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Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time He Got Jealous Of His Twin Brother”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, slight Yuuji x Reader but we all know who you’re really here for, Sukuna is down bad, narration is mostly from Sukuna’s POV

Word Count: 1.80k

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Sukuna is a fucking geinus.

His plan is full proof. His brothers put him in charge of buying the tickets for some stupid ass movie Yuuji wants to go see, and you always write your work schedule down on the calendar taped to the fridge. Sure, yeah, maybe he had to call out sick for today because this was the only day that Choso had work and you didn’t, but now he knows that his plan will fall perfectly into place. Yuuji is already at the apartment, you’ll come downstairs eventually, and Yuuji will invite you to come to the movie in Choso’s place, making it look like a total coincidence and definitely not something he’s been meticulously planning all week.

Could he have just, I don’t know, asked you to go on a date with him? Of course not, that’s fucking ridiculous. This makes so much more sense.

I mean, you absolutely loved The Human Centipede, definitely weren’t covering your eyes in terror and disgust when he showed it to you, so it’s a no brainer that you’ll just adore Human Earthworm. Hah! What a fuckin’ joke, you’ll be dragging Sukuna out of the theatre within five minutes and begging him to take you out somewhere else without his annoying twin brother.

It’s perfect.

Him and Yuuji are lounging on opposite ends of the couch while Yuuji is going on and on about an Elden Ring boss he can’t beat. Sukuna has his boots propped up on the coffee table and his arms resting behind his head as he half listens to his brother, and more so keeps an ear out for your footsteps upstairs.

“I was gonna try and beat her without summons but she’s kicking my ass, how many tries did it take you?”

“One.”

“Ugh!” Yuuji flops backwards on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and shoving it over his face, his defeated whines muffled through the plush cotton, “She’s so impossible!”

Footsteps, finally. As you walk into the living room Yuuji uncovers his face, and you stop dead in your tracks, pointing at him, and then his brother, back and forth a few times before rubbing your eyes.

“Holy shit, there’s two of you?”

Oh yeah, I never mentioned my family huh?

Sukuna just gives you a smug smirk, “Three, but the emo one couldn’t make it.”

Yuuji perks up, jolting upright on the couch and giving you a bright smile, “Hi! I’m the normal one!”

You pull a chair out from the kitchen table, plopping yourself down into the wooden seat, “I think I’m gonna faint.”

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Sukuna is… a fucking idiot.

He knew his brother had a bubbly personality and could get along with literally anyone, but how was he supposed to know that you two would hit it off so well? Yuuji is pulling out all the stops, holding the door open for you, offering to pay for your popcorn, god it’s like he’s trying to get on Sukuna’s nerves.

Granted, it’s not like Sukuna told him that he likes you, but I mean for fucks sake that’s his twin brother! Shouldn’t he have some sort of sixth sense for this kind of thing?

That pink haired fucker has you wrapped around his little finger, you’re looking at him with googly eyes and cheesing like it’s fucking picture day. Ridiculous. Why don’t you ever smile like that for him? He’s funny!

I’m never letting him in the apartment again.

The three of you walk up to the top row of the nearly empty theater, Sukuna making sure to sit right between you and Yuuji. Previews are rolling on the screen as Sukuna is trying his damndest to hide the scowl on his face, his large arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the way the large screen reflects different colors into your eyes. He didn’t really think this far ahead, he’s got you next to him at the movies but… what now? He’s mentally kicking himself enough as it is for not considering his overly charismatic brother, and now he’s realizing that he doesn’t even know what his own intentions are.

Did he just want to take you somewhere? Is he trying to sleep with you? Does he want to be… romantic with you?

God, what has he become? He’s supposed to be the tough fucking scary guy and he’s not only getting shown up by his nerdy brother, but also getting nervous at the thought of making a move on you.

Yuuji flings popcorn in your direction, making you squeal out a giggle as it gently lands in your hair. Sukuna groans, hardly paying attention as he’s deep in thought, running his finger through your hair and flicking the popcorn away. He’s so consumed in his own head that he completely misses the blush that tints your cheeks at his tender touch.

Should I have even bothered with this? I feel like staying at the house would’ve been better at this point.

A piece of popcorn flies into his eye.

“Ugh,” This is so stupid, Sukuna rubs his eyelid with his thumb, “Watch it, brat.”

Yuuji tosses his hands up defensively and you giggle again, leaning over the armrest and placing your pointer finger on Sukuna’s cheek, tilting his face to turn towards you. Have your eyes always been that bright?

“Ooh, bullseye.” He can feel your breath fanning on his face, you’re so close, but just as abruptly as you leaned in, you lean back into your seat. God, he wants more than anything to tell you to come back, but the words wouldn’t be able to escape his lips if he tried. Unfortunately, all he manages to do is glare down at you and make you shift awkwardly under his gaze, mumbling out a quick apology.

Fuck. I think I scared them.

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From what you’ve been able to gather, this movie is weird. Is it horror or romance? You’ve been having trouble paying attention, far too distracted by Yuuji leaning over the very annoyed looking Sukuna to excitedly whisper tidbits about the movie to you. But every time you look over to Yuuji your eyes can’t help but wander to Sukuna’s profile, the flashing lights of the large screen illuminating his tattooed skin, his bottom lip tutting out to blow the loose strand of his pink hair resting on his brow out of his eyes-

Ah dammit, I’m doing it again.

You’re so confused. Sukuna has been giving you mixed signals all night, sweetly running his fingers through your hair one moment, then glowering at you like he wants you dead the next. He’s so unpredictable, and you’ve been so distracted by him all evening that you’ve hardly been able to pay any attention to poor Yuuji, giving him bright smiles and fake laughs while your mind is completely consumed with Sukuna.

He’s been so grumpy the entire evening, you’ve been feeling like he’s… disappointed? Is he mad his other brother couldn’t come? Is he mad that you took the emo one’s place? Would he rather somebody else have gone to the movie with him? It was Yuuji’s idea for you to tag along, so it’s safe to assume that if Sukuna wanted you here he would have just invited you, right?

But then every now and again his eyes flicker to you, watching. Why is he looking at you like that? With his gaze so uncharacteristically soft, scanning your face like he’s searching for something, from the corner of your eye you can catch him looking at your lips.

Is there something on my face?

You’re ripped from your thoughts as a blood curdling scream erupts from the speakers, making you jump in your seat. You catch the tiniest glimpse of a smirk creeping on the corner of Sukuna’s lips as he sits like a rock, completely unbothered as per usual. You gently kick his foot under the seat, and he presses his large boot onto the top of your sneaker, pinning your shoe under his and keeping your foot locked in place under the sole of his steel toe boot.

You cross your arms over your chest, letting out a frustrated huff at him that only makes his grin grow wider, his face still pointed towards the large screen as he flashes his canines at you. He props his elbow on the armrest between you, resting his chin on the ball of his palm as he peers down at you with a smug grin.

“You ready to get out of here yet?”

Cocky fucker, I swear he gets off on making me mad.

“No.” You snap back defensively.

Unbeknownst to you, his question was not rhetorical. But you’re in it now, determined to sit through this entire movie even if it kills you. You’re bothering him enough just by being here, the last thing you want to do is make him feel like he needs to leave.

His smirk shifts into a grimace as he taps his boot on top of your shoe. You slide your sneaker away but he loops his calf around yours and pulls your leg towards him, gently kicking your foot. If you didn’t know better you’d almost think he was… trying to play footsies with you? You’re not really sure what he’s trying to do, all you know is that he’s still leaning on the armrest between you and probably unintentionally pulling you closer by your leg.

Your arm brushes against his as you try to maneuver your elbow onto the armrest, quietly muttering to him “You’re hogging up all the space.”

He leans down slightly to whisper in your ear, “Tragic. Use the other one.”

You nudge his forearm with your elbow, “Just move your arm.”

He lets out a quiet “Tch” and raises his arm to rest over the back of your seat instead, “This better, brat?”

You nod your head as a blush creeps onto your cheeks, luckily hidden by the darkness in the room. When you relax back into your chair you can feel his arm pressing into the back of your neck and his fingers lightly graze against your shoulder. It feels… kinda comforting, you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to lean into his touch and your heart starts to pound at the thought.

You don’t dare to look at Sukuna, deciding to quietly enjoy the moment. Which is a real shame, because if you did look at him there’s a chance you’d catch the way he’s gnawing on his bottom lip with a face that looks almost as flustered as your own.

He might be enjoying this more than you are, and he might even be thinking that having to sit through this movie might not be so bad after all.

A/N: POV you and Sukuna are two idiots who are into each other but neither of you have the balls to do something about it. Also writing Sukuna’s POV for the narration was SO FUN!!! We love our delusional king who sees you god forbid smile at another person and immediately assumes you’re in love with them Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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can't stop this feeling (2) II Alessia Russo x Reader

part 1 I masterlist I word count: 1869

a/n: hi, yes, we're still obsessed with the Alessia picture above and hope you'll enjoy part 2 as much as the one before, can be read before part 1. 💕

When the final whistle blew, the sound reverberated across the football field. You sighed in defeat. Arsenal had lost their game. It was stupid and unnecessary but it had happened.

You tried to shake the loss off as quickly as possible, the next game would come soon. From across the field, Alessia caught your attention.

She stood in front in front of the Arsenal fans, her head hung low and applauded them. She looked sad and embarrassed like she wanted to be anywhere else at this moment. Your heart ached for her.

You walked over, slipping a hand on her shoulder: “Heads up, Lessi.“

“Yeah… wasn’t a great game…“, she admitted, her voice was thin and hoarse.

“We all have those games.“, you tried to encouraging.

When Alessia finally turned to her, you realized that her eyes were rimmed red. “Feels like I constantly have them.“

“That’s not true. It’s your first season here, it’s normal that it takes time. Plus, you already showed your potential.“, you shook your head.

Alessia was taller than you but she looked so small standing right in front of you. “I just feel like people expect more from me…“

You smiled at her: “Yeah, because you’re the star girl.“

“Not at the moment.“

“To me, you’re.“, you assured her.

The corners of her mouth slightly quirked up: “You’re the sweetest. I love you.“

You blinked at her for a moment. It’s been weeks since your talk, weeks since you started dating. A lot of things were still new to Alessia so you were taken aback by the fact that she said it so casually.

“I love you too.“, you finally replied after a few heartbeats.

“You always make me smile.“ The striker pulled you into a quick hug.

“It was the first time you said it out loud…“

She looked at you just as surprised: “Was it?“

“Yes…“

“I didn’t even realize.“

For a moment you both only stood there, astonished by the situation. A slow warm sensation spread through your body, the exhilaration of hearing these three words for the first time pushed aside the defeat.

You could feel yourself grinning as you took Alessias hand: “Come on, we’ve team dinner tonight.“

“Yeah, can’t wait. That’s always fun.“, she nodded and followed you towards the changing room.

“I’m sure Kyra’s already up to some mischief again.“

“She always is.“, the striker laughed.

“Let’s go, love.“

You watched Alessias cheeks turn pink as you left the pitch and the bad game behind.

Alessia loved camps with the England national team, the Mediterranean location in which they their staying at spoke to her sunny soul.

After the training she and Lucy immediately jumped into the ice tub to cool themselves down.  The Blonde loved chatting with the older woman who was in a relationship with one of her closer friends:” I know that Ona is very happy with you Lucy, when we actually find time to phone call each other, she won’t stop talking about you.”

“Ugh, can’t believe you still talk.”, the defender groaned playfully.

“Excuse me? Friendship never ends.”, Alessia snorted.

“I know you two gossip about me.”, she replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“All the time and about y/n.”, the forward laughed light-heartedly.

“I knew it!”, the dark-haired woman grinned.

“I mean it’s always fun to gossip about each other’s girlfriends.”, the younger woman shrugged nonchalantly.

Immediately the chattiness between all the players who were soaking up the sunshine came to a halt and stared shocked at the two players standing in the ice tub.

“Girlfriends?”, Lucy repeated stunned.

“Yes, y/n is my girlfriend.”, Alessia told her proudly smiling as she tried hard to o ignore the quietness around them.

“I didn’t know you were into girls.”, the defender muttered. It was a rare occasion to see her this surprised about something.

“Me neither, y/n was the first woman to make me question things.”, the half-Italian answered in an honest tone.

“That’s how we all started.”, Fran explained, the smaller player who was sitting closest to them was coming to her to pad her shoulder encouraginlx.

“Very true.”, Millie added smirking.

“Who would have thought.”, Lucy shook her head in amusement.

“Not me.”, Jess admitted truthfully.

“But I knew!”, Beth tuned into the conversation with a triumphantly smile on her lips.

“And I was the first whom Lessi told that she kissed a girl!”, Ella yelled excitedly, hugging her best friend after she and the Barcelona player left the ice tub.

“Guys!”, Alessia nervously tucked a loose string of her hair behind her ear. This was too much attention on her coming out for her liking.

“Don’t worry, baby gay, we’re here for you.”, Lucy winked at the red-faced forward.

“Oh my god.”, slightly embarrassed the younger woman hid her face in her hands.

“It’s okay to be gay, you’re in good company.”, Beth reassured the fellow Blonde cheerfully.

“I know it’s. I just don’t won’t to be babied.”, Alessia clarified while sticking her tongue out into the direction of the Barcelona defender.

“Lucy won’t do it again. I’ll take care of it.“, Beth promised, raising an eyebrow in the direction of your older teammate.

Unimpressed by Beths threat, Lucy smirked at her: “What are you going to do about it?“

“I’ve my tools for that.“, the winger replied, elbowing the defender hard in the side.

Alessia had to suppress a laugh. Yes, it was still awkward to talk about it but she could always count on her teammates to provide a safe space.

Right after the international break, you had a few free days. And you had something planned for Alessia.

Cluelessly, the blonde striker followed you through the streets of London. You had told her to dress up and that you would go out but you never said where you would take care.

You felt a bit nervous, hoping that she would like the idea as you came to a stop.

Alessia looked at you, then at the sign of the gay bar. You could see her thoughts racing behind her eyes.

You smiled at her encouragingly: “Let’s get inside. Millie and Ona are already waiting, Lessi.“

“Okay…“, she said plainly.

“No need to be nervous. Trust me.“, you promised her and gently took her head. You led her inside the bar where Ona Battle and Millie Turner already sat at a table, waving at the two of you.

“Hi, girls.“, you smiled.

“Hey!“, Ona greeted you and Alessia with a hug. You could feel Alessia relax beside you.

“Hi, great to see you two again.“, she beamed at her former Manchester United teammates.

“Miss you at Manchester, girl.“, Millie laughed.

You pulled Alessia closer to you: “Sorry, she plays for Arsenal now!“

“What about me?“, Ona complained loudly.

“Oni, I miss you the most. Your hair is so good for braiding!“, Millie grinned, running a hair through the Spaniards ponytail.

“Oh my god! You’ve a favourite!“, Alessia yelled, sitting down at the table with them. Being with her friends seemed to help her nervousness. You watched with a smile on your lips.

Ona pulled her hair out of Millies grip: “We’re not here to braid hair!“

“No, first round of drinks is on me.“, Alessia said confidently.

The Spanish defender shook her head determinedly: “No, it’s on us!“

“What? Why?“, Alessia asked, looking at her former teammates in confusion.

“Because it’s your first time here.“

Alessia looked at you from across the table: “It has been many firsts at the moment but I love them all.“

Your heart filled with so much love at the sight of her beaming with happiness.

“That’s normal in your first queer relationship.”, the Manchester United admitted.

“True.”, Ona agreed with a warm smile on her lips.

“I really appreciate how supportive everyone is. Makes me feel less stupid.”, your girlfriend confessed.

After a short pause she lifted her drink:” Cheers everyone.”

“Cheers.”, you all clinked your glasses against each other. The fun part of the evening officially started. It turned out to be a very happy reunion, a lot of memories were made together.

Later in the tube, Alessia whispered into your ear:” I want to do it tonight.”

The sentence sends a shiver down your spine.

“Are you sure?”, you asked her, while you couldn’t hide how thrilled you were at the prospect of it.

“Yes.”, the blonde confirmed seriously. Her light blue eyes turned darker with desire as the tube was rushing through the London Underground system. Filling you with thrill and excitement about what was to come.

“Alright.”, you smiled at her.

“Please. I can’t wait.”, Alessia answered passionately, running her free hand who wasn’t on the handle impatiently through your open hair.

“Okay, babe. We’ll be doing it.”, you replied, before kissing her, much to your surprise the blonde answered this kiss even hungrier. Both of you forgot where you were in this moment, the only thing that mattered right now were you two.

“Shit, we need to get out.”, you realized, when the tube stopped at your station.

“Oh shit.”, your girlfriend cursed.

You let out a relieved laugh, once you left it, the sound of closing doors behind you: ”  Thank god, we made it out of there right in time.”

“We’re home.”, you announced. Alessia and you were both a little nervous. Expectation hung in the air.

“Finally.”, the forward responded, letting her handbag fall to the ground, so she was able to cup your face with her hands before giving you fervent kisses enlighten a fire inside of you.

Turned out the wait has been worth it, the first sex with her was perfect.

A few months have passed since that day, you felt proudness when your girlfriend asked you to go as her date to an award ceremony. Both of you had fun planning your outfits together.

In the evening you walked hand in hand on the red carpet.

“Miss Russo, it’s cute that your teammate is accompanying you tonight, how are you feeling tonight?”, the journalist addressed the question to Alessia.

“Really good. I’m very excited that my girlfriend can be here with me.”, she beamed at him.

“Girlfriend?”, the man raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.”, the blonde confidently raised her chin.

“What are you two wearing?”, the journalist swiftly changed the topic.

“It’s cute, right?”, Alessia swirled around to show off her dress.

“Tooney, hi.”, you waved at the familiar face. The walk on the red carpet was over for you both.

“Hi.”, she greeted you two.

“You’re looking great.”, your girlfriend complimented her best friend.

“Thanks so do you.”, Ella winked.

“I had the best personal stylist at my side.”, Alessia said while looking at you.

“Oh, please.”, you felt your cheeks turn hot.

“It’s true.”, she pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I thought you were just trying to experiment, but you look so much happier now.”, Ella told your girlfriend happily.

“I am, Tooney.”, the Arsenal forward’s face lit up.

“That’s the most important part.”, Ella answered, before pulling you both into a hug.

Alessia couldn’t stop the feelings she had for you and the football player wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[twistedfics]

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

Leona (twisted wonderland) x AFAB!reader (no pronouns mentioned) NSFW

2.3k+ words

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hi! this story is 18+ and contains dark content. read at your own risk.

tags/warnings: ⚠️ non-con/dub-con, somno, biting, dacryphilia, breeding, possessive sex, mating, leona is in rut, licking, cum eating, kinda yandere ig?, leona is mean, maybe a bit ooc

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summary: what if the night you stayed at savanaclaw went a little.... differently?

