were cold with your side of the bed empty; his body tossing and turning from the lack of your touch or your soft exhales sounding near his ear.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Every morning, the doctor was met with the sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, entire body sluggish and aching in pain with dark circles surrounding his blue eyes.

He missed you. He craved you.... your touch, your scent, your laughter.

But he also was afraid that he had lost you forever. And that nothing he did or said was going to get you to come back to him at all.

He knew Wong couldn’t help but hear the argument from downstairs that day, the man was far from being an idiot to not know what had transpired.

And he was very, very tempted to ask him to search for where you were staying.

But, surprisingly enough, one morning, Wong beat him to it.

Stephen was dressed in his soft robes, resting uncomfortably in an armchair in the library, beginning the third book from the stack of unread ones that he was working on. Wong had entered the room as he normally did, biting roughly into an apple, with a piece of paper in his other hand. Stephen ignored him entirely until the man stood in front of him, slipping the paper on top of the page that he was reading from.

“What is this?” He answered monotone, staring irritably towards him.

Wong took a moment to chew whatever that remained in his mouth. “The hotel that Y/N is staying at. Fix it.”

A hard lump seemed to had formed inside Stephen’s throat instantly, as he stared silently at what was in front of him. Wong had found a map of the street that they currently stayed on, drawing a red circle over a hotel that was only a few blocks away from the Sanctum.

You were so close... and yet, you were the furthest that you’ve ever been away from him.

Fuck.

It was hard for him to swallow as he stood to his feet, escaping down the long hallway and into your bedroom. Setting the paper down on his desk, he sat down, covering his face with anxiousness.

He needed to call you.

You were more than likely to shut the door in his face if he had showed up to your room and who knows what you would have done if he had just portaled himself inside instead.

Letting out a shaky breath, he grabbed his phone, opening it with his passcode. His thumb hovered over your name for a long while, his mind racing like the speed of sound itself.

What if you hated him? And could never bring yourself to forgive him for what he said?

He wasn’t sure when it began, but his hands... his hands that were covered in scars from past treatments and surgeries... were trembling... just as they did when he first left the hospital, years ago. His finger shook as he tapped on your name and waited for you to reject the call almost immediately after the first ring.

But two rings sounded.... and then three... and then your beautiful voice penetrated his ear from the prerecording of your voicemail, almost knocking the breath away from his lungs.

It had only been a week and... your voice.....

Tears collected at the edges of his eyes, as the beep rang in his ear, persuading him to speak up. But all he could do was stare silently at his shaking hands, his breaths having emotional chokes in between them.

He needed to pull himself together.

Inhaling heavily, Stephen swallowed hard again, a single tear falling from eye. “I know that you don’t want to hear from me right now sweetheart.”

He paused, clenching his hand and closing his eyes.

“I know that I can be a fuck-up. I know that, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I took that frustration out on you that you did not deserve. But you have to know... when I look at Christine, it’s not... it’s not because I’m in love with her. I can be one hundred percent all into you and this relationship, I can. But I’m scared. I’m terrified, really.” He explained, wiping the tears that were now streaming down his covered jaw. “That I’ll fail you just like I did her. And I can’t- I can’t fail you. I’m not strong enough... to deal with that type of pain... that guilt. Not with you.”

His voice trembled as he spoke the last line, the man taking a moment to recollect his thoughts.

“Come home, Y/N. Please. Just come home.”

#doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange smut #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange smut #doctor strange multiverse of madness

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systeria · 2 months

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lover. oh lover of mine.

stupid one shot — danganronpa v3

shuichi saihara x reader

0.63k shuichi realizes how much you mean to him, and he is convinced he has no other choice but to tell you before it's too late.

tags. danganrononpa v3, rushed, love oneshot.

a/n. i was in love with shuichi for so long and still sorta am, this is my first ever impression of writing him and since it's been sorta long: pls bare with me.. thank u!

In the moments Shuichi Saihara found himself entangled in the delicate threads of love, his usually sharp and analytical demeanor softened. His eyes once focused solely on unraveling mysteries, now held a warmth and tenderness that spoke of emotions beyond logic. Love, it was. The vulnerability that was a lack of better words was replaced with something he could never offer. Shuichi has always found himself reluctant to take leadership roles or even compare himself to being charismatic in the slightest. This ever-present determination that defined him in investigations now coexisted with a gentle uncertainty when it came to matters of his heart. Bleeding out of control with lush and victory: he approaches his emotions wisely. However, he was nowhere close to the lover he wished to be. As he sat wasting away the time he thought he had. A trickle of sweat beaded on his brows as he slumped over his desk. Shuichi Saihara sat alone in his corridors with only a few colors to show for it. A soft and distinctively cyan glow illuminated from what can only be foretold as a lamp. A dim lamp. A lamp that has mold and ruggedness that can only foretold with the simple word, gross. Yet, there he was, in this killing game, awaiting disaster to strike at any given moment, give or take. He patiently laid in a room of solitude, once a sanctuary for loved students to a penitentiary for unraveling mysteries and mental exhaustion. Shuichi let out an excruciating long sigh before raising his head, “I can’t believe how long it has been, maybe… Maybe Kaede was right. Maybe we’re all just trapped in a never-ending nightmare.” His sigh was not of relief, but of fear. A fear that can only be considered as infeasibly large dumbbells hanging across his shoulders. He couldn’t take it. No, the idea of losing his faith and who he was just clogged his way of thinking. He needed to let something out, to talk to someone, to alert his feelings, and just release some of this tension he had built inside. “I can’t keep this up, I need… I need…” In between deep breaths and short-sighted anxiety, he paused. “I need to tell them.” Without a second thought, he rushed down his room into (Y/N)’s, knocking profusely before stumbling into their room. “(Y/N)!” Shuichi called, “I can't hold this in anymore.” Sharply, his tone shifts from the well-known shy and innocent guy he’s always been to a complex warmth of emotions. Shuichi looked forward, noticing all the implicates of who (Y/N) was, and what made them unique. He adored all their attributes, in more ways than one. As he froze, watching them, he could only muster a word or few. “I’m.. in love.” not even a moment later Shuichi says these words before hesitantly holding (Y/N)’s hand. It started from their fingertips, holding the ends in hopes of an invitation to continue. (Y/N) nodded, pushing into his fingers and locking their hands tight. Shuichi smiled at their acceptance, “I’m in love with you, I think I always have been.” His gestures, though subtle, spoke volumes. A lingering touch, a genuine smile that danced in his eyes, or a momentary pause in conversation—all revealed the intricate dance of emotions he was navigating. Suddenly those feelings don’t feel as scary anymore. A hush of words was only a gentle surprise as they drew each other closer, their fingers intertwined, their adoring shared and their love fleeting at every second. Flushes of red shared between the two’s faces as Shuichi squeezed their hand tighter against theirs, opening the cracks to his normally composed exterior.

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acotrash · 1 year

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First Date with Azriel

Azriel head canons

Your friend sets you up on a blind date

And you hate blind dates because they’re so awkward for everyone involved

But they’re your best friend so you agree because they rarely, if ever ask anything of you

The guy they set you up with is named Azriel

The date itself is to an art museum, you don’t hate it because if the guy is boring and self centered like the many other blind dates you’ve been on you can simply wander to a different exhibit, it’s a big museum you can get lost easily

Azriel is waiting outside the main entrance when you get there, his hair is messy like he ran his hands through it one too many times and he keeps looking up whenever someone passes him

He looks better than the half blurry photos your friend showed you, all giddy that you agreed to this stupid date “this is Azriel” wiggling their eyebrows at your reaction

You take a deep breath, walking up to him ready to get this over with “Azriel?” “(Y/N)?”

He looks just as worried about this date as he opens the door for you

He’s such a gentlemen letting you decide which exhibits you want to see

He doesn’t even make a single comment when you get lost trying to find the Degas painting

It takes you about 15 minutes longer than it should’ve as it was right next to the exhibit you were currently in

He’s also nice enough to not mention you almost walking into a wall either as you were too busy studying the map printed on the pamphlet

You’re not sure if the date is awkward at first, or if he just simply doesn’t like you by how quiet he’s being

He opens up, a little, like you find out his favorite artist is Edward Hopper and that he generally likes the art museum as he comes here often with passes

You two comment on your favorite paintings

You also find out he fidgets with a small gold chain around his neck whenever he’s nervous, getting a glimpse of the gold whenever he opens his mouth and his eyes flicker to you before looking back at the painting

He fidgets with that small gold chain around his neck constantly

He buys you a few postcards from the gift shop that you had in your hand, easily slipping money across the counter before you could even open your purse

You go to refuse but he just shakes his head grabbing the small paper bag from the cashier

After the museum you look at him hopefully, you didn’t realize how much time you actually spent in the museum, walking back through a few exhibits multiple times but you generally enjoy his company

You and him walk to a little coffee shop across the street

He orders a double shot, you order a vanilla latte

He listens as you talk about school, your job, your shitty apartment and all the good books you’ve recently read

Both of your coffees are long gone when you look at the time again, apologizing profusely that he didn’t get a change to talk about himself

You hate people who only talk about themselves and yet you just did that

But Azriel just shrugs, a small smirk on his face “How about next time I’ll talk about myself?”

And you blink, taking a second to realize he asked you out on a second date

You smile blushing and nodding “I’d like that very much” “It’s a date then (Y/N)”

You both stand, Azriel walks you back to your car dispute that he passed his own car on the way to yours

He opens up the driver’s side door for you, he second guesses himself before he presses a light kiss to your cheek, you raise an eyebrow “Did you miss there?”

