#again any mutuals who want to go somewhere and just scream

[silverzoomies]

Turkish Delight

peter maximoff x reader smut

chapter 2: holding out for a hero

link to chapter 1: here

warnings: shameless smut, porn with (slight) plot, mutual masturbation, best friends, dirty talk, kissing, risky sex, teasing, play fighting

word count: 5568

a/n: took me months to get this one done, but it's finally here !! hope it was worth the wait. i'm so freakin' nervous about it, i think i'll explode. thanks for bein' so patient !!💗again, if any russian dialogue needs correcting, lemme know please !! thank you !!

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Peter didn’t want his best pal thinking he’s a total horndog or anything. Contrary to popular belief, he was capable of restraint. Sometimes. But this raging hard-on couldn’t wait. 

And he promised he’d keep you warm, didn’t he? Like you said over the phone…it was cold out today. For all Peter knew, you were freezing your nips off. Alone in bed without a buddy. What kinda selfless superhero would he be - if he didn’t come to your aid when you obviously needed him most?

On the other end of the phone line, emptiness droned for seconds too long. You didn’t get a moment to marvel in the afterglow of orgasmic delight. Instead, anxiety boiled fiercely in the pit of your belly. Between your quivering legs, your own heat left you aching for something more. You sat up quickly in bed. Under the familiar weight of Peter’s jacket, your body burned like hellfire.

Carding your fingers through your bedhead, catching soft hairs under your nails; you spoke into the receiver.

“Peter?” Your voice wavered. More seconds passed in buzzing silence. You waited a moment longer. But only empty static answered your pleas, “Listen, dude, I’m really sorry if I made things awkwa-”

Dammit all. Peter meant to show up a lot sooner.

But he needed to dress himself first, of course. Since he couldn’t exactly go for a quick run across the sea in his boxers. Peter then found the Sokovian pop-up shop that sold your favorite Turkish delights - unfortunately - moved somewhere else. Bummer. Just his luck. Searching for the shop added an extra half-second to Peter’s spontaneous trip.

Which wouldn’t be all that bad. If not for the embarrassing fact that he tripped on his way back.

Into the ocean.

Yeah. By some impossible feat - a record breaking level of stupidity, Peter wiped out. He fell below water and made friends with a colossal tuna fish in the process. Somehow, he spared the Turkish delights any damage. And bidding his newfound, fishy pal farewell, Peter rushed home. Reeking of the ocean, he showered and threw on some fresh clothes.

After a century and a half, he arrived at your window. Realistically, the trip took only twenty seconds tops. And sure - maybe speeding around the globe in only twenty ticks might seem fast to…well…literally anyone else. But to Peter? Quicksilver himself?

C'mon…that's slow on a slow day.

A strong whoosh of wind swept your window, followed by a loud rattle. As if a ginormous bird flew head first into the glass. You parted your lips to scream. But if this were a race - your shriek vs Quicksilver speed - Peter had you beat by a thousand microseconds.

Time moved at a crawl all around him. Slipping in through the window, he stopped at the foot of your bed with a small box tucked under his arm. Whistling along to the tune in his earphones, he tilted his head to the side. Peter's lethargic gaze took a venturous journey across the length of your body. Up and down. Shamelessly. Several times over.

Okay, maybe about thirty four times. But who's counting?

Whoa, baby. Talk about a sight to behold. Curvaceous. So smooth. Nestled in your birthday suit post orgasm. Never before seen by the likes of a certain, silver comrade.

Peter's whistling veered off into stunned silence.

You. Buck naked. In his jacket. After a naughty jam session over the phone. He might need to go a few rounds in the madhouse.

Your pretty legs were stretched out, as you laid all cozy-like in bed. His heavy jacket draped your frame. Swallowing you in its heat, the silver garment kept your tits hidden from view. Even now, those beauties remained a mystery. The suspense made his crotch feel hot. Dragging his eyes down your tummy, Peter stopped at the dip between your legs.

Au naturel.

Sometime during his ocean getaway; he lost the boner that led him to you in the first place. But now, naturally, his dick twitched to hardness. Peter's coffee bean eyes widened. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Jeez…c'mon, guy! Just cool your jets. Take it easy.

He drew in a slow breath. Peter climbed over top of you as time finally caught up with him. With a knee resting between your legs, he loomed from above and clamped a hand over your mouth. Your scream ate his dust in a race against time, muffled under his palm.

His sudden appearance brought along a cool breeze. Chilly air welcomed its bite into your room. With only his jacket to keep you warm, you shivered. Aha! Just as he thought. You were freezing your nips off. Good thing Peter had the foresight to come by and help you out. Lest you freeze to death.

And wouldn't that put a damper on this unexpectedly great day? Your safety was of uber importance. Most definitely the primo reason for his visit. Even if the stiff tent in his jeans told a different story.

Peter's familiar eyes glistened, pupils blown with lustful anticipation. Silver strands of his hair fell over his brows. He kept his hand sealed over your mouth. Bringing his other hand up, he made a frantic shushing gesture. You furrowed your brows, yelping a muffled - Peebur??

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Shhhhh! It's cool, babe! It's…look, it's just me.” He whispered.

Pulling his hand from your mouth, Peter sat upright over your legs. His denim-clad knee nudged the drapery of your sex. Its heat was impossible to miss. But he forced himself to focus on your cute face instead.

“S'up. Uh, how's it goin’? Wow. Phew. Some wicked hot phone call that was, amiright?” Peter sheepishly chuckled.

“You little-” You playfully swatted him, smacking Peter on the arm.

Feelin’ feisty today, are we? The shock of his BNE must've unlocked some hidden strength inside you. After a few weak blows, one of your hits landed with accidental force. Peter winced, rubbing his arm as he hissed through his teeth.

“Ow!? Jeez! Touchy touchy!” He complained, holding his whisper, “Расслабься (relax)! Take it easy, babe!”

“Sorry! I'm sorry! But you scared the shit out of me! I almost peed myself!”

You leered your pretty eyes up at him. He cheesed a grin, leaning over you on all fours. Peter teased your pussy with his knee, barely inching forward. Your lingering arousal stained the denim there. A husky laugh bubbled low in his throat.

“Ohhhhh…is that why you're so wet?”

You squealed and smacked him on the arm again. Okay. He deserved that one, for sure. Peter almost felt bad for making you shit bricks. Still, he couldn't help but laugh. The scrunchy look of frustration on your face made him snort. He covered his mouth to conceal it, but his dimples ultimately gave him away.

“Don't laugh at me! I thought some creep broke in or something!” You huffed.

“I'm sorry! I just can't take you seriously when you're lookin’ pissed off like that. It's…it's cute, okay?"

“You're such a jackass.”

Peter hummed, lips pursed and contemplative.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

He shrugged, pulling a pink box from behind his back. A silver string decorated the box, tied in a sloppy bow. Grinning, Peter let his eyes fall half lidded. He slowly blinked. Even with his libido cranked up to eleven, he appeared unfazed as ever. Characteristically aloof.

“But this jackass brought you Turkish delights…so…”

For a fraction of a second, an electrifying flash sparkled in your gaze.

You rolled your eyes promptly after, “You’re sweet. But my family’s home.” You warned. Peter frowned, tipping his head back with an indignant groan, “Peter, I’m serious! We really can’t-”

He tore open the box, pushing a powdery candy past your lips. The sweet treat melted over your tongue and coated your taste buds in its fragrance. A joyous smile reclaimed your lips. Totally worth Peter’s accidental, oceanic wipe out. He chuckled again, popping a candy into his mouth before tossing the box away somewhere.

“Fiiiinnnnnne. I guess you found my only weakness. That’s heavenly.” Your voice stayed hushed as you spoke. Peter’s eyes flicked down to your lips, drawn to the pinch of powdered sugar left there, “But I’m not kidding, dude. If anyone catches you like this-”

Burdened with speedster impatience, Peter cut you off again. This time, not with a heavenly treat - but with an unexpected kiss. It happened on impulse, so careless and without a lick of hesitation. You squeaked into his lips, your eyes widening and quickly fluttering shut. Peter’s lips curved against yours in a victory smirk, the moment he realized you gave in.

The natural chemistry between you both flickered, igniting like a hot spark. That is, if the spark were an awkward display of experimental nuzzling. Magnetized to your soft lips, he almost fought the urge to part. His nose brushed your skin as he went for your neck. Peter covered your flesh in mouthy smooches. And when he got a little too greedy, he nibbled instead.

“Mmmmm…d’ywanna…y’know…” Peter rolled his hips into yours, nudging you with his bulge. Raising his head from your neck with a sloppy sound, his silver brows darted up and down - up and down. Playfully allusive. The tips of his fingers drew light lines down your belly, “‘Cuz I was really into the way you were talkin’ back there. All that freaky stuff you said about my fingers. And my speed. And my, uh…”

What a supreme understatement. Apparently, you were capable of spouting some outrageously juicy stuff. Even Peter didn't have the nutsack to repeat those words out loud.

“Peter…”

“Please? C'mon, I can be sooo quick about it, babe. You know me! Speed's the name of the game.”

Whatever happened to that frisky courage you had before? You weren't getting cold feet on him already, were you?

Your tiny hands rested on his broad shoulders, fingers curling into his grey flannel. Shifting your gaze bashfully, you chewed your lip. In reality, you didn't expect Peter to show up like this unprompted. Especially not with your family at home. There was a strong chance they'd catch you two in the act any moment. And the prospect of that freaked you out way more than banging your bestie.

Best case scenario; he would've been patient enough to wait for you. You'd drive to his place and meet him in his (mom's) basement. Where he'd quickly fuck your brains out to the tune of whatever song he left playing. You'd play some Mario Kart afterwards. And thanks to his ravenous libido, he'd drill you dumb again. And later, maybe even a third time.

Of course, the fact that you expected Peter Maximoff to be patient at all was entirely your fault. Right after you got him horny on the promise of pussy? Nah. Hindsight's twenty/twenty when your best friend's a hot-blooded speedster.

Since you took too long to give him an answer, Peter’s attention fixed elsewhere. He let his eyes dance all across your body again. Scanning every inch of smooth, visible skin and following silver creases in the jacket you wore. Until something lying by your side caught his eye. A small, bundled up wad of baby pink cloth.

Oh, helllllooooooooo. What’s this?

You were struck with a beat of realization, but had no time to react. Peter plucked your panties into his grasp. And judging by the mortified look on your face, followed by a petrified peep - yeah, he totally scored. Big time. What a steal! Your damp panties dangled from his fingers, and Peter’s brows rose under his bangs.

“Dude, wait! I can explain-”

“Ah. Black lace, huh?” He smirked.

Ты маленькая грязная лгунья (You dirty little liar)! Your panties looked nothing like you described over the phone. Baby pink. Lined with girly frills. Peppered in a pattern of cutesy, rubber duckies. Kind of adorable, in truth. But majorly humiliating for you. Peter’s grin turned even more impish, highlighting his dimples yet again. He snickered, waving the evidence of your naughty deception in front of you. Teasingly, he nudged his knee closer into your sex, making your breath hitch.

“L-Listen, in my defense, I didn’t think you’d find rubber duckies all that sexy.” You clarified, like a total lame-O.

Without thinking, he brought your panties to his nose. Peter’s hooded eyes fluttered and rolled back. He hummed something like a low growl. All devilish and, as per usual, carrying zero shame.

The apples of your cheeks burned exceptionally hotter, “Seriously?” You mumbled through a barely audible exhale of breath.

Nope. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t taking any of this seriously.

“And to think, I was totally honest with you about my Star Wars socks.” Peter clicked his tongue, shaking his head, “Were you pullin’ my leg when you said they were hot? You deceiver. You’re really breakin’ my heart, y’know?”

Adorable, the way you crossed your arms and puffed your cheeks. You blinked, and your panties vanished out of thin air. Almost like a magic trick. And if you thought Peter tossed them away, you were naive for assuming so. But, hey…would you mind at all? If you knew he stuffed them into his back pocket for safe keeping?

No? Cool. Finders keepers.

“Noooo! I wasn’t lying. They were totally hot. Actually…I couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy you’d look in them.” You teased, obviously full of shit. Peter rolled his eyes. But as you giggled and tilted your head down; you flitted your lashes and gave him a babydoll look. With the addition of a tempting lip bite, no less, “Wanna take those pants off and show me? You said you’d be quick, right?”

There it was. Your freaky confidence made a brief, cameo appearance. Peter's blood took a downward jump at light speed. His dick pulsed eagerly in his boxers. Flirty passes coming from you seemed to rewire his brain chemistry in a big way. He knitted his lips to the side, scratching the back of his neck.

“Can’t.”

“Awww…why not, huh? Are you embarrassed? You know you don't have to be. Not around me.” You cooed, and the sweet, caring nature of your voice made him blush.

“Nah. I know. It’s not that. It's just…they kinda got soaked?”

“They got…what? How does that even happen?”

Cradling his face in your palm, you urged him to meet your eyes. To tell you the ridiculous story he hadn't planned on telling you until, well…after you both boned. The sweet scent of your pussy on your fingers kept him distracted. An instinctive shudder raced through his body. Peter pressed a kiss to your palm once, twice, thrice. Just for good measure. 

His cheeks pinkened further, “Eh, I might've wiped out on the way here. Took a quick swim in the Atlantic. I met a super sized tuna fish and everything. Called him Quint. You've seen Jaws, right?”

What the hell was he on about now?? Peter caught himself before he got any further off track.

“Uh, anyways, whatevs. No biggie. At least it wasn't a jumbo sized shark ‘er anything. Pffbbttt.” 

“So, you're telling me…you were so eager to get laid; you tripped on water? You big doofus.”

You snickered so hard, you snorted. Cute. Peter sighed. Grinning crookedly, he brought his hand to yours over his cheek. He guided your hand lower and took you on a short journey. The destination? Boner city. You felt his thick bulge in your tiny palm. Trailing a few teasing nibbles up your neck, Peter's heated chuckles turned your skin to gooseflesh.

“Har. Har. Har. Laugh it up, why don't you? Lil miss rubber duckies.”

Peter rolled his hips down into your hand, once more alluding to his pent-up frustration. You’d taken so long to give him the green light; Peter could’ve raced overseas again, nearly drowned, and returned - ten times over. Again, you parted your lips to (probably) protest. And again, Peter cut you off with another feverish kiss. His sizable hands pulled your legs further apart. You mewled softly against his lips, as his knee kept teasing your cunt.

“Доверься мне (Trust me). D’you trust me?” He mumbled.

You answered with even sloppier tongue action, catching him off guard. Peter never thought he’d kiss your velvet lips like this. Relishing every second. Your nails scraped the back of his neck, triggering something primal inside him. With your other hand, you felt his dick twitch in his jeans. He trembled, whining into your mouth and pushing himself closer. His kisses delved deeper, his tongue catching the flavor of that Turkish delight.

“Ты такой сладкий (You’re so sweet)...”

“Ohmygod.” You whined. Whispers of breathy moans laced through your kisses like threads, “I’m sorry, but that’s so hot. Keep talking like that? Please?”