Leona had been acting strange. Or, at least, that’s what you thought. You couldn’t exactly say you knew the guy very well but something seemed off about him. 

But then again, maybe you were just majorly pissing him off. If you knew anything about him at all, it would probably be that he wouldn’t exactly want people (that he doesn’t seem to like, especially) all up in his business. And especially not in his bed. Whoops.

You’ll admit, it wasn’t the best arrangement, but given your current options, it was all you had. You had to stay somewhere right? It’s only temporary, you can live with him hating you for a night. 

Leona grumbled to himself, tail flinging around as you attempted to make yourself comfortable. He had thrown himself down in the middle of his bed in the midst of his little tantrum and you were forced to squeeze yourself into the bed the best you could. And as far away as you could manage. All those times you thought about Leona getting you into his bed, this wasn’t exactly what you had imagined.

“This is so fucking stupid. I should just throw you out and let you and that damn cat of yours find someone else to bother.” He spat in your direction, but you didn’t acknowledge it. Maybe if you just face the other way and pretend to sleep, he’ll calm down?

“You better not make a fucking sound tonight. If you wake me up, you’re dead, herbivore.” Guess not. 

You sighed and turned slightly in the bed, looking over your shoulder at him. You spoke softly, “Look, Leona. I’m sorry about this, really. but I really appreciate you letting us stay here. I’ll keep quiet, okay? You won’t even know I’m here.”

He didn’t look at you, but you heard a quiet “ugh” which you decided to take as a response. You knew you weren’t getting much more. 

“Goodnight, Leona,” you said as you turned back to face the wall, closing your eyes. You just needed some sleep, and then you’ll figure everything out in the morning.

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You awoke to a room that was far too dark for it to be anywhere near morning. You felt hot. Way, way, way too hot. You attempted to move but found yourself constricted. What was going on? 

In your half-asleep state, you tried to kick away whatever it was that was holding you in place, and your heart nearly stopped when you were lucid enough to feel it. Something was pressed up against you from behind, holding your body against the mattress. Your eyes shot open when you felt something wet and hot against your neck. 

You tried to scream and were immediately silenced with a hand over your mouth. 

“Shh. I told you to be quiet.” A deep voice growled in your ear. Leona? That was definitely him. What in the seven was he doing?

“Leona, wha-” your voice was muffled, and he shushed you again. “You smell so good,” he mumbled, shifting against you. And that’s when you felt it. Something long and hard pressed against your ass. 

Panic shot through you as you began to struggle against him. You managed to turn yourself towards him before he got a hold of you again, removing his hand from your mouth in the process.

“Stop. Stop, Leona, please!” You cried trying desperately to pull yourself out of his grasp. This proved impossible, as he simply tightened his hold on you. It felt like he was trying to crush you to death.

“Maybe you should of thought of that earlier? You know, before you decided to invade my space all night.” He spoke low, way too casual for the situation you were in. His teeth pressed against your neck and you gasped.

This is apparently your fault to him??? You didn’t ask for this! You were only staying here out of necessity anyway. Sure he was hot, and you can’t lie that you haven’t thought of this before, but you never wanted it like this. Why now? Why you?! Violated just because a man can’t keep it in his pants? It’s sick!

Despite your constant struggling and protests though, Leona didn’t let up. His claws were digging into where he held you by your hips and you were sure your neck was probably bruised beyond belief. And to make matters worse, no amount of your crying was keeping him from pressing himself into your thigh. 

“Leona, please! You’re scaring me. Let me go right now!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he maneuvered himself on top of you. One of his hands held your wrists together above your head, the rest of his body pinning you against the mattress. Tears were falling down your cheeks now, sobs getting stuck in your throat. You were no match for his strength. You couldn’t see yourself getting out of this alone.

“Do you ever shut up?” He growled, attacking your neck with his teeth again. His claws started to work at tearing your shirt apart and his hips not so subtly ground against your thigh. You tried to thrash around one last time, but the groan that came from him at your movements stopped you in your tracks. This was a nightmare.

“W-why are you doing this?” Your voice was shaking now, sobs being ripped from your throat at every nip of his teeth against it.

“I let you sleep here out of the kindness of my heart, didn’t I? I should at least get something out of it.” He had completed his task of ripping your top to shreds, and he slowly moved himself down your body, biting and sucking at your skin the whole way.

You whimpered when he reached your chest, licking at one of your nipples while his hand came up to pinch at the other one. He teased you for a while, switching between your tits, sucking and licking at your nipples while massaging the other one. 

You could feel him each time he ground himself against your thigh. He was so hard, and you could almost swear he was growing harder- if that was even possible. Pre-cum dripped from his tip and soaked the front of his pants, so much so that you could feel it, sticky on your exposed skin.

His free hand moved down to toy at the waistband of your shorts and your breath hitched. He was really doing this. This was really happening. 

You tried to free your hands but found that he still had your wrists caught in an iron grasp. Tears were now pouring down your face, begging and pleading as you sobbed for him to stop, to just let you go. 

Why did this have to happen to you?

He came back up so he was level with you, his face just centimeters from yours. You searched his eyes for any kind of remorse at what he was doing, but there was nothing. His pupils were blown wide with lust as he smirked down at you.

His face moved closer towards you and you froze as you felt him lick at your face, wiping away your tears in the most disgusting way possible. You felt like you were going to vomit.

“You’re cute when you cry. Be a lot cuter if you were quiet though,” he whispered to you, nipping at your ear before moving back down your body. 

You had given up struggling, accepting your fate. You couldn’t get out of this. He was too strong, and there was no reasoning with him. Something was wrong. He wouldn’t listen, you knew that. 

You cried even harder as he finally ripped away the material of your shorts. You felt humiliated, left in just your panties as you cried and shook beneath him.

His hand slipped past your panties to toy with your cunt, and you watched in horror as he flashed you a predatory smile. 

His next words sent ice through your veins, “Would you look at that, herbivore? You’re soaked. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Freak.” He chuckled and you felt as if you weren’t even in your own body anymore.

Were you enjoying this? No! You can’t be. You’re scared out of your mind and you want it to stop. So why are you wet? Surely a natural reaction, right? There’s no way you could actually be into this kind of thing, right?

“Look at that pretty pussy. All f’ me.” While you were lost in thought, he had torn your underwear away completely. He spread you apart with two fingers, watching as your wetness dripped from your core between your thighs. You didn’t think you’ve ever been more embarrassed.

He pressed down harshly on your clit, closely watching your reaction as your whole body jerked. His stare had you pinned, you felt like prey being stalked. But the lion had already caught you. 

“I hope you’re ready, herbivore. I’m done waiting.” He let go of your wrists and swiftly flipped your body around. Your face was now pressed against the mattress, support from your arms taken from you as he once again pinned your wrists, this time holding them behind your back. 

With one hand he pulled your hips up, leaving you face down with your ass up, level with his hips as he kneeled behind you. He removed his hand for a moment, and you heard the rustling of clothes before you felt his hard cock pressing against your soaked entrance. 

His hand came back to grip your hip, claws digging in and leaving marks on your skin. Your body involuntarily tightened up as it anticipated what would come next.

Leona pushed his hips forward slowly, groaning softly as he forced the tip of his leaking cock into your little cunt. 

“If you don’t relax this is going to hurt a hell of a lot more than it would have,” he grunted and continued to press forward.

You whimpered as you tried to force yourself to relax, your body not wanting to welcome the intrusion. He was huge! It hurt like hell, but no matter what, he wasn’t stopping, and you cried out as his tip stretched you out more than you had ever felt before. 

“That’s it. Take it, you little brat.” You moaned as his cock continued to stretch you out, the feeling burning more with each inch that entered you.

After what felt like forever, he finally bottomed out. He sighed as his hips pressed against your ass and you took a deep breath to try and prepare for what came next. You could feel him inside of you, pressing against the walls of your pussy, hot and twitching.

Without warning he pulled back and quickly slammed his hips forward, pressing you hard against his bed. He gave you no time to adjust, starting out with a quick and brutal pace, abusing your pussy with each harsh thrust.

“Fuck! You’re so tight~ So perfect for me, herbivore.” He bent himself over you hammering his hips into you as he spoke into your ear. His words were interrupted by his own moans, matching the sounds you made as you cried and drooled into the pillows. 

He nipped and licked at the back of your neck, working his way over your shoulders as his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you. You gasped and felt him grin against your skin. You weren’t supposed to like this! So why did it feel so good?

“That feel good, huh?” He readjusted to continue hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars, fucking you impossibly harder. He let go of your wrists to get a better grip on your waist and your hands fell limply to the bed. You moaned loudly, losing yourself to the feeling of his cock deep inside of you, letting yourself enjoy the moment. He bent his body over you once more, licking at the shell of your ear, making you shudder. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered to you, “Cum. For. Me.” 

Each word was punctuated with an insanely hard thrust, sending you hurtling over the edge. Your vision blacked and you screamed, falling completely limp in his arms as your orgasm hit you hard.

You tried to catch your breath, but Leona didn’t let up. He continued his harsh pace, fucking you into the mattress as he panted and moaned in your ear. The wet sounds of his hips slapping against your thighs echoed through the dark room. 

“Almost there, fuck!” he moaned loudly, his claws biting into your skin as he held you in a death grip. 

“Leona~ Leona, please, stop it hurts, please!” The sensation of overstimulation had you sobbing again, repeatedly chanting Leona’s name and begging for him to stop, to just give you a break.

“Shh, shh~ Shit! I'm almost there! Fuck, just a bit more baby,” He moaned directly in your ear, face pressed into the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna fill you up, yeah? Fuck you full of my cum, everyone’s gonna know you’re all mine- fuck! My own personal little fuck toy. My mate.”

His words sent you over the edge again, screaming out his name as you clenched down on his cock. He followed right after you, biting down hard on your shoulder, breaking the skin as he pumped you full of his hot cum. You could feel it inside you, hot and sticky as it filled you up while he rode out his high. 

When his hips finally stuttered to a stop, he collapsed on top of you, trapping you beneath him. You were both a sweaty, panting mess and it was a while before he finally lifted himself off you.

He slowly pulled out, watching as his and your cum gushed from your cunt, staining the sheets below. Using his fingers, he scooped some up and pulled your head back by your hair, shoving it into your open, panting mouth.

You closed your lips around his fingers and sucked and he sat back to watch as you licked his hand clean. He removed his fingers with a pop, drying them off on the sheets before giving you a quick pat on the head.

“You'll be a good little mate.”

hi there! if you made it this far, thank you! sorry if this was a little rocky, it was my first time writing smut/dark content. i'm a little rusty with my writing >_< but i tried my best!

if you enjoyed this, please like and/or reblog! interaction is very much appreciated! <3

[iluvmorales]

The alleyway

summary Prowler!miles meets you, but not at the best time?

a/n send in requests! For any of the spiders or prowler!miles <3

word count ??

You don’t know why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to go on a walk at night, and in Brooklyn. Ever since the police captain was killed, the area, the city, and the people went to complete shit.

So now here you are, running through the alleyways, ducking left and right trying to get this group of grown men away from you and off your ass.

Were they after money? Your valuables? Or you? You didn’t even know because they didn’t say anything, just 5 men start fucking bolting at you with no warning.

You slid, practically drifting left and around a corner. You breathed out, after you’d been holding your breath for god knows how long while running.

“Why the fuck, these assholes..” you heard the footsteps coming closer and closer, knowing one had seen where you turned. You grabbed a plank that’d been thrown behind the dumpster and right when one was about to turn

Whack!

The board hit him dead center on his face, causing him to fall back and hit his head. He stopped moving thank god, but you assumed he was still alive.

“You bitch!” One launched at you, but you hit him with the board as well, only this time you weren’t as successful with knocking him onto the floor and out.

The prowler overheard the ruckus between the alleyway, and peered down from the top of the building. A girl, around his age trying her hardest to whack, possibly kill 4 men with a wooden plank. A wooden plank? What the fuck?

Obviously, to him she looked like she was doing alright seeing as how one was already unconscious and another was beaten bloody with a broken nose.

The prowler felt bad leaving you, but he had work to do and people to meet. He had no time to save some random girl in an alleyway.

“Ugh get a fucking life! Someone help!” You yelled to the men, then as loud as you could you asked for help.

Your arms were getting tired, your head was pounding and you were frustrated. Frustration quickly turned to pure fear when a man came from behind you and grabbed you, you elbowed him in his face, kicked and screamed.

Suddenly, the man fell to his knees and someone caught you before you hit the ground. You freaked out even more, still kicking and yelling.

“Chill out, I’m helping.” The distorted voice whispered, placing you down. Your knees were weak and you stumbled back watching him easily take out the guys one by one.

You let out a sigh of relief, back against the wall as you slowly slid down, your head falling into the palms of your hands. “Are you okay?” The “prowler” asked, stepping towards you.

Suddenly you remembered just who you were saved by and the unsafe feeling crept back. Quickly standing you replied; “yeah-yeah I’m good thank you. Even though I had the situation under control.” You cleared your throat and laughed, trying to lighten the mood and hide your fear.

“Aight, that’s good. You need me to walk you home? It’s not safe out here at night, if you haven’t noticed.” He spoke, the distorter gone. You could tell he was laughing at his own little joke and smiled. He was scary looking and had a dark aura, but his voice was so comforting.

“Yeah, please. That was lowkey kind of scary.” You say, walking out of the alley with the tall, dark prowler towering over you. Just his aura and looking alone scared off people, and you had him following behind like a guard dog.

Your house was kind of a long walk, and awkward silence was creeping up. “So, what’s ya’ name?” He asked, peering down but his head still tilted up. “Y/N..think i already know yours” you laughed a little, earning an un-seen grin but content a hum from the prowler.

“You know.. I thought you were a old man but lowkey, you sound kinda young” you called him out, looking back while walking then quickly turning back. “Let’s just say we’re around the same age” the prowler replied, shrugging off the indirect question.

Finally, the silence between the both of you was more comfortable. Enjoying the beauty and dangers of the neon-lit city, it’s graffiti and lights. You came to a stop in-front of a town house, turning back to the prowler.

“Thank you for everything, really.” You smiled at him, a genuine look in your eyes he had never received from anyone while in this suit. “Yeah it was no problem hermosa ..” he shrugged again, this time also shrugging off the heat that rose to his cheeks. You smiled as your cheeks got hot at the nickname, the way his voice was breathy and he rolled his r had you freaking out internally.

“Hope to see you around, without me being in danger that is” you laughed, walking up the steps and opening your door. “See you around” was all he could manage to say as he watched you walk up the steps and into your house.

He hummed to himself before walking into an alleyway and clawing his way up a building so he could easily jump roof to roof, on his way to meet his uncle.

“Y/N..” he whispered to himself, a smile across his lips.

[billskeis]

Ur writing has me kicking my feet and giggling🤭🤭

Anyway, could you maybe write a light smit type fic with 2010 Tom and a fem!reader who wears like miniskirts and crop tops(lowkey slutty). And like, enemies to lovers where Tom acts like he hates all of the outfits but in reality they just have him in a chokehold.

(Only if ur comfy with it but do whatever you want) keep up the good writing💕💕

ᡣ𐭩 jean to jean action w tom

he attempted to swallow a hard lump in his throat, mouth pursed together as his jaw clenched. he watched how you applied the lip gloss onto your lips while you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

you weren’t the only one relishing in how you looked tonight.

tom absolutely hated the shit that you wore whenever you guys went to house parties, for him, that means he isn’t the only one who gets to see you like this.

“y/n, do you have to wear that tonight?” you turn your head to look at tom with a stern look, “there’s nothing wrong with what i’m wearing tonight, i look good, don’t i?” tilting your head teasingly staring at him, not breaking eye contact. “yeah fucking right..”

he scoffs, kissing his teeth while shaking his head, “y/n. you know how men are, especially when we go out.. they’re fucking animals,” he stares you up and down to reflect on what attire you had put on this time.

showing off most if not all your skin, you wore a denim miniskirt that stops right above the cheeks of your ass, kitten heels, and a crop top that oh—doesn’t stop at your midriff, stops right above your boobs. you show off your belly piercing, it dangles whenever you take a step or move. sometimes when you raise your arms to stretch, a bit of your tattoo between your chest shows a bit. this drives him fucking insane.

you look at him, seriously?

it’s unlike him to actually say something as such, as he’s always been such an asshole about it. you would think he would get tired from the countless comments he makes about your choice of clothing which were on YOUR body. you don’t understand what his problem is. it wasn’t even like the two of you were together so why does he get a say in what you’re wearing?

you take a step, slowly, heels clacking with each movement. following you, tom backs up with every movement of yours he’s right behind you. eventually, he stumbles upon himself and falls onto the couch. you stand there, above him, smirking as he looks up at you somewhat embarrassed.

“don’t act like you haven’t been eye fucking me the whole night, tom,” you sit straddling his lap, bodies fully not touching yet. he attempts to look away not knowing what to do but you grab his braids from the back of his head making him look into your direction. “i know you want me,” “and what if i do?”

now this just took a turn.

given the situation, his hands snake around your waist to which you push them back and hold them down onto the couch, “mmh nn, what do you think you’re doing? since you wanna act brave and tell me about what i can and cannot wear,” he groans, “fuck, y/n you’re killing me over here..”

“are you gonna let me wear what i want tonight?” you’re now sat on his lap and you begin grinding your hips onto his crotch, an obvious hard on forming as you can feel it through his jeans. his eyes widen at your boldness.

now he was bold, but now that he’s met some competition.. he doesn’t know what to do.

“u-ugh.. y/n stop, we gotta go in like twenty minutes,” “no tom, listen to me. are you going to let me wear what i want, hm?” grinding down even harder, the friction becoming arousing, you feel yourself becoming wetter every time you rotate your hips on tom.

with every second, he feels himself losing composure. he brings a hand from the couch to lift up the denim miniskirt you had on, seeing the wet spot on your panties grow bigger, dropping his head onto the couch letting you do all the work. “so? what’s it gonna be babe,” you bounce a bit on tom to where he’s now grabbing your hips, guiding your body to bring him closer to the edge.

