#hes sitting behind me and im half laying down between his legs on his torso and hes holding my waist and putting his head on mine

[jonny-b-meowborn]

Hi today. Things happened. Good lord (positive)

[st7rnioioss]

i have a kinda specific request? reader comes home from a really bad day at work and is exhausted and tense. she walks into matt’s room where he’s sitting against the headboard on his bed and sits in between his legs. his arms wrapped around her shoulders and just being all cuddly when he asks her about her day. he notices she needs a distraction or stress release so he reaches down to her front from behind her to pleasure her. but can you make it super slow, sensual, and passionate please??? like he really just takes his time with her, rubbing her thighs, kissing her neck and ears and dirty talks/praises her through it :)

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ "such a pretty girl"

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: kissing, swearing, fingering, no p in v, smut?, teasing, praise kink, dirty talk, not proofread!

a/n: hii, THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. i love love love the idea, i had a lot of fun writing it.

sorry for inactivity, ive been really busy. ALSO, next week im going to Rome for a week due to school related stuff, so im so so sorry if that means veeery few posts next week.

I stumble into me and Matt’s shared apartment. Today had been rough. First, one of my colleagues became sick, so I had to take an extra shift. Then on top of that nothing but rude customers had entered.

I groan as I kick off my shoes, not in the mood for anything but to lay down next to my boyfriend.

“Matt, are you home?” I yelled as I walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. There was silence for a second until I heard shuffling footsteps behind me.

“Yup, I’m right here. Are you alright?” Matt asked, wrapping his arms around me as he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. I turn around to face him, literally on the verge of tears.

“No..” I whisper, my voice breaking as I basically fall into his embrace. Matt doesn’t say anything, instead he just holds me, caressing the top of my head as well as placing a few soft kisses.

After a second he takes my hand and drags me to our room, closing the door behind us.

“Tell me what’s wrong, please,” he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed with my standing between his legs.

“It’s just- First, Caroline didn’t show up because she’s sick, so I had to work another shift, and then- then the rest of the day it was only rude customers who came in. I just- It’s..” I mumble between sobs, Matt cutting me off with a pat on his thigh. Without realizing it, he was now sitting against the headboard, his legs spread for me to sit between them.

Slowly, I make my way up to him, his hands reaching out for my waist. Securely he places his arms around my torso, pulling me closer to him.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here,” Matt calms me down, letting my fingers softly caress his forearms around my waist. I shuffle a little, relaxing my head against his shoulder.

“It’s just so frustrating when customers don't even say a simple thank you, you know? Like- I.. I-” I try to finish my sentence, but Matt starts leaving small pecks behind my ear and neck.

To answer, he just hummed against my skin making my thighs clench.

“Fuck..” I whisper, closing my eyes in pleasure. Matt’s hand slowly traced down my chest and stomach, gently lifting my shirt to allow his fingers to reach the button of my jeans.

“Let me help you destress a little. You’re tense..” he mumbles against my skin, making sure to leave red marks that would for sure turn purple later. With an approving nod from me, his fingers smoothly unbutton my jeans, tapping my hips to signal for me to lift them for him to slide them down my legs.

My jeans are left by my ankles, his index finger running over the soft cotton of my panties, leaving it by my clothed entrance.

“Already soaked for me, huh?” Matt whispers into my ear, continuously kissing my neck without batting an eye on my lower half.

“Matt..” I moan quietly as he withdraws his finger, teasingly rubbing the inside of my thighs.

“Shh. Patience, baby. You deserve to be taken care of, right?” Matt murmurs, his hands running along the outside of my thighs, squeezing every now and then.

“I- I guess so..” I mutter, tilting my head to the side to allow Matt to continue his kisses, now with more room to.

“I dunno why the customers were so rude to you. Such a pretty girl like you..” he continued his praise, now running his fingers along the inside of my thighs, going up and down slowly, but sensually.

Impatiently I squirm a little against him, needing direct contact. 

With one hand, he pressed my hip against the bed to stop me from moving too much. 

“Princess, you gotta stay still for me, okay?” Matt mutters, now withdrawing his soft lips from my skin, averting his gaze to my thighs and hips, whispering a quiet ‘so gorgeous’.

I writher a little again, feeling his intense stare on my body whilst his hands caress and massage my legs and thighs. 

I turned my head to the mirror that was hanging on my closet next to the bed, noticing all the marks Matt had left, from behind my ear to the point where my neck joins my collarbone.

“Matt, how on earth do you plan for me to cover those up?” I chuckle, letting my fingers slowly trace the red and purple spots along my neck. 

He looked up at me, our noses almost touching, then proceeding to look down on my throat.

“I don’t think you should,” Matt laughed, adding more small wet spots along my neck, receiving a quiet giggle from me. 

Then finally, after what felt like an eternity, his hands traced lower and lower down my thighs, stopping when he reached the hem of my panties.

“Gonna behave?” Matt whispered, his tone filled with nothing but lust. He got just as much pleasure out of fingering me as I did. 

I nodded frantically at his question, grabbing his forearms for support again.

Gently, he lifted the fabric covering my pussy, dragging it down my thighs, past my knees, to lay on top of my jeans around my ankles.

He carefully added his middle finger to my clit, rubbing it for a second, before slowly tracing down, stopping at my entrance.

While he did all this, I tried my best to suppress any moans that threatened to leave my mouth by biting down on my lower lip, the metallic taste of blood just an instant away.

“Oh fuck..” I whispered as he slowly pushed his finger forward, entering me at a frustrating slow pace. 

I tried my best to hold back the need to take my own hand on top of his to push it further, but before I could decide, his middle finger was knuckles deep inside me.

“Feels good?” he murmured, steadily extracting his finger before pushing it back in. I nod feverishly, a quiet whimper eliciting from my lips. 

“I’m gonna need words, sweetheart.” he said sternly, picking his pace up, silence filling the room besides heavy, ragged breaths and the squelching noise from my wet pussy.

"Y-yeah.. It feels so good-” I moan shakily, shutting my eyes as he adds his index finger. He chuckles a little at my reaction, picking up his pace.

“Good. You deserve it,” he kisses my cheek, curling his fingers languidly, nuzzling his face back in my neck like earlier. 

He keeps going, and as I instinctively clench around his fingers, he adds his other middle finger to rub my clit in slow, lazy circles.

“Holy fuck, Matt!” I moan, much louder this time, my eyes lazily opening. My hands grip on the sheets, knuckles turning white at an instant. 

“You’re so tight around my fingers.. So wet, all f’me..” Matt chuckles humorlessly, continuing his kisses up my jawline and cheek. 

I feel myself approaching my orgasm, clenching around his fingers repeatedly as his pace on my clit speeds up.

“Matt. I’m gonna cum..” I whimper, arching my back as his pace inside me also picks up. I can hardly finish my sentence properly, moaning and whining his name.

“Come on, you can hold it a little longer, can’t you?” he groans, intentionally picking up his pace, just for me to beg and writher even more.

“Ple- please, Matt. ‘Feels too good..” moan after moan leaves my lips, my hips lifting off the mattress. Nothing but a chuckle is heard from Matt, slowing his pace, just a little, to intentionally make my orgasm diminish, before picking it up again, going even faster than before.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum. I- I can’t hold it..” I whimper, coming around his fingers with a loud moan of his name, taking shaky, ragged pants.

“Shh, just like that. You did so well for me,” Matt smiles as he withdraws his fingers inside me, still lazily circling his fingers on my clit to draw out my orgasm as far as possible.

“Shit… You’re amazing,” I giggle, kissing his cheek as he removes his fingers completely from my entrance.

“Anything for my girl,” he smiles back, giving me a fat kiss on the lips, grabbing my waist again to throw me on the side of him, to lay next to me.

“I’m gonna tell you every time I feel slightly stressed if this is how you handle it,” I smile, running a hand through his hair, making it messy. 

Matt slowly removes my pants from my ankles, dragging my panties back up.

“Wow, okay. You didn’t say that when I made you a cup of tea and watched your favorite movie with you,” he laughs, faking an offended expression and he comes back down to lay beside me.

“Alright, I really enjoyed that as well. I love you so much, Matt,” I kiss his cheek, making his cheeks flush.

He looks up at me with a childish smile, kissing my cheek and forehead multiple times, while mumbling ‘i love you more’ against my skin, over and over.

a/n: alright, i TRIED to make it realllyyy slow and intimate. i hope i succeeded. THANK YOU for the request <333

also, im working on some requests, since i got a LOT!! thank you🤍

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[everythingharrypotterblog]

quite a sight (peter parker x reader) [smut]

summary: set in the tasm universe. Peter gets his girlfriend y/n to help on a mission where she needs to infiltrate an Oscorp high-level executive party. her task? to seduce dr connors and peter has to watch the whole time. he had never seen her in action like that, dressed up to the absolute nines, but it is definitely a sight he cannot stop thinking about afterwards… 

warnings: nasty, nasty filthy smut. we get both sub! and dom! peter hehe.

a/n: I KNOW this isn’t harry potter related but like everyone else, i have been made andrew garfield’s bitch after no way home. im sorry?

Y/N laid down comfortably on her bed, one hand balancing the laptop propped up against her knee as her other held onto the metal straw she was chugging water through.

Hearing a muffled knock against her window, she tore her eyes from the movie she was watching to see Peter, or should she say Spider-Man, crawled up against it.

She smiled widely, setting her computer and glass of water on her nightstand before getting up from her bed to let him in.

“Baby,” She murmured excitedly as he crawled into her room, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body into his. “Hi,” She smiled before resting her arms on his shoulders, yanking off his mask to plant a kiss upon his lips.

“You should see the other guy.” Peter said in response to Y/N’s look of concern once she pulled back and realized how bad the wounds on his face were.

Y/N frowned. “What happened tonight? Hold on, let me go get my things, then you’ll tell me—“

Peter locked his arm around her preventing her from pulling away, burying his face into the crook of her neck. “Mhmm, baby don’t leave. I’m very comfortable here actually.”

“Jeez, I forget how strong you are sometimes.” She rolled her eyes, allowing herself to melt into his embrace. Y/N smiled at the ceiling as she reached up to caress the soft locks of brown hair on his head soothingly. “You won’t be so comfy if you let that gash sit and leave a huge scar in the middle of your face.”

He let go of her begrudgingly, eyes following her to the bathroom and calling out, “Harry Potter has a scar on his face and he’s cool!”, behind her.

He hears her rummaging through her things in the bathroom and takes a seat on her bed, spotting her computer and the bag of chips that was half empty.

“Baby, you told me you were gonna be working tonight.” He chuckled, picking up the bag and popping a few chips into his mouth.

“I am working.” Y/N said, walking back into the room with a bin of medical supplies.

Peter raised his eyebrows at her, smirking slightly. “Little Women?” He said, tilting his head at her computer screen.

“It’s research!” Y/N giggled. “Not schoolwork, writing work.”

“You’re writing historical fiction?” He mused, following Y/N’s hand gestures and backing up against the headboard of her bed.

“Attempting to, anyway.” She said, setting the bin down, and laying out what she needed beside Peter.

She placed her hands on her hips, scrutinizing the various cuts and bruises on Peter’s face and pondering which one to begin with.

“You’re pretty.” Peter watched her, smiling his signature cheesy wide smile.

“Shut up.” Y/N scrunched her nose, eyes falling to the floor. She was in head to toe baggy clothes, wearing a pair of huge grey sweatpants that were Peter’s and didn’t fit at the waist, a worn out sweater that said ‘NYU School of Medicine’ on it, and her hair was in a day-old bun that barely held its shape. “You’re just saying that cause I’m tending to your wounds.”

“No, I’m not!” Peter laughed, swinging his torso forward to grab behind Y/N’s thighs and scoop her up to place her on top of his lap.

“Peter!” She yelped in surprise, bursting out in laughter. “Get your - bloody - ass- face,” she said between gasps, “off my shirt.”

She settled herself in a comfortable position on top of him, her sweatpants-clad legs straddling him. He sat still as she began stitching up his cuts, not daring to move, not in fear that she would mess up, but because he knew these were always great practice for her since she was learning to be a doctor.

When she moved onto the upper half of his face, he began talking about what had happened during his night.

He was just finishing his neighbourhood roundup when he noticed how the top floor light was open in the Oscorp building. Having once gotten very familiar with the tower during high school, he swung to the top and saw that someone was in the restricted lab through the window.

Dr. Curtis Connors had a brother, Derek Connors, who took over once Curtis was sent to prison.

“I saw what he was working on, and it looked exactly like Connors’, I mean Curtis, the older Connors— you know, cause they’re both Connors since they’re bothers— anyway, I think he’s recreating the Lizard serum.”

“What, are you sure?” Y/N said, taken aback, lifting the needle with her as she leaned up to be able to look at Peter’s entire face. He winced slightly, letting out an “Ouch!”, as Y/N apologized, rubbing the area soothingly and resuming her stitches.

“Yeah, well I couldn’t believe it when I was looking from outside so I broke in! It’s exactly the same experiment, and I think he’s managed to remake it perfectly, but I couldn’t get the one vial he made because he caught me. And he definitely already put some of it inside himself, because I fought him, and he definitely wasn’t… human.”

“But he looked human.”

“Yeah. Maybe he’s tweaked the serum and managed to maintain human form, but with all the power and strength as the original one.”

“Well, shit.” Y/N pursed her lip, sitting back as she finished cleaning up his face. “What do we do now? Calling the police’s no use, he’ll definitely cover it up really well…”

“Yeah, I don’t know.” Peter sighed, flopping back down upon the bed, his hands coming up to cup his face.

“I know that… I tell you all the time…” Y/N trailed her fingers along the blue parts of his suit that covered his lateral upper body. “But this suit looks really good on you.”

Peter sat up.

“You sure? I feel like I’ve never heard you say that.” He said, looking up at Y/N with his pupils dilating by the second. “Really good, you said?”

Y/N sucked in her cheek, nodding. “Really.” She said softly.