He tilts his head, shaking it slightly as you get in the car “No, I only kiss on the second date” he replies “good think you agreed to a second date” he winks before gently closing your car door

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #acotar headcanon #azriel headcanons #acotar modern au

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stainedstardom · 1 year

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I'm back! How are you? Also this is going to be long I'm sorry 😣

So(do) you know Friends by Chase Atlantic

The lyrics "Girl, tell me what you're doing on the other side" "And tell, just tell me your doing with the other guy" " Cause I ain't Got patience to slow down the pace" with the other part of the song "all of your friends have been here for too long" "they must be waiting for you to move on"

Those lyrics with Quinn and Fem reader

They use to date ( also they are still in the same friend group) like y/n started dating someone else (you get to pick who you want to do 😁) and one day Quinn just shows up to y/n & Anika's apartment then like she said all that to y/n.

On my behalf I'm truly sorry for you having to read all this 😭

hi lovely!! im glad youre back, im good and i hope you're good too. don't apologize for the long request it helps me with it more. yes I do know the song so of course ill do this

FRIENDS

quinn bailey x fem!reader

you and quinn had a long history, it started off as friends, turned to best friends to friends with benefits and then she was your girlfriend but over time, there was no spark. nothing anymore.

so you broke up, although you stayed in the same friend group with ethan, chad, tara, mindy, sam and anika. it wasn't hard for you, it was easy.

over time you ended up falling for tara, she was different from quinn in a good way. you liked her more then anything and quinn knew, she was tired of having to see you two. the way you laughed and kissed and cuddled. it was all too much

"you still love her?" tara asked you one day and you turned to her, you didn't even realize that you had been staring at quinn

"sorry, what?" you asked and she sighed

"you still love quinn, look y/n i love you but I'm not going to be a backup plan" she said and she kissed you softly before she pulled away

"we're breaking up arent we?" you asked and she nodded

"i just want you to be happy and if that's with quinn then so be it, just take care of yourself y/n" she stated and she got up from the bench as she walked away. you left too as you went back home to yours and anikas shared apartment

soon enough there was a knock on the door and you opened it to see quinn

"quinn, what are you doing here?" you asked and she pushed the door open as she stormed in

"tell me what youre doing with tara, tell me everything about the other side because I need to know and I don't have the patience" she ranted

"quinn, what are you talking about?" you asked, she had a crazed look in her eyes

"ya know everyone was waiting for you to move on , all of them , every single one of our friends and they've been here for so long, I would've thought they knew but they didn't" she exclaimed

"youre making no sense" you told her and she scoffed

"i cant do this anymore. i cant pretend to be your friend when all I want is to be with you, I broke up with you because I was stupid and wasn't thinking and I'm sorry but I want you back" she said and you surged forward as you grabbed her face and kissed her.

she gasped before her hands shot down to your waist and she pulled you in. soon enough you were against the wall and her knee was between your legs. you both sighed into the kiss

"what about tara?" she asked

"we broke up" you told her and then the door opened, you turned to see mindy and anika in the doorway

"oh shit seems we interrupted something. y/n we're talking about this later" anika said and she walked with Mindy to her room as you and quinn laughed. she pulled you back into the kiss and smiled as you did too.

your hands held the back of her neck and you kissed her again.

you were more then friends again

A/N: i giggled writing this fr

#quinn bailey x y/n #quinn bailey x you #quinn bailey x reader #quinn bailey #liana liberato #scream fanfic #scream 6 #scream

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venus616 · 2 years

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these days; {tasm!peter parker}

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader (but you can interpret this as any peter parker), tom holland x f!reader

Summary: your way, i'm tryna understand these days… i need to know if you're feelin' it or i'm wasting my time, your way or mine (lyrics by wallows these days)

translation: (part two to daddy issues! pls read part one here if u are intrigued :')) college student!reader attempting to understand where she stands with peter now that their relationship developed, but not in the way she had hoped

Warnings: dilf!peter, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex, blowjob, masturbation, age difference, spanking, daddy kink, dacryphilia if you squint, mean peter kinda? he gets possessive at some parts, alcohol mentions, food mention, language, cheating, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 14.3k

read part one | two | read part three | read part four || series playlist • series status: complete

A/N: FORMERLY blkgwenstacy but i changed my username! bad summary once again but this + daddy issues and the next two parts (i plan to write) are gonna be part of the same series! i think this installment can work as a stand alone but this story has more plot imo

August -

Your irritating alarm on your phone went off. You shot awake due to your lack of sleep from last night then turned over to the reason why. You rolled on your side to face Peter, his eyes still closed but his lips forming into a smile. “Don’t say it.” He states, still refusing to open his eyes. You giggle at his refusal to be awake on a Saturday morning at 6 am. Since it was still the summer, the sun peeking out from his blinds was not helping his agenda for sleeping in.

“You need to get up.” You say in a pleading whisper, knowing his son, Ben, would be up in about three hours. See, you and Peter have developed a few habits in the short time you’ve spent together. As you guys have been hooking up, (which is what you resigned yourself to call it as there has been no formalities put in place) whenever you guys decide to be intimate, which is often, you only come to Peter’s apartment after Ben is tucked in and leave before he wakes up. It had its flaws because you could barely get sleep on those nights, but with the way Peter made you feel, it was worth it. It was a time crunch outside of the limited hours spent together because sometimes you wanted to wake up and spend quality time with Peter that you couldn’t do if Ben wasn’t at Aunt May’s.

It wasn’t that Ben didn’t know you, but you and Peter knew better that it was better to not confuse him with the constant presence of his father’s 20 year old neighbor. You knew that the part Peter omitted from this reasoning was because he didn’t see it being long term, but let him tell it, he says Ben’s not ready to see any woman constantly around.

Either way, you understood, even if Peter didn’t realize you did. Which made these compromises so much more frustrating. Peter officially woke up by rubbing his eyes and rolling on his back before sitting up. He turned over to you laid on your side, hips looking particularly tempting with his bedsheets draped across them, you wearing nothing but your underwear from last night.

“Breakfast is kinda overrated don’t you think?” Peter whined before reaching over to cup your ass, about to kiss you.

“I don’t know Pete, I think Ben’s gotten to like my pancakes that you continue to pass off as your own.” You push his head to the side, refusing his kiss as a way to feign being mad at him.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do. Tell him the pancake fairy made them?” He scoffed at your accusation, hands ghosting your hips once more and this time you don’t swat him because you’re too busy giggling at his stupid joke.

He took this opportunity to jump back in between the sheets with you bringing your hips against his. Nuzzling his head in between your head and shoulder.

“5 more minutes? I already know what I want to eat today anyway.” He says before bringing one of his legs in between yours to spread you apart, cupping your forming heat. You bite back a moan.

“Tempting.” You croak out, eyes meeting him as he looks back up to you. As you go back in to kiss him you’re reminded of the day and narrow your eyes at him, leaving him hanging as he never felt your lips meet his.

“What?” He sighs, drooping his face down to the bed in disappointment.

“Did you make the reservation for the place tonight?” You say, not trusting Peter when it comes to these things because you know how unreliable he can be, for whatever reason. You didn’t want to come off as prying or clingy so you never asked, but you could tell he felt remorseful when he was late or had to cancel.

“Yes I did. And it’s a non-refundable deposit this time so I can’t miss it even if I wanted to,” You scoffed at that, “which I don’t.” He attempts to save himself. “Because I can’t pass up an opportunity to see you in whatever tiny dress you’ll show up in.” He says cupping your face.

“You mean tear me out of?” You sigh, gesturing to the pieces of fabric on the floor laying on the floor and the clothes of the past, particularly upset at the expensive lingerie that he’s ripped off.

“We both know you like wearing my clothes more anyway.” You could feel him smirking as he said that leaned into your neck.

“You give me no choice.” You exclaim, ticklish at the bass of his voice against your skin.

You both make your way to the kitchen as you get back into your ritualistic routine of making breakfast for each other (& for Ben when he wakes up) with soft music playing in the background. You were wearing one of his oversized sleeping shirts and your underwear, mixing the pancake batter for Ben and Peter. Peter was shirtless with gray sweatpants on, working on the eggs for you and him.

It was a mystery the type of effect Peter had on you, the absence of fear and stress you had when you were around him was an addictive feeling so you had grown attached. There was something to be said about how you would hang on his every word, but you weren’t acknowledging it because ignorance was bliss.

“So what time should I be ready?” You say, licking the mixing spoon as you placed the bowl of remaining mix in his sink. Peter placed your plates on the dining table and you quickly joined after grabbing the fresh toast, spoon in hand. You placed his in between his teeth which caused him to muffle a “fhanks” as he chewed.

He swallowed a bite to answer. “I have to drop off Ben but the place is nearby May’s so you can meet me at the restaurant? I got us a private booth so you can just ask for my name when you come in.” He stated, shifting full focus on his plate.

Your face faltered at that, a bit disappointed he wasn’t going to formally pick you up and walk you there, but you understood that he had priorities so you quickly shifted your focus elsewhere.

“A private booth? Oh Peter you’re making me swoon.” You smile while running your foot up his leg from underneath the table. He looks up at you, forking his eggs as he smiles at you.

“It’ll be like it’s our little secret.” He says grabbing your hand from across the table. You almost visibly grimace from his words, embarrassed at the statement. It was moments like this where you can’t help what you feel with the sort of arrangement you found yourself tied up in.