“fuckfuckfuck fine, you can wear it just.. once we come back just know to be prepared for what comes next..” “mmhm, we’ll see about that,” the both of you now move in sync, you lean in to kiss tom, tongues tangling with one another.

tom deepens the kiss as he feels your tongue purposely lick his lip piercing. as you kiss one another, the two of you both feel your high coming closer, tom losing his composure faster than you are. breaking the kiss, a string of saliva keeps the two of you connected, “gonna come f’me pretty boy?” tom nods as he ruts his clothed crotch into yours.

despite the presence of your clothes, the sensation of it feels amazing. circling your hips together, the feeling through your panties of tom’s jean hem hitting your clit is just right.

“coming..!” tom groans, snaking both arms around your naked waist, he thrusts himself to an orgasm, shaking a bit. you allow tom to ride his high out, grinding slowly but harshly as you feel your own orgasm coming. it’s obvious his hit harder than yours as you were able to quickly compose yourself. him on the other hand, not so much.

“baby..” tom breathes deeply as he tries to catch his breath, you get off his lap and kiss his cheek, wiping a bit of the sweat off his forehead. giggling you begin to walk away, “m’ gonna change my bottoms, you should too,” turning to enter your shared bedroom.

he looks down at the now obvious wet spot on his jeans, not knowing if the cum on it is yours or his.

“fuck, i really wanted to wear these..”

[yujinnieswifeu]

can you do one where the reader feels like they have lost their sex appeal and asks a friend for help to understand the situation? (Here my inspo and can you do a g!p too plz)

Pairings: sub!fem reader x g!p dom!wonyoung

Warnings: smut, g!p wonyoung (wonyoung has a dick)

a/n: hi anon! Just wanna say thanks for the inspo, i really like it when people request a plot which you did, and also i rlly hope you enjoy this cause i sure did when i wrote🥹. U didn’t request any specific idol so i just went w wony to complete ot5 and also cause i feel she would fit this inspo the best! (Btw, i recognise the fanart hehe, should i write for genshin too? 🤭)

It has been weeks since you and Wonyoung did that. Every time you try to initiate it, she would decline it, telling you she wants to go to sleep or that she was tired. It has you overthinking, what if she doesn’t like you in that way anymore? Are you just not attractive to her? So many thoughts whirl in your mind and you really needed to let it out. So who else than your bestie? Surely she can help you with this situation right?

。。。(it means time skip)

“I..I don’t know how to tell you this.” You say, feeling embarrass even thinking about the situation you were going through now, your cheeks feeling hot at the thought of telling something so personal to your best friend. But she was the only one who you could rely on whenever you had troubles. “y/nnnn, you better tell me now.” She dragged her words, rolling her eyes in slight annoyance. You had been this way for the past 30 minutes, and Rei was starting to get frustrated she was not able to get it out from you.

“Fine! Ugh, ithinkilostmysexappeal!” The words comes out quickly, the pout on your face as you look at the floor instead, suddenly finding that to be more interesting. The sudden sound of laughter floods the café instead, your head immediately shoots up, looking at Rei who was now laughing. You looked around, seeing some people stare your way and you glared at her. “Keep it down!” You whispered and she wiped the tears that escaped from laughing so much. “I-i’m sorry, i just can’t believe you just said that.” She said, now more calmly as you sighed frustratingly.

“Wony has been ignoring my advances when i try to initiate.” You say truthfully, your brows furrow in thought, your expression showing how worried you were that Rei becomes serious. “And what does she say?” She frowns, her fingers wrapping around the straw as she stirs her drink, taking a sip of it. “She just tells me she does not feel like it, sometimes she says it’s because she’s tired. I’m worried Rei.” You looked at the table as you let out your emotions, and Rei pouts as she stares at you.

“Maybe she’s just tired like she says? Honestly, i know Wonyoung could never stop loving you with how she keeps talking about you.” You looked up at her, tilting your head. “How do you know that?” You were surprised, Rei has never told you stuff concerning your girlfriend before, so it came off as surprising for you. That was until you could see the slight tint of red on her cheeks, a smirk appearing on your face instead. “Rei…don’t tell me…it’s Liz isn’t it?” You squealed, and it wad Rei’s turn to look at the floor, covering her face.

“Aha, i knew it!” You say rather too loud, attracting some eyes at your table once again, and you mutter a sorry in their direction, looking at your friend who only groans. “Yes but i can’t help it when she looks like a teddy bear most of the time!” It was your turn to laugh, but not as loud this time, with Rei quickly bringing you back to the topic at hand. “Anyways, i think you don’t need to worry so much y/n yah, maybe you just need to..up your game?” She raises her brows in a playful manner, which makes you giggle a little. “You mean…dress something that makes her want to do that with me?” She nods her head, and you give it a thought.

Dress something..what always makes Wonyoung go crazy? Your mind reeled with different images of you, and you were sure your face was red. Rei was giggling at your face, taking pictures from her phone as you groaned, trying to snatch her phone from her.

。。。

You were nervous, your heart was racing every millisecond at this point, you looked at yourself one last time in the mirror, the headband rested on your head was one with bunny ears, and you had wore a lingerie with her favourite colour red. When Rei told you earlier to wear something that would make her go crazy, you immediately thought of this since you had wore something similar before and it had made her go feral. You just hoped the outfit you had on would make her go as feral as that time.

Soon you could hear the sounds of keys jangling, the door opening, and her voice ringing throughout the house.

“Baby i’m home!” She had said, and instead of replying or your usual, where you would greet her with a hug, you immediately jumped on the bed, sprawling yourself out instead to look sexy for her. “Babes?” Her voice echos again, and you could hear the door to your shared bedroom open, your heart was racing as she opens the door fully, her eyes immediately on yours as she froze there on the spot. Her eyes were boring holes into your skin, it made you feel naked, the electric feeling running through you. “Welcome home Wony..h-how do you like my outfit? I dressed up for you since you haven’t been giving my body attention a-and though-” She stops your rambling instead by kissing you with hunger, her hands lost in your hair as she slides them down your back, feeling your skin on her fingers as you melted into her, moaning against her lips.

She pulled away, her eyes now a darker shade of brown, as she bit her bottom lip. “My bunny wants attention that bad huh?” There was that nickname, you only whimper at her words, her hand slides up to play at your headband, stroking the ears as her eyes stayed glue to yours. “Fuck..you make me so hard y/n..” She whispers against your ears, her tongue probes out, flicking against your earlobe as she grinds herself against you, making you feel how hard she was and you gasp, your fingers around her back pulling her closer to you. “Y-you feel that bunny?” Panting, she pulls away, giving you a show as she undo her blouse and unclasps her bra quickly, the bra falling off as she throws it somewhere across the room, leaving the blouse on as she knew what it does to you.

Moving next to you, she pats her lap and you get the message, your thighs over hers as you watch her undo her belt. The bulge was already obvious, poking at her pants wanting to be freed of its confinements. It only makes you squirm on her lap, watching her as she finally pulls down her pants, helping her to get rid of it fully as you throw it at the edge of the bed. You stared at her covered bulge again, a damp spot evident on her panties. It makes you bite your lips, and you hear her clicking her tongue. “Eyes up here bunny.” The nickname rolls over her lips, making you whimper again as you look up into her eyes, feeling like a prey as she stares into yours like a predator. “I want to see you bounce on me bunny, you’re good at that aren’t you? You’re a bunny after all” She cocks her head to one side, and you nod your head desperately. The feeling between your legs was uncomfortable at this point, just aching to be filled with her cock.

You feel her pressing her fingers over your clothed area, the pressure on your clit makes you move your hips, moaning softly for her. She bites her lips, watching you as you masturbate on her fingers, it only makes her harder. She stills your hips with her other hand, sliding your panties to one side, looking down at how wet you are, it almost makes her moan. “Fuck…you’re such a fucking tease huh bunny? Wearing my favourite colour on you..and those bunny ears, you know what it does to me.” She groans, feeling her squeeze at your hip where her hand stayed, before feeling her pull your body closer to her, reaching to take her cock, stroking it and slapping it over your clit.

You gasp, your hands gripping her shoulders as she continues to slap her tip over your clit, making it red and puffy just how she likes it. “So pretty for me, i love you like this bunny..now show me how you bounce on my cock.” She orders, making you whine out. Your hand goes to your panties, wanting to take them off before feeling her hands stop you. “Don’t. I want it on bunny.” She warns, her eyes glaring into yours to not talk back which makes you gulp instead, feeling her guide her tip over your sopping hole. Your eyes rolls to the back when you feel her tip past your hole, the feeling only makes you moan loudly, gripping at her shoulders.

She pulls you down slowly over her cock, letting you adjust to her size before she was fully inside of you. The feeling only makes you whimper, as you start to bounce on her cock. She groans as she watches you move up and down on her cock, her hands goes to your ass, giving them a small squeeze before spreading your asscheeks apart, stretching your hole. It only makes it easier for you to move all the way, the added sensation causes your body to tremble slightly, a shiver running down your spine as you continue to milk her dry.

“W-what a good bunny.” She praises you, pressing her lips on yours as you both make out messily, her tongue slides across your bottom lip asking for access and you part your lips, the feeling of her tongue around yours makes you moan softly, still bouncing on her cock. You could feel her fingers running up your spine, making you shiver as she goes to unclasp your bra.

Pulling away from the kiss, she watches you as you continue to masturbate yourself over her cock, the feeling of your walls wrapping around her makes her moan softly, her hand goes over to your breasts as they shake with each bounce, stimulating them. She could feel your walls tightening around her, making her head tilt to the back as she lets out a throaty moan. “S-so fucking tight bunny.” She groans out, before gripping on your hips, guiding you over her cock.

You could feel your stomach coil, the need to come washes over you “I-i need to cum please Wony?” You struggle to say, and she holds your hip in place, driving her cock in and out of your pussy instead. You cry out, head lost in her neck as she moves her hips even faster, fucking you roughly, making your eyes roll. “I-i’m going to breed this pussy full of my bunnies, o-oh fuck fuck fuck, cum with me bunny!” Her words only sends you over the edge as you cum all over her cock, your eyes rolls back as you see white, crying out her name as your walls closes around her, feeling her seeds paint your insides white.

She pants softly, your head nestled in her neck as you both take some time to come down from your shared orgasms. “Wow.” She wearily says, her fingers drawing lazy circles on your back. You look up at her, and she smiles down at you. “Finally back to earth?” She teases, and you roll your eyes playfully. “Well no, i’m still in heaven.” You reply, a smile forming on your face and you could see her cheeks turn slightly red. It was like a whole different demeanour from when she fucked you, but you liked it either way.

“You going to tell me why you dressed up as a bunny now?” She changes the topic, and it makes you bite your bottom lip nervously. “I just…just thought that i lost my sex appeal.” You tell her truthfully, and her brows furrows in thought, thinking back on how she has been the past few days, the realisation hits her and she sighs. “Baby, look at me.” She says, making you look up into her eyes and she cups your cheeks in her palms. “I’m sorry, i didn’t notice i was neglecting my poor bunny, but i swear i still love you okay? I’ve just been really busy with work and just want to sleep each time i hit the bed.” She pouts, her eyes now looking sad as she stares at your face. You gave her a comforting smile instead, before pressing your lips on hers once more.

“And i’m sorry i did not communicate this with you sooner, it was wrong of me too.” She giggles, her infamous grin appearing on her face instead. “Well, i quite like this one though, you looked so hot in that bunny outfit.” She bites her bottom lip, and you only hide your face against her neck, whining for her to stop teasing you. Giggling, she pulls your face to hers, pecking your lips. “I love you my bunny.” She says, her forehead against yours. “I love you too Wony. And we should wash up now.” You were about to pull away before she pulls you back into her embrace.

“No, let’s stay in this position for a while, i like being inside of you my bunny.” She teases, and you knew you had a long night ahead of you.

[farfaras]

Part 1.

Maybe if Steve acts casual Robin won’t even notice. She barely pays attention to him when she’s too busy rambling about her love life. Or lack there of. If Steve’s lucky, today is gonna be one of those days.

But Steve’s good luck probably ended the first time he took a look at a demogorgon.

“What is that?” Robin giggled. If she finds this amusing wait until she hears what actually happened.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. That only worked when I thought you were an actual idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Steve put on his family video vest and clocked in.

“What? I notice things!” Robin exclaimed when Steve made his way to the counter.

“Yeah, when you’re not too busy daydreaming about Vickie.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“Objection!”

“Stop it!”

Steve sighed. How could you explain your friend sucked your neck to make your another friend jealous when you don’t even like said friend? Tricky.

Ugh. Robin was gonna make fun of him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Steve tried. It was a last resort to save himself from the embarrassment.

“Yeah, because I’ve never experienced anything out of the ordinary.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve knew she wouldn’t let it go. “When did you even go on a date, dingus? I don’t remember you telling me about it.”

“I didn’t go on a date.”

“Well then who did that?” She narrowed her eyes. “Ew! Are you in a friends with benefits situation?” She look scandalized and curious at the same time. “Because honestly Steve, I don’t think that’s your thing. I mean even if you try, it wouldn’t work out. You’re like an actual romantic. Wanting a serious relationship, yearning connection and all that shit. It would be cute if you weren’t kinda desperate sometimes.” Okay he had to cut her off if he wanted to keep his ego unbruised.

“Jesus! Okay! You don’t have to say it like I’m some loser who can’t get a girlfriend!” If he needed humbling he knew who to call now though.

“But you kind of are.”

“Do you want to know or not?” Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hoping Robin would give him some insight. Once she stopped making fun of him. “It was Eddie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and… excitement? “Holy shit! It finally happened?” What is she talking about now? “I thought I would actually have to wait another year at least for you guys to figure it out.” There’s nothing that makes Steve feel more inadequate than when he doesn’t get what people are talking about. “I mean anyone who’s got eyes could see how much you two liked each other and it’s cute but I was getting tired of the pining..” she trailed off when she saw how silent Steve was. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

Pining? Like each other? Did Robin think..? Did Eddie?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He questioned. His mind was going through every interaction him and Eddie once had. Trying to analyze his own behavior to come up with an explanation as to why someone would think he likes Eddie.

“Oh god. I thought. Did you guys not like… get together?” She was hesitant. It felt like she was trying not to scare a wild animal.

“No.”

“I gotta stop running my mouth like that. I’m sorry.” She looked mortified and it would be funny if this was another situation. “But what? Why would he do that? I’m so lost here, Steve.”

Steve went through backstory first, then he started retelling the events of the other day. Including how he actually enjoyed himself a little. He might as well be a hundred percent transparent, she was his best friend after all.

“Robin, say something.” His best friend being silent was not something he was used to.

“I’m so confused.” She said.

“Me too.” His confusion was starting to fade. The answer right in front of his face.

“So you’re… not together? Even after that?”

“I don’t even like him like that!”

“But you said you liked it!”

“Who wouldn’t!”

“I wouldn’t! Steve, a boy giving me hickeys is one of my worst nightmares.” He knew that. He knew it meant something that he liked it. The question is if he’s ready to face what it means.

“I- I know, okay?”

“Steve, say the word and we’ll stop talking about this.” He loves his best friend. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her.

“No. I think I’m ready.” Steve muttered. Robin smiled gently at him and that was all the encouragement he needed to feel safe enough to say it out loud.

“I like him.”

They hugged.

-

“It kinda sucks that he doesn’t like me back though.”

Robin thunked her head on the counter.

[portgasdwrld]

📂Invitation

Featuring: Ace x fem!reader

Warning: Suggestive, established relationships

Note: I love writing about Ace, what can I say..

You were sitting at a table in this mildly crowded bar with some member of the crew. You played with your ustensiles as you felt jealousy building up. Your eyes throwing daggers at Ace’a tattooed back. Your boyfriend was caught up in a conversation with two, not one, but two women at the bar.

He was always painted as an extrovert as he enjoyed meeting new people and getting to know them. It goes without to say that he also had a lot of friends and your relationship itself started on a friendship.

There was nonetheless an issue that you couldn’t quite fix with him, he was too fkg flirty with strangers. He could be social or whatever he said, but you knew he just likes to get a reaction out of you by throwing a nice smile at some random girl.

-Are you planning a murder? Marco teased as he watched you glare at the fire user.

Your gaze shifted to your friend and you let a deep sigh with a defeated expression.

-Ugh, he’s so annoying.

You whined while ruthlessly dropping the spoon on the table with a slight pout. He chuckled while throwing a good luck, knowing it won’t be simple to tame down his younger brother bad habits. Ace loved you more than anything else in this world and he always made it really clear, but he was also playing on your nerves sometimes.

You sipped on your drink, trying to forget about this and enjoy your time here, before going back to the boat and sail for days or maybe weeks.

-Y/n, let me fix your lipstick. A gloss would make them pop too.

Izou commented noticing the change in your behaviour ever since y’all got there. He tried to distract your thoughts and it kind of worked as you agreed and searched through your purse.

He handed you a shade he thought you would like and you grabbed it before applying your gloss on top.

-Oh! I really like it! Thanks!

You exclaimed happy as you checked yourself out in your small mirror pocket. Then, Izou and you engaged in a fun conversation talking about your similar interest and your impressions of the island. By that time, you forgot about Ace, not even noticing a man stopping behind you and tapping your shoulder. Izou frowned and you looked over them to see a handsome tan man smiling at you.

-Hey, I couldn’t miss how pretty you are and I was wondering if I could maybe invite you for a drink? I hope I’m not interrupting!

He explained and finished by pointing at you and your friend. You shook your head with a giggle. You smiled back flattered by the compliment and his politeness, but you had a boyfriend (even tho he wasn’t really boyfriending rn💀).

-I’m sorry, I already have a boyfriend.

You replied with an apologetical smile. He seemed disappointed, but flashed his light teeth again and you noticed a dimple on each of his cheeks.

-Alright, then! That sucks, but do you mind if I still get you something? Anything that you want, it’s on me tonight.

-Uh..I mean, I’m not really sure. You can go ask my boyfriend. If he’s fine with it, then I will be more than happy to have free food~

You retorted unsure as you quickly glanced at Marco next to you. Marco smirked to himself as he sipped on his beer. You pointed at your man so the stranger could see who was the “boyfriend” in question.

-Damn, he seems to have quite the company..

He commented under his breath, giving you flashbacks of your early night. You frowned annoyed and rolled your eyes.

-Yeah, tell me about it.

You spat with bored eyes, clearly over the situation. You didn’t wanna give it to Ace, that you were jealous and to go up to him and be like “ hey girlies, that’s my man y’all flirting with, by the way~ I’m sorry to break the possible threesome ideas, but here’s the truth.” To then beat him up for being such a manwhore.

Anyway…

The guy nodded as he chuckled. He walked away towards the pirate with confidence and just stole one of Aces fries. It earned him a dark glare from him that you and to stop breathing for a sec. You didn’t want a fight to break out here in the middle of the night.

-Are we getting some actions tonight ?