Peter hummed, grabbing at the material of her (his) sweatpants and pulling her hips up to his, greedy hands running up and down her butt and the small of her back underneath her sweater. He tilted his head, capturing Y/N’s lips in a bruising kiss.

He let out a light moan as Y/N ran her hands across his chest, feeling out how it stretched along the width between his two shoulders, before tugging the zipper in the back down. She rolled her hips, feeling him straining underneath her against his skintight suit.

“Peter!” Y/N gasped. 

Her hand met blood as she discovered a gash that went across his whole chest.

Peter grimaced. “Yeah… We really need to get that serum back.” He said, before placing his hand on the back of Y/N’s neck, his thumb stroking her cheek gently as he tried to lean forward, his eyes glued to her lips.

“Eaasy now, Spidey. You’re gonna bleed all over my bed.” Y/N said, shaking him off in spite of his protests and getting materials again.

Peter stared at her intently as she bandaged him up, admiring the sheer focus that took over her entire face. From time to time, Y/N’s eyes would dart to his and she would blush from being under his gaze.

“Thank you so much, darling.” Peter said once she finished, picking up all the bandage wrappers in one hand and tossing them perfectly into the trash bin. “Y’don’t know how much I appreciate you.” He took a piece of hair that had fallen in Y/N’s face in his fingers, carefully tucking it behind her ear.

“It’s my pleasure.”

Finally, he was able to bring her lips to his own again, feeling her sink into him as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

Closing his eyes, he felt his other senses over-heightened, Y/N’s sweet smell overwhelmingly clouding his mind.

“God, you smell so good baby.” He whispered between heavy breaths, tilting her head with one of his hands so he can kiss up the side of her neck, planting his lips against her pulse.

In particular, he smelled her arousal, coming from deep between her thighs and now that he had caught it, it consumed him in his entirety.

“I can smell how wet you are.” He said in her ear, “right here.” His hand slipped under her pants and grazed over her soft underwear, patting over the wet patch that he found there.

“Fuck”, Y/N moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she grinded into his hand.

“Baby girl, you are so naughty don’t you think, getting turned on by cleaning up my wounds. You really like my chest that much?”

Y/N was at a loss for words, clinging onto her boyfriend as she spread her legs further, moving desperately against his hand in hopes he’d start moving his fingers instead of just resting them there.

Peter was utterly intoxicated by her, senses swirling and basking in the pure warmth that she was and how she became putty in his touch.

“You can do it sweetheart, use your words.” He said, gazing up at her flushed skin. He trailed his hand across her jaw and grabbed it lightly to lower it. “What do you want?”

+

“So I figured out how I’m going to steal Connors’ serum.”

“I’m listening…” Y/N answered, bending down to set the timer on the microwave to heat up her lunch.

They were in their university’s noisy cafeteria on one of the shared breaks they had throughout the week. It wasn’t easy for them to see each other at school, with Peter always in the Engineering building and Y/N, the medicine one, but they found themselves lucky enough to have been accepted in the same school and have a few of the same blank spots in their schedules.

Y/N straightened up, backing up from the microwave to join Peter against the wall.

“Okay, so there’s this event thing going on at Oscorp this Friday, I overheard some of the interns complaining they weren’t invited to it this morning. I think it’s some charity thing, which probably means every high-level employee will be there, including Connors. Security has really tightened since a few years ago, so it’s not just a password anymore to get in.” Peter explained in a hushed voice close to Y/N’s ear.

“What do you need to get in now?”

“Connors’ fingerprints…”

Y/N grimaced. “How the fuck are you going to get that?”

Peter scratched the back of his head. “I’m not sure…”

They were interrupted by the ding of the microwave, and Peter rushed to get Y/N’s food and held the container for her as they made their way into the seating area and searched for two empty spots.

“There’s no way I can get the fingerprints myself, Connors knows who I am, but maybe there’s someone I can send to get them.. like a waiter with a napkin or something.”

Y/N nodded, enjoying watching Peter think out loud, his eyes focused behind his glasses.

“We need all 5 fingerprints though… so a handshake would be the easiest way to get…” He continued, as they walked past crowded tables. absent-mindedly pulling out the chair for Y/N before he sat down opposite her, putting down her lunch container in front of her. “Who does he now know… that could go just pretend to meet him and shake his hand…”

Y/N’s eyes widened and the corners of her lips slowly tugged upwards in an excited smile as she stopped dead in her tracks. Peter met his girlfriend’s gaze and seemed to read her mind, shaking his head profusely.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No, no, no, no, no—“ He said, still shaking his head vigorously.

“Yes, please, you have to let me—“

“No, there’s no way you’re getting involved in this stuff—“

“Oh come on, I’ll just be posing as a guest and—“

“No,” Peter huffed, placing both hands on Y/N’s arms, the container in his hands falling for half a second before Peter realized and scooped it up in mid air. He placed it on the table they were standing beside, before going to wrap his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulling her closer into him. “Darling, it’s not that I don’t think you’re up for it, please, but he is far too dangerous for you to be around. I would never place you in that type of risk and it just- it scares me to absolute death to even think of something happening to you…”

Y/N smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and gently playing with the small tendrils of chestnut hair at the back of his head. “Pete, I promise, everything will be fine. We’ll wear earpieces, and you could keep lookout on the building beside Oscorp and have eyes on the situation at all times. And I promise, the second things get risky, if things even get risky, I’m running out of there and you’ll swing by to catch me.”

Peter sighed, looking away in thought.

“Oh come on baby, pleease. Please, will you let your girlfriend have her super cool undercover agent spy moment?”

Peter laughed, shaking his head as he nuzzled his nose against Y/N’s. After a long moment of tension and mental back-and-forth, he caved.

“Fine.” He said. “Only cause you were begging so hard to do it.”  

Y/N squealed, jumping up and kissing him on the cheek. “So, you’re a fan of begging, huh?” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Peter laughed again, shaking his head while slightly blushing. “No, I just meant, ugh, you know what I meant!”

They both laughed as Peter absent-mindedly pulled out the chair for Y/N as they sat down for lunch.

+

Y/N set down her eyeliner as she saw Peter’s name pop up on the phone screen and swiped right to pick up his call.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“Hey love.” Peter’s voice rang through the speaker. “You getting ready?”

“Yeah… I’m almost done.” Y/N said, face an inch away from her bathroom mirror as she finished tracing her eyeliner wing. 

“Okay, okay that’s great. How you feelin’?”

“I’m feeling great, how are you feeling?” Y/N chuckled, picking up on the stress in his voice.

“Fine, fine. Um listen, there was a bit of a jam and I don’t think I’ll have time to pick you up, I’m so sorry love. Is there any way you can get a ride to Oscorp?”

“Um…” Y/N hummed, moving on to her other eye. “Yeah, I’ll ask my brother to drive me, he never asks too many questions. Where are you?”

“Traffic jam.” Peter said with a grunt, as he swung across the bridge to land atop a truck.

“Oh my God, are you swinging right now?!”

“Yeah, but don’t worry angel, it’s all good!” He said, phone pressed to his ear as he propelled himself forward onto the top of another truck. “Just spotted a car thief last minute and the police are way too behind.”

“Mhmm okay, be careful.”

“Hey, my love? I need you to be careful tonight.” Peter said, suddenly sounding serious.

Y/N smiled at her phone screen. “You don’t have to worry. You’ll have eyes on me at all times, right?”

“Never leaving my sight.”

“So, I’ll be fine.” Y/N said, taking the cap off the red lipstick she never got the chance to use.

“Okay, I love you.” Peter relaxed. “So, did you find a super fancy red dress?” He said, sitting down on top of the truck. The car thief was just one vehicle ahead of him, he had time.

“Wha- I have a dress, yes, but it’s not red.” Y/N said, sliding through the royal blue silk dress she once bought herself even though she had absolutely no idea when she would ever get the chance to wear something like this. She was very grateful right now however, that she hadn’t returned it.

“Oops, my bad. I feel like every femme fatale like character’s always wearing this extravagant red dress.”

Y/N laughed out loud, shaking her hand even though Peter couldn’t see her. “You’re so cute, Pete. I’m not wearing red, unfortunately, but my lipstick is red!”

“Nice…” Peter licked his lips under his mask involuntarily. “What about the rest though?”

“Hey, now put some trust in your mission partner! You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Peter smiled to himself bashfully. He could tell she was having way too much fun with this.

“Okay darling, I’ve got to catch this guy now.” Peter said as he began to stand up on the moving truck. They were approaching a highway exit. “I’ll text you when I’m at Oscorp, I love you.”

“Don’t swing and text!” Y/N called out as she pinned her hair back in a sleek bun, taking her phone. “I love you too.” She said, before she heard the line hang up.

Taking a step back, she took in her appearance in the mirror. There was little to no way anyone would be able to mistake her as a simple university student.

“Okay.” She gave herself a little nod of approval. “Let’s do this.”

+

Peter pulled out his phone as he sat down to catch his breath. He had managed to get to Oscorp ahead of his meetup time with Y/N and found a window-cleaning platform on the building next to Oscorp Tower that gave him perfect view of everything happening inside it. If he squinted slightly, with his heightened vision, he was able to see the Oscorp logo on every little champagne flute the waiters were stacking.

Y/N got out her brother’s car, and began walking towards the Oscorp lobby. She was a few buildings away, which gave her perfect time to attach her earpiece. As she did so, she attempted to scan the high-rise buildings around her, trying to find where Peter may have installed himself.

“Hello? Peter? I don’t know if I put this thing right, can you hear me?” She said as her heels clicked against the ground.

Peter turned his head and immediately recognized a young woman walking towards Oscorp as Y/N. His jaw dropped and he ripped his mask off his head.

Y/N looked exquisite. Peter was utterly in love with her at every given time of any single day, but very rarely did he see her dressed up like this. In a blue silk dress that highlighted her physique, with her hair put back to match the elegant silhouette it created. She wasn’t wearing that much makeup, just a tiny line to bring out her eyes but Peter was mesmerized by the deep shade of red that her lips were painted in. He felt his chest warm up, unable to believe that someone so beautiful was his to love.

“Peter?” Y/N tried again, looking up more obviously now to the sky.

“Yeah.” Peter choked into his own earpiece. “I-I’m, uh, I’m here.”

He saw her smile at the sound of his stammering voice coming through into her ear.

“So, how do I look? Even though I’m not in red.”

Peter wasn’t able to take his eyes off of her. “You are… quite a sight, my love. You look so good, baby, I love your hair, and your makeup and… that dress. Fuck.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows slightly in pleasant surprise. Peter’s voice was coming through as slightly huskier than usual in the earpiece, which she wasn’t going to complain about.

“Thank you.” She smiled. “You ready?” 

The mission. Right. Peter had almost forgotten why they were here in the first place. 

“Ready.” He answered back.

Y/N gave a subtle nod. “I almost forgot,” she said, pulling out a small sparkly brooch. “The camera, so you can see everything I see.” 

She tugged on the thin strap of her dress slightly to clip it, Peter pulling his eyes away and forcing himself not to look. It was an innocent sight, but he felt himself get hot from the smallest of actions, and he did not need to have his mind clouded right now. 

Y/N turned into the entrance of Oscorp. Peter watch her ever step, trying not to let his mind wander with every look he took at her. He was realizing just how much she was helping him in the secret role of Spider-Man that had taken up most of his life. His heart fluttered slightly at the thought.

“Hey, before you go on!” Peter said.

Y/N slowed her steps down, tilting her head to the side in question as she pretended to let other guests pass her in the line.

“I love you.”

Y/N smiled, eyes fluttering to the ground. “I love you too, Spidey.” She whispered in the faintest of whispers, not even sure if what she said would get picked up by the earpiece.

The security guards let her into the event without batting an eye, and Y/N slowly felt her nerves dissipate as she carefully made her way into the gala. 

All eyes were on her now.

+

“Y/N, leave right this instant.” Peter ordered, hunching over on the tall platform he had spent the last hour on.

“No, I can get it, I’ll just get him to dance and I know how to sneak and steal it—“

“No, no, no, no, no, this is getting too risky, leave—“

“You’re back!” Y/N chimed brightly, cutting Peter off mid-sentence as she put on her best smile as Dr. Derek Connors returned to their table, two martini glasses in hand. “Thank you.”

A groan pierced through Y/N’s earpiece, which she ignored.

The whole operation had gone extremely smoothly. Y/N entered the charity gala without a hitch and within a quarter of an hour, had already attracted Connors’ attention. It caught Peter by pleasant surprise just how smooth Y/N was at playing this character, much more smooth than he’d ever be undercover, as she charmed her way through guests enough for them to like her, but not enough for them to really remember her name.

She made Connors’ acquaintance and they shook hands, successfully getting his five fingerprints onto the lace glove she was wearing. However, she found herself trapped in his presence for another half hour as he insisted on sitting with her and after him talking endlessly about his career, they uncovered the unfortunate fact that not only did they need his prints to enter the lab, but a small key as well. 

The key in question, as Connors not-so-smartly revealed to Y/N, was in the breast pocket of the very suit he was wearing right now.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” Peter grunted into Y/N’s ear.

She clenched her jaw, barely perceptible, but she knew he could see it.

“Dr Connors,” She said innocently, making doe eyes at him. “Oh, I don’t know if this would be appropriate.”

“Oh, darling, don’t be shy, feel free to tell me anything.” Dr. Connors leaned forward.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Actually, it is inappropriate, you’re more than twice her age, asshole. Plus, why’d he have to say ‘darling’ in such a disgusting tone, oh God, please don’t tell me that’s what I sound like when I call you that?! Because I quite like calling you ‘darling’, I think it’s one of the cutest—“

Y/N cleared her throat to quiet her boyfriend. If she was about to pull off what she was about to do, she couldn’t afford having this much chatter in her ear. 

“Would you like to dance?” She asked, pulling off her lace gloves slowly so that his prints wouldn’t get smudged when he’d hold her hands to dance.

Dr. Connors watched her hands, nodding fervently.

“Oh, come on.” Peter groaned.