The restaurant was gorgeous. You had never been here before so you relied on the address Peter texted to you, finding yourself in the middle of uptown Manhattan. It had a garden in the back that was almost like its own private central park, perfect for strolling right after dinner. You felt a bit silly getting out of the cab and walking in alone, like you weren’t meeting a man who had been playing your boyfriend for the past few weeks. Of course, you had to remind yourself he wasn’t necessarily your boyfriend in the first place. You were brought out of your thoughts when the greeters called out for your attention.

Shaking out of your thoughts, you asked for Peter’s name.

“Reservation for Parker?” You stated, not knowing how things like this worked at places like these but hoping you for it right. As the waiter scanned the list he nodded before asking you to follow him in.

The waiter walked you to the private booth to find Peter in a two piece suit looking amazing. He was in a button up that was definitely meant for a tux as you saw how tailored it was for him. You were drooling so much you almost forgot yourself until his jaw was on the floor when he saw you.

You were in a little black dress that brought attention to Peter’s favorite parts about you, which was everything truth be told. Your breasts were being held up by two thin straps of the dress with a dip of cleavage that Peter found himself particularly drawn to when he stood up to greet you.

“You look amazing, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to pick you up but now I’m kinda glad I didn’t or else we wouldn’t have been able to make it on time.” He stated before bringing you into a hug where he squeezed your ass, making you gasp in his ear. His dick twitched at the sound, already plotting on how he was gonna treat you tonight.

After you two sat down and ordered, the waiter quickly retrieved your menus and found yourself almost kicking your feet from the way he looked at you.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” You say attempting to make him laugh. You succeed as the crinkles by his eyes appear once again.

“Don’t tempt me baby, you know I’m still a photographer.” He reminded you. Your stomach did flips at his pet name usage, you weren’t sure if you were ever gonna get used to his verbal affection.

“I thought it was just a hobby now,” You bite back.

“Now it is, ever since Ben came into my life I decided that it was better to keep it as a hobby instead of a career. But I used to be really good with the camera if I do say so myself.”

“Oh I know.” You quirk up your eyebrow in response.

He squints at you. “You do?”

“Your photos on your night stand and the bulletin board of your old work at The Daily Bugle are not very discreet, Peter.” He clenches his jaw at your observations, realizing you’ve probably seen the pictures of the mother of his child.

You notice his sudden tension and reach over for his hand on the table.

“You were really good,” You reassure him but try to move away from the sensitive topic that was probably on his mind. “I just don’t understand how you always got such good pictures of Spider-Man, were you a fanboy?” You joke. He smiled softly at that, his eyes twinkling when he looked back at you.

You don’t know why you skated around the obvious but you knew you didn’t want to ruin one of these special moments you had with Peter with something as sensitive as that. You knew when he was ready, if he was ever going to be ready, that he would trust you enough to tell you what happened.

After the meal he suggested you guys take a stroll in the back which you raised your eyebrow to.

“What if people see us?” You joked, gesturing vaguely to the secrecy of this date that he emphasized.

“Look at how empty it is.” He steps out to the quietness of the garden, twinkling with lights. He grins before leaning in to kiss you and there it is. The back and forth that you go back to whenever he says something like this. You know he’s not necessarily ashamed of you, but maybe about his involvement with you which you know is just as bad. You get distracted as you find yourself enamored in his kiss before he breaks away.

He intertwined his fingers with yours before leading you around the park, stopping every now and then to admire the beauty. He fidgeted around a bit behind you but you pretended not to notice, letting the silence hang in the air as you took in the fresh air.

“Her name was Gwen.” He states when you’re leaning down to look into the koi pond.

“What?” You say off guard, almost slipping in before you feel his arms wrap around you. He holds your waist as you attempt to stay on your feet.

“The girl you see in my pictures, around my place. Her name was Gwen.” He says, scanning your face for a reaction.

“Oh.” You sigh. Not knowing how to proceed because you don’t know what questions are the right ones to ask. This is probably the most vulnerable you two have gotten since you started sneaking around with him.

“She died a year after having Ben. I haven’t really dated around since then.” He said. He let go of you before taking your hands in his again.

“She was really beautiful.” You comment, rubbing your empty hand along his arm, attempting to comfort him. He looked pensive, as if he was wondering if he should say more.

“She was.” He forced a smile. “We met in high school and,” He sighed for a bit, probably deciding whether or not he wanted to continue. Your eyes flicker to the ground before looking back up to him when he continues.

“Well, you know the rest.” He choked as he bit back tears but you could see them swelling in his eyes. Your heart broke at this, feeling bad that he felt the need to explain but you understood a little more why he treated this relationship so delicately. At least, you understood why he would.

“Hey,” You call for his attention, forcing him to look at you again. “Peter, it's okay.” You murmured. He sniffled before wiping the tears that escaped. You two sat down next to the pond before you could say anything.

“I’m really sorry.” You stated, reaching to grab his hand. You then tighten your hold on him. “I’m sorry if you felt obligated to explain yourself to me. I know I can be difficult but,” He cuts you off shaking his head.

“Don’t do that, this isn’t your fault.” He paused, sighing out, “I’m sorry that you got into a relationship with a guy like me.” He let it slip out before both of you could realize.

“Relationship?” You question, choosing to ignore his not so subtle self deprecation.

“Whatever this is,” He takes it back. Peter knows that saying it aloud only makes it more real.

“Where do you see this going Peter?” You ask, not allowing him to get away from you that easily. You don’t look at him, afraid of the reaction you’ll receive. You stare ahead of yourself looking at the pathway of stone, leading to the next sector of the garden.

He sighs. “I don’t know Y/N. You kinda came out of nowhere if I’m being honest.” You whip your head to his direction and see him smiling. You couldn’t place how you felt hearing him say that.

Peter was special to you, granted in more ways than one. The fact that he couldn’t even answer your question brought you some concerns that you previously pushed to the back of your head. You didn’t want to question the man who has brought you so much peace in this transition of your life, but he is simultaneously disrupting it when he says shit like this, so you do.

“Was I supposed to send you a heads up?” You scoff. You playfully elbowed his side out of annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I just want to enjoy this. I want to enjoy you.” He emphasizes, taking your chin in his hand as he stops you from moving any further.

The rational part of you could see what he meant immediately. He didn’t see this going beyond a fling as he couldn’t even call you his girlfriend. But the side of you that wasn’t thinking straight held onto the fact that he saw you at all. The amount of trust you’ve put in him triumphed over whatever he said when he touched you.

He got you again and you were staring deep into his eyes. You could never stay mad at him for long so you folded immediately when he smiled at you. His arms made their way to the middle of your body and held you by the small of your back. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your shoulders, tickling you with kisses, and giving you a burn with his grown out beard. You giggled due to the ticklishness and sensitivity of your neck.

“I hate you.” You say, breathing out as he stopped to stare at you again when he returned to his previous position.

He smiles. “No you don’t.” He leans in to kiss your cheek, meeting your forehead and nose with his shortly after.

You exhale, shaking your head.

“I could never hate you.” You say softly. It was barely above a whisper but you know he heard you.

He always heard you.

You woke up beside Peter the next morning. Your head was on his chest softly exhaling since he was still asleep.

Last night's events were more than expected. After you and Peter spoke little to nothing about your current relationship status, you two walked home and he tore off your clothes.

As usual.

You detach yourself from his body causing him to stir from the brief loss of contact. He flips onto his stomach and you giggle at his movements. You reach over to the bedside where his camera laid, being used last night as a way to prove just how good of a photographer he was. You were a little embarrassed at how vulnerable you were to him last night but was flattered that you were momentarily his muse. Then, you think about how cute it would be have the tables turn when you decide to pick it up from the night stand.

You snap a few photos of him, with your knees on either side of the back of his legs. Before you could scroll through the gallery to choose which ones to delete and keep your phone starts vibrating on your bedside. You put down the camera and see it’s your mom calling.

Quickly, you pull on one of Peter’s nearest t-shirts and go outside his room to pick up.

“Hey mom,” you say, a bit groggy since you had just woken up.

“Hey Y/N. I was in the city today and I was calling to ask if you wanted to have lunch later. Maybe 12?”

You check the time and look back at the closed door.

“It’s kinda cutting it close don’t you think?” You try to shrug off her invite.

“Oh, did you have a crazy Saturday night?” She remarks, laughing at your obvious exhaustion over the phone.

“Something like that.” You state meekly, heat rising to your cheeks over the phone. “I was on a date.” You cringe as you let the words slip out.

“With him?” She yells over the phone, “Your little boyfriend,” She says in a sing-song voice to mock your previous lovesick conversations about him.

Not that you ever brought him up on purpose, but she could tell from the way you carry yourself when you guys meet up that you were very much in love. But you never called it that, since Peter didn’t, your mom made a point that you knew it once she pulled the very minor details (ie; everything except his age and the fact that she’s met him before) out of you.

“Did he finally ask you to be his girlfriend?” She eagerly asks.

“No.” You answer honestly. There’s silence before she starts.

“How long has this been going on?” She reminds you.

“Mom.” You groan.

“I’m serious Y/N” You move your phone away from your face as she barks over the phone to collect yourself before you answer.

You bring the phone back to your face. “It’s been two months but please don’t make this a big deal. I told you we don’t even want anyone to know.” You hiss over the phone so you don’t completely wake Peter up.

You can hear your mom sigh before starting an inevitable lecture.

“You both don’t want anyone to know or he doesn’t want anyone to know? Because there’s a difference Y/N.” She answers honestly.