As you giggled, looking a little shy; Peter laughed. While your kisses were more of a soft and delicate variety; his were firm, but quick. Anticipating the next several, before they even happened.

“Is it? You really think so? Mmm…dunno if I believe you. Обманщик (Deceiver). You lyin’ again? ‘Cuz if you are...I have ways of findin' out…”

His big hands wandered, moving in a rush. As much as he wanted to spend the next eternity blowing your mind with righteous foreplay; Peter needed to speed things along. He kissed your neck, teeth nipping your skin - because for some reason, with you, he was just so...bitey. Further down, he parted the jacket you wore, revealing your tits in full. Perfect and supple. Outrageously bitchin’. Even prettier than whatever he imagined over the phone.

“Наконец (Finally)...” He mumbled, mostly to himself.

Peter squeezed the fullness of your breasts in his hands, thumbs rolling your nipples. His swollen lips enveloped one of your tits like a hungry man starved. Carelessly swirling his tongue, he sucked your stiff nub hard. A boob-induced haze clouded his prior sense of urgency. You ran a hand through his hair and tugged him back with a gentle jerk. Peter’s voice broke in a low whine. His tongue chased your poor, sore nipple again.

“Подожди (Wait)! Waiiit…’m not done…” He buried his face lazily between your breasts and took a moment to inhale. Before motorboating your rockin’ titties. Peter groaned like he’d never get enough. As he pulled back, he giggled like a dork, “Hohhh…I seriously think I might be in love with these things.”

Exchanging hot breaths and hushed chuckles, you both explored each other's bodies with your hands. Peter’s sneakers scraped the sheets of your bed, knocking your blankets to the floor. While you took initiative with his zipper, his fingers trailed under your navel. The tips of his digits teased your pretty slit. At last. Peter felt for himself, how much of a soaked mess you were over his two-tongued dirty talk.

“Fuuuck, you weren't messin’ with me, were you, принцесса (princess)?”

Parting your slick lips, he sank two digits into your quivering heat. Your plush pussy welcomed his fingers with sweltering tears of gratitude. Wet as fuuuuuuck. His fat thumb teased your clit. Expertly fondling your helpless, little bud. You froze just as you pulled his jeans apart. A dangerous squeal threatened to echo through your room. But you swallowed it, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Черт возьми (Damn it)...sucks I gotta rush this…” Peter huffed, plunging his digits deeper, “Really wanna take my time for once…”

You blindly felt for his bulge with clumsy hands. After giving his hard-on a loving squeeze, you tugged the front of his boxers down. As soon as his leaky cock bobbed in the open, you grabbed and held on tight. A quick glance downward, and you admired the shape and size of him. Girthy in your palm. Smooth, veiny, and pulsing as you tugged him. 

And while you may have told a few little, white lies over the phone. Peter most definitely didn't. His thick cock turned an almost lilac hue at the head, the more you teased him. Peter shivered, bunching his shoulders and arching his back. You stroked him for a beat more. Until he guided you elsewhere, lining his dick where you both urgently wanted him to be. Barely nudging his tip into your weepy slit, he flitted his hooded gaze up to meet yours.

“You good? ‘M not gonna hold back, if you-”

The carefree banter between the two of you never ceased. Despite any nervousness, you gave him a coy smile. Lips pouty and eyes lookin' lusty. You ghosted his lips with a teasing whisper.

"Peter, babe, Please. You are soooooo slow. Just go for it, yeah? You need me to beg?"

His eyes widened, and he cheesed another goofy grin, "Actually, yeah, that'd be awesome."

Giggling sweetly, you swallowed your nerves, finding that courage buried deep within.

"Come on, Quickie. Fuck me, please?"

Peter felt his dick spasm, leaking from the tip, spilling over your pearly clit.

“Shhhhh. Relaaax. I got this, babe. I got it. Just…”

His eyes dropped to your cunt, watching as he sheathed his needy cock in your fluttery slit. Peter's mouth fell open, brows curling inward. He bottomed out with a generous swing of his hips, and your snug, sticky heat made way for his visit. But not without the tiniest hint of resistance.

Breathlessly, he mumbled, “...just…oh…oh, you're tighter than I…thought…fuck. That's...”

Steamy gasps filtered your room, replacing erotic moans that didn’t dare slip. Sharing endless kisses, the two of you bumped noses and whirled your tongues. Making the most fun you could out of so little time. And as teasing playfulness intensified, consuming you both in awesome exhilaration; neither one of you could resist getting handsy. Touching all over. Squeezing. Feeling everything that was way out of bounds just a few hours prior. Peter rocked in and out of you fast enough to make your bed knock against the wall.

“Not too fast! Not too-” You mewled, your hands rubbing his shoulders, nails clawing down his chest over his shirt, "Fuck, the bed. Don't-"

“Shhh. Shhhh. Okay, baby. I gotcha. I-” Peter snickered, his troublemaker giggles quickly obscured by winded moans, “Ебать (Fuck)…” He whined, slowing the motion of his thrusts. Soaking in the fuzzy sensation of your spongy, wet heat cuddling his cock, “Ощущается так хорошо (Feels so good).”

Burying his reddened face in your titties, he squeezed one of those beauties in his hand. Watching in a trance, as they bounced in time with every push and drag of his cock. A lil too enthralled, Peter got ahead of even himself. He recklessly rolled you over. Hoping to see your tits go jiggle jiggle jiggle from another perspective. Until…

Peter brought you down to the floor with him by accident. Oof, he was all kinds of clumsy today, huh? Landing flat on his back with a thunderous thud, he sat up on his elbows. He gaped up at you with a dazed look, ogling the way your tits bunched and squished over his chest. Nipples so perky and brushing his shirt fabric. Oh, yeah. He was hella smitten with those puppies.

“Shit!” You cursed under your breath.

Peter blinked himself out of his second booby haze of the evening. On quivering knees, you tried to find your balance. After you both took a rough tumble to the floor, his cock unsheathed itself from your cozy heat. Throbbing and slick, Peter’s dick bounced. Eager to fuck you senseless again.

“Простите (sorry)! Sorry! You okay, babe?” Peter whispered, settling his warm palms over your ass.

An ass which he hadn’t taken the time to really feel yet. And no surprise, your plump cheeks were just as bodacious as the rest of you. He palmed and squeezed them, getting his fill while he still had the chance.

“I’m okay! Are you?” You chewed your lip again, tilting your head to the side. Giving Peter that same kittenish, doe-like look, ‘M gonna get in sooooo much trouble because of you, Pietro.”

Well…when you said it like that; slurred and giggly, drunk on the filthy thrill of everything so him. Peter chose to ignore whatever risks seemed to weigh on the back of your mind. Rolling the two of you over once more, he held his dick by the shaft and slipped inside your cunt. That familiar, comfy warmth welcomed him in again. He whispered your name, embellished with his natural accent.

And just as Peter set course to give you a good drilling; at your door, the knob jiggled. Pulling you out of euphoric stasis instantaneously. The two of you stilled, eyes wide, glancing between each other and to the door. Back and forth. Back and forth. Upon finding your door locked, mystery whoever on the other side knocked instead.

“Hey, are you alright? What was that noise I heard? Did you fall?” Mystery voice called from the void.

And what a golden - or silver, rather - opportunity they presented. Peter blinked, leering intensely down at your stunned face. His eyes gleamed mischievous lust. Within the embrace of your luscious walls, his cock twitched with interest. The length pulsed upward into pillowy heat.

A subtle nod to a fun, little scheme he quickly cooked up.

But he needed something to drown out the soon-to-be sound of speedy hanky panky. With a careful movement, Peter brought a hand to the Walkman clipped loosely on his jeans. Having memorized the buttons, he knew how to work it by muscle memory.

Loosening the earphone jack, his thick fingers clicked - a button here, a button there. And voilà. Bonnie Tyler's Holding Out for a Hero began to play. Ah, yeah. The good ol' Footloose soundtrack. He'd now dub it the soundtrack to your first, shared romp together. Which was kinda fitting. Before he showed up, you were technically holdin' out for a hero. Your eyes flicked to the source of the music, then back up to him. You gave him a ‘what the fuck are you doing’ kinda look.

Peter bit his lip, the corners of his grin curling into a diabolical smirk. As your brows knitted in suspicion; he rolled his hips sloooooowly back. You shook your head silently. Retracting his cock halfway, he took less than a millisecond to launch his hardness into your cervix. The motion knocked the wind from your chest. Covering your mouth, head thrown back; you scratched your nails into the carpet.

He arched a brow. One of his hands darted to your wrist, tugging in an attempt to unseal your mouth. Even with his dick buried deep in your insides, weakening your defenses; you fought back. You jerked away, which only encouraged him more. Peter bit his tongue to hold back a snicker. A few feisty slaps on your end, and you both fell into a play fighting frenzy. Your overstimulated cunt rippled around his dick, as he pinned your wrists to the floor.

Mystery voice called your name again. Their tone reflected growing concern for you. But you couldn't make out what they said over Bonnie Tyler amped up to high volume. Peter’s gaze stayed hard locked on yours. Picking up speed, pounding into you raw and rolling his cock so deep; he knitted his brows and nodded towards the door. As if to say - go on, say something already.

“I-I’m fine! I just…yeah, I, uh…I fell out of bed!” You yelled over the music. Your voice hitched, squeaking at the tailend. A scorching surge of ecstasy burst through your core. Continuously building, as Quicksilver focused entirely on rearranging your insides. It seemed impossible, but you managed to choke out,  “I’m oh-...okay now!”

“You fell? Are you sure you’re alright?” Ебена мать (Holy shit). Mystery voice refused to step down. They raised their tone to a high enough octave, you finally heard. The doorknob jiggled again, “I thought you said you were going somewhere tonight?”

“I-I am! I was!” You swallowed your whimpers, steadily losing your composure.

Growing hazier with every bold, speedy thrust; you raised your legs and locked them in a vice grip around him. Now, Peter had free reign to pound your tight channel at whatever speed struck his fancy. He knew after this - no man you slept with would ever dream of matching his god-given talent.

Hot white pulses of mind-altering pleasure rattled through your bones. Blocking out the sensation of rug burn itching your lower back. Your wrists tingled like pins and needles under Peter’s hold. At the corners of your glossy eyes, excessive pleasure made your tears drip in clots. Peter leaned in, muttering soft praises in your ear, broken only by his own whimpers.

“Хорошая девочка. Это моя хорошая девочка (Good girl. That’s my good girl). Это слишком быстро? Слишком быстро для тебя? Хочешь, чтобы я замедлился (Is this too fast? Too fast for you? Do you want me to slow down)?”

You responded with a tightly wound, whispery little “Fuuuuuuuck!”

And mystery voice. Bless their innocent soul. They still hadn't left you to your business. It took all the willpower left simmering inside you, to finally muster the brain cell to respond.

“I have to-” A high-pitched hiccup in your breath cut you off. Another, more kittenish squeal threatened to tumble from your lips unprompted, “Hold on! I have to get dressed! I’ll be out in a sec!”

By now, you couldn’t fathom where your pleasure was even coming from. Peter made quite the first impression in the bedroom, drilling your poor pussy to numbness. A powerful wave of blissful vibrations erupted from…somewhere. It ripped through your insides like the speediest of shockwaves. Freeing your tired wrists, Peter lifted your hips. His desperate, horny instincts then took over.

The last wave of your orgasm compressed your walls, locking his dick in a slippery death grip. As you shuddered around him, making a beautiful, sticky mess of his spent hardness; he pulled out.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, his dumb sex brain told him: Dude, cum on those titties. Which he did. Acting fast, he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stroked 'til he burst.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh sh-" He moaned.

With a look of lazy, fucked out awe on your face; you watched your bestie's ruddy dick pulsate. Generously decorating your soft tits in heated, white jets - along with the jacket you wore.

His jacket. And not just any old jacket. But one of his favorite jackets.

“Ебать! Ебать (Fuck! Fuck)!” He panted, swiping fresh cum - Eugh...yuck - from the jacket. His face scrunched in a grimace, “Awwww, man! Goddammit. Figures.”

Sometime later (only three minutes), you laid lazily on your back next to your bestest pal in the whole world; staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars decorating your ceiling. Outside, the evening already drove the sun into darkness. With only a sliver of orange light left in the distance, beyond your open window.

Peter already did the work, taking care of himself and speedily cleaning you up. An overall, blissful numbness pooled in your veins. You sleepily blinked, watching the stars on the ceiling quickly morph into...Peter's face? The confused expression overtaking your features seemed to put things into perspective for him. Like...shit...he really did a number on you, huh?

"You're still comin' over tonight, right?" He asked, prodding your cheek with his pointer finger, "Riiiight? I got a Gameboy waitin' for us and everything, dude."

Your lips slowly parted. But before you could mutter a single, breathless word; Peter delicately patted your cheek. In a blink, he stood to his feet and straightened himself out. Bringing his goggles down over his eyes, shimmying them into place; he threw you a casual salute.

"Awesome possum. Meetcha there."

He vanished out the window, leaving you to lie there on the floor. Naked as the day you were born, albeit bundled up in his jacket. Another thirty seconds passed in post sex-with-a-speedster bliss. 

And then, a shrill ringing dragged you back down to reality. You winced, narrowing your eyes and steadily pushing yourself to your knees. Loose, noodly limbs fumbled for the handset to your phone. It took you a few tries, scrambling to get a hold of it. Clearing your throat, you pressed the phone to your ear.

"Hello?"

"You ready yet?" Peter asked.

He lazed on the sofa in his (mom's) basement, his Garfield phone resting in his lap like a kitten having a catnap. The vibrant, orange cord curled around his finger as he absentmindedly toyed with it. Dawning a cheeky, dimple grin, Peter popped a candy into his mouth. He bounced a leg in rapid beats.

"You're kidding, right?" You chuckled, mussing your hair, completely overspent.

"Uh, no? Hurry up, will you? Don't forget my jacket. I gotta toss it in the wash. And, oh!" Peter chewed just a touch louder, smacking his lips, "Took your Turkish delights, by the by. So, if you want 'em...eh? Ehhh?" He wiggled his brows.

As you listened to Peter ramble about...whatever the hell; you searched for your panties. Checking the bed, then the floor. They were nowhere to be found. As if they seemingly disappeared, never to be seen again. You sighed, cradling the base of your phone in an arm, the handset nestled between your cheek and shoulder. 

"Hey, Peter?"

"Yeah? What's up, cutie? You headin' out?"

"Dude, where the hell are my panties?"

No answer. Nothing but an off-hook tone, droned on and on.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Dr. Bronze

Hi guys!

This is a small one with Ona and Lucy :) It comes from several request, so I hope you will like it!

Please enjoy ♥

TW : None

She’s a doctor. It’s still funny for Lucy to say that, but she likes the idea, to be honest. She’s pretty honored and this distinction made her think back about the woman she was at that time. She was so far away to imagine where she would be more than ten years later.

Not here in the English Camp, looking at Tooney and Alessia giggling about something she doesn’t want to know. But here like having be able to live so many things with football. She has won the Women’s Euro in 2022 and almost won World Cup in 2023 with England. And she won almost everything with Barcelona those last past years too.

