I’m sorry Mary he came out a bit angry…and angular

Pairing: tall! & sub! Reader x dom! OT7 BTS

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 2.3k  

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Dynamics; accidental overhearing of a phone call, Mentions of Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Mentions of Sex Toys & Masturbation; slightly mentioned Double Penetration; mentions of Anal play; Praising; Petnames; some Degradation; Daddy-Kink; Teasing; slight Edging; the boys are teasing the poor reader to Death

A/N: Well- that was a quick writing. Instead of studying I decided to write this funny request and to use my procrastination in a better way than scrolling stressed through TikTok. I hope y’all like it!!

Status: unedited bc I am lazy and should study. 

Request: i want to request a drabble/one shot: sub taller male reader and his seven boyfriends in which he confidently talks naughty things with his friend on phone but when he realized his bf are watching, he became crazily shy because he is just a big cute boy, then his bf decided they want to test those ‘words’ he has said, poor boy =))

Requested by: anonymous 

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After too many and super busy weeks full of work, you’ve finally managed to find a free afternoon in your schedule where your best friend and you have enough time for a nice, long telephone call on the couch. You are already over one and a half hour on the phone, exchanging the newest stuff that happened in your life with each other and joking around. Slowly your conversation turns their focus to your more private life and your bestie asks you about your polyamorous relationship with your boyfriends. At first just normal things like, how’s it going in general, how you all manage the relationship with all the different time schedules, how often it comes to fights and how you deal with that etc. Just normal stuff and  the ‘typical’ questions you’re already used to, when people realize that you’re not in a monogamous relationship. 

Your best friend and you grew up together. You met each other in elementary school, went through the curses of puberty as an inseparable team and even survived middle and high school thanks to the other one. Already in your teens, where both of you made your first experiences and got into your first relationships, your best friend had a guess that you’re not as straight as you want him to believe. No, they even assumed that you’re maybe not made for the typical monogamous relationship which the society preach every fucking day. 

Well, turns out that your best friend really knew you better than you did yourself back then but honestly, nowadays you’re thankful for their suggestions and that they gave you the save space you needed to dare to make new experiences in those directions. 

Nevertheless, they were still more than surprised when you introduced him to not only two or three boyfriends, no that you brought seven (!) other men to their birthday party two years ago. At first they were a little worried if you didn’t overload yourself with such a complex relationship dynamic and that it’ll turn out as a serious burden and not an enrichment for your life. Turns out, now it was their turn to make a false assumption about what’s the best for you and theu were more than happy to admit that everything turned out just fine. It truly makes their heart swell to hear the happiness in your voice through the phone everything you mention something about the boys. 

Quickly your phone call turn into an even more private talk and dedicate itself to the really interesting stuff. You’re sharing every detail in your life with another, so why should it stop when it comes to sex talk? You have absolutely no problem and any shame to talk freely with your best friend about your kinks and dirty thoughts. Sometimes you even think that you’re better informed about each other’s preferences better than your actual partner(s) are. 

“I think, I already told you that idea more than once... that I have a thing for exhibitionism and the thought of getting catched doing something ‘forbitten’ or ‘dirty’, right? Uhm... TMI but I don’t give a shit, whenever I am alone at home because they’re busy and we can’t meet for some days... I mastubate with some of the toys they’ve bought for me and imagine that they catch me. You know, when we have sessions with Dom and Sub Dynamics, they’re only temporarily and usually we go back to normal in the moment when the scene is over... that means, when I am alone and horny, I can do whatever I want to. I can jack off or fuck myself as much I desire and they wouldn’t say anything about it. It’s not like, I don’t appreciate my personal freedom when it comes to masturbation or that I want something completely different, no! We both already talked about that too, I don’t like the idea of Total Power Exchange, I prefer to be an independent person as soon as I walk out of the bedroom- okay, not only bedroom, we have sex in other places than the bedroom too- ANYWAY, what I wanted to say with that: ...”, you mutter and take a deep breath into your lungs. 

After holding such a long monologue your mouth dried up terribly and now you need quickly something to drink. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen island to pour some soda into a glass. A satisfied hum leaves your throat after you took some gulps of your favourite sparkling sugar bomb. 

The whole time, where you moved around in the eat-in kitchen of the apartment, you are not that alone anymore as you thought you’d be, especially right in this moment. Namjoon, Hoseok and a boyish smirking Jimin joined you around ten minutes ago, leaning casually against the wall next to the door of the room and listen very interested to the conversation you have with your friend right now. They didn’t mean to overhear your private talk, they just wanted to know what kind of take-out food you’d prefer for tonight. 

Unfortunately your conversation turned out to be very, very interesting for them, so they decided to give you some more time to talk with your best friend about the sexual fantasies you have which they don’t know about... well, until now.

Hoseok texted the other boys in the group chat to join them in the living room as well, they need to hear those very important information too! 

Poor you, completely oblivious and naïve to what’s happening in this moment, not getting any kind of hint that not only your best friend would get those significant informations...

“...-what I actually wanted to say with that: I prefer to be independent in relation to all other non-sexual life-responsibilities. Well, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t increase the Erotic Power Exchange, right? To be very honest, I can’t get the fantasy of them taking my sextoys away and to forbid me to touch myself without their permission out of my head. I love to be their good boy and to get praises, I really do... but there is this thrill to be break the instructed rules, getting caught while doing it and getting punished for it. I want... I want to get called bad, filthy and dirty names, I want to be a disobedient, greedy and insatiable slut for them. I want to get spanked, edged and overstimulated, I want to get fucked into the mattress so bad, up to the point where I can’t get a single clear thought together and my brain turned to mush... I want to get used, ruined and wrecked by their cocks, getting my holes stuffed full with their cum and then plugged up, so nothing can run out anymore- God fuck, I should stop talking like that or I’ll get a serious problem! Well... sorry for so much detailed TMI, you know that this shit always happens when you tell me to stop overthinking and encourage me to spill everything that comes to my mind. Now you got every filthy detail you’ve asked for, you’re welcome.”, you joke sarcastically and facepalm yourself. You can’t believe how incredibly blunt and shameless you just threw your latest sex fantasy in every fucking detail at your poor best friend. 

Usually you’re more than shy to talk about such things, in your understanding the magic for your shameless mouth towards your best friend has to reside in the deep thrust you have in him and simply the knowledge that your relationship is platonic. It’s not like that you couldn’t trust your boyfriends wholeheartedly, god no! You know, that they would never kinkshame you for anything, 

it’s just... after sharing those thoughts it would result something out of it. You don’t want that they  think you’re a weirdo or that they only do specific things because they know it would turn you on. 

The other one just snorts in amusement when you voice this slight helpless apology, they can imagine the significant blush which has settled down on your cheeks. 

“Hey buddy, don’t apologize for that. There is nothing to apologizing for, I am way too curious for my own good as well and I need to make sure that you’re happy in your relationship, especially when it comes to the point if they are able to fulfill your sexual desires. I need to know that, believe me. Okay, there’s one thing... I knew you were submissive, my dude. But I didn’t expect that you’d be such a masochistic hoe and that you’d have such a thing for degradation, Jesus! Nevermind, more important: did you talked with them about that fantasy? Would they be down for this idea and would they like to be more in charge? Please do not tell me that you’re too shy to talk with them about it, not again! I tell you this every goddamn time, communication is key!”, your best friend says to you in a serious tone. 

Here you go again, getting scolded by your friend all over again. He is right, you know that... y’all already talked about ‘how to deal with certain kinks some of them or you have but the others aren’t into and how to not make them feel bad or insecure about it’ several times, you tend to overthink everything you have ever said to them all over again. You are always so flustered when seven pairs of eyes are looking at you, waiting for an answer. You are tall, even taller than Namjoon, but under their curious stares you feel always so small, fiddling with your fingers around like a little schoolboy. You love that about them, putting you into such a submissive place just with their aura and charisma and giving you the feeling as if they overtower you physically too. 

“I can absolutely agree with Y/BF/N, communication is key. Why didn’t you told us those nasty fantasies you have in your cute head up here, right away? Too shy again? Do we really need to call your best friend the next time to get some hints to your secret kinks, Babyboy?”, Taehyung rasps into your earshell and wraps his arms around you. He chuckles slightly as you squeak high-pitched in surprise. 

An equal surprised yelp of your best friend comes out of the speaker of your phone which takes Yoongi out of your hand and excuse you with the apology that ‘they need to have an important talk with you now and that you have to hang up unfortunately’. 

The display of your phone turns dark and Yoongi puts it on the surface of the kitchen island before he flashes you a dirty smile. That you’re mortified that they caught you spilling all those filthy fantasies to your best friend is the understatement of the century. Never and you mean never did you hoped so bad that the floor opens up and swallows you whole, saving you from this embarrassing misery. But Yoongi give you much time to drown in shame, coming up to you and connect your lips to a rough kiss. 

“God, I love it when our so sweet and shy Baby has such nasty and indecent fantasies in his head... why don’t you tell us these ideas in every single filthy detail once again? I think we could turn the information into some very good use, big boy~”, whispers the smaller one with blown-out eyes against your lips.

“...or would you prefer that we call you a needy cumslut, hm? The things I’ve heard give me the assumption that you want to get fucked stupid and pumped full with cum as if you are our personal playtoy?”, growls Jungkook and grabs himself a handful of your right asscheek, kneading it with a firm grip in his big palm. 

“Come on, big boy, admit that you want exactly the things Jungkook just said... I can feel how fucking hard you just got from his words... already so hard and swollen against my palm even though we barely touched you. You’re truly such a pathetic, needy slut... I bet you’d already cum in your pants if we just tease you enough... Am I right?”, chuckles Namjoon in his deep, arousal soaked timbre against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot of your Adam’s apple. 

“...what about we change our location to the bedroom and talk about the things you’ve said to Y/BF/N? Maybe we could try some of your newest kinks out? Would you like the thought of us watching you from the couch while you prepare your needy asshole for us? Showing us how you stuff you clenching rim with a girthy dildo? Wearing a cockring so you couldn’t cum without our permission? Prepping yourself all messy, whining for our finger, tongues and dicks in your ass like the greedy slut you are? Yeah, you’d love that thought.”, Seokjin teases you mercilessly, rolling your sensitive balls in his palm, just how you like it.  “Y-Yes, Daddies... I’d love to be a greedy cumslut for you... please turn me into one!”, you wisper. 

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It’s Because I Love you

Summary: Soobin dug himself into a hole and needed his bestfriend to help him out

Genre: Fluff, Friends-to-lovers, Slow-burn(ish)

Word count: ~10k (oops sry)

💕 Requested 

A/n: to the anon that requested this. I’m so sorry this took me forever... haha~ I hope you liked it! And writing this actually reminded how much i like writing these. Do you guys prefer these kind of longer fics or the shorter reaction type fics?

Warnings: Some swearing

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      “Y/n i fucked up.”

      Was first line that came out of soobin’s mouth when you opened the door. It wasn’t unusual for soobin to randomly show up at your place. But you really weren’t expecting his presence today, since you knew he would be busy packing to head home for the week break. You were about to greet him but before you could say anything, he beat you to it, his sentence laced with regret and panic.        “What did you do this time?” You answered, “aren’t you supposed to be packing?”        “I- excuse you what do you mean ‘this time’?” He mocked. “Okay, whatever, we’ll get back to that and yeah, i am, but I fucked up real bad,” he repeated.        “Huh?” You took a step back so soobin could enter. “Are you alright? What happened?”       “So you know how all my cousins and sibling are in a relationship right?” Soobin continued, making his way to your couch to sit down. Resting his head back against the cushions as he groaned.       “Yeah, what about it?” Tilting your head as the conversation got more confusing by the second. You closed the door behind you before joining him.        “Well... my brother just called me and may have been bothering me about being the only one that isn’t in a relationship...” he trailed off, “and erm, i may have said i... had a girlfriend. And now my family wants met her.”        You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his confession, “you did what? You really dug yourself into a hole this time.”        Soobin was the youngest of his family. He was always the one that chose to focus more on his grades than actually making friends. Sure, he went to parties and drank every now and then, but other than that, he rarely did anything short of the ‘perfect son’. But despite all his efforts, there was always one thing his sibling could tease him about, and that was the fact that he was 21 and has never been in a relationship. Soobin always tried to not let this bother him, but i guess today, he just snapped.        “I really did,” he sighed. “That’s why i need your help.”        “How can i possibly help you out of this, soobin?” you ridiculed, glaring at him. “You do know that you’re one of my only friends, right? Meaning, I won’t be able to find anyone to play girlfriend with you.”         “Um, actually about that... i kind of told my family that my girlfriend goes to the same school as me and studies the same major as me. I also kind of told them that she has y/e/c eyes and y/h/c hair.” He sat up, looking for a reaction from you. Instead, all he saw was your blank expression, staring back at him. “Yeah so, if you hadn’t caught on yet, i might have, sort of, just described you to my family.”         Your eyes widened at his statement, you weren’t sure what to reply. You met soobin all the way back in high school, and you’ve stayed friends ever since — 5 years, 11 months, 23 days, to be exact. Not that you were keeping count or anything. You remember the first day you approached the shy boy, the new transfer student sitting at the back alone. He was the first friend you made there. And to makes things worse, you’ve had a crush on him, but you knew better than to confess and possibly ruin the friendship.         You’ve suppressed all your feeling since then. Maybe. Probably. Okay, no. But you’ve tried. And all this talk of ‘pretend girlfriend’ did nothing but make your heart start racing again.        “Why on earth would you do that!”        “I dont know! You were the first person that came to mind! So are you okay with doing me the favour of playing the role of my girlfriend?” Soobin said with a slight pout and puppy dog eyes. A move he knew you could never refuse, “You’re free this break, right?”        His sudden confession was like a blow to your heart. The first person that came to his mind... but it’s probably just because he didnt have many female friends, right?        “Erm...” you paused. The more you thought about his proposition, the more you found yourself weighing the consequences.        “Come on y/n. Please? We already get engaged every other week at clubs for free drinks. This won’t be that much different.”        “Would your family believe it? I mean, it’s me.”        “Sure they will. And it’ll be easy to fake it since you already know me.”        You paused for another second before replying. “Hm, right. Fine. But you owe me. Do i have to bring anything?” You were helping out a friend.         A friend. Nothing more, nothing less.        “Nope, just bring enough clothes. You don’t need anything too fancy,” he stood up, leaning down to give you a quick hug. As he walked towards the door, he looked over his shoulder before leaving your apartment. “Thanks for doing this, i really owe you. I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow after our classes, alright? See you then.”

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        After an hour, three outfit changes and completely unpacking and repacking your luggage twice, you were finally satisfied and ready to go. It was only a weeks worth of clothes in a small luggage, yet, you still found a way to overthink it. In the end, you had settled for a simple tee with jeans and a coat to keep you warm for the ride.         Already, you were beginning to regret your decision of going along with this whole ‘fake girlfriend’ act. It had nothing to do with soobin or his family. They were absolutely wonderful, his parents were kind, his siblings were fun and sweet and his baby nephew was, well, a baby. The only problem was what if your heart liked the idea of being his ‘girlfriend’ just a little bit too much?         You had met his siblings and parents a handful of times when they visited him at his apartment. They’ve always been nothing but nice to you, and now, you were going to have to lie to them. The more you thought about it, the more your mind was playing angel and devil with you. On one hand, you didn’t want to spend the weekend being dishonest and possibly screwing up the image soobin’s family had of you. But on the other, you wanted to be selfish and be able to call soobin yours, even if it were just for a few days.         You sighed quietly, sitting in your living room waiting for soobin to pick you up like he said he would. The entire day you had been unable to focus in your classes, whatever your lectures said just going right through your head. At this time on fridays, you would normally have found soobin dressed in any lounge wear he had, crashing at your place to watch whatever movie he found that week. But now, you were going to find him dressed up, ready to bring you to meet his parents. The relationship sure escalated quickly. Just as your mind started drifting further, your doorbell rang.        “U ready?” Soobin’s signature eye smile greeted you, his front bunny teeth exposed. You’ve always noticed how soobin’s appearance resembled that of a bunny, but no matter how many times you tried to tell him, he didn’t want to believe it.        “As ready as ill ever be,” you returned the smile, grabbing your luggage and locking your front door.        Well, this was it, no turning back now. Helping you with your things, soobin lead you to his car and started the journey. It was only about a 3 hour drive and a car ride proved to be a great distraction. You hadn’t been to soobins hometown before, so being able to look out the window and see the scenery was no doubt better than sneaking glances at soobin in the drivers seat. You just knew that if you saw soobin, with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other propped on the arm rest, you might have gone into cardiac arrest.        The ride was quiet for the most part, that was until soobin pulled up at a red light. “I made a playlist,” soobin flipped his phone around to show you and connect it to his car. “It’s like, if you were my real girlfriend, this would be the playlist i would share with you.”        You couldn’t help but smile when you realised how sweet soobin would be in an actual relationship. His future girlfriend is really lucky. But you had to control yourself, reminding yourself that it’s all just pretend for the week.        “I’m sure its great. You have great taste in music,” you faked a laugh. “Um... so... soobin? How exactly are we supposed to fake this? I mean, what we supposed to do? What will your family do?”        “Oh...” he started, his eyes focusing back on the road, the lights turning green again. “To be honest, i haven’t actually thought about that part yet.” Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought. “Mmm, when my brother first brought his girlfriend home, my family teased him a lot, just to make fun of him and get her reaction. But they already did that with you whenever they visited me so... I’m not sure what they’ll do, honestly.”        “Oh...” That was completely unhelpful. Pulling your knees to your chest, you continued staring blankly out the window.        “Hey, don’t worry too much okay? We’ll just wing it like we do everything else. And that’s worked out for us so far, right?” Soobin chuckled, trying to comfort you. “As for what we need to do. I guess it’ll just be all that couple stuff like holding hands and hugging. And you’re already such a cuddly person, that shouldn’t be a problem for you. We got this, alright? And I’ll be with you the entire time.”        You nod a response, “yeah, we got this.”        On the outside, you tried to seem cool and composed. On the inside however, you were a mess. Sure, you and soobin already had your fair share of cuddles when he showed up for a movie night at your place. And on the days he was too lazy to go back to his dorm, you would find him whining and groaning for you to make him breakfast the next day. But now you were expected to act that way in front of his family? That was a whole new level of stress you didn’t think about when you agreed to this.         After a while more of driving, it was a little over 10pm when soobin finally pulled up alongside the curd in front of his house. The remainder of the car ride had been relatively silent, except for the playlist that soobin had made for you, and the occasional mindless singing you would start that turned into a carpool karaoke. Getting off, soobin unloaded his and your luggage and lead you to the front door.        Probably noticing your nervous state, soobin grabbed your shaking hands. “I’m right here alright?” He smiled, “it’s show time.”        With that, he rang the doorbell. And not 15 seconds later, soobin’s sister answered the door.        “Soobin!” She greeted, pulling him into a hug, “we’ve been waiting for you and- oh! Y/n! I knew it. Same major, y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair. If it wasn’t you, i was about to kick his ass.”        “Hah, yeah, surprise?” You said, the last part sounding more like a question than a sentence.        “Aish, this boy. The previous night on the call, he just told us he’ll be bringing his girlfriend home, gave us a description but never told us who. Left us all to wonder who she was and well,” she chuckled, putting an arm around soobin’s shoulders, “if she even existed. I’m glad it’s you, the first time we met you, i already knew you two would end up together.”        “Wait, so you all took guesses on who it was?” Soobin chimed in, shooting a glare at his sister.        “Well, yea! All of us pretty much guessed y/n. Except for mom though, she’s kept quiet about it. But i guess it was just because she didn’t want to get her hopes up.”        Looking at soobins annoyed expression, you laughed. Shrugging of his sisters arm, soobin grabbed both your luggage, pushing past his sister and pulled them into the house. “Alright, alright, just let us in already, its freezing out here.”        “It’s nice to see you again y/n,” his sister said as she held the door open for you.        “Likewise.” You smiled before stepping in.        You’d never been to soobin’s house before. Sure, you’ve seen bits and pieces of it when the two of your FaceTimed over the holidays, but never in person. In the hallway where you stood, were the stairs that you presumed lead to the bedrooms. Sporadically placed were a few house plants that looked as if they had been watered quite recently.  The walls were littered with family photos, and most noticeably, soobin’s baby pictures. You smiled looking at them, taking a mental image of the cute, little baby this giant once was.        Closing the door behind you, soobins sister spoke, “you guys wait here. I think mom and dad are in the living room. I’ll go get them.”        As you saw her silhouette disappear towards one of the entries, you felt the nerves building up again, “soobin...” you tilted you head up to look at him, your face portraying nothing but worry.        “Don’t worry okay?” Taking your hand in his, gently squeezing for reassurance.“ Just follow my lead and pretend you’re in love with me. Which should be easy since I’m your favourite person,” he joked, in attempts to lighten your mood.        ‘Pretend to be in love with him’. Okay, shouldn’t be too hard, considering the fact that you actually were in love with him and spent years pretending not to be. “Yea, alright.”        Letting go of your hand, soobin walked forward to hug his parents when he saw them approaching.        “Soobin, we were starting to wonder how long more you would take,” his mom said. “How are you? How’s everything at school?”         “Everything’s fine,” he replied. Turning to you, he held out his hand for you to take. “Mom, dad, you know y/n.”        Accepting his hand, you stepped forward to greet his parents. Just hoping that your nervous trembling wasn’t too obvious to the naked eye.        “Ah of course! How could we ever forget,” his mom smiled.        “We always knew the two of you would end up together eventually. He’s always been so obvious about you,” his dad added, causing blood to rush to your cheeks, and soobin to immediately retaliate.        “Dad! Stop it. No i have not!” You looked around at him just in time to see him cross his arms and roll his eyes, cheeks pink and eyes shining. He met your eyes and looked away, but the grin on his face never faltered.        Hitting her husbands arm, soobins mom scolded, “aish, stop teasing them, they just got here. Speaking of which, have you two eaten?”        “No we havent, actually. We came right after school,” soobin answered.        “In that case, you can take yours and y/n stuff up to your room and get settled in. I’ll order some food for you. Pizza sound okay?” his mom spun soobin around, pushing him back to where your luggage laid.        “His room?” You thought out loud. Of course they were expecting you to share a room with soobin. What else could you have possibly thought.        “Of course his room,” his mom answered, “you have known each other for such a long time. And i have no doubts there are days that soobin stayed over at your apartment instead of his dorm anyway. There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the couch.”        With that, you and soobin grabbed your things and headed up to his room. Sure, the nights soobin stayed over you have shared a bed before. But this time, it just felt different. Even though everything was still purely platonic, the element of you being in his home, pretending to be his girlfriend, was still no doubt intimidating.        “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Soobin asked rhetorically, snapping you out of your thoughts. He laughed, clearly taking the whole situation a lot lighter than you were.        Opening the door to his room, it was exactly how you pictured it when he called you. You stood at the doorway, it seemed so familiar, yet unknown at the same time. His bed in the corner of the room with a few pillows and plushies, at the other end, his desk and wardrobe filled with clothes he left behind. His walls were mainly bare, except for one that had a few old polaroids hanging loosing from the ceiling. It felt weird being there.        “Well, don’t just stand there,” soobin grabbed your luggage from you, pulling you in to the room so he could close the door behind you and crashing down on his bed. “First, let me give you the official welcome to mi casa. My family is a lot, but you already knew that. Make yourself at home.”        “Honestly, i cant believe they bought it so easily,” you let out, taking a seat next to him.        “Told you they would. My family probably loves you more than they love me.”        You laughed halfheartedly, still feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing.        “We should clean up before we head back to the wolves den for dinner. The bathroom is right down the hall to the right. You can go first, ill clear a drawer for you,” he offered.          You nod, gathering your things for the night.        This is all just pretend.