Y/N merely smiled, pressing her lips together as Dr. Connors took her bare hand and walked her to the dance floor. He snaked a hand around her waist, the material feeling incredibly thin all of a sudden as Y/N felt her shoulders tense.

Peter noticed the muscles in her neck flex.

“Just relax, my love. Close your eyes, pretend it’s me.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, batting her eyelashes at Connors to make sure he wasn’t catching on as he began to lead them in a tight waltz across the floor. She gave the smallest of nods.

“Just so you know, I’m still mad at you for doing this.” Peter said, although his voice didn’t reflect any anger.

Y/N smiled as she rested her chin on Dr. Connors’ shoulder. She imagined it was Peter’s much stronger, broader one.

“I’d have one of my hands on your waist. And then, I probably wouldn’t be able to help myself and wrap a whole arm around you, just to hold you nice and snug against me.” Peter narrated, his soft voice sounding breathless through Y/N’s ear. “And maybe… I’d let my hand wander slightly down to palm over your ass… just for a second though. This is a classy setting after all.”

Peter saw her let out a small breath through her nose, the beginning of a laugh, and he smiled, happy to know she was calmer.

Y/N raised the hand that was on Connors’ shoulder up to his ear, gently playing with the blond hair that was behind it. She felt his breath quicken against her, and did her best to disguise the disgust on her face. Attempting to distract him and direct his attention to that side of his body, she let go of his hand and wrapped both of her hands around his neck.

Dr. Connors hummed happily and gripped her waist with both of his hands.

“He wishes.” Peter growled, focusing on the man’s hands that were holding onto what wasn’t his. 

Y/N took the chance and started sliding both her hands down his chest, one right over the breast pocket. She felt a small bump. The key.

“You’re doing so beautifully, darling.” Peter whispered. “If only he knew everything you could truly do, or what we’ll be doing once I get us home all lone, with you still in that dress.”

Y/N bit her lip, eyes focused on the task at hand. Her left hand dropped to his leg, sliding it up along his pants as she directed his attention away from her right hand, which was slowly pushing the key up along the pocket.

She was too much of a sight to see.

“God, I can’t wait to tug those tiny straps off your shoulders, lift up the hem. Bare those pretty legs that are underneath…”

Peter was breathing hard now, watching her hands gloss over Connors’ suit. He reached down and felt his cock hard, threatening to burst out of his suit.

Y/N’s heart was beating immensely fast, the combination of Peter’s dirty words and sounds mixing in with the adrenaline of stealing the key from right under Dr. Connors’ nose.

A bit more, and a part of the golden key appeared at the top of the pocket, her hand swiping sensually over his chest as she curled her palm around it.

Thankfully, the song ended right then and there, and Y/N broke away from the doctor, not daring to open her sweaty fist clamped around the key.

Her cheeks and neck were flushed red as she said, “Excuse me, I have to go to the ladies’ room”, before breaking out into a fast walk, leaving Dr Connors planted on the dance floor smoothing over his pants with his hands, with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Peter, studying the scene, leapt from his position by the 30th floor, swinging onto Oscorp.

“Babe, get your ass down here.” Y/N muttered through gritted teeth as she walked as fast as she could out of the venue, ignoring the employee who asked her about her checked coat.

“Already on it.” He said.

Y/N’s heartbeat echoed in her ears as she made her way to the lobby, heels clicking against the floor, checking over her ear for people that may have followed her.

She reached the side of the street and looked left and right, before she felt herself get swept up by a familiar touch.

Wrapping her arms and legs around Peter, she let out a long breath, closing her eyes and letting her body relax as Peter held onto her, swinging them across the city back to his house.

+

Peter slid open his window, letting Y/N into his room before climbing through himself.

“We did it!!!” Y/N yelled, jumping onto Peter. The two jumped up and down in unison in a celebratory hug.

Peter watched and held her as she rambled on, “—the rush! I thought I was having a heart attack, I thought for sure he could hear my heart beating that hard and when I walked out! It’s like no one knew I was carrying this huge, huge secret …”

Y/N’s words trailed off as she looked up at Peter who was looking down at her with yearning eyes. She bit her lip.

Slowly unwrapping her fist, she gave Peter the small golden key.

“Thanks.” Peter said, not looking away as he grabbed it and carelessly tossed it onto his nightstand.

His brown eyes were staring intently, yet softly, at Y/N, and she saw how his pupils had dilated into dark orbs.

“I-Is my makeup smudged?” Y/N asked in a small voice.

Peter smiled, shaking his head. He turned them around so he could take a seat at the edge of his bed.

Y/N had never seen him like this… entranced to this level. The confidence she had gained back at Oscorp was multiplying itself. She was going to have fun.

“So, did you like my look tonight?” She said, giving Peter a small twirl.

Peter let out a shy ‘yes’, blushing and covering his face with his hands, falling back onto the bed with a bashful smile.

Y/N advanced until her knees hit his, then lifted the hem of the dress for her legs to lift up to each side, taking a seat on top of him.

Peter sat back up, feeling her body on top of his. Instinctively, his hands found her hips, playing with the thin material of her dress that was bunched up on each side.

“You were amazing tonight. And you’re so so beautiful… I’m the luckiest in the world.” Peter said as he nuzzled into her neck, placing slow kisses along it.

His hands were about to reach the round, full globes of her ass, before Y/N tutted, grabbing them and sending them back, putting Peter in a lying down position with his arms above his head.

“No touching. Yet.” Y/N leaned down to approach his face to his, taking note of how Peter’s eyes darted to her lips, that were still stained a deep shade of red.

Normally, there would have been instant protest from Peter. He was always more dominant, loving to go and take what he wanted. Y/N absolutely loved it, but tonight he remained silent. Gulping, he nodded his head vigorously as his eyes widened, chest heaving up and down in shallow breaths.

He was putty under her, completely mesmerised.

“You sure had a lot to say earlier, didn’t you?” Y/N murmured, lowering herself to an inch away from his face. “So distracting, I could’ve blown my cover at any moment.”

She lowered her lips onto his, feeling his move hungrily against hers, suckling and pulling them between his. She felt Peter’s hands that were above his head itch forward, and she squeezed his palms in hers, locking them in place.

Lifting her face up from his, she licked the outline of his mouth, that had been beautifully stained red by her.

“I know I probably weigh like a feather to you,” she said, letting go of his hands. “But you’re going to stay still for me, okay baby?”

Peter nodded, gasping at how seductive this confidence Y/N wore was to him. He was rendered quite speechless.

Slowly, Y/N let go of his hands, her own coming down to smooth over his broad chest, his chest that she loved so much, especially clad in the Spider-Man suit. Peter bucked his hips up, hitting against Y/N’s core, and he let out an eager moan.

“Baby… please.” He said with pleading eyes, his big brown doe eyes staring into Y/N.

Y/N pursed her lips together, setting her lower body down on him. She grinded her hips, feeling the outline of Peter’s plump cock rub heavenly against her clit. Y/N placed her hands on his solid abs to stabilize herself as she continued to slowly drag her core up and down him.

“Fuck.” Peter gasped. His arms longed to reach down and touch her, any part of her would do, but he resisted, clenching his fingers into tight fists. The muscles of his arm and forearm flexed deliciously.

Y/N hummed at the sight, lifting herself off and gestured to him to help her take off his suit. It was too tight for Peter to wear underwear underneath, so once freed, his cock bounced up against his stomach, stiff as concrete.

Peter’s eyes followed Y/N closely, eagerness pouring through to see what she was to do next.

She definitely felt her mouth water at the sight of his cock, from the way it blushed red and leaked already, he had been hard for a while. She approached the gash on his chest that she had stitched together a few nights before, kissing alongside it, enjoying watching his pectorals rise and fall with every breath he took.

Dragging her tongue down his slim torso, she reached underneath his navel. Just before she could get to where Peter was throbbing almost painfully for her, she lifted up once more, earning herself a desperate whimper from his throat.

“Aw baby, it’s okay. Be patient. You’ll get what you need.”

She stood up on the bed to turn around, back facing him.

“I can tell how much you liked this dress, just want you to get a good look at it before I took it off.”

Peter licked his lips, looking up and saying in a low voice, “You are quite a fucking sight, my love.”

Y/N once again put a leg on either side of him, and went on all fours, this time facing backwards, giving Peter a full view of her ass. All that was hiding her cheeks was the thin silk blue material.

Peter took a whiff with his advanced sense of smell and felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“You’re soaking.” He panted.

“Yeah, wanna see?” Y/N asked, lifting the sides of her dress to reveal the tiniest black thong barely covering her mound, as indeed, some arousal dripped on the side down her inner thigh.

“Jesus- fuck.” Peter winced, the pressure building to an ultimate high.

His cock twitched next to Y/N’s face and before Peter’s head lifted itself high enough for him to bury his face between her legs, it was thrown back again in pleasure once Y/N wrapped her lips around the head, sucking it.

Peter fell apart underneath her, letting out a string of breathy curses as his whole body trembled. Y/N moaned with him in her mouth, taking him deeper and running her tongue along the thick vein on the side of it.

Peter couldn’t take it anymore, it was like putting candy in front of a kid and telling them not to eat it. He lifted his head, tonguing at Y/N’s cunt through her warm panties. Hearing her sweet moan, he continued, peeling her thong back and down her thighs as he ran his tongue through her slick and glistening folds, drinking in every drop of her taste.

“Please, m-more.” Y/N whimpered, lifting herself off his cock.

Peter obliged enthusiastically, seizing handfuls of Y/N’s butt and pulling her down onto his face, drowning himself in her.

Y/N’s dress fell all around his head, but he didn’t give a single shit about feeling muffled. He licked sloppily at her clit, drawing wet circles with his tongue as his entire face was engulfed in her, her wetness dripping and coating his chin and nose. He sighed contently, closing his eyes as he ate her out, his own cock pulsing inside Y/N’s mouth.

Y/N managed to pull herself away from Peter’s hold, turning around. She took a seat on his abdomen, her wetness smearing across the defined muscles. Finally, she slipped the dress over her shoulders and took off her bra and soaked underwear.

Peter smiled at her, eyes clouded with desire.

“Wanna feel you in me.”

“Go on then, baby girl. C’mon, slip me in, easy now.” Peter grunted, hands resting on Y/N’s thighs as he watched her slide a condom on and slowly sink down onto him. “There we go.”

Y/N sighed breathily, clenching then relaxing as her walls accommodated Peter’s length. She began to grind, trying to find that spot inside her that made her lose all control.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Peter said between pants, watching Y/N shut her eyes. “Ride daddy’s dick, that’s it.” He lifted his hips gently, thrusting himself deeper into her.

Y/N moaned, moving her hips faster on top of him. “Baby, touch me please.” She asked shyly.

“You sure?”

“Yes, please!”

Peter did not need any more confirmation. Sitting up straight, he wrapped a strong arm around Y/N’s back to pull her to him. He could not think of a more exquisite sight in front of him, stuffing his face between her bare breasts, before taking one in his mouth, suckling on the nipple. He used his free hand to rub against the other.

“Fuck,” Y/N let out a strangled cry, dropping her head to rest it on Peter’s shoulder as the two moved their hips in a synchronized rhythm, their bodies melting into one another’s.

“You like how my cock feels, don’t you angel?” Peter whispered, biting the lobe of her ear as his hand reached up to caress her hair. “Hmm? Look at me baby, lemme hear you say it.”

Y/N lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at his face through heavy eyes. “I love your cock,” she mustered, through parted lips.

Peter gave a satisfied smile, growling as he continued to drive himself in her, feeling the head of his penis hit the spongy area inside her he knew she loved. She was clenching around him so tight, squeezing his dick so well it was taking everything in him not to burst right here and right now.

He trailed his hand down her stomach and reached her clit, feeling her jump at the contact before moaning deeply as he started to rub it.

She was so close, the combined pressure inside and out on her clit about to culminate to a boiling point.

Until Peter stopped. He removed his hand from her clit, rolled them over to place Y/N on his back and slowly pulled out of her.

“What the fuck?!” Y/N sobbed, bringing her knees together at the overwhelming emptiness that came upon her.

“Aw, sweetheart.” Peter crawled up to her, gripping her jaw and kissing her lips softly. “Did you really think you’d get away with teasing me like that? Not letting me touch you?”

He ran his hand down her entire front, pausing right at her clit before slipping two hooked fingers into her cunt easily. Y/N let out a gasp, arching her back off the bed. It was better, having his long fingers find their place inside her again, but they didn’t fill her up like his cock had, mere seconds ago.

“You’re so perfect,” Peter said amid heavy breaths, trailing kisses along her collarbone, refusing to move the fingers that were inside her. “Absolutely… ravishing.”

“Please, Peter,” Y/N whimpered, opening her eyes and staring pleadingly into his, similarly to how he did a few minutes ago when the roles were quite reversed. She spread her legs, going to grab Peter’s wrist and beckoning him to move.

Peter could never get over the way his name sounded when she said it. He could listen to it a million times and still, it would do him in every single time.

“Oh, but I’m doing the same thing as you, darling. You wanted to take your time, I’m doing the same with you.”

He curled his fingers inside her, moving them slowly. Y/N bit her lip, attempting to undulate her hips to get more stimulation.

“You should’ve seen yourself tonight, babe. It was so hard,” He grunted, removing his hand and bringing it to her mouth, watching her suck on his long fingers. “Taste, yourself sweetheart. It was so hard, watching you charm and finesse all those Oscorp men, and having to do that from a whole rooftop away.”

He lined himself up, grabbing the base of his cock, but instead of sliding in her, he dragged the tip through her folds, slapping her clit with it. Another desperate whimper from Y/N.

“You were so powerful, and yet look at you now, baby. Unable to speak, whining for my cock, begging me to fuck you.” Peter said, putting the head in. “I bet they wished they could see you like this, the elegant lady they met utterly fucked out, making a mess on my bed,” Peter thumbed at her bottom lip, the red lipstick smudged.

“Goddamn it Peter, just fuck me already!” Y/N panted.

With a thrust of his hips, he plunged himself deep within her walls once more, finding her G-spot and driving his cock into it.