And she can say that she never has been so happy as she is right now. And not only because of football, even if she met the woman she loves deeply thanks to football and their mutual friends.

She sighs softly when she reads one more time Ona’s last message, saying how sorry she is for not being able to come to the ceremony in Leeds University. Lucy wasn’t expecting her to be able to come to be honest, Ona is with her national team somewhere in Spain, training for the Olympics.

She would have love to see her again though. She misses her girlfriend, like crazy. They had a long discussion in Cuba about Lucy’s future and their relationship when they learn that Barça hasn’t accepted Lucy’s wishes. They knew it would be difficult to be separate again, but it was only for several months until Lucy will finish her career and come back in Barcelona to Ona.

That’s their project. Lucy joked about opening a bar, but she really thinks she would love it now. She hasn’t talk about it to Ona, scared that the younger one will make fun of her.

“Lucy, get your ass here right now or you will be late for fuck’s sake!”

Lucy groans when she hears her brother screaming in their parents’ house. It’s the day where she was supposed to received her distinction and she really needs to leave right now. But she really wanted to hear Ona’s voice before leaving and her girlfriend doesn’t seem to want to answer for now.

Lucy’s frowning when she comes down the stairs and when she goes in her brother’s car. Their parents’ left before them with Sophie, Lucy’s little sister, but the footballer can’t help and try to call Ona again.

“What the hell is she doing?” Lucy groans in a low voice.

“Maybe she’s tired of you. Maybe she realizes how easier it’s to live without you” Jorge teases her sister.

The slap he received after that echoes inside the car.

“Oy!”

“Shut up your face, will you?”

He rolls his eyes playfully, but Lucy’s reaction makes him realizes that maybe it isn’t the right place to joke. They never really talk about their respective feelings and love life to each other. But Jorge likes Ona, and he likes his sister with the Spaniard.

“Sorry if it was a bad choice for jokes” he says after a moment of silence.

Lucy groans for any answer, busy to write to Ona. She frowns again seeing that her messages are being delivered but not read.

“She’s not answering at anything” Lucy mumbles.

“I’m sur she’s fine, Luce. Maybe she has some tactical class or something?”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

She’s not scared anymore like she was last year when Ona wasn’t answering her phone quickly. It happened from time to time for Vilda being the reason of Ona’s silence. Vilda isn’t here anymore, and things got a little better since, even if it’s not the best conditions. But it’s the evening and they usually are free.

Jorge looks at his sister, briefly leaving the road with his eyes.

“You are going to be alright; you know? Ona and you.”

“How can you know?” Lucy asks after a moment of hesitation.

“I just know. That girl is really in love with you, and I can say you are too. It’s different from your other relationship, I can say it. And everyone who knows you can say it, you are like two parts of the same orange. It’s like all the things who could separate you aren’t and make you both even stronger.”

Lucy stays silence several seconds, really touched by her brother’s words. She’s sure that Ona is the love of her life, but she’s not sure that she’s Ona’s one. She will probably never be, never taking the girl for granted.

“It’s going to be so hard to be away from her” Lucy points softly.

“I never said it will be easy. But you will survive this.”

Lucy smiles for real this time. She never thought that Jorge’s words would one day make her feel better about her love life and her choices.

Ona still hasn’t answer to her when she faces the outfit she’s supposed to wear for the ceremony.

She would have love to see Ona sitting next to her mother in the crowd, but she’s not mad or even disappointed. Just a little bit sad to have a reminder of what their life will be for now. She will miss having Ona dead asleep next to her every morning when they were supposed to gets up for training. Or a koala-Ona begging her not to leave the bed.

After her speech, she got lost a little bit in her thoughts, but managed to smile at the right time and give right answers to what is addressed to her. They talk to some people around them for several times before Lucy’s father grab her arm.

“Come on, let’s go to the restaurant now” mumble Lucy’s father, probably tired of all this protocol.

Lucy smiles when Jorge snorts and follow her family, taking a look at her phone again. She got several notifications, but still nothing from Ona and she’s writing to Mariona when they pass the doors of the building.

“Hola, Doctor Bronze.”

Lucy almost misses a stair step. She knows that voice by heart and would be able to recognize it between thousands of other voices. But that voice isn’t supposed to be here, she’s supposed to be training in Spain.

But when she raises her eyes, Ona is really in front of her. With her freckles, her chocolate doe eyes and a slight cocky smile.

Lucy doesn’t speak, she breaks the distance to Ona in three great steps, before taking the youngest girl in her arms, in an embrace probably able to break her two or three ribs. But Ona doesn’t complain, in fact she puts her arms around Lucy’s shoulders and hide her face in her neck.

“You are here” Lucy whispers in Ona’s hair, making the Spaniard smiles.

“Of course I am” she whispers back.

“Don’t break your opponent’s back, Luce” Jorge shout from afar.

They both can hear Diane shoving Jorge and the others away, making the couple smile again.

“How are you here?” Lucy asks, looking at her girlfriend.

“Your parents came to take me from the airport. I explained to Tome what was happening, and she said I can come” Ona explains softly, stroking Lucy’s face with her fingers. “It’s just today and tomorrow though.”

“I take it” Lucy smiles.

And now that her family is gone, she puts her lips on Ona’s. She can feel her smile under her lips and she kind of regrets not to be alone with Ona to deepen the kiss.

“So, this is where you studied?” Ona asks, looking around.

Lucy hums, unable to stop looking at Ona. She got a tan from her training in Spain, and she definitively has more freckles. Lucy resists to the envy to kiss every single one of them, choosing to kiss her jaw instead.

“You want me to show you around?”

“Mh deepens. Will there be secret places where you took other girls to kiss?”

“No” Lucy laughs. “Come on.”

Without any hesitation, Ona takes the hand Lucy is reaching out, interlacing their fingers. Like she proposed, Lucy shows the places where she studied, even if she took a lot of classes online too, to be honest. But she likes to have her girlfriend for herself before actually going to the restaurant with her family.

They managed not to cross the path of a lot of people. They know that there is people around and probably photographers. Everyone has a smartphone to take a picture now anyway.

“Oh. There is one more place I want to show you” Lucy says while they were going back to the car. “Come.”

Ona happily follows her girlfriend, not letting her hand go a single second. Lucy turns behind an old building before stopping suddenly. Ona doesn’t really understand what happened, but soon she’s trapped between a wall and her girlfriend, who is smirking at her.

“Now, I have a place here where I kissed a girl on this campus.”

The rest of the night went well. They finally went to the restaurant where Lucy’s family was waiting for them and had a wonderful time. The food was delicious and even if they were with the others Bronze, Lucy never let Ona’s hand go. She played with her fingers during all the time they were sitting. Ona always got along pretty great with the others Bronze, much to her relief. Lucy didn’t have the least concern about it.

Then they finally went to the hotel where Ona took a room, happy to finally be alone. They couldn’t keep their hands away from each other as soon as Ona closes the door behind them.

After several hours and a long shower taking together, they are in bed, facing each other. Their legs are interlinked, and Lucy is stroking Ona’s hip while looking at her.

“I love you so much” Lucy says softly. “I can explain how happy I am to have you here.”

“I love you too. And my girlfriend is a Doctor, I couldn’t miss that, right? Doctor Bronze” Ona teases.

“Why is it so hot when you say it?”

Ona laughs this time and Lucy can only smiles, loving to hear that sound. Ona rolls on her back to stretch, but it’s not Lucy’s taste to see her walk away from her, even if it’s only a few centimeters. She passes her arms around Ona’s body to drag her against her.

“What if I sequester you and I take you to a secret place known only to me?”

“Would you stay with me?”

“Of course”

Ona smiles hearing Lucy’s evidence in her tone.

“Then it wouldn’t be a kidnapping, because I’d be entirely consenting.”

Lucy hums, passing one leg on both of Ona and hide her face in Ona’s neck. She misses her smell too. Lucy’s breath makes the younger shiver, but Ona doesn’t move, only playing with Lucy’s hair.

“What are you thinking about?” Ona asks, realizing that Lucy’s eyes are wide open.

“Barcelona” Lucy mumbles. “The places I love, the places we went together and the one I want to go the next time I’m back.”

“What’s your favorite place?” Ona asks curiously.

“Our home.”

It’s sappy, but Ona loves it. She passes her arms around Lucy to feel her better against her.

“You know how we talk about me coming back to Barcelona at the end of my career?” Lucy asks.

“Yeah?”

Ona’s voice is as calm as possible, but she can’t help but be scared that Lucy already change her mind. England is where she grew up, where her family is. It would be almost normal to want to come back here. Just like she herself wanted to go back to Barcelona.

“We never really talked about what I would do at this time.”

“What would you like to do?”

Ona watch as Lucy rolls on her stomach, so almost completely lying on Ona. But the English Woman just wants to be able to see Ona’s face.

“I know it was just a joke with Mapi in the beginning, but I think I would love to have my own bar. Just somewhere where people can come to drink something and watch sport on TV.”

Lucy is looking at Ona with a lot of attention, almost waiting for the Spaniard to laugh at her face. But Ona never does it, instead she looks thoughtfully at her girlfriend.

“If that’s what makes you happy Luce, just do it” Ona smiles softly.

“You make me happy.”

Ona rolls her eyes with a smile but happily let Lucy kiss her lovingly. The Spaniard missed her girlfriend as much as Lucy missed her. It wasn’t easy for her to let Lucy go in London, but her girlfriend’s happiness is what she cherishes the most.

“But during Barca Femeni’s and Spain women’s games, I’ll have to close the place to come watch you play” Lucy adds soon after.

“Will you wear my jersey?” Ona ask with a smile.

“Mh… Maybe”

“Hot” smirks Ona.

Lucy laughs softly, letting her finger run on Ona’s face. She seems to have more in mind, but Ona knows better than push her to know what’s going on in her mind. Just when she turns her face to kiss Lucy’s wrist, the latter talk again.

“Maybe our children will wear it too?”

“What, a Spanish jersey or a Batlle one?” Ona smirks.

They talked already about having children together, but not really about what team they could play. if they want to play, of course. Lucy is surprised by Ona question, she never thought about it to be honest. But if they stick to their plans, they will be living in Barcelona, so it will be logical for them to play for Spain.

“We will let them chose” Lucy answers wisely.

“Sure, Dr. Bronze” Ona chuckles.

[nariism]

kiss me stupid!

pair. isagi yoichi x gn!reader

content: fluff, a little pda, mutual pining, college au

synopsis. poor isagi just wanted to study. unfortunately, you had other plans

wc. 0.9k

"can i ask you something?"

isagi gazes up tiredly from his book, silently gesturing for you to continue. the pen by your ear clicks again and again as you open and close it with your thumb. click. click. click.

you're not looking at him when you ask:

"have you ever wanted to kiss someone stupid?"

he sputters in response, because who wouldn't? and you're still not even looking at him. you seem more interested in your notes than the fact that you just misaligned the planets by about 40 degrees for him.

thick silence fills the air, save for the clicking of your pen. click. click. click. cl-

he's going to go insane. he's going to go crazy. his brain is melting. he needs a second — just one second to think about what the hell you just said.

isagi reaches forward across the table with a frown, grabbing at the pen in your fingers and snatching it away from you. "quit that," he scolds.

you finally glance up at him from your notebook when he steals it, eyeing him carefully. he feels his face heating up both in embarrassment and from being slightly flustered. your gaze is so scrutinizing right now. he's convinced you can hear the thousands of thoughts running through his mind.

"don't avoid my question."

isagi huffs. you're too good at reading him and it's not fair. not when you look so calm and indifferent to the way you're flipping his entire world upside down with some silly grade school question.

"i just—" he sighs, cheek falling into his palm as he rests his elbows on the table. so much for getting any productive studying done. "i don't get what you're trying to ask."

"like, kissing someone 'til your brain is all mush." your hands come up beside your head to emphasize, massaging your temples. "until you're both laughing and can't think straight. 'til you can't breathe."

you're being oddly descriptive and it's not helping his situation at all. heat rises to the tips of his ears and he's sure his flush is entirely visible now.

"have you?" he asks suspiciously, because it sounds like you've put some thought into it. you simply hum in response, reaching over to grab your pen back from him. the action causes your leg to bump against his under the table and he nearly screams.

“so what if i have?”

“stop trying to be mysterious and answer me!”

"i asked you first."

"no, i—" you look at him strange and he crumbles on the spot. the honest answer comes before he can stop it. "yeah, i have. happy?"

you smile at his red face and furrowed brows. "really? who?"

he wants to grab you by the shoulders and shake you aggressively and yell in your face: you, idiot! you! quit being a tease and kiss me already!

he just sulks in his seat instead, arms crossed and trying to hold onto his last bit of sanity. "like i would tell you, nosy."

you scoff in response, reaching back over the table and tapping his forehead lightly with the end of your pen. "promise i won't use it against you. please? pretty please?"

though you're still teasing him, there's genuine curiosity written all over your face. it's just mixed in there somewhere underneath that humour. and he knows you wouldn't tell anyone if he told you about having a silly crush. but the circumstances are... different right now.

he swats the pen away from his face. "no way."

you stand up, the chair you were sitting in scraping across the carpeted floor. your face leans in close to his. too close. he's going to have a heart attack. oh fucking christ.

you move in to examine him, eyes dragging all over his expression to read it. there's no way this behaviour is appropriate for a public library, but for some reason he doesn't shove your face away from his.

"i'm not dense, you know." your voice is quiet but it somehow feels like a million decibels ringing in his ear.

"i know that," he stammers out. he doesn't know how to handle himself when you're so close to him. he's never been good at steeling his nerves around you.

"then why are you acting like you don't want to kiss me stupid right now?"

"i- i don't- i—" he blinks at you incredulously.

"you don't what, yoichi? don't wanna kiss me stupid?"

"i didn't say that!"

"so you do wanna kiss me stupid?"

he leans in a little closer. "do you want me to kiss you stupid?!"

isagi notices too late that his voice is shaking, and that his involuntary increase in volume is earning him glares from other students.

whatever. he doesn't care any more. he can't focus on doing his project if you're distracting him like this.

for a split second you wonder why you're stumbling until the backs of your knees knock your chair. then you realize that his lips have crashed against yours rather clumsily.

it's only a few moments. for a beat you're convinced you're dreaming until his tongue lightly runs along your bottom lip and you get slapped in the face with reality.

you stare at him dumbly when he pulls back looking embarrassed to all hell.

what. just. happened.

he quickly sits back down again when he glances around and finds the other students staring and gawking at the both of you. he's completely red in the face, and he nervously buries his face back into his book. he can kiss you stupid later. right now, just this one should suffice.

"would you shut up and take your notes now?!"

4 my one and only 🤍

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[polyamorouspunk]

This is for Weed Tips anon;

I've tried it before, and I have to give you a big heads up for trying weed; If you're one who gets nervous SUPER super easy when it comes to changes in your body, DO NOT go hard on it.