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       The shower definitely helped calm you down a bit. You loved the warmth of the water against your skin.        “It’s just for a week. Dont get used to it,” you muttered to yourself.        Getting out, you quickly dressed yourself in a tshirt and some shorts. The normal attire you wore to sleep, anything else was always just uncomfortable for you.          “You’re turn,” you announced when you entered soobins room again.        “That was quick. Here, take one of my sweaters.”        “What for?” You shot him a look, raising brow. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t stole his hoodies before, it was just the fact that he was offering it this time.       “You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, aren’t you? Girlfriends always take their boyfriend’s clothes.”        Fishing a plain, red sweater out from his wardrobe, he threw it in your direction, hitting you directly in the face and causing you to yelp a little. “Besides, you already take all my hoodies. This is no different,” he continued, eyeing you as you pulled it over your head.        As usual, soobin’s clothes were huge on you. And this sweater was no doubt oversized, even for him. “How do i look?”        You looked to him when you didn’t get a reply. But this only caused him to turn away from you quickly, mumbling something to himself before answering, “it’s my clothes, it’ll look great on everyone.”        Scrambling to gather his things, he left for his shower. You could have swore you saw him blushing when he was looking at you. But you brushed it off as your overactive imagination. You decided to swiftly blow dry your hair before laying on his bed, scrolling through your phone while waiting for him. You were hungry, practically starving, but there was no way in hell you were going to face his family again on your own. With your new status, god knows what they would do or say.        A mere 15 minutes go by before you hear the door open again. Revealing a damp haired soobin, dressed in a white tee and sweatpants. A simple look you have seen many times over the years, but one that still made your head and thoughts hazy.        “Ready to go down?” He spoke, smirking at you, almost knowingly, “I’m starving.”        “Ye- yeah,” gathering your thoughts, bringing yourself back to reality.

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       Dinner with the family wasnt all that bad. Sure, there was the occasional teasing and questions. But that was to be expected. Any parent would have been curious, right?        You let soobin take the lead on most of those. You didn’t want your cover to get blown by having any clashing answers. Once in a while you would feel soobin grab your hand under the table when he needed your help, but for the most part, they were the basic questions like “since when?” Or “who confessed first?”. The usual relationship stuff, nothing too hard. And it was a lot easier with the fact that it was you and soobin, the two friends that have mastered the art of bullshitting your way out of situations.         At the end of the day, the awkwardness ended soon after it started. With it being past midnight, Soobin’s family had long gone to bed, leaving you two alone in the dimly lit kitchen to finish up your dinner, which had quickly became supper.        “So, how was day one of being my girlfriend?” He looked over to you, munching on another piece of pizza. Even in that horrible lighting, he still managed to take your breath away. No one could possibly look good with dull, ugly, yellow kitchen lighting, but somehow, he did. The way the soft light bounced off his skin, partnered with the reflection in his eye that gave that perfect shine to them. You were sure you looked horrid next to him.        “Mmm, it’s alright i guess,” you teased, earning a pout from soobin. “You big baby. I’m just kidding,” nudging him on the shoulder, causing you both the laugh.        You didn’t know why this question surprised you as much as it did. Maybe you wanted to flip the tables, or maybe you just weren’t expecting the answer he gave. “So how was day one of having me as your pretend girlfriend?”        He thought about it for a second before facing you and speaking. “Honestly, it’s been fun. Even though we haven’t done much. But then again, i always knew you would be great girlfriend to someone one day.”        ‘Someone’. If only you could tell him how much you wanted that someone to be him. If only you had the guts to say what’s was on your mind.        “Want to play some music?” Breaking the silence, soobin picked up his phone, quickly scrolling through his playlists before stopping on one he named ‘midnight’. “It’s just some chill songs i found that i thought would be nice to listen to at night.”        The playlist started and the first song to play was ‘what falling in love feels like’.        “Oh, i love this song,” you mindlessly stated between bites.        “Really?” Soobin replied. “I never heard you listen to classical music.”        Your eyes widened slightly when you realised what you said. You didn’t just listen to classical music. You’ve also imagined what it would be like to slow dance to it.        “I never really told anyone... but i always wanted to dance with someone to this song. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit,” you trailed off, the surface of the counter suddenly becoming more interesting. The dead of night had you confessing unspoken words.        There was another second of silence. You could feel soobin’s stare on your face. He was judging you. You were sure of it. Now you were just mentally preparing yourself for a laugh-        “Let’s dance.”        “What?” You weren’t expecting that. You shot your head up, seeing his outstretched hand.        “Let’s dance,” he repeated.        You reached for his hand, but didn’t grab it. You were hesitant. Never would you have thought you’d be slow dancing with your crush — of over 3 years, in the kitchen of his childhood home — at midnight.         He held you hand, helping you to stand before twirling you into his arms. He lead your hands around his neck and his around your waist. You fell in step, letting the rhythm control your movements. Your eyes gazing into his brown, glistening ones, a soft smile on his face. It felt like a dream. Your surroundings and any other disturbances dissolved. It was just you and him. Right here, right now. You stayed like that, dancing. Everything felt just... perfect.        “You know i’d never judge you right?” He said, his eyes watching your expressions closely. “I know that’s what you were thinking earlier.”        You looked away, unable to find the right words. Soobin always had a way to read you so easily. Every once in a while he would remind you how expressive your face was. And you were certain a blush had crept to your cheeks when you heard soobin chuckle.        “You silly girl. You can tell me anything. You know that. After all, you are my best friend.”        “Right... best friend,” you offered a small smile to mask the resignation in your words.         And just like that, the song ended. Soobin let go your waist. Leaving nothing the ghostly feeling of where his hands once were and the sensation of having his body so close to yours.        “It’s nearly 1am. We should go to bed soon,” he nodded towards the clock on the stove. “You can head up first. I’ll clean up here and join you in a bit.”        You nodded. Once you were back in his room, you crashed on his bed. Regret and agony the only things left for you to feel.        Why did you agree to this. You knew it would be hard. But not this hard.        You rolled over to your side of the bed. And true to his word, soobin entered shortly after. Climbing under the covers with you, poking your side when you paid no attention to him.        You jumped, immediately facing him. “What was that for!?”        “Nothing,” he laughed. “It’s just fun to do that to you. I have a fun day planned tomorrow, so get up early. Good night y/n.”        “Good night, asshole.” You scoffed.

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       The next morning you woke up to a post-it on your head. You tore it off and looked around the room but soobin was nowhere to be seen. You groaned, sitting up to stretch and read the note.        ‘Wake up sleepyhead. Come to the kitchen for breakfast.’        Oh, how you wished the entire night before had been a dream. But alas, it wasn’t. Pulling yourself out of bed, you cleaned yourself up and descend the stairs. The smell of fresh pancakes engulfing the entire house.        “Good morning y/n,” soobin’s dad greeted you when you entered the kitchen. “Grab a seat. Breakfast is almost done.”        “Your dad cooks?” You whispered as you pulled out the stool next to soobin.        “Mainly breakfast. But yes,” he whispered back.        Soobin’s dad placed a plate in front of each of you. 3 pancakes a piece, and more to come. “Butter or maple syrup?”        “Both,” soobin smugly answered.        “And you y/n?”        “Ill have both as well, thanks,” you smiled before facing soobin. “Where’s your mom and sister?”        “My mom went to the store. And my sister doesn’t get up till later.” Soobin grabbed the syrup his father had just put on the table and poured a generous amount. His attention was fully on his food.        You couldn’t help but grin at his childlike manner. He always loved breakfast. Or any dish that can be both sweet and savoury actually. You both enjoyed your breakfast, watching soobin’s father flip pancakes, cheering when it landed, and messing around while cooking as your morning source of entertainment.        “The pancakes are really good, mr choi,” you complimented.        “Why, thank you y/n. You always have been such well mannered,” he said. “Hopefully some of that will rub off on my son soon.”        “Hey! I am well mannered,” soobin retorted.        “Oh, really now,” you taunted, giving him a look of disbelief.        Soobin tsked, lightly pushing you over. “Okay, whatever. Anyways, hurry up. I’m going to show you around town today.”        “You two don’t come back too late now,” his father added. “And bring a coat, it’s supposed to get colder today.”        Stuffing down the remainder of his food, soobin linked your arms and dragged you out of the kitchen the moment he saw your plate empty.        “Hey! I’m not done yet, i wanted one mo-!”        “Bye dad!” Soobin interrupted, ignoring your plea.

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       “So much being well mannered.” You mocked.        “Not my fault you wanted to eat so much,” he shrugged.        Both of you strolled along the road. You weren’t sure where soobin was bringing you, other than his aforementioned ‘town’. Despite it just being the two of you, soobin still dressed nicely, in a turtleneck and scarf with a black coat to go over it.        “Wait...” you started, noticing a passing sign. “Why does that say the town is the other way?”        “Cause i changed my mind. I’m bringing you somewhere else,” he replied, shooting you one of his, oh so charming, eye smiles. “I’ll bring you to town another day.”        “This way’s to the forest,” you raised an eyebrow. “Are you planning to kill me or something? After 6 years of friendship. This is how you want to end it?” You dramatically gripped your chest and joked. “I’m sorry for whatever i did. I can change, I swear.”        Soobin rolled his eyes and guffawed. “Of course. This has been my plan all along. To befriend you then brutally murder you among the trees where no one can find your body,” he played along. “Relax, I’m no murderer. An avid liar? Maybe. But not a murderer. I just want to show you something.”         You hummed a response and continued on your way. Not long after, soobin was leading you down a path in the deserted forest. As the path reached deeper into the woods, the trees got denser.        “Erm, soobin, where are we going?” You called from behind him. “I’m really starting to question the whole murder thing.”        You’re not going to lie when you say the woods kind of crept you out. You could have sworn you felt someone behind you. But when you turned around, there wasn’t a soul. The twigs and dead leaves making a deafening crunch under your feet as the — seemingly never-ending — journey continued.        “Just trust me,” he provided a simple answer that proved to be of no help in ensuring you.       As you continued, the sound of snapping twigs got louder. You turned the corner and the sudden sound of birds fleeing their nest startled you, causing you to jump and grab soobin’s coat from the back.         “Are you really that scared?” He laughed. “Don’t worry,” he continued, turning around and reaching for your hand. Gently running his thumb over yours the rest of the way. “We’re almost there. It’s worth it, i promise.”        Having his hand in yours definitely provided some comfort. But it was also making you feel things that you shouldn’t be feeling. After another minute of walking, you finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. The horrid crunching sound had been washed out by the sound of, well, rushing water.        A waterfall.        You gasped in astonishment at the clarity of the Caribbean-blue waterfall. It was spurting over the basalt rock, spilling eel-like over the ledges. Its clamorous passage at the foot of the mountain threw up bubbles of spray. They sparkled uneasily in the beams of light that shined through the leaves of surrounding trees.        When it toppled into the ecstasy-pool, it foamed it at the bottom. The rest of the pool was as clear as cellophane, allowing you to see down into the rocky bottom. Fronds of forest-green plants waved gently in the depths. The waterfall looked like a sheet of blue velour as it swished down. Its edges were hemmed with whipped-white lines.        “Wow,” was all you managed to utter out.        “I told you it was worth it,” soobin grinned. “Come on.” He lead you closer, collapsing on the bank and letting the nougat sweet smell of flowers wash over him.        You followed suit. “How did you find this place?”        “A friend of mine showed it to me when we were kids.” He said, leaning back against his palms. “We used to hang out all the time here. The five of us. That is, until i moved away for high school.        “I wonder what they’re up to now.” He added after a slight pause.        “You don’t see them when you come back for the holidays?” You asked.        Soobin shook his head. “I don’t get to see them much anymore. I barely leave my house, y/n, you know that. Besides, they’re all busy with their own lives.”        You listened to soobin reminisce about his childhood. You would listen to soobin talk for hours if you could. His words are were like gold to you, or perhaps some elixir you’ve been waiting all your days to hear. He had nothing but good things to say. It sounded like he had a lot of fun here, in the small town he grew up in. You both sat there for a while, gawking at the waterfall when the suddenly rustling of the bushes behind you caught your attention.        “Y/n,” soobin stood up, holding you behind him as the rustling got louder. And then a figure walked through, a boy. He was wearing a brown furry jacket. His hair was a strange shade a pink, but it complimented his skin tone nicely.        “Soobin?” The boy said, folding his arms. “No way. Is that actually you? Mr choi soobin. After all these years.”          “Yeonjun?” Soobin replied, letting go of you and walking up to yeonjun. “What are you doing here?”        “I was on my way out and thought i saw you earlier entering the forest so i decided to follow you. Who else knows this place anyway?” Yeonjun laughed, swinging an arm around soobin’s shoulder.        “So you practically followed, what could have been, a complete stranger into the forest?” Soobin shot him a look. To that, yeonjun just smiled and nodded. “You never change, do you?”        “Nope,” yeonjun answered confidently. “Anyways, are you going to introduce me to the pretty lady or do i have to do that myself?” He gestured a smile towards you.        Beside him, soobin stiffened, his jaw slightly tensing before he answered. “Right... Yeonjun, y/n. We met in high school, she’s my best friend.  Y/n, yeonjun. He was one of my friends i was telling you about-”        “Yeah, until this bastard moved, changed his number and practically became a hermit that never left his house much.” Yeonjun jibed.        “Hmm, that sounds about right. The only place I’ve seen him, other than class or the library, is at my apartment binge watching shows,” you added, causing yeonjun to burst out a laugh.        “You guys are mean.” Soobin grumbled, pushing yeonjun’s arm off him.        “I have a feeling she and i are going to be great friends.” Yeonjun said matter-of-factly.        The three of you sat there, talking for what seemed like hours. Soobin and yeonjun continued to tell you about the different adventures they had together as kids with their friends, beomgyu, kai and taehyun. They recounted all the accidents that happened, all the fun moments they had together. Yeonjun eventually proceeded to tell you about all the embarrassing soobin stories he could think of, sharing jokes and making you laugh. The entire time though, soobin barely directed any conversation at you. Let alone laugh at Yeonjun’s ‘jokes’.        As your laughter died down, yeonjun spoke again. “I have to ask though, what’s she doing doing here? Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I’m just curious. Does she live around here too?”        You looked to soobin, unsure of how or what to answer.        “It’s okay, yeonjun won’t snitch,” he said. “Y/n’s pretending to be my girlfriend for the holiday.”         It hurt you every time he said it. In your head you wished so badly for it to be real. To think, by now you would have learnt that wishing only wounds the heart. And each time soobin said it out loud, it was like a punch to the gut.        “Pretending to be your-“ yeonjun cut himself off by scoffing. “What for?”        “Well....” soobin started explaining the whole situation to yeonjun. To which the only response he got out of the other boy was mockery and disbelief.        “Are you serious?!” Yeonjun exclaimed. “So you two aren’t together?”        You shook your head.        “Oh... good....” he mumbled, grinning in the process. “You have got to be kidding me. But you guys do you, i guess. My lips are sealed.        “I hate to ruin the moment but i have to go. It was nice meeting you y/n.” He tipped an imaginary hat. “It was nice to see you again too, soobin. But let know, the next time you’re back.”        “Right, ill keep that in mind.” Soobin replied.        Just as yeonjun started to walk away, he stopped and turned around once more. “Oh! Right. How long are you guys staying? I’m meeting beomgyu, tae and kai on monday at the diner. You should come,” his eyes travelled to you, “both of you.”        “We cant-“        “We would love to!” You cut soobin off, “come on soobin, you haven’t seen your friends in ages. I would be nice to say ‘hi’ again.”         Soobin stared at you for a second. Maybe it was the excitement in your face or maybe he truly did want to see his friends again. But in the end he agreed.          “Great! Ill see you two monday at 5.” Yeonjun ended, giving a small salute before leaving, for real this time. ��      Soobin went back to the bay, laying down on the grass, letting out a long held sigh. He stared up at the sky that was quickly becoming darker. The stars and moon announcing their arrival.        “You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to him.        “Yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” He answered, his eyes still closed.        “I don’t know. You just seemed... off just now. Like my or yeonjun’s presence bothered you.”        “It’s nothing. Im just tired.” He sighed again, sitting up. “While on the subject, we should head back. It’s getting dark.”        He stood up and started walking without another word.        Was he mad at you? No... he had no reason to be, right? Was he mad about the joke you made with yeonjun?        You quickly caught up to him and followed him out of the forest. Other than your footsteps against the concrete road and the cicadas that came out to say their daily greetings, the awkward silence followed the rest of the way.        “I’m not annoyed at you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” soobin broke the silence. The entire walk you had your focus on the ground, not noticing the stolen glances soobin took. “Stop sulking. People are going to think i kicked your puppy or something.” He chuckled, bending his waist slight to look at your face.        His face was mere inches away from yours. Memories from the previous night came flooding back. You didn’t offer a response, not trusting the words that would escape your lips in that moment. Instead just turning your face to the other side to avoid his stare. Soobin let out a light hearted laugh and continued walking.          You recalled how soobin always said you had an expressive face. He must have seen something you didn’t realise.        The sky got darker as you continued down the road. The cool winter breeze greeting the concrete and skin just the same, causing you to shiver and wrap your arms around yourself. Mentally cursing the fact that, other than your khaki coat, you didn’t think to wear more layers that morning.        Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed. “Are you cold?” Soobin asked, already shedding off his cherry red, wool scarf.        “No, it’s alright, you’ll get cold,” grabbing his hands to stop his actions.        “I’ll be fine. And we’re only about 5 minutes away,” he argued, wrapping his scarf around your neck. He took your hand, pulling you behind him the rest of the way quickly before you ‘caught a cold’.        The scarf sat snug to your skin, soft and gentle, the ends becoming a colourful flag in the wintry winds. It was still warm from where it sat before. You could smell of his cologne on it. Faint, from the day’s activities. But still prominent enough to know it’s existence.        Your hands trembled in his and you thanked the cold for that excuse. Burying your face deeper into his scarf before he could make out the slight blush that painted your cheeks.        When you reached soobin’s home again, there was a faint chattering echoing through house.        “Oh, i think my older sister’s came for a visit.”        Soobin’s older sister. The one that’s the account, married, with the baby — soobin’s nephew — and the lovely husband. You’ve only ever met them once, well that, and the occasional pictures soobin would send you of him and his nephew. Seeing soobin with babies did things to your heart thats you didn’t like. You’ve already imagined the unlikely scenario of what it would be like to have soobin as your boyfriend. You can’t go fantasising an entire family as well. But you had to admit, he would make a great dad one day.        “Soobin!” His older sister ran and hugged him. He’s always had such a close bond with his siblings. “Mom and dad told me you brought your girlfriend home this time.” She wiggled her eyebrows.        “Hey sis. And yeah, y/n. You know her,” soobin turned to you.        “Of course. The last time i saw you two I knew you’d end up together.” She cheered as if she had just won the lottery.        So, from what you’ve gathered, soobin’s entire family had always had some hopes on the two of two. You wanted to smile at that fact. But at same time, you were lying to them right now. It was a bittersweet feeling.        The remainder of the night went on rather unproductive. You had dinner with his family, chatted with them, played with the baby and that was about it. The worst part came when the family decided to watch a movie together. The movie was great, dont get me wrong. You all sat together and watched kingsman again. Even though it was the tenth time you’ve seen it, it was still yours and Soobin’s favourite.        The bad part came when you had to find a seat. The family couch say four, soobin’s mom, dad and sisters. The older’s husband took one of the arm chairs, leaving you and soobin to share the other. In other words, you ended up having to sit on his lap.        “I can just sit on the floor, its no problem,” you suggested.        “Nonsense. I won’t let you sit on the floor,” soobin rebutted, holding your waist, pulling you back onto his lap.        You swear, if it wasn’t for the dimness of the room, the redness of your face would have matched that of the fire place. Throughout the movie you found it extremely hard to pay attention. Soobin had left one of his hands to rest on your knee and the other around your back. Sure, he was probably just putting on a show for his family. But he didn’t have to do the thumb thing as well. Or gently whisper in your ear, so close that you could feel his breath against your neck.          The rest of the time you couldn’t help but fidget in your seat — which just so happened to be soobin’s lap. As interesting as the fight scene on screen was or the dramatic music playing, the only thing you could focus on was the fact that soobin’s hand had now traveled to your thigh.        And underneath you, soobin’s breathing was becoming short and uneven. He was starting to stir as well before getting up, forcing you to stand and murmuring, “I’m going to head to bed early. You guys enjoy the rest of the movie.”        Within the next beat of the soundtrack, he was dashing out of the living room and running up the stairs.        What...?        You weren’t the only one wondering that. Soobin’s family were now staring at you, his mothers brows furrowed, his sister’s head tilted quizzically. “He said he’s tired,” you blurted, face-palming in your head.        Great. You already felt out of place and this certainly wasn’t helping. You sat down on the, now vacant, chair and continued the rest of the movie with his family.        I’m sure he’s fine. You can always ask him tomorrow.

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       You woke up to an empty bed again. But this time there was no post it note or anything from soobin. So you assumed he’d be in the kitchen like before.        “Morning y/n,” it was his older sister this time.        “Morning.” You looked around. No sight of soobin. “Where’s soobin?”        “Oh he didn’t tell you? He went out for a walk around 20 minutes ago.”        Why didn’t he wait for you?        “Yeah, he didn’t. Did he say where he was going or when he’ll be back?” You asked.        To that, she just shook her head.        Oh...

       “I almost forgot,” she continued. “There was a note for you. I left it on the counter for you.”

       You picked it up, hoping to see Soobin’s name as the regards, telling you his whereabouts. Instead, the note was fairly short.

Hey y/n!

Once again i just wanted to welcome you to town. It was really nice meeting you yesterday! Maybe we could hang out some time?