“He hasn’t claimed you as his partner but you’re still with him when you know you want more. And that’s the problem.” You can feel your heart beating faster as she says this, feeling angrier.

“Mom. I’m not coming today if you talk about this.” You say honestly. Your attitude started to show out so she backed off, knowing relationships are a sore subject with you.

“Fine. But Y/N remember that whoever this boy is,” You silently huff at the usage of “boy”. “if he’s got you feeling like this and a title is what you want, it isn’t worth waiting around for. Trust me.” She says genuinely. You can hear the concern in her voice but you hear Peter calling out for you groggily.

“I’ll see you at 3 then?” She says, voice coated in hope that you’ll join her.

“Yeah, fine. Bye.” You say dryly. You felt bad at how short you were being with her but you couldn’t stand the comments especially because you heard enough of it from yourself.

All she did was confirm your stress and it was making you all the more anxious of your future with Peter.

Or lack thereof.

You hang up as soon as she says her goodbyes.

You see that you have a few more hours with Peter before he’d go to pick up Ben and you meet up with your mom so you go take advantage of all the affection you could.

You enter back in his bedroom to see him still in bed with the sheets covering only his lower half.

You return back to your sleeping position after placing your phone on the nightstand and place your head back on his chest as you go back in to lay down with him.

He feels your presence and smothers you, catching you off guard causing you to giggle. His playfulness calming you down from the phone call that caused you to be flustered.

“Missed you.” He said, stroking your back.

“Peter, I was only gone for 5 minutes.” You fire back. You decide to wrap your leg around his and sit back up on his lap, your heat meeting his crotch causing him to groan.

“So?” He quirks up his eyebrow before he leans up to kiss you, but not without grinding his hips into yours.

September -

Your third year of college came in full swing and you found yourself constantly at school in attempts to finish your homework on top of your double shifts in the campus cafe. You saw Peter significantly less as he returned to Ben’s school schedule on top of his work schedule.

You had wished he made more of an effort to compromise outside of sex because you valued his presence, but his priorities changed as he saw you less.

As a result you’ve resorted to only seeing him on the weekends, late at night. This wasn’t necessarily new, but it caused some distance as you could clearly see the different stages of your life in perspective now. Especially when it was a Saturday night and you were with your friends at a friend’s party, hoping to make your rounds but dropping it all when you saw his text to come over after he put his son to bed.

You felt bad, but you liked him. You just felt worse lying to your friends as they didn’t even know it was a boy you were leaving them for. It usually went something like last weekend.

You would be laughing with your friends as they swayed to the music of a poorly lit apartment living room, exchanging details about majors to anyone new you met. You would feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and knew what that meant, since anyone else that would text you on a Saturday night was in the same building as you.

12:10 am: Come over.

12:11 am: Ben’s asleep. ;)

You attempted to hide your excitement and excused yourself from the conversation you were currently having.

12:12 am: i’m at a party tho

You started a mental checklist of what you were going to say when your friends were gonna inevitably question you for leaving.

12:13 am: Please come?

You couldn’t help but grin before tapping your response.

12:13 am: u know i love it when u beg

You put your phone away and breathe out a content sigh before going up to the friend that invited you all and the host to say your goodbyes.

“There she goes again.” They slur, toeing the line between tipsy and drunk before giving you the obligatory goodbye.

“I’m sorry babe, I’ll see you Monday?” You reassure before saying bye to the rest of your friends.

They all nod with an underlying smirk. You know what they want to say but they know that you’ll immediately deny it, as you have before. You shoot them a knowing glance as you exit their building taking the nearest subway to see Peter.

One thing you wished was just for some reciprocation though. For example, like today. You had an opportunity to see him as one of your afternoon classes was canceled.

You knew Peter had flexible hours with the lab he worked at, especially during the school year because of all the new graduate and undergraduate assistants being able to help. With his seniority there, he was able to call out any time which is how he was able to spend time with you when he wanted to, while Ben was with May over the summer. So you texted him, not expecting the response you were going to get due to the prior context.

The text thread was as followed:

11:03 am: “pete! i have the next few hours free bc my next class was canceled”

11:03 am: “wanna come over?”

You tapped your foot impatiently waiting for him to answer while you were still in the back of your current lecture hall, switching from your laptop open with a tab of notes to your message screen in your phone. The prospect of Peter made you impatient as you missed him, since you went from seeing him almost everyday to once-twice a week in less than a month.

11:09 am: “I can’t. Still at the lab.”

Your face visibly dropped at the response, causing your friend to look over at you in confusion before you exited the message tab. You look at them and shake your head claiming it was nothing before you quickly tapped back a message once they nodded in understanding.

11:09 am: “:( u can’t leave early? & doesn’t Ben get out at 3?”

You attempted to distract yourself by actually focusing on the lecture, knowing that the remaining minutes would only draw out in your head if you focused on Peter more than the content. Of course, your attention shifted back when you had a back to back vibration.

11:20 am: “No. I’m sorry.”

11:21 am: “Maybe I’ll see you tonight.”

You sighed out reading his polite rejection coupled with his assumption that you’d answer to his every whim.

He was right, unfortunately.

But you couldn’t tonight even if you wanted to. You had work until 10 pm and had some readings you needed to get done for your class tomorrow. Normally you would’ve told him that but you were so upset with the circumstances that you shut off your phone and sighed before packing up your stuff after the professor dismissed class to go to the library, thinking that you might as well be productive.

Later on that same day, you were working late in front of the house waiting to close up until you heard someone coming in. You roll your eyes in annoyance and still don’t tear your eyes away from your notebook next to your open book, mentally preparing to ring someone up or make their coffee.

You had been visibly down the entire day not just due to Peter but what it meant for him to say that when you know you’d drop everything for him. You knew it was silly and somewhat your own fault for letting it get to this point especially if you weren’t going to drop him anytime soon.

Alas, it’s Tuesday night and you wanted nothing more than to go home but it was about 30 more minutes till you could even think about it.

“Hi.” You furrow your eyebrows at the British accent and look up from your book to see a cute, boyish face smiling back at you.

You stand up straight and leave your pencil in between the closed book to face the register to ring him up for the bag of chips he has on the counter.

“Hi.” You quirk up your eyebrows before ringing his chips up. You patiently look at him in his eyes waiting for him to tell you his order, but he just stares back at you smiling so you prompt him.

“Anything else?” You attempt to say lightly, knowing if you don’t it can sound a bit mean.

“Can I get an Americano? That’ll be it.” He says. You nod, a bit shocked he’d be getting espresso this late and this early in the semester but you weren’t one to judge, you were studying on the job.

“7.50.” You say. As the typical exchange proceeds, you turn back around to make his drink.

“This is a good book. Do you like it?” He states. You turn back around expecting him to be talking to someone else who just walked in but he was looking at you waiting for your response.

You stammer before responding, shocked that he was actually speaking to you as there was no one else in the cafe. You remind yourself of the book you’re reading for your English class as there’s a discussion on the assigned chapters tomorrow.

“Uh, kinda? It’s only for a class but I think it’s interesting.” You say, before turning back around to turn on the espresso machine.

“Cool, what class is it for?” He asks.

“English 300, 19th century English Literature.” You pipe back. You’re done making his drink by the time you turn back around.

“Oh I took that last fall actually. Do you like it?” He says a quick thank you when he takes the drink out of your hands, fingers lingering on yours when he smiles at you. He made you blush at the action.

You brush it off by pretending to think about your answer, placing your chin in between your index and thumb fingers before ultimately shaking your head.

“Honestly? No. At least not so far. It’s just a bunch of pretentious English majors.” You joke before you realize through his reaction. His eyes widening before exhaling and chuckling.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” You laugh while he laughs with you.

“Not all of you are pretentious,” You start before he cuts you off.

“No,” He shakes his head with a wide smile. “I’m not an English major. But I am a film major so I’m arguably more pretentious.” He stammers out before making both of you laugh, filling the silent cafe with the sound of you.

You relax into a smile at how easygoing he is. Him being easy on the eyes didn’t hurt either.

You let your confidence speak for you before you could even think twice. “Yeah well, you’re kinda cute so it hardly matters.” You turn around to wipe down your station before you can see his reaction, cringing at yourself for being so straightforward.

“If the cute barista thinks I’m cute, can I get her name?” You hear him say.

You wipe your hands on your apron before turning back around to study his face, a bit of blush remaining on his face. Presumably from your compliment.

“Y/N.” You answer back, tilting your head to the side and he mocks you by mirroring your reaction causing you to laugh even more.

He smiles at your reaction before answering. “I’m Tom. I would say it’s nice to meet you but I’m wondering why I haven’t seen you around before.” He inquires.

You look at him inquisitively, surprised he’s being just as forward.

“I like to think I’m always floating around campus, maybe you just weren’t looking hard enough.” You bite back, leaning forward on the counter. His lips form into a smile.

A few weeks pass after that encounter. You quickly fell into the habit of seeing him in between classes in his apartment which was closer to campus than yours. It sped up the dating process more than you expected because you two had a routine by the third date.

Throughout the week after your classes you spent time with Tom before your shifts at work. He eased into it by suggesting that he help you complete your readings before going in and he stayed at the cafe doing his own work, waiting for you to close up and come back to his place for the night. You obliged, not minding where this relationship would go, romantically or friendly as Tom made you feel very comfortable.

By the end of the week, late Friday nights followed into the weekend by hanging out at your apartment to filter out the campus life which Tom enjoyed, so you two stayed holed up together throughout the weekend, for two weekends in a row. During these weekends, you were anxious with him just because you didn’t want to run into Peter and have to tell the entire truth of why you hadn’t been answering him around the clock like you usually would.