If you try smoking it, please mind the dosage and wait a few minutes before smoking it again if you don't feel the effects immediately. If you try an edible, for the love of everything PLEASE read the instructions if possible and only eat a SMALL amount depending on the amount that's in it. Edibles take a long while for the effects to hit your system, so when you see that popular meme of "'This edible ain't shit' *an hour later* 'I can taste colors'" it really is what that feels like.

Your body will relax a lot and will feel extra heavy if you don't go easy on it. I panic easily if I don't feel like I'm in control of my body. That alone has made me have a few bad trips because I felt like I wasn't feeling the effects I should have, then took another hit and ended up pretty much stuck in place for an hour or two screaming in my head because I couldn't move a muscle, not even to speak.

The stuff I've tried relaxes your body a LOT. My partner is fine with that because he has severe pain sometimes and it helps him take his mind off things for a while and feel comfortable. He enjoys it, I don't, unless I hit it extra light so I can still be able to move.

My biggest tip is if you want to try it for the first time, make sure you have someone you trust with you in case you have a bad trip and need some reassurance just in someone being present with you. Don't do it when you know you have to drive somewhere. Be in a safe environment and definitely have some snacks and water or other hydration with you. The Weed Munchies will hit ya lol

I don't want to discourage you from trying, but if you don't have a disclaimer, it really can be a bit scary if you're not told ahead of time. I hope this helped in some way though! Good luck to you anon <3

-@hoodieanon

I must apologize, i forgot to mention 🫐 anon by name. I didn't realize until reading 🫐 anon's ask back again heh

Yeah this is why I haven’t been able to try it, because I can’t do it at home, anywhere I go I drive myself, and I don’t have any irl friends who smoke. I don’t have a safety net here to try it outside of my mom who I don’t feel like she would be supportive of it even though in the past she says she would be but when I’ve actually been like okay here I go she’s like NOPE. Same with drinking. Anywhere I go out that I don’t drive my mom drives. Otherwise I drive meaning I would have to drive home. I don’t have anyone’s house or mutual place I can try stuff at without driving myself to/from, let alone any actual like. Friends.

[nereidaa]

so the whole storyline about ✨him✨ is here

(I ACCIDENTALY CLOSED THE SITE AND A WHOLE FUCKING LIST JUST DELETED. I'M MAD BC I HAVE TO REWRITE IT AGAIN. BUT ANYWAY.)

so we met this year when i went to this school

he's a grade older than me but i assume we're the same year (cause he's 15 now and i'll turn 15 this year) (i don't know if i say it the right way but i just don't know how to explain it)

i was friends with a girl in autumn, and he was friends with her too (now we both don't talk to her, idk why he doesn't tho) and we interacted in some way bc of it

in our school we choose the classes we want to attend and it doesn't depend on the grade you're in, so we had some mutual classes during this year. also we have not only the regular school subjects, but some interesting courses on very different topics (i'm not showing off, just saying that i'm glad to be from an upper middle-class family and go to a private school)

we had a class that is about the society or smth, and there was a lesson about marraige. he just leaved like after 5-10 minutes (idk if people still make those awful sigma jokes but yeah) (and yeah we're allowed to do so, you can leave anytime you want). no point here, i just remembered that and thought it could be important to understand his character or something

he's from a friend group i don't really like (they're loud chess nerds who speak in russian and that pisses off the whole school. there're a few nice guys there tho) but he's also friends with a lot of other people (he's a goddamn extravert and literally knows everyone)

back to the classes. we had physics together in winter, and we imitated electron movement (i'm from ukraine and i don't give a shit how you call all these things in english, i hope you get it), and we needed balloons for it. i helped him to tie his balloon (also he sat next to me? but idk if that means something or he just sat down somewhere bc all other seats were occupied, i don't remember)

then i remember how we just accidentaly got distracted and he showed me some tricks he can do with his hand but then the teached noticed it (like boy? why me? no complaining tho)

i don't remember anything til now tbh and so we're here in april 2024

we have like 4 mutual classes now

it's a format where we have different lessons everytime, history of music, history of ukraine and history of antiquity (it's not bc he's a history nerd, it's bc i am a history nerd lol. i have like 5 different history classes rn)

this tuesday we had the format and it was a game called 'two states' where we were in the same team. the point of the game was to increase the state budget and also to not have any dead citizens (if you don't have any money left by the end of the round you die). i convinced my friend alice, with whom we played as a family, to help him so that he did not die (we basically gave the guy money lol, but she didn't even want to help)

also there is a thing among us, when we do those little charades to communicate when we're too far from each other to talk (I SWEAR I DUNNO WHAT THAT WAS PLSS. MY BSF SCREAMED INTO THE PHONE WHEN I TOLD HER.)

and there it was then too

and also we often just look at each other and shake our heads at the same time when our mutual friends do something stupid and laugh

and after that alice and i went to the subway together and before that we chatted with him in the cloakroom, where he told us about our other friend (myrosia) annoying him on purpose after he told her to stop. i just don't get it??? like what's the point of doing that??? it used to be a local joke before but if it annoys the other person why do you continue???

anyway so. on friday we had history of antiquity, he was late for school and sat down on the floor next to me (i don't remember if i ever mentioned it on my blog before but probably not. we don't use desks and all this stuff, we just sit in the auditorium/classroom on the chairs or the floor) and greeted with us (i assume us?? like our friend group??), i told myrosia to shut up before she tried to do the joke again, she did anyway and he just leaved and sat in the other side of the room

we had a group task and he joined our group for it, we did some small talk where he mentioned he didn't sleep well or something like that, then i got up from my chair and sat on the floor to help with the poster and he just sat on my chair (i mean, boy why me??? there were other empty chairs. i didn't protest tho (if it was someone else i probably would) and let the poor boy to sit on a chair)

after a lot of jokes from myrosia and alice he leaved before the break was announced again (i just don't get why they keep doing this if they know it annoys another person)

after the break he sat in the other side of the room again and when girls from our group were about to present our work we just did the whole shaking heads and then laughing thing again

then we had the school meeting and there was this thing again

by the way i feel like i forgot to say this. we never actually greet if we walk past each other in the hallway

BUT THE WORST PART IS

i'm going on a school trip in may. and so does he. and we'll be around each other for 5 (five!!!) days. WTF

so that's it. thx for reading this shit if you actually did

fuck it probably doesn't really mean something😭😭😭😭 but anyways love you xoxo

[simmysunset]

Whoever Loves Her Next - 02

*Trigger warning for mention of drug abuse*

The wait from finding out I was pregnant to getting on the plane was almost unbearable. The soonest flight out of Mason’s home in California wasn’t for another two days, and those two days were full of lies. To myself, my work, and probably worst of all - my parents. I promised them I’d be home after a week and a half of spending time with Mason, and now I was supposed to be exploring some sights for an extra two days. Instead, I’m flying to Florida where Harry has been on his songwriting retreat.

Thankfully, I had enough trust in our mutual friend Alex to tell me when it was best to come. I’ve known him for years, having met him back when Pink Nemesis was still together. It took Harry a while to introduce me to any of his fellow bandmates or staff, but he eventually caved and took me to see them for my birthday four years ago. Alex had been the one both Harry and I got along with the most, so it made sense that they’d still be working together even after the band split.

Things are so different now than they were then. It hurts somewhere deep in my chest to think back to last year and everything that happened leading up to the end of the band. It started with one of the members going to rehab for a drug overdose, and following more physical fights than I can count on one hand, the final nail in the coffin was Michael.

Because of what happened, nobody blamed Harry for not being able to pick himself back up and plaster a fake smile for concert after concert. Pink Nemesis breaking up was the last thing he wanted, but he had been the first one to suggest the idea. The rest of the members put up little resistance. After six years of constant albums and world tours, they were drained. And now, everyone who had been a part of the band was almost unrecognizable.

While one member returned to a life of working 9-5 and going to church on Sundays, another went solo almost immediately and crashed and burned. The third stayed somewhere in the middle of it all, collaborating with other artists here and there while also settling down with his soon-to-be wife. Then there was Harry.

After Michael, his only comforts were his guitar and bottles of alcohol. I can still remember all the countless times I tried to pull him out of it. Still hear me screaming at him to look at me. Still feel myself walking away from him when he probably needed it most.

As for me, I expected myself to be far from where I am now. After our breakup, I thought I would be out partying with friends until the sun came up.

I thought I would flirt with guys without a care in the world.

Hell, I even thought maybe I’d find a new fling.

But most importantly of all, I thought I’d learn to fall in love with being alive again.

But I hadn’t done any of that. Instead, I laid in my room crying my heart out when I thought of the fact that Harry and I were over. I remained jobless for over a month just so I could stay home doing nothing all day. I ignored my friends, my family, and the voice telling me that leaving Harry was a mistake.

All of these things had led to this moment. Stepping off the plane and into Alex’s awaiting arms, who is ready to wipe away the tears the moment they fall. I take advantage of the moment of peace being close to him, knowing that all hell would break loose the moment I saw Harry again.

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[tetradic-echinoidea]

It makes me sad that so much of the creative community on social media has succumbed into this petty squable about what kind of engagement is worthwile and how creators aren't content machines (which is true! but!) and how they're all going to leave if people don't start giving their energy to these creators in a specific way... like, girl. You know that's extremely toxic, right? You know that your followers and their followers aren't engagement machines only there to spread validation and help all artists grow an audience? That it's not ANY individual's job to build an audience for YOU??

If you've looked at social media these days, literally everything and everyone is screaming for our attention all the fucking time! Hey you're not engaging with the news enough, or in the correct way, or hey you didn't give a statement about this or that or you're not supporting artists and creators, because you are only liking things, which doesn't "do anything". By the way buy this product! Help these hundreds of people fundraising for money, why do you not reblog their posts?! Why aren't you caring enough?? Wow, you only liked this post again? Why aren't you helping these people??

Like. I'm sorry to say but as much as social media and the internet connects us, everyone has the right to determine the level of connection they want to have with you. Creators don't owe content to anyone, but no one fundementally owes them their energy and time (or space on their blog!) either.

Staking the existence of your creative pursuits on strangers, without their knowledge, is doomed to fail. A random person seeing your post and liking it has no clue you have set them an expectation of "helping you build your audience". They are primarily engaging with your work in a way that is comfortable and natural for them - whether or not that is through a simple like, reblog or a comment/ask. It might also reflect on how much they liked the thing they saw - or maybe they want to check it out later, who knows. It doesn't really matter. It does everyone a disservice assuming the worst of people who don't engage in the way you decided is correct and worthwile. You can't force people to be moved by your work, or to want to show it to other people. If they don't they don't. They aren't doing anything wrong by engaging with the things they truly love and care about, and not engaging with things that they do not want to engage with.

Sitting there seething that the people walking by aren't stopping to talk to you isn't gonna make those people wanna stop and talk to you. They don't fucking know or care that you want something specific from them in return for putting yourself out there on a website out of your own volition.

The unfortunate thing about creating art is that it is sometimes very lonely, and difficult. But there are things you can do to alleviate that without putting unfair and toxic expectations on total strangers. At some point you have to just realize, that to get the sort of engagement and conversation you want you need to go somewhere and ask for that. Whether it be your friends, mutuals, people you share fandoms with, or asking a more experienced creator for feedback. Finding groups where everyone wants to share and receive feedback.

I reblog things from my friends, and things that really speak to me or that I have something to say about, because that's what I want to be doing on my little blog. I wanna support the artists I wanna support! It doesn't mean I don't want the art I don't reblog to succeed, but no one can give their time and space to everything and anything they see. Give it to the things you like! Give it to the things you authentically want to give it to! I don't know about you guys but I would rather have 1 reblog by a person who really fucking loved something I did rather than 10 reblogs by people who reblog everything they come across out of some sense of duty.

Also, I am just asking - if the point of reblogs is to spread the work of an artist how the hell is a "dump side blog" with likely no followers going to do anything?? Anyway, sorry to the 5 non-bot and non-dead followers I have, I just needed to have another 0 note rant on the tungle because this shit irritates me to the nth degree. Truly social media's idea about helping and community is so fucked and full of toxic entitlement. Ideally a community is a place where people help each other, but social media is like. million little disjointed islands of semi-communities and constant flow of strangers between them. It really is not the ideal place for that deep sense of belonging.

[drowninginthoughts27]

2/9 Piercing Word Count: 725

(mcd, somewhat canon compliant, very brief mentions of child abuse) @jegulus-microfic

A blood curtailing scream pierces through the silence of the night.

Then the choked out sobs start.

“Regulus! Get out here!” Sirius cry’s, struggling to catch his breath.

Regulus springs upright in response. Bolting from his room into the center of the apartment. There Sirius sits at the dining room table, head in his hands. His body shaking with the force of his own sobs.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” Regulus asks. He’s now crouched down next to Sirius at the table in an attempt to get Sirius to look at him.

“Sirius, look at me! What’s wrong?” Regulus says, a worried look setting across his face. “Do I need to leave? Is me hiding here putting you in any more danger?”

Since the start of the war their worlds have been falling down around them. But Sirius usually doesn’t have much of a visible reaction to it all. Neither does Regulus. Both of them are so used to shutting down their emotions starting at an early age. There was no other way to survive that prison of a house. But especially since Regulus had faked his own death and ran to Sirius they had been rather closed off around one another.

Finally Sirius looks up. Blinking through his tears. Eyeliner running down his face leaving black streaks, fear deep in his gray-blue eyes. The same fear that now most likely reflects back in Regulus’.

“They’re dead!” Sirius cry’s out between shaky breaths.

“Shh, shh, whose de-“ just then Regulus sees what Sirius is holding. A now crumpled piece of parchment. The ink bleeding over the page from Sirius’ tears.

2 simple 5 word sentences. Both with enough power to pierce through Regulus’ soul.

James and Lily are dead. Harry’s the boy who lived. It says in a rushed script. The reality of the situation pierced through him. No further explanations or instructions. But nothing else put on that page could have stopped the ringing Regulus now hears in his own ears. The world spinning around him, vision going in and out- blurring at the edges. Stars filling his field of view.

Memories flood through him of him and James’ short time together.

How he used to hate James under the false pretenses that has stolen Sirius’ attention and affection from him.

How in his 4th year hating James became harder and harder to do. He fought against his growing crush by throwing harsher and harsher comments James’ way. And how apparently that just made James want to be around him and annoy him more and more.

How, one day in Regulus’ 5th year James had followed Regulus up to the astronomy tower with the stupid ‘Marauders Map’ in hand. And James had professed his mutual affection to Regulus. And how there they had had their first kiss under the stars.

How, almost 1 month later Regulus had first said ‘I Love You’ and James had responded with an equally meaningful ‘I Love You’. Holding each other in their arms.

How sitting side by side in the room of requirements they had planned out their entire lives together. Picket fence and all for after the war was over.

And how Regulus had come back to school after winter holidays his 6th year covered in injuryies of varying severity. Which had prompted James to beg Regulus to escape. To come live with him and Sirius. To which Regulus responded by pulling up his left sleeve. Revealing a black slithering tattoo that altered both of their lives forever.