(Hopefully) Your friend,

Yeonjun

       Did Soobin see it? Either way, why does it matter.        After breakfast, you decided to wait for soobin to come home. If he didn’t tell where he was going, it means he cant be gone long, right? You sat in his room, figuring it would be the only place you didnt have to face his family members.        It was only about an hour and a half of waiting and a lunch break, that you got bored. You could only scroll your phone so much before it started to get more redundant than it already was. So, checking the weather report, you got dressed and left for a walk around. You hadn’t seen much of the area yet, it wouldn’t be harmful to do some exploring. Learning your lesson from yesterday, you put on a wool sweater underneath your coat. A pair of dr marten to match.         It was a rather fine day out. You walked under the sun that warmed your skin, but the cool winds keeping the temperature cool enough. The only thing that would make this better would be if soobin were with you...        “Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind you.        You turned around and saw a familiar lock of pink hair running towards you, frantically waving his arms. He was wearing a leather jacket today. Behind him was someone else that chased after him. He had nicely styled, bleached blonde hair and was slightly short than yeonjun was.        “Oh, hi.” You greeted the two of them. “Fancy running into you again.”        “I know, right!” He agreed, a bit more enthusiastically than what you would imagine. “Why are you alone? Where’s soobin?”        “No clue. He just took off this morning. Didn’t tell me anything and i got bored of sitting around alone.”        “Maybe the pressure of a relationship getting to him,” yeonjun suggested.        “It’s fake though,” you mocked.        He just shrugged. “Doesn’t make it any less of a commitment.”        You hummed a reply. “Fair enough.”        “Anyway. If you have nothing better to do... taehyun and i,” he said, gesturing towards to boy beside him, “were just headed to the arcade in town. Care to join us?”        “Sure, I don’t see why not.”        You followed as yeonjun and taehyun lead you through the town soobin said he would bring you to. Every corner they turned, they greeted someone new. From little kids to elderly ladies and gentlemen. Small town, i guess everyone knew everyone.        Eventually, they stopped in front of a building, the arcade. The pings from the pinball machines, the bullets from the shooting games, and the ‘jackpot’ announcements, all a dead give away. From the outside, the building looked old and rundown. The paint was old and cracking as if it hadn’t been repainted in years. Even the neon signs provided to the retro aesthetic, casting a purple-red hue over everything.        You stood there, taking in the atmosphere for a second. It sure was different from any arcade you had back in the city. You glanced around, when a figure at one of the pinball machines caught your eye.        “Soobin?” You spoke out loud.        Confused, yeonjun and taehyun followed your gaze to said figure.        “What in the?” You walked up to him. the further into the arcade you went, the louder everything got. Tapping him on the shoulder, you just about had to yell to have any sort of conversation.        “Y/n?” He asked, looking at you with the same expression as culprit that had just been caught red-handed.        You scoffed playfully, crossing your arms. “So you ditched me to come play games alone?”        “Um, kind of? Not really though,” he said. His eyes darting towards the two boys that to came up behind you. “You came with taehyun and... Yeonjun?”        “Hey soob, long time no see,” taehyun added.        “I went out for a walk and ran into them,” a quick and easy reason. “You could have just told me if you wanted to come to town alone, you know? You don’t have to sneak off at the crack of dawn.”        “Nice to see you too tae. And I do want to show you around the town. It’s just,” his eyes travelled between you and yeonjun, back to you in a blink. “I just needed a break from things for a while.”        “Hm, alright,” you accepted his explanation, but something still felt weird.        “Since we’re already here, there’s no use standing around.” Yeonjun spoke. “Y/n, come play the shooting game with me!”        Before you could reply, yeonjun was already dragging you towards one of the machines. Leaving taehyun and soobin to do whatever it was they did. He handed you one of the guns available and scanned his arcade card. The entire time you could feel eyes watching you, but shook it off.        Yeonjun was pretty good at the game, you had to admit. He spent a lot of time here, you assumed. Time seemed to disappear the longer you were in the arcade. The atmosphere around you never changed. It was still as lively and colourful as when you first walked in. The bright lights and loud music blasting, disrupting your senses. But outside, the sun was quickly setting.        “Good game, y/n,” taehyun offered a handshake after you beat him at yet another game of air hockey.        You took it. “Not too shabby yourself.”        Beside you, yeonjun and soobin clapped for your victory.        “We should probably go back soon,” Soobin said, showing the clock on his phone. It was nearly 8pm. Time sure flies when you’re having fun.        You all travelled back together. Turns out yeonjun and taehyun only lived a street away from soobin.        “See you tomorrow,” taehyun and yeonjun waved goodbye as you parted ways, leaving you and soobin to go your way.        Neither of you said a thing to each other. And for reason you were having trouble thinking of a conversation starter, this hasn’t happened before. Usually you and soobin had endless things to talk about. It didn’t matter how stupid or unimaginable it was, the two of you never ran out of things to say.        “When you were a kid, did you ever pretend you were smoking in winter?” You said the first thing that came to mind, the cold air making your breath visible, helping to elaborate your question. You laughed at yourself, holding your fingers up in a peace sign, imagining a cigarette between them.        “Yeah, when i was like 7.”        Okay, ouch.        Soobin’s answer was short, providing no further conversation. You pressed your lips together, stuffing your hands in your pockets as embarrassment crept up on you. So much for never feeling judged.        The rest of the night you didn’t speak much. Every attempt you made just being shot down with one liners. Every time you showed soobin a funny video or meme, he gave little to no response. And eventually you gave up.        This continued to the following day. Sure, soobin was an introvert. You knew that. But he’s never ignored you to this extent. Was he getting sick of having you around everyday? If that was the case, he should just tell you, you’d give him all the space he needs.        You can’t lie and say you weren’t hurt by that thought. Your crush was ignoring you. That would have hurt anyone. And right now, you felt nothing more than a parasite in his home.        “Come on, we have to go meet the others,” the first words he’s said to you in hours.

      You followed quietly as soobin brought you to the diner. When you arrived, the others were already there. Yeonjun and taehyun, along with two new faces. Beomgyu and Huening Kai, you figured from previous conversations.        They sat at a semi-circle booth meant for four with two extra chairs at the end. One of which occupied by taehyun as the other three shared the banquette bench.         “Soobin! Y/n!” They waved.         Yeonjun sat at one of the ends and shifted when he spotted you enter. “Y/n, i saved you a seat next to me,” he said smugly, smirking and cocking his head to the space beside him.        You rolled your eyes at his antics, lips curling upwards. Soobin’s expression remained hard, unbothered and unimpressed even. But you didn’t question it, he’s been like that since yesterday. And frankly, you’ve gotten sick of it. Might as well spend time with someone that actually wants your attention.        You got along well with the boys. You learnt that Kai and taehyun went to the same school and beomgyu had just graduated recently. Most of the time though, was spent whispering jokes between yeonjun and yourself. And at some point of the night, he had managed to sneak an around the back of the booth. On the other side, Beomgyu and Kai snickered to each other and eventually shook hands, some bet or deal you presumed.        All of a sudden you heard one of the chairs beside you shift. The feet scratching against the tiled floor. And the next thing you knew, soobin was walking out the door, the bell ringing behind him.        “Where’s he going?” Kai asked.        “No clue,” Beomgyu answered. Taehyun just shrugged. All your attentions still on the door that had already been shut.        “Um, ill go check on him,” you announced, running out of the diner after him. Sure, you and him weren’t on good terms at the moment, but nontheless he was still your best friend, and a huge part of you still cared for him.         “Soobin, wait!” You called, but he kept walking.        “Soobin!” You tried again, chasing after him.        “Stop right there choi soobin!” You yelled, your voice echoing through the empty street. The boys silhouette stood still. But never did he turn to look at you. “Dont you dare take another step!”        Never once in five years have you ever felt intimidated by him. But with his large figure being illuminated by nothing but the dull, yellow street lights, you couldn’t say that anymore. There was silence as you gathered your thoughts, making your way towards him. You had him right in front of you. Now what? You wanted soobin back. Your soobin.        “What’s going on with you?” Your feet stopped on their own accord, right behind the tall boy. “You’ve been acting strange.”        No answer.        “Soobin, don’t ignore me!” You said again, desperation and annoyance laced in your tone.        “I don’t know what you want me to say y/n,” he sighed, trying to keep his temper from exploding.        “I want a damn explanation, soobin,” anger from the previous day slowly consuming you. “Do you know how much of an asshole you’re being? God! I try to talk to you, but it’s just like i’m talking to a god damn wall! So, you can either tell me what’s going on or I’m on the next bus home tomorrow.”        No answer. But you could tell the last part hit him hard. He couldn’t look at you. If he did, he was sure you would see the remorse and anger in his eyes. He hated that you were mad. He hated that you were yelling. But most of all he hated that he was the cause of it.       “You asked me to come play girlfriend with you and i did,” you sighed, continuing when he started walking again. “I only did because,” swallowed the lump in your throat, “you’re... you’re my best friend.”        Best friend.        “I’m your best friend... you can me anything, you know that.” You quoted his words.        “There’s some things better left unsaid,” he offered before walking away again. “I’m sorry y/n.”        “No!” You cried, stopping his tracks. “Apology not accepted.”        You could see frustration building in soobin. His hand pinching his temple, his shoulders tensed as you spoke. “You said you’d be by my side the whole time! But since the waterfall you’ve barely talked to me! You leave me in situations on my own, you’re ignoring me and you randomly take off without a word. You’re doing it right now! So, again, you can either tell me what’s going on or-“        “It’s because i love you, okay!?”        Now it was your turn to stay silent.        Soobin let out a sigh, turning to face you. “Is that what you want to hear?! I love you, y/n!” His tone got softer, “I love you so much. For as long as i can remember knowing you. It hurts when I see you with other people. Especially people that so blatantly flirt with you in front of me. You’re stunning, beautiful. Even a fool could see it. But you’re also so much more than that.        “You were the only person that bothered to come talk to me the first day of school. Others probably viewed me as the weird, loser kid that sat alone during lunch. But you didn’t. You were my first and only friend for years. Before i knew it, i had a crush on you. At first, i thought it was just a phase. But it wasn’t, y/n. And now, im so hopelessly head over heels for you.        “I know, I haven’t earned your heart. I never will. I could spend a million years worshiping you and still not earn it. You’re my best friend, i know I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I know you’re mad at me. And i know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But please... please, don’t leave me.”        He sounded raw, real in a way you’ve never heard before. When he was done, he was closely inspecting the road, afraid to look up. Chewing on his bottom lip nervously, waiting for your rejection.        “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You asked, keeping emotion from your voice.        He shrugged and laughed. “You’re my best friend, I didn’t want to lose you.”        You let one hand slide against his cheek, resting your palm there. “You wouldn’t have.”        “Wha-“        “I love you too, you doofus.”        You felt the pull of a muscle as his lips twitched. “Really?”        “Yes. Really. For as long as i can remember.”        Soobin, your best friend — now, boyfriend — pulled you into his arms. “I love you, y/f/n. And I’m so sorry for the way I’ve been. What can i say to make you forgive me?”        “Words only mean so much. Actions speak louder, don’t you agree?”        “I do.”        He lowered his head and brushed his lips against yours.        “Am i forgiven?” He asked rhetorically.        You laugh. “Only because i love you.”        “Yes! I told you so!” You turned and saw Kai yelling and celebrating, pointing fingers at beomgyu. Taehyun and yeonjun shaking their heads in disappointment.        What a crazy group of friends they were.

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don’t wake up pt. 3 | rafe cameron x reader

summary: you and rafe grow closer, and the line between dreams and reality starts to blur

warnings: SMUT (unprotected), drug use mention, cursing, ward cameron being a dick of a father

word count: 3.7k (it’s a big one folks)

a/n: wow, thank you all for the amazing response to this series! it makes me so happy to see all your likes, reblogs, and comments, you have no idea. this part is long and sweet and honestly some of the best writing i’ve ever done. part 4 might take a little longer, since i go back to work tomorrow, but it should be up by the end of the week. also, warning, we jump right into the smut on this one. absolutely 0 foreplay. 

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“Fuck, Rafe!” you screamed as Rafe’s fingers started working on your clit.

“Don’t cum yet, angel. You know what happens when you don’t listen.”

His grip around your throat tightened as he continued to slam into you from behind. Your hands searched for something, anything to ground you, to keep your impending orgasm as bay. Your back was pressed against Rafe’s chest, keeping you far away from the sheets you wanted to grasp. Instead, your hands reached up and made a home in Rafe’s hair, making him groan as you pulled hard on it.

“Please, Rafe, please let me cum. I can’t hold it much longer!”

Rafe hit your pussy with a rough slap that nearly sent you over the edge.

“What did I fucking say?” He growled in your ear. Despite what he was saying, Rafe loved hearing you beg to cum. He moved his fingers faster, thrusts becoming sloppy but harder as he felt himself getting closer.

Right when he reached the edge, Rafe leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Come for me, angel.”

You met your release with a scream, Rafe following right after you. He held you against him, giving a few more lazy thrusts as you both rode out your orgasms. For a few moments you were both still, Rafe still filling you up but no longer thrusting. Rafe felt his heart beating fast against his chest, his breathing just as fast, same as yours. He placed a few soft kisses on your neck before slowly releasing you, laying you onto your stomach on the bed. He quickly ran to the bathroom to dispose of the condom before joining you on his bed, pulling you onto his chest.

A month had passed since the first time you two had hooked up. Rafe had texted you that same morning, telling you how much he wanted to do that again. And so you did. At least once a week (most of the time more) Rafe texted you or you texted Rafe wanting to meet up. You would either drive to his house or he would pick you up if someone else in your family was using the car. Then you’d head back to the Cameron residence and spend the rest of the night tangled in each other (though there was one time Rafe couldn’t control himself for the entire drive, pulling off to the side of the road and taking you right then and there).

You didn’t talk much about your arrangement, refusing to put labels on it for fear of ruining the moments you had. Moments that neither you or Rafe wanted to give up. It really was like a dream to Rafe. You came to him at night caressing him, touching him in ways no one else had before. No matter how rough he was with you, your touches were always gentle and caring, as if you weren’t just touching his skin and instead reaching in to touch his soul. When he was done making you scream and come undone beneath him, he held you close, afraid you would dissolve and fade away like all his other dreams. And in the morning, you did just that. The only proof he had that you had been there at all were the love bites strewn across his chest, the smell of you on his sheets, and the little notes you left for him.

Sometimes you wrote dumb jokes or promises of another night with you or just a doodle of a flower or a heart or a smiley face. He kept all of them in a drawer in his desk, but always placing the newest one in his wallet. He would look at it throughout the day, especially when the day became extremely difficult, to keep him going until the night when he would see you again. He didn’t want to force you stay, worried that the tighter he clung to you the harder you would pull away and the sooner he’d lose, because he would lose you eventually. He knew that. Even if you did try to stay, he couldn’t let you. He didn’t want to ruin you while he ruined himself. So he kept his problems hidden away from you, letting them set with the sun. When the moon was up, he got to pretend they were gone, and he had you in their place. Rafe was great at pretending. So when he woke up the next morning, he forced himself to prepare for reality that came when he opened his eyes and he woke from his dream. Except he didn’t.

The first thing he noticed was the smell of weed in the air, a gentle breeze from the window blowing the haze around his room. Then he opened his eyes and instead of seeing the empty side of the bed, he saw your bare thighs, criss-cross-apple sauce. You were leaning against the head board, smoking a joint and wearing one of his shirts. Your eyes were trained on the TV, and he could hear the sound of voices softly through the speakers. He pushed himself up on to his forearm, the movement alerting you of his consciousness. You smiled down at him and he damn near swooned.

“Morning, sleepy head.” You said. Rafe admired your morning appearance for the first time, taking in your messy hair and slightly droopy eyes, though that might have been from the weed. He loved how you looked in his shirt, how he could see the marks he left on you peeking out from the collar. Rafe almost pinched himself. You offered him the joint and his fingers brushed against yours, which meant you were here, really here. He took a hit while your eyes returned to the TV. He blew out the smoke then said, “Why are you still here?”

You turned back towards him, but didn’t meet his eyes. You furrowed your brows, looking down at your fingers as they picked at a loose thread on the sheet.

“It’s peaceful here,” You said simply. You looked back up at Rafe, concern now lacing your forehead. “I can go if you want.”

“No! No.” Rafe reached out, his large hand trapping your smaller one. He smiled softly up you.

“Stay, please.”

You smiled back and took the joint back from his offering fingers. You scooted closer to him as he sat up more, giving you space to rest your head on his shoulder. Rafe tried to calm his beating heart as you laced your fingers with his, staring at the TV intently. He tried to distract himself with the show you put on, but it just confused him.

“What the hell are you watching?” He questioned.

“The X-Files. It’s my favorite.”

You spent the next few hours watching The X-Files. You had put on an episode from the middle of season three, so you tried your hardest to fill in gaps for Rafe when he needed it. By the time you claimed you had to go home, Rafe was ready to go back and watch from episode one. Especially if it meant he got to hold you a little longer. But you just chuckled, shaking your head at the boy as you pulled on your shorts.

You leaned across the bed and placed a hand on his cheek.

“Next time, I promise,” You said before kissing him sweetly. His lips moved gently along with yours as your fingers stroked across his cheek.

It wasn’t until you were out the door after giving him another quick peck and a smile that realized the pattern your fingers had traced was random. It had been a smiley face. Another note for his collection.

If Rafe couldn’t get you out of his head before, you were stuck in it with super glue now. He didn’t text you for the next couple days, too busy overthinking every moment of his morning with you. You had done nothing sexual, but, to Rafe, it felt more intimate than anything else you had done up until then. He wasn’t sure what to do now, it felt like everything had changed. It scared him and excited him. He had thought your relationship was just physical to you. But you had stayed. You had cuddled with him and smoked with him and laughed with him and shared your favorite show with him. God, he loved listening to you talk about the things you were passionate about, even when that thing was a strange but surprisingly awesome alien crime show from the 90s. But you had stayed. You had burrowed yourself deeper into his heart while at the same time opening a whole new vault of vulnerabilities and fears in his mind. He didn’t want to break you, but he was also absolutely terrified that you might break him. He wasn’t right for you, and he knew that. It would be selfish if he let you in. Really, truly claimed you as his like he wanted to, pulling you out of his dreams and into reality. But, Rafe was a selfish person.

The stress and wonder of his relationship with you was flowing through his head when his father found him, sitting by the pool. Ward sat in the chair beside him, bringing up another thing Rafe had done wrong. He heard what his father was saying but didn’t really listen. He felt the anger boiling inside of him, all the emotions that had been building up this week were ready to burst out of him. So he let them.

The argument escalated quicker than it usually, Rafe and Ward at each other’s throats as they screamed in each other’s faces. Rose eventually ran out, trying to break apart the father and son to no avail. The fight ended with Ward yelling at Rafe to get out of his house and out of his sight, so Rafe complied.

When he sped out of the driveway on his bike, he wasn’t sure where he was going. Normally, he would have gone to Barry’s to do a line and complain and get lost in the euphoria the drugs brought him. But his heart had other ideas.

Rafe had never been this close to your front door, let alone inside your house. You always made him wait for you in the car. The one time he had tried walking up to the front door, you had met him halfway, nearly ripping his arm off with the force of you pulling him back to his bike.

He took a deep breath before knocking, praying that you would be home and wouldn’t be angry with him for turning up at your door in the middle of the day.

“Rafe?” You said as you opened the door. He couldn’t help but smile as you appeared in the doorway, just the sight of you enough to calm him down.

“I’m sorry for just turning up. I would have texted you but I just sort of ended up here. You know what actually, I should just go. Sorry for bothering you.”

He started to turn, trying to keep a cool exterior while inside he wanted nothing more than to run for the hills. But he was stopped by your hand taking his.

“Rafe,” You smiled at him, taking in his disheveled hair, slightly crazed eyes and red face, “it’s okay. Come in.”

You opened the door wider and pulled him through, closing it behind you. The fingers that weren’t gripping your own were fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, taking in his surroundings. This was completely new territory for him. He’d never been in your space before. The house itself was just slightly bigger than his and Sarah’s rooms combined. The kitchen and the living room were smushed together, the living room being the larger of the two. There was a short hallway  that led to a single door, with two other doors on either side of it. You led him to the kitchen, releasing his hand to grab a couple of glasses and fill them with water.

Rafe continued to take in the home, taking note of the toys and clothes strewn about. Jackets thrown over chairs, worn children and adult books sitting on the couch, a bowl of cereal left to sog up on the table. He’d never been in a home that looked so lived in before. He kind of liked it.

“Sorry it’s such a mess,” You said, handing him a water, “Three young children live here, so it always looks like a tornado has blown through.”

Rafe’s eyebrows shot up.

“Children?”

You laughed at his expression.

“Yeah, my niece and nephews. I live here with my sisters. My older one is the mother of the tornado. But, they all went to visit my uncle for a couple nights, so I have the house all to myself!”

Rafe absorbed the information your were giving him, storing it away in the part of his brain reserved just for you. He was realizing how little he actually knew about you. He knew nothing about your family, he’d never really thought about it before. He tried to picture you here, in this kitchen, three little kids running around while you stood with two other girls who looked similar to you.

“Sounds nice, peaceful,” Rafe commented.

“It will be. I miss them already, though. It’s been too quiet. Usually, the Pogues or at least Kie or Sarah would come keep me company, but they all have shit to do.” You moved closer to him and smiled up at him, cheeks heating up slightly as you spoke, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Rafe blushed instantly at your words, looking down at his feet to hide the smile growing wide on his face. He was so screwed. He thought of all the times he messed with Topper, calling him pussy-whipped. If only Topper could see him now.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” Rafe said, meeting your warm gaze.

The pair of you are silent for a moment, getting lost in each others eyes. You pull away first, taking a sip of your water before speaking.

“So, what’s up? Did something happen you look a little…wild.”

Rafe chuckled at your choice of adjective.

“My dad, he, uh…he kicked me out. I fucked up something, I can’t remember what but I’m sure I did it. We got in a huge argument and he told me to leave. It’s not the first time, I’ll go back in a few days and beg for forgiveness or something. I just…” Rafe sniffed rubbing his nose quickly on his arm. Rafe Cameron was not a cryer. He couldn’t remember the last time he had shed a tear. But standing here in your kitchen, feeling your understanding eyes on him, allowing him to talk about all the shit he’d been holding in for years about his father, he wasn’t afraid to let the dam break. The tears were quick and silent. He didn’t sob, but he felt his breath getting caught in his throat as the rivers ran down his cheeks.

“I just want to be a good fucking son.”

You pulled him into you. His head nestled into your neck, tears soaking the collar of your shirt. His arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing the breath from you but you didn’t care. You held him just as tight, whispering sweet things in his ear. A few minutes passed before the tears finally dried up. Rafe pulled away slightly, keeping his hands on your hips as he looked at you with swollen eyes.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m sorry I-”

“Shh, Rafe stop,” You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look directly at you, “Don’t apologize for having fucking feelings and crying when someone hurts them. Believe me, I live with three children under the age of six, we have a lot of crying going on around here. Sometimes you just have to let it out. Let it out, Rafe.”

Rafe closed his eyes, letting your words quiet his wayward mind. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks, taking the tears with them. You leaned forward and kissed both his cheeks before kissing his lips. He could taste his own tears on your lips. The kiss was short but he could feel the emotion in it. You pulled away slowly, leaning your forehead on his. For Rafe, however, you were way too far away.

His arms wrapped around your back, one hand cupping the back of your head and pulling you back to meet his lips. The kiss wasn’t as rough and sexually charged as the others you had shared. This one was more like your first kiss, filled with passion and emotion and a pure and unadulterated need to be close to another person.

It wasn’t long before Rafe’s hand made there way to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head, placing it on the counter. You weren’t wearing a bra, and he groaned at the sight of your bare breasts. His hand moved down to your thighs, squeezing them. You understood his signal, arms wrapping around his neck as you jumped. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands supporting you on your ass as he moved you through the house.

“Which one is yours?” Rafe asked as he reached the hallway.

“Left,” You said before reattaching your lips to his. He kicked the door open. Opening his eyes for second to asses the layout of the room, he noticed two twin beds in pushed into the corners of the room.