Marco commented with a teasing tone. The other guys laughed as you just gave a confused look to Izou.

-Soo, I heard the pretty girl there say you’re her boyfriend. Is that true ?

Ace’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at you and noticed your table and few others were looking at the scene. You rubbed your face with your hands expecting the worse. He turned his body sideways so he was kinda facing the man.

-Yeah it’s true. Why do you wanna know?

-Because I wanna invite her for a drink and some food.

-Go ask someone else, she’s taking.

Ace spat back annoyed, you could see his already thin patience running out. He grabbed his hat on the counter and put it over his dark hair. He stood up, standing face to face with the stranger. You noticed the two girls exchange a look, before they stared at you and gave you a sorry smile, that you awkwardly received.

-Well, she refused anyway, but I still wanna invite her table.

The man continued plainly as he was lighting up a cigarette. Ace cocked one of his eyebrow as he was thinking about it, he looked at you for a plit second. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and smirked, his signature cocky grin.

-Nah, if she needs anything, she has me. So we will be good thanks. Go find another girl, there is plenty of them here.

He concluded, but the man in front of him didn’t seem satisfied. He exhaled a cloud of smoke in your boyfriend’s face, before he slightly leant in front of Ace.

-Then be by her side, cowboy.

It was the last straw for your boyfriend that grabbed the stranger collar and punched him in the stomach. The stranger fell on the floor dragging a table in his fall. An uproar surged in the bar, people yelling excited from the unfolding fight.

-I don’t need to hear it from you.

Ace growled back as he walked away from him. You shook your head not quite believing this encounter turned into a fight. He walked over to the table you were sitting with an apologetic smile. You glared at him with a disapproving expression.

-Hey, sorry for creating a scene. I should’ve stayed with you more tonight.

He apologized with a peck on your forehead. The commander put his hat on your head. You sighed but a small smirk creeped up your lips. You pushed his hat slightly backward so you can stare at him.

-Then make up for it, Fire Fist~

[nom-nommmm1]

TRICKSTER - DEAD/PELLE

Content Warning !!: You and Pelle showering together, softdom!Pelle x fem!reader, fingering, unprotected p in v

I was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I heard Dead yell through the bathroom door. “Y/n?! Could you get me a towel?” He asked peaking his head through the door. “Yea one sec!” I yell back, pausing my movie and picking up a towel that was in a laundry basket and knocking on the bathroom door. “It’s unlocked!” Dead yells I open the door and Dead says “could you hand it to me?” I look a little confused but go along with it and hand it to him. Swish I drop the towel being pulled into the shower by his arms. I yelp as I feel the ice cold water hit my skin, Dead always took freezing showers.

“Pelle!” I gasp hitting his arm. I’m soaked and fully clothed. “Yes babe?” Dead asks innocently, connecting our noses. “Baby! Look at me I’m soaked!” I say shivering Dead chuckles. “You look good” his eyes scan my body, looking at my now see-through white shirt. I cover my body with my arms. “You’re not funny Pelle” I say trying to get out but he stops me, embracing me in a hug. “Please stay in here with me baby? It’s lonely in here without my sweetheart” he asks, laying his head in the crook of my neck giving me small tender kisses.

I sigh. “Ugh you’re so clingy, I guessss I can stay” Dead’s eyes light up as I say that. “Thank you baby!” He smiles again, kissing me softly but with a bit of firmness. Pelle slowly wraps his hands around my neck, pushing me to kiss him harder. I groan into the kiss making Dead chuckle. “Easy babe” he teases starting to play with the hem of my shirt.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” He asks referring to my clothes. The reality of the situation suddenly kicks in and I blush. I’m in the shower with my naked boyfriend. “Sweetheart?” Dead says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nod reassuring him. Dead starts to slowly take off my top.

Once my top is off he begins to kneed my breasts. I gasp quietly. “Is this okay?” He asks looking down at me. I nod eagerly and he stops. “I need words for me to keep going my love” he says. I whine looking at him, just staring made me weak in the knees as I tried to form a sentence. “P-please?” I ask a little embarrassed. Pelle chuckles as he suddenly picks me up, making me straddle his hips as he held my ass and thighs.

I gasp feeling his firm grip on my ass. Dead chuckles again and pulls me into a deep kiss. His wet hair starting to stick to my chest and face. He stopped kissing me looking in my eyes as he slowly removed my shorts. “Are you sure?” He asks looking at me with a serious but loving glare. “Yes” I say simply, that being the only word to come out of my clouded mind. Dead takes my shorts off all the way, throwing them out of the tub. I giggle as he slides his tongue into my mouth.

Dead deepens the kiss, pressing his body against mine creating any sort of friction he can have. He moves his lips to my chin, slowly moving to my collarbone, sucking on the salty skin. I cry out a moan. Pelle starts to suck harder moving his mouth to my chest kissing down it. He then takes one of my boobs into his mouth the other in his hand. He gently starts to suck on my nipple. He moves his free hand all over my body, giving me a few love taps as he does so.

Dead moans, seeing me above him. It’s almost intoxicating to him seeing me this torn up in his touch. I move my hands along Dead’s soaked hair, smoothing it down. Pelle takes his mouth off my chest to look up at me as his grip around my hips tighten, making me firm up my legs around his waist. I look down at him, moving his hair behind his ear as I see his cheeks light up a rosy color.

Pelle repositions me, putting my slit on his bulge. “Is it okay if we go further this time?” He asks, watching me closely. I yelp, feeling his bulge pulsing. He chuckles a little as he hears me. I nod my head to tell him to go and he slowly starts to push his long lengthy fingers into me. I moan as I feel him circle my clit with his thumb.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Dead asks again, looking at me with gentleness. “I’m sure babe, I’m ready” I reply looking into his eyes as he pushes a finger into me again. And I whine for him to go faster and he corporates. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fingers me. Pelle moans as he feels the sting of my nails.

I bring him in a passionate kiss that soon turns into a make out session. Non stop moaning in each others mouths. As I’m about to cum Pelle pulls his fingers out of me. “Hey-“ I whimper. “Not just yet sweetheart, I know” he says pulling me closer to him. Pelle then grabs his member, teasing me with it.

I whine again.”Pelle!” he chuckles. “I’m sorry sweetheart, you are just so fun to play with” I blush as I feel Dead’s grip on my hips tighten. Dead repositioned me so I am comfortably straddling his waist. He looks at me for a moment before pushing his length into me. “Oh Pelle-“ I scream out, but he pulls out and covers my mouth with his free hand. “Cmon now darling, be quiet you don’t want Euro to hears us, do you?” He asks still keeping a firm hand on my mouth.

I shake my head no. “You promise to be quiet?” He asks a little teasingly. “Mhm mhm” I mutter in his hand whilst nodding. “Ok, I’m gonna take my hand off, be quiet” he warns as he slowly take his hand off. Pelle looks between us for a moment, our skin fully touching. We’ve never been this intimate and I could tell, Pelle was loving it.

After a little while of admiring me Dead came back to his senses. He pulled me close again and started to kiss me all over. “Do you know how much I love you?” He asks looking up at me still kissing my stomach. I giggle. “Hm, no why don’t you show me?” I smirk making Dead blush. “Oh really? M’kay” he says as he comes up to my level.

Pelle then slaps my ass making me squeal a little. “Be quiet babeee” he teased. Without warning Dead sticks his erection into me. I burry my face in his shoulder trying to muffle my moans. He then starts to pound into me without hesitation, bucking his hips into mine. I grip Pelles waist, thinking I’ll fall if I don’t.

He then starts to massage my clit as he pounds into me. The sensations start to take over me and I can feel them more than ever before. “Baby- I think I’m gonna-“ my orgasm cutting me off mid sentence.” “oh- mm” Dead whimpers as he feels my hot cum inside of him. He then pulls out and reaches his climax. He cums on my stomach. All of his liquids pouring down. “God you look so cute” he says before pulling me into a tender kiss. Dead moves me to the shower head, the freezing water I had forgotten about hitting me again, making me squeal.

“You couldn’t at least have turned the water up?!” I gasp as Pelle giggles. “Sorry baby, I had to get you clean” he says grabbing the soap and scrubbing me down thoroughly, inspecting my body whilst he scrubs. He then grabs my favorite shampoo. He rubs it in my scalp making me close my eyes in relaxation. He rinses me off and finishes up my conditioner. “You are just so perfect” he mumbles as he finishes ringing me off one last time. I open my eyes. “Nah that’s you babe” I say smiling with half lidded eyes.

We get out of the shower and dry off, putting on our matching pajamas. Pelle carries me to his room. “God what were you fucks doing in there” Euronymous says as he runs to the bathroom to pee. I blush a little embarrassed. Dead sets me on his bed and puts on a movie. He then lays on my stomach pretending to be well, dead. I play with his blonde locks as he drifts off to sleep. “Goodnight Dead” I say kissing the top of his head and drifting off to sleep myself.

A/n:hihihi this was my first ever smut, I hope you enjoyed bc I did and I kind gave up half way 😭 I hope you can’t notice it buttt yea that’s all. Enjoy!

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

A Chance - Part 3**

Ugh took forever! I've been so busy with work but it's up! This little series will have one final part which is already in the works! Read the rest of the series here!

Warnings: workplace drama/gossip, verbal confrontations/discussions, mentions of sexually explicit things, rejection, bad friends, aaaaaaand A BIG FAT SAUCY SMOOCH!

WC: 8.7K

It was Monday again and you were not ready for the work week to start. Despite the lovely time you had with Harry on Saturday morning, you were feeling preoccupied that an inevitable run in with Destiny or Carmen would anger you once again after you’d decided to just get over it. Your paths hardly ever crossed, but now knowing their malevolent nature, you hoped you wouldn’t have to deal with them in a social setting ever again. You didn’t plan to confront them about what they’d said or anything like that, you’d worked through it on your own over the weekend. And you could be professional and interact as needed for work, but outside of that, you wouldn’t be caught where they were. And since you’d shared your concerns with Adam and Harry, you trusted that you wouldn’t have to endure any social events with them in a small group setting ever again. They wouldn’t put you in that situation again and that was enough of a resolution for you. However, when you arrived at your building and hurried into the elevator in the parking structure, you felt your stomach sink as you saw Destiny approaching and step in wordlessly. You were sure you were just imagining the tension between you two until she cleared her throat and turned to face you. 

“Look Y/N, I’m not sure what you think you heard Carmen and I talking about over the weekend but it wasn’t you.” She said matter of factly. You wanted to roll your eyes and tell her that you heard them saying your name, but just stayed quiet as you continue looking at your shoes, “Hey!” She raised her voice a bit and you sighed and glanced up. “Stop pretending like you didn’t go and cry about it to Adam! He told us what you said and said we better apologize to you!” She complained, “And he said that now he and Harry don’t want to be friends with us again because they think we’re shitty people!” She accused you and you frowned. “You literally ruined my night with Harry! He didn’t even tell me he was leaving! If you have a problem with something I’m doing don’t go behind my back and make other people fight your battles for you, Y/N. It’s immature.” She said spitefully.

“Honestly, I don’t know why Adam thought to confront you and Carmen about any of this. I didn’t ask him to get involved. I heard you and Carmen say, with my own two ears, that no one wanted me out with you guys on Friday night, don’t pretend you didn’t say it. After hearing that I just decided to go home, because I can read social cues, unlike you two believe. Adam was being persistent about me staying out the rest of the night and that’s why I shared with him what I heard you two saying, because I shouldn’t have to be out with people who don’t want me around. Who think I’m a freak for having different tastes in entertainment. Who think I’m condescending every time I open my mouth. Who think I’m a basic dresser that no one likes and should’ve stayed home form the start.” You repeated what she had said and her angry expression wavered as she fought off a frown of shame.

“Look, I really don’t have a problem with you or with Carmen, despite what Adam may have said or led you to think. I wasn’t even going to bring this up to either of you ever! If I wanted to discuss it, I would’ve waited for you two to leave the stalls and deal with it then and there because unlike you two, I’m a forthright person. Clearly, I have no problem saying what I think.” You informed her and she refused to look you in the eye. “Yeah, you were a jerk and it hurt my feelings at the time but I realized that you behavior is not an issue I can fix, not matter what I say. That’s all you, Destiny. Why you feel entitled to judge people you don’t know and treat them that way, I have no idea! All I know is that after that experience with you, I knew I just wouldn’t want to interact with you socially again…yet, here we are.” You stated dryly and she looked absolutely stunned as the doors opened to the lobby of your building. When she didn’t say anything you stepped forward and she moved out of your way to let you pass.

“Hey,” you appealed to her and she finally looked up at you with tearful eyes, “I’m not going to be a bitch to you at work because of this, we have shit to do, you know? But I need you to realize that no one has made me feel that badly about myself since I was thirteen years old.” You informed her and she swallowed thickly, “Truly a dark time in my history.” You added with a small, sad smile. “However, I’m too grown for that juvenile mean girl shit. I hope one day you can realize that you are too.” You said and she inhaled shakily to prevent herself from sobbing.

You just hurried on by and went to the next set of elevators only to see her running across the lobby into the bathrooms down here. You hadn’t meant to make her cry, you didn’t even think you’d been rude, but she was locked away in the bathroom now balling her eyes out. This is why you were never even going to confront the situation head on. But Adam and his meddling…a new heaviness was weighing on your chest about it. But you had already confronted Destiny, so you wondered if it was even worth confronting Adam about this. But the more you thought about it the more you decided that this was an opportunity to draw a boundary on what was acceptable of him and what wasn’t. And then it hit you like a ton of bricks that on Friday night it sounded like he was going to confess having feelings for you.

You suddenly didn’t feel equipped to have that conversation with him. Once you got to your floor you trudged over to your cubicle wary of Adam. Thankfully, when you got to your area it was pretty quiet so you assumed he wasn’t in yet and closed your sliding door behind you and settled in. Obviously, he could peer over the divider if he really wanted to talk to you, but he typically respected your space when your door was closed. 

“Hey Y/N!” You heard moments later and glanced up from your screen to see him peering over the divider. He greeted you first seeing as you hadn’t even thought he was in yet.

“Hi.” You greeted with a polite smile.

“You look very nice today.” He complimented you, though there was nothing different about how you did yourself up or dressed on this particular day. 

“Really? I look how I…always do.” You said with an awkward chuckle and he shrugged.

“I don’t know, just…something looks different to me, I guess.” He said and you hummed, mentally deciding if you were going to have a discussion with him about him intervening with Destiny and Carmen or not. “How’s your morning been?” He asked and you took that as your cue to bring up the situation with Destiny.

“Ummm…weird actually.” You said and he hummed and nodded, indicating that you continue. “Destiny approached me in the parking garage-”

“Oh thank god! I told her how upset you were at her and that she needed to apologize for the things she was saying about you with Carmen. You didn’t deserve that from them. They don’t even know you! You know? But I made it clear to them how you and everyone else feels about what they did to you and that she needed to make things right with you.” He said and you sighed.

“Well…she actually started berating me over what you asked of her because she thinks that I ruined her chances with Harry by telling you what they had said about me. She thinks I asked you to go and make her apologize to me, that I was too scared to fight my own battles or something like that.” You sighed with annoyance and he rolled his eyes.

“Well you know it’s not like that.”

“I know that. However, I also didn’t give you permission to communicate anything on my behalf, Adam.” You explained and he frowned in confusion.

“Look, I just wanted to help smooth things over.”

“I know that you meant to do good but I think you created a situation for me which…was uncomfortable.” You said and he scoffed, “I’m not saying that to be a dick, but it’s the truth. There was nothing to smooth over, you know? I hardly even interact with them for work! Either way, I corrected the narrative, assured her I didn’t ask anything of you because honestly, if it were up to me I just wouldn’t have even given it that much effort. I just wanted to move on. Those people aren’t my friends…so while it stung in the moment, I decided not to give it or them more of my energy. Like I told you that same night. I don’t need to prove anything to them so long as I feel good about the decisions I make for myself. And you…took that closure from me.” You said and he shook his head.

“I’m sorry you feel that way about someone sticking up for you.” He said lowly and with a hint of disdain.

“I didn’t ask you to do that!”

“You shouldn’t have to! If someone cares about you they try and make things better for you. That’s all I wanted to do. It wasn’t even my fault that happened! Harry invited Destiny along! So if anyone should’ve been the one to try and resolve this it’s him! But apparently he hasn’t even spoken to Destiny since.” He pointed out and you sighed.

“Harry did reach out and cleared the air with me the very next day.” You shared with Adam.

“Oh…well, it didn’t seem like he was going to and I know how you feel about him to begin with so…” he trailed off.

“I told you already, Harry and I are good.” You assured him. “I just…really would’ve appreciated it if you checked with me first before making claims about how I’m feeling about things to other people. I don’t need help confronting issues, you know that. I also know that on Friday night my feelings were very hurt, so I get why you maybe felt you needed to step in, but now these girls think I have some beef with them and that I’m rallying others up against them and it’s complicated everything.” You explained your frustration. “Again, I appreciate what your intentions but just…ask before you speak for me next time. Please?” You asked.

“Sure.” He huffed before stepping down and getting back to his desk. You frowned but decided to just give him space.

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

Harry had been a little late and he had an important review article to finish writing so he went straight to his desk and got to work. He did text you that he was running late because he was hoping to grab coffee with you, but then just texted back that he’d catch up with you later on, which you had liked and that was that. After an hour he was done and just needed to do his first edit, he was about to get into zone for the editing bit when Adam peeked in.

“Hey man, you got a few minutes?” Harry glanced up and looked at the time for a before nodding.

“Ummm, sure. You alright?” He asked as Adam stepped into his cubicle and slid the door closed before plopping down in the seat across from Harry and groaning quietly. It looked like he was battling with himself for a minute before he leaned forward, the conflicted expression still on his face.

“I like Y/N and I think I really fucked it up with her.” He whispered to Harry.

“Oh…” Harry expressed. A little confused at Adam’s apprehension in sharing this with him. Adam sighed and shook his head, clearly feeling shy about confessing this and Harry smiled a bit.

“Don’t make fun…I know she’s…a little bit much at times but-”

“Whoa! No, I meant “Oh” as in like “that’s it?”. You just seemed really…conflicted about what you were going to say.” Harry explained quietly.

“Well yeah, I am…I didn’t know how you would react to that information. Because well, again, Y/N is just…a little different than the people I typically go for.” He explained and Harry was getting more and more annoyed at the way Adam was sharing this. Almost as if he felt embarrassed that he was into you. “Anyway…I…didn’t heed your warning about confronting Destiny and Carmen.” He explained and Harry tutted. “Apparently she made a a big fuss at Y/N and didn’t even apologize to Y/N like I hoped she would!” he explained, “And I can tell Y/N is trying not to be upset at me…but like…I don’t get it! I mean I was trying to stand up for her, you know? Defend her. Show her that I…could be that for her, you know?” He explained lowly.