However, there wouldn’t even be anything to explain as you guys weren’t there to have sex, but just because he liked your company. There were about 3 nights in a row where you guys actually finished movies before hooking up. You originally attributed it to him being passionate about films but you also came to the conclusion that he just found your commentary valuable and loved listening to you. Your friends eased your skepticism by saying, if he had wanted to just hook up or stay friends, he wouldn’t have cared all that much.

Speaking of which, if you let your friends tell it, you two were inseparable, which you knew was somewhat true. Part of you worried if you were going too fast, but you knew that it was out of fear, especially after you spent your entire summer with a man who was emotionally unavailable.

It caught you off guard because admittedly you didn’t know what you were doing. You were still sleeping with Peter but you progressively became more distant and he knew it. The last straw being when you didn’t come over to his place that Saturday night Tom shared his feelings for you. You found out at that moment that you reciprocated entirely, there was a cloud of doubt in your mind though, wishing it was Peter telling you this instead.

It was when you were walking to your apartment with Tom holding hands, giggling from a joke he had just made, but also just because he made you so happy, he blurted it out.

“I like you.” He said, making you stop and look up at him in a bit of shock, still not completely sober so trying to formally process his words.

“Tom,” You start, but you’re cut off.

“No like, I really like you.” He emphasizes the “really” before chuckling and tightening his lips in a line before continuing. You stare at him in awe of his confession, knowing that it shouldn’t be as big of a deal as it is to you right now but it was. You weren’t used to these types of forward confessions unless it was layered with physical affection like Peter had done.You found your heart fluttering as he continued, finding that verbal reassurance made you feel like you were on Cloud 9. You felt guilty for thinking about Peter during a time like this, but it just made you wish he had taken the time to do this like Tom was.

“I just really like spending time with you.” He cuts off your thoughts, taking your other hand in his. You nod before he can continue.

“I was just lucky I walked in on your shift that night rather than my idiot friend‘s.” You threw your head back laughing at that, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

“You’re insanely smart, funny, and really fucking cute. I’m kinda drunk right now but I think I can go on forever about you if you’d let me.” He laughed, making you giggle in response.

You cut him off by kissing him roughly on his lips, not wanting to do anything other than kiss him. You quickly heat it up by removing your hands from his grasp and placing them along his shoulders, bringing your hips against his. He reacted quickly by wrapping his hands around your hips, making you gasp before you broke the kiss to clear your throat.

“I like you too.” You simply state, a bit shy now that you’ve admitted it verbally.

“Yeah?” He teased, bringing his nose to meet yours. You nodded with a smile on your face.

“Glad we got that sorted out.” He continues, before kissing your cheek.

You shake your head with a small eye roll. “Whatever, let’s go.” You smirk before pulling him up the stairs of your apartment.

You stumble up your stairs giggling in front of Tom, knowing you’re making a little too much noise at 12 am as you were visibly tipsy but Tom makes sure that you’re safe by holding onto your hips.

He wraps himself around you as you attempt to unlock your door until you hear a noise from behind you. You turn the key hearing the click with the unlock of your door but turn to meet Peter’s eyes as Tom kisses the crook of your neck.

Guilt fills your veins as Peter stares back at you in jealousy, jaw clenched.

“Baby,” Tom coo’s, just as tipsy as you were so he missed the sight of you looking at your neighbor with feign innocence. “c’mon open the door.” He says, pressing another kiss on your neck, pressing his erection against your backside.

Peter looks forward to opening his door to enter his home and slam it. The noise causes you to flinch and Tom to look behind the both of you.

“Damn,” he chuckles. You focused on the doorknob attempting to push the overthinking aside.

You open the door and turn back to Tom looking at you with drunk adoration in his eyes, giving you a reason to smile.

You step backwards with your arms wrapped around his shoulders giggling, forcing yourself to forget about what just happened knowing that was a problem for tomorrow.

He shut the door behind you grinning, knowing you were all his for the night.

You were dressed in one of Tom’s t-shirts that you had stolen from the previous week as you were walking him out, him dressed in yesterday's clothes.

Normally you would’ve spent more time with him but seeing as he had a paper due tonight, he’s leaving before any more physical distractions could arise.

You were standing in your doorway saying your final goodbyes, at least until tomorrow.

“Text me when you get back?” You say after kissing his cheek.

“Of course love.” He responds before kissing you on the lips.

“Ok.” You smile, letting your hands linger in his before he leaves, descending down the steps. You can see him exchanging a glance with Peter before Peter turns to face you, going up the steps.

You remain frozen in your doorway looking at him and before he can stop at his apartment door, which you can tell he thought about it, he turns to you and steps closer. You feel timid in his presence once again, forgetting how small he made you feel.

“Hi,” you start, not knowing what to say. You know you don’t want to apologize or allow him to make you feel bad about it, because technically you weren’t doing anything wrong.

“Who is he?” He dived in the topic headfirst and you grimaced. You scoffed walking into your apartment knowing he’d soon follow behind you, always getting up into your boundaries because he knew he could.

He slammed and locked the door behind him.

“Who is he?” He demands loudly this time, making sure you can hear him when you walk into your room ignoring him.

He trailed behind you, scanning to see what’s changed since he had last been here. His stomach dropped at the disheveled sheets.

“What does it matter to you?” You state, picking up your clothes from last night off the floor.

When you put them in your hamper, he stops you by pulling on your shirt.

“This his?” He scoffs.

“You never asked me to be your girlfriend Peter.” You spit back, pushing his hand away from the fabric before he can tear it off you.

He rolled his eyes before answering a bit softer. You could tell he backed down.

“You know I can’t do that.” He said. You sat back down on your bed facing his general direction as he stood in front of you. His face softened as well and kneeled before you, face looking up at yours holding your hips.

Your voice came out cracked, biting back the tears from how stressed he was making you.

“Then why are we having this conversation?” You cry. The tears started spilling out before you knew it. He stood back up to kiss your forehead.

“I’m sorry baby,” He said before fully standing straight. You looked up at him from your current position, feeling more vulnerable in front of him than you ever have.

You didn’t want to believe you were crying for his love, at least not explicitly, but he practically forced your hand at the way he was guilt tripping you as if he ever made an effort to claim you.

He stroked your cheek with your thumb, wiping the tears still spilling as you sniffled.

“Is he your boyfriend now?” He says, almost mockingly. You swear you could’ve cussed him out right then and there but you stayed silent letting him speak with snark, the lump in your throat not disappearing.

You shake your head, causing Peter to shake his head right after.

“Tell me.” He states, still gently stroking your cheeks. You bring a hand to cling onto his arm before speaking, voice still cracked.

“He hasn’t officially asked me.” You quiver, pushing yourself back on your bed until your legs are fully off the floor. You weren’t stupid. You knew where this was going, you knew what he wanted and you were gonna give it to him.

Because it was what you wanted too.

Peter crawled on the bed above you, hovering your figure. He takes your face in both his hands and kisses you gently.

You realized as you kissed back desperately that he hasn’t been this soft with you in a while, the desire and hunger always coming first in the last two months.

You kiss back, not understanding why but you did. Just as you did he trails down to your neck, crawling onto the bed with you. You were in bliss for what you knew was coming, or what you thought was coming.

You were brought out of your expectations when Peter spoke.

“Are you mine?” He asks. There was a sense of dominance in his voice you haven’t heard since the first time you guys had sex.

This one was laced in jealousy though.

It was obvious something shifted in him as you showed him he wasn’t the only man in your life anymore and that he had to work for your affection if he truly wanted you. Though, he wasn’t willing to do more than he had to so he relied on your history and your clear love for him.

Fortunately for him (unfortunately for you), it worked.

You nod as he latches his fingers on the seams of your underwear.

“I need to hear you say it.” He growls in your ear before pushing your back on the bed, making you gasp out.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He says abandoning your skin to rub you through your underwear.

“I’m yours.” You whimper, your eyes meeting his as he massages harder on your forming wet spot.

You want to knock yourself out for how quickly you submitted to him. He knew the power he had over you and wasn’t afraid to remind you.

But it felt too good to think about right now.

Before you could say anything else you heard him quickly unbuckling his pants. His bottom half was naked before he pushed your underwear to the side, clearly wanting to get to the point.

Your body jolted as you felt his familiar cock fill you up again. Moaning out for him. You were pressed up against his chest on your side as he entered you laying down beside you.

“Fucked another boy last night and you’re still so tight for me.” He teased as he whispered in your ear.

You moan not knowing what to say, just knowing it felt so good for him to care enough about you to be this jealous.

“Tell me how much you love it.” He gasps, only letting the sound of your skin slapping fill the air. He grabbed on to the back of your thighs to hold them open for your entrance in a rough way that you knew was gonna leave bruises on you.

“You feel so fucking good inside of me Peter,” You cried out, knowing it was gonna drive him crazy. You turn your head to meet his eyes again, literally black from how blown out with lust they were looking at you falling apart in his hands.

“I love the way you fuck me daddy.” You groan out, fucking yourself back onto him, taking control of the pacing of your hips. He hissed out at your sudden change of pace before he grabs on to them to slow you down causing you to clench around him even more from his control.

“Yeah?” He says before you kiss him desperately, not even aiming for accuracy as you only moaned in his mouth while nodding to answer his self indulged questions.

“Can he make you feel like this?” He says before slipping out of you completely, you whining at the loss of contact.