“Which one’s yours?” Rafe asked again with a small smile.

“Right,” You said with a matching smile.

Rafe sat on the edge of the bed, making you straddle his lap. He pulled his shirt over his head, then leaned forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand moving to massage the other. You threw your head back, letting out a long moan. Rafe moved to the other boob, giving it the same treatment with his tongue. After a few minutes, Rafe tried to flip you onto your back, but you stopped him. You looked him right in his eyes, pupils blown with lust as your hand reached down to palm him through his shorts.

“I want to make you feel good, Rafe,” You whispered before leaning down to kiss his neck. The sinful moan he made went straight to your center. You moved off his lap, pushing him back until he was leaning against the head board. You pulled his shorts and boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free. You didn’t break eye contact as you undressed him, enjoying the blissful spark in his eyes as you ran you hands down his thighs. You stood up, shimmying out of your bottoms until you were fully naked and moved to straddle him again.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. You deserve to feel good,” You said as you placed a few more open mouthed kisses on his neck. You reached down again to grasp his dick, giving it a few pumps before aligning it with your entrance. Rafe stopped you with a hand on your wrist.

“I don’t have a condom,” He said.

“It’s okay. I want to be close to you.” You said before sinking down onto him. You both moaned loudly, foreheads meeting in the space between you. You slowly started to rock your hips against Rafe’s, relishing in the feeling of him bare inside you, filling you up perfectly.

Rafe thought he had died and gone to heaven. He was convinced there could be nothing better than this, feeling you, all of you. He felt loved. Absolutely loved for once in his miserable life.

He gripped your hips, helping you speed up your movements. He kissed you again, catching your moans with his tongue while he released his own into you. You gripped his hair, pulling him as close to you as you could, until there was positively no space separating your bodies. Your hips started moving faster, Rafe moving you up and down to bounce on his cock.

“Rafe,” You moaned his name like a prayer.

“I’m getting close, angel,” Rafe whispered

“Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop, baby, I want you fill me with your cum.”

You reached down to rub your clit quickly, feeling your orgasm coming on quickly.

“Fuck you feel so good, angel. Make me feel so good,” Rafe moaned before sucking on the sensitive spot on your neck. You came with a moan of his name, head collapsing onto his shoulder as he continued to pump into you. His thrusts became faster as he chased his release. You kissed any piece of skin your lips could reach as his thrusts became sloppier, breathing heavier than before. He came loudly, grunting as he filled your pussy with spurts of white ropes. You rocked your hips lightly, helping him through his orgasm before stilling completely.

Your foreheads rested together, breath mingling in the space between. You sat like that for what felt like eternity, a moment frozen in time. You savored the feeling of Rafe’s cock in you, your combined juices leaking out of you and dripping down his shaft and your thighs. Rafe gave you a few gentle pecks, fingers massaging the back of your head. For a moment he felt complete, invincible, fucking incredible.

You stayed together until Rafe was completely soft in you. You reluctantly lifted yourself off his lap, the both of you whimpering at the loss of contact. You sneaked across the hallway to the bathroom, wiping yourself clean and doing your business. You returned to your room, grabbing your laptop from the trunk at the end of you bed and snuggled back up next to Rafe.

His eyes were still closed, head resting against the wall. He was so still you thought he might have fallen asleep, until his eyes opened and looked down at you, a lazy and utterly joyful smile gracing his features. You smiled back up at him, giving him a quick kiss before opening the laptop.

“Want to watch The X-Files?”

He grinned, wrapping an arm around you and snuggling deeper into the pillows.

“Oh, hell yeah.”

You giggled at his enthusiasm, clicking open the webpage and starting the episode.

Rafe held you tight in his arms, but for once he wasn’t afraid of you disappearing. As the sun beamed in through the blinds, casting light across your bedroom floor, Rafe allowed himself a moment to be selfish, and let his dreams see the light of day.

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It’s You Ch 2 | Chris Evans 🖤

Summary : moving to a new place, not knowing a single person, wasn’t what you had in mind. But wanting a fresh start was the main goal. Little did you know, you were now living next door to none other than Chris Evans.

A/N : I am glad you all enjoyed the first part! It really means the world to me! I don’t know where Chris lives or if he even has nearby neighbors but it’s called fan fiction for a reason. Lol. Please don’t be afraid to leave feedback! Good or bad!

Also, sorry if there are errors. I’m writing on my phone and I’m too lazy to proof read my stuff 😩 I do this to myself. Anyways, ENJOY!

Part One

It’s been months since you moved into your new house, and thingns we’re finally coming together, just the way you wanted it.

Moving to Boston was something you were nervous but also excited for. You were tired of your hometown, tired of seeing the same faces and being reminded of past loves who only ended up hurting you.

So you wanted to start a new chapter in your life. Find passion in yourself again and just be happy with being alone. Something you haven’t felt in such a long time.

But then Chris came along.

As hard as you tried to focus on your life, you couldn’t help but constantly think about him. Think about the way he licks his finger after playing with the rim of his cup when he comes over for coffee on your days off. Or about the way he sings off key to Disney songs when you both get drunk and have a marathon at his place.

Your feelings were growing deeper and deeper and it was beginning to scare you. But of course, your mind would start to work overtime, and you would begin to overthink everything. Wondering why he would waste his time with someone like you when he could literally have any one else. Maybe because you were there? Living next door, made it convenient for him?

Whatever it was, you tried to enjoy it either way. Before it was over.

Chris liked spending his time with you.

Sure, he thought you were attractive but actually getting to know you, made you even more attractive.

Being with you wasn’t hard. It wasn’t scripted or felt forced.

It was as if he had known you all his life.

Then out of nowhere, one day when he was over, spending a casual Saturday at your house, he finally realized this was more than just platonic....

“Okay, so it’s my turn to cook for you!” You exclaimed, walking over to your kitchen.

Chris followed in pursuit, watching you with a soft smile on his lips.

“I don’t think I want to die tonight.” He teased.

You stopped in your steps and turned to face him, with your eyes so big, trying hard not to laugh.

“Excuse me, I’m one hell of a chef. Thank you very much.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He walked over to the sink, to wash his hands. “I’ll help—“

“Nope! I got this.”

You scrunched you’re nose at him before turning your back to him once again. That little banter was one of the things Chris loved.

Even though, it had been months of hanging out with Chris, it was still so surreal to be around him. Around the guy you had loved watching on movies, and hoped to one day meet.

Your life was a literal fan fiction, but you didn’t seem to mind.

Even though it all felt too good to be true, you wanted to bask in every moment of it.

You looked over the recipe and grabbed what you needed, except for the salt.

Chris thought it would be funny to put it on the top shelf in the cupboard every time he came over, so you had to climb up on the counter to get it.

Letting out a sigh, you looked at him and all he could do was smirk.

“I’m tired of this shit, Chris.” You chuckled. “Come over here and get the damn salt.”

His soft laugh, the one that was barely loud enough but still able to reach your ears, always made you swoon.

“Wait, are you asking me for help? Is this really happening?”

“Chris, you know damn well that if the salt was in the right place, I wouldn’t have to ask.” You muttered, pulling your hair up into a messy bun. “Now please, walk your giant ass over here and put it where it belongs.”

Chris had a rag in his hands to dry off the water from washing his hands. He tossed it over to the other side of the kitchen, before walking over to you.

Once he was by your side, he caught your attention. “You said you got it—“ he muttered as he placed his hands on either sides of your hips, forcing your breath to hitch to the back of your throat. “So get it yourself.” He whispered.

Before you knew it, your feet were off the ground, and You were now able to reach the salt. With Chris holding you up, you knew at this very moment, you were screwed.

The way his fingers curved around you, and how your body leaned against his, it was almost like torture.

You were fighting yourself from giving in. Fighting to keep your fantasies to a minimum and not let any emotion show.

Once you grabbed what you needed, he carefully put you down, not taking his hands off you. But you were so close to each other, you swore you could hear his heart beat.

His gaze held yours, making you feel like he could undress you with those eyes of his.

It was beginning to make you hot just by the thought.

You were able to snap out of it, and clear your throat, breaking the tension between you.

Chris realized he made a tricky move, something that could have made things worse.

He took a step back, to lean on the counter and control his thoughts of you.

‘Keep it together’ he repeated to himself.

“Now stop moving my shit around.” You forced out, glancing at him.

Chris nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Yes ma’am.” His voice was low.

‘God damn it. Keep it to-fucking-gether!!’

A few hours had passed. You were both laughing once again, not letting that moment from earlier ruin the night.

Things were back to normal again.

Scott decided to join the two of you, which he did almost every other weekend, even if Chris couldn’t make it.

He became someone you could trust. And that was hard for you.

“I swear Chris had no secrets with our mom. He literally ran home to tell her he lost his virginity.” Scott cackled, before taking a sip of his beer.

“I was excited!”

“Aww that’s so cute! You were such a mommy’s boy.” You teased.

“Were? He still is.”

Scott looked at his phone and couldn’t believe the time. “Shit, it’s already midnight!” He exclaimed. “I have to wake up in a few hours for my flight.”

With that, he propped up to his feet and gave both you and Chris a quick hug, before walking back to Chris’ house.

“I didn’t realize it was that late.” You yawned, walking the plates over to the sink.

“Guess you lose track when you’re having fun.” Chris said, helping you with the dishes.

You stopped and looked over at him, your eyes slightly bloodshot from exhaustion and the alcohol.

“I need to get this off my chest because it’s been killing me.” You muttered, feeling a bit delirious.

Chris cocked his brow, and focused his full attention on you. “Is everything okay?”

This was it. Word vomit. The thing you did when you had no control over yourself and acted before you thought it through.

“I’ve read fan fiction about you.” You confessed. “And I know that makes me sound like a stalker or whatever, but I promise you that I never in a million years thought I’d be living next door to you.”

Chris stood there, baffled and slightly amused as you went on.

“Yes I think you’re attractive, but I didn’t buy this house because of you. I honestly didn’t even know where you lived!!” You said. “I’ve had shitty relationships and shitty friends and—I just needed a fresh start. My job was able to transfer me out here and this was the second house I looked at and just fell in love—I promise—“

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I believe you.” He chuckled. “I have never thought of you as a stalker or creepy. Weird? Yes but that’s okay.”

You could tell he was trying to lighten up the mood.

But once the realization of what you had just said, dawned on you, you were mortified. “I can’t believe I just told you that.”

Chris belted our into laughter, as he pulled you into him. His arms curled around your waist while you laid your head on his chest.

This was the place you loved being in. Being in his arms, it felt like nothing could ever hurt you again. And it was honestly exactly what you needed.

“So—“ he drawled out. “Do you still read fan fiction about me?”

You took a step back to lock your gaze with his. “Out of all the things I said, that’s what you cling on too?”

“I’m just curious!” He chuckled. “Were they dirty stories? Or—“

“I’m NOT telling you! It’s bad enough that I embarrassed myself telling you I read anything at all!”

Chris could only laugh, clutching his hand over his chest.

You playfully swatted his arm, trying hard not to laugh with him.

“I hate you.” You said, hiding your smile. “This stays between us! If you tell anyone, I swear I will kick your ass!”

“Can you even reach my ass?”

“Are those fighting words, Evans? Because I can throw hands, real quick.”

He took a short step closer to you, his eyes looking darker than usual, with desire. He glanced down at your lips, then back up and locked his gaze with yours.

“I’d like to see you try.” He whispered.

‘Is this really happening?!’

You wanted to kiss him right there and then. To grab his collar, pull him in and taste those plump lips of his that you had been craving to taste.

But you were frozen, lost in his trance.

It wasn’t until The sound of Chris’ phone going off, you were finally able to snap out of it.

It was a text from Scott, asking where he had put the suitcase.

“I got to go.” He muttered, looking slightly bummed about having to leave. “I’ll come over tomorrow to help you with your new book case.”

You swallowed hard, and nodded. “Sounds good. Give Dodger a kiss for me.”

“Will do.” He pulled you in for a tight hug, which lingered longer than it should have. “Good night Y/N.”

Chris turned on his heels and started toward his house, leaving you speechless yet again. He always knew how to do that to you.

“Dammit Y/N.” You mumbled to yourself. “Why don’t you ever learn to keep your mouth shut.”

As Chris walked into his house, all he could think about was you. And even after blurting out everything, it didn’t seem to faze him.

“Oh damn.” Scott said, catching his brothers attention.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Nothing, I’ll tell you when the times right. But for now, please help me find that damn suitcase! This is what I get for packing last minute!”

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Chapter Three

Body Heat and Bonfires - Ace x reader

One Piece of summer challenge - week 3

part of the challenge hosted by @doctorgerth​ & @laws-yellow-submarine​ I’m attempting all 11 weeks, 11 different prompts and 11 different characters! Enjoy!

Prompt: Bonfire - Character: Ace - Word count: 1.3k

Being a couple with a commander of the Whitebeard pirates wasn’t always easy. Ace was busy a lot of the time, and while he did his utmost best to make some time for you, it just wasn’t always possible. Whenever everyone was on the ship, you’d have some downtime in between the usual chores, but it got harder when Ace brought out the striker to go on a mission to some nearby island, and you had to stay behind, just because he knew he’d be distracted by your wonderful presence, and sometimes his missions were dangerous. Didn’t matter that you were a pirate too, and a pretty strong one at that, he was very protective of you and didn’t want you coming along most of the time. 

Every now and then he’d make an exception, and those were some of the best days of your life. No teasing from the crew, some privacy, making your own rules and schedule as much as the mission allowed it, it was amazing.

Today was another one of those days. Marco needed some specific herbs for the infirmary, and Whitebeard himself had requested some other goods that were only available at this one island. Ace had volunteered to go get them, that way the ship wouldn’t have to go off course for supplies that could be gathered in a matter of hours. The mission seemed easy and safe enough, so Ace asked if you wanted to come along. You grabbed your bag as if it wasn’t already packed and waiting for the next adventure with your freckled boyfriend.

You loved the trips to the island, your arms wrapped around your boyfriend’s warm and strong torso as he steered the striker in the right directions, sometimes accelerating or making a quick turn, making your stomach flip in a good way, as if you were on a roller coaster, laughing and giggling as you held on tighter and leaned against his back. The wind played with your hair. It was a beautiful summer day, and nothing could spoil this trip, even though it had barely started. 

The feeling didn’t last that long unfortunately. The two of you had only just arrived at the island, and everywhere you went there were hard stares, women taking their children away, and doors getting slammed shut. Truth be told, you hadn’t really done your research and neither you or Ace had taken the trouble to cover up your tattoos -too hot for a shirt, Ace had said, and yours was generally visible unless you covered up completely- and thus your arrival wasn’t really welcomed by the inhabitants of this island, two pirates were two too many.

You pouted as you walked the street hand in hand. Ace, polite as he was, had tried introducing the two of you and had tried explaining you meant no harm. You just wanted the herbs and goods, a nice meal for the evening and a place to sleep, and then you’d be on your way again. Of course, these people were way to distrusting of pirates to be swayed by your boyfriends polite smiles and bows, and you were growing increasingly frustrated. 

“Ace~”, you whined, “at this pace were not even going to get the stuff we need”. 

“I know, I know...” Ace squeezed your hand reassuringly. He sounded confident, but his smile had been faltering. He too wanted to enjoy a day off with you, but his duties still came first, and he was slowly losing hope of the mission going as smoothly as planned. He was getting tired of walking around streets that grew empty the moment the two of you got within line of sight, and even more tired of doors slamming in your faces, or not even opening at all. The last thing he wanted to do was resort to violence. It was not necessary, and he wasn’t going to give Pops a bad name by doing so. 

Eventually, after a lot of bargaining, you managed to get the most necessary supplies, but it was getting dark, and hopes of decent dinner as well as a nice bed to sleep in were getting smaller and smaller. 

“We can go back to the ship?” 

You could only pout in response. Not only would that ruin the whole trip, but you weren’t too keen on riding the striker in the middle of the night, the endless sea looking a lot more intimidating. Besides, Ace hadn’t fallen asleep for a while and it would be dangerous if he got a bout of narcolepsy while getting the two of you back. You relayed those thoughts to him, and he seemed to overthink them for a bit, eventually concluding that you were right. 

“Okay... camping on the beach it is?”

You nodded. It wouldn’t be ideal, but you’ve had worse sleeping conditions. You managed to get a little bit of food from a shopkeeper that was too intimidated to show you guys the door, and then made your way over to the beach. It was dark now, and the warmth of the sun that had been so prominent throughout the day was now completely gone. You shuddered. 

“Are you cold babe?”  “A little”, you said as you grabbed onto his arm and nuzzled his shoulder, “Good thing I am dating a man made of fire.”  He chuckled in response, and playfully moved away from you for a bit. “I’ll make us a nice bonfire”  You stuck your tongue out at him, very well knowing that he could make a thousand fires and you’d still snuggle close tonight, but you indulged in his teasing now. It was adorable as he tried, you knew fully well he was looking forward to cuddles just as much as you were. 

You were no strangers to camping, and within little time you had made a small shelter, Ace had made the fire, and the both of you had made yourself comfortable, eating the food you had gotten earlier. It was not much, but enough to calm the raging appetite your boyfriend usually had for a little while. You leaned against him, his arm around your shoulder keeping you close as you stared into the fire. The dancing of flames always mesmerized you, and it amused Ace, he loved seeing the flames cast different shade patterns on your face and his heart always thumped a little harder when he saw your perfect smile and sparkling eyes while you sat there with childlike amazement every single time you saw fire. 

He could only enjoy the view for a short while, because he felt his muscles give in and before he could even say something, his head had fallen forward, and if it were not for your support, his entire body, as a narcolepsy attack came over him. You laid him down carefully, made sure his neck was properly positioned, and laid down next to him, snuggling close, and tracing the freckles on his shoulders as you yawned. 

It was still kind of cold, but the heat of the fire, combined with Ace’s always high body temperature had made the goosebumps on your skin disappear and you were pretty sure that soon you would be perfectly fine temperature wise, and you felt your eyelids growing heavy. Seeing as it was late, and you’d probably head back first time in the morning -no use trying to have a day out in a place where you were not welcome- Ace would probably sleep through the night, and you decided to get some sleep as well. 

You propped yourself up on one arm, and did your usual evening routine, something you did no matter Ace’s state. A kiss to his left cheek, a kiss to his right, a kiss on his nose, and finally one on his lips. A lazy smile formed on his, but he did not wake up as you whispered goodnight. 

Not the worst trip you had been on. 

Hidden Scars

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Chapter 10

Her breaths are broken, her groan vibrating when it crashes against your ear. You whine and squirm beneath her, unable to anything else, shutting your eyes tight when her tongue laps at the shell, mimicking the movements of her fingers as she enters you - the first languid and soothing, the latter brutal and overwhelming.

“Got one more for daddy?”

You know the game, you like that game, where she affirms her power, delights in you messy state as you writhe under her, keen at her words, obey at every little command obediently. Utterly spent, you continue rocking your hips over her hand just because she’s asked you so, and you’re determined to give her exactly what she wants. All your muscles twitching almost painfully now, you ground yourself to her hand as she draws another climax out of you, a lazy, quick one that leaves you breathless and aching.

Miranda has you on your back in an instant. She spins you around like you’re weightless and, too spent to protest and fight her, you fall limply back on the disheveled bed, trying to look at her through hooded eyes.

In the plain light of the day, you take her in: tousled hair, mouth agape as she passes labored breaths that threaten to become moans, her neck flushed, her eyes dark with lust. Miranda is beautiful above you, wearing nothing but goosebumps and freckles. She’s not wearing leather, she doesn’t have her hair tied up like when she’s ready to fight, she’s not wielding a weapon, and yet, like this, naked and vulnerable in front of you, she is the most intimidating, a tinge of violence constantly flashing in her eyes in these rare moments, doesn’t matter if she’s giving or taking.

She climbs over you, a feral smirk splaying on her lips when she claims your mouth, and the lack of oxygen in your lungs makes it hard to breathe, and she knows you’re struggling, but she doesn’t stop, suckling at your tongue, her teeth tugging at your lip.

Still not completely recovered, you try to reach for her, eager to return the favor, eager to show how much you cherish these times, just the two of you - no troubles, no outside dangers, no idle future, no questions, no doubts, no regrets, just you - eager to make her feel as good as she made feel you, eager to help Miranda her release, but she grabs both of your wrists, pins your hands above her head, and lowers herself on the juncture of your thigh.

Deliciously trapped beneath her, you can feel the heat radiating from her core before her slickness touches the jut of your hip. When your skin meets the softness of her folds, you don’t know which one of you moans the loudest.

You follow her movement as best at your possibilities, bound like you are, watching her through hooded eyes while she practically humps your leg, frantically chasing her release. The animalistic vibe of the act is all Miranda, yearning and wanting to get everything immediately, as if she’s running out of time, as if she’s expecting someone around the corner ready to snatch something under her nose; you would reassure her, touch her, slow her motions if you could, but you can just watch and indulge her, returning the kiss when she searches your lips again and seal them into a fierce kiss, suffocating her own whimpers into your mouth as she crashes over the edge.

She tastes like coffee. It lingers on your tongue when she parts from you, rolls off your body with a huff.

Miranda strokes her own hair off her face as she closes her eyes, her whole expression and demeanor incredibly relaxed in her post-coital bliss.

You prop yourself on the headboard, rubbing at the back of your neck to loosen the taut muscles that have started to ache, your breath still hasty, your head empty while you watch her grabbing blindly at the clothes scattered on the bed, with startling precision, as if she knows exactly where she’s thrown them in the frenzy of the moment.

You watch her sliding her briefs over the toned legs, the way her hips tilt and heave off the mattress when she snaps the band over her waist, and then she’s pulling on her trousers too, and in the silence of the room, your breaths are joined only by the subtle rustle of the fabric, of the zip being closed. You swallow through a partially dried throat when she clips on her bra, and then it’s her black shirt’s turn - the satin molding against her torso perfectly - she closes all the small buttons, and then stuffs it inside her trousers to complete the look. Exhaling, she slumps back on the bed, a hand carding through her own hair.

You are trying your best not to cry.

Miranda has her eyes closed, but you know that small detail won’t stop her from knowing that there’s a silent tear running down your cheek - you don’t want her to know, even if she wouldn’t probably ask questions to avoid unnecessary conversation - but the fact remains, that you don’t want her to know. Even though she probably knows, by now, that you’re trying not to: there’s no escape from that, there’s no escape from her.

It’s so helpless and yet there’s nothing more you crave, to be her property, and in fact, you are: some days, the scar on your shoulder just pulsates with energy as if it were alive - now it is. It’s insane. Maybe you are going insane, your unhealthy yearning of being possessed by that cruel woman it’s the logical proof that your mind is definitely corrupted and that there’s nothing you can do about it.

You’re still trying your best not to cry, but the tears are already there, blurring your sight just slightly.

You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood and you inhale slowly when you taste copper on your tongue.

You’re trying your best, but you’re failing miserably - you wish you could simply let it be, let it all go, take whatever she gives you, and forget about the rest, but you just can’t.

Miranda is too much, she’s the trigger to too many things inside you that you struggle to comprehend, things that cannot be ignored.