James had since turned his back on Regulus. Leaving him behind, never speaking to one another again. Causing James to find a joy filled life with his childhood crush Lily.

Somewhere in the chaos of his own mind he thinks he hears the door swing open. Feels his own legs give way beneath him. Yelling starts, hexes flying around the apartment, the loud noises of things falling and breaking. Maybe even more wrenching sobs of Sirius’ begging. But Regulus can’t be bothered to care. Because James is dead. His James is dead. And he died thinking Regulus was dead as well. Most likely he died still thinking Regulus was a cruel and evil death eater as well. And there was nothing Regulus could do about it. Nothing he could do to stop the piercing pain of his reality.

[jontheredrc]

one funny thing about imagining my OCs in Yu-Gi-Oh is that I can have an AU for my AU because of how ARC-V works...so somewhere out there in a parallel universe is a Lyla Brangwyn out here who’s a vigilante from the Xyz Dimension, clad in sports gear as a form of improvised armor

she’d much rather break people’s ribs with her baseball bat than duel them, but if she must play a card game, it will doubtlessly be alongside an underdog ace monster of her own, “Ultimate Baseball Kid”

Ultimate Baseball Kid FIRE . Level 3 [ Warrior / Effect ] This card gains 1000 ATK for each face-up FIRE monster on the field, except this card. You can send 1 other face-up FIRE monster you control to the Graveyard; inflict 500 damage to your opponent. ATK / 500  .  DEF / 1000

this Lyla is the daughter of a single dad working at a steel mill, much like the Standard Dimension’s Lyla...only Xyz!Lyla’s dad dies in a boiler explosion

she barely has time to process her grief or, like, where she’s gonna go from here before the Fusion Dimension begins their invasion of the Xyz Dimension--so not only is she alone and adrift in sadness, but everyone’s telling her there’s more important things to worry about, and they have to get steel mill production up and running ASAP (and some are pushing to move so quickly that they can’t even do any, like, safety work to ensure there isn’t another explosion), and can’t you just forget about your dad already?

of course she fucking can’t!! so instead, Lyla becomes an enemy of just about everyone! of course she won’t bend the knee to the oppressive armies of the Fusion Dimension, but she’s also angry at the forces of her home dimension as they go to such lengths to fight back! and she’s angry at the ragtag Resistance for, uh, the sense of self-preservation that halts them from striking at high-profile targets! (this Lyla calls it “cowardice” because she gets to be a little fucked up, as a treat!)

Lyla drops out of school and takes to the streets with few possessions to lash out at everyone--again, usually physically, but if she’s dragged into a duel, she puts all her hopes on a card she found among her dad’s old things--”if I can’t win with Ultimate Baseball Kid, I would rather lose!”

she doesn’t even Xyz Summon, which is kinda whack for someone from the Xyz Dimension--instead, she leans on the sheer potential power of Ultimate Baseball Kid, usually by summoning multiple Solar Flare Dragons (they in turn can prevent themselves from being attacked with their own effect, leaving opponents staring down the bat of a powered-up UBK as the only valid target...and if UBK fails, Lyla begins to burn everything via the dragons’ Effect Damage and other sources such as Burning Land, probably while screaming about how you’re the one who wanted this stupid duel and why are you so horrified by my ferocity when you’re the one who pushed me to this point? and I don’t want any of this! I never did!)

if Xyz!Lyla cannot live in peace, she would rather die...and if humanity cannot live together in harmony, she’d rather they achieve mutual destruction! but hey, instead of sealing people inside cards in some fucked-up magic ritual, she’s just hospitalizing them, and her heart is still ultimately in the right place--maybe if she can make some friends or at least find a point in her life where she can take a break and process her unbearable sadness at just how much has gone to shit around her all at once, she can maybe be a little less feral someday, and come to use another card the Standard Dimension Lyla uses a lot, United We Stand

[nefariouscryptid]

Regarding the Valentinos, I was always curious about how did they actually meet? For the first time I mean. How did things develop among themselves and why exactly them? Weren't there any other alternatives ever in their lives? Did they have any serious past relationships before their throuple?

Highschool! They’re highschool sweethearts, but they met their junior year ish. Started with Brian actually being friends with both Plethora and Cassandra, then introducing them. All of them were very unpopular in school, Brian is this tall antisocial violent kid who everyone thought was going to shoot up the school, Cassandra ended up being heavily bullied and ostracized after everyone found out that her dad is dating his own brother, and Plethora was just deemed as this masculine lesbian which in Texas in the 90s is dangerous (plus racism). So they all just banded together due to mutual interests and hatred for society.

Brian was actually dating someone while they were all friends and his girlfriend was a dick. Cassandra and Plethora HATED her. She was regularly borderline abusive, pushy for PDA and these large proclamations of love (which for Brian at the time was very unnatural since he was way more introverted and deadpan) and was very nit picky and kept calling him a pussy if he didn’t defend her and get mad like all the other girls boyfriends did. He was miserable but just figured that this is what’s normal. He knew early on that he loved both Cassandra and Plethora but it broke him cause the chances of them loving him back, much less having both of them for himself was slim.

Brian and Cassandra were the first people Plethora came out to. Once again this was the 90s so discussion of being trans was very minimal and misunderstood. Brian just thought that Plethora was a lesbian and was upset, meanwhile Cassandra was rethinking her whole identity. He explained it more, which was more just explaining how he felt with no filter, and then they understood what he was trying to say. They’re not perfect they didn’t get it at first but to both of them they’re like “yeah why not. You look like a dude anyway.” Plus as time goes on they just see him as a guy regardless of what people say.

“Would you of hated me if I was a lesbian?”

“No I was upset cause I thought my chance with you was over. Turns out you are a guy and I’m very bisexual.”

“And I would of just accepted I liked a woman and became a lesbian for you. Or bi… whatever would of swooned you the most.”

Cassandra would literally sneak out almost every night to their houses (Brian’s was easier) and hang out with them. She’d get ballsy and cuddle with them or say shit like “ugh I wish you were my boyfriend…” which made Plethora and Brian nearly die. They were her escape and somewhere she felt completely safe and hidden with.

So now you have three people who are all in love with each other and they are getting mutually pissed off at each other for the constant “mixed signals”. One argument later and they all realize oh shit we ALL LIKE EACH OTHER?! You’d think they’d all be ecstatic, which they were, but now they’re confused on where to go. Plethora is terrified of people finding out cause he’s already got the walking target of being Trans on him, Cassandra is scared because she’s already been mocked for her dad having a gross relationship and she doesn’t want to be compared to him, and Brian still has his girlfriend. But ultimately it was actually Cassandras idea to just be a throuple. Which was unheard of back then. And everyone agreed.

Brian never officially dumped his girlfriend so she screamed at him in public once she found out, which just lead to Cassandra fighting her and breaking her nose. And then it was the three of them, an unstoppable force who no longer gave a shit about what people think. They didn’t want to work for society and they wanted to get rich and live a perfect life together. Which lead them to where they are now.

Communication for them was easy from the start since they’re all just really open books. But obviously like every single relationship in existence people have tendencies to keep secrets out of fear or just don’t know how to talk to people. But for a relationship to work they get over it and talk and be there for each other. So that’s why they have such a strong foundation and are willing to literally murder people for each other if necessary

[rosicheeks]

😑

[personasintro]

bruhhhhh what about a drabble in which y/n is a little TOO drunk and jimin and tae cant handle her after they brought her back to her apartment so jk the mf king comes to beat her ass 🥊🥊🥊 ( and he is like able to shush her and shes intimidated by him ) 😏✨🤭

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

word count: 1.9k+

a/n: I hope you’re enjoying these!! please let me know what you think about it and if I should write more of them x

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You’re not the one to usually get fucked up.

With friends like Taehyung and Jimin, you’re usually the one looking after them and calling them a cab so they get home safely. They’re the wild ones that love to party, talk to other women and spend the night making out with them, if not inviting them to their apartments for a casual hook-up.

So, when the time comes and you tell yourself to “fuck it” because you’ve to loosen up and release all the tension from your new job and the responsibility that comes with it, you’re the one that needs to be taken care of.

However, even though you’ve planned to drink a little more tonight than you usually do, you haven’t planned to get fucked up at one of those nights where Taehyung insisted on going to a club. Again.

To be honest, you’re not sure what he likes about clubbing that much. You don’t like it but you go, because it’s always fun with your friends. But there are other factors that make you literally go “nooo” when someone proposes to go clubbing. Like all the people, sweaty people, that don’t know anything about personal space. Some of them probably carry perfumes, most of them being women because you could always smell the mix of different perfumes whenever you’d enter the restroom. It’s not a nice smell though. It makes you vomit and especially when you’ve had enough.

Not mentioning all the intrusive guys who are drunk and just looking for a vagina they could fuck.

It sounds as if you’re going clubbing often, but you’re not. If it weren’t for your friends, you’d barely go clubbing because you’re not the type to want that on your own. It’s not usually your idea to go, if ever. But everything seems fun with your friends and honestly, you feel comfortable enough to go with them.

Friends, who probably find you very difficult and annoying at the moment as they’re trying to make you sit on the small bench in your corridor.

“I hate clubbing,” you mutter drunkenly at them, laughing when Taehyung gets on his knees in front of you and tries to grab your ankles to take off your heels.

“We know, you tell us that every time you get wasted.” Taehyung mutters, ignoring the way your mouth falls open in disbelief.

“Taehyungie,” Jimin scolds him, getting on his knees as well to help Taehyung who seems to have trouble with taking off your heels.

Giggling through the entire time, you’re suddenly reminded of something when you look at the two men in front of you, seeing nothing but the top of their heads. “I got two men on their knees.”

Taehyung looks up, cocking his brow at you and finding you extremely annoying as you’re laughing to the point your shoulders shake. Jimin chuckles, nudging Taehyung with his shoulder as he breaks out a grin before they finally get your heels off.

“Kook, we’re taking her to the bedroom!” Jimin calls out to Jungkook who must be somewhere in your apartment. You can’t remember where he went.

“Oooh, sounds… exciting boys!” you joke, your voice resounding in your apartment.

Jungkook chuckles at that, currently in your kitchen preparing you a glass of water and pulling out painkillers from one of the cabinets. You’ll need it for sure. There’s a lot of commotion coming out of your room, something about taking off your make-up which makes Taehyung groan loudly. Jungkook doesn’t fight off the amused grin, only because now Taehyung finally understands how annoying he’s being when he’s drunk. Or at least he hopes he understands.

Jungkook pulls a coke out of your fridge and pours some for himself and for the guys, knowing they’ll have to wait until you fall asleep so they can go. Honestly, Jungkook wonders if one of them should spend the night just in case you get sick. Which you probably will because he hasn’t seen you this drunk in a while. You mentioned something about work when you first entered the club and had your first drink. However, Jungkook wonders if the problem lies somewhere else and that is Heaven. Or whatever his name is.

You’ve been dating for a while and it’s been only over two weeks since you mentioned the relationship isn’t what it used to be. He can smell a break-up in the air and he wonders if you got drunk because it either already happened or you know it will. Maybe he’s just overthinking this. Maybe you just wanted to have fun and get fucked up like Taehyung and Jimin do on a daily basis.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung suddenly yells, the door being opened before they’re loudly shut, Jimin’s soft but loud voice heard for a second.

Jungkook straightens up, ready to make a way over there but before he can move, Taehyung already storms into the kitchen. Face read and annoyed as he looks out of breath, as if he was fighting off a—

“Demon,” Taehyung breathes out, “Y/N is a freaking demon when she’s drunk.”

Jungkook laughs, “She’s just drunk, Tae.”

“Yeah, and she just slapped me for apparently pressing her eyes too harshly when I tried to take off her make-up because she can’t go to sleep without taking it off. God, that woman is a nightmare when she’s drunk!”

“It’s not like you’re a dream when you’re drunk,” Jungkook murmurs, earning a huge glare from Taehyung who keeps his mouth shut because deep down, he knows he’s just as bad.

“Go there! She’s your responsibility right now!” Taehyung exclaims loudly as Jungkook rolls his eyes and puts his body to a move as he brushes past Taehyung.

He barely gets to hold the doorknob before the door is being pushed open again and exhausted Jimin makes eye contact with him. “Great, you’re here!”

Jimin is out of the room and quickly joins Taehyung in the kitchen. Bastards…

Jungkook warily makes it into your room, looking around and barely noticing the flying pillow aimed at him. He catches it at the last minute, frowning at you as you’re standing at the corner of your room next to your closet, still wearing the dress that you wore to the club.

“What was that for?” Jungkook exclaims, watching you drunkenly and messily walk towards your bed before you take another pillow. Before Jungkook knows it, it’s thrown in his direction all over again and he catches it effortlessly and stomps his way over to you.

You’re screaming as if he’s about to kill you, trying to get away from him by jumping onto your bed and getting off the other side.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook asks, trying to get you from the other side but for a drunk person, you’re quick and make it out of your bed while standing in the middle of the room.

Jungkook stands there, watching you with narrow eyes for a moment. You do the same thing, stumbling a little. Jungkook uses the moment of surprise and he rushes over to you, not giving you any time to react and even when you try to, he gets a hold of you.

“What the fuck,” Jungkook groans when you trash in his arms, “Calm down, you need to get to bed. You’re going to hurt yourself, you damn woman.”

“No!” you whine, gasping when Jungkook lifts you up while his arms are wrapped around your waist, tossing you to the bed.

“Stop it,” he scolds you in a warning, pointing his finger at you which makes you slouch your shoulders in defeat. “What’s the matter?”

“I wanna go clubbing!” you pout, slapping your hands beside your sides like a bratty kid which makes Jungkook roll his eyes at your behavior.

He hears Jimin and Taehyung peeking out behind the door, watching the scene in front of them with curious and amused eyes. Jungkook glares at them but they just grin at them, silently telling him “See?”.

“You’re acting like a brat, Y/N,” Jungkook comments, sitting on the edge of your bed as you dramatically gasp. “And you’re drunk. You wanted to go home just a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah?” you ask, holding your head high as you’re fighting off the pout again. “Well, I wanna go back. I changed my mind.”

“You can’t just change your mind,” Jungkook shakes his head, “You’re already home.”

“You’re no fun,” you comment, tossing yourself on the back as you stare at the ceiling. “I don’t wanna be alone here.” you almost whisper, not really sure why you just admitted that all of a sudden.

Just a minute ago you were having fun and wanted nothing but be alone.

“We could stay here…” Jungkook reminds you softly. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Can you? I think I’m gonna throw up once I fall asleep.” you admit, causing Jungkook to laugh a little. You sound so innocent and child-like. If you weren’t wearing that tight dress, he would actually believe you’re a kid for a moment.

“How about you change your clothes and put some pajamas on? We’re gonna set the couch and stay the night.”

“You’re not gonna fit there!” you whine, “Can you stay here with me?”

It wouldn’t be the first time you guys share a bed, but ever since you started dating Haechan there weren’t many opportunities to do that, nor were you looking for those opportunities. You’re not sure how he’d like that and just out of respect, you and Jungkook mutually understood you should tone it down even though nothing ever happens. You’re friends.