He flips you on your stomach, and you arch your back, leaving your ass in the air for him.

He rubbed your dick along your slit before fully entering, causing you to moan obscenities before begging him to thrust into you already.

You shake your head as if to say “No” knowing it wasn’t true, because Tom was amazing in bed. But anything to keep Peter to make you feel like this again. You knew what he wanted to hear, even if it was just a power trip for him.

He drilled into you from this position and rolled his hips against your ass repeatedly. You knew you were gonna orgasm from this alone, he also knew from the way you were clenching around him each time.

“Fuck, are you gonna cum baby?” He asked.

He already knew the answer.

He made you sit up straight along his chest again as he continued to thrust into you. He massaged your breasts before going to your clit and thrusted into you even harder.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groan out. As soon as you clenched one final time around him he mewled in your ear, cumming inside you at the same time. Your body vibrated on top of his before you two fully collapsed on your bed.

You laid still, attempting not to think too deeply about what you just did and the morally gray area about it, but shortly after Peter snuggled up into you, kissing your cheek.

October -

Before you knew it, it was fall break. You loved Halloween so you had to emphasize the importance of preparing for your Halloween this week of no school by the multiple Spirit Halloween trips and making Tom help you decorate your apartment.

You were currently on a stool putting your fairy lights up in your room for the seasonal flair for the next few months while Tom laid down in your bed, reading a book.

You quickly wrapped up your process by taping up the remaining cords and plugging them in, to prepare for the long night ahead of you as it was already 7 pm.

You stumbled down from your stool and looked around proud of yourself. You pick up your phone to check the time but see the text on your screen from peter.

14 min ago: Come over?

14 min ago: Ben’s napping

You sigh under your breath so Tom wouldn’t ask what’s wrong before typing back.

now: busy, sorry

now: studying :(

Peter sat on his bed waiting for your usually hasty arrival with a knock on his door but looked at your text in defeat.

He knew you weren’t studying, especially with the cologne of who you had been fucking rubbing off on you for the past few weeks.

He also knew that there was no way you were studying on fall break. Peter scoffed as he recalled you celebrating that all your midterms would be due right before, so you would have time to relax on your break guilt free. He mentally cursed at you for not even caring enough to come up with a better lie for him.

Peter supposed it made sense that you were seeing someone else but he couldn’t find it in him to not feel jealous whenever he was faced with the reality.

In Peter’s head, and only in his head because he refused to ever tell you otherwise outside of nicknames, you were his girl. He loved the effect he had on you and how eager you were to be around him. He became addicted to the feeling and became possessive in a way that should only be reserved for commitment.

He knew that, which is why he couldn’t find it in himself to confront you about it. At the moment, his stomach was turning at the thought of another man, really a boy to him, touching you.

You placed your phone face down on the bed side before plopping back down beside Tom as he chuckled at your exasperation.

“You done?” He asks before putting his book back down, taking your hand in his.

“Yeah, no thanks to you.” You say, mockingly before he lets out an offended gasp. He rises on one elbow to face you as you stay laid down on your side.

“Hey, I helped you carry all your stuff all week and narrowed down the costumes for us.” He claimed before flipping you over on your back, pinning your arms above your head.

You scoff at this, knowing if you really wanted to you could play-fight with him because of the average strength he has, not like Peter where he’s basically Super-Man for whatever reason. (You couldn’t tell if you missed it during times like these.)

“Oh, as if you even helped pick them. You just insulted half my choices.” You roll your eyes before using this opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist and bring him closer. He stammers at this, scoffing at you before grinding his hips down on yours.

“I think you just brought up half of those options to annoy me. Like Cosmo and Wanda.” Tom points out, causing you to laugh at his observation.

You sigh before your confession. “Yeah, I did.” You nod before he goes in to kiss you. He began to dry hump you before you both realized you could do without the extra layers of clothes between you.

Meanwhile, Peter’s pants tightened at the thought of another man was going to be able to see how you writhed under their touch once they found that sweet spot on their neck. He reminisced on the memory of you moaning his name in utter bliss on repeat. He found himself reaching for his buckle and suddenly his hand was in his boxers, palming himself before raising his cock outside of the clothing.

He doesn’t remember the last time he had you in his room so he reached over for the pictures of you he had taken that day in August, all saved in the drawer of his night stand.

Peter slipped through his favorites, finding the one of you smiling at the camera with his cum on your breasts. He remembered snapping this right after he finished, wanting to capture this moment forever. His cum still dropping a little bit off your chin with his free hand cupping your breast. He never told you this, but Peter adored your smile. You were always so expressive through your eyes and loved how you smiled at him.

After he shaked off the mere idea of another man recreating this position you, he started stroking his dick to this photo, face slack with awe of how radiant you looked in the most pornographic context. He let out breathy moans until he scoured for another and threw his head back at what he found next.

A photo of you on top of him, attempting to bite back your moans because you were afraid of looking stupid on camera. He remembered assuring you that the camera loved you before rocking his hips up into yours.

Peter’s thumb flicked over his tip as his pre-cum began to spurt out, reminiscing how your pussy would feel around him. He loved the breathy moans you had in this position because of how concentrated you were on rocking on him. But like most things, he liked taking control in this position even more so that you could just let yourself go and fuck yourself on him.

Looking at the wetness on his tip, he thought about if you were here how you would blow him. He missed the feeling of your lips around his head, swirling your tongue to tease him and lap up the precum before deepthroating him.

He began to lose himself in the memory of you and fucked his fist, moaning out your name. Behind his eyelids all he could see was those few moments he rocked his hips into your face with you gagging around his penis trying not to choke. He wasn’t adamant about face fucking you at first, but after seeing how well you took him the first few times, it just kinda happened one day.

He was crying out to the memory of how it felt to hold your cheeks, looking up at him for approval while he came undone right in front of you, tears streaming out and unsteady breathing from the pace he was going at, but the memory of seeing your tear stained, cum stained face with runny makeup once he was finished caused him to unravel.

He sighed, coming out of his high looking at his cum drying up on his hand, lower stomach and thigh, disappointed at himself realizing that one, you weren’t here and two, that you were probably doing it with who ever the fuck your boyfriend was.

Tom. What kind of name is Tom anyway? Peter scoffed at the thought as he wiped himself off. He knew he was being petty but he didn’t want to rationalize it because he was still extremely jealous, and knew he had to put in a little more effort if he wanted attention from you, or even taking you back all for himself again.

He considered it, but decided to leave you alone, at least when it came to explicitly asking. Peter wasn’t sure if he could ever leave you alone, not when you’re right across the hall from him.

He still remembers how shy you were when you first met him, and he adored you from then on, loving how you increasingly opened up to him before eventually returning his advances. And even though he would never admit this either, he also loved the side of you that became confident now that you were sure he was here to stay. He thought it was ironic that you’d be so quick to move on but it wasn’t surprising.

Peter knew you were a gorgeous girl, the way you talked about college with a face like yours, was just unrealistic to him, it was unsettling but unsurprising when he saw who you brought home that night. Part of him wishes he wasn’t so afraid to claim you as his, but part of him, the more rational part, knew it was for the better.

Peter didn’t like beating himself up over you, it felt very juvenile, but he couldn’t help it. He missed you and had to throw himself in other distractions in the meanwhile.

The operative word being meanwhile because he was hoping Tom wouldn’t be around for long.

He sighed before changing out of his clothes to shower and looked at his Spider suit in the closet as he rummaged around for a fresh change of clothes.

Peter usually takes advantage of when Ben is at school to remain vigilant in keeping New York a little bit safe. But more often his reasoning has shifted. It’s less of a convenience thing and more of a distraction, now that you’ve been creating distance between you two. When he’s patrolling and actually catches bad guys, he doesn’t think about you or how fucked up the entire situation is, or even how he mistreated you.

Halloween

Peter was currently just exiting one of the quieter neighborhoods, walking Ben back to their home after a long night of trick-or-treating from the neighborhood's uptown and even in the one he had grown up in by visiting Aunt May briefly. He had been exhausted (still, flattered) by the long-winded compliments of his spider suit, because it was the one time of year he could get away with wearing it alongside a bunch of Spidey fanboys. They had just passed the subway stop closest to their complex until he heard a familiar voice calling to him.

“Baby, are you sure you can even walk right now?” Your boyfriend inquired about your stumbling footsteps on the subway. You had just got back from your friend’s party that got cut short due to getting broken up by campus safety.

As you stepped out of the cart you slung your arm around his shoulder as he held your waist, being cinched together by the smooth fabric of your Playboy Bunny costume.

It had been a little more riskier than what you were used to for Halloween so you had pre-gamed before leaving for some liquid courage to walk the streets of NYC and around your peers in the tiny black leotard with your cleavage plunging out of it and black pantyhose to match.

Tom thought the white bow tie choker, matching wrist cuffs and black ears on your head were an adorable touch and couldn’t wait to fuck you with only those remaining.

To compliment your look, Tom was dressed up as Hugh Heffner to accompany your vixen look, red robe, sailor hat, pipe and all. You were admittedly turned on at how tacky he looked because he pulled it off oh-so well. You looked up from focusing on getting back up on your feet to meet his eyes and his cocky grin. You were a bit drunk and the black stilettos you were wearing were not helping, but nothing you couldn’t handle before the night was over.

“Yes baby I’m fine.” You drag out causing Tom to raise his eyebrows as he was even more unconvinced. He helped you keep your steps somewhat straight and continued to hold on tight to your waist. His eyes kept flickering up and down at your body causing you to giggle.