Y/N screamed as she clutched onto his back for dear life, as Peter let himself go, driving into her with all the force he could muster.

Shuddered groans echoed from deep within his chest, into Y/N’s ears as the two chased their orgasms. With a cry, they both came, Peter burying his face in her neck, not bothering to try to catch another breath before kissing her.

He collapsed on top of her, their legs intertwined as finally, very very slowly, he pulled out of her.

They both calmed their breathing down, lying beside each other for a small while, before Peter turned to face Y/N.

“Did I hurt you?” Peter asked in a concerned, small voice, brushing Y/N’s hair out of her face.

“Not at all,” she smiled, turning on her side as well and capturing Peter’s lips in his.

+

They had fallen asleep mere minutes later like that, and the next morning, Peter woke with a startle.

“I gotta get to Oscorp!” He said.

“Why, you can’t break in later at night, when everyone leaves?” Y/N groaned groggily, curling up in Peter’s arms.

“You left your coat there last night.”

“Oh.”

The two giggled, Peter sinking back down under the blankets, resting a protective hand on Y/N’s hip, tracing gentle circles on it with his thumb. He looked to the side, taking a glance at the small golden key that was on it before his eyelids fluttered shut to sleep.

lmk what yall think ! <3

I also wanna do blurbs/headcanons, so if anyone has a nsfw idea or fluff, send it in pls and I’ll expand on it!!!! I just wanna talk ab this character lol

[rotshop]

help girl i just woke up and im already thinking abt mag s/o again. anyway please consider ;

[ tw body horror, some brief light gore and violence ]

[ note ; reader is SLIGHTLY described. the only thing mentioned is that they have a noticeable, identifying scar on their face

hank + mag s/o

-he knew you even before the boombox incident. he doesn't even really remember how you two first met, he just remembers that you started talking to him and then just kinda kept coming back. at first he wasn't the biggest fan of you since he was 'doing just fine on his own,' but...he admittedly was already really attached to you. they've never been much of a talker and that's especially noticeable to you at that point in time but ,,, they respond enough with signing, nodding / shaking their head, or the occasional speaking that you're able to carry some conversations pretty well.

-he doesn't really. have. a lot of people in his life. you're really his only real close friend, it's kinda hard for him to fully wrap his head around it so !! they chose not to, instead focusing more-so on whatever it was you were rambling to them about that day.

-not super sure of where to put this lmao but ummm ehe . he's actually surprisingly touchy with you????? like. you've hung out at his house a few times and he just like. you'll start out sitting next to each other and you'll end up either laying with your head on their chest or vice versa . its . a little funny . you tease him about it a little and he just flicks your shoulder. also traces your scar a lot if you'll let them, they're not entirely sure why they do it, they just . like asking you about it occasionally.

-also you have scary dog privileges. they might look like any other grunt at that point but they're still tall as fuck and idk man !! something abt getting a blank stare from someone who towers over u would probably make u shut up and mind ur own damn business.

-again, he's not super good at fully recognizing / acknowledging certain thoughts and feelings of his but . yknow. he can definitely tell he at least worries about you a lot more than he would some other grunt he just met. he can definitely tell there's a reason he doesn't mind you touching him, whether by grabbing his hand to go show him something or just placing a hand on his shoulder or arm (most likely arm, again. hes tall. ). they can definitely tell there's a reason that they find themself genuinely enjoying your interactions.

-after the park thing you don't see them for a long time. everytime you try and call him the lines dead, everytime you try and ask others about him you just get choice words, all in all you're pretty much lost on the entire thing. sure, you know what happened but . it just never sits right with you. it doesn't help whenever people ask questions about them or give you wary looks because of your association, half steps back when you take one forward.

-anyway. yeah nevada goes to shit and you get magnified for the aahw. by now you just. don't really talk about hank. surprisingly, you have a little more of your old memories than the average mag !! congrats. problem is they're all foggy enough that you only really distantly decipher them. lmao. you aren't super high on the ladder but you're a pretty tough mag to beat. you're well known enough that other mags tend to hang around you when there's not much else going on. v2 mags especially think it's fun to mess around with you by jumping on your back or otherwise clinging onto you . idk man u've got like . a little family here .

-at one point or another there's an outing youre on that ends up going wrong. you get split up from the rest of your unit and are forced to hide out in some old abandoned building while you wait for backup. you're a little too injured to try and walk all the way back, a heavy gash on your side preventing you from doing too much in the moment. when you hear heavy steps on concrete you're able to give some sort of noise of relief, turning your head to look over your shoulder at whichever agent in your group had finally found you-

-you're instead met with red goggles and the end of a gun.

-any kind of relief is snatched away, you know damn well who it is by just the bit you can see in the dark alone. even standing in the shade between two windows (one of which you were sitting by, probably how they seen you in the first place- if that's the case though, it's a little weird they hadn't just shot at you through it.) you knew it was him. you're already stumblingly forcing yourself up to as much of your full height as you can manage, taking some kind of defensive position even as one of your hands ghosts over your gash. the throbbing pain of it and the feeling of blood sticking and running down your skin is enough that you can't seem to focus on the fact that he won't stop staring at your face.

-it doesn't take long before your legs seem to fail you, forcing you forward a bit as you kneel in some sort of attempt to keep upright. you're too busy hissing under your breath and screwing your eyes shut in pain as your hand covers your side to notice your company stepping forwards. you're snapped back to attention when there's a hand on your face, fingertips digging into your skin as they yank your head down a little further. you know you should be grabbing him, that you should be digging your claws into his torso and ripping him clean in half, throwing whatevers left aside and leaving. you know thats what you were told to do, what you were told they deserved anyway. yet, you aren't. instead, you're just giving some warning growl as you stare at them. you notice how the end of the gun is pointed away from you, how their touch seems to outline the mark on your face.

-"If you try and hurt me, I'll kill you." That's the only real heads up you get before he's crouching down and shoving your hand out of the way, grabbing something from his pocket to get to work on you. you don't fail to notice how little attention they're paying to you (aside from the focus on your wound, of course), that you could just rush forward and slam them into the ground if you really wanted.

-ok im skippin g ahead bc this is already way too goddamn long for hcs DEJWJCS

-anyway. it's a complicated relationship for a while. the others tend to avoid you a little but he just keeps showing up around you. they keep staring at you and just hanging around in your general area. it's not that much of an irritant if you ignore all the weird emotions and thoughts it keeps bringing to the forefront of your mind, forcing you to once again try and meddle with your memories.

-eventually he just starts walking over to you and sitting down next to you. sometimes he doesn't say anything at all, just sitting there and seeming to wait for one thing another- he never seems to find whatever that is, as he always gets up and leaves without a word at some point or another. then they start talking, its just little things at first, point-blank statements you can't say much on. sometimes they're just saying they and the other three will be gone for a bit othertimes it's some half-demand to let them look at the stitches they did on you (semi-related, he's not good at them. the stitches are pretty rough. at one point or another sanford has to redo them properly lmao)

-but then there's one particular night. they do the normal thing, come over, sit down next to you, not say a word. this time though you note how they're facing you. instead of some reminder or a demand for anything, he's pulling his ask down and asking a simple question. 'What do you remember?'

-it's a long conversation. he's talking more than he normally would by a long shot, occasionally stopping whenever his words seem to especially fail him and get stuck in his throat. you don't even really remember moving around, or even him pulling you in any way, you just know you somehow end up laying next to him with your head on his chest.

-whenever the memories do seem to click into place, it's hard. you have a lot of choice words for them yourself, months of being left alone without a word bubbling up with a vengeance, they listen to them. while some mags (such as yourself) do have the ability to speak, the san and dei don't think they've ever heard one with that much emotion in their voice. they've especially never seen a mag just break down like you do, they're both tensing up a little from their far away spot when hank's walking closer to you. instead of you lashing out or swiping at him though, you just sit there while he wraps his arms around you (as best as he can at least, it's a little difficult but he's able to get them around your neck and reach his other hand behind you well enough). you're eventually doing the same to him, though it's more so just your hands resting on their back.

-it takes a good while for proper trust to be rebuilt along with an honest, proper explanation from hank that only you're privy to. eventually though, there's enough trust that you're able to hang around him again without narrowly avoiding an argument or anything. they don't like being super affectionate or 'vulnerable' in front of the other two, so most times they prefer being in your or their room. also they're still touchy lmao, doesn't help that you're mag sized now and so they just want to hold you . its hard to explain, he's never been super affected by others heights and even when he is it's usually a negative thing for him but . for some reason . he just likes being shorter / smaller than you lol ,,,,,,,, hope you like holding them a lot bc that's what you're gonna be doing

-holy shit these are long so . i think .i am going to stop here.

[goldensstateofgrace]

A night in.

Summary: you braid Harry’s hair and give him a shave.

Warnings: none, fluff

Word count: 1.4k

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You and Harry decided to have a night in to relax and adjust to him being home from tour. This tour was the first for both of you as a married couple. You both had only been married for a short few months before tour kicked off and you barely saw each other. It was time to relax and enjoy eachothers company.

You had visited him on tour, staying with him in the many hotels, flying in early mornings and out late at night. You both didn't have any time to talk, well, you did about how the tour was going, but not the important stuff. 

You didn’t talk about how you were handling it, which wasn’t great. You missed him deeply, and basked in the moments you had together before he was whisked away to perform to thousands of people. 

Now that he’s home you can, you drew a warm bath. Placing a relaxing citrus scented bubble bath mixture into the bath to bubble over as you got undressed and waited for Harry to come up stairs. 

Sinking into the warm bath, you lean against the back of the huge porcelain tub, relaxing your body in the warmth of the water, the citrus aroma smells amazing wafting through the entirety of the bathroom. 

You didn’t realize you started to fall asleep until you felt a light stroke of a hand on your inner thigh. Opening your eyes, you find Harry sitting next to the tub shirtless only in a pair of sweatpants with his hair messy. His hand under the water gripping your thigh in his palm as his thumb strokes soothing circles. 

“I really missed you, bub” you mutter, eyes half lidded as you watch him. 

His eyes hold a soft look, but also tiredness. You know how tired he is, playing two hour shows almost every night for months at a time. 

“I missed you so much more, sweet girl,” he whispers, his eyes scanning over your face, like he’s trying to commit the image to memory forever. 

“Come ‘re, bubs” you say, sitting up in the bath. Your hand cups his jaw as your lips descend softly onto his in a soft full of love kiss. 

Harry gets in the bath behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. Your head rests on his shoulder, his hands rubbing absentmindedly over your abdomen, his voice light as he sings softly to you. 

“Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever i go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When i run out of road, you bring me home” 

He sings softly to you, his chin buried in the crook of your neck. His arms holding you tight to his chest. 

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, you’ve never felt so loved. It’s rare for you to get emotional like this, tears are filling your eyes as you listen to him sing to you. You feel so loved, and you know no doubt in your mind that this man is your soulmate. 

You could never imagine being with anyone else, no one could ever compare to him. 

“I love you, bub. So much,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to speak louder because it would crack from the emotions you’re feeling. Tears running down your cheeks, not sad tears, happy ones. 

You’ve never been happier. 

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You and Harry stayed in the bath for a while, just sitting in eachothers arms. You hadn’t even realized the water turned cold until you shivered and Harry was quick to jump out, wrapping a towel around his waist before grabbing one for you. He drained the cold water, wrapping you in the towel and picking you up. 

He set you on the counter, grabbing both of your toothbrushes, covering the bristles in toothpaste before handing it to you. 

You sit there, brushing your teeth as he does, his hand placed down next to your thigh as he holds himself up with it. He grins at you, mouth full of toothpaste. 

“You know what you should let me do?” you say, before spitting into the sink. 

He raises a questioning eyebrow, spitting into the sink and wiping his mouth, “What should i let you do, baby.” An amused look on his face. 

You grin, “you should let me braid your hair and give you a facial!”

His amusement fades, “No,” he shakes his head.

“Why?” you whine, a frown taking over your mouth. 

“Do you remember what happened last time?” he teases. 

Yeah, so it wasn’t the best experience. You may or may not have cut im with the razor, But it was his fault! He was the one that decided he wanted to finger you while you held a sharp razor close to his face. 

“That’s because you couldn’t wait five minutes for me to shave your face, No! You just had to stick your fingers in my cunt and tease me!” you exclaim, showing false seriousness. 

“Yeah bu you liked it,” he says, he voice deepening. His hand that was resting on his side slides from your knee nand up your thigh, his fingers dancing over the inner part of your thigh. 

You falter for a second, “No!, not this time” you say, your hand stopping his hand from moving any further. 

“Baby, please. I promise i won’t cut you this time!” you beg him, your hand hand cupping his jaw. Your thumb runs over the stubble covering his chin. 

You don’t mind it, definitely not when it’s between your thi- no, your not gonna give in. 

“Ok” he gives in. 

You make him wet his face before you take his shaving cream and cover his jawline in it. 

You gently start to shave his face, one hand holding the back ofhis head making sure to keep him still, while the other moves the razor across his jaw. 

His hands hold your hips as you work on shaving his face, his thumbs rubbing into your hips. You shoot hip a look to ‘stop right now, don’t start’. He just smiles down at you. 

“Stop smiling, your dimples are in the way” you scold him. 

He only smiles wider at that, leaning in before you know it and kissing you. Shaving cream going all over your face. 

“Harry!,” you laugh through the kiss. 

He wraps his arms aroun you tighter, smearing the shaving cream further across your face. You don’t realize your towel falling off your top half until they brush along harry’s hard muscular chest. 

He pulls back, looking in between the both of you. You notice his eyes grow darker. Attempting to pull the towel back up he stops you with his deep voice, “stop, i’m letting you shave my face. You can let me stare at your beautiful, fuck, breasts” he groans, his thumbs coming up to rub on your hardening nipples. 

“No touching, do you want to get cut again?!” you say. 

He chuckles, his hands settling back on your waist. 

You continue shaving the little bit thats left, taking a wash cloth and wiping away the shaving cream once your done. You make him wash his face, before you rub mosiurizer into his skin. 