“Well…maybe she’s just not that kind of person that expects a partner to…treat her like a damsel in distress. Confrontation is not something she struggles with, you know?” Harry said and Adam nodded.

“Right…how do I fix this?”

“Apologize for overstepping.” Harry said right away. He had no idea why he was helping Adam with you though. He needed to ask you if you were fine with telling Adam about you two because he didn’t feel comfortable with this set up.

“Here’s the thing…I’m not sorry for it because I had good intentions. And I don’t want to apologize when I don’t mean it.” He said and Harry shrugged.

“Then I don’t know, mate.” 

“What if I get her something? To like make up for it?”

“Well personally, that seems like you’re just trying to distract or brush your mistake under the rug.”

“For fuck’s sake…why is she so complicated?”

“I don’t think she is at all.” Harry chuckled, “Y/N is…very obvious and straightforward. Yeah, she can be a little cranky, but it’s part of her charm.” Harry said with an easy smile.

“You really find it charming? After all the times she brushed you off?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, I really do. Now that I understand her better.” He explained and Adam hummed.

“You seem to understand her really well for someone who just started talking to her. I mean, we talk all the time but…I don’t feel like I know enough about her to speak of her how you do. How did you do it?”

“Well, I don’t know…we just have a lot in common I think.” Harry explained and Adam hummed.

“Well…thanks for listening.” 

“Yeah, mate.” Harry hummed as Adam started to stand.

“Oh, and you know just keep it on the DL that I like her. I think she knows, I started to say something to her on Friday but ummm…yeah, just keep it to yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Harry assured and Adam nodded once before leaving. 

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Adam had been really quiet and you could basically feel his brooding for yourself. You thought he was going to come chat but ended up leaving for almost ten minutes before returning and once again, being silent. You could hear him sighing every now and again and you wanted to intervene but decided to just leave it. And when lunch time neared you left a few minutes before to go and find Harry.

“Hey.” You greeted him as you peered into his cubicle. He glanced up from his screen at the sound of your voice and smiled instantly.

“Hi!” He greeted you in return as he pulled off his glasses.

“Have you finished the article?”

“Yeah, just doing a bit of polishing.” He said and you nodded.

“Good.”

“Do you want to have a look before I send it to Gary for editing?” He asked and your eyebrows arched in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve read it way too many times.” He chuckled before standing and stretching. He groaned in relief and you even heard the satisfying cracks of his spine straightening out. “Come, sit.” He invited you and you went over and sat in his seat, already warm from his body heat. He moved around the desk and plopped into the chair across from you and watched you read. It was just a spotlight/ review article about a new enoteca-style bar down town. You were smiling fondly as you read. “Feel free to edit if you see anything that might need improving.” He said and you hummed. After another few moments you pulled back and glanced over at him.

“It’s perfect. Detailed, brief, and it conveys warmth and curiosity about the spot.” You said with a smile, “Excellent job, Harry.” 

“Yeah? It’s good like that?”

“Yeah, I promise.” You assured him.

“Well, since you’re there, send it over for me?” He asked and you smiled and nodded and started drafting up the email. “Adam ummm…came over to talk about your argument this morning.” He added in and you hummed.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it was an argument, I just…think he overstepped by forcing them to apologize. He also told Destiny that you guys thought she was a shitty person.” You said and Harry sighed.

“For fuck’s sake…”

“I know. He just made it bigger than it needed to be…” you mumbled, “I’m trying to forgive him but…I’m still upset. I made Destiny cry because I told her she was a little to grown to be a mean girl…” you sighed and Harry sniggered.

“She cried?”

“Yeah…” you said with a frown.

“Are you feeling bad?”

“I don’t know…it kind of felt good…knowing that I got to her somehow.” You said as you looked over to him, “Not in a bad way. Like got to her in her heart. It was like she saw me as a person for the first time.” You explained quickly.

“I know what you meant.” He said reassuringly and you smiled and then continued with sending off his article.

“There it goes.” You hummed as the little “swoosh” sound effect sounded through the computer’s speaker. “Ummm, I was wondering if you…wanted to grab lunch together?”

“I’d love to.” He accepted with a pleased smile.

“Wanna walk to the deli? Could go for a reuben.” You said.

“Have you had it with toasted marble rye?” He asked with excitement and you nodded.

“Of course. And with concerning amounts of mustard.” You said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, s’the only way.” He agreed.

"Alright, let's go!" you said and started heading over to the elevators.

“Wait.” He narrowed his eyes as he glanced to you, "Do you have it with pastrami or corned beef?" he asked.

"I definitely prefer pastrami, but the corned beef down the street is elite." you admitted and he smirked.

"Okay...I will accept that." he chuckled, "Pastrami cuts are a little too fatty for me." he explained.

"That's the best part!" you argued and Harry just made a dramatic gagging sound and you cackled as you pushed the call button for the elevator.

Soon enough you were walking through the lobby of the building to get outside and walk the few minutes to the deli. You ordered right away and then quickly sat because it really filled up over lunch. You were sitting across from each other in the two-person booth and Harry sighed.

“Hey so ummm…I was wondering if you’d be okay with me telling Adam about us?” He asked, “That like…we’re seeing each other.”

“Well, I think that Adam likes me.” You said with a worried expression, “So…it might…hurt his feelings.”

“Oh… you know about that?” He asked and you nodded, “Well, it’s just that he always comes and asks me for advice about you and I feel a little weird trying to help him get noticed by the person I’m interested in.” He chuckled.

“Oh…” You said in realization and then smiled at Harry.

“Yeah…” he chuckled bashfully and then reached his hand over to yours and you turned it over out of sheer instinct. You were covered in goosebumps and your hearing was transfixed on the sound of your heart pounding away hard inside of your chest. His fingers sliding up your palm caused you to smile until his fingers wrapped around your hand and his thumb extended out to caress your wrist.

“Yeah, you can tell him.” You smiled. “But let me try to make things right with him first.”

“Yeah, of course.” He hummed, “You let me know.”

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

“Hey, Adam! Wait up!” You called after him as he breezed by your cubicle at the end of the day. He sighed but turned around. “Look, I didn’t mean to berate you this morning. I’m sorry.” You apologized and he smiled a bit, “I freaked out. But I just…I wanted to handle this my way, with as little drama as possible, you know?” You explained and he nodded.

“I get it.” He assured and you nodded, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would also apologize for overstepping. “We’re good though.” He said and you rolled your lips together in disappointment and nodded.

“Okay…sounds good.” You added.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see ya’.” You called after him as he headed off. 

You then made your way over to Harry’s cubicle again but as you rounded the corner to his cubicle you heard Destiny in there.

“-I just really thought there was something between us. I mean, after you got me the coffee and invited me to hang out on Friday, you know?”

“I can definitely see how my actions implied I had a romantic interest in you. I’m sorry if I led you on, that wasn’t my intent at all. I was just being nice.” Harry explained gently. 

“Well, I like you and ummm…if you’re willing t-to give me a chance then I’d love to go out and grab drinks or coffee?” She offered.

“That’s sweet of you, but I’ve actually started seeing Y/N.” He shared and you bit your lip to suppress your smile upon hearing him say it out loud. You felt like it was time to leave the conversation but not without hearing her response. You hoped it wasn’t going to make her more upset at you.

“Oh…” she mumbled, “But she’s…” she started out and then grew silent.

“She’s what?” Harry asked.

“She’s famously kind of a bitch, particularly to you, no?”

“It was a misunderstanding between us. She’s actually very kind and smart and funny, and beautiful.” He said and you decided that you’d eavesdropped enough.

You backed away around the corner again and looked through your phone for another few minutes. When you heard steps approaching you glanced up and were faced with Destiny who was sniffling a bit. She stopped right in front of you and you frowned.

“Are you alright?” You asked and she sighed.

“I’m sorry about everything on Friday. You’re right, I don’t even know you like that and to talk shit about you like that was very high school of me.” She admitted.

“Oh…ummm, thank you.”

“Yeah. And ummm, also sorry for accusing you of ruining things with Harry. I just finished talking to him and he said that he’s actually seeing you.” She informed and you nodded in confirmation, “You could’ve thrown that in my face earlier to humiliate me but you didn’t.”

“Of course not. And well, I didn’t think you’d believe me anyway…probably think I was off my rocker or something.” You said through a breathy snigger and she chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re right.” She admitted and you smiled, “I’m sorry again. That wasn’t my finest moment.”

“It happens to the best of us. I’m sorry too for making you cry earlier.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m starting my period soon and am always more fragile emotionally.” She explained as she rolled her eyes, “But I needed to hear that though. You were right. And well, Harry also explained about Adam and how he doesn’t have a problem with me. But of course, I mean, h-he likes you so I’ll back off and all.” She assured.

“Well thank you for being so understanding and coming around.”

“Of course. Have a good one, okay?”

“You too.” You smiled and waved as she headed off.

“This is why I like you.” Harry said and you whipped around quickly with a startled gasp to see him come around the corner of his cubicle, “You’re very sweet, you know that?”

“Stop it…” you murmured bashfully.

“I like you a lot. I refuse to withhold the lovely things I think about you.” He said and you smiled, not really sure what to say to that. He saw you blushing, but didn’t want to rub it in, so he distracted you by taking your hand and you looked up at him again. “I’ll walk you to your car?” He suggested and you smiled and nodded.

“Sure. Thank you.” You agreed and headed to the elevators. 

There were others leaving also, so he scooted closer to you, so much so that your arms were touching. Everyone getting in was greeting him because again, he was very well liked. But that forced them to greet you and much to their surprise, you weren’t as stoic about it like in the past, but you were certain most of them expected that very flat and cordial response from you. However, Harry’s persistent kindness had made you feel safe around him, especially after discovering that he wasn’t being fake about it. Clearly, Harry had seen your soft and gooey bits beneath the layers of armor you had guarded yourself with for years. His forgiving and understanding attitude helped you feel more open because if he was willing to forgive you and even had feelings for you, why wouldn’t others give you a chance? That’s why you didn’t mind greeting people enthusiastically in return and chatting a bit. You weren’t selfish and were an observer, so you felt like you knew plenty of basic things about your coworkers, you just didn’t interact as much so that they’d know as much about you. And as you parted ways with people they all said goodbye to you both, which you had to admit was quite nice.

“Hey so ummm…I talked to Destiny, just to clear the air and assure her that I didn’t hate her or anything. And ummm…well Adam was pretty harsh.” He said and you sighed, “Either way, ummm, she came onto me and I told her I’m seeing you. Just…letting you know in case everyone knows about it tomorrow.” He said nervously.

“Yeah, I ran into her afterwards and she apologized and mentioned that you said that. I’m not upset by it, in fact ummm…I kind of eavesdropped little.” You admitted, “Literally just happened to walk up when she asked you out.” You confessed with a bashful smile and he smirked, “I promise I left right after. But she was crying again and I apologized for making her cry earlier. I guess I did feel bad about it.” You said and he suddenly reached for your hand again and you smiled up at him quickly before glancing down at your hands as the heat creeped up your neck. “I also apologized to Adam for berating him, but he didn’t apologize for overstepping and putting words in my mouth so I don’t know…it’s bothering me.”

“Maybe he’ll come around soon.” Harry said encouragingly.

“I hope so.” You sighed, “Well, here I am.” You said as you saw your car just a few steps away, “Where did you park?”

“The fourth floor.”

“Oh, I can take you up?” You offered, “I’m not exactly ready yo say goodbye.” You confessed and he smiled.

“I’d love that.” He smiled and you guys got in.

“So ummm…what are we doing for our date on Friday?” You asked. Among all the other things that you’d been obsessing over, this was the main one.

“Well, dinner, but I wanted to pick your brain about that. Would you like a proper, more dressy sit-down meal or something a little more casual?”

“Ummm…are we doing something before or after?” You asked and he grinned.

“Yes, and that can be either before or after. I’d prefer after but ummm whatever. That’s a surprise.” He said and you smiled.

“Okay… will I need to be comfortable for that or can I do it in heels or maybe a dress?” You questioned. You were obsessed with the tingles running through your body of the prospect of this date with him.

“Either or…I mean, how do you feel about walking in heels? Like it’s not a trek or anything, but there will be some walking involved.”

“Hmm…if anything I could wear a comfy heel. But what’s the fancy option you had in mind?”

“French food.”

“And the casual?”

“A dumpling place, which we can also just pick up and eat at the secondary location if you’d prefer. He informed and you hummed excitedly, “Dumplings it is…” he chuckled and you turned to him quickly to smile.

“Perfect. We can eat at the secondary location.”

“Perfect. Snacks will also be provided for the secondary activity.” He informed you, “I’m very excited for this. I think you’re going to enjoy it.” He said excitedly.

“I’m sure I will.” You assured him. 

“There’s my car.” He pointed and you pulled into the empty spot beside his.

“Well, here you are.” You smiled as you put it in park and then turned to him.

“Thank you. I know the day started out pretty rough but I hope it ended off on a high note.”

“It did. Thank you for listening to my venting and for being so kind about everything and not judging me. Even when I was…awful to you. I think about that a lot now. You didn’t deserve any of it, Harry.” You said with a small pout.

“No, but we figured it out, yeah? I’m not dwelling on the past, Y/N. I’ve forgiven you and clearly am quite taken by you.” He reminded and you smiled.

“Is that a kink thing? Being into women who are mean to you?” You questioned teasingly and he chuckled.

“Maybe a little…” he smirked, there was a certain glint in his eye that made you excited and nervous simultaneously. You giggled to play off the nerves.

“Maybe a little…” you repeated through your giggle and he nodded smugly. His gaze then dropped down to your lips, which led you to do the same to him. They were so pretty and the bottom one looked so pillowy, you were desperate to get it between yours and suck it swollen.

“Stop that.” He mumbled before bitting down on his lip to suppress the urge working it’s way up his body. He wanted to taste your lips so badly, it was like an itch that he just couldn’t relieve, that’s how it would feel until he finally got a taste of you.

“What?”

“Being so…enchanting.” He hummed and you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a fool. “You know, this whole time I’ve just been trying to get to know you.” He said softly with a smile and your gaze softened, “I mean, I knew once you let me init was gonna be good, but it’s…far more than I ever could have hoped it would be.” He smiled with satisfaction, “And we haven’t even been on a date!” He emphasized and you giggled.

“I feel the same, Harry.” You chimed in, “You just…fill a void that I never…understood.” You explained and he reached for your face and grabbed it gently.

“Fuck…I’m definitely going to fall in love with you if you’re gonna be talking like that.” He said through a smile and you just laughed and broke eye contact, it was too much. You were suffocating in the feelings for him that were blossoming inside of you. You leaned in and peered up at him.

“Please kiss me.” You whispered and he smiled as he closed the gap. Your lips met in an ardent manner, the give and take was perfect. Your growing smiles caused your lips to smear together sloppily, “You kiss so nice.” You giggled and he grinned and nudged his nose against your cheek playfully.

“Touché, baby.” He hummed, “Taste so nice too…and also like…sour punch straws.” He chuckled.

“Guilty. I had a little snack right before I headed over to find you.” You confessed and he sniggered and pecked your lips again. 

Breathing Easy by Hers started to play over the car speakers and instantly the playfulness of the moment vanished and the vibe grew tense and serious as your eyes met. You felt alive for the first time in a long time. The sudden awareness of your existence and experiences as a human beings struck you like lightening. You already felt close to him but you wanted to be closer. You reached for his gorgeously structured jaw and pressed your lips into his. You nipped at his bottom lip and he smiled. You tugged at it once again and were able to get enough between your teeth to suck on it for a few seconds. He exhaled loudly as a groan rumbled in the back of his throat. It continued crawling up his throat until he moaned lowly. You felt the deep sound right in your core. 

“Harder.” Harry muttered against your lips and you tugged his swollen bottom lip between your teeth and dug them in with an increasing force. “Like that…” he sighed and you stopped there for a few moments before relieving the pressure and doing it once more, once again, completely enamored with how much he was enjoying this.

You could kiss him for hours… You smooched tenderly a few times as the kiss started to wind down. It was prudent of you both to stop it there for the time being. You were just starting to drip slick into your underwear, you were very aware of your vuvla pulsing desperately, with each swell your pussy was pumping out more slick. God, what you would do to have his delightful mouth making out with your pussy like this. You could tell he’d give amazing head…and on the off chance that wasn’t as good as you believed, he’d certainly have the natural potential to be excellent at it. It was getting reckless to be in this situation. You pecked once more before pulling apart. You snuck a glance down at his lap and saw the outline of his already sizable boner through his slacks. You had the urge to reach out and grope it through his pants but refrained because then you’d need to feel the smoothness and warmth of it in your bare hands. You’d get to see if he was cut or uncut. God, you hoped he was uncut… and well, then that would lead to you needing to feel the weight of him on your tongue and savor his taste… Like you said before, it was prudent to stop now, while these urges were barely in the planning phase, the perfect place to stop.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hummed lowly, living for the way your kiss-bitten lips smeared against his own in delicate little swipes. Despite being so distracted, he nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah, see y’tomorrow, love.” He whispered before smiling and opening up the door. You waited for him to settle in and when he was buckled up and ready to go he gave you a thumbs up and you smiled before taking off, each to their own destinations for the night but both wishing that you could’ve spent the entire night in that perfect little bubble.

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

It was Thursday morning when Adam had shown up at Harry’s cubicle again. It seemed that he hadn’t even settled in for the day, that was his first stop of the morning and well, this indicated to Harry that he just needed to break it to Adam that he was dating you. 

“Hey man, got a minute?” Adam asked.

“Sure, I actually needed to talk to you about something as well.” Harry said and Adam took a seat and nodded.

“You first, before I burden you with my girl troubles.” He said through a smile and Harry cleared his throat.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry said and Adam nodded, urging him to go on, “I’m actually seeing Y/N.” He said it plainly, getting right to the point. Harry  waited for Adam to respond but right now he just looked surprised, which he could understand, “So ummm…it does make it a bit…weird for me t-to you know talk to you about her. I would’ve like said something sooner about us liking each other but I wasn’t sure if she’d be alright with me telling people that just yet.” He added and Adam just sat there staring at the desk.

“Is that why you went after her last weekend?” He asked when he finally glanced back up at Harry.

“Yeah. And well, I misinterpreted something that happened between us from before and that’s why I wasn’t really talking to her as much and why she was flat out ignoring me that night. We were clearing that up when you came out and found us.” Harry explained.