“What?” You say, knowing he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you all night. Once he had seen you to pick you up from your apartment, he didn’t even want to leave.

“You know what,” He rolled his eyes, taking a fake hit from his pipe before licking his lips looking at you again. You giggled at how silly he was being before he spoke again.

“I’ve been wanting to take you out of this since I saw you in it.” He said before attacking the side of your neck and nibbling on your ear. You lightly shrieked as you guys finally made your way up the steps from the subway stop.

“Tom, stop there’s people around,” You try moving away, slightly out of breath but you only give him more access as he pulls you closer and smothers your neck.

He gropes your ass playing with the tail on your suit before resting his hands on the small of your back before anyone could flash you two a look. He was peppering your neck and jawline in kisses causing you to gasp before you could remind him, more firmly now.

“We’re literally one block from my apartment,” You meet his eyes before you dodge his kiss to tease him. His lips landed on your cheeks instead of your lips causing him to bite you and you giggling once again from surprise.

You two continue to walk in the direction of your complex and you notice a very familiar figure next to a short brown haired boy carrying a jack-o-lantern full of candy. You recognized the voice as he joked around his son and your suspicions were confirmed when he called his name.

Before you could think, you yelled out and quickened your pace with Tom now straggling behind.

“Peter,” You shouted but not too loud as it was getting late. You almost sounded relieved to see him, it had been a while since you guys had last hooked up. You tried not to think too long about it as you were in an established relationship with Tom now, but you were only human.

Peter whipped his head around as he heard your voice and his eyes widened at the sight of you before you hugged him, smelling the alcohol off your lips.

“Hi,” you exclaimed before getting off of him and looking to his son just as happily, “Hi Ben, how are you guys?” You had the widest smile on your face right now as Tom caught up, looking a bit embarrassed.

“Hey, sorry man she’s a little,” Before Tom can finish and before Peter can roll his eyes at the gaudy display of a costume he has on, you interrupt.

“Oh yeah,” You pause before scanning Peter’s face “I’m sorry guys I just wanted to say hi, what were your costumes this year?” You rambled on before you could stop.

Peter chuckled knowing you do this when you’re nervous, especially around him, but he got distracted while his eyes scanned your cleavage, your waist, then your legs that had seemed to be even more elongated in your tight pantyhose.

He felt his pants tighten a bit seeing a glimpse of your white fluffy tail and the dip of your breasts when you bent down to listen to his son speak.

Realizing that Ben was speaking, he quickly got out of his thoughts to listen.

“I’m Mario.” Ben said.

“Mario? Well where is Luigi?” You exclaimed, making him smile.

“My friend earlier was Luigi but he had to go, his bedtime was way earlier than mine.” Ben answered, making both you and Tom giggle. Peter interjected.

“Yeah cause Luigi’s dad isn’t as cool as I am.” He states, ruffling his hair causing Ben to smile up at him. You watched their exchange and felt butterflies in your stomach as you met Peter’s eyes again. His eyes started to droop with the same lust from the first time you two met as he scanned your body before meeting your face again.

And it’s as if God hates Peter or Tom had mind reading powers because he started to hug you from behind again before resting his head in the crook of your neck. You smiled at the touch and Peter swore he wanted to vomit. Not because it looked overtly sexual, but because of how purely affectionate it was.

He was not only jealous of Tom at this moment because of how obscenely sexy you were in this costume, but because he could get away with doing this corny matching couples stuff with you, even if he did look like the world’s biggest douchebag to Peter right now.

Not only that, but the PDA in broad daylight like some horny young adults because you were. Peter would never tell you explicitly but he knew you guys couldn’t be together because of how dramatic the difference of where you were in your life right now.

Peter already experienced the things you have, and while he loves listening to you he just can’t realistically tie himself to you in the way that you want.

He knows you know that though.

You shake Tom off quickly due to the fact that you were beginning to feel his erection behind you.

“And you, Peter? Oh my gosh are you Spider-Man?” You exclaim, looking at the suit behind his sweater and sweatpants.

Peter had to be shaken out of his thoughts as he had a brief moment of fear until he remembered he dressed up like this today on purpose.

“Huh? Oh, yeah just because of all the pictures I used to take.” Peter said scratching the back of his neck, hoping it was a convincing enough lie.

“You used to take pictures of Spidey? Oh that’s sick man,” Tom says with a genuine smile, but Peter wanted nothing more than to web it shut.

“And it’s a really convincing costume, this is so cool Mr….” Tom trails off as you bit your lip watching for Peter’s response.

“Parker.” He states before shaking his hand. “And you are?” He furrowed his eyebrows at Tom as you rolled your eyes at him, silently begging Peter to be polite.

“Tom,” He smiled, causing Peter to return a tight-lipped one in response.

“This is my son Ben,” Ben smiled and gave a polite wave back.

The rest of the way back is filled with polite small talk, mainly between you and Ben talking about how much you love Halloween, Mario Kart, dressing up and how much you both could do without school.

Peter had forgotten about the bond you and Ben built from the countless times he asked you to watch him when his Spider-Man business interfered with his personal time this summer. He was attracted at how easily you could carry a conversation with his son but it seems as though Tom felt the same way.

He wanted to gag in jealousy at how Tom probably saw a future with you. Peter tried to stay focused on the conversation, but he repeatedly got distracted at how he watched you speak. His eyes lit up as he held onto you and made sure to focus on every single step, it almost started to feel like a competition as Peter was doing the same.

Peter gets fed up watching this subtle display of how much he loves you again because of how it’s killing him. Even though he would never tell you how he can’t give that to you.

As much as Peter wanted to hate the kid, he, and any other fool with eyes, could see how much Tom cares about you.

To Peter’s simultaneous dismay and relief you all reach the floor of your apartment and say your goodbyes.

“Goodnight guys,” You said, mainly sobered up from the riveting conversation you had with Ben and the consistent attention from Tom and Peter pulling you in opposite directions.

You pretended not to notice in the shy way you usually did when you brushed off their affections, but Peter knew you knew.

Peter wasn’t sure if Tom caught on but doubted it, as it was probably far-fetched to assume his girlfriend had history with her neighbor almost twice her age.

“Goodnight,” Ben and Peter call back, Ben giving you a genuine smile while Peter only gives a half smile, you suspect it’s from jealousy as Tom lingers beside you to wait for you to unlock the door.

It is completely out of jealousy, mixed with guilt, resentment and fear.

Peter opened the door for Ben to go in and looked behind him to see that you and Tom had already slipped in, hearing your giggles from behind the wall already.

He cursed his superhuman hearing ability for nights like this where hearing another man make you moan was the last thing he wanted to hear.

Tom was seated on your couch and you were seated on Tom. You were grinding up against his hips.

“Fuck,” He groaned out as you continued while leaving love bites on his neck, returning the aggression he had expressed earlier today. He threw his head back before facing back up to meet your eyes widening them.

“You like that?“ You responded by nibbling on his ear.

“No, wait yes, hold on babe,” He said before pulling his phone out of his robe pocket. Tom paused your movements reading the text and groaned out.

“What?” You ask, expecting disappointment.

“I have to go,” He said, clearly not happy about it either.

“Why?” You whine, grinding harder on him before he smacks your ass to stop, causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

“My group for one of my classes have this huge project due tomorrow and we still haven’t edited like 2 hours worth of footage.” He exasperated, running his hands up and down your arms.

“It can’t wait?” You sigh out, not expecting to get blue balled by your boyfriend while you’re dressed like a sex symbol.

“We haven’t even put together all the footage so no, it can’t wait. Plus everything is on my laptop so I have to go now, and wake up early if I want everything to go smoothly.” Tom explained, causing you to cry out in defeat.

“Tom, you’re just leaving me like this?” You sigh out as he wiggles your body off of him while he calls his uber.

“I don’t want to babe. I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you, tomorrow?” He says before leaning back in your space to kiss your cheek.

You remain pouted as he kisses the back of your hand that he was holding.

“I swear, we’ll be done with all of it by the time it’s due, then I can come over after and we’ll have all night together.” He reminds you.

You sighed out, rolling your eyes but nod in agreement, knowing one night without him wouldn’t hurt.

“Okay.” You say.

“Okay.” He smiles back, kissing your cheek.

You walked Tom down to the curbside of your building to get picked up and tried to hide your disappointment because you knew he had a valid reason to leave. It just sucked so bad for you that it was after a night you had been looking forward to.

You say your goodbye to Tom as he gets in his uber and walk back up to your complex, finding it funny how you were in your worn out bunny slippers with your costume of tonight.

When you walked up the steps and past Peter’s apartment to yours, you were reminded of all the memories of your routine that you abided by because it was an excuse to see him regularly, regardless of what he considered you. You sighed before going back to your apartment to get your phone, staring at the contact card on the screen. You thought back to all the time you’ve spent with Tom in the last two months, fondly, but remembered all the times you had wished it was Peter instead. You missed him more than you realized and tonight brought all those emotions back.

After Peter put Ben to bed, he sighed thinking about your costume again. He laid down on his bed wondering if he should text you but knew it was pointless as Tom was gonna spend the night.

Or so he thought.

He was just about to shower before he heard his phone ding and turned over to see it was you.

now: i saw u

now: the way u were looking at me earlier

now: tom left

now: can i come over

Peter ran his hands through his hair not believing what was happening right now. Morally, he knew this was fucked up, but when it came to you so far? He hadn’t been following the rules.

Before he could think rationally and the more he thought about your costume being still intact and untouched (for the most part) from your boyfriend, he texted back.

now: Christ y/n

now: Yes.

now: Come over.