“I can hear you thinking.” Miranda exhales. You know she’s annoyed, but her curiosity must’ve taken over if she’s decided to talk. “Just say it and stop ruining your pretty lip.”

You stop chewing immediately. Swallowing, you turn off the section in your brain that usually does the overthinking: if you make her wait long enough, you’re going to regret it and deny you even a smile for days. You won't bear it.

“Will I ever touch you properly?” You blurt out, starting to fidget with your fingers. Planting your nails into the heel of your palm is a good alternative to ground yourself to the present. “Not because you let me but because I want to?”

“Does it matter?” Miranda exhales out a long puff of air, clearly vexed. “Don’t be annoying, we were doing so good.”

“It’s just a question. I’m curious.” You shrug, trying to make it sound casual, but you both know you still have to master your lying skill when you’re upset about something, especially when it’s something about Miranda. “I would really like to know if-”

“Zip it.” She shushes harshly. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, you shouldn't have if you weren’t ready to listen to whatever I had to say.” You retort, wincing when you press too hard into your skin and a tiny peel chips off.

Miranda cracks an eye open.

“Is that what’s going on inside that little head of yours?” She asks, somewhat rhetorically, but you don’t know if she thinks that, yes, that’s it, or there’s more. “Is that all?”

You open your mouth to speak, but soon enough, your lips fall close again.

Miranda scoffs, unimpressed. She closes her eyes again, laid her head on her bent arm, and exhales comfortably as she rests.

You can’t do this anymore.

She said you were hers, the scar testified that… but what does it mean, exactly? People think being alone is the scariest thing in the world, but they’re wrong: lying to yourself is far worse.

You love her.

In a sickening, twisted, wrong way, you love Miranda, a woman whose last name you ignore - whose most of her life is a mystery to you.

You’ve fallen in love with the captor that has imprisoned you in her own apartment for months, and you can’t even identify the moment you were screwed. You’ve started it to admit weeks ago, since the first time you’ve written it into your notebook and then tore the page apart.

It’s insane and sickening. And also hopeless. You love Miranda.

The hardest thing is that you can’t tell her of course. You wouldn’t be able to bear her laughing at you, thinking it’s a game or a joke, just like you wouldn’t be able to bear her looking at you and coldly reject you, moving on with the next task of the day like nothing happened, brushing you aside like the object you are - her property, her toy to play with, in the way she finds more suitable.

“Didn’t think so.” Miranda hums softly, a cocky smirk tugging at her lips.

“I-” Again, you’re at a loss of words, your bravery dying with them somewhere midway in your throat.

The wound on your palm from where she cuffed in your cell had healed, the wound on your neck where she pressed her knife disappeared, the bruises on your body faded, the scratches on your skin gone, the numbness in your mouth forgotten, the burnt imprints on your chest, too.

There is nothing left, nothing permanent, except the scar on your back, her initial forever carved in your flesh, the eternal reminder that you belong to her. You do, body and mind. And heart. It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t belong to you in return.

“What?” She snarls suddenly, her voice is urgent, impatient. “What do you want to say? Just spit it out already!”

“I- I love you.”

The words come out before you can even attempt to stop them. You can’t even decide whether to blame your brain or your mouth or your total lack of self-control. You gape at her, unable to do anything else, scared you might be dead if you even breathe too loudly.

Miranda is looking at you with a blank expression. She is staring. Her brow pinches, her head tilts.

“What?” She barks, making you jerk.

Miranda jerks too, pushing herself upright. She blinks and then, slowly, she turned her head away from you. She swallows, draws a couple of breaths, you can see her jaw moving like she usually does when she’s pressing her tongue against the rows of her teeth, normally she does that when she’s deep in her thoughts and nothing can even try to distract her. She’s brooding now.

Without uttering a single word, you see her bending down, retrieve her boots, zipping and buckling them up, one at the time.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, desperate to have any kind of reaction from her.

She’s deaf to your callings.

As if she’s under some sort of spell, she snatches something from her nightstand, shoves something else into her pockets from the drawers in her desk, slams the laptop screen close.

In a matter of seconds, she’s walking out of her own room.

“I’ll take it back?” You try again, fubling as you pull up your pants and t-shirt. Blindly, you slip on your pre-laced sneakers and stumble on your own feet when you try to chase after her.

You haven’t run for long, but your heart is thrumming in your chest anyway. You stop dead in your tracks in the small corridor outside the bedroom: Miranda is a few feet from you, next front of the door.

With horror, you see her reaching out for her coat. The keys rattle in the bowl when she retrieves them, the knife is the next to fall into her right pocket.

“Where are you going?” You ask, your voice is urgent. “Miranda, you said it would be too dangerous to leave the apartment, right now!” You remind her, echoing her own words of a few days prior when she informed you with a wide grin that the two of you would’ve spent quite a lot of time together.

The fact that she paid extra attention to lock every door and every window and check all the corners to the extent to seem obsessed didn’t go unnoticed. You asked her the reason why she was acting so cautious and only after the fourth time - some punishment for being petulant and insistent and the same amount of climaxes to pass the time - she finally gave in and told you that it would be dangerous to go outside for a while, a few days maybe, a week top. She even let you choose take-out, yesterday.

Going out isn’t safe yet. Even if you often lose track of time, the day blending into the night while your combined sleeping schedules got fucked up because of all the fucking around and fucking about, you're aware that it’s too soon to go out. It’s been a few days, but certainly not a week.

Of course, she doesn’t answer - why would she, Miranda never explains everything. Why would you think on this special occasion she would make an exception?

“Miranda!” You call her again, but she has already opened the door, storming out of the apartment without a single word.

You run after her without thinking twice.

You call for her, reaching out for her even if you’re aware she’s too distant for that, and when you’re sure you’ll be left alone in the apartment for God-knows-how-long, your foot slides in the small crack, your shoe catching the door an inch before it can lock itself close.

Okay, so somebody wanted an actual Davenzi underwater kiss, and somebody else wanted them to finally kiss in the kitchen, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

“Ugh,” Matteo whines, while he tries to unstick his damp shirt from his body, “Why does it have to be this hot?”

David doesn’t dignify Matteo’s complaint with an answer. It’s August, they’re stuck in the city, it’s going to be hot. They are trying to beat the heat with an old rickety fan and lots and lots of homemade lemonade, but after a week of unrelenting sunshine, the heat has crept into the flat and nothing really helps anymore.

“I want another shower,” Matteo says. David hums in agreement, but neither of them makes a move. It’s not like it’s doing any good, anyway – as long as they are actually standing under the water, they feel blissfully cool, but as soon as they turn it off, they get clammy again and by the time they have pulled on some boxers and a shirt they are sweaty again.

Even now, when the sun is almost set, it is still stifling in Matteo’s room, and the ancient fan isn’t doing much to get the air moving.

“Let’s go swim,” David suddenly says, and Matteo looks up.

“What? Swimming? Now? I thought you didn’t like swimming.”

“I don’t mind, it’s just, with the others, you know, I have to keep on a binder, and it’s not very comfy. But if we go to the lake now, there will probably not be too many people, and when it’s just the two of us I can take of my binder and just keep a shirt on.”

Oh. Matteo didn’t think about that. Once again, he feels wholly inadequate. He really should have thought about that, all the times he dragged David along to the lake with the rest of their friends.

“Hey,” David says, putting a hand on Matteo’s knees, “don’t worry. I can see you overthinking it, and it’s no big deal.”

“It is to me, though,” Matteo replies after a minute. “I’m your boyfriend, I should have been more considerate, I shouldn’t have made you come along, I should have asked you why you never went into the water, hell, I should have figured it out myself. I’m the worst.”

He hides his head between his arms, ashamed.

“No, Teo… Honestly, we’ve only been together for a few months, how could you know everything? You have learned so much already, and you’ve never crossed any of my boundaries. I could have told you, sooner, too. And besides, honestly, I wanted to hang out with you guys at the lake, even if I chose not to swim.”

Matteo lets out a small whimper, and David immediately pulls him in for a full-body hug, heat be damned.

“I swear, you have nothing to feel bad about! Teo, believe me, I’m not upset and you shouldn’t be either.”

“Still,” Matteo mutters darkly, not completely willing to forgive himself quite as easily as David does.

“Okay, well,” his boyfriend sighs, letting go of him, “make it up to me then, if you really want to insist, by going to the lake with me now.”

Clearly, Matteo has no other choice but to go along after that. Not that he minds too much. A semi-private dip in the lake will make for a nice change, after trying to find a spot between the loud families with small children who crowd the area during the day.

“You grab whatever you need, I’ll go find some towels. We’re going swimming.”

 ***

It honestly is heavenly, to be able to float on the dark surface without worrying about frisbees hitting you in the head. David jumped into the water as soon as they dropped their bikes, with loud cheers, and Matteo couldn’t help but grin as he was hit, once again, with the dizzying knowledge that David was his boyfriend, that David was sharing this with him, Matteo, and nobody else.

They have, of course, David still being David, held a few competitions – first to swim to the little island, biggest splash jumping off the jetty, and the like. But now they are just peacefully floating, occasionally bumping into each other. It couldn’t be more perfect, the air still warm, the stars bright above them.

“There one more contest we need to decide,” David suddenly says, his voice coming from somewhere to Matteo’s left.

“Yeah? Which one of us can go the longest without betting on some silly competition? I win,” Matteo snorts, not really wanting to give up this lazy feeling for another show of athletics. David always wins, anyway.

“No, seriously,” David replies, and he is suddenly right next to Matteo.

Sighing, Matteo tumbles around, so he is treading water and looking at David.

“Okay, fine,” he grumbles. “What is it?”

David looks at him solemnly, and even in the dim light, Matteo can see his eyes are dark.

“I bet I can hold my breath for longer than you,” he says slowly. His voice is low, and Matteo’s breath hitches in his throat.

Instantaneously, he is back in that abandoned pool – the one they’ve been saying they need to go back to all summer, but they never followed through, and secretly Matteo doesn’t mind, because in his head, it is this magical place, the place where he first kissed David, and the place where he found him, finally, after all those weeks of misunderstandings and secrets and fear.

He realizes with a jolt he is staring at David, and then a smirk breaks through on his face.

“Oh, you bet, do you? On three. One, two, three.”

They take in a big gulp of air at the same time, and attempt to stare each other down for all of five seconds, before Matteo grabs David’s shoulders and pushes him down. The other boy goes willingly, though, a smile on his face. It’s not like they weren’t thinking the same thing. There is only one thing they do underwater, really. Matteo follows David, and once they are submerged, their mouths find each other.

They come up, clutching at each other’s waist, gasping for air, but not for long, because as soon as they breach the surface, they kiss again, hungry, as if it’s that first time again, and at the same time, they can be leisurely about it, exploring each other without haste, with all the security that comes from knowing there will be a thousand more kisses to come.

 ***

They get back to the flat share in the dead of the night, their lips swollen, and their skin wrinkled from being in the water too long.

“I’m kinda hungry,” Matteo whispers, as David tries to push him against the door to kiss some more.

“Figures,” David mutters. “I’m trying to seduce you, Florenzi, and all you can think of is food.”

“You know me,” Matteo laughs, as he saunters out of David’s hold and into the kitchen. “When am I not thinking about food, huh?”

David follows his boyfriend, and catches him sticking his head into the fridge, which is likely empty.

“I can think of a few moments you definitely did not think about food,” he retorts, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Matteo giggles.

“Okay, so I am either thinking about food, or about how hot you are. Sounds perfectly normal.”

David can’t help but grin back. Matteo almost melts at how adorable he is – hair still wet, stuck against his temple, eyes dark and that beautiful smile on his face. Matteo wants to keep staring at it forever, but his growling stomach has other plans.

“There’s really nothing to eat.”

“Really? Nothing? Not even cheese sandwiches?” David rummages through the cupboards. “Preferably without whipped cream, though,” he adds, as an afterthought.

And maybe tonight is the day for reminiscing, because they look at each other, and they know they are back to that day, when David disappeared. They have talked about it, and it’s not a painful memory at all.

“Those were the best sandwiches you ever had, Schreibner, and you know it!”

David laughs.

“It’s a good thing I was so into you, Florenzi, otherwise I wouldn’t have bitten into those atrocities for a million euro. Luckily you make better pasta than sandwiches.”

“Oh, so you’re only with me for my pasta,” Matteo jokes, while he has finally found some cheese, likely Hans’, and heats the toaster.

“It’s definitely a plus,” David replies, keeping up the banter.

“I wanted to kiss you, that day, you know,” Matteo says, and David knows, of course he does.

“And then again after the party.”

They look at each other, waiting for the cheese to be grilled.

“Mia had to come in and ruin our first kiss.”

They grin. There’s no heat behind the words.

“So much better to have it ruined by some frightening guard and a German shepherd.”

They cannot contain their laughter now, now that they can think about it without all the confusion and worry they felt back then.

“Have we ever actually kissed here, then?”

Matteo has to think about it. They probably have, some early morning while waiting for the coffee to be ready, or a quick peck while Matteo was cooking, but he cannot pinpoint anything. David seems to ponder his question, too, and he gives Matteo a blank look.

“Really? Two near-miss first kisses, and we never even rectified that?”

Matteo shrugs, but David apparently is offended by the idea.

“Teo! We need to kiss, right here, right this very moment!”

Laughter bubbles up in Matteo’s throat.

“Jesus, you don’t have to make it sound like such a chore. As if I wouldn’t kiss you anywhere and everywhere. And all the time, too, if you’d let –”

His words are lost in David’s mouth.

Soon, they forget everything else – almost first kisses, wished for first kisses, actual first kisses – and just get lost in their millionth kiss, or billionth, or trillionth – who is counting, anyway.

Kyoka Jiro x Kaminari Denki Part Two

Word count (pt.2): 1716

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Part three 

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Kaminari Denki woke up that morning groggily, throwing off the blanket to the side, a hand reaching down to scratch his exposed stomach before sitting up with the loudest yawn- running his fingers through his yellow locks- before drooping his shoulders, head-turning to the digital alarm clock.

Eight-Thirty AM.

Today was the day. The highlight of his high-school life about to begin the moment he steps out of the building; he couldn’t wait to meet up with the rest of his buddies and classmates. The arcade, karaoke, and beach called out to him and he quickly jumped out of bed. “Come on buddy, new day, great day!”  Grabbing his mobile- he scrolled through the group chat of class 3-A, the class president is the first to be up and greeting everyone a good morning, affirming whether they were all awake, he was already radiating authority and optimism this early in the morning.

As expected from the class president, the emergency exit guy.

Everyone seemed to be active in the group chat, expressing their excitement even Todoroki had gone about explaining what pair of swimming trunks to take. ‘The red one… Or the blue?’ with Bakugou replying with ‘Live up to your name you half n half bastard!’

It caused Denki to snort, skimming through the chat, giving replies of his own as he sauntered about the room, running his fingers through disheveled strands and picking whatever item needed for today- lazily prepping his duffle bag- until he noticed something off. Everyone on the group chat was online except for one particular person. Kyoka Jiro.

Now that Denki thought of it, she hadn’t been very excited for the trip, avoiding the topic as a whole, not to mention she in general just wasn’t herself. On edge is how he would word it. He wasn’t very book smart, but Denki was always quick to notice these things, being socially intelligent and all. Without hesitation he pressed the green call button, waiting for the call to get through as he pressed the device to his ear and plopped himself on his bed, back against the wall. The two weren’t best friends per se, but they were still close and understood each other on a different level, he respected and admired her.... maybe a little too much, but he wondered if she felt the same way.

“I doubt it…”

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Kyoka Jiro was in deep sleep when the buzzing of her phone woke her from her slumber, with squinted eyes she couldn’t believe the name displayed on her phone and perceived it as her in a dream, deciding to roll to her side comfortably, the blanket huddled up under her chin- not until the buzzing started to annoy her that she checked her phone with a frustrated sigh and realized it was indeed Kaminari Denki calling. She rubbed her eyes and pinched herself now fully aware that she was not dreaming. “Heck?”

But why would he be calling?

Deciding to stop overthinking, she sat up and answered her phone with a lazy hello, covering up her stutters with a yawn or an annoyed sigh, a hand reaching up to play with her dark strands. “Oh! Jiro! Morning~!” There was amusement laced in his voice, Jiro flinched, having just woken up, she didn’t need to hear Denki’s energetic voice so early…

…

Wait… What was today…?!

Drawing her curtains open, she was met with the piercing sunlight, cursing under her breath as she shielded her eyes momentarily, the room now bright enough for her to glance at the clock mounted to the wall. “Shit…”

She could hear laughter on the other side of the line, inciting a groan from her. “You totally forgot, didn’t you?” The female was tempted to snap, but bit her lip and instead smiled at his joyous hilarity, her chest swelling up as she pressed the device closer to her ear. “Yeah, yeah. It’s not funny, y’know?” She breathed out, fully awake and aware of her surroundings, she still had time to get ready and leave to meet up with the girls, they agreed to meet up at Tsuyu’s place which wasn’t too far. Stepping to her closet, she shuffled around to pick out her clothes with Denki still chortling in the background. “Can’t help it, it’s not like you to be late or forgetful.” He wasn’t wrong, with how anxious she was about today, she ended up sleeping quite late because of a certain person invading her thoughts, little did she know he would be the first she’d talk to, and it helped ease her mind; miraculously. Maybe because she didn’t have to /face/ him at this very moment.

“I guess. A-Anyway, thanks for calling… to uh wake me up…” She trailed off, cursing under her breath for her awkwardness, she could hear him exhale, picking up on every sound that was emitted by him, her cheeks red as she patiently waited for him to respond. “Uh… yeah! No probs. See you soon?” Denki had more to say, she waited for him to say more but time was passing by and she needed to get ready. “Yeah… Later.” After hanging up, Jiro stared at her mobile before leaning her head against a wall, the shirt she had picked out earlier; clenched between fingers, before realization dawned upon her, why didn’t she ask him when she had the chance?

Why did he call…? More like, why bother calling in the first place?

Knowing she wasn’t going to get her answers, Jiro continued with her day, following her morning routine, and was soon out hurrying towards Tsuyu’s place greeting the females and explaining her tardiness, excluding the part where Denki called her. She didn’t want to be teased, and Mina would definitely talk loudly about it.

“You’re here now, that’s what matters!” Hagakure exclaimed, patting the other’s back.

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The class finally gathered at their meeting point, the lot of them assembling like that caught a lot of attention so by default they split into groups, some deciding to go shopping instead of the arcade, some had other plans, they promised to meet up again with Tenya Iida throwing in instructions, hands moving in all sorts of ways. “I think we’ll all be fine, Iida…” Izuku Midoriya assured with a sheepish laugh, a hand behind his neck, causing the class president to relax and adjust his glasses. “You’re right, Izuku. Alright! You’re all dismissed!” Everyone mumbled their complaints, they weren’t on a class trip, they didn’t need any babying. “Hey, Hey! The arcade’s right there! Let’s go!” Mina was dragging Jiro towards the direction of the arcade, only to realize the rest of the females weren’t tagging along.

“I get terrible migraines with all the lights; I’ll sit this one out.” Momo explained, lightly rubbing her head with a sympathetic smile, even though it was her idea to go to the arcade and gain an experience of a lifetime, meanwhile Uraraka gestured towards Midoriya with fidgety hands, unable to look at anyone directly in the eye. “I- Maybe I should just check on Deku!” And ran off towards the direction of the freckled boy, Hagakure had disappeared in thin air (No pun intended) Mina explaining she saw her walk off with Ojiro earlier and nudged Jiro with a wink. “They’re cute together, right?” Jiro only laughed sheepishly. “Probably…” and Tsuyu? She simply idled with Tokoyami and Shouji, lounging with them silently, the arcade was not her sort of thing.

Jiro felt betrayed, she certainly didn’t want to spend time with the obnoxious group, knowing full well Denki was there, her stomach churned and she clutched it, despite their short call earlier, all the nerves in her body tensed, this is why she was avoiding this dreadful day, she was stuck with him and Mina did a good job keeping her around. “Oh, Jiro!” She was greeted by the yellow-haired individual, wincing and avoiding his gaze, she was sure he would bring up their previous interaction but surprisingly he didn’t even mention it, not even subtly. “Can we go already?!” Katsuki’s voice boomed, no one flinched at his brash behavior, even Jiro who blankly stared at him, the temperamental bully stormed off on his own while Kirishima ran behind his friend. “Wait up, man!”

“Then hurry the fuck up!” And everyone followed, increasing their pace to catch up to the ticking bomb of a man, at least someone was looking forward to the arcade. As they made their way inside, music and neon lights flooded their vision and hearing, the adrenaline rushing through them and Jiro grinned, the colors of the neon lights reflecting against her skin, the pink and orange and blues called out to her; for a second forgetting all her worries, as much as she liked instruments, the arcade was also her go-to place, she wasn’t a gamer so to say, but now and then she’d spend time playing video games. “Ready to kick some butt?!” Mina challenged the group, running in the direction of the counter to get started with all the games. They were all pumped up, Jiro only stared at them from a distance, a little too shy to open up, as she was lost in her thoughts; once again, a nudge to the shoulder brought her back, Denki purposefully bumped shoulders with Jiro, catching her attention and staring up at him, immediately freezing on the spot. “W-What do you want?” She questioned irritably. “Ready to get your butt kicked?” His confidence radiated as he grinned with his teeth exposed, Jiro responded by straightening her posture shoving her hands into her pockets. “Losers treat winners.”

With a little nudge to his shoulder, Jiro was instantly reminded of their previous interactions, interactions that didn’t involve her getting panicked or flustered around the ball of energy, when things were ‘normal,’ when her feelings were undiscovered and their bond was purely playful and ordinary. This one-sided unrequited love pinched at her chest causing frustration but, just for today… She would enjoy every moment and lock up the feelings that hindered her. These were memories being made for them to keep as they grow older and pursue adulthood and no way would she ruin today because of a one-sided emotion, it wasn’t like Kyoka Jiro at all.

Please Don't Say You Love Me

Word Count: 1617

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, sad fluff

A/N: Request from anonymous

Summary: You always left, always changed the subject or cut him off, just before he could utter those three words. The three, not so little, words that would change everything, the words you feared you might not say back.

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People gathered around as you downed another shot. The small crowd that had begun to steadily grow cheered as you slammed the now empty glass down on the bar. You smiled victoriously, turning to your opponent, who had finished his own shot only seconds after you.

"Pay up Morningstar." You grinned.

Lucifer laughed, handing you a wad of cash. The crowd, sensing that the fun was over began to wander away, resuming whatever they had been doing before you challenged the devil himself to a drinking contest.

"Are you absolutely certain you're human darling? That amount would have knocked any normal person on their ass." Lucifer said.

You shrugged, sliding onto the stool beside him.

"You're just upset I beat you." You teased.

Although it was seldom that you got drunk, but when you did, you could drink with the best of them. It's one of the first things that had drawn Lucifer to you. It was one of the rare nights you decided to party and you had drank three grown men under the table. More accurately when they hit the ground you were still going strong.

"Well I'm sorry my dear, not all of us can unhinge our jaws like a snake. Honestly it was a little mortifying to watch you drink those." Lucifer chuckled.

You moved to give him a playful shove but missed and almost tumbled off the stool. Lucifer was quick to catch you, your face red with embarrassment as he helped you to your feet. His chest shook with laughter, which you found contagious in your intoxicated state.