“Oh…well, I mean…I like her too. I reckon I’ve liked her for longer than you have and well, we’ve been friends for longer too.” He explained and Harry’s expression changed into one of confusion.

“Okay, so what are you saying?” He asked for clarification.

“I’m saying that I have dibs!” Adam chuckled as if it were obvious.

“Dibs? We’re not teenagers, Adam. We’re grown men!” Harry chuckled in disbelief at what he was hearing.

“Well are you exclusively dating?”

“We haven’t really gotten there yet.”

“Then can I ask her out too?” He asked and Harry was trying hard no to scowl at him.

“I…I don’t know! I mean…I would rather you not because what the fuck…” he chuckled and Adam sighed.

“Yeah, but dude, I’ve thought she was good looking forever! You’ve only seen her that way for a few weeks.” Adam exaggerated.

“No, I’ve been into her for a long while! She just disliked me so she never gave me the time of day even when I would try my hardest to get to know her. But when she finally gave me a chance it just…worked really well. We clicked.” Harry explained. “I have been putting moves on her forever! Obviously, I was trying to start out as friends first so that we could get to know each other a little better and that’s what all of this has been this entire time!”

“Okay, same! Why do you think I made nice with her?” Adam chuckled.

“Well what about all the times you’ve…talked shit about her to me or to other people? I literally would have never known that you were into her!” Harry reminded him and Adam sighed.

“It’s not talking shit! I’m sympathizing with the people she upsets, to like help them get her. Like you know she’s not the easiest person to deal with at times, H.” Adam said.

“I have to disagree with you there, mate. She really isn’t hard to figure out or to grow close with…” Harry explained and Adam’s gaze withdrew from Harry’s. “Look, I can’t forbid you from asking her out too because we’re just getting started but I think we’ve got something that could become really special. And as someone who I consider a friend, I ask that you hold off and respect that I asked her out first.” Adam glanced up at Harry then and his lips quirked up in a small smile.

“I think you’re just nervous that she’s going to choose me over you.” He said smugly. 

Harry couldn’t tell if he was just this unserious or being malicious about it. He could challenge Adam and tell him all of the things you were upset at him about but that wasn’t his place. Better that Adam hear from you that you weren’t into him so that he could just move on. Harry knew you’d have no problem dealing with that, especially since you were already a little bit upset at him for him dabbling in the Destiny situation. And well, maybe Adam was not as good of a guy as he may have thought before.

“Suit yourself.” Harry sighed and then just returned to his work. Adam sat there for a few more seconds before standing and leaving without another word.

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

Meanwhile Adam and Harry were having a tiff over you, you were getting to your cubicle, more than delighted to find a little box of four dark chocolate covered strawberries at the center of your desk. You immediately smiled brightly and went for the note taped on the side of the box.

Admittedly, these are NOT NEARLY as tasty as your lips but nevertheless, a little sweet treat for you to enjoy. - H

You could feel that your face growing red hot. You weren’t embarrassed, you were just overwhelmed. You had no idea how to express the joy and excitement that was burning through you. You had always believed that you weren’t the type of person to be whisked off your feet with thoughtful and romantic gestures like this, but now that you had someone who showed affection this way, well, you felt special. You felt considered, knowing that Harry had spared you a thought. It was sickeningly sweet of him to do this. You put your strawberries away in your mini fridge and then sat at your chair and quickly pulled out your phone to text Harry a thank you message.

“Hey!” You heard and glanced up, your smile still wide and excited from your surprise. You saw Adam peering into your cubicle, “What’re you all chipper about?” He asked as he stepped in.

“S’nothing. What’s up?” You asked as you set your phone down to give him your attention.

“Just dropping in to say hello.” He said as he took a seat.

“Well…hello.” You giggled nervously as you reached for your computer’s power button.

“Hi.” He chuckled and just watched you for a few moments as you logged in, “Did you bring lunch today?” He asked.

“I did not.” You disclosed as you glanced over to him again.

“Well, would you want to go out and grab a bite to eat with me at lunch?”

“Well, actually I’m leaving early today, I have an appointment so no lunch break for me.” You explained and he hummed.

“I see…well what about tonight? Do you have dinner plans?” He asked and you bit your lip nervously before just asking what you wanted to ask.

“Are you trying to ask me out on a date?” You inquired and he chuckled nervously and shrugged.

“I…guess I am. Yeah.” He said through a bashful smile. “And look…I know that you’re talking to Harry now, he just told me. But I mean, we’ve been friends for a while and I think you’re pretty and smart and I would love to have a chance to take you out as more than friends before anything gets too serious between the two of you.” He explained and you pouted a bit as you heard this.

“Oh ummm…this is sweet of you but I’m not interested in you like that, Adam. And well, like Harry said, we’re already seeing each other, so no.” You explained.

“But you haven’t even given me a chance, Y/N…” he chuckled as he looked at you with some disbelief and you pouted.

“Right, but that’s just because I don’t…see you in that way. If I did feel some attraction towards you I would be open to going out with you but I don’t.” You explained as gently as possible.

“So all the times that we hung out before were nothing?”

“Not nothing. I mean, we’re friends. Friends hang out.” You shrugged. “You haven’t indicated that you’ve liked me more than friends before. I mean, very recently you’ve been acting a little different but-”

“So you’ve noticed that my way of being with you has shifted and you still decided to date Harry?” He asked and you sighed.

“Look Adam, if you’re the one with feelings then it’s your responsibility to bring that up to me. I’m not a mind reader…I can speculate about why things have changed but I’m not going to assume and then jeopardize our friendship if I was wrong.” You defended your stance. “And like I said before, I also haven’t responded to these changes because I just don’t think of you in that way.”

“Is this because you’re still upset over the Destiny thing?”  He asked next and you sighed.

“No, it’s not that. I mean, I’m still not very pleased with you for that but again, I wasn’t into you like that before it happened.”

“I thought we had cleared that up already.” He sighed.

“Ummm not really? You didn’t even apologize for talking to her about an issue between us without asking first. I apologized to you in case you felt berated by me or something, but I at least expected you to recognize that what you did wasn’t okay and that it made a mess of things.” You explained. “I know you were meaning to help but you didn’t. And I know you were trying to defend me but you actually put me in a bad situation with Destiny.” You explained again. “And quite honestly, the way you dealt with that and now this, it does make me question whether we know each other all that well.” You explained. His jaw tensed and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I’ve been asking myself that too…” he mumbled. “I don’t want to apologize for the Destiny thing because I truly feel like I was doing the right thing. And I’m not going to say sorry for something that I don’t regret. I know I meant well and I can’t be sorry for that. If Destiny then turned it into a bad thing then she’s the one who should apologize to you.” He explained.

“She did. Harry talked to her and cleared the air with her and that made her apologize to me for believing I had been trying to turn you guys against her and for talking shit about me on Friday night. I mean, you told her that no one liked her anymore because of that…that’s not okay, Adam. Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever be friends with her but I also don’t dislike her.” You said and he sighed.

“I just…she didn’t seem to feel bad about it so I wanted her to…to just know how it felt to be you for a bit, where people just don’t like you from one experience.” He explained and you frowned.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked him.

“Oh come on, Y/N…It’s no secret that a lot of people here aren’t all that fond of you.” He said and you scoffed, “People give me shit about being friends with you all the time. It’s also why I just…was nervous to really make a move. I mean…I’m not ashamed of you but I also just…I didn’t want people to think that I became a dick just because I started to date you.” He explained.

“You know what, Adam? We’re done.” You said emphatically. “I don’t like you like that and quite frankly, I think I don’t even like you as a friend any more.” You said to him and he frowned.

“Y/N-”

“You clearly think of me the way everyone else does! That I’m just some bitch you have to tame and put up with! If you really knew me you wouldn’t even be concerned about what other people thought of us as friends or even if we were to be more than friends!” You snapped, you were trying your hardest not to raise your voice.

“I don’t think of you that way, but sometimes it’s just hard t-to justify the things you do!” He explained and you frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Like…when you’re so picky about other people’s work! People spend hours on their articles! And sometimes you tear them to shreds and it upsets them! And I then hear about it and like…step in t-to let them vent and I try to get them to see your angle, you know? Like I remind them that you went to Mizzou, like Gary did, and that’s why you’re such a stickler and that you’re just more introverted and whatnot…but like, it’s still hurtful when you do that and people work their asses off on their columns and articles.”

“I’m a news editor here, Adam! It’s my job to dissect and fix and question everything that comes across my desk. We’re a great magazine because we make sure that everything we publish in our news column is factual. It’s not personal when I make corrections, it’s just my job to ensure that our integrity as a news and media outlet is not compromised. I know I’m not all bubbly and chipper all the time but I’ve never been rude to anyone about their work! And if you, my supposed friend, have been going around and reinforcing the idea that I’m some elitist grump and editing tyrant from the Mizzou Mafia it kinda makes sense why no one likes me! Do you see how that paints me as a person?” You questioned and he frowned upon hearing this and shook his head.

“Shit…I didn’t mean to do that, Y/N! I really was just trying t-to defend you and get people to understand where you were coming from, you know?”

“I get that…but it’s the same thing with Destiny, you’re speaking for me instead of letting me deal with my own things. I didn’t ask you to step in and defend my honor ever and quite frankly I don’t need that. I don’t need help with those things. If anyone ever has questions about the notes I have on something they can come and talk to me and understand why I gave that note. And I can assure you, the reason has never been “because I went to the top school for journalism in the country so you have to make the edits I suggested”. Like no…just no! And now that’s what everyone thinks, that I’m some condescending elitist!” you sighed in exasperation.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized again, “And I’m sorry f-for making you look that way. I guess I’ve been…trying to get everyone to see that you’re pretty cool and I’ve been fucking it up. I’ve never been that smooth… or good with the ladies.” he said with a sad smile as he glanced down at his hands in his lap. You felt bad for him, you really wished you were into him, but you just weren’t.

“Hey, y-you’re a catch, Adam.” You said and he glanced up at you.

“You’re just sweet.”

“No, I’m serious! Maybe just not exactly for me, but someone else will be so lucky to be your partner. You’re smart and handsome and funny!” You encouraged.

“And meddlesome…” he added with a small smirk and you nodded.

“Yeah, but who hasn’t got things they need to work on?” You shrugged and he smiled.

“I understand if you ummm…need a little space. I should probably also apologize to Harry. I was a dick.” He said.

“He’ll be gracious about it.” You assured him and Adam nodded.

“Yeah of course he will, he’s…Harry.”

“Harry.” You both said at the same time and then chuckled. “Hey ummm, he left some chocolate covered strawberries on my desk this morning. Want one?”

“Milk or dark?”

“Dark.”

“Fuck yeah, break ‘em out.” He chuckled as he settled in. 

Of course, you’d continue to be cautious because Adam seemed to be a little more immature than you expected him to be. However, you were relieved that you had cleared the air with him because now that just left one guy to devote thoughts to in your brain.

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【MEGUMI F.】 flowers.

A/N —> I can just imagine Megumi trying to hard to hide his feelings for you but Gojo can see right through him and so he tells Megumi to leave you flower until he’s ready to confess !! ★彡

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➤ it’s been two weeks, two whole weeks of flowers being left outside your dorm room every single day. There’s never a note leaving you flustered and confused. You had asked around the entire school and no one knew anything. “I wished I knew who it wass!” you said with an annoyed huff.

Fushiguro, Kugisaki and Itadori sat with you on the ground of the training field. You had all been training for hours while you talked there ears off with all your different theories. You decide that it must of been someone outside of Jujutsu Tech “do you really need to know who it is…?” Megumi asked clearly annoyed with you at this point.

“Yes, yes I do?” You threw a handful of grass at the raven-haired boy, “I think it’s Yuta!” Nobara stated her thoughts ignoring Megumi “he’s always looking at you” she pointed a finger at you emphasizing her idea.

“Whatever” Megumi rolled his eyes before storming away from the group leaving all three of you confused “what’s got his panties in a twist…” you muttered throwing the other two first years in a laughing fit, “he’s…just jealous” Yuji said in between laughs.

His words causing you to stop giggling “w-what?” Itadori and Kugisaki look at each before falling back into there laughing fit. “Ugh you guys are no help” you rolled your eyes and walked off to go find Fushiguro. When you didn’t see him in the hall you decided to knock on his room door.

You stood in front of his dorm waiting to see if he was even inside, after a few minutes past you decided that he probably wasn’t in his dorm so you turned to walk away “what…?” A low voice said behind you making to spin on your heels back to the now opened door.

His hair was wet and he was wearing gray sweat pants, he clearly had just gotten out of the shower the biggest give away was that… he didn’t have a shirt on.

Oh god

“Why’re you here?” He raised a brow at you, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts “oh… I just wanted to check up on you… you know, because you stormed off…” you tried your absolute hardest not to let yours eyes wander to his exposed chest.

“I’m fine” he said quickly, he moved the towel that adorned his head to rest on his neck. “Well… can I come in?” A small smile found its way to your face “I promise I won’t talk about the flowersss!” You said jokingly.

He nodded his head slightly, you pushed past him and made your way to lay on his bed “training was so exhausting…” your eyes shut sleep slowly enveloping you. You could feel a dip in the bed when Fushiguro sat down next to you “do… do you enjoy the flowers…?” You opened your eyes to look at him “definitely!” You nodded your head happily.

“Is there… anyone you want it to be…?” You shut your eyes once again smiling at the idea of a certain someone giving you these flowers “there’s one person”.

“Oh…”

His tone confused you for the 100th time today “why do you sound disappointed…?” You sat up on the bed opening your eyes to look into his, “I’m not” he shook his head quickly, “mhmm” your eyes wandered across his room and soon landed on a bouquet of white roses.

“You should go back to your dorm… it’s getting late” he said getting up from the bed, you ignored what you had saw and quickly exchanged good nights. You were tired from your long day and decided to call it a night.

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The next day was another extreme training session with Maki and Toge, you tried your best to take your mind of your current situation, you and Maki walked back to your dorm to find another Bouquet of flowers.

But this time they were familiar… way too familiar.

It was a bouquet of white roses. The same bouquet that you had seen in megumi’s dorm last night. You pick up the flowers and made a run for Fushiguro’s room. When you got there you started knocking non-stop “I know your in there Megumi!” you yelled from outside the door.

The door was pulled open, an annoyed expression planted on the boys face “wha-“ you slammed the bouquet into his chest “so it’s you! It’s been you all along!” His face went from annoyed to absolute fear and shock “I-I can explain” his fingers wrapped around the bouquet nervously.

“It’s not what it looks lik-“ his eyes widened when you pulled him into a passionate kiss, you hands moving to his hair, your fingers getting tangled in his dark locks and his own hands found there way to your waist.

You pulled away from the kiss trying to catch your breath, he looked into your eyes “if I knew you felt the same… I would’ve told you sooner” his voice was just barely a whisper, you roll your eyes before pulling him into another softer kiss, his lips soft when they pressed against yours.

“I really love you Gumi…”

“I love you too…”

— yours truly, Viki

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Double Date

finally wrote the drabble i’ve been trying to write for weeks based on this reddit post discovered by @rainymyx in this post. i had so much fun writing this!

i want to continue to add to this based on the original reddit poster’s updates, so we’ll see!

read this on ao3 here

“What can I say? College football days should always be the best days of a man’s life. Now your best days can be listening to me talk about them.”

Ugh. Katniss huffed out a puff of air as she listened to Cato speak. An hour ago, she had been so excited for this date. They were texting for the past two weeks, and their conversation was easy and funny and, most importantly, normal. Now in person, his vibe was totally different than who he portrayed himself as online. Now, he was a thirty-year-old man who wouldn’t stop talking to her about his glory days from ten years ago and the “boozing, blinkers, and babes” that came with them.

After only receiving their appetizers and a single drink, Katniss knew she couldn’t stick around. The thought of having to hear Cato talk about another frat party he attended before The Force Awakens was released was nearly enough to bring her to tears. Desperate, Katniss did what she always did in trying times like these: text Johanna.

“Katniss! Katniss! I need your help, quick!” Johanna’s voice rang through her phone not even a minute later. Her ability to sound like she was truly in agony was as impressive as always.

“Johanna!? What’s going on?” Katniss responded, hoping her acting was, for the first time in her life, passable.

“It’s the baby! I need you here now!” her childless, non-babysitting, kid-hating friend shouted before quickly hanging up.

Katniss darted her eyes to Cato’s, and his brows were knit tightly as if he were trying to to put together the pieces of the conversation that just transpired.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure if you heard. My friend really needs me. She needs help with her… baby. I hate to cut this short, but,” she didn’t finish her sentence as she slipped on her coat. She shuffled through her bag and retrieved a twenty-dollar bill, smacking it on the table.

“Oh, yeah, it’s cool. You still wanna meet up at my place later, right? I have the best surprise waiting for you,” Cato responded while wagging his eyebrows, seemingly uncaring about her fabricated dire emergency or the quality of their date at all. This only irritated Katniss more. Her friend’s fake baby was in trouble, and all he cared about was getting laid!

“Uh… yeah, no. Definitely not. Let’s just forget about this, okay? Have the night you deserve,” Katniss practically snarled as she fled the restaurant.

Once she was in her car, she peeled out of the parking lot and quickly went around the block, looking for a place to park so she could call Johanna. She found a spot located outside of a small pub and dialed her friend.

“How was I this time? I feel like I’m really perfecting my blood-curdling shrillness. What do you say? Any pointers?” Johanna asked as soon as she answered the phone.

Katniss wanted to laugh, but now that the situation was over, she felt defeated. She actually had high hopes for this date, but she again found herself needing to bail.

At twenty-eight, Katniss finally felt ready to do things for herself. Before this, there was never the time. She was raising her sister Prim and taking care of her mother for more than a decade since her father’s passing. Now, Prim was in her second year of medical school where she received full funding for her work, and her mother has a live-in aide to help her with her daily needs. She finally did not have to spend all of her time focusing on school and work and money and bills, and without Prim nearby, she felt lonely. Her friends had convinced her to start going on dates, but after months of failed attempts, she still had nothing to show for it.

“Is it me, Jo?” she responded, “Do I just attract these weirdos?”

“Oh, shut up, brainless. You've been going on dates for a few months. Maybe if you gave yourself a little more practice when we were younger it’d be easier, but some people take years to find something that sticks. You’re hot. You’re smart. You’re caring. Maybe a little hard to swallow with the scowl, but anyone that gets to know the real you is gonna love you.”

She sighed, “Okay.”

“You wanna come over here? I was just going to watch some Dexter reruns, but there’s plenty of room on this couch for two.”