“You sure?” he asks, raising his brow. You might be wasted but you can still think logically, which couldn’t be said five minutes ago.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly, “Can you rub my back though?”

Jungkook laughs, Jimin and Taehyung join too who are still watching the two of you and how easily Jungkook has handled you. “Deal, but be in bed in your pajamas once I come back. Or no back rubbing.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Y/N!” Jungkook screeches, standing up as he looks at you in annoyance. You’re such a brat, you know he hates being called that and you’re still teasing and annoying him even in your current state.

Taehyung cackles and Jimin joins too, not being able to hold it any longer as Jungkook rushes them out of the door to give you the privacy. Once Jungkook makes it to your room to check on you, you’re patiently waiting for him and his back rubs patting the spot next to you. God, he thought you’d fall asleep.

But he joins you, rubbing your back just like he promised until you fall asleep so he can take a shower. Jimin and Taehyung are already sprawled on your couch, talking a bit before they fall asleep too. And when you wake up in the middle of the night, Jungkook holds the bucket for you until you fall asleep again, silently apologizing.

The next morning, Taehyung doesn’t forget to remind you what a pain in the ass you were which causes Jimin to scold him while Jungkook glares at his older friend. But you easily tell him to fuck off, reminding him all of the times he was the one being annoying and a pain in the ass.

Jungkook doesn’t fight off the grin he gives you. You can take care of yourself, maybe not entirely when you’re wasted but you can easily handle Kim Taehyung.

[minamagnolia]

Misconnected - Stiles x reader

Summary: You thought you had sent the thirsty message to your friend but instead the person you were thirsting after, Stiles Stilinski, was the receiver of the message.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, phone sex, mutual masturbation, let me know if you find anything else, minors DNI

AO3 link (oh my god I figured out how to do that!)

masterlist

A/N: I truly don't know what came over me lol

Word count: 3694

Part 2

You stared at your phone in horror.

First, at the name and then at the text you had just hit 'send' on. You were going to have to go the full nine - new name, new town, new identity.

The check marks were still gray but you couldn't know if he had seen it when it lit up his screen or not. And even if he hadn't seen it yet, he would, eventually. You started to sweat. And fidget. Was your heart rate still non-threatening or should you get checked?

You jumped off your bed needing to get away from your phone, beginning to pace back and forth in your dorm with quick steps. It didn't take long before you heard the dreaded ping of your cell - Stiles had never been good at being away from his phone for long anyway. The fact that he had just texted you while you were trying to open the chat with Allison making his chat appear on top of the list without you noticing made you want to throw your phone out of the window and move into a secluded hut somewhere up the mountains. Or at least you'd probably never let something like this happen again.

You couldn't look at it.

He had seen it.

You picked up your basket and left the room, closing the door quietly behind you and waiting for the automatic light to illuminate the hallway. You quietly walked downstairs trying to not wake up anybody with a light sleep and entered the dingy washroom in the basement of your college hall to put a load of your clothes in the wash. Even once the laundry was in the machine and you'd turned it on, you didn't have any more courage to look at Stiles' reply. You grew more anxious by the second. There was no use. He had seen your stupid text and he had replied to it, probably.

So you sighed and walked back up to your room, sitting down on your bed and picking up your phone. You were still not able to unlock it, your heart hammering in your chest. You felt sick.

Even just thinking about what you had accidentally typed up and sent Stiles made you want to scream and leave the country. Literally. If you weren't picky, maybe you'd have enough money for a ticket.

You: No offense but half of the time we hang out, I want Stiles to fucking pound me into the mattress

The idea of seeing blue ticks next to this message made you want to hurl. You've ruined everything, your dignity and even worse, your years-long friendship with Stiles.

Your fingers were shaking as you debate whether or not you actually wanted to turn on the screen or simply pretend none of this ever happened for the rest of your life. It's not like you had anybody but yourself to blame, though.

Maybe it hadn't even been Stiles who had texted you, you had been in a conversation with Allie at the same time anyway. But you didn't know if that would be better or worse. You figured, though, that it was probably worst if he saw your message and then decided to ignore it completely.

Yes, worst of all would be the view of just the blue check marks and the little 'read' underneath, no message, you decided.

You took a deep breath and with a pounding heart you let the screen light illuminate your face.

Stiles: No offense taken.

You wanted to scream.

What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Did he always put periods at the end of his texts? This had not helped you be calmer at all. He wasn't even using any emojis for fuck's sake.

You: Oh?

You felt a little stupid immediately after hitting send. This was about the dumbest thing you could have responded with, but you truly didn't know what else to say without further incriminating yourself and accidentally revealing your feelings for one of your closest friends.

The bubbles on Stiles' side of the conversation popped up and you calmly laid your phone back down onto the bed, your stomach dropping.

But you couldn't keep your eyes away anymore.

Stiles: I'm guessing that message wasn't for me but I didn't mind reading it

Your eyebrows shot up. No way was he okay with this. Stiles had been awkward in high school about anything to do with girls, eager, sure, but fumbling about himself. So he either didn't reciprocate your sentiments or was a lot smoother than you had thought. This could not be what you thought it was though, right? If this was what you thought it was, then why hadn't he ever said anything?

Your heart was pounding and you breathed shallowly. You were nervous as you typed your next response.

You: Yeah? You want to fuck me into the mattress?

NO.

What the fuck kind of response was that? But before you could erase it your thumb had already hit the send button automatically and you'd decided that tomorrow you were going to change schools. Maybe you should think about getting institutionalized, there was clearly something wrong with you if you thought that that was an appropriate thing to send to your friend who you had a not so small crush on in the middle of the night.

He wasn't even here right now, he was back in Beacon Hills for the weekend. Perfect time to quietly fake your own death and leave.

You started to pace up and down in your room again. Hopefully you weren't annoying whoever had the displeasure of living in the dorm on the floor below yours.

And then his face appeared large on your phone screen along with the options to "accept" and "decline" the FaceTime call.

Your breath stuck in your throat as your heart rate picked up. You couldn't not answer, he knew you were awake and on your phone. And you weren't a coward, you reminded yourself, despite the thoughts you'd had about running away.

You had not expected him to actually FaceTime you. You were way too chicken to flirt with him in real life, what made him think you'd be able to talk face to face with him after sending him that message?

And, oh god, this was Stiles.

What if you'd fuck anything up with him? No matter anything romantic, you couldn't afford to lose his friendship by any means. What if it was already too late?

You swallowed, and then, with shaky hands, you pressed the green button to answer the call.

"Hi," he said once you could see his face. He was wearing a Star Wars shirt and his hair was even more unruly than usual, he had probably been close to going to sleep. He looked incredibly handsome and you pressed your lips together at the sigh of his pretty face. His expression was unreadable, which was not usually the case, so something was definitely not right, and it was probably you.

"Hi," you replied with a shaky voice before quickly adding, "please tell me we're still friends, we'll still be friends, right? I'm so sorry."

"Wow, Y/N," he said. "Calm down. We're good," he reassured you, "In whatever way we see fit, but it'll be fine."

You breathed out and let your shoulders fall, feeling now how much tension you had held in them. His words still didn't give you one hundred percent security that truly nothing was going to negatively impact the relationship the two of you had, but his sincerity promised that at least Stiles didn't want it to.

"I'm not actually sure why I called you," Stiles mused, "maybe this was a bad idea."

You were kind of relieved. He had sounded slightly abrasive in the texts but knowing that he wasn't so sure about this situation either was a calming thought.

"Hey, no wait," you said and before you could think about it twice, you added, "I'm glad you called." And you were.

"Yeah?" he asked, his face lighting up, and you nodded reassuringly.

"So, who was the message actually for?" he asked tentatively but his lips were graced with a smirk.

Well. There it was. The one million dollar topic breaching question.

"It was for Allie. I should have really checked the name again before typing that Sti, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Sure, his tone had sounded flirty adjacent through the texts you'd exchanged but that didn't mean that your feelings and sentiments were reciprocated.

His voice sounded slightly raspier through the speaker but his face was still unreadable when he replied, "You really didn't." He paused. "No, I," he said and something clattered to the floor in the background as I saw him move, "I've been feeling the same way."

Your eyes shot back to his honey colored ones. You laughed, "What you want to fuck me into the mattress?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, "Well, if you phrase it like that, then, yeah."

You breathed out in relief, "Good. We're on the same page, then."

"Are we? I don't just," Stiles' eyebrows raised slightly, "Want that. I want the whole deal."

A smile formed on your lips as you readjusted your phone on your desk so you could sit on your dorm bed comfortably. "Yes," you nodded, "I've liked you for years, Stiles. I can't believe you didn't pick up on it at all."

"Sorry if I assumed it was just wishful thinking," Stiles sasses back with a smirk on his lips. His voice sounded a little quieter through the speaker as he added, "so, would you like to go out for dinner next week sometime?"

"I would like that," you nodded with a bright smile and picked up your phone assuming this was going to be the end of the phone call.

"Wait, is that my shirt?"

You swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Looks good on you," he prompted and you began to try to explain yourself.

"You forgot it at my dorm last week when you spilled ramen and I -" you rambled.

"It's fine, I mean it. You look incredible. You should keep it."

You thought on it for a second. "Won't smell like you anymore at some point," you mumbled and Stiles laughed.

Your eyes explored the handsome features of his face that you should already be more than familiar with at this point and you admired the soft smile on Stiles' lips when a new idea formed in your head. You weren't exactly ready to end the call yet.

"You're in your room, right?"

"Yeah, I'm at my dad's. He's at the Sheriff's Station tonight," he confirmed.

You positioned the phone back on the desk in front of you, angled less toward the ceiling and more toward you this time.

"Would you," you made sure your shirt-clad body was visible to him, "want to see what's underneath your shirt?"

Stiles' eyebrows shot up and he nodded frantically, "only if you want to. I don't want t o pressure you into anything or anything, you know, because you sent that message," he rambled, "and I don't want you to think that's all I want, honestly if we never did anything that would be fine, too -" He prattled on but you just shook your head chuckling softly.

Your hands had been at the seams of his shirt before he'd even begun to speak. "It's alright, Stiles. I really want to."

Stiles swallowed as you slowly began to reveal more and more skin. His breath hitched as you'd pulled the shirt up enough to reveal the beginnings of the swell of your breasts and you smiled to yourself proudly when you followed how Stiles' eyes hungrily moved over your exposed skin.

He quietly whispered "holy shit," more to himself than to you when you'd finally pulled the shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest. "Please never wear clothes again," he breathed and you laughed.

"Bet you'd like to see me like this in person," you teased.

"You have no idea. I would do anything to be able to touch you right now."

You smiled at him and his words gave you enough confidence to slip off your sleep shorts as well, leaving you only in your panties.

Stiles' eyes rolled back and he bit his lower lip lightly as he sat back against a gray pillow you recognized as the one on his bed. "Touch yourself for me, Y/N," his voice sounded hoarse to your ears.

"You too," you whispered back with bright eyes. Your fingertips began to tentatively graze along your sides moving upward.

"Are you sure?" He asked sitting up straighter, "I know that the view through a phone camera isn't necessarily the nicest one -"

"Please," you whimpered as the pads of your thumbs caressed your already pebbled nipples.

"If you ask nicely, I'll do nearly anything," he groaned.

"Please take off your clothes, Sti," you replied. "For me?"

He complied quicker than you'd expected, rushed making the phone fall from it's propped up position, now only facing the ceiling, and you were sure you'd heard something loud fall to the floor.

When he faced the camera next time you were met with raised eyebrows and a naked chest.

He placed the phone in a way that gave you a full view of him, finally, and you realized he'd been a big fat liar. There was nothing unappealing about him, not even through a phone screen. You licked your lips hungrily as your eyes raked over his form. The years of Lacrosse had done him good and if you couldn't see him fidgeting nervously on his bed he might have looked similar to a Greek statue. Well, except for his cock. Stiles was, by all accounts, definitely bigger than any statue you had ever seen. Or any real life person.

His cock fell softly against his stomach as he leaned back against his pillow and you moaned, beginning to knead your tits, the visual you were getting enough to rile you up. Stiles' darkened eyes, nearly the color of unsweetened coffee by now, met yours again.

"You're so beautiful," you said, and with that sentence alone, most of the nervousness you had seen in his posture vanished.

"Have you ever thought about me before?" you asked and Stiles chuckled lightly.

"Only every single day," he said his hands curled up in fists by his sides.

You pushed your last piece of clothing hurriedly off your body, sat up and angled yourself on your small twin-sized bed in a way that allowed Stiles to see every bit of your body.

"What have you been thinking about, Stiles?" you asked, trying on your most seductive tone.

"You mean, like," he raised his eyebrows and you laughed.

"Yes, Stiles," you said smirking, "We're both naked, I am talking about your masturbation fantasies."

You could see him swallow hard, but he didn't look opposed to the idea of sharing, so you simply continued with what you had been doing before, knowing Stiles would like that.

Your hands roamed over your body again. You tried to catch Stiles' eye every now and then, as he began to ramble. "When I think about you like that, I usually, uh, think about," he swallowed, "bending you over your desk and taking you from behind, making you scream and beg for me." He paused looking at you and licked his lips, "Can you touch your clit for me?"

You nod frantically, the more confident and demanding tone in his voice turning you on even more and you sighed and begged, "Please, touch yourself, too, Sti. Please." Your hands wandered down to the soft flesh of your thighs, making sure Stiles could see the way your fingers caressed upwards.

"Stiles, I'm so wet for you," you moaned as your fingers swiped along your lips up to your swollen clit and he responded alike with a low groan. His big hands landed on his stomach right next to the tip of his cock glistening with precum. You'd always thought Stiles looked hot, but he was downright ethereal like this.

"Go on, Sti, what else do you want to do to me?" You asked, very aware of the fact that this time, it wasn't a hypothetical question but more one of anticipation. Just like him, you'd let him do nearly anything to you, knowing you were in good hands.

Stiles' hands moved to his pretty reddened cock now, tentatively moving his fingers along his length.

"When I have you bend over your desk," you could barely keep yourself from throwing your head back at the implications and he went on to heatedly say "your pretty little pussy on display for me and my cock buried deep inside of you, I want to grab your hair in my hands and hear you moan for me. I can just tell you'll like that kind of pain. I want you to beg for me, Y/N."

Desperately, the word "please," slipped past your lips. Two of your fingers slipped easily into your pussy and you sighed at the welcoming feeling. Your eyes met Stiles' who'd raised his eyebrows in warning and without either one of you saying anything else, you pulled your fingers back out and lifted the shining digits to your lips. You held eye contact with his usually honey-colored eyes and wrapped your lips around your fingers, moaning at your own taste more because Stiles was watching you so intently than because of the actual taste. Stiles' eyes rolled back into his head and he began to jerk his thick cock slowly.

"Would you like that, baby?" he asked with a rough voice, "me pulling your hair as I fuck into you so hard you can barely take it?"

"Please," you moaned again, bringing your fingers back to your pussy to rub your clit frantically.