"Perhaps you're a bit more inebriated than I thought, we best get you home." Lucifer said.

Your laughter faded to a lazy smile, and you nodded. You reached for your keys in your pocket, common sense seemed to have abounded you for the time being. Luckily Lucifer was there, and he quickly snatched your keys from your hand.

"Oh no, I can just see the headlines now, Local woman dies in a fiery crash, honestly love did you think I was going to let you drive yourself home." Lucifer scolded.

You shrugged, laughing a little.

"Guess not."

You pinched his cheek, making him swat your hand away as you broke down in more laughter.

"I've got the best boyfriend, but that supernatural metabolism of yours is so unfair!" Your words began to slur as Lucifer helped you walk towards the exit.

He merely chuckled, agreeing with whatever your drunken mind decided to have you blurt out. The car ride was filled with you insisting you were sober enough to get home on your own. Then following it up with an apology for him having to cut his night short. Lucifer finally pulled into your driveway.

"You are beginning to sound like a broken record, honestly darling I don't mind driving you home." Lucifer assured you.

You smiled, a little more sober than you had been earlier. You swayed only slightly as you stepped out of the Corvette.

"Wait, wait, how am I going to get my car?" You mumbled.

"I'd hardly call that rusted deathtrap a car." Lucifer muttered.

"Hey I've got a lot of memories in Bertha. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining a few days ago, when we were fogging up the windows in the back." You winked.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, shaking his head a little.

"Please don't ruin that memory for me by referring that mutation as Bertha." Lucifer sighed.

"Oh you love those that car."

"The car no, you on the other hand yes, I lo-"

Lucifer let out a surprised noise when you suddenly leaned over the side of the car and pressed your lips against his. You pulled away just before he could start kissing back.

"Goodnight!"

By the time he came back to his senses, you were already inside your house. He sat there for a moment confused before pulling out of your driveway.

~

You watched the black as night car fade from your sight and you sighed. The sound of your jacket hitting the floor could be heard in the quiet house. You stumbled your way to your bedroom, falling forward onto your bed. You turned your head to the side so, you weren't smothering yourself with your pillow.

"That was almost bad."

The thing was you knew exactly what he was about to say. Knew exactly how that sentence would end, and you didn't want to hear it. You just couldn't let him say it. An almost inaudible sigh left your lips and you curled up into a ball, letting yourself drift off to sleep.

~

Lucifer had gotten back to Lux not to long after he left your house, however his desire to party had vanished. Instead, he went up to his penthouse, and settled into one of the tan chairs across from the couch. He placed a hand under his chin, thoughts swimming through his mind.

You had kissed him to keep him from finishing his sentence, to keep him from saying those last three words. The question on his mind though was why.

Why would you stop him?

Why was he just now noticing it wasn't the first time you had stopped those words from rolling off his tongue?

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To say your head hurt when you woke the next morning would have been an understatement. It felt like there was a marching band playing in your skull, and you groaned pitifully. You almost considered just going back to sleep but immediately pushed that thought aside when you heard someone rummaging through your kitchen.

"Lucifer?" You yelled, almost instantly regretting it when your headache got worse.

"Just making you some lunch!" He called back.

Luckily his voice was muffled from being in a different room. You rolled onto your back staring at the ceiling a moment before swing your legs over the side of your bed. You almost cursed when you opened your bedroom door to be hit with a bright beam of sunlight pouring through the window in your hallway.

"Good afternoon, it's about time you got up." Lucifer smiled.

You weren't feeling particularly peppy at the moment so, you gave him a small smile that more resembled a grimace than anything. Lucifer resisted the urge to laugh at your miserable albeit funny state. He placed a bottle of water in front of you when you sat at the table, followed by a few pills. You smiled gratefully at him, taking it quickly.

"Oh I nearly forgot I made you lunch!" He announced a little too loudly.

You flinched at little, and he apologized as he stood to get you a plate. He sat it down in front of you, before retaking his seat beside you. The entire time you ate, Lucifer was silent and patient which immediately made you suspicious. Because Lucifer wasn't a silent nor patient person.

"Ok, what did you do?" You asked swallowing the food in your mouth.

He looked at you confused.

"Nothing."

You narrowed your eyes a little.

"What do you want."

"Nothing."

You set your fork down, sitting back a little, just staring at him. He was silent for a moment before finally caving in.

"Last night, why didn't you let me finish what I was saying?" He asked.

It was your turn to look confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well cut me off, just before I tell you that I-"

"Oh right that."

Lucifer frowned at you.

"You did it again."

You forced a laugh, trying to play it off as if nothing was wrong.

"You're overthinking it Luc."

He didn't look like he believed your phony laugh nor your poor excuse.

"No, I over thought it last night, and you know what I realized my dear? You've never let me say it, you've cut me off or just changed the subject before I could ever even finish saying love. Why is that?"

Your body tensed and your eyes looked everywhere but at him.

"I... is it really that important?" You muttered.

Lucifer's frown deepened, and he began to get a little angry.

"Yes, we've been dating nearly two years, yet, you've never let me tell you that-"

You sat up, grabbing his hands to silence him. Lucifer peered into your eyes, you looked so vulnerable and so scared.

"Please don't say you love me. Please, because I might not say it back." You begged.

"Why, do you not love me?" He sounded hurt and you quickly shook your head.

"No, that not it! I do Lucifer, so very, very much, but if you say that, if you tell me that and I say it back, then this becomes something even more important to me than it is now. If it does then if I lose you, or something happens, it'll hurt so much more. And I just can't handle anymore heartache right now. I will say it to you one day because you mean the world to mean Lucifer. But for now please don't say you love me, because I can't say it back yet."

You weren't sure what response you were expecting from him. Maybe anger, or annoyance, maybe assurance. Lucifer however, simply smiled at you, and raised a hand to your face to lightly caress your cheek. He kissed your forehead.

"I understand Y/N, it's ok, I don't mind waiting to say it."

You pulled back to meet his eye, grateful tears blurred your vision and you laughed a little when he wiped your tears away. He pressed another kiss to your forehead, whispering just loud enough for you to hear.

"But although I can't say it, I want you to know that I do, very much."

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Safe At Last

Summary: Minnie enjoys a morning safe in her new home and the life she has built with Tenn and Renata.

Word Count: 1772

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Minnie roused from her sleep, woken suddenly by she knew not what. Her heart fluttered in fear for a moment before she felt a stirring within her arms. Looking down, she saw Renata curled up against her, still blissfully asleep. That’s right. She was on land. She was home, and Renata was here. Letting her head sink back into her pillow, Minnie watched her lover in quiet contentment. She wouldn’t fall back asleep, but this was a pleasant alternative.

Renata snored gently as she slept, faintly, almost like the whistling of a teapot. Minnie loved the sound. On nights when Renata was here she’d often fall asleep first, tangling her limbs with Minnie’s before sleep quickly overtook her. As she lay in the dark, Minnie would find the sound of Renata’s snoring and the rhythm of her heartbeat comforting. She wished Renata could stay every night, but she didn’t dare to tell her that. It would be too forward, and besides Renata needed to be in the bakery early most mornings to prepare all the bread and pastries for the bakery. So Minnie contented herself with the occasional visits, grateful and excited whenever she spotted Renata making the trek up to the cottage.

Suddenly Renata shifted, a giggle escaping her throat. Minnie thought for a second she’d awoken, but she simply curled tighter, the warmth of her skin seeping into Minnie’s very bones. Noticing a stray lock had fallen across Renata’s face, Minnie brushed it back, her fingers pausing to trace her lover’s jaw. She wished she wouldn’t let her own fears and uncertainty keep her from letting Renata know how precious she was to her. Minnie always felt as though she must be holding back Renata in some way, not giving back the same emotional exuberance that Renata expressed so freely.

Then again, Renata didn’t seem to mind. She never seemed to be worried about what she said or did or press Minnie to give more of herself. When Renata wanted something, she’d simply make it happen and so far that system had worked well for them. That was how Renata had ended up sleeping over that first night. After staying over far too late, she nonchalantly slipped under Minnie’s covers, replying to Minnie’s protests on impropriety by saying that it was far too late for her to wander out into the dark on her own so she’d simply have to spend the night. Never mind that Sophie’s bed still lay empty within the room. Minnie had considered pointing it out, but as soon as Renata’s arms wrapped round her and her head nuzzled gently against her neck, all protests fizzled from her mind as she melted into her touch.

Something caused Renata to stir, sleep slowly leaving her eyes as she blearily blinked. A yawn escaped her lips, her mouth opening wide then snapping shut like a cat’s. She looked up at Minnie with a lazy smile. “Oh, you’re awake too? You’re always up before me,”

“Force of habit,” Minnie murmured. She wasn’t going to ruin this moment by mentioning any of the reasons she had become such a light sleeper. The freezing nights on the streets with the street rats, being forcibly wakened each morning on the pirate ship when she and Sophie were taken, the sleepless nights on the Delta’s ship, her mind too consumed with regret and desperation to still.

Renata leaned forward, capturing Minnie’s lips in a deep kiss. They allowed themselves to get lost in the moment before Minnie pulled away, gesturing to where Tenn still slept. Renata put on a fake pout before her characteristic smile snuck back. “I’ll behave,” She settled for placing a series of quick kisses along Minnie’s jaw, pulling back to admire her handiwork as Minnie blushed harshly, overwhelmed by her attentions. “Breakfast?”

Minnie nodded. “What do you want?”

“Well, considering you usually have eggs, bread, butter…” Renata’s eyes lit up with inspiration. “I know! Toad in the hole!” She leapt out of bed, scurrying towards the kitchen.

Minnie followed behind, a smile playing on her lips. She sat down at the table to watch Renata work. Renata always insisted on being the one to make breakfast. Minnie understood why: she was excellent at it. As Renata busied herself round the kitchen, grabbing this and that from their cupboards, Minnie silently admired her.

Her hair that was usually tied up to the side in a bun now draped down in her shoulder in a loose ponytail, the dark, wavy curls contrasting with the white of her nightgown. Renata’s hands looked almost delicate as she took the loaf and began to cut it with broad, sharp strokes. Watching them made Minnie wish they’d stayed in bed longer. They still had the whole day ahead of them though. Maybe they’d walk along the beach together and look for seashells or Renata could sit beside her and tell her stories as Minnie worked on carving more trinkets for market.

Renata seemed to sense her gaze, turning to look back at Minnie which caused Minnie to look away, her face heating up once more. A pleased hum left Renata’s throat. “Up for providing some music? You could play that one tune you were working on the last time I was here,”

“I think I’ve mastered it,” Minnie reached for her hurdy gurdy, tucked away in the corner. Placing it in her lap, she began to turn the crank on the side, her fingers playing cross the keys and bringing the song to life. Softly she began to sing the tune.

In Amsterdam there lived a maid,

Mark well what I do say.

In Amsterdam there lived a maid

And she within my heart has stayed.

I’ll go no more a roving with thee fair maid.

A roving, a roving, since roving’s been my ruin

I’ll go no more a roving with thee fair maid.

Renata seemed to be enjoying the music, her hips swaying lightly to the tune. Minnie wondered if she’d ever heard the original song. She had picked up the shanty in her travels, though the original lines were much bawdier than she cared for so she’d switched some round.

Her lips were red, her eyes were brown,

Mark well what I do say,

Her lips were red, her eyes were brown

And her hair was black and it draped right down,

The bread hissed in the pan as Renata placed it down, cracking an egg into its hollowed middle. She snuck a smile back at Minnie as she continued.

Her eyes were like two stars so bright,

Mark you well what I say.

Her eyes were like two stars so bright,

Her face was tanned, her step was light,

I’ll go no more a roving with thee fair maid.

A roving, a roving, since roving’s been my ruin

I’ll go no more a roving with thee fair maid.

The first piece finished, Renata placed it to the side on one of their wooden plates, moving on to the second. A mischievous smile was on her lips, making Minnie wonder what she had in mind.

I put my arm around her waist,

Mark well what I do say.

I put my arm around her waist,

Cried she,“Young lass, you’re in great haste,”

I’ll go no more a roving with thee fair maid.

A roving, a roving, since roving’s been my ruin

I’ll go no more a roving with thee fair maid.

Renata hummed along to the music, lifting her feet in a sort of half-dance though she couldn’t leave her work. The final piece was cooking now, the smell of warm bread filling the kitchen.

I took that maid upon my knee,

Mark well what I do say.

I took that maid upon my knee,

Cried she,“Young lass, you’re much too free,

I’ll go no more a roving with thee fair maid.

A roving, a-

Minnie’s throat caught in the middle of the chorus as Renata placed herself upon her lap. There wasn’t much room there with the hurdy gurdy, but Renata made do, balancing on her toe as her arms came up to drape round Minnie’s neck. She dipped forward, pressing a kiss to Minnie’s lips. Blindly, Minnie reached to place the hurdy gurdy onto the table, freeing her lap so she could pull Renata closer, deepening the kiss.

“Morning, Minnie. Morning, Renata,” a deep voice came from the doorway.

They pulled apart to see Tenn standing before them, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Minnie immediately lowered her eyes in shame, but Renata seemed chipper as ever. “Morning, Tenn! Sleep well?”

“Mhm. Is that breakfast I smell?” Tenn stepped forward to grab some of the food, seemingly unaware of what he’d interrupted.

“Yup, eat up! I’ll get some more started!” Renata hopped back in front of the stove, busying herself with another slice of bread.

Minnie watched the two converse as she recovered from her embarrassment. It was good to have Renata around. The house was quiet without her, pleasant in its own way, but there was a special happiness she felt as she watched Renata happily chattering away, Tenn nodding along to her words, content to listen. Minnie felt as though her heart would burst watching the scene play out. It was too much for her, too much happiness all at once. She hated it, but she could never quiet the part of her that feared this would all be lost, taken from her again. The day Renata appeared in her life was a blessing, but the love Minnie felt sometimes seemed like a two-edged sword. Should she ever lose Renata, she feared she would never recover.

“Min, did you hear that?” Renata’s voice broke through Minnie’s thoughts, drawing her back to reality. “Tenn says he’ll go seashell hunting with us! Then we get to smash all of them and make them into art!”

“It’s a new technique I’ve been meaning to try,” Tenn added. “Mosaics,”

Minnie nodded. “Sounds good to me,”

Renata seemed ecstatic at the news, practically bouncing in place as she placed another finished piece upon Tenn’s plate. “This will be so much fun!”

Minnie felt her spirit calm. She was overthinking things once again. Despite how flighty and impulsive Renata was, this bond they had between them was real. Minnie had never felt safer than when Renata was tucked within her arms. She trusted her completely. And Halverport was safe. Sophie and the Ericson pirates had made sure of that before buying this plot. No harm would come to them here. She could rest and let herself be happy. She was finally home.

Sharing is caring [G.D & E.D]

Summary: Basically just a threesome with the twins, who doesn’t dream of that

Warnings: obv. smut, threesome, NO incest

You knew that your relationship was controversial, all three of you knew – not that anybody else knew about this -, but you couldn’t help it. You fell for Grayson and Ethan as soon as you met them, it was weird at first because you could never decide which of them you truly loved, but you soon realized your feelings for both were equal. They had lots and lots of fights about you, they argued all the time, they threw punches at each other as soon as you didn’t look at them, but your decision was made. Both or none. It was hard telling them, it was hard making them understand your love and it was the hardest to make them agree with your kind of relationship. You completely understood that a poly relationship with twins was weird, dates would be weird and don’t let us talk about your first times with them, but you quickly realized the differences between them. 

Ethan was kind, caring and one of the trustful persons you’ve ever met, while Grayson was a goofball but one of the kinkiest persons you knew. He was adventurous in bed, not even your first time with him was any vanilla – he went straight in, told you what he liked and tried everything you ever wanted. His older brother wasn’t exact that, he was careful not to hurt you, loved kissing and cuddling before and after sex, he wasn’t the one for a quick fuck on the kitchen isle or a blowjob under the shower, he’d take his time, preparing something romantic and loved to love your body. But that’s what you liked about them – one for each mood.

You couldn’t tell which one your favorite was – you wouldn’t want to know either, they were completely different persons with different lifestyles and their own kind of loving.

 It was one of those days in LA – hot, steamy and perfect for having a lazy day at the pool. You spent the time with both of your boyfriends, you laid down with Ethan, enjoying the sun, but jumped into the pool with Gray, trying backflips and had a diving contest. Of course, stealing some kisses from both was included, but nothing that would make the other one feel left out or uncomfortable with the situation.

You decided to take a quick shower – alone – before dinner, hopping in and quickly scrubbing the chlorine out of your hair. You didn’t take too long because you’ve had your real shower this morning, so you stepped out quickly, changing into your favorite mint green lingerie and some booty shorts with some random spaghetti top, not knowing what the night held for you. You walked downstairs, hearing the twins talking about something important and decided to take your time, not trying to interrupt something.

“I don’t know how I feel about this anymore, Gray. I mean, I really love her, but I’m too jealous to be the sharing kind of boyfriend, y’know? I don’t want to have a fight over her, but the point is, she just randomly fucks whom she’s in the mood for, sleeping in one of our beds, being with the other one in the morning, don’t you feel weird about this? Fucking the same girl your own twin fucks?” You could hear how desperate Ethan was, but Gray just chuckled. “Dude, do you realize how fucking lucky we are? We don’t have to fight about a girl, she chose both of us. She’s so loving, so careless, she wouldn’t want either of us to feel bad. She has equal love for both of us, E. I mean, yeah, it was kinda weird knowing you’d fuck her too, but that’s different. She really loves you, Ethan. Like she loves me. Don’t hurt her, dude. I don’t want to be overprotective, but I’d kill for her. And I know, both of us can’t marry her – and I really want to be the one that does – but as long as this thing works, why would we end it?” Smiling to yourself, you stepped into the kitchen, trying not to sound noisy.

“End what?”, you hugged Ethan from behind, smiling up to Grayson. “Were you talking about me?”, you lips formed into a pout, “You still love me, don’t you?” You turned Ethan around, pecking him quickly. “Because I wouldn’t want to decide between you. I couldn’t be with one, but not be with the other. Now, where’s dinner, I’m starving!” You smiled brightly, not wanting the situation to get any weirder.

“I, uh, we forgot”, Grayson scratched his neck. “But I can quickly make something!”, Ethan chimed in, already pulling out different pans and pots. “Don’t worry, honey, let’s just order Pizza, it’s totally fine”, you already pulled your phone out, typing in your usual order.

“Babe, what are you wearing? I’ve never seen that top on you and believe me, I would remember that”, Grayson smirked, pointing onto your cleavage spilling out of the tight top. Just then, Ethan realized your outfit as well. “And those shorts.. Y/N, fuck… But you sure those hickey don’t hurt? You know, it can be exhausting having both of us, if it’s ever too much..” You just laughed it off, hopping onto the isle. “Don’t act like you’ve never seen that, boys. I just didn’t want to walk around in one of your jerseys the entire time. I just felt like it today, besides that, none of you could ever be too much for me”, you shrugged, playing with your phone. “So what’s the plan before dinner? It says Pizza takes like another hours, shall we head outside again? We could make a bonfire! E, let’s place your new chairs around the fire, we can just chat and eat later.”

“Mhh, or we could take another shower”, Gray suggested, standing between your opened legs and pressing soft kisses underneath your ear. “’m preparing the chairs..”, Ethan mumbled and runs out quickly. “He’s weird”, you pointed out, not trying to sound hurt. “What’s up with him?”

Grayson wraps your legs around him, lifting you into his arms and out the balcony door. “Nothing, he’s just overthinking like always, let’s change his mind”, he smirks while capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, walking towards his twin. You’ve never had both of them at the same time, but you knew Grayson and his opened mind about anything. If someone would ever suggest something like that, it would be for sure him. “Babe, you really sure? I mean, E’s not that… opened? Experienced?” You closed your eyes, as Grayson bit into your neck, trying to hold back a moan. “Let’s ask him”, Gray throws you over his shoulder, quickly slapping your ass and stops in front of Ethan. “One chance, agree or disagree?”, he quickly said before almost throwing you onto one of the chairs. Ethan looks at you, gulping, then looks over to his brother. “Dude, I don’t want to see your dick inside her… Y’know what I just told you”, he groans. Grayson just shrugs his shoulders. “Then you can either watch or wait inside for our Pizza”, he basically jumps onto you, ripping your shirt off and kisses you like you were the last drop of water on earth. Moaning, you pressed yourself against him, wrapping your legs around him as you paused the kiss for a second. “E, please”, you begged him, “need you as well, c’mon.” Grayson laughed, turning his head to the flustered boy. “See, she’s desperate for dick. Give the slut some.” Then, he kissed you again, rough, just how you liked it.

Ethan ripped him off you. “Don’t call her a slut! She’s too precious to be called so.” You could barely hold back your laughter, while Gray almost fell into the pool. “Babe, it’s okay. He doesn’t mean it like that. You call me precious, angel, darling – he calls me slut, princess or whore. It’s… our thing, I guess.” Grayson laughed again, looking at his brother. “Don’t kink shame me. I can’t stand vanilla sex. If I want to tell her how beautiful she is, I do so while she has my cock in her little mouth. If I want to praise her, she must praise my dick first. It doesn’t mean I love her, bro, okay? Now, if you don’t mind.” He was about to crawl back onto you, but Ethan was quicker, pulling you down onto his lap. “I in fact do mind.” He grabs your cheeks and presses a soft, loving kiss onto your lips, caressing your back and makes you feel butterflies all over your stomach. You moaned again, closing your eyes and sunk into the kiss, just as you feel another pair of hands roaming your body, unclasping your bra and letting your tits spring out. Ethan was quick enough to wrap his lips around your pierced nipples, while Grayson grabs your hair and pulls your lips against his, almost licking the inside of your mouth while you were already a moaning mess. Two pairs of hands, of lips and two dicks that were about to ruin you tonight. Grinning, you held Ethan’s head down against your tits, while the other one just rips Gray’s shirt off. He growls, intensifying the kiss even more, while slipping one hand in your drenched panties. “So wet for Daddy.” Ethan’s head popped up, looking confused. “Where’s Dad… Oh, OH. Oh, I understand. Weird, but I understand”, he continues frenching your breasts.

Grayson stops kissing you for a second, rolling his eyes at his dumb brother, before giving you a quick wink. “Let’s show him how good Daddy treats his princess”, he slaps his brothers head away, quickly pulling off your panties and laying you back onto the chair. “Open up, babygirl”, he taps your knee, while you behaved and pulled Ethan against your lips now. “Wanna suck you off, hun”, you smiled at the still unsure twin. Ethan nods quickly, pulling down his pants but still confused about this weird position. “How?” You laughed, pulling him next to you and bow over his dick, taking it into your mouth rather quick. Grayson’s tongue drove you crazy, lapping your folds, slurping up your juices and digging into your cunt, he for sure loved eating you out and he was going to show his brother that he was better at it, that he ate you like the dessert you were for him. Ethan on the other hand didn’t know where to watch – you sucking his throbbing cock or his brother’s tongue on your pussy. Groaning, he decided to let it happen and watch Grayson destroying you just with his tongue. Grayson felt both of your gazes and smirks against your folds, looking up and using one hand to press your mouth further down on Ethan’s dick. Gagging, you tried to relax your throat, but couldn’t help the saliva running out of the corner of your lips. Tears were starting to run down your cheeks, but you took it like the good girl you were, waiting for Grayson to praise you like he always did.