“Actually, I think I need a drink. I’ll let you know what I’m doing after.”

Katniss’s conversation with Johanna ended shortly after, and she made her way into the pub.

The pub was crowded, a symptom of it being a Friday evening in the winter, and Katniss had to shuffle past a group of freshly legal college students to make it to the bar. She wanted something simple, something just to take the edge off, and was quickly handed her rum and coke.

Eager to people-watch while she nursed her drink, Katniss scanned the crowd for an empty seat. Most of the tables seemed to be taken up by a larger group, but a single chair at a small table in the corner of the room was wonderfully vacant. Katniss closed her tab and swiftly made her way across the room.

As she approached, she stopped in her tracks. Hidden from her initial view was a man sitting on the other side of the table, somewhat hunched over with a book in his hands. Before she could backtrack and look for another open seat, he picked his head up and locked eyes with her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was gonna sit here but didn’t realize you were already here. I’ll just…” her voice trailed off. Katniss had a habit of not finishing her sentences when she was flustered, and after meeting the man’s gaze, she was very flustered. Not only was she not expecting someone to be sitting at the table, but now that he was looking at her, his blue eyes piercing through to her even under the pub’s dim lights, she realized he was around her age and absolutely hot. Her hands began to sweat, and her tongue started to feel like lead.

The man smiled, an endearing smile that quirked more on the left side of his face, highlighting a sole dimple on his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. You can sit here,” He replied, his eyes scanning the room. “Besides, it doesn’t look like there’ll be much room anywhere else.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, and he nodded. “Thank you so much. I promise I won’t even bother you. We don’t even have to talk or anything…” Katniss said as she placed her bag on the table and took her seat.

Katniss started scanning the other patrons of the pub to observe their activities, but her eyes frequently darted back to the man seated across from her. She gathered more bits and pieces of his appearance in the brief moments she allowed herself to study his features. He had blond, curly hair that looked intentionally tousled. His shoulders were very broad, pulling the fabric of his navy henley taut across his chest. He had freckles across the bridge of his nose, and he drummed the table with his left hand while holding the book he was reading in his right.

After a few minutes, he lifted his eyes up from his book and offered her a soft smile. “My name is Peeta, by the way.”

“Katniss,” she said, offering a shy smile of her own.

“You know, I really don’t mind talking if you want to.”

Her grin grew. “Okay, then.” She paused, unsure of where to start, but her curiosity eventually got the better of her when she asked, “Can I ask why you’re reading a book at a crowded bar on a Friday night?”

Peeta chuckled, a laugh that let Katniss know he wasn’t offended. “You waste no time getting to the deep stuff. I actually just moved into my first solo apartment, and as much as I’m happy to have my own space, the silence feels kinda deafening.”

“Ah,” she began, appraising him up and down, “so you find comfort in the chaos.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. I grew up in a house with two older brothers, and the two of them used to practice wrestling no matter where they were. In the dining room, the backyard. One time they threw each other down the stairs,” he chuckled again, “Our mom wasn’t too happy about that one.”

“You’re joking,” Katniss laughed.

“Not even a little bit, I swear. And then I lived in a house with my three friends all the way through grad school. My best friend Finnick used to play eighties pop at all hours of the day. Think, like, Donna Summer or Cyndi Lauper on full blast at three in the morning.”

“And you guys never asked him to stop?” Katniss asked, finding she wanted to know more and more about him.

At this, Peeta hit her with a dead stare, his blue eyes piercing her with a combination of humor and seriousness. “See, that is something only someone who doesn’t know Finnick would ask. If we made any attempts to get him to stop this relatively-harmless-if-not-mildly-annoying behavior, we would only trigger severely worse outcomes for us all.”

“And you said this is your best friend?” Peeta let out a boisterous laugh in reply.

While sitting with Peeta, Katniss found the guard she had put up during her date with Cato had come crashing down.

They spoke about their jobs. Katniss explained how she works as a forest ranger, but she hopes to finish school to become an environmental engineer. Peeta said that he just finished graduate school to become a doctor of architecture.

“I really liked art, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy my parents or pay the bills, so I tried to do the next best thing I could think of.”

“So you became a literal doctor? In a field that’s focused on math and design? Are you a genius?”

“Time Magazine did call me the reincarnation of Albert Einstein.”

“Hm. And to think I placed you more as a Michelangelo.”

They spoke about their families. Katniss spoke about her mom and Prim. She bragged about her sister’s accomplishment in getting a full ride to a great medical school across the country. She felt so comfortable with Peeta, she didn’t even shy away from speaking about her late father, even if it was in the briefest of terms. Peeta nodded his head as she spoke, squeezing her hand across the table when he sensed certain details were particularly hard for her to get out. Peeta, the son of bakers, grew up really close with his older brothers. His oldest brother took over the family business, and while Peeta loves baking, he enjoys it more as a hobby than a career.

This seamlessly led to them speaking about their childhoods. Katniss was mostly shy, harboring two friends, Madge and Gale, through her schooling, despite her being a star on her school’s track and archery teams. University allowed her to come out of her shell and meet friends that didn’t matter her reticent personality, like Johanna. Peeta wrestled, painted, did debate team, and wrote. He had a solid group of friends during school, but he found his lifelong friends in college.

They spoke about the little things. Their favorite colors. Favorite snacks. Movies. Shows. And their answers were so similar across all categories, they had a near total eclipse on a venn diagram of each topic. Their responses were so alike that, at one point, Katniss plastered her face with her signature scowl Peeta had not yet been acquainted with, asking him if he was being totally honest with his responses.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, “Look, that scowl is too intimidating for me to not come clean. So the truth is, I’ve been being honest this entire time.”

Before Katniss realized, nearly two hours had gone since she first sat down with Peeta. They fell into a comfortable silence, and she studied his features more in the muted light. She tried to picture what he looked like out of this setting. Hunching over a sketchbook. Cooking in his kitchen. Laughing with his friends. Cheering on his nephews at their little league games.

She studied the way the dim light caught onto the golden strands of his eyelashes, becoming mesmerized by the way they fluttered against his cheek when he blinked. She didn’t even realize she was staring until he spoke again, causing her to jump slightly.

“So what about you?” He asked, a small grin on his lips.

“What about me?”

“Well, before you asked what I’m doing at a bar alone on a Friday night. But what are you doing alone here on a Friday night so that I, a stranger, was able to take up so much of your time?”

Katniss contemplates what she should say, unsure if she should reveal her failed date with Cato. But as Peeta looked at her with sincerity in his eyes, she has the hunch that she could really trust him.

“If I’m honest, I came here because I had left a really, really bad first date,” she responded sheepishly.

Peeta cocked his left eyebrow expectantly. “How bad?”

“Well… it was so bad I made my best friend call me and say she was having an emergency with her fake baby to give me a reason to bail,” Katniss blurted out, her tone hitching at the end to make her statement sound more like a question. Like she was questioning if she really did that herself.

Both of Peeta’s eyebrows were raised, his eyes glinting with amusement, lips curling in to stop him from laughing. “You’re kidding me,” he managed to croak out.

“In my defense, he only spoke about his college football experiences, and after I started leaving to go help my friend with her fake baby, he still asked if we were having sex later!”

At this, Peeta burst out laughing, and after Katniss realized exactly what she said, she joined him. As Katniss clutched her stomach, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes, she almost missed what Peeta said next.

“That’s why I’ve kind of given up on dating.”

“Given up?” Katniss asked, her voice airy from her recent laughter and something silly like concern that she might have been wrong about the connection she felt with him all night.

“In grad school, every date I went on just didn’t have any spark. They were just mediocre. Then, I got so busy with trying to finish my degree, I just gave up on the whole thing.” For the first time that night, Peeta responded without meeting her gaze.

She’s not sure what made her say it. Maybe it was the second rum and coke she had gotten while talking with Peeta. Maybe it was that she felt like she had nothing left to lose after her first failed date of the night. Or, maybe it was because she knew she’d majorly regret if she didn’t try to continue with the something that she felt burning between her and Peeta, but she had to say it.

“I find that hard to believe considering this is probably the closest thing I’ve had to a good date in what feels like forever.”

At this, Peeta drew his head back in what appeared to be shock. His eyes met her again, an indecipherable expression plastering his features as he searched hers. Katniss shifted in her chair, somewhat uncomfortable with his unreadable scrutiny.

Finally, Peeta’s features relaxed. and he looked Katniss right in the eye with a neutral, if not somewhat strained, expression. “Tell you what,” he began, “I have to go to the bathroom, but when I come back, I’ll ask you out for real.”

Katniss shot him a curious expression, but as Peeta began to move, it clicked. He did not stand from his seat – he wheeled back from the table, towards the back of the bar with the bathrooms. His left pant leg tied off just below the knee. Katniss understood: he wanted her to see everything about him before she agreed to go on a date with him. He was giving her an out.

At this, Katniss’s gut twisted, both with regret and butterflies. She felt somewhat bad for him, wondering if this was a move he made from being rejected for his physical condition before. Wondering how anyone could do that to anyone, let alone a guy like Peeta. But overpowering this feeling were the butterflies. He liked her. He wanted her to see all of him. He was laying his insecurities bare for her. Most importantly, he already trusted her. In mind, body, and spirit, he couldn’t be any more beautiful.

A minute later, Peeta emerged from the bathroom, a goofy grin plastered across his face to perfectly match hers.

As soon as he reached the table, the words came tumbling out of Katniss’s mouth before she could stop them.

“So, I’m free all weekend. What do you have in mind?”

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The Merc's Instant Death By Gang Tickling

Shared this on Deviantart the other day. I don't usually write other people's characters like this, but seeing as the community is here, why not? Originally a gift for @lovemybluebully

Contains MMMM/M tickle torture (and swearing).

Note: Some SPOILERS for Spider-Man: No Way Home & Deadpool and Wolverine. This is your official warning.

“Logan? Al? Anyone home?” Deadpool called out in greeting as he let himself into the apartment, still dressed in full costume. “Ugh! What a day. First, I had to try three different stores before someone had the kibble Dogpool likes-”

“We’ve got company.” Logan interrupted from where he leaned casually against a desk.

Deadpool paused in the doorway and looked up to see three figures watching him expectantly from the den of their small apartment. The place felt cramped on a good day, but with three Spider-mans and a Logan all collectively waiting for him, the place felt downright claustrophobic. Deadpool hesitated there on the threshold, before entering and shutting the door behind him.

“Webhead…s!” He called cheerily, putting on his best casual voice. “It’s so cool to finally meet you, mask-to-mask. Actually, I’ve been looking for-”

“We know.” One of the Spider-mans said bluntly. Deadpool couldn’t tell them apart. They were all in full costume like him.

“Right! Yeah!”

“When word gets around that a deadly mercenary is after one of us, we notice.” Another Spidey spoke up.

“What? No, no! It’s not like that!” Deadpool protested. It was then that he happened to look up and froze. He was grateful the mask kept everyone from seeing the way he turned deathly pale. Even so, Logan seemed to notice the change in him and straightened so they were standing next to each other.

Deadpool whirled, throwing open the door, “I just remembered I have a fight scheduled with that new Iron-Doom-guy! You know how it is with the MCU. Wouldn’t want me to let everyone down, would you? Duty calls!”

He was just through the doorway when Logan caught him by the arm. “Wade, these guys have been waiting for you for ages. Where’re you going?”

Deadpool was already reaching for his trusty Baby Knife with his free hand. He didn’t need that other arm, anymore. It was a stupid arm. He’d grow back a better one.

“What about your rule about not bleeding in the apartment?” Logan tried again.

“I’m not the one in the apartment, Peanut. You are!”

“What’s got you all freaked out?”

“I saw the title of this thing!” Deadpool groaned. His whole arm? It was such a waste!

Logan reached out to stop him from using Baby Knife. “You’re ridiculous!”

“What are your intentions with Peter 3?” One of the Spider-mans interrupted behind them.

Deadpool paused, “You mean-he’s here?” Stupid. Of course he was! All three of the MCU Spider-mans were watching him from the den. His gaze drifted between the three of them, trying to pick out which was which. Couldn’t they wear numbers or something?

He craned his head to get another look at the title, but it hadn’t changed. With a weary groan, he sheathed Baby Knife and didn’t fight it when Logan pulled him back inside and shut the door.

All he needed to do was make sure the situation didn’t escalate to where the title happened. He could do this. Deadpool was great at de-escalation.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…

He swallowed, trying not to let on how flustered he was. “Intentions? No intentions! Pinky-swear!” His boots didn’t let on that he was crossing his toes. “It’s just- I- The costume!” He settled on. “It’s just such an iconic shade of red, you know? Like mine? I-I wanted to know how he made it look so vivid! Maybe give me some pointers. No offense, but it’s the best of the Spidey suits.”

For a moment, no one answered him. Logan was staring at him with the bewildered and stupefied expression he wore sometimes when Wade accidentally got a special guest star killed.

Then one of the Spideys leaned forward, “And which suit is that?”

Deadpool stared hard at one Spider-man. Then the next. Then the next. Then he returned to the first one again-

“Told ya he’d never give you a straight answer.” Logan grunted, shaking his head.

Another Spidey sighed and aimed his wrists, “Right. Plan B.”

“WHOA! HOLD ON! H-HOLD ON!” Deadpool cried, his hands up in surrender. But it was too late. Webbing shot across the room and wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms at his sides. He staggered before toppling awkwardly to the floor, landing on his back. He struggled to get back on his feet as they surrounded him.

Logan reached him first, straddling him with a smirk. Deadpool wasn’t surprised. Plan B was probably his idea – payback for all the times Wade snuck up and got him.

He thrashed against the webs, struggling desperately, but his arms wouldn’t budge. A moment later, he felt one of the Spider-mans land on his calves while the other two gathered on either side of his legs.

“I told them ‘bout the rule ya got about blood in the house,” Logan assured Deadpool as he started jabbing his fingers up and down his torso, earning a series of snickers from Wade as he strained to draw his arms in and protect himself. The webbing refused to let him budge an inch.

“They said it wasn’t their style anyway,” Logan went on. “Besides, this seems to work better on ya.”

“L-hogan! Guys! Waih-ACK!” Deadpool jumped as the Spidey sitting on his legs gave the spot just above his knees an experimental squeeze. “Yadhohohon’t hahahaveta dohoho thihihis! Ihihit’s j-jhust a missuhnderstEEEHEEHEEHEE!” His protests were swallowed by a wild shriek as the two remaining Spideys attacked his poor thighs.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUH-HA-WAIH! DOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA-FUHAHAHACK!”

“You weren’t kidding about his legs.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAOSTAHAHA! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The hands trapped at his sides strained to grasp at something – anything that would free his already-overwhelmed nerves from the insanity. But there was only the cheap carpet for him to claw helplessly at.

The two on his thighs were ruthless. Two sets of hands digging into his poor trembling legs, sending shockwaves of tickles all along his nervous system up to his brain. Already it was too much. He had no control over how his legs thrashed desperately to escape the overload. Logan was forced to concentrate his efforts on keeping him still, careful not to put too much weight against his lungs as wild, frantic laughter poured out of him.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He kicked, violent and sudden enough that it actually dislodged the terrible hands tickling him to pieces for a blissful moment. Deadpool was just able to inhale a long, wheezing breath, before they were upon him again.

“NEEHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!” He shrieked, “MEEEHEEHEE! M-MEHRCEY-MERCY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The hands that had been torturing his knees started in on his thighs too, because it didn’t tickle enough yet.

“NUH-HOHA! PLEAHEEHEE!” He protested dizzily. The sounds tearing out of him now were a mixture of screeching laughter and wheezing gasps for air. He’d been fighting like the Hulk to break free, but his muscles were too overwhelmed with his shaking laughter to resist much longer.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, guys. Let him breathe.” Logan snickered. Wade wanted to slug him for finding his murder funny, but he was too grateful for the break to call him out.

For a blissful moment, the only sound was his lungs’ eagerly gulping the air. He shuddered.

“Sss...ssheriously…” Deadpool finally managed, “…oh, shit…heh-hey…Logan…”

“Yeah, Bub?”

“…ihi…ihihif…” Deadpool swallowed, “…if y-you hehelp…mehe inst-ehead…I prahmise I’ll…fohorgive you…for thihis.”

“Is that so?” Deadpool yelped as Logan suddenly dug into his hips.

“YEHES! B-buhut thahat meheeheeans nuho tihihicklihing!-GAH! Quihihihit ihihihihit!” He pleaded, twisting and writhing against the webbing as Logan let him have it. “NUHOHO! AHA-Shit! STAHAHAHAHAP! Leh-HEMEGOHOHO! LOHOHOGAHAN!”

But his roommate did neither of those things.

“Ehahahahahahahahahaha! ST-HAPTIHICKLING! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! N-AHAHASHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

It was only when Wade squealed that Logan let him breathe again.

“Are you ready to tell us why you’re after Peter 3, yet?” One of the Spideys prompted.

“Ihihif I’d knohohown youhou all whanted me thihis muhuch-” He was cut off by his own scream for mercy as the hands returned to furiously digging and massaging into his poor thighs. Logan helpfully clawed against his hips, and Wade lost the chance to reason with his tormentors.

His screaming laughter returned with a vengeance. Too exhausted for struggling, his muscles resigned themselves to shaking from their effort to take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCKIHINGSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

It felt like an eternity before they let up enough that he could catch his breath.

“Ohokayhey!” Deadpool gasped when he could finally speak, “…thahas ehenough!...I-I cahan’t hahahandleit!...Nho mohohore!” He’d go insane if they did that again. Well, more insane.

“So tell us why you’re after one of us. The truth this time.” One of the Spideys drew a teasing hand along the inside of his thigh. Deadpool snorted a laugh and squirmed. The way he’d said it had rendered him flustered all over again.

“I wihill! I swear! Just…maybe if you let me up first…and take your masks off s-so I can tehell you apart?”

“Not likely,” another Spider-man answered stonily.

“Fine.” He turned his head so at least it didn’t feel like he was confessing to Logan. “I…okay, look. Now that big yellow and I are officially in the MCU like you guys, there’s been a lot of people online talking about us, like…you know, in the comics…people are pretty stoked about the possibility, and there was that time Ryan and Andrew kissed at the Golden Globes…so sue me, okay? I was thinking about it.”

They were all watching him again.

“I don’t know what half of that means,” one of the Spideys said after a moment.

“Yeah, ya get used to it.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Who are Ryan and Andrew? What’s an MCU?”

“Who’s Iron Doom?”

“You’ll find that last one out soon enough,” Deadpool insisted. “Can I get up now?”