“baby! You look like a baby now” you tease, placing kisses all over his face. His laugh reverbeats off the bathroom walls. 

“I love you, my girl” he whispers, capturing your lips in his. His tongues taking over your mouth, exploring the deep depths of it. 

“Lets go watch a movie” you mutter against his lips, moving of the counter and dropping your towel. 

You put on one of his t-shirts and some undies before getting into bed. He puts on some boxers, leaving his legs and torso free of any garment. 

Your back is resting against the head board, your legs stretched in front of you. He climbs in between your legs, his back to your chest as his head rests on your boobs. 

Your hands run through his long curly hair, massgaging his scalp as he puts on ‘The notebook’. 

You play with his hair through the whole movie, braiding different pieces then taking them out and doing one big braid. Then taking that out and just rubbing his head. 

“Feels s’good” he mutters, eyes focused on the tv. 

“Yeah?” you whisper, your nails scratching softly along his saclp. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, sinking further into your body. 

You stay like that for a while, the movie credits roll. You notice he fell asleep, you softly move to where he’s beside you letting his head fall back on your chest. 

He cuddles into you on his side. His arm lays across your abdomen, holding close to him. 

You couldn’t be happier right now, the love of your life, your soulmate laying on your chest as soft snores fall from his mouth. 

You’re the happiest you’ve ever been, and it’s all thanks to Harry.

[jademakean]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

｡･:*:･ﾟ

RAYS OF GOLD peeked through the blinds causing you to lazily drape your arms over your squinted eyes.

Beige satin sheets curled around your body, softly caressing your thighs as you shifted to your comfort.

A smile made its way to your lips, recognizing the faint sound of the vinyl downstairs along with the subtle footsteps.

You moved your messy hair out of your face as you sat up.

It's Valentine's day, the clock displayed 8:52 A.M. specifically. You and Timothée were planning on going to Paris, spend the Holliday in the city of love, suffocating on the romanticized areas with twinkling lights and bouquets on display. However, due to the circumstances the world was in, it became evident that the idea of travelling during a pandemic wasn't very safe. You both settled on staying home and enjoying each other's presence.

Warmth comforted you as you wrapped your fur blanket around your body, slipping on your cotton high socks. The smell of toasted bread filled your senses the more steps you took down the flight of stairs.

You peeked into the kitchen, laying eyes on your boyfriend. His fluffy hair was going in all different directions, bouncing slightly as he moved around. A sage green apron was fitted around his lean torso to keep anything from dirtying his clothes, the colour contrasting his brunette hair beautifully.

"Timothée." you cooed. The sudden sound of your voice frightened him, resulting in him quickly turning towards you with widened eyes. "Happy Valentine's day, hun." You moved from your place, making your way over to his startled body before welcoming him in a loving embrace, which he returned shortly.

Once you looked up at him you were able to acknowledge his troubled expression. "What's wrong? Did you forget it's Valentine's day?" You wouldn't mind, he's been quite busy lately. It's not like it's a birthday or anything.

"No, it's just- I was hoping I could've brought you breakfast in bed, but I woke up later than usual and I was supposed to prepare a lot." He sighed in disappointment. You eyed all the laid out fruit and different sweets on the counter. The only things that seemed finished were chocolate-covered strawberries and toast.

A smiled was visible as you gazed up at him. It was usual for him to go all out no matter how unnecessary it was. You softly placed your hands on his rosy cheeks. "This is more than enough don't worry." he smiles softly at your words but there was a dissatisfied glint to his eyes that remained. You thought carefully about what to say that would make him feel better. "How about this, you can put the food on the coffee table, I'll organize everything." carefully toying with a lock of his hair "After we finish we can eat and cuddle on the sofa, whatever way you'd like."

Timothée's lips contorted into a playful grin, nodding at your suggestion and bolting towards the table with the breakfast. You laughed lightly and his childish behaviour.

As you poured all the ingredients into the ceramic bowl you felt Timothée's presence behind you, bending down and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You proceeded to give him instructions on what to do, which he obliged to, wanting to make the baking process as effortless for you as possible until there came a point where he couldn't do anything but watch.

He sat on the marble counter observing the way your hands moved swiftly while pouring the batter into a heart-shaped pan, perking up when he noticed you opening the heated oven. "Done?" He asked quietly "Yup, we gotta check back in twenty minutes though."

Carefully taking his hand in yours, you guide him towards the couch, his bunny slippers dragging on the floor lazily. You sit down taking a strawberry between your lips before biting down. The unusual mixed flavours exploded in your mouth urging you to hum in satisfaction.

"This tastes delicious, Timmy." Your praise brought a smile to his face which he attempted to hyde. "Movie?

He looked down at you for a moment before laying in between your legs and resting his head on your chest. This had always been your favourite position, his heavy body making you feel comforted.

You moved your fingers between his locks of hair, massaging his scalp gently. Timothée's face flexed slightly indicating that your gesture caused him to smile. He played with the hem of your shirt strap before dipping his fingers underneath it and caressing the soft skin of your shoulder. “You seem very quiet today.” You noted half way into the comedy movie.

His frame shifted slightly before pressing a kiss where his face rested. “Im just glad we're together.” You glanced down, in an attempt to read his facial expression but his halo of hair was covering it.  “Awe, look at little Timmy going all soft.” You teased poking his side to which he laughed at. “I guess you bring it out of me.” He said gazing up at you with a million-dollar smile. “God, how dare you be romantic with your girlfriend. You’re starting to gross me out. I think we need to break up.”

You shimmied from underneath, a lazy whine came from him.

The velvet cake steamed from the counter you placed it on, different coloured frosting in your hand as you massaged it slowly “You know.. I've been trying to do my worse but I guess I don't have it in me, especially when my girlfriend always checks up on me and makes me laugh-” his voice gradually got louder the closer he moved towards you “She treats me well.. I love it when she makes sure I ate enough when she makes me lavender rose tea with a touch of honey when she notices I'm stressed, how she kisses my cheek in public because she's too shy to kiss me on the lips-”

Timothée turned your body towards him before guiding you to sit on the counter, his fingers detangling the silk belt that kept your robe closed causing it to slightly fall from your shoulders. His arms wrapped around you from underneath the gown, his rosy nose brushing against yours gently “But I especially love the way she makes me feel.”

You hum in question, a visible grin on your face “She makes me feel warm inside. When I see her, I see the reason why I've been looking at everything through rose coloured glasses. Why I feel so happy to be alive.” He sighs as you traced his scattered freckles “Every time she smiles I need to take a step back and just say ‘Wow..this woman is with me. How did I manage to do something like that? How is it that she loves me as much as I love her?’, every single time.” He whispered 

“It's charity work, I know.”

He laughed wholeheartedly causing you to do the same. Your cold fingertips gathered some frosting before lightly pressing it on his lips. Stealing a kiss from him. Sweet and stained with emotion.

His heavy breathing mixing with yours, fanning each other's faces harshly but somehow gently at the same time before you pulled away. “I love you, Timmy.”

“And I love you.”

۵

[softinkshadows]

drunken wrong room encounters w adultrio (x female reader)

Disclaimer: contains some lime-y content! HISOKA

The elevator at Heaven’s Arena dinged softly as its doors opened to the 200th floor. Flushed with a giddy smile on your face, your heart was full from the night’s festivities. Today you scored your 4th win on the 200th floor, and took to a nearby bar afterwards to celebrate. Being one of the only female fighters on the floor, you were swarmed with many fans; you smiled to yourself remembering  the cheers and ruckus from everyone at the bar, hands offering you yet another shot, loud hooting when you downed them all as you found yourself happily egged on to take one too many drinks. Thankfully the corridor was well-lit, if not you’d have trouble finding your way back to your room. You turned the door handle, going inside.  Did I forget to turn off the bathroom light? you wondered absentmindedly, kicking off your shoes. The room smelled a little different - sweeter? There was a scent of damask rose, but you brushed it off. You hummed a small tune as you started to undress yourself for the night, stripping yourself of your pants and outershirts (a little dirtied from the fight earlier) and laying them over the armchair at the room desk, finally only clad in a fitted neoprene tank top and underwear. You sighed a little, steadying yourself with the desk in order to stand up straight when you felt a rush of heat behind you. Strong arms pinned your hands to the desk as you felt the immobilizing weight of another body leaning against you from behind, the scent of roses now wafting heavily close. In your disorientation you felt the texture of a soft bath towel against your butt. “Eh?? Who the hell -” your protests were cut short as the strong limbs flipped you around, maintaining their grip on your wrists. “My, my, it seems like someone went into the wrong room.” A voice purred. You were spun around to face none other than the strongest fighter at Heavens Arena. His striking red hair fell in a damp tangle around his face, still dripping wet from the shower. Your eyes followed the thin trickles of water, as it fell onto his bare, sculpted torso. “Hi-hisoka!” you gasped aloud both in shock at in the embarrassment of the man who was barely clothed and leaning over you on the desk. You felt your face flush with warmth, your head still spinning from the effect of alcohol. He moved closer, golden eyes glinting with mischief, until his face was barely inches away from yours. “I saw your fight earlier, you were.. good,” he emphasized the last word, his lips curling into a smirk. The slight suggestiveness, his piercing eyes, the proximity of his body were enough to make you more flustered, as a strange heat began to pool in your abdomen. “Wait- wh-what is thi- I’m gonna kill y-you,” you stammered incoherently. Hisoka leaned towards your ear. 

“Would you like me to... stop?” he whispered, biting on your ear lobe. “A-ah!” you gasped, feeling a tinge of arousal creeping between your legs. He moved downwards to breathe lightly against your neck. “Yes...” he began, using his tongue to delicately trail your skin, travelling the length from your collarbone to your ear, “or no?” His tongue flicked your ear again. His fingers laced with yours, body pressing into you, the sensation of his tongue making you tremble as you felt the heat between your legs grow. “N-...Ye-..yes,” you struggled to form your words, your mind clouded with a feeling of confusion, irritation and pleasure, along with that heady scent of damask rose.  “Very well.” You heard a chuckle before you felt the world spin a little. Everything was a blur; you being carried bridal style - the lights and airconditioning of the corridor - another door opening and closing - the softness and familiarity of your own bed. You felt exhaustion begin to wash over you, barely making out Hisoka’s chuckled words before he closed the door. “As for a fight... I’ll do you anytime. Come to me when you’re ready, or when you want your clothes back.” ILLUMI “Y/N, are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your room?” Leorio asked, being the gentleman that he was. It was the 287th Hunter Exam, and you managed to clear the 4th round. Now all the participants who passed were on the airship headed from Zevil Island back to the Hunter’s Association building, and you and Leorio had taken to celebrating with rounds of indulgent drinking. “NAH IM OKAY!” you exclaimed exuberantly, even though you were clearly wasted. “Thanks for, y-your hard work todayyyyyyy, Leoleo!” “It’s Leorio!!” he yelled back, irritated but stifling a laugh, before walking towards the other residential wing of the blimp.  “Room 16...17...ah 18...?” you clambered around unsteadily, before finding the door knob. The room was dark save for a rectangular window on one wall, letting in some shafts of moonlight. The bed looked incredibly inviting after a long and tiring day, especially with the physical strain of the last exam round. White soft sheets and a thick fluffy duvet heaped on the large bed. At least there were some perks for getting this far, you thought. Standing by the side of the bed, you stretched your body in exhaustion and satisfaction. “Tsukaretaaaaa~ (trans: I’m so tired~~)” you breathed, removing all your clothes in one fell swoop, letting them fall noisily to the floor. You weren’t going to bother with a shower now, you could deal with that tomorrow. Now, you just needed some quality rest before you’d be raring to go for the last exam round the day after. You pulled the soft duvet up to your chin, ready to drift into deep sleep. Next to you, on the other side of the bed, something stirred. A soft, displeased voice grumbled, “Hisoka, what is it this time...” Someone got up and was now above you, legs on either side of your waist, forearms bent at right angles and pressed to the bed to hold themselves up. “I thought we agreed...” Illumi trailed off, looking down at the person he thought was in his bed, before realizing he had made a mistake. For a moment, he was stunned. “Huh?” “Haah?” You responded, in a drunken drawl. Through your flushed cheeks, and slightly blurred vision, you saw a beautiful man with deep raven-coloured eyes. Long black hair fell silkily down to the pillow, cascading like a veil over your head. You were vaguely aware of his arms on both sides of you, and the proximity of his body to yours, but it didn’t feel intrusive. There was almost a feline lightness to his features and limbs. You were certain that you’d never seen this man before, at least throughout the hunter exam, and you were so sure that you were dreaming. Illumi turned his head to look at the discarded clothes on the floor, before turning back to you. “Ah..” He then realized the state of you resting in his bed, and his eyes wavered a little, his heart leaping just a bit faster than usual. What should he do? How did years of assassin training not prepare him for this? At this point you had made a move to sit up slightly, the duvet falling a little further around you below your chest. “Um...”  his nimble fingers picking up the duvet to cover your chest, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. Enjoying every moment of what you were certain was a dream, you reached up to gently twine your slender fingers in his black hair. “So soft....” you remarked as you felt the strands, your eyes dazzling with awe and inebriation. Your hands made your way to his face, and your fingers moved along his brows, nose, before resting on his cheeks. “So soft~~” you squished his cheeks gently, giggling a little. W-wh-what was that? In a flash, the man above you moved away, and your hands grasped only at air. You sulked out loud a little before falling finally into slumber, letting out a small snore. At the other end of the bed, Illumi was awake, staring at the wall with a strange tingle in his chest, his ears unmistakably red. CHROLLO You’d just about had it. Seething with anger, you pressed your floor button in the hotel lift, leaning back to the wall with your arms crossed. You knew you would have to meet unsavoury people in your job as a reporter, but nothing had readied you for tonight’s event. This gala was attended by the supremely, grossly overpaid upper class, another fundraising event to line the pockets of yet another private trust. The pitiful looks they gave you, their derogatory comments...! Thankfully as part of the job you had a suite in the hotel that hosted the event, and you exploited the complimentary flow of alcohol too... You noticed your suite door ajar, and caught a glimpse of a service cart. Hmph, at least there’s additional room service too, you thought, pushing the door open to enter. The hotel maid caught a glimpse of you, cheeks red from all the wine and champagne, stumbling a little into the suite. Her eyes glanced over towards the master bedroom and back at you, turning embarrassed as if having understood something, before leaving the room hurriedly. 