"Can you be a good girl and fuck your fingers for me, too?" He asked. God, how did he already know how to push all of your buttons? You nodded wildly and you inserted your still spit-wet fingers back into your aching core working up a rhythm that matched the speed of the finger that was flicking quickly across your clit.

"Something else I like to imagine when I get off to the thought of you is how hot you look in your cute little dresses you wear to professor Stevens' lectures, I can barely concentrate when you sit next to me. I just want to slide my fingers up your pretty thighs and fingerfuck you right there whispering to you that you need to keep quiet while I get you off," he said and you could see his thumb rubbing across the slit of his swollen cockhead, the precum beading down and slowly collecting on his hand.

"Do you think you could handle it if I'd stroke you through your pants, then? If I rubbed you so you'd have to hide your big erection with your bag and I'd tell you to go to the bathroom so that I can go three minutes later, too? So that I could wrap my lips around your cock and take it all the way down my throat or so that you could fuck me in the good bathroom against the cold tiles? Knowing that the people sitting around us probably would know that we're fucking in the bathroom?"

You could feel how close you were, your body sweaty and your fingers quickly working yourself over, your walls starting to clamp down on your digits.

Stiles moaned louder than you could have ever imagined, daring you to match him and the pace he was setting as he quickly jerked his delicious length. "Everybody in that room would be jealous thinking about how I was the one allowed to touch you," Stiles rasped, "the one to be allowed to bite your nipples, eat you out, push my cock into you whenever I want. Bet they'd want to watch, too. And you'd like that wouldn't you? Making everybody see that you're my little slut? Letting everybody know that I can have you whenever, wherever I want?"

"Stiles, fuck," you moaned, "yes. I'm yours," you screamed out as your pussy clenched around your fingers, "I'm gonna cum," you let him know, desperation straining your voice.

"Me too," Stiles said, gripping his cock tighter, "I'm really close. God, you look so hot," he groaned, "I think I'd have to make you cum all night if I was there, you look so gorgeous and absolutely desperate for me."

You looked at him with pleading eyes, "please can I cum, Stiles?"

Stiles threw his head back, jerking his hips up into his fist as he nodded, "Yes, cum for me, Y/N," and the tight coil in your stomach snapped as you pressed your lips together in a nearly silent scream, trying your hardest to keep eye contact as you rocked your hips against your fingers which pressed against your sweetest spot deliciously.

Stiles' eyes rolled back into his head at the sight and he fucked his fist frantically as the moans of your name on his lips strained his voice. With one last powerful thrust, he cried out for you and spurts of his cum landed on his stomach and his hand making you want to go another round. Through the screen, you could see Stiles grab for a tissue box somewhere out of frame and slowly wiping off the cum and you wished you could lick it up instead as your body sunk into the mattress with exhaustion.

"Are you alright?" Stiles asked when he was done with cleaning and met your eyes again.

"Never been better," you replied panting.

"You should probably go pee soon, so you won't get a UTI," he told you and you shook your head chuckling. Of course he would make you fuck yourself through a camera for him but also make you go pee right after.

"Stiles," you breathed into the phone and heard him reply with an equally exhausted confirmation.

"Get back here quickly."

I feel like this could have a part two if anybody wanted it?

Thanks for reading, have a good day xx

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[jaeyong-sucker]

XIAOJUN • WATERSPORTS

⚠️WARNING⚠️

Read at your own risk.

WATERSPORTS

A kink that is also known as golden showers. This kink involves playing with urine, being peed on, or urinating on another person. 

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"What? Say that again?" You almost choked on your second shot of beer upon hearing Xiaojun's sudden confession. 

"I'm into watersports, Y/N." He looks down at his glass shyly, a bit afraid and embarrassed at what he just said and probably your next reaction. Though he said it in a whisper, you looked around and checked if there was anyone listening and thankfully, no one did. The rest of the people are drunk on their seats far away from the two of you seated in front of the bar counter. 

"How did you find out?" You asked before chugging your remaining beer and cuing the bartender for a refill while observantly waiting for Xiaojun's reply. His features are still the same, as if college was just yesterday. You and Xiaojun were friends with fuck buddies in your college days. You have to admit, those steamy nights you've had with him gave life to your boring university life. All those memories of him whimpering under your mercy and you riding him were definitely worth remembering, to which you mentally cursed yourself for not recording them or just taking a simple photo of. But what happened already happened. 

You mutually ended your being fuck buddies upon graduation and you've never contacted each other since then. To say you are surprised is such an understatement since Xiaojun just called you for a drink after almost five years of no contact to confess his newly found kink and some of his problems. A part of you thinks he's having feelings for you, but it's better to not yet assume since he's half drunk.

"Y/N? You there?" Xiaojun snaps his fingers in front of you.

"Sorry. Come again?" You blushed in embarrassment. 

"I thought my sex life with Lucy is plain boring so I looked up for some kinks we hopefully would enjoy. We tried out watersports but it ended badly." Xiaojun chugged the last of his beer. "Good thing she didn't break up with me." He finally looked at you with sorrowful eyes.

"That's crazy." You smirked before sipping your beer, leaving Xiaojun with a confused face. 

"You're the worst. Same Y/N five years ago." He scoffed and looked at you with disgust.

"Says the one who has been screaming my name non-stop when he rides my cock." You countered with a cocky grin.

"You're saying that as if you never begged for me to stop." He scoffed, making you both a chuckling mess as you reminisced how wild you both went before. Unbeknownst to you, he misses those moments and wants it back.

"You know what's crazier?" You spoke up after calming down from your nasty chuckles. You leaned closer to Xiaojun, now blushing at how close your faces are. "I'm into watersports, too."

"No. No way. How did you know?" He leaned back with wide eyes checking any signs of trickery on your face. 

"Easy." You pulled his head closer again and whispered seductively. "I always fantasized pissing on you." You lick your lips that were suddenly slammed by Xiaojun with his. It took you a minute to know what's going on before moving your head to kiss him back with the same passion he gives. You thought he forgot he has a girlfriend with the way he moves his mouth. You smirked at the thought of him finding in you the satisfaction he couldn't find in Lucy. Besides, why should he have Lucy when he could have you who enjoys the same kinks as his. You knew him longer than Lucy anyway.

Xiaojun messily fiddles with the waistband of your jeans. He desperately tugs at the buckle of your belt but gives up when you pull him closer. You removed his that are settled on your crotch and gave him a look you both know well. "Let's take this somewhere else, shall we? Junnie?" With that he swiftly jumps off the stool and drags you into the bar's bathroom which, luckily, is empty. Xiaojun pulls you down to connect your lips once again while you hastily strip both of you off your clothes. 

After kicking off his boxers, Xiaojun pressed his back against the cold wall of the bathroom. He hurriedly pushed you down so your head is on the same level as his crotch area. You internally chuckle at how desperate Xioajun can get. Same Xiaojun from five years before. He pants rapidly as you begin softly stroking his flaccid cock about to release the fluid he has been holding. You stroke his cock speedily, making him shoot out warm liquid all over your torso. The warm piss covered your whole front side and soaked your chest. 

You looked up to see Xiaojun a heaving mess, occasionally muttering out profanities on how good he felt after releasing. You didn't give him time to recover as you pulled him down to kneel and you stood in front of him. He looked at your cock with excitement and lined his face in front of it to be sure in receiving all of your fluids. It took a few pokes from Xiaojun to release your load on his face. He eagerly moves his face, making sure to cover every part of it with your warm piss. You can't deny how dirty he looks. He looks like a messy slut used by different men with the way he gives you a satisfied smirk. You liked it though. 

You pulled up Xiaojun for a heated kiss, not minding if you tasted each other's urine on each other's faces. You want each other at the moment and no one can stop you. He jumps up and wraps his legs around your waist while he has a firm grip on your shoulders. You instantly groped his plump ass cheeks and felt your now hard cock lining against his butt crack. Xiaojun can't soften his desperate whimpers as he rolls his hips, causing friction on his dick against your abs. He stares at you with lusty eyes, that reminded you of your past sessions, as you slam him down the counter. 

"You know, Y/N? I think I might consider breaking up with Lucy." He moans shamelessly as you suck on his sweaty neck.

"I'll make sure of that, my Junnie." You could only smirk in return. 

The night went well and you both had the sinful satisfaction you missed for five years.

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I didn't know this kink exists??!! Don't kink shame, everyone! Huge respect to all people regardless of any kinks they have. LOVE LOVE LOVE. 

- jaeyong_sucker ^~^

[bakubros-boo-thang]

Disrespected Devil

Wordcount: -4K

Lucifer x F!Reader

Summary: When you disrespect the demon king, Lucifer is forced to say goodbye to you.

Genre: Angst, smutt, slight fluff, but tbh just angst

A/N: So another first. Not only my first time writing for the Obey me fandom (I have a major Obey me brain rot), but also my first time writing angst and I felt depressed after finishing this (which I did a second ago). I love Diavolo, but I needed a reason for the goodbye to happen so even if his dad is the villain, he is the one to execute it... Hope you enjoy this story.

Warning: NSFW, mentioning of being paralyzed I guess.

‘’What’s with Luci today?’’ ‘’He looks more pissed of than usual…’’ ‘’He probably listened to classical music too long and forgot his homework.’’ ‘’Lucifer forgetting his homework will never happen, but if it did he would look like this.’’ Hearing all those whispers during dinner time is nothing new for you. Tonight is different though. You know why he’s mad and you know who’s the blame. But it’s not as if you don’t have a reason to be just as upset. As dinner slowly ends you know there is only a small gap to avoid a situation. ‘’Beel, how about we go bake something for later this evening?’’ You say, as you cling onto the huge redhead. You know that food is a trigger and you know that this is the way to hide from HIM. ‘’Alright, sounds delicious!’’ He doesn’t seem to notice the way you hold onto him for dear life and the same goes for the others. Clearly, they’ve gotten so used to you that it’s not even necessary to be by your side 24/7. It’s not as if they know tonight will be the last time they see you. It’s a small moment of weakness and you feel your heart clench by the thought of leaving those boys. It’s enough to make you lose your grip on Beel's arm. Enough to bend over, because it physically hurts to leave them behind and enough for Lucifer to finally notice you and come to your aid. ‘’Beel, I think she ate something wrong. No cake tonight, I will see her to her room.’’

And with that, he scoops you up and takes you upstairs. Of course, your room is not an option. It’s way too close to the other rooms. No place to yell. No, Lucifer’s room is soundproof. Made for his nights spent with loud classical music and also made for the occasional screaming match with one of his brothers. As he enters the room, he carefully puts you down on his bed. ‘’Are you feeling alright, Y/n?’’ He says as he lays his palm against your forehead. The feeling of sadness is gone, already replaced by nerves. You know what’s coming. You know you won’t hold back. Will this be your last fight with Lucifer? The question never makes it to the surface, because the moment you nod your head in ensurement, Lucifer opens his mouth. ‘’Good, because you have no idea how foolish you acted today.’’  As mentioned before this room reminds you of the occasional screaming matches he must’ve had with his brothers, but never with you. Pissing Lucifer off is easy. You’ve done that plenty of times. Even made him show his true form, but making him scream, that is something you never achieved. Still, it is worth the try. Tonight is your last chance. As you get up you take a look at his face. What faces you is the cold expression he usually shows when he’s done with someone’s bullshit. The expression you have already mirrored back to him. ‘’So you are going to ignore me?’’ I’m not going to answer him. ‘’Are you serious?’’ I am not going to say a word. ‘’Should I spell out what you did?’’ Don’t say a thing. ‘’You just signed your death certificate.’’ His voice cracks and even though it’s far from the scream you aimed for. It’s still the first sign of emotion from the man you care about so much. ‘’Diavolo didn’t seem upset by what I said?!’’ You can’t help but talk louder. especially after being silent for the past few minutes. ‘’ As if he is going to kill me? ME?! And ruin the bonds that are being formed with the humans?’’

You can feel the tears in your eyes, this fight might’ve been about you being disrespectful in some way, but for you it was different. All this time getting closer with all the brothers. All this time loving them. All this time being there for them. It made you realize that the only one who made it difficult was him. With every step getting closer to each other; there were always a few steps back. An obsession with keeping up appearance, an obsession over a promise he would keep no matter what, an obsession with being a stuck-up asshole; That was Lucifer in a nutshell for you. And still, you couldn’t help being drawn to him. As a moth drawn to a flame. Even when the flame could easily kill the moth. Just as easily Lucifer could kill you. And it’s not as if he hadn’t tried that before. ‘’Y/n, You disrespected his father. I had to bargain for you to even leave the castle. The first time I trusted you enough to take you with me alone. And this is how you behave? You know what he wanted to do to Belphegor…’’ You know this story is his weakness. The reason he ended up becoming the lapdog of his so-called best friend. Still, it only makes you more upset to hear him say it. Even when you can hear the slightest hint of emotion in his voice; his eyes stay just as cold as usual. ‘’He is your best friend, isn’t he? He is my friend too, right? You always do this Lucifer! You always get mad over things and it never solves anything. You get mad at me for having fun. You get mad at me for trying to help. You get mad at me for trying to get closer to you. You don’t share things with me! Maybe Diavolo should’ve locked me up. Might as well get myself killed; it’s not as if you never tried to kill me…’’ Your voice is loud as you speak, but his silence is louder. He just stares at you and then it happens.

It’s not that you’re scared you’ve seen his true form before. It’s just as beautiful as him, but it’s also something that happens when he’s full of rage, just as that one time he tried to kill you. You can feel yourself freeze under his gaze. You can feel yourself moving away from him until you reach the headboard of his bed. Still, he moves closer. Until his lips are inches away from your ears. No screams, only whispers; what a way to say goodbye. ‘’DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON?!’’ You are so shocked by the volume of his voice, the bass it carries, that it takes some time to realize he has more to say. Your ear is beeping as he moves his lips away and locks his gaze onto you. ‘’DIAVOLO IS NOT THE FUCKING PROBLEM, Y/N, HIS DAD IS. YOU INSULTED THE KING OF DEVILDOM IN FRONT OF HIS SON AND MULTIPLE WITNESSES. DIAVOLO CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT THAT.’’ Only now do you notice the way his hands are gripping your arms; The way his expression has changed from cold to almost desperate. ‘’That guy has only been able to do what his dad wanted. Our friendship is real, but if his father told him to kill me, he would do it without hesitation. Do you really think he would think twice about killing you? IF HE WOULD KILL ME -HIS BEST FRIEND- IN AN INSTANT?” You notice the tears in his eyes. Lucifer is screaming and crying, but this isn’t a win. Before your heart breaks again, his arms are around you and his face is hidden in your neck, but that doesn’t stop the words. ‘’I had to send you away. I had to be cold. They know I care about you, but not to this extent. I had to pretend it was for the sake of the bonds. After you left I had to beg on my knees for your survival. I had to beg. The avatar of pride begged someone on his knees. It was all Lillith over again…’’

There is nothing you can say to fix this. It might’ve slipped your mind while you were there. But you were surrounded by royalty. What might’ve seemed innocent for you, was clearly a lot for them and now you had to leave everyone you loved behind. You can feel the tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry Luci, I truly am.” It won’t help, but it’s the least you can say as you look up into his eyes. He is still in his true form, but even with his wings all spread out, he has never looked more vulnerable. There is a sad smile on his lips as he caresses your cheek. “I know you are, you fool.” He says with no trace of the rage he had before. “ I don't want to leave you all…I don't want to leave you!” You know that you sound like a small child that already knows he lost and that’s exactly what you feel like. “It’s too late for that now, Y/n. Diavolo gave me tonight to say my goodbyes.”  You try to distract yourself by focusing on his raven colored wings. “So that means I can’t say goodbye to the rest…”  The pain is back. Never being a fool with Mammon, never dressing up with Levi, doing make-up with Asmo, reading books with Satan, eating with Beel or sleeping with Belphie.  You can’t help but grab your chest again. “Are you okay?” Lucifer is supporting you within seconds as he asks the question. “No I’m not, but atleast I get to say goodbye to you.”  And as you look up he leans in and gives you a tiny peck on the lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time.” He lets out. You can’t help but smile as you pull him back towards you. “Let's make it a proper goodbye then.” You whisper as you pull him back to your lips.