“So for those of us not in your weird fantasyland…” Logan mused, “…let me see if I’m understanding this…you were looking for Peter…3…because you wanted…a date.”

“Sure. Yes. That.” Deadpool couldn’t tell if it was better or worse that he still didn’t know which Spidey was Peter 3. He focused on glowering at Logan instead. “That works. What can I say? I’m a romantic. Besides, the fans are already rooting for us…” He breathed a sigh of relief as they finally got off of him so he could stand. Unfortunately, he was still to exhausted for any impressive flips while his arms were trapped at his sides.

One of the Spider-mans noticed. In a move that made Deadpool immediately freeze, he leaned over and withdrew Baby Knife, cutting him free of the accursed webs. He offered Deadpool his free hand, and hauled him effortlessly to his feet. Wade staggered, but managed to remain standing, watching in bewilderment as the Spider-man unmasked.

Whatever dumb comment Deadpool had been about to make died in his throat as Peter 3 passed Baby Knife back to him.

Peter 3 watched as Wade removed his own mask before turning to Logan and the remaining Spider-mans and said, “Would you guys give us a moment?”

***

“All that for a fucking date,” Logan was still shaking his head about it long after the three Peters had left.

Wade glanced at him. They were sitting on the couch watching TV, but honestly, Wade was having trouble concentrating on it. He was well aware that he’d spent the entire evening with a stupid grin on his face.

“Totally worth it.”

Logan laughed, “Ya haven’t even gone on the date yet. Do you know how lucky you are that I was able to translate your gibberish before they wrecked you again?”

Wade narrowed his eyes. “Ah yes, that reminds me…”

Logan yelped as Wade pounced on him, attacking his sides.

“Heh-HEYHE! NOHO!” The Wolverine promptly crumpled into a squirming mess.

“…I seem to recall offering you forgiveness, but instead you helped them tickle me to death!”

“Ihihi HEHEHELPED YOUHOU TOOHOO!”

“And for that I will show you mercy…eventually.”

[dollfaceksj]

clover stop playing w me , give it to me (also let me be the mention this time 😭😭😭)

okay!!!

can’t afford love | myg (m) #9

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“you lied to me?”

…

ugh

you did

but only because you were hoping to have sex one more time before your next ovulation

and you were worried he was not gonna be in the mood if you’d told him the truth

you sigh and close the door

you lean your back against the door

with your hands behind your back

and you glance up at him

“i didn’t want you to think i was doing something underhanded. i just need time to… you know. ease my mom into the situation.”

he crosses his arms over his chest and sighs quietly, glancing at the floor for a few seconds before back at you

“i’m sorry. i was gonna tell her soon and i just didn’t want to worry you.”

he sighs and runs a hand through his hair

“i get it but now your mom thinks we’re dating again. what if she thinks i just knocked you up and ditched you?”

he’s 100% right

you should’ve just told him that she didn’t know

you shake your head. “i’ll take full responsibility, yoongi. i swear.”

he drops his hands to his hips and stares up at the ceiling

the view in front of you is exactly what you’d gotten used to seeing whenever you pissed him off or disappointed him

you watch his adam’s apple bob up and down

and ur getting more anxious by the second, fingers fidgeting behind your back

he starts nodding. “okay.”

:(

ugh he puts up with too much of your shit

so swallow your pride NOW!!!

you slowly reach out to his hand, holding it out for him to take

what… are you doing…

he stares at your hand for a few moments

your fingers twitch with the urge to take your hand back and act like you didn’t just do that

but he takes it

allows you to lead him to the dining table

:(

you go back to where jun’s seated in front of the tv

“you hungry, baby?” you coo at jun, squatting down to his level and rubbing his cheeks

he nods. “what eating?”

“we’re eating spaghetti, baby.”

he smiles and claps his hands but continues to play with his toys

you glance over your shoulder to look at yoongi

who’s just staring at you with a frown and crossed arms whilst sitting at the dining table

wait

you used to always attempt to make him laugh or flustered when he was mad at you

maybe you could just…

💡

you turn back to look at jun. “you happy that daddy is here?”

jun nods and glances at his father with a sweet smile

you can tell yoongi can’t help but smile back at his son even though your back is to him

“do you want daddy to come more often?” you ask, playing with the shell of jun’s ear

he nods again but continues to slam his toys into the floor. “mommy too?”

???

is he asking whether you want yoongi to start coming more often too?

well

here goes nothing 😘

you say,

sheepishly,

“hm. i want daddy to come more often too.”

you hear a quick exhale coming from behind you

satisfied, you rise to your feet and glance over your shoulder at yoongi

he’s just staring at you with his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek

he looks mad still

but you know that type of humor is right up his alley

you start setting the table

“you need help?” he grunts, clearly still mad but wanting to help nonetheless

“no, mr. grumpy. just sit there like a good boy and wait until you get your food.”

ouuuu

it’s silent for a while which makes you look at him

he stares at you for a fat second before shaking his head whilst trying to fight the grin that’s threatening to creep onto his lips

😇

you guess knowing each other like the back of your hands is a gift and a curse

except you lie to yoongi so often and he keeps falling for it

or does he?

maybe he just wants to believe you

….

you start placing the loaded plates

you cut jun’s spaghetti in smaller pieces and hand him a fork

you sit across from yoongi

and he thanks you for the food

and the rest of the dinner

is quiet.

you suppose it’s your own fault.

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jun has seemingly fallen asleep in front of the tv

you put jun to bed while yoongi cleans up

you make it to the kitchen and you’re just in time to watch him finish the dishes

“you didn’t have to do the dishes,” you quietly say as you cross your arms and rub your elbows in comfort

he shrugs his shoulders. “no big deal.”

he tosses the towel over his shoulder and takes a deep breath

“so,” he starts

“so..” you add…..

“i guess i’ll,” he pauses as he looks around. “i’ll go?”

you shrug. “you can but third time’s a charm, no?”

he tilts his head to the side. “you want to have sex when jun’s here?”

“i was joking,” you mumble but then glance at yoongi. “as if you wouldn’t.”

he blinks at you a couple of times and shoves his hands into his pockets. “i mean,” he pauses as he shrugs. “we’ve done it before.”

you start playing with the strings of your bathrobe in a way that is nothing other than teaseful

his eyes drop to the strings in your hand, along the way, his gaze lingers on your cleavage for a bit before shaking his head. “you haven’t changed a bit.”

hmm

you suppose he’s right

after all this time you haven’t changed a bit

you being a tease

you being the cause of his high blood pressure

being sneaky?

a liar?

“was i supposed to?” you lean against the counter and cross your arms

he seemingly thinks about his answer a few moments. “no.”

you nod your head in mock agreement.

he adds, “i married you for a reason.”

oh.

Oh.

okay😂

change the topic before we get emotional xx

you start, “so, won’t you give me what i want?”

he’s confused now. “and that is…?”

“a baby.” you roll your eyes with all the sass you’ve got

he’s even more confused now. “aren’t i already doing that?”

you stare at him for a moment longer. “i meant right now.”

it’s quiet for a while

you’re both just staring at each other

the tv is softly playing in the background

he says, “i thought you said you were joking.”

you nonchalantly shrug your shoulders. “liars tend to lie.”

aurrr….

he stares at you with the ‘what am i gonna do with you?’ look, eyes occasionally dropping down to your body

you know he’s had absolutely enough of you for one lifetime

but you also know he can’t get enough of you

and you can’t either

so you push. “come on, we won’t have another chance until over a month.”

yeah go ahead and blame that

not like you’re extremely horny.

damn ovulation!!!

and you being horny was never really a problem

yoongi and you had always been sexually active

like

really active

and so, you’d usually solve your problems by having sex

not smart nor healthy but it seemed to work for the both of you

no it didn’t. you’re literally divorced. ???

“besides,” you start, “if we’re lucky we won’t even have to wait until next month.”

‘lucky’

you don’t even want this to end you dirty liar

he throws his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

good. then you won’t have to see him with anyone else

??

what are you saying

yoongi can be with whoever he wants

the days that you had something to say about that are over

and he can be mad about you lying to him all he wants later

right now the priority is having sex while you’re ovulating

so just communicate better after tonight.

just.

one.

last.

time.

“if you die, who’s gonna knock me up?” you ask, pretending to think about it. “i think seokjin’s genes are immaculate. jimin’s too.”

his head shoots back to look at you again

he stares at you with a frown for a few moments before pushing himself off the counter and strutting up to you until the distance between you two is gone

“no one but me is gonna put that goddamn baby in you.”

he stares at you with a deep frown, black feline eyes being the only thing you can see now

“well, i–”

he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence when he wraps his fingers around your wrist and starts dragging you out the kitchen

you can’t help but let out an excited giggle as he pulls you towards your room and closes the door behind you two to minimize the noise making

before you know it, you’re pushed face first onto the bed

you can’t even let out a squeal when his weight is on your body, seated on your ass and chest pressed into your back

he leans over, lips grazing your ear. “you piss me off so much,” he mumbles, hips continuing to grind into the swell of your ass

hm.

“the feeling’s mutual,” you retort

but you both know you’re the one always making his blood boil and not vice versa

“oh, is it? what’s pissing you off? not getting fucked enough?” his lips right next to your ear makes a shiver run up your spine

it’s like he’s inside your head

you merely grunt in response, worried that if he keeps talking to you like this whilst grinding into you is going to have you respond louder than you’d prefer

it doesn’t take long before your silk robe is hiked up to your waist again, exposing your leaking sex to him

and his pants and underwear are ditched

disregarded somewhere on the floor

with a deep exhale, he pushes into you

and you accidentally let a loud noise escape your mouth

he reaches around your face and drapes his fingers over your mouth in order to keep you quiet

pounding into you relentlessly with his hand minimizing your cries

“remember the college days? i fucked you just like this when your family was in the house.” he brings up the events from when you were in college, living at home

always promising each other not to have sex if he came over because he has a dorm room, if u wanted to have sex you could just do it there!!!

but the promises were always broken within an hour of being with each other

hand on top of your mouth as he fucked you silly

proving to you that you’re his and no one else’s

and the feeling is eerily similar right now

too familiar

but you’re too far gone to really think about the effects it will have. you just want him to keep going

and you’re both treating this

like it’s the last time

so what’s the harm?

he continues to thrust, ragged breathing in your ear

his hand shielding your mouth does a good job of keeping you quiet but not perfect

occasional moans and sobs are still too loud

so he plunges his index and middle finger into your mouth

you automatically wrap your lips around his fingers, turning your head to the side to look at him

and his face

is right

next to yours

….

hair sticking to his forehead

lips parted as heavy breaths leave his mouth

his dark eyes scan your face like a predatory animal

committing it all the memory

your brows furrowed

eyes big and doe like

tears pooling in your waterline

lips pouty as they’re wrapped around his fingers

tongue sliding in between his fingers, coating them in your saliva

“fuck,” he whispers as his eyes drop to your lips, how well they wrap around his fingers and then back up to your eyes. “i’m still addicted to how fucking pretty you look with me in your mouth.”

fuck

ah shit

it’s coming

it’s bubbling up the back of your throat

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[nereidprinc3ss]

Hello, the one anon who said Spencer wasn’t an ass based on your preview….and….

I still don’t think he is! I am SO PROUD OF HIM!!!

Obviously Derek is the only actually correct one here (well and Randall who I loved. Imaging him as a slightly crusty war vet who means well but just is too gruff and rough to come across well. His wife bakes pies and has a rose garden in my mind) -

BUT, if you pretend to not know readers side, what Spencer says is perfect. Seriously I am so amazed at how well you articulate complicated emotions!!

Spencer had to grow up to take on adult responsibilities at age 10. He isn’t the best at communicating (v obvious right now), but he also is trying. He’s doing his best to do what’s right - and to him, reader is acting like a child lashing out - saying one thing, doing another. He can’t read her mind - all this is doing to him is proving he loves someone who doesn’t love him. (Again - which has to be the worst part. Like come on, dude admitted he loved the first girl he slept with and she didn’t love him. Now he’s in basically the same situation minus the actual intercourse and that has to hurt. It has to make him think something’s wrong with him) So he uses his words as a defense.

Could he have been nicer? Definitely. But his points, while ruder than normal for him, were accurate. (Seriously - cannot exclaim enough how amazed I am at your skill in writing conflicting emotions and view points).

ON THE FLIP SIDE —

Poor, poor reader. Trying to ignore what we know about Spencer - to only think how reader is thinking. That for the very first time, they’ve fallen in love - only to not be loved in return. The very feeling Spencer describes for himself - the feeling he wants her to avoid ever having.

Then she thinks that Spencer is angry at her for loving him, that something has to be wrong with her for him to not want her love. And she doesn’t have the experience or confidence to say what she thinks - so she pouts and ices him out, trying to leave so he can’t leave her first.

Two idiots in love. Absolute giant idiots.

Derek’s the only sane one right now - and that never happens. He’s right that Spencer can be, well… a cunt. But he’s also right that reader doesn’t understand how icy and sharp her claws are.

Ugh, I seriously read this when you released it and then had to step away before typing this message because I was worked up. Part of me really hopes it is reader who confesses first - and then they both grovel to each other. But I also know however you write it will be exactly right - and I’m looking forward to reading everything you post!!

Thank you, for starting and continuing this little series. Astounding! I need more words to describe how lovely this all is!

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GUYSSS you all NEED TO READ THIS im serious!!! anon you get it!!! if you guys read part five as if you DONT know whats going inside readers head and try looking at it from spencer’s pov this is all very real. that’s not to say he was in the right for being unkind but he thought she was genuinely just being incredibly brutally unkind for no reason and he asked her to stop because he doesn’t want to breakup but he can’t handle being treated like that forever. thank you for verbalizing these things so i dont have to and thank you for reading🩷🩷 you are so sweet!! im glad the emotional components came through well for you!!

[rrenzwrld]

what you don’t know

spiderman!eren x captain’s daughter! black reader

— you don’t like spiderman, but “spiderman” likes you

(eren doesn’t fully turn into spiderman here but you know he’s meant to be the peter parker so don’t yell at me yall)

Because you were the captain’s daughter, you had grown up thinking that your father was your hero. That he was the only person capable enough of doing all he could to protect the city and everyone in it. But some kid in a suit and mask swinging around town just had to come into the picture, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t like him, “friendly neighborhood spiderman” as he called himself because although he was there whenever anyone was in danger, he was just some kid in a mask and suit swinging around and meddling in situations he had no business. But to everyone else, he was a hero even if all they saw of him was on tv or something.

“Girl yesterday, this lil bum snatched my bag on the way to school and guess who got it back for me? Spidey~ I’m tellin you that man is fine under that mask, gotta be.” You cringed at how your friend was talking about this person when there could be a chance it was some very spry old man under the concealed identity.

“That’s something you could call the police for. Because what if “Spidey” took your bag from the boy and ran off with it too? Yall be trustin his ass way too much..”

“My man wouldn’t do me like that, besides,” She held up her hand and crossed her fingers. “We like this for real.” You rolled your eyes at your friend’s delusion.

“Whatever, Jay…”

The day went on as normal for the most part until you walked in on a fight starting to happen in the middle of the hallway because people were crowding around. It looked like it was gonna be between Reiner and this random kid who didn’t stand a chance so the match was uneven. Reiner was captain of the football team and also considered as the school bully, going around tormenting kids he knows wouldn’t fight against him. You dated him once but it was only for 3 months because the things he could do with other girls in the school, he couldn’t do with you so you broke up with him and his attitude.

“Ugh, what an asshole…” Jay mumbled as the two of you watched like everyone else. Although you wanted to wait to see if anything would happen like everyone was hyping up, you were gonna step in to stop everything until someone beat you to it.

“Reiner!” The brave soul in question was Eren Yeager. Even though he was looked at as something of a timid nerd at face value, he was a really cool person when you got to know him. Because he didn’t play sports, people really only knew him for his photography skills which he showcased every year at various school events and even outside school for the daily news paper.

“Einstein! Glad you could make it!” Reiner chuckled and everyone turned to Eren.

“I thought we talked about the whole picking fights with kids thing? Thought you were better than that.” Eren stepped through the crowd and up to Reiner, who continued to laugh in his face.

“Nope, just better than you. Looks like you wanna be next in line.” Reiner cracked his knuckles. You couldn’t stand to see any more of this so you pushed your way into the center with the boys and everyone was taken aback. You tried to stay out the way most of the time but one thing about you? You couldn’t do the bullying.

“Nah,” You gently moved Eren out the way so that you and Reiner stood toe to toe. “Why don’t you fight me, Rei?” The crowd reacted to your proposition.

“What’d I tell you about minding your business, baby?” He smirked but you winced at the pet name.

“As someone who has the captain of the police department on speed dial, I suggest you mind yours and stop being an asshole.” After he looked around at the crowd of students, he smiled before holding his hands up in defense.

He shrugged. “Fine,” He backs up and the crowd parts for him while he looks at Eren and the underclassman. “You two should thank her.”

After all of that happened, the kid who Reiner was about to fight came up to you to thank you for standing against Reiner for him. The kid shouldn’t have been put in that situation and Reiner shouldn’t have wanted to fight him for any reason, but you knew that whole thing was a power trip for him and didn’t mind being the one to take that from him.

Eren had came up to you later on that day as well during dismissal.

“Y/n?” He called out to you from behind.

“Hey, Eren. What’s up?” He fiddled with the straps of his bag and before speaking.

“Thank you for keeping Reiner in check earlier. Thought I was the only one not okay with him going around and fighting kids.” You two laughed together.

“No problem, I just hate bullies. Him especially.”

“Yeah, me too. Can’t believe you dated that guy…” You and Eren walked side by side out the school on the way home in the streets of Manhattan.

“He was cool when I met him, I dunno what happened.” You shrugged. You were hurt that his character changed so much but maybe that’s who he really was all along and you was oblivious to it. You and Eren skipped the topic of your dating history and talked about all kinds of things. You felt comfortable talking to him even if he wasn’t in your close circle of friends and it didn’t mind hanging out with him another time outside of school.

“This your stop?” You slowed down walking.

“Yeah, where’s yours?” He gestured towards blocks away from your apartment building.

“Way down there. I’ll make it though, you worried?” You rolled your eyes, not knowing that he was such a flirt.

You giggled at his words to your surprise “Not in the slightest. See you tomorrow?”

“If nothing happens to me between now and tomorrow. Not that you care.” He smiled. You playfully shoved him.

“Bye, Yaeger.” You made it up the stairs and into the building

“See you..” He watched as you walked inside before walking forward himself, just to make sure you got inside safely.

(maybe i am slightly ashamed of this + wanting to continue it but tell me where yall stand..)