“ANNOYING RICH PEOPLE!” you yelled to yourself, flinging your shoes near the doorway before collapsing on a large leather sofa. You looked out of the down to floor windows at the glimmering lights of the city, floating hazily before you. You felt one of your dress straps fall past your shoulders, and your black evening gown was already hitched up past your knees, but you didn’t really care. A sound of soft footsteps approached before you saw someone looking down at your lying figure. His black hair fell close to his shoulders, there was a funny cross tattoo on his forehead, his grey eyes piercing and inscrutable. Ah, you remembered him from the gala too, although he was alone most of the time, interacting only with a few select people. Now he had half unbuttoned the vest of his 3-piece suit, and was in the process of loosening his tie. His voice was gentle, but contained a trace of amusement. “Miss, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong room.” “NO YOU’RE IN THE WRONG ROOM!” you yelled in drunken stupor, not even making sense anymore. You sat up disheveled. “PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE ALL THE SAME, LOOKING DOWN ON OTHERS, USING PEOPLE LIKE THEY ARE TOYS AND THEN THROWING THEM AWAY. DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY HUMANITY?” you ranted, not realizing that he had taken a seat on the sofa near you. He propped his head up with one hand resting on the armrest, his eyes twinkling and he gazed at you. Even with his loosened tie, and a dress shirt tucked out, there was something alluring about him, drawing you deeper into an abyss. You couldn’t tell if it was dangerous or just seductive. You didn’t even hear the words you were saying. “AND DAMN YOU AND YOUR GOODLOOKING FACE.” He chuckled to himself, before looking back into your eyes with his steely grey ones.  “And how shall people like me be punished?” he asked softly. You found yourself climbing into his lap, your tousled hair now falling a little out of your bun, you knees between his, as you leaned close to his face. You felt the heat of his body below yours. “LIKE THIS.” Without warning, you raised your hand, and gave his forehead a quick and powerful flick. He didn’t even blink, although his eyes registered some kind of shock. Then Chrollo burst out into a small laugh, running his fingers through his hair. So amusing, he thought to himself. Perhaps I can enjoy myself tonight.

Feeling a little mocked, you continued, spurred by embarrassment, “Y-YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS WITH PEOPLE LIKE YOU? NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY, YOU’RE JUST... EMPTY!” 

Before you knew it, suddenly you were on you back, and Chrollo’s hands gripped both of yours, pinning you down hard. Your words had struck a nerve. Surprised from the movement and his reaction, you were speechless, your cheeks now a little warmer when you realized the position you were in, your dress now hiked up almost to your waist. “Perhaps I can prove you wrong,” he whispered, leaning so close both your lips were almost touching. Chrollo knew, from all the women that threw themselves at him throughout the gala, that any of them would immediately take this chance now. He was craving a little release after all, and by this point, no one would refuse.  Then, you stared at him, face red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, and stuck out your tongue defiantly like a child. With your hands pinned above you, you looked away, pouting. S-so cute! One of Chrollo’s hands flew to shield his face momentarily to stifle a laugh, and a discernible blush covered his cheeks. He stood up from the sofa and straightened out his shirt, walking into the bedroom before returning with an extra duvet. By then, you had dozed off asleep, and he glanced at your weary form. Such an amusing, vulnerable creature. He chuckled, laying the duvet gently over you. “Sleep well tonight, my dear. I’ll be with you in the morning when you wake.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes: I wanted to write the last Chrollo-only one for the previous situation, but somehow this floated into my mind. I found myself internally screaming when writing the Illumi portion becos Hiso-Illu just dropped so casually I’m like... sometimes I’m glad I have this brain 

[mxchellesworld]

Hi! I have a request if that's alright 🥺 can you do a Mgg or a Spencer Reid imagine where he loves on your stretch marks on your thighs & ones on your calves 💓 or one with where you squirt for the first time when you guys have sex & then get insecure about it. Thank you if you're able to! 🥺

Worship- Spencer Reid x Reader

synopsis; in which spencer loves on his girlfriend and shows her just how perfect she is

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation 

i decided a little drabble wasn’t enough and made this into a full fic

a/n: why did this hit me in my soul!! i’m writing this with a plus size reader in mind and combining both ideas, hope you enjoy my love :)

being with spencer reid was amazing in every way possible. from waking up to morning kisses, his goodnight texts when he was gone on cases, even his attempts at cooking, which usually ended up with a messy kitchen and loads of laughter. but the best part would be how beautiful he made you feel. 

you were normally confident in your looks, being old enough to realize that a little extra cushion and stretch marks weren’t a problem at all. you were healthy and absolutely happy. however some days you couldn’t help but let those waves of self doubt wash over you.

spencer had noticed early on. when you woke up his arms were wrapped around you like normal, your back pressed against his chest and his warm hands on your soft tummy. he noticed you were awake by the way you squirmed at the feelings of his hands on you. turning around you were met with his hazel eyes glowing in the light flowing through the window. 

you quickly pressed a kiss to his nose before getting up, your hands going to wrap around your torso that was barley covered by a little tank top. you walked into the bathroom and spencer was left in bed dumbfounded. usually you were all lovey in the morning. where were his extra cuddles? 

he stayed in bed for a little waiting for you to come back. he figured you’d do your morning business so he picked up a book to read knowing you’d be out by the time he finished. but when 20 minutes passed and he didn’t hear any water running or a flush from the bathroom he got up to go check on you. 

he thought maybe you were doing a face mask or painting your nails but what he didn’t expect was for you to be in the mirror examining yourself. to him you looked perfect.

your morning hair messy from a good sleep, tiny tank top putting your soft breasts on display and went down half way down the tummy he liked he rest his head on. the little boy shorts you had on accentuated your behind and don’t let him get started on your thighs, ever so thick and squishy which he loved to have in his hand as he drove or around his head in other situations. 

you were broken out of your self examination when he called out for you, “hey sweetheart, what are we looking at?” he said wrapping his arms around your frame. 

he could feel you squirming again being in his hold.

you sighed and let your hands run from your hips down to the tops of your thighs, “these stupid marks, they’re so ugly.”

spencer was shocked. how could anything about you be ugly. he went to sit on the toilet seat and pulled you to stand in front of him. he started to place little kisses all over the marks on your tummy and let his hands go under the sides of your panties rubbing on your hips. 

“spence what are you doing?” he looked up into your eyes, his auburn ones blown with lust. “trying to show you just how perfect you are.”

he continued his trip of leaving little kisses all over your belly. you pulled him away by tugging a little on his hair. leaning down you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “i appreciate the effort handsome, but im anything but perfect. just look at me.”

his hands moved up to your waist, “i am looking at you y/n/n. you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever known, inside and out. no amount of marks would ever make me think any different.” 

your heart fluttered at his words. the sincerity of his tone topped with his large eyes looking up at you like if you hung the moon and stars. he started to stand up and pulled you with him back into your bedroom. 

“strip for me pretty girl,” he said as he walked you to the edge of the bed. 

you looked at him hesitantly and he went to caress your face, “please honey, just let me show you how a goddess of your nature should be worshiped. 

your hands went to the bottom of the tank, pulling it up with a swift motion. the vision was something spencer would never get tired of seeing. perfect nipples peaked under the morning chill of the room. his hands went to your hips to help pull your panties down your legs. 

once they were off he threw them somewhere in the room and motioned his head for you to lay back on your pillows. he swore his brain short circuited at the sight of you bare and spread out for him. he followed suit and took off his old tshirt and flannel pajama pants, getting settled in between your legs. 

you looked down and were met with one of your favorite sights. the familiar mop of brown curls in between your thighs with equally brown eyes looking up at you, gauging your reactions. 

“you were made for me angel, and i’ll spend the rest *kiss* of my life *kiss* proving it *kiss* to you *kiss*,” he said making his way from your right thigh over to your left. skipping the area where you needed him most. once he felt like you were ready for him, he let his hand slip through your folds, picking up some of your already dripping essence. 

“spence please,” you whined.

“your wish is my command angel,” with that his tongue went to your folds, liking broad stripes to taste all of you. you moaned at the feeling and let your hand fall to his hair. his middle and ring finger found their way to your slit, easily slipping in and reaching that spot inside of you. spencer had your body memorized and knew how you play you like his favorite game. 

you were swimming in pleasure, his pink lips wrapped around your clit as his long fingers curled and thrusted in your warm heat. while you moaned at his actions he moaned at the taste of you spilling all over his tongue. 

he switched his motions and inserted another finger, making you let out louder whimpers at his actions. he let go of your clit to look up at you. he thought you looked absolutely breath taking, sheen of sweet glistening on your forehead and your face contorted in the pleasure that he was giving you. not to mention your chest rising up and down from your erratic breathing. 

he would tell you were close from how you were starting to clench around his fingers. “cmon pretty girl, i know you’re close. let go for me.” his other hand went to rub circles on your clit as his eyes stayed on you, wanting to have a full view of you cumming embedded in his memory. 

his words set you off and the knot in your tummy broke. you came with a loud moan of his name along with a string of curses. you tried to shut your legs but his lanky figure stopped you from doing so.

“hey y/n/n can you give me one more?” you nodded as he leaned down to press a kiss on your sweaty forehead. “always so good for me angel.”

he was painfully hard from watching you writhe in pleasure and was sure he wouldn’t last long but he was set on making his point absolutely known that you deserved to be worshiped. 

swiping his length through your folds, you both gasped at the feeling. your thighs wrapped around his frame to pull him closer to you. he slipped in with ease and leaned down on his elbows so he was face to face with you. 

his thrusts started out painfully slow. letting you feel inch by heavenly inch of his thick cock. you loved when he was vocal, letting out groans and moans at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. his head fell to the crook of your neck and you could feel him bit down on your shoulder. 

your hands went to his back leaving little scratches at the feeling of him hitting the spot inside that made you see stars. the whole feeling was other worldly, being enveloped in his peppermint scent, the sounds of your mixed moans and skin slapping filled the room. 

his thrusts sped up and you felt the knot in your tummy return but this one was different. almost like a full sensation. “im so close spence, want you to cum in me baby,” you let out between little whimpers. 

“im right there sweetheart, make yourself cum for me.” your hand reached down to where you were both connected to rub on your clit, bringing you to your sweet release. however as he kept thrusting to reach his own your felt yourself let go even more. your essence gushing out down onto the sheets. 

your walls clenching during your release led him to his end, spilling inside of you. as he slowed down he looked at you, face towards the side looking away from him. 

“y/n whats wrong?” he asked rubbing your shoulder before pulling out slowly. 

“that was so embarrassing.” was confused at what you meant until he looked down to see the wet spot between your legs. 

“hey hey don’t worry,” he said wrapping you in his arms. “thats completely natural and just proves i did my job in worshiping you how i should.” 

you snorted at his confidence and pressed a kiss to his chest before pulling away. 

“why don’t you go start a bath while i change the sheets?’ he asked pushing some hair behind your ear. 

you nodded and made your way to the bathroom on shaky legs. this time when you looked in the mirror you saw nothing but faint love bites and a body worth being treated as such. 

[definitelyseven]

deal | six (m)

summary: when your step-mom unexpectedly offers you a deal you can’t resist, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine by seducing her potential suitor, Im Jaebum.

one (m) | two | three (m) | four (m) | five | six (m) | seven | eight (m) | nine | ten | eleven | twelve (m) | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen - final |

You tossed his shirt across the bathroom floor before reaching for his sweatpants. Your hands slides down his torso, tracing over his abs and down his happy trial. You bit your lip, gazing up at him as you palmed him through his pants. His member became more prominent under his sweatpants. Jaebum hisses at the warmth of your hand on him.

You could still back down if you wanted to. You didn’t have to fuck him nor do you have to do anymore harm to Eunbi than you already have. But what has she done for you besides steal everything you love? She will never be a good mother to Minguk, and she only loved him for his money. 

It wasn’t like he was pushing you away or doing anything to stop you. 

If you were lucky enough, you would’ve been the one to been with him now instead of her. If he went back to the gym the next day like you had everyday after meeting him, you would’ve been with him. 

You removed your panties in front of him and walked towards the bathtub, dragging him behind you. You reached down and dipped your fingers into the water - the temperature was just perfect. Jaebum removes his boxers and guides you to join him inside the bathtub. He pulls you close to his body; back against his chest with all your weight on him. You could feel his half-hardened member press against your back. His hands wandered all over your body, but avoided the places you wanted to be touched the most. 

You let out a small whine. 

“What is it baby?” he whispered against your ear. The only sound that came out of your lips was a small moan. “Tell me,” he demanded.

“T-touch me,” you begged. His touches along with the hot water made you weak and your core tingle. 

“I am touching you,” he teased. Jaebum glides his tongue up your neck and towards your earlobe. A moan escapes your lips as he flicks his tongue against your earlobe, gently sucking and nibbling on it. You squeezed your thighs together in attempt to create some type of friction against your core. “Shhh...be a good girl and spread those legs for me,” he whispered in your ears. You shuddered at his words, but do as he says. Jaebum run his hands up and down your inner thighs, stopping right at your core. 

He made you weak. His fingers danced against your core, massaging your folds and spreading them apart exposing your sensitive bud to the hot water. You thrusted forward, squirming at the new sensation. “You’ll be a good girl for me, right?” You swore you could taste blood in your mouth from how hard you were biting down on your lip. “Answer me baby.”

“Y-yes...” you whimpered. “I’ll be good,” you moaned, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Now I know you think dirty thoughts about daddy. Show me,” he demanded. This catches you off guard. How did he know you masturbated to the thought of him? “Now,” Jaebum demanded in a low voice. 

Your hand made its way down to your core; your legs already spread and wet. You traced your finger up and down your core, coating your folds with your thick juices. “Don’t hold it in. Let me hear you.”