Not even a minute passed before he heard that familiar knock, not too loud so that you wouldn’t cause Ben to stir awake.

Peter opened the door and tried to hide his relief and excitement of how you had finally been the one to reach out to him.

The door in front of you opened to reveal Peter, still wearing his costume while you were in yours.

“He couldn’t handle you could he?” He smirked, walking backwards to lead you into his apartment before shutting the door behind you.

“Shut up Peter,” you rolled your eyes before wrapping your arms around his shoulder to kiss him. Your back was against the door, leaning your hips towards Peter feeling his forming erection through the spandex material. Peter knew where this was going so he returned the gesture by groping your ass and wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Isn’t he your boyfriend now?” He stopped before continuing any further. You scanned his face for any hint of condescension or humor but found none, this stone face staring back at you.

You nodded, slowly to make him understand that this was your decision and not an act of drunkenness, as you’ve mostly sobered up by now. It made you feel guilty but you couldn’t express just how much you needed him right now, at least not verbally and not to him.

“Peter, I want you, right here and right now.” You say, making sure your voice remained steady in the confidence of your words as you stared into his eyes. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck affectionately as you watched him scan you for any hint of reluctance.

After finding none, he kissed you back, gently, cupping your face before you kissed him back hungrily and deepening his action.

He broke the kiss to say one word. “Jump,” He commanded. You listened, jumping into his hands so that he could lead you to the bedroom. He cupped your ass to carry you, but that didn’t stop him from kneading the flesh which made you squirm under his touch already.

He laid you on your back, missing the way you looked underneath him.

“I liked the tail.” He said as you looked up at him expectedly. His comment caused you to giggle before turning over on your stomach to tease him by wiggling your hips above the mattress.

“Prove it Spidey.” You sigh out, knowing you were driving him insane by not only doing this. His pants tightened at the fact that you were going to fuck him in his actual suit, not even knowing about his alter ego. All Peter wanted to do after a month of not even seeing you was get his hands on you and inside you.

“Baby girl I’m gonna do a lot more than prove it,” He growled low in your ear as he lined up his hips to yours. He landed a loud smack on your ass causing you to moan out, still accustomed to his force.

“You know,” You turn back your face to meet his, “I’ve always thought Spider-Man was kinda cute.” You start, attempting to tease him as you watch his stare harden.

“And now I get him all to myself tonight.” You bite your bottom lip at the way Peter almost moaned out at your comment accompanied by the way you grinded on his cock.

You gasp at the sudden draft of your core, realizing that Peter had ripped your pantyhose and moved the crotch of your suit and thong to the side for access.

“Peter,” you hiss out at his sudden aggression.

“Bunny,” He moaned out, rubbing his fingers at your slick, causing you to shake at his expert movements.

“Turn around, I wanna see you squirm when I eat you out.” He commanded to which you obliged.

You widen the entrance of your legs and sit up on your elbows, watching him place your legs over his shoulders. He chuckled, removing the slippers off your feet and looked at you once again.

“I wish you kept on the heels.” He stated, throwing you a mock pout.

“And I wish you didn’t rip my tights.” You pouted back, causing him to chuckle lowly.

“They were in the way.” He smirked at you, causing your stomach to backflip.

You feel the fabric of his suit underneath him, sitting right beneath the back of your knees as your legs hang off his back. You clench your thighs around his head and his groans out, being intoxicated with the heat in between your legs.

He watched you intently as you had your mouth parted slightly, watching his every move like it was still new to you.

He took briefly your nub in between his teeth, making you choke at the sensation, before rolling it on his tongue. Then, Peter flattened his tongue against your pussy, making you arch your back at the cool swipe he had just licked off of you.

“Peter, please stop teasing me,” You whine out. He looked back up at you smirking, before pressing his lips to yours and getting back to work on making you orgasm. He settled his hand right on your pelvic area while we went to work on pussy, thrusting in two fingers at a time while sucking on your clitoris.

You moaned out, struggling to contain it as he picked up his pace before you heard and felt him detach from you.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He said when he locked eyes with you. He watched you writhe under his touch as he added a third finger. You bucked up your hips moaning out his name in ecstasy, missing the way they filled you up. He curled them inside of you and trusted harder, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

You clenched around him, feeling the tension forming in your lower stomach unable to hold your orgasm any longer.

“Peter,” you stutter out, struggling to get him to slow down. “Please, I’m gonna cum,” You cry, twisting the sheets underneath your hand before reaching out for his hair, running your fingers through his hair.

He moaned at the way you pulled his head forward. Shaking his head in between your thighs, Peter held them tighter around his head and shook his head side to side continuing to lap you up like you were his last meal. The bass in his voice caused vibrations to go wave through your whole body, making you grind against his mouth rougher.

You felt that tension in your stomach disappear, clenching around his fingers panting out before you could catch your breath. Peter slowed down his movements, eating the remaining cum you had just released before getting off his knees to face you again.

He quickly removed his suit, eager to have you in his presence again. You watched him still coming down from your high and sat up to unzip yourself. He watched you confused, and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Taking off my costume.” You answered, raising your eyebrows at him.

“No you’re not.” He shook his head, chuckling at your confidence in your answer. He stood up, naked making your mouth go dry at his body.

He sauntered back to the bed, caressing your body in the costume, smirking when he ran his hands down your ass and thigh when he felt the tail once again.

“You look so cute in this bunny, I don’t wanna see this go to waste.” He hovered above you with his hands on either side of your face planted in the bed.

He raised his hand to your lips, asking for entrance. You opened your mouth as he put his index and middle finger on your tongue, wrapping your tongue around him and holding his palm to place them deeper in your mouth, You swirl your tongue around him meeting his eyes as he looks at you mesmerized.

Peter parted his lips in amazement watching you deepthroat his fingers, coated in you.

“You’re fucking incredible baby,” He sighed out before you released his fingers with a pop.

You bring him in for a kiss as he holds onto the back of your knee bringing it closer to your stomach. When he moved to your neck, he repeated the action on your other leg.

“Do you still want this?” He asks again for reassurance. This time you’re not sure if he’s asking just you.

“Do you want this?” You ask him, placing emphasis on you. You make him face you as he brings your knees to his shoulders to line up his cock at his entrance.

“Of course.” Peter answered back genuinely. He said it in that soft voice he reserved for you when you two spend quality time together, the one that made you melt when you remembered you couldn’t have him the way you wanted to.

“I missed you.” You answered back just as low, meeting his forehead and nose with yours.

“I missed you too.” He said, shortly before thrusting into you. You clenched around him at the new sensation, feeling yourself stretch out.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunted as he leaned down to engulf you into a kiss. You can hear the wetness of yourself as he continues to thrust back in, fighting back whimpers due to how you weren’t used to his size.

“So tight for me baby, you’re all for me.” He sobbed out as your body rocked back and forth from his force. The sounds of the back of your thighs hitting his hips filled the room as you whined out his name, strewn together with other obscenities of begging him to fuck you like he meant it.

He obliged, causing your breasts to fall out of your top. He watched as your tits rocked back and forth with you below his body, face contorting with pleasure as if this was the first time again.

Peter looked at the place where your bodies met, looking at how you clenched around him like you never wanted to let him go and the moisture from his pre cum and your previous orgasm collecting around his cock. He moaned at the sight, vision getting hazy from how you look under him, how you sounded and how you felt.

“Love the way you cream around my cock, God I missed you so fucking much.” He stammered, voice sounding guttural and desperate for you. He thrusted at a faster pace, removing his hands from your legs and going back to the previous position of his hands planted beside your face.

It caused your body to fold underneath him as your legs were still wrapped around his shoulders, giving him easy access to hit your G-spot on repeat.

You could barely speak, overstimulated by his constant praises and the way he moved your body however he wanted to. All you could get out coherently was his name, on repeat. You sounded drunk off his cock, and he loved it.

“Peter,” You mewled out.

“The way you say my name is unforgettable, baby” He started, slamming into you at a rate you knew would leave you sore. Your body tensed up at the way he held you down, loving the way he knew how to work you the way he wanted to.

“Tell me what you want, tell me what you want and it’s yours.” He continued, knowing you were close by the way you pulsated around him.

“Cum inside me please. I’m so close.” You choke out. He nods, throwing his head forward in relief as he slows down his thrusts, before you feel him twitch after you clenched once more.

Your heavy breathing filled the air as he collapsed, laying his sweaty body next to yours. His hair stuck on his forehead from the sweat. He raised himself on his elbow and brought his fingers back to your center. You felt his cum trickle down your thigh before he swiped his fingers and brought them to your lips again.

“Open,” He commanded. You listened, repeating your earlier action to deepthroat his fingers as he hummed back in content.

You sit back up to unzip your costume again, believing Peter was satisfied but being mistaken. He stopped your fingers by wrapping his hands around yours.

“I haven’t even wrecked this costume yet, what makes you think we’re done?” He chuckled, causing the crinkles by his eyes to return.

You roll your eyes in response. “Are you ever satisfied, Parker?” You exasperate, admitting defeat by allowing his hands to engulf yours.

He shrugged, “I will be after I see you hop.”

A/N: LMFAOOO please let me know if yall think a part 3 and 4 are even worth it after reading this bc im very self conscious of it! 😭 also you can interpret tom as an OC or tom holland i just figured it would be impossible to imagine his peter as a DILF so it was easy to just insert him as the bf... anyway i hope yall like it i've literally been working on this since i posted daddy issues jshdnsjnd

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