It’s not like it’s your first kiss with Lucifer, but it’s the last and that’s what makes it so much more special. It’s the combination of mutual sadness and desperation, the hint of rage still brewing somewhere deep inside the both of you. He knows your body, the way it will arch when he pushes you all the way down onto the bed. The tiny gasps when he starts kissing your neck. The way you look away when he starts kissing all the way down your body. ‘’Please keep looking at me, dear. I want you to see how much I am going to miss you.’’ It’s enough to make your heart flutter, the way he starts to attack your core with his tongue right away. It’s obvious he is in a hurry, but even with all the sadness, it’s the best way there is. You can’t help your moans; You’re lucky his room is soundproof. He’s fast, maybe too fast, but with everything that’s going on, it’s the best you can get. And that’s what it is. The best, because within a few minutes you can feel yourself starting to reach that point. The knot in your stomach tightens. your hands end up in his hair and with one loud moan, you erupt around him.

‘’I know that Mammon claims he was your first… in multiple ways… and not to discredit my brother, but I intend to be your last in all of them.’’  He says as he looks at you while he licks his lips. Him saying those words, the way he just made you lose your mind. It feels good, after all the fighting, teasing, kisses and losses , you’re with the man you love. You don’t want to ruin the mood. You’re really trying, but the moment you hear yourself thinking about loving him, about leaving him, about leaving his brothers, you just break. The tears start to form in your eyes and as you try to wipe them away you feel something on your arms. Lucifer. His eyes are cold again as he moves up to face you. ‘’Don’t hide your tears. I am just as sad.’’ He takes a long look at you, lets out a sign, and lays next to you as he caresses your back. ‘’I don’t want to play the ‘’Who has it worse’’ game, truly, I don’t want to, but in all the years I’ve been in heaven and hell, you’re the first human to have ever make my blood boil. Both from nerves and anger nonetheless, but losing you. Losing the one that made my family whole, the one that makes me feel all these emotions, the one that I love, hurts.’’ You can’t help but raise your brow. when he notices your expression he lets out a laugh.

You feel his hand grab your chin and suddenly your lips are only inches apart. ‘’I know you love me, Y/n. I’ve always known. Falling for you, was what surprised me.’’ You can’t help, but roll your eyes at him. Trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your back. The way it slowly moves it’s way to your hips. ‘’You know I do love all your brothers quite a lot too…’’ You say with all the confidence you have left. ‘’I know you do, but still I am the one that has you laying here. Practically begging for more.’’ He let’s out a chuckle as he pulls you closer. ‘’Let’s end this conversation, there’s not enough time.’’ And with that he’s on top of you. You know there isn’t much time, but when he starts to unbotton his shirt it’s as if time slows down. Of course he notices your looks and can’t help to give you a sly smirk. ‘’Don’t worry your next.’’ Is all he says as he takes his shirt off and starts tugging on yours. After your shirt is taken off he takes a look at your body and all you see is adoration on his face. ‘’I want to see all of you.’’ It makes your body flutter. ‘’You’re absolutely breathtaking.’’ He whispers. All this praise makes you feel weak. You try to grab his face, but as you put your arms up they fall down. You feel weak. Not because of his words, but something else. You see Lucifers expression change, the adorations is switched to concern, then back to concentration and before you know it he scoops you in his arms and makes you straddle him.

He’s looking at you, but not really. Obviously talking to himself. ‘’He wanted to be sure…’’ And as he says it he’s back. Back to giving you a sad smile. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Is all you let out. Is all you can let out, as you feel your body weighing more and more. He notices you getting weaker, making sure your settled between him and the headboard of the bed, before he speaks again. ‘’I think it’s time… Barbatos must’ve cast a spell… something that gave us a time limit. The probably knew it would be hard saying my goodbyes to you. Now I’m forced to make haste, just to make sure you’re safe.’’ You can’t even respond. You can move, but barely and all you can do is watch as Lucifer grabs his shirt. As he moves away from you, you’re sure of it. No this is not the way we’re going to say our goodbyes. It needs to be on our terms. Of course those words never leave your lips, but with all the power you have you reach out to him and as he looks back you let out a: ‘’No...not like this.’’ And maybe it’s the few words you’ve spoken, or the way your arm is trembling from all the power it takes to hold on to him, but he crawls back to you. His face is right above yours and if it’s not your eyes making it obvious what you want, you’re mouth will do. ‘’Take me…’’ It’s not a lot of words, but with the face you’re making and the fact that you guys were just in the middle of it, it doesn’t take much guessing. You can see that he’s thinking about it, obviously worried for you, but you can see his eyes change the moment it clicks.

His wings ar still there and you wished you could touch them, feel them one last time, but you should be lucky by what you can still get.’’I used to be a rebel, so why not know.’’ He laughs quietly before he lays you flat on your back.  ‘’I’m going to take care of you my love, promise me to let me know when it’s too much or when you want to stop.’’ You nod your head and you know that your eyes tell him all he needs to know. How bad you want him, how even when you were able to just talk normally, you would want this goodbye to be said only in silence. His body is hovering over yours, his hand touching your neck, giving you goosebumps. ‘’Does this feel nice?’’ he whispers as his hands move towards your breasts. You can only let out a tiny gasp and that tells him enough. ‘’I wish we had more time…’’ Is all he says as his finger enters your core. The moan that escapes you is loader then the both of you would’ve expected. As he continues to stretch you out with one hand, his other starts to prep his cock. ‘’Wish I could… do that for you.’’ You manage to say. You can’t keep your eyes from him. The way he’s hovering over you. His finger inside of you and the way you can’t do anything except for your stares, moans and gasps. ‘’All I want is to feel you right now, my love.’’

And with that he places the tip right in front of your entrance. He makes sure your faces are only inches apart and as he slowly slides into you, his arms make there way to your sides. He’s holding you as he bottoms out in you and the only thing you can do is let out a long moan. He starts moving slowly, tender, putting all his love in every trust. He’s the only one speaking from time to time. ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You feel so good’ s’’ are filling the room. All that praise, all the love in his eyes. The fact that he’s not only literally hitting all your spots, but also the spots in your mind, is what does it for you. You feel yourself unravel under him. You’re so close, that you start to tear up. Your eyes are filled with tears, mostly because of how good this feels, the fact that you’re making love on stolen time, but also because the time is probably running out soon. Lucifer never increases his speed. When he notices your tears he quickly wipes them away and as his hand caresses your swollen cheek he whispers:  Don’t cry, my love, let us enjoy these last moments.’’ And just as he is about to give you a kiss on the lips you whisper a soft ‘’Love you Lucifer.’’ You notice his eyes being red as well and it’s devastating, but it feels so good. the way he keeps a steady pace has you reaching your peak and these final ‘’I love you’s’’, the final kisses is all you need to feel yourself tightening around him. He’s close too, because the moment he feels you tighten around his cock he gives you one firmer stroke and that’s all he needs to cum inside of you. He falls next to you and quickly takes you in his arms. ‘’I wish we could stay like this forever. I would sell my soul… but I guess in some way my soul has already been sold.’’ And all you can do is give him a sad smile before your eyes close.

Lucifer knew that it was time. You were starting to feel cold, too cold. After putting on some clothes and making sure you were fully clothed, he grabbed the coin Barbatos had given him. ‘’Use this before the time runs out.’’ So he had warned him for the curse. He knew he couldn’t be mad at his friends. He couldn’t be mad at you, he could only blame himself. He had shown his weakness by loving you. But you loved his brothers, loved him, despite all he stood for, without any shame. And even with the way it felt like he was going to lose you forever, it still meant the world he had the honor of getting to know you. The moment the coin was thrown a portal started to form and as he grabbed your cold body the darkness swallowed the two of you. As he opened his eyes he saw nothing, but darkness. It took a few minutes to notice that he was in a room. It must’ve been yours, because he noticed a picture of you next to a bed. He was going to take the picture, he was a rebel after all. As he tucked you in, he was at a loss for words. So all he could do was give you one last kiss on the forehead. Not being able to stop the tears falling from his eyes. ‘’Goodbye, my love…’’ and as the darkness was about to swallow him, he couldn’t help but leave one more thing behind. A raven feather, just for good measure. Returning to the Devildom was going to be almost as hard as leaving you here. He was once again going to be the villain in yet another story… the story of how he lost you.

You wake up to sunlight. Too much of it. Why aren’t your curtains closed? Wait, you have to get out of bed, it’s your turn to cook for everyone. Everyone? You live by yourself… right? It feels like you had a weird dream, but you can’t remember it. All you feel is sadness. As if you’ve lost something or someone important. The pain hits you so hard that the moment you try to stand your legs give out and you lay on the ground as tears fill your eyes. It hurts, but you don’t know why. As your hands try to find some grip to get up, you feel something soft. A feather. A raven black feather. It’s weird, but it feels comforting. Before you can help yourself, your lips are already on it and even when you should be grossed out by it, you plan to cherish the little trinket...

[heartofspells]

I've been on and off Tumblr all day throughout work. I've watched this all mount up higher and higher over the passing weeks and months. And I've (mostly) kept quiet. I go on Tumblr and am part of fandom for stress relief, for fun. It keeps me sane. It gives me a break from real life. But today, every time I've opened the app, it hasn't been fun. It hasn't been relief or a break for my sanity. And I am in a foul mood after another day in an increasingly endless string of days filled with more and more crap of my daily life, so now I'm saying something.

I don't like saying much about these sorts of things, because I've only seen bits and pieces. I don't have the full story on anything in fandom anymore because I've been gone too long and am only just now really rooting back into it fully. Opening your mouth and speaking up under those circumstances leads to bad things. It leads to misconstrued notions and ideas. It leads to more hate. That is not what I want. That shouldn't be what anyone wants. All this discourse has two takes, two imperfect sides of the same coin. And that likely means that somewhere in the mix, both parties are wrong to some extent, because that's just how these things work. It's how they always work and always have worked. No one is ever completely right about anything, not ever, and to think that you are makes you wrong. We're all imperfect. We all miss things, have rapid judgements that probably shouldn't happen. We all make mistakes. It's part of being human.

I've steadily come to realize in the passing weeks that I've got mutuals (budding little friendships) on both sides of this hate spiral circling around all our heads. People who have only ever been kind to me, have shown support when I've needed it, and I've tried to give it back wherever I possibly could. That's not going to stop for me, because I believe in kindness above all else. Until I see something blatant, I'll keep the friends I'm making so long as they keep me.

With that being said, that's why we're all here, isn't is? To make those connections, build those tethers, find common ground with people we would have never met otherwise? It's why I'm here. I just want to talk about things that I can't discuss like I want to in my real life. I want to meet new people, see new views I'd never have come to on my own about characters and places we all love for varied reasons.

Fandom should be fun. Full stop. But attacking people because of their personal opinions or views on characters is not fun. It's cruel and hateful. They're not hurting anyone. Fanfiction is not hurting anyone. It is fiction. These characters are not real. Tag what you write and move on. Read the tags before you dive into something and move on if you see something you don't like. Don't come after the person who wrote it, and do not single them out because of it. Where's the gain in that? There isn't any. If you have questions about something that was said, ask it in a polite way. Don't accuse as soon as you leave the gate. That only makes things worse in the long run. It amps everything to such high volumes no one can hear anyone else over the screaming.

Things get taken out of context all the time. We live in a world of text here. Sarcasm doesn't translate well. Not much does. So just ask. Give people a chance to defend themselves, and if you don't agree with what they have to say, never speak with them again. It's so simple that it hurts.

What's not simple and is infuriating is having a friend come to me saying they're upset and torn over speaking out or not doing so. Not because they have nothing to say, but because they're afraid of the backlash they'll receive from one side or the other if they do, even if what they say isn't specifically targeted and only their own personal opinions on what's happening. But then they also fear the backlash that may come from not speaking out. Why is that even a fear? It shouldn't be, and that makes me angry.

The rules of life are also simple - or should be - though they seem to miss a lot of people, so let's break it down in an easy-to-follow way:

Don't attack people for who they are. Race, gender, disabilities, sexual orientation, age, etc. Just because someone is different from you or what you think is a perfect worldview trapped in your head doesn't give you the right to lash out at someone for being different. Homophobic, transphobic, ageist, racist - it's all wrong. Stop it. Stop coming after people for who they are in the heart of themselves. They're not hurting anyone, least of all you, so leave it alone.

Don't attack people for their personal opinions on things that don't matter all that much. They don't like your favorite song? Oh well. Move on. Why is it affecting you so badly? Don't like their headcanons? Not your problem. They belong to that person. Chances are, they're not physically forcing them down your throat. Move along, please.

If you see someone not following these two basic rules of polite society listed above, speak out about it if you feel comfortable doing so. Call it the the person's attention. Maybe it's possible they didn't understand what they said? Maybe they'll apologize and alter how they speak in the future, because - as much as this shouldn't still be the case - some people honestly don't know what they're saying or thinking is actually filled with wrongness towards others. If they don't apologize, once again, move on. Cease all contact. You don't need that in your life, do you? And I promise you you'll not change their entire way of thinking by repeatedly coming down on them. I wish this fact was different, I really do. I wish everyone saw the world with these easy views on all life is sacred and precious and should be valued no matter what, but they don't. You probably won't be the one to change that, unfortunately. Remove the toxicity from your life.

That's all I'm going to say on the matter. Don't like what I've said? Unfollow me, cease all interaction. Again, it's that simple. You don't have to have me on your dash, don't have to see anything else from me. And maybe that'll suck for me a little, but I've got a wild, chaotic life outside of all this. I'll survive. But I'm also sitting here waiting for those anonymous messages of hate to begin pouring in, because that seems to be the way of things now.

This is was not meant for specific individuals. This covers the entire spectrum of fandom, every single book, show, film, etc that exists and holds some sort of following. Stop the hate. It's pointless and it wears you down. Do you want to spend the free points of your life like that? Because I don't.