“Don’t hurt her, bro”, Ethan warned but couldn’t hold back a loud moan as you gagged once again. Grayson held your head where it was, while E started to fuck your mouth, an unknown behavior for you since he was always the soft one. Grayson chuckled, using his other hand to finger you. You couldn’t moan, couldn’t show him that you were close, so it took the twins with surprise as you started squirting all over Grayson’s face. Ethan watched you in awe, quickly pulling out of your mouth before wasting his orgasm. “Fuck”, he panted while Gray still licks up everything you gave him before spitting it right into your face. “So good, princess. Now let my brother taste you while I fuck your face, alright?” You nod quickly, pushing Ethan down between your shaking legs and pulling Gray in front of your face. “C’mon, E. Bet you’ve never had her squirt”, Gray smirked, pushing his cock into your mouth.

Ethan didn’t even try to copy his brother’s way of licking you, he does it like he always did – slowly, loving and at this point, not enough for you. You knew Ethan wasn’t the daring one, so you were quick enough to change positions, Ethan now laying on the chair, you taking him in surprise while sitting down on his face and Gray’s cock back into your mouth. “So dirty, princess, show my twin what a slut I created while he’s just boring”, Gray chuckled, earning a growl from you. “Stop that, Grayson”, his dick leaving your mouth with a pop, while you started to grind down onto Ethan’s face, his tongue fucking you painfully slow. “My Babyboy’s doing such a good job”, you moaned out, while reaching back and rubbing Ethan’s red tip. Gray kneeled next to you, rubbing your clit quickly, rolling his eyes at the amount of time E needs to finish you. Quick enough, you were squirting again, this time with a loud scream, your chest rising heavily and sweat dripping down your entire body.

Ethan pulled you down for another kiss, letting your body cool down, but that wasn’t what Gray had in his mind. “Bro, I can’t look at that, please, just fuck her already.” You grew kinda angry, understanding Grayson’s point, but not wanting to make Ethan feel bad. “It’s not a contest, Gray”, you pointed out, shooting him a pleading look. Gray just grinned, nodding in E’s direction. “’m just getting him warm, babe. He has to have it inside of him, he just needs to let his kinks free.”

Now it was E’s time to growl, quickly flipping you both over and pushing right into you, leaving you too breathless to even moan. “Fuck”, you hissed as he started to pound into you, not showing any kind of mercy. “You want it like that? No sweet words, no loving movements? Just a rough little fuck? I mean, if that’s what you want, you can have it. If that’s why you’re always with Grayson, I can be like that too”, he grunts. Grayson lifts an eyebrow, but continues watching in silence, rubbing his cock while doing so. You were confused about that quick change of behavior but couldn’t deny that you’re loving it. “Fuck, yes, E!” You grabbed your own tits, but Ethan pushed your hands away, shaking his head. “You’re gonna ride me, alright angel?” You nodded, climbing back on top of him, taking his cock like the good girl you were.

Grayson couldn’t hold back any longer, wanting to fuck you as hard as his brother was, but also didn’t want to take you away from him. “You gonna take both of us, princess?” He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking. “Yes, Daddy”, you moaned while bouncing up and down Ethan’s dick, his grunts and groans signaling you that he was about to finish. Gray sat down behind you, spitting on his fingers and lapping the moisture around your pink little hole. “Slower, E. Need to prepare her a bit. Have you ever had her ass, bro?” His voice was casual, just as he hadn’t just shoved two of his fingers into your asshole. “No, but I can’t keep much longer, hurry up.” “’m doing my best, don’t worry, she’s had much more down her ass than that”, Gray laughed, having already four of his long digits down your hole.

“Ready, babygirl?” “Yes, please, take me already”, you were inpatient, in need of both loves of your life to destroy your tiny body. “Careful, E, might feel weird at first”, Grayson grunts, inserting his thick dick into your asshole slowly. “Fuck!”, all three of you screamed out at the same time as Gray bottomed out fully, his balls touching Ethan’s, both of them so deep inside you. Tears were running down your face again and you were about to cry about the amount of pleasure they gave you. Gray’s hand wrapped around your throat, but he still managed to press a quick kiss onto your lips. “So good, princess, so fucking good”, he mumbled as the twins started to move in the same rhythm. It didn’t even take more than two minutes for Ethan to make them switch, wanting to have a taste of your ass. Now it was you on top of Grayson, but instead of pushing into you, Ethan started to eat your ass out, spitting in the puckering hole before deciding to fuck you. “Oh, Ethan. That’s so good, you’re doing so good for me. I’m coming!”, you screamed just as he pushed inside you, walls clenching around both dicks. “Shit”, Gray curses, “where do you want me to cum, baby? Face or tits?” You didn’t even have to think about it. “Face”, you looked back to Ethan, “Your too”, you bit down on your lip, climbing off the twins to kneel in front of them, grabbing both cocks at the same time.

“Want both of you to come on my face, I’m both of yours, mark me, use me”, you purred while jerking them off, soon coming all over your pretty face. “Fuck, Y/N, I never knew you were that dirty”, Ethan collapsed down onto the chair, looking at you in disbelief. Grayson on the other hand just kissed you, ignoring the mess on your face. “Told you, bro. You never knew what you were missing. If you don’t mind, we’re in need of a shower, this time without you”, he threw you over his shoulder once again, walking towards the bathroom while Ethan had to catch his breath before collecting all the clothes laying around. After he put on his pants, he looks at the time, realizing more than an hour was gone, confused about the missing Pizza. As he opened the front door, he almost stepped on three boxes of cold Pizza with a note on top.

‘Didn’t want to interrupt, Pizza is on me this time, but don’t let it happen again!’

Lena Luthor Fluff A-Z

it’s not the angst that I promised, but here we go.

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?)

If you were to look up the phrase ‘touch starved lesbian’ in a dictionary, Lena’s picture would most certainly accompany the article. She doesn’t dare to show much affection in public for fear of making you end up on the first page of all of National City’s gossip magazines, but she can’t keep her hands off of you in private. She is constantly playing with your hair, intertwining your fingers or just mindlessly drawing patterns on your skin, as if you were her life line making sure she doesn’t drift away.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

The first time you told her you loved her. She hadn’t dared to tell you first, her self-hatred was just that strong. Before you told her, there wasn’t a single day where she didn’t second guess herself, thinking you would eventually find someone else and realize that she didn’t deserve you. You, of course, took it upon yourself to destroy every last piece of doubt in Lena’s mind, again, and again, and again.

C = cat or dog person

I can totally picture Lena with a pair of fancy greyhounds.

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?)

It’s clear as day that even though none of it is her fault, she carries a heartbreaking amount of guilt for the crimes her family has committed. She just wants to find a way to absolve herself of all the harm her family has done, and do something good with that cursed name of hers.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?)

Lena isn’t the best at taking care of herself, so it’s not an uncommon occurrence that she mercilessly overworks herself until she falls asleep at her desk. You have to frequently remind her to take it easy and treat herself to a nice meal, a good book, a relaxing bath and a full night’s sleep. She not-so-secretly loves spending evenings at your place, since her own apartment, expensive as it may be, never really felt like a home to her.

F = first date (what was it like?)

Poor Lena was totally overthinking every detail. She wanted to treat you to something nice, but she also didn’t want to come off as if she was flaunting her money. She took you out to a very fancy restaurant, where you sadly didn’t even manage to get past the appetizers before very disrespectful paparazzi tried to take candid pictures of Lena Luthor’s lesbian lover and you were forced to leave. Lena was apologizing profusely for supposedly ruining your first date, assuring you that she wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see her again...you had to cut her off with a kiss. After that, you decided to make it a lazy night full of takeout, mediocre movies and falling asleep on the couch.

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?)

Lillian Luthor made sure to chastise Lena for every laughter that wasn’t a pleasant, ladylike giggle hidden beneath the palm of her hand, which is why it is seldom to really hear her laugh unabashedly. But when she does, it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, and also surprisingly deep.

H = hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?)

Touch starved as she may be, it takes Lena a while to acclimatise to being able to be as affectionate as she likes, but as soon as she does, her hugs turn from short and sweet to an almost desperate cling to you. She never wants to let you go.

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?)

Lillian made her take up lessons in playing the violin, the piano, and the harp. She despises all three of these things with a passion, even though she will admit that she would probably have enjoyed playing musical instruments if it hadn’t been her mother forcing her to perform flawlessly.

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?)

You. On days where she can’t find a reason to try anymore, when she just wants to drink herself into a stupor, she thinks of you. You are her strength and her reason to keep fighting.

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

Nothing in heaven or Hogwarts is better than Lena’s kisses. Be it a quick, chaste goodby-kiss before she has to head off to L-Corp, passionate, almost needy kisses when you’re in private, or lazy, languid kisses in the morning.

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush)

It takes Lena a long time to even admit to herself that she has a crush. She flip-flops back and forth between smooth flirting and romantic gestures (you might just find your office filled with flowers), and guiltily finding more and more ridiculous excuses to see you. She may have perfected her facade of the unflappable business woman, but somehow you always find a way to get under her skin.

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?)

None of her childhood memories are particularly pleasant, especially now in hindsight, as the only person she ever saw as a friend has turned out to be a murderous psychopath, so every good memory of hers involve you or her new friends in National City.

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

She can’t stand surprises. She always has to plan ahead, and surprises always tend to screw up her perfect plan.

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?)

It’s always been Lena’s dream to become a scientist, to help make the world a better place with everything her mind has to offer, and she’s still working on that, but she can’t abandon L-Corp, not now, when she’s already changed it so much for the better.

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

It would take some time for Lena to warm up to the idea of being a parent, not because she doesn’t like the idea of having children, but because she is terrified that she will end up like her mother. But as a mother, Lena would be wonderful, because instead of letting her mother’s influence corrupt her, she makes sure that her children can always feel safe and loved in their home. There will be no raised voices and no passive aggressive comments, no malice and no pressure on her children as long as she’s around.

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines)

Lena doesn’t believe in the supernatural, because if definite proof for it could be found, it would simply become natural, maybe in a way we would never understand, but natural nonetheless.

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?)

Romantic is Lena’s second middle name, right after Lutessa. Flowers? Sent. Fancy chocolates? Ordered. Picnic on a private beach? Get in the car, her chauffeur will drive you there.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail)

Your smile is so contagious, it never fails to make her smile. She loves seeing you happy.

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

Her duties as a CEO are very taxing and take up a lot of her day, but after every hard day, she longs for nothing more than to come home to you, hold you in her arms and never let you go.

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable)

Her constant self-doubt is unbearable for you, as in you simply can’t bear seeing her putting herself down like that. And no matter how hard you try, there are days where nothing you say or do can cheer her up, and all you can do is assure her that you will never leave, in good times or in times like these.

Lena knows you mean well, but because she’s not used to someone caring so deeply about her, your efforts to help her out of her negative mindspace can seem smothering to her.

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

Lena doesn’t take many photos, because she has no doubt in mind that she can commit every second with you to memory anyways. She’d rather not ruin a quiet moment by forcing it onto a picture that will never be able to say as much as the real moment. Her phone lockscreen, however, is a silly picture of you kissing her on the cheek on a whim in the midst of a selfie.

W = wedding (what was the wedding like?)

It’s a spur of the moment thing. One minute you’re huddled together on the couch in a fancy hotel room, exchanging slightly tipsy and clumsy kisses, the next minute the words “marry me” have somehow slipped past your lips without authorization by your brain, and now that they’re in the open, you find that you don’t actually want to take them back.

Lena doesn’t take it seriously, at first. “Oh, you mean right now?”, she grins, her voice shaking with mirth.

“I mean it”, you reply, “marry me. Please.”

And her mouth drops open.

So yeah, it may have been a slightly drunk spur of the moment decision, but you don’t regret it one bit. That is, until Kara finds out that she wasn’t there when you two finally tied the knot, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her legitimately pissed off at you. You decide to renew your vows on your second anniversary, and you make sure Kara gets a front row seat this time.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?)

Lena actually prefers the taste of beer to that of wine – her go-to poison of choice is of course scotch, but she really can’t stand the sour taste of wine.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything)

Cracking knuckles is the worst sound ever to her, to the point where she will give you the silent treatment if she catches you doing it.

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons)

Lena Luthor is the littlest of spoons and you can fight me on that. She isn’t used to sharing her bed with someone, however, and on bad days you touch can be overwhelming, but when she’s in the mood for cuddling she loves to fall asleep with your arms wrapped around her.

Ten Mermaid AU Part 2

First of all, sorry I don’t update often hnnnnngg don’t hate meeee! Second of all, sorry if there’s typos, ya girl doesn’t spell check because lowkey I’m lazy and it’s midnight oops

Two boxes. You had two boxes full of souvenirs that you have been collecting for Ten and his friends that had quickly became your friends as well.

You smile to yourself, in less that four days you’ll be on vacation and that meant seeing him again. You felt a little bit bad. You’ve been gone for months, almost an entire year. A part of you hoped that Ten was as loyal as he said merfolk are.

There was a knock at your door.

“I thought you said you were going on vacation? This looks like you’re planning to move!” Your friend, y/f/n, laughs.

“I met some people during my last vacation and I promised to bring them anything I thought they’d like.” You lie, thankfully y/f/n buys it.

She helps you load the boxes into your car.

“The rest of us are going to the lake tomorrow, you should come with! We all haven’t hung out together since high school.” You almost agree, you want nothing more than to go the lake with your friends and make the best out of the horrible heatwave that’s taken over your town. But Ten’s words practically haunt your mind, if he was joking, then what in the actual fudge, but what if he was telling the truth. His ex- a naiad, a.k.a a freshwater mermaid- would she drag you under water and have all the creepy and scary things in the lake eat your body beyond recognition and the police could identify your body through your teeth? Maybe.

“Um... I might have to take-” Y/f/n interrupts you.

“Please don’t say rain check! You don’t even have to get in the water, just come with! There’s going to be food and booze and ice cream!” Ok, she may or may not have gotten you when she said food.

“Ok, I’ll come. But I’m not getting in the water.” She nods and hugs you tightly.

*************************

Apparently your friend found a loophole in your “I’m not getting in the water.” A fucking boat. She rented a boat without your knowing.

“Technically you’re not in the water, you’re on it.” She shrugs as she drags you onto the floating metal bowl of death.

You did your best to stay away from the edge.

“Y/n...” You turn to look at y/f/n, but she wasn’t talking to you, in fact she wasn’t even looking at you.

“Y/n...” You hear the voice again followed by a small giggle and splash.

You peer over the edge of the boat, you couldn’t see anything but your reflection and the blinding reflection of the sun in the water.

Just breathe, don’t overthink things, Y/n... You tell yourself.

You jerk backwards and fall on your butt when something smacks against the boat. Y/f/n looks over to you as the rest of your friends look on from the shore to make sure no one was playing a trick on you guys.

“Are you guys alright?” One friend shouts from the shore.

Both you and your friend wave to them, indicating that you’re fine.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Y/f/n asks as she steps, cautiously, over to you.

You nod your head, she holds out her hand to you. Almost every ounce of your being was telling you not to take her hand, that something wasn’t right anymore. You shook off the feeling, you just saw her earlier and you didn’t have this feeling.

You take her hand, but she doesn’t let go. You were take aback when tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” You attempt to comfort her, but her grasp on your hand doesn’t allow you to move.

“Don’t make me do it.” She cries, softly.

“Don’t make you do what, y/f/n? What’s wrong?” Tears pour from her eyes like tiny waterfalls, her eyes dart to the water then back to you. Then it hits you. “Y/f/n, let go of my hand, please.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? Dammit, y/f/n! Let. Go. Of. My. Hand.” She shakes her hand.

“I literally can’t, y/n! I want to but I can’t! She won’t let me!”

The boat begins to rock, giggles fill the air.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” The boat tips over just enough where you and your friend fall in.

Y/f/n reaches out for you, desperately trying to shake off the possession she’s under.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle and pull you further down into the water.

The last thing you see is y/f/n trying to swim to you before she’s swarmed by three creatures.

*************************

“Wake uppppp. Come on, silly human! Wake up!” You jolt awake.

“Marina, she’s awake!” You roll over to your side, letting yourself throw up all the water that was trapped in your body.

You were in a small cave, assuming that was underwater with only one way out. From where you were at, the opening looked like a small pool. Untouched gemstones littered one area while the rest was painted with the water’s reflection. You lay there, slightly confused, how was light reaching this area? Unless you weren’t underwater at all.

You felt something pull your hair.

“Ow!” You yelp, you send a glare towards whoever pulled your hair.

Her hair was dark with hints of blues in it. Compared to Ten, her scales were much smoother, but her colors were duller. Her tail looked marbled with reds and brown. Two colors you never thought would look so nice together.

She eyes you before shrugging to herself.

“I can see why Ten is very protective of you.” Your heart races at the mention of Ten.

“A-are you his ex?” You jump back when she begins to laugh and shake her head.

“Oh god no! Even though, we’re from different waters, he’s like a brother to me!” She props herself out of the water and sits near you. “If I was Aqua, you’d be dead by now.”

You gulp.

She smacks your arm in a friendly manner.

“Hey, don’t worry! We won’t let her touch you. I’m sorry if we scared you.”

“Can I ask why you did all that?”

She nods her head before slipping back into the water. Another naiad appears next to her. You could tell that she was admiring you just as much as you were admiring them.

“Not many of us knew what you looked and smelled like. I was able to pick it up off of Ten, and then then your friend came to the water to rent a boat, by the way we’ll erase her memories of us. I feel bad for using her and ruining your guys’ reunion or whatever you were doing.”

“It’s okay.”

“But anyway, I had to make sure that everyone in my pod knew your scent. It’s way more easier than protecting every person with the name y/n.” She laughs.

*************************

Since that day at the lake two days ago, you still kept your distance from the water even though Marina had said everything was okay. She claimed that Aqua wouldn’t go near her pod alone, but you were still nervous.

Y/f/n walks you to your car, you felt bad that her memories had been wiped but knowing your friend, she would be freaking at the thought that mermaid and other supernatural creatures were real.

“Call me when you arrive, I still don’t understand why you can’t take a plane there.” She sighs.

“Road trips are fun.” You hug her before getting into your car.

You plug in your phone and like the universe was blessing this trip, your favorite song immediately begins to play. You smile to yourself and wave goodbye to y/f/n.

*************************

To say that you were nervous was a complete understatement. It’s been months since you last saw Ten, what if he didn’t like you anymore, or he met someone else that lived closer than you did... Too many thoughts swirled your head as you and some of Ten’s human friends headed towards his cove.

“Stop overthinking, y/n! We told you he’s literally been thinking and whining about you since you left, don’t worry!” Johnny tells you.

You give him a small smile, he isn’t super pleased but he takes it.

“Also thank you for the gifts.” He smiles, a real smile makes its way onto your face.

“No problem.”

You let them go first, Haechan wanted to show off the gifts you brought for them. You rub the silver bracelet between your fingers. Jade is usually found in salt water, maybe he’s sick of jade? Maybe you should’ve gotten a different type of gem? You were so caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t see Jaehyun walking up to you.

“Y/n? He’s waiting for you.” He squeezes your shoulder.

You hold the bracelet to you chest, your heart was pounding so harshly against your ribcage you were scared that your heart would burst out of it.

His head was the only thing sticking out of the water, you knew he was hydrating himself. He loved to sit out of the water around you. You couldn’t see properly, but he kept looking down at his hands. Did he have something for you or something to tell you?

“Hi, Ten.” You say, softly.

Ten’s head snaps up and turns to look at you. An instant smile appears on his face making your heart race faster, if that were even possible.

“Hi, y/n.” You make your way towards him and sit down on the edge, sticking your legs into the water. He pulls himself out of the water and sits next to you before pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He presses a quick kiss to your temple making you blush.

“I like what you’ve done with your hair.” He says as he plays with your hair.

“Thank you, I thought I needed a small change.” He laughs, you give him a questioning look.

“You changed your whole hair color, how is that a small change!” He laughs harder.

You played with the bracelet again. Ten hadn’t changed much, he looked a little tanner but you had been gone for the entire summer, so maybe he tanned? Which was weird he lived the water, then he’d constantly be tan? You shake your head to shake the thought out of your head.

Ten tells you everything, about how he and his friends were sad after you left, but also how his tail color slightly changed colors as well. He did his research, merfolks tail only change color if feelings are true, after his small confession, Ten blushes intensely.

But he also talks about the fun times he had as well, how he met two new mermen, Winwin and Chenle. Sadly, they had lost their pod to merfolk-eating giant squid, but that they were happy to find Ten.

A small splash caught your attention, a bright green head of hair barely peaks out of the water.

“That’s Chenle, he’s never really seen humans up close until meeting me.” He whispers to you. “Come on, Chen! Y/n is nice, she won’t hurt you.

Chenle cautiously swims over to you two. He smiles, shyly, at you while hiding behind Ten’s tail.

“Chenle has the cutest dolphin laugh.”

“Dude!” Chenle splashes Ten, making the both of you laugh.

“Where’s Winwin?” Ten asks, you couldn’t help but admire how well he was taking care of his new pod mates.

“He’s hanging out with Jaehyun. Jisung is making fun of my hair again.” He pouts.

“Well, your hair is awesome. You know Jisung is only teasing because he wishes he could be as awesome as you.” Ten ruffles Chenle’s hair before he leaves you both alone.

You begin to tell him what you have been doing since you left. How work was stressing you but it was something you had to do. How Marina had scared the crap out of you. Ten laughs at that part, but says that he was thankful that her pod could protect you. After a few moments of silence, you could tell that he wanted to tell you something.

“I found a sea witch, she said that she could make me human.”

Your heart sank. Of course, you loved Ten with everything in you, but him becoming human would be messy and not easy like the Little Mermaid makes out to be. He would have to prove where and when he was born, that he was an actual person and not someone in hiding. And what if he turned back into a merman in the middle of a public place? Humans aren’t exactly friendly.

“Ten... I don’t think that would be a good thing...” The smile on his face fades.

“What do you mean?” You could hear the hurt in his voice.

“It’s complicated. You would have deal with people constantly asking where you’re from, why you don’t have a birth certificate, stuff like that.” He looks away from you.

“That’s what Taeyong and Doyoung said... I’ve heard of people not having any of those and still get along just fine!” Ten started to get angry, he slid back into the water.

“It’s different, things here are different.”

“So you don’t want me to be human? You just want to live out a fantasy? Oh look at me, I’m y/n and my boyfriend’s a merman!” You threw the bracelet in the water, you were fuming.

“How dare you!? Ten, I like you for you regardless over the fact that you’re a merman! I would love to go on dates with you on the beach, take you to my favorite places on land! Let you taste every food that people have created! But it’s complicated, babe! What if that sea witch is scamming you? What if you being human isn’t permanent? What if you turn back into a merman in public?” You felt the tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/n..”

“No, let me finish! Not every human is as kind as me and your friends, Ten! There would be consequences, you could be taken by the government, experimented on or worse! I love you, Ten. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” You blink away the tears before you realize what you just admitted. “I have to go.”