With every demand, you listened obediently. You rubbed your pussy in wide circular motions. “Jae...” you let out, shutting your eyes. The warm water felt so good against your core. You inserted two fingers in yourself, immediately throwing your head back onto his shoulder in pleasure. You pumped your fingers in and out of your pussy, curving your fingers upward to search for your sweet spot. Jaebum was the only person that has every been able to find it which was also one of the main reasons touching yourself never felt as good. “Fuck, daddy it feels so good...” you whimpered, spreading your legs further apart.

Jaebum watched as you moved your fingers in and out of your own pussy. His cock was harder than ever, slightly twitching at the sight of you pleasuring yourself. He dreamnt of this too. He imagined you taking his cock with your mouth and milking him dry. He imagined fucking you till you’re sore, till you’re screaming his name and begging for him to stop.

Jaebum couldn’t hold back anymore. He wanted to have you now.

He turns you around to face him so he can get a good view of you pleasuring yourself. You continued to move your own fingers in and out of yourself, slightly bouncing on your fingers as you whimpered for release. “Now tell me how badly you want me to touch you,” he whispered in your ear again. His lips ran across your neck, leaving subtle sucks across your collar bone and your jaw line. Jaebum cups your face in his hands, pulling your lips down to his. It was as soft and sweet as you remembered. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip before taking them in between his teeth. You moan again.

“Please touch me,” you begged, tears falling from the corner of your eyes from pleasure.

He removed your fingers out of your pussy and quickly replaced them with his own. His fingers were thicker and much longer than yours. “Fuck...” you whimpered again, throwing your head back. Finally having him touch you pushed you closer to the edge.

“You like that baby?” he asked in his low voice again, turning you on even more.

You moaned, “Yes Daddy...it feels so good.” You moaned, bouncing on his fingers as you chased for your own release. Jaebum watched your face contort in pleasure and your tits bounce in and out of the water. 

“You look so good baby,” he whispered grazing his teeth over your neck. You moaned again, feeling your core clench on his fingers. You hold onto his shoulder as your body begins to twitch from the overstimulation. You continued to whine in pleasure. He feels your pussy tighten around his fingers so he curves them upward, quickly finding your sweet spot. A loud moan escape your lips as you lean yourself on him. 

“Daddy...” you whimpered. “I’m close,” you cried out. Jaebum removes his fingers out of your core and picks you up out of the tub. He wraps a towel around your naked body before stroking your cheek with his thumb and leaning down to kiss you. You imagined kissing him in every one of your dreams - he was soft and caring. It was romantic. 

Jaebum guides you towards the bed making you lay down in between the pillows. He removes the towel around your body before climbing in between your legs. Your pussy was still wet and convulsing from earlier. Jaebum leans down to your core, blowing a breath of cold air in between your legs. He teases you, leaving wet kisses along your inner thighs. You whined to be touched. “Jae please...” you begged before he takes you in his mouth. His tongue flicks over your clit as he sucks up all your juices. His tongue works every inch of your core, nibbling on your folds. You run your fingers through his hair as you thrusted your hips upward. With his face buried in your core, you feel his nose rub against your clit providing just the stimulation you were yearning for. Jaebum inserts his fingers in your core, pumping in and out vigorously as he sucks on your clit. “Fuck, I’m so close...” you groaned, squirming. He holds you down by your waist as he continues to work his magic on your core. “Fuck...” you moaned thrusting upwards before cumming all over his fingers and face.

Jaebum lifts his head away from your core; his face covered in your juices. You closed your legs together, feeling your core still convulsing in pleasure. “You taste just as sweet as I remembered princess,” he compliments, making you blush. “Open your mouth for me,” he asked. Once again, you do so obediently. He sticks his fingers that were covered in your juices in your mouth. You twirled your tongue along his fingers, sucking on your own juices. 

“Mmm...” you moaned, looking up at him with lustful eyes. His cock was hard as a rock, pre-cum visibly leaking out of his slit. You reached forward to grab it in your hands. You rubbed his pre-cum over his tip before gathering a pool of saliva in your mouth and letting it drip onto his cock. He watches you attentively. You pumped his cock slowly and occasionally applying pressure to your grip. 

"Use that pretty little mouth of yours for me,” he said, grabbing your hair in a ponytail. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue in front of him. You placed his cock in your mouth, slowly licking it upwards, swirling your tongue over the tip of his cock. Your lips wrapped around his cock, slowly inching down to his base. Jaebum moans at the feeling of your mouth on his cock. He guides your mouth further down his cock making you choke. He loved the feeling of your throat closing in on his tip, and feeling you choke on him. You moaned sending vibrations against his cock. “You’re doing so well,” he moans out while stroking your cheek that was covered in tears. “You like choking on daddy’s cock?” You nodded as he thrusted his hips forward making you choke once again. He lifts you up away from his cock till your straddling him. Jaebum runs his thumb over your chin, wiping away the saliva that was dripping down your chin. “So pretty like this,” he smirked, pulling you down to kiss him. You smiled in between the kiss as he pulls your body close to his, arms wrapped tightly on your waist with his chest against yours.

He was taking his time with you. The both of you kissed till you were breathless, only pulling away when you needed air. You leaned your forehead on his, wrapping your arms around his neck before he guides you to sit on his cock. The both of you let out a loud moan feeling his thick cock stretch you out. “You’re so tight,” he groaned, spreading your legs further apart to take the rest of him in. You let out a whimper once you reached the base of his cock. It was so much better than you had remembered; than you had dreamnt of. You moved up and down on his cock, feeling the tip of his cock hit so far in your core.

“Daddy...” you moaned out loud, holding onto the headboard. He moves in sync with you; thrusting his hips forward to meet you. “Harder,” you begged. Jaebum picks up his pace; with each thrust he pushes himself further into you. The only sound that filled the room was your skin slapping against his and the moans that came out of your mouths. He picks you up from his lap, slipping out of you before flipping you onto your stomach. 

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamnt of taking you like this,” he whispered in your ear before thrusting back into you. You threw your head back moaning in pleasure. Jaebum grabs your ass, squeezing them as he rams himself in and out of you over and over again. The pit in your stomach grows as you scream out loud in pleasure. He brushes your hair to one slide, exposing your back as he leans down to leave wet kiss all across your shoulder blade. His teeth grazes the nape of your neck whispering dirty thoughts in your ear. 

You felt your core begin to clench on his cock, signaling that you were close to cumming. Your hands gripped the comforter as your body began to shake in pleasure. “I’m cumming,” you whined. Jaebum takes your hand in his, holding onto it tightly, as he drills into you. With his free hand, he reaches for your core, teasing and rubbing your clit. Your body begins to tremble, shaking from the overstimulation. You yelped out loud as you came on his cock. Your body twitches and convulses underneath him.

“Almost there baby,” he said leaning his whole body on yours. His movements become sloppy and short as he chases for his own release. His thrusts were so rough that the bed begins to shake. “Uhhh...” he groans as you feel his hot seed squirt into you. You let out a satisfied moan, clenching your core to milk him dry. “Fuck baby.”

“Hmmmm...” you moaned. He slows down his thrusts as he finishes cumming inside you. 

“Be a good girl and hold all that in for me,” he says, slipping out of you. You moaned with your core still clenched to hold in all his cum. Jaebum flips you over to your back and you let out a small whine. Your legs were shaking from the orgasm he just gave you. He knows you’re tired and that you’re overstimulated, but he liked seeing you all fucked out like this. Jaebum rubs your legs up and down, smirking at how your legs shook. He spreads your legs apart once again, examining your swollen wet pussy. He watches your core clench on nothing in attempt to hold in his cum like he had asked you too. “Such a good girl...” he smirks before sticking a finger in your tight pussy. He twirls his finger in you, watching the cum spill out of your pussy. “You look so pretty like this,” he compliments again. 

You can’t help but blush at all the compliments he was giving you. Jaebum sticks another finger in you, pumping in and out as he watches your face contort in pleasure again. His thumb reaches for your clit, flicking and applying pressure on your bud. You were already exhausted from the previous orgasms and you were unsure if you could cum again, but he made you feel so good. 

One simple touch made your pussy wet. One simple tease had you dripping. 

“I don’t think I can anymore,” you begged, tears falling from the corner of your eyes.

“Yes you can baby. I can feel your core clenching on my fingers already,” he said before diving into your core. His tongue works strategically over your core, devouring every inch of your wet pussy. Jaebum takes your clit in his mouth, flicking his tongue against your bud and sucking on it roughly. You squirm underneath him, thrusting your hips upward as you felt yourself close to orgasm again. He holds you still by pushing your waist down. Jaebum slips a third finger in your tight pussy, curling his fingers upward to reach your sweet spot. Your hand reaches for the hand that was holding you down; grabbing onto it tightly as you came for the third time that night. 

Jaebum lifts his head from your core and hovers over you. “This will be our dirty little secret.”

“Yes daddy,” you said batting your eyes innocently. He smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. Jaebum pulls the comforter over your naked bodies, pulling you close to him.

You lay your head gently on his chest as he strokes your back to calm you down. “Tired?” he whispered. You nodded, snuggling closer to him. He chuckles lightly before leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Goodnight princess.”

a little note from jennie: they finally smashed just like many people requested! the smut is just beginning. be prepared hehe

[peculiarmindset]

Here’s my fic :)

" Your still at it? Work ended hours ago come sit with me.", he whined.

Draco barely looked up from his paper, giving a half hearted answer. " Give me a few more minutes...", he said tapping away at the edge of his desk.

" Come onnn. We work all day lets relax a bit.", Harry sat up a bit growing more passionate.

Draco rolled his eyes. " Well I do atleast, you think being an Auror is easy"

" No of course not I know that its just - " Harry was interrupted by a loud growl emanating from his stomach.

" Hungry?", Draco teased. " You just had a snack a few minutes ago didnt you?", he watched his partners facial expression change from uncomfortable to mischievous as he cocked his leg to the side and let out a bubbly, barely audible fart.

"Nope.", Harry said smuggly.

" Thats digusting Harry.", he complained burying his head in his stack of papers.

" Yep, bet you cant do better.", Harry challenged him. He had no doubt in his mind that Draco could do better, he just wanted to see him try. He knew for a fact that Draco held his farts in all day long and work. AND he also knew that Draco hated farting infront of him, so much so that his ass sounded like trumpeter all night.

"I CAN do better, I just have some dignity unlike -", he was cut off by the sound of another one of harrys farts. This one was louder and tempered of at the end, like it was running out of air.

" All im gathering is that you couldnt." Harry pushed.

Draco spinned around in his chair to face Harry. " You know what..." he said deciding that besting harry is more valuable than his dignity. He lifted his ass slightly from his soft leather chair, casually assaulting its seat with his foul wind.

PRRRPPT!

Harry smirked, revelling at the fact that he got Draco out of his shell.

" Weak.", he retorted. Harrys stomach muscles visibly tensed as he let out a rumbly fart.

Draco wrapped his hands around his knee, pulling it into his torso. A long bubbly fart rolled its way out of him for what felt like 10 minutes.

" Ahhh. Whos weak now." Harry walked over to Draco and took a seat on his lap.

" Still you." Harry said as he ripped one right onto Dracos unsuspecting lap.

" Your a pest, you know.", Draco couldnt help but laugh as he kissed his boyfriends cheek.

" You love me though."

" That I do"

*Thank you so much for writing me something- I loved it! 🥰 Also, fun fact: I actually wrote me own Drarry fart contest- it’s pretty epic and it’s in one of the future chapters of Pureblood Plumbling. So look forward to it 😉 If anyone else wants to write me what I requested in my pinned post, then please feel free to! I’ll reciprocate back 😘

**Also, the reason why I was able to crank out this drabble quickly was because I’ve been slowly working on it for a while now (I had a feeling someone would ask for face-farting so I had to be prepared). I’m just saying this so in case someone wants to write me something as well, most likely it’ll take me a bit longer to give you a drabble back 😅

“Ohhhh…Harry.”

Draco moaned in Harry’s mouth, their tongues sliding against one another’s, sucking as if wanting to devour the other.

Harry’s lips slowly slid away as he nibbled across Draco’s cheek and moved down to suckle at a sweet spot that Draco had on his neck, making the blonde moan even louder.

“Turn around, love.” Harry urged. Draco readily did so and Harry looked with hungry eyes as the sight of the blonde on his knees and hands, wearing nothing but his underwear, bent over so his glorious arse was facing right in front of Harry was tantalizing.

Harry, who was completely nude himself, leaned forward to give a playful bite on one of his lover’s clothed bum cheeks.

Just as he went to give the other cheek another bite, he heard Draco’s stomach give a loud growl.

All he heard was Draco’s alarmed voice saying, “Harry, wait! I’m about to-“ and suddenly a loud burst of air erupted all over Harry’s face, the earthy smell of musk mixed with rotten eggs encasing him.

Harry coughed, blinking in surprise as Draco turned around, his face red in horror.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t- I didn’t mean- oh Merlin, I knew I shouldn’t have eaten all those baked beans!” Draco stuttered, looking back and forth between Harry’s face and the door, wanting to run away and cry.

Harry stared at him with wide eyes, his mind going in circles. There was only one thought he had.

“Do it again.”

Draco froze as he looked back at Harry. “What?”

“I liked it. Do it again.” Harry repeated, almost demanded this time.

As Draco continued to look at him with eyes wide like a doe, Harry gently turned his boyfriend around and brought him back to the same position as before.

“…Harry?” He heard Draco ask hesitantly.

Harry rubbed his face over his lover’s underwear-covered bum, straying right over where his arsehole was. He reach over and splayed his hand over the other’s belly, feeling the rumbles underneath his palm.

“Just let it go, Draco. Please.” When Draco did nothing, still confused about what was going on, Harry decided to take matters into his own hands (literally) and pushed his hand right into the other’s stomach.

He heard Draco gasp and another brassy fart was let loose into Harry’s face.

Bbbbrrrrrrrrrttttttt!