You stood up at quickly walk away, completely ignoring Ten’s yells.

Taeyong looks at you, he notices your tears.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nod your head and quickly wipe away your tears. “You’re lying, please tell us what’s wrong.”

You glance behind you, in the direction where you left Ten.

“I told him I love him. He wants to be human, Taeyong! As amazing as that sounds, it’s--”

“Terrifying.” He finishes for you. “Johnny, can you tell Ten, that y/n is okay and that she’ll come back tomorrow to talk to him.”

You wanted to protest, but you knew that both of you needed some time away from each other. Ten had to think if becoming human was something he really wanted to do and you needed to process that you just put your feelings way out in the open.

It’s been months since the last time you were together, was this actual love you were feeling? Maybe it was too soon to admit it, and even if Ten loved you back, how would this work? You couldn’t exactly move here, you just got promoted at work, it would be pointless to quit...

But... You don’t regret your feelings, you don’t regret meeting Ten. You just wish that things weren’t so complicated.

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Hesitation was laced in each step you took, you look down at your feet. Each step taking you closer to him.

Ten sat on the edge, patiently waiting for you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I just thought that being human would make things I don’t know easier? For the both of us, and even with my friends... I care deeply about all of you guys and I thought I was weighing you guys down by having you guys come to me-- Ugh, that’s fucking dumb...”

You take in his words, they made sense, but you and his friends agreed that Ten didn’t have to change for you guys.

“Hey.” You say, softly.

Your voice slightly startles him.

“You didn’t hear that, right?” He panics.

“Hmm.. not unless you wanted me to.” You slightly tease as you sit next to him.

He shakes his head. “Alrighty then I heard nothing.” You give him a small smile, which he returns.

“You know you don’t have to change for us? We honestly don’t mind coming to visit you, Ten. I love coming on vacation over here and seeing you, even if it’s for a short time. One day, hopefully, I can move here, but it’s going to take time. Plus if you become human, who will look out for Winwin and Chenle?” You take his hands into yours.

Realization hits Ten.

“I wasn’t thinking about how me changing would affect them...”

“As cheesy as it sounds, they need you, Ten.” He nods his head.

He understood what you were saying. He couldn’t be selfish when he had two other beings relying on him. Granted Winwin was an adult, but both him and Chenle are too mischievous for their own good.

“And I do love you, but like I said I love you for you.” You lean your head against his shoulder.

“Tail and all?” He jokes.

You laugh and nod your head.

“Tail and all.” You look up at him, only moving little bit back to allow him to kiss you.

His lips moved almost perfectly against yours, the sea salt took you off guard for only a moment. Ten, blindly, lifts you on his lap, it was the first time that you’ve straddled him.

You break the kiss and rest your head between where his neck and shoulder meet and sigh contently.

“I love you, too, y/n. Feet and all.”

I Did It

SMUT BELOW, y’all know I only write bottom Tony. So know that Gamora is an alien and not all aliens are like us. You’ve been warned.

tagging @fangirlangela and @yourstateofdreaming

Gamora sat across from Tony in the common area of the compound. The Guardians have been Earth side for some time now, lazying about as they built relations with the people of Earth.

Currently it seemed as if “relations” were building between the warrior-assassin alien and billionaire genius earthling. In the past months the two had gotten closer and closer by each passing day. Although Tony got along with all the Guardians he found that he rather enjoyed the company of Gamora.

When Tony wasn’t fighting with Peter over music, or trading insults with Rocket over some technological thing he was with Gamora. She was open in her curiosity, asking questions here and there about one thing or another. Although most of the time it was hinted with some sort of suspicion, she would openly admire new things.

Often enough Gamora would tag along with Tony, almost acting as a deadly body guard while observing their surroundings.

It was during a walk through Central Park that Tony said something. They were walking arm in arm, Gamora watching the people, Tony fiddling with his phone.

“Gamora.”

“Tony.” She still watched the people, eyes locked on a golden retriever running laps around its owner.

“Do you like me?”

“Yes, I do.” Tony smiled, Gamora was so forward, and it was refreshing.

“How much?”

“Enough to call you mine.” Tony was smiling, watching Gamora’s dark hair with purple tips move with the breeze until she turned to face him. “Do you like me Tony?”

Tony leaned forward, placing a kiss to the markings on her cheek bone before leaning back, “Very much.”

Gamora smiles back at him, her free hand grabs his chin to pull him into a kiss on the lips, “Then you are mine and I am yours.”

Things didn’t change much from there. Of course Drax now referred to him as “the bitch of the green whore” but it was out of love so Tony let it slide. Quill was a little shit about it but Gamora shut him up with a very painful punch. Groot was very approving and Rocket couldn’t care less, too busy trying to make things go boom with his new buddy.

If anything Gamora took the lead, setting the pace while trying to get to know Tony better. With the help of FRIDAY she would work herself into his schedule. Attending events with him, sharing a morning cup of coffee with him. Sitting close by while he worked in the lab, even got him to joy her in the gym where she taught him how to handle a sword.

It was perfect and Tony just trailed along like a puppy to its master. That was until they moved it to the bedroom. Long nights cuddled on the couch were nice but a bed would be better. As soon as Tony thought it Gamora spoke up, “Maybe we could sleep in the same bed tonight?” Honestly it amazed Tony every time his alien girlfriend did that. Either she was able to read every micro feature on his face or could straight up read his mind. Either way she was always able to say what he was thinking when he thought it.

“I’d like that.” Standing up from the couch, the green alien offered him a hand. Pulling him up from the couch, they made their way hand in hand to the bedroom.

Casually, Gamora began undressing. “I prefer to sleep without clothing.”

“Same, I get too hot.” Feeling like he got the green light Tony began to undress, focusing on his task he didn’t notice watching eyes until he was naked and reaching for the covers of the bed.

When he was moving Gamora made a sound that caught his attention. Looking up at her he first noticed she still wore pants and was looking at him with curiosity.

“What?”

“Where are your folds?”

“Folds?” Tony quickly looked over Gamora’s naked upper body. Aside from green skin and the occasional etching/marking that she also had on her face, she looked just like a human woman. Soft looking neck and collarbone, rounded boobs. Tony just noticed another difference, Gamora had the shape and mounds of flesh that made breast but unlike humans, she didn’t have an areola. With no nipple it was just smooth skin that had the carved etchings of her species on the sides.

Tony looked down at himself, trying to visualize where these “folds” would be on his body.

“Yes,” Gamora continued to undress as Tony looked himself over, suddenly becoming self-conscious, “The men of my planet had folds where your shaft lies.” Tony’s head snapped up, eyes zoning in on Gamora’s now exposed nether regions. Where he was assuming a vagina to be was instead a penis. Green and etched like the rest of her, but also long and full. “The women have shafts, it’s seems we are opposite in this matter.”

Suddenly Tony felt very aware of this difference, was Gamora disappointed? Did she prefer the human equivalent of transgender people? Was this going to ruin the good thing they’ve become?

“I’m sorry.” Tony didn’t see it but green features dipped into a frown. She analyzed the situation quickly picking up on the mood change.

Not letting the genius-sometimes idiot- overthink the situation, she grabbed his arm, tugging him onto the bed to hover above him.

“Tony,” her face was serious, leaving no room for misunderstanding, “your body in no way is undesirable to me, in fact, I am intrigued by this difference.” At the end of her sentence she rolled her hardening length against him, causing a gasp from the man under her.

Again the mood change was fast, Tony shivered at the heated look Gamora gave him as her eyes and hands trailed down his body. Her one hand trailed low down his body until she was able to firmly grasp his cock. He gave a full body twitch, a squeak escaping when she grabbed him and tugged.

“How odd to hold another like this, it’s so different.” She jerked him, working his length into hardness. Her face hovered above his, watching every facial expression, making sure he thoroughly enjoyed everything she’s doing and planning to do to him.

He bit his lip, cheeks flaming at all the little sounds she was able to draw out of him. He liked it, her curiosity, her touches, her shaft poking at him, her. He wanted more. 

As if reading his mind, which Tony was really starting to believe was happening, she moved. Moving further down she brought her free hand to his chest. “This is different.” Fingers ran across his left nipple, making goose pumps rise all over his body. “My people don’t have these on our chests, they remain bare.” She continued, the hand that has been on his dick sliding away as she got distracted. Running along his side and curling to rest on his ribs, the other still playing at his nipple. Playing it until she scratches blunt nails over his areola. His breath hitched and the skin hardened under her ministrations.

“Ga-Gamora!” Tony was so turned on. They’ve barely begun but Gamora’s little explorations we’re getting to him.

She was watching him, fingers no longer teasing his sensitive areas but still touching him. “It’s such a shame, with your reactions I would have loved to get inside you. To thrust myself as deep as possible between your folds.” If Tony were a lesser man (or maybe a pubescent teen) he would have come right then.

“We-we still can.” Why the fuck was he stuttering!

“How?”

“Well, with lube you can put it....ah-you can-um...put it..” Unable to say the word he grabbed her hand and pushed it between his legs. His hole twitching at the contact.

Her finger circled the area, “Where is this lube?”

Quickly moving away to the side table Tony started digging around for a bottle of lube he knew was in there. He was grateful for the moment, time to calm himself.

Once he got a hold of the bottle he settled back into the pillows. Careful not to stutter, he explained how Earth males came across the same ‘issue’ and used supplies and other “means” to have sex. After his quick explanation he coated his fingers, planning to get himself ready for his lover.

She was entranced, eyes locked on to where his fingers were disappearing inside himself. He carried on a little longer but the angle was all wrong and he would need more if he didn’t want it to hurt taking her dick.

“Help me?” He didn’t mean for his request to sound so meek but he didn’t miss how it made Gamora’s cock twitch and a light blue substance dribble out.

She got closer, reaching for the discarded bottle of lube and copied his earlier movements. Getting fingers good and slick she positioned on finger at his hole. Slowly and carefully working the digit inside him.

Tony moaned as Gamora got to work, fingering him open until she could easily move around three fingers.

“Oh-Okay. I’m ready.” She twisted her fingers once more before pulling them free. She knee crawled closer, putting herself in position to thrust inside him. When the blunt head of her cock brushed his hole his hand shot out, gripping her arm. “Go-go slow.”

She was careful to lean in and kiss him, slow, soft and gentle. Her lips warm against his, “I will.” And then she eased her hips forward. Her dick met some resistance but it soon gave way, the head of her cock sliding inside him.

Tony gasped, body shivering as he willed it to stay relaxed. His alien warrior was careful with him slowly moving further inside him, working inch after inch into him. It took a couple minutes but soon she was fully seated.

They both panted, sweat gathering on their bodies, hair sticking to their foreheads. Tony was a shivering mess, although he’s been with a few men in his life he’s never been this far. Never taken a dick like he was taking Gamora’s. It hurt, a little bit but it also felt good.

“Can I move?” Her head was resting on his shoulder, warm breath tickling his collarbone.

“Ye-yes. Please. Move.” And she did. Easing a little bit out and then snapping back in. He looked at her, the way she clenched her teeth, no doubt holding back on him.

“You feel amazing. Squeezing around me like that.” It felt good, and her words made him keen. His hands were gripping the sheets below him, desperate to hold on to something as he tried to move up into her thrusts. They were gaining speed, working him over as she started nailing into him.

“So. Tight.” She gave two particularly hard thrusts to drive the point of her words home. Tony shouted, Gamora was pounding away at his hole chasing her pleasure while turning his world upside down. He never knew it could feel this good. Full, stretched, and weak as her thrusts started nailing his prostate. Tony couldn’t hold back, he moaned, screamed as she brutally fucked his asshole.

Blindly he reached for his own dick, quickly jerking himself to the pace Gamora had set. It didn’t take much after that, that tingling sensation building until he saw stars, painting stripes across his hand and stomach.

His hole squeezed down on Gamora, throwing her off rhythm. But she quickly recovered. Gripping his hip she lifted him higher off the bed, her strength easily handling his weight as she positioned him. With the better angle she drove herself into him, thrusting hard and fast, chasing her own orgasm.

Tony twitched, coming down from his orgasm to Gamora pounding into him still. His one hand snaked up, going to her neck and up into her hair. When she slammed into his overstimulated prostate he screamed and yanked her hair. Pulling her head back as she moaned, her release filling him to the brim.

They stayed in that position both coming down from their highs. Gamora thrust one last time, pushing more come into Tony. Both of them twitched and whined through the sensations until Gamora had finished coming inside him.

She eased out of him, careful as he moaned at the drag of her dick. Once free she laid down next to him, both laid on their back. Staring at the ceiling they attempted to catch their breath, chests rising and falling rapidly.

Gamora was the first to somewhat catch her breath, “Amazing...” 

“I never knew it would feel that good.”

Gamora turned to look at him, “You’ve never coupled before?”

“What?” He looked at her and then realized what he said and how it sounded, “No, I’ve had sex before, just never-“ he swallowed, glancing away, “been on the receiving end.” He stared down the bed, seeing her open hand he reached for it, “But I liked it.”

She smiled curling across the bed to plant a kiss on his cheek. They remained that way, laying on the bed basking in the afterglow and each other’s company until Tony shifted and felt something leak out of him.

It wasn’t unpleasant or uncomfortable, but it’s something he’d probably want to clean now rather than later. He gently squeezed the hand in his before climbing from the bed. His lover didn’t even open her eyes which she must have closed at some point.

He was two steps from the bed when she spoke up, “Where are you going?”

“Was thinking a shower, it would seem you’ve made a mess of me.” Gamora moved to look at him, rolling to her side and rising up on an elbow. His back was to her and so he showed her. Spreading his legs a little and using a hand to grab his ass cheek, he revealed his hole. Leaking her light blue cum down his thighs.

Tony would regret showing off the next morning because one second Gamora was relaxed and sated lounging on the bed. The next she was the deadly assassin the galaxy feared. She moved, off the bed and towards Tony who’s backed up a little to give her room. Standing in the middle of the room Gamora stalked up to him like a predator bought to close in on her prey.

She stepped into his space, arms going around his waist and hands grabbing his ass, “Gamor-AAHH!” With a little dip she gripped the back of his thighs and lifted him into the air. Instincts had him scrambling to grab her shoulders and hold on.

While he was arranging himself Gamora was positioning him. Lining him up with her cock that was hard and standing at attention. Tony didn’t even realize she was hard until she started lowering him down onto her dick. He moaned long and loud as she slid home again. But this time he wasn’t given a break. As soon as she got inside his slick hole she started a brisk pace. Bouncing him in the air on her dick.

Embarrassed and sensitive he clung to her. Arms wrapped around her shoulders and neck, face hidden in her neck and hair he held on. Letting her chase after a second orgasm.

She thrust, in and out, in and out all while holding him in the air. Using him. He loved it. He squeezed down on her, making her wild with pleasure until she was coming a second time. Although this time she pushed through the sensations, continuing to fuck him as she came.

Somehow through all of this she had shifted her hold on him, hands under his thighs.

One second she was as deep as her dick could go and then next he was thrown in the air. He screamed and his hands flew to find purchase. One hand connecting with the ceiling and the other in Gamora’s hair.

“WhaAAHH!” He screamed, suspended in the air above her face as she shoved her tongue inside his sloppy hole. Licking the cum from his ass, she feasted on him, all while holding in the air. Tony screamed, shivered and came. Cum flying through the air onto the carpet.

Tony pants through it, body shaking and eyes wide as Gamora walks over to the bed and gently lays him down. Once he’s safely back on a solid, flat, surface he rolls over and buries his face in a pillow.

He’s absolutely mortified and somehow still slightly turned on. He knows his face is inflamed, embarrassment coloring his face cherry red. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to face Gamora again. Every time he looks at her he’ll think of this moment and so much blood with rush to his cheeks he’ll be at risk of passing out.

Gamora, like the evil assassin she is, chuckled. Grinning and tickling the back of his neck, “Tony.”

“No.”

“Look at me Tony, please?” Tony just shook his head in the pillow.

It takes a lot of convincing and one threat that Gamora would go again because his ass looked so tempting before Tony finally looked at her.

They stare at each other, Gamora analyzing her flustered lover before a devilish grin takes over her face, she hums, licking her lips “Delicious.”

Tony turns an alarming shade of red and Gamora laughs as she blocks his attempts to hide again. When she calms down she takes to kissing his exposed face until he’s laughing as well.

So quick disclaimer, the second round were Gamora throws Tony in the air, I saw a porn gif that did that and I’ve wanted to write something for it since then.

a tag my dudes

oi i was @shawnsmercy and @for-my-mind so thank you guys!

rules - answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people.

- what was your last...

1) drink - water

2) phone call - my friend annette

3) text message - asking a friend about the ap human geo homework hehe

4) song you listened to - sHe by zayn

5) time you cried - last night lmao

- have you ever...

6) dated someone twice? - plenty of times

7) kissed someone and regretted it? actually yeah it was pretty bad, we went for different kisses (yikes)

8) been cheated on? - nope

9) lost someone special? - yeah

10) been depressed? only mildly, now all i harbour is frustration and stress oops

11) gotten drunk and thrown up? - i mean i had like a shot and a half of straight vodka and that was my first and only time drinking alcohol and i was slightly buzzed and got a massive headache and my stomach was not handling it well and i did almost throw up but i didn’t! yeah, never again. dark times, dark times.

- fave colours

12) pale yellow/blue

13) iridescent

14) black, grey n white (you can never go wrong with ‘em!)

- in the last year have you...

15) made new friends? - actually yeah i have

16) fallen out of love? - yes ma’am

17) laughed until you cried? - it’s a daily thing

18) found out someone was talking about you? - yeah but it actually wasn’t in a bad way this time which makes me feel real good :)

19) met someone who changed you? - yeah

20) found out who your friends are?-  i mean i’ve been known who my friends are and the new friends i've made haven’t surprised me with anything crazy about them so i guess not

21) kissed someone on your facebook friends list? - oof people still use facebook?

22) how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? - i. don’t. use. that. shit.

23) do you have any pets? - YES AND HE’S A DOG AND I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART HES SO CURLY AND SOFT AND LOVELY

24) do you want to change your name? - eh, nah

25) what did you do for your last birthday? - we hung out at the pool n ate n shit

26) what time did you wake up today? 7am. thanks school, you fucker

27) what were you doing at midnight last night? - homework oops

28) what is something you can’t wait for? - for these stupid stitches to dissolve, for school to be over, for my summer australia trip, and for the niall horan concert in september

29) what is your favourite animal? - doggos (its basic and i really don’t care)

30) what are you listening to rn? - there for you by troye sivan (my boiiii)

31) have you ever talked to a person named tom? - uh, i think so

32) something that’s getting on your nerves - how much i procrastinate and these fucking stitches

33) most visited website - probably youtube

34) hair colour - dark brown, yes, DARK brown

35) long or short hair? - eh it's kinda short-medium 

36) do you have a crush on someone? - a big fat one

37) what do you like about yourself? - that i can make people laugh or smile or feel good about themselves and i also like my curly hair and ability to do eyebrows (ayeee)

38) want any piercings? - no more for now

39) blood type - oof i’ve never been told what mine is

40) nicknames - mimi, mandy, panda (my mom and brother call me panda just to piss me off lol)

41) relationship status - single but crushing real hard

42) sign - gemini, bitch

43) pronouns - she/her i guess but whatever you want is fine with me tbh

44) fave tv show - probably the vampire diaries or drake and josh or zoey 101

45) tattoos - not of legal age yet but i have 11 tattoo ideas saved on my phone so far so best believe my fast ass will be seated in that parlour chair when i’m 18

46) right or left handed - i’m actually ambidexterous

47) ever had a surgery? - literally had one earlier today

48) piercings - i’ve got the standard ear lobe piercings and a helix in my right ear

49) sport - swimming yUh fuck land sports

50) vacation - aUsTrAlIa (ah that looks so weird)

51) trainers - converse or adidas

- more general

52) eating - my stomach actually just started growling probably because i ate fucking ice cream for dinner and a quick jell-o snack bc of this fucking mouth surgery

53) drinking - i lOve lemonade im a lemonade hoe but i only fuck with that good juicy lemonade not that watered down shit oh and i also really love iced coffee but water’s good too

54) i’m about to watch - my grades plummet and my school year be ruined bc im doing this instead of homework and its 2am and now im freaking out bc i didnt even realise it was 2am friCk

55) waiting for - this shit to heal so i can use my upper lip properly and eat

56) want - harry styles tickets i mean he’s literally coming to a venue about 20 minutes from my house ON MY BIRTHDAY but there are literally no good seats left at a price i can afford and for school to end *deep SIGH*

57) get married - ???

58) career - i’m currently looking into the tech industry and being a software engineer or web developer or lowkey an actress or an internet personality but lord knows what my indecisive gemini ass is gonna wanna be next year

59) hugs or kisses - hugs are more comfortable

60) lips or eyes - the eyes are where it’s at

61) taller or shorter - i’m not sure what this is asking but i’m average height ?? idk but i’m 5′4 and i prefer taller but if your short i still really really love you plus my crush is really short and she’s the cutest thing ever

62) older or younger - i’m just now realising the previous question was about preference which i did answer but i also added some unneccesary detail and now im too lazy to change it but not lazy to type an also unnecessary paragraph anyway i prefer my guys older and my girls can be either i really don’t mind

63) nice arms or stomach - i really don’t care you can have both, one, or neither but none of that really matters if your personality’s shit

64) hookups or relationships - relationships

65) troublemaker or hesitant - i’m kinda both sometimes i’m hesitant and overthink a situation and end up getting myself into trouble anyway it’s stupid and doesn’t make sense but it happens

66) kissed a stranger - heck no

67) drank hard liquor - ye buddy and it wasn’t good

68) turned someone down - yup

69) sex on first date - haha i see what you did there, number 69. but no i’m still a virgin wassup

70) broken someone’s heart - god i hope not but i think i have

71) had your heart broken - that’s its current condition

72) been arrested - nope

73) cried when someone died - i’d be concerned if i didn’t

74) fallen for a friend - it’s the current news

- do you believe in

75) yourself - i don’t know, do i?

76) miracles - i really don’t know, maybe?

77) love at first sight - eh yeah

78) sanata claus - is this some kind of joke

79) angels - harry styles wants me to believe otherwise and i mean when i look at her i definitely see what you mean mr. styles

80) eye colour - brown but i got green contacts to spice it up a bit (they’re prescription though bc i’m blind as fuck)

81) best friends’ name - bianca, kaylyn, allison, and ashadé

82) favourite movie - the outsiders, grease, dunkirk (i mean), everything, everything, and love simon (oh and the 1d this is us movie even though i never saw it but 1d’s in it so it’s automatically good also remember harry in dunkirk?)

83) favourite actor - HARRY STYLES (im biased oops), amandla stenberg, nick robinson, ralph macchio, tom holland, zendaya, ian somerhalder, and katherine langford (i literally just spewed a bunch of names from movies i love oh well)

84) favourite cartoon - tom and jerry bc im real like that, the amazing world of gumball, steven universe, and we bare bears

85) favourite teacher’s name - uh, what

i don’t know 20 people so ima just tag some people off the top of my head, sorry if you were already tagged: @illumilitt @shawnmcuddles @shawnssweatshirt @pattinsonshawn and anyone else who wants to do it :)