They both moaned, Draco from the relief and embarrassment while Harry due to the sheer euphoria and intensity of the smell that hit him directly.

Harry continued to press down and squeeze Draco’s belly, forcing out all the gas that was trapped inside his lover to come out.

Draco’s moans were heard over and over throughout their bedroom, loud emissions from his rear end repeatedly bursting forth.

Harry’s groans were also heard, sounding almost tortured as the bubbly, almost booming sounds and the primal stench of his lover’s gas made him shiver in a mixture of delight and disgust.

At one point, Harry even lowered the blonde’s briefs and his eyes had practically burned in hot desire as he watched Draco’s hole literally open and practically shake as a large fart exited from him, the blonde’s bum shaking slightly from the power behind his fart.

It was madness.

Harry couldn’t get enough.

Harry grabbed his lover’s arse in his strong hands and shoved his nose right up his lover’s hole.

He let out another groan as Draco’s next farts went directly into his own body, the smell entering into his nostrils as he could literally feel Draco’s warm and slightly moist air hit his face, trapping him so he couldn’t escape from the other’s farts even if he wanted to.

This continued on for quite some time, the room filled with loud moaning and choking sounds as Draco continued to gas out Harry.

Finally, it seemed like Draco had finally ran out of gas- his farts getting softer and airier as they came along. Harry was fine with this since he now had time to catch his breath.

Both boys eventually shifted their bodies until they were laying down, facing one another, looking at each other with molten eyes as they panted and tried to get their heavy breathing under control, their minds still swirling from an overload of sensations.

When things had calmed down once more, Harry lazily wrapped an arm over the other while Draco curled into him cozily.

When Harry leaned forward to give Draco a kiss, Draco grimaced and leaned his face away.

“Oh no, no way am I gonna kiss you right now. Not after knowing where your face has been.” Draco pointed out, raising an eyebrow at his lover.

Harry only grinned.

They cuddled together for a bit more, both of them feeling a little shy but more accepting in what had just transpired between them.

Then another growl came from Draco’s stomach.

They both looked at each other.

“Ready for round two?” Draco asked suggestively.

Harry’s eyes glinted as he nodded.

***Goodness, I forgot how hard it was to write (kinda?) smut 😅 And godddd…writing face-farting is hard. But I hope you enjoyed this story and if you or anyone else wants to write me a fic (see pinned post above) please feel free to do so- in exchange, I’ll write you a Drarry drabble or post one of my drabbles that I have saved up from other fandoms. (But no more face-farting for the time being please- I don’t think I can write another one so soon 😆)

[8unnieswrld]

5 more minutes (Johnny Suh x Reader)

Word count: 1.8k

Requests: “Kiss me again” + “lol why u so short?”

Warnings: none shit is so cute

A/N: im literally so stupid i posted this but messed up in structure so i deleted it and took a week to redo it

You could feel a soft vibration coming from under your back as it shocks you from your sleep. The noise causes your heart to race as you roll over to reach for your phone. You couldn't even possibly begin to think who would be calling you, first thing in the morning. Nevertheless, silently cursing at them while thrashing your legs about angrily.

“Hello?” You grumble, head thumping as you roll over, placing your phone to your ear as you close your eyes once again.

“Y/N where are you? It's been 30 minutes and I-” You heard your boyfriend speak from the other side of the line, the background buzzing with chatter and laughter. Going silent you realise what Johnny was talking about.

You almost screamed at yourself when your eyes shot open, checking the time on your phone. You felt like you could just about kick yourself in the face right now as the large numbers stare you in the face.

11:30am

The ‘punch in the gut’ numbers haunt you as you roll out of bed running towards the bathroom, as best you could.

“Ha ha ha ha ha, the bus was late! Just uh- Let everyone eat first!” You laugh awkwardly. Tumbling into the bathroom, you flinch as the cold tiles touch your warm feet.

“You just woke up, didn't you?” Johnny sighs, chuckling a bit.

“I'm sorry! I set my alarm for 9:30 p.m. instead of a.m.! Tell the boys to start eating and i'll just order later!” You apologize while turning the faucet on the highest setting due to sheer panic, the abrupt action causing water to splash onto your phone, muffling Johnny’s laughter.

“It’s okay, I could have come and picked you up if you weren't so stubborn. I’ll come pick-” Johnny suggested before you cut him off, yelling.

“No! Babe, please eat first!”

You hear Johnny excuse himself from his bandmates at the table, explaining to them why he was leaving momentarily, causing them to all laugh and coo at you through the phone.

“I'll see you in a bit babe~” Johnny sings, before making kissy noises to the phone and hanging up.

Fuck.

You could not even believe the sheer idiocracy that you felt wrapping around your body as you stared into the mirror, a reflection haunting you.

“You’re so fucking stupid Y/N, you know?” You groan, smacking yourself on the head before violently turning on the faucet, yet again. Brushing your teeth and washing your face felt like a blip as you were running out of the bathroom, immediately towards your ‘I like to keep them in view because they’re pretty’ clothes rack to look for an outfit. Instinctively, you pause for a second to play music before picking your outfit. One that’s comfy enough to wear for a brunch but not too restraining on the stomach. As you were changing in your room you hear Johnny’s car pull up from outside, honking as if he wanted you to be dressed and ready to go when he arrived. You choose to ignore his signal, telling yourself that no one in their right mind could get ready that quickly. Pulling a dress over your head, you hear Johnny begin honking impatiently.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble, frustrated as you stomp towards the window, pulling it open to yell at him at the top of your lungs.

“I'M NOT READY!” You scream, poking your head out of the window slightly. Johnny laughs at this, amused as if you weren't almost an hour late to his best friend's insane engagement brunch. You reach behind your back, struggling to pull up the dress’ zipper. Fast paced footsteps carrying you to the mirror, rapidly spinning to see any potential issue. The sound of the front door closing causes you to flinch, even though you knew it was Johnny. You jiggle the zipper even faster trying to get it up before he walks in. You didn't even know why you wanted the dress up so quickly before he walked in, it's not like he had never seen you naked before, but right now you felt embarrassed and didn't even want to hear a word of it from Johnny. Frustrated, you scream in anger throwing yourself onto the floor in defeat while the non-compliant dress bundles at your feet. Johnny rushes towards your bedroom at the sound of the scream, quickly throwing the door open out of worry. The sight of you sitting in the middle of your room, pink silk dress bundled around you, hair messed up and half wet from washing your face, quickly dismisses his worried thoughts. Johnny could feel his heart soften, cherishing this simple moment in his mind as he smiles, walking over to you before placing you on your feet and zipping up the back of your dress.

Johnny’s hands felt cold on your warm flushed skin, hot from a mixture of anger, embarrassment and adrenaline. You look at him through the mirror, silently staring at him as he brushes your hair, not saying a single word. You had expected him to come in, laughing at you for setting your alarm wrong but I guess he could read your utter distress enough for him to stay silent, understanding. With one swift movement you turn around, hooking your arms around his torso, leaning into him with your face squished against his chest.

“Y/N it’s alright, no one is going to care.” Johnny comforted, stroking your head. You didn't reply, only getting up to walk towards your vanity which held all your makeup. Johnny opens your closet, grabbing a cardigan and an undershirt knowing how cruel the cold weather was to your health. He sits on the edge of your bed, close enough to feel heat radiate from you as he watches you apply makeup to your face. He decides to braid a strand of your hair to pass the time. One strand multiplied into two which then turned into 3. Johnny shuffles a bit, the fabric of his puffer jacket chafing together and creating sounds that faded into the music that continued to play. He pulls out his phone, sneakily taking a picture of you.

“Alright, I'm finished!” You announced, getting up from your seat to turn and look at your boyfriend. He smiles at you before handing you a black turtleneck to wear under your dress.

“You���ll get sick if you don't wear this.”

You roll your eyes, turning around as Johnny unzips your dress. Once you have shifted the straps of your dress off of your arms, Johnny places the turtleneck over your head, allowing you to pull it down and tuck it inside the dress before flattening out the layered material.

“Let's take a picture, we’re matching!” You laugh, finally paying attention to his outfit. Johnny was wearing a dusty pink button up shirt layered with a similar black turtleneck and a jacket. His outfit made you smile, realising that you had both unintentionally coordinated your outfits without communication. You stood in front of your wardrobe mirror, pulling out your phone as you pose awkwardly before Johnny stands next to you. His calming presence causes you to become more relaxed as you pose with him. You both took a couple photos, before you began to pose playfully with one another, completely unaware of the passing time. Johnny picks you up slightly which causes you to laugh as he takes more pictures. You cup his face in your hands as you giggle, staring at him full of love, quickly giving him an unexpected kiss. Johnny drops his phone, eyes wide as you smile, placing a kiss on his lips. He goes in for another before your eyes widen, seeing the time on the wall staring back at you like it had moments before on your phone.

“Johnny! Put me down we’re so late!” You squeal, kicking as you slide yourself off him, grabbing your belongings and his car keys. Johnny feels frustration build up in his chest as he whines playfully. He pulls you towards him once more as he huffs sitting down on your bed, kicking his feet like a child.

“Kiss me again Y/NNNNN~” Johnny whines, looking you in the eyes as he kicks his feet even more.

“Johnny we gotta go, we’re already so late.”

He pouts, eyebrows furrowing as he refuses to move, crossing his arms and puckering his lips. “Kisses. Now.” He demands, keeping up his childish demeanor.

You sigh, rubbing your temples as you move towards him, causing him to happily stand up and pucker his lips again, eyes closed and all.

A frown creeps onto your face. Who in the world would be unable to remember the difference in height between you two?

“Johnny... I literally cannot reach.” You announce, pushing his shoulders down as he laughs.

“Lol, why you so short?” He teases, causing you to hit his chest playfully to which he responded overdramatically by gripping his heart in “pain.” Apologizing, he bends down a bit till his face is just above eye level with you.

“Come on, I'm waiting~” He sings happily moving his body from side to side. You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you cup his face giving him repetitive pecks on the lips. He smiles into the kisses grabbing you by the waist as he pulls you both down, falling on the bed with a physical ‘oomf’. You laugh, but quickly turn to scold him for the sudden action.

“Johnny, we are literally so late! Jaehyun is going to be so upset!” You squeal, pushing his chest in an attempt to get up. Johnny barely moves, only nuzzling his head on top of yours. After repeatedly trying to escape and failing you sigh. Giving into his cuddling, you wrap your arms around his torso.

“Just 5 minutes Y/N. I barely see you.” He pleads, a more serious tone escaping his lips.

You bite your lip in guilt as you knew how far you and Johnny lived apart from one another, due to the fact you both attended different universities.

“Fine…” You mumble, placing a kiss onto his neck, the only place you could reach due to Johnny’s sheer strength and height. Laying in silence you could hear Johnny’s steadying heart beat rhythmically in your ear as you traced circles on his back. The silence was soon interrupted with Johnny’s phone ringing, sending waves of vibration over the entire bed. Johnny picks it up, placing it on his ear as he rolls over again to continue hugging you.

“Hyung! Where the fuck are you?” You could hear Mark question over the phone. Johnny and you both stay silent, looking at each other, desperately searching for a reply.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Uh! Sorry Mark- Traffic’s real bad right now!” You panicked, getting up from the bed while silently motioning Johnny to do the same.

“Damn, the traffic’s that bad right now?” Mark laughs, causing you to facepalm in disbelief that he really believed the lie. “Alright...See you soon!” He greets before hanging up the phone.

“He is so stupid.”

[sckyie]

serenity | tsukishima kei

word count: < 800

genre + warnings: fluff; suggestive but not really (it's your third year btw)

pronouns used: female insert (she/her)

a/n: im working on some things for haikyuu; might finish a todoroki imagine

✎...

Tsukishima fell on his bed after a long practice match with Nekoma. He groaned at the soreness of his body. He unlocks his phone to check the time. He stopped to admire his wallpaper. It was a photo of you sleeping on his lap. Tsukki snickered at the sight and sat up.

After a quick shower, Tsukishima started his homework. It was already late so he didn't bother calling you. He did his homework with the playlist you made him playing on his headphones.

You had already fallen asleep early as it was a long day at school. A hard math test, irritating teachers, and you rarely got to see your boyfriend. The last thing you texted him was before his game.

softie <3: hi babyyyy good luck on your game, i'm exhausted so ill just walk with you in the morning tomorrow. i love you :)

Without thinking, he finished his homework early morning around 2. He stretched from his seat and dreaded sleeping alone. "She's probably dead asleep," He mumbled. Regardless, he got up and slipped on his backpack.

Tsukishima quietly leaves his house and walks to your place. He dials your number as he approached your door step.

"Hm?"

"Open your door."

"What?" Your voice was groggy.

"I'm out front. Come open the door, it's cold."

"Mhm."

You end the call and slowly crawl out of bed. You make your way quietly to the front door while still half asleep. You yawn as you open the door to see your boyfriend snuggled in his hoddie. "Hi baby," You yawned. You rubbed your sleepy eyes as your boyfriend entered the house.

Closing the door behind him, Tsukishima snickered at how tired you looked. "You took that shirt from me," He points out your pajamas. "Let's go to bed now sleepyhead." You dragged your feet as you walked through the hall. Tsukishima shook his head and swooped you off your feet. Almost instantly, you fell asleep in his arms.

He lays you down carefully before pulling off his hoodie. Tsukishima slips his arm under your shoulder and pulls your torso close to him. You snuggle into his chest, softly snoring yourself to sleep. He pecks your cheek before drifting himself to a deep slumber.

Early morning, you wake up with Tsukki snuggled beside you. His eyes flutter open to see you staring at him. "The fuck are you doing in my bed?" You say.

"Good morning to you too, asshole," He chuckled. "You let me in last night and you sounded like an old lady. For all you remember, I could've murdered you."

"Remind me to never let you in my house," You say as you flip over.

"Acting like you don't like me sleeping next to you," Tsukishima pulled you close to him and put his chin on your shoulder. You turned to peck his lips and looked away from him again.

"I wanna sleep more," You muttered.

"Baby, we have class," He pulls his arm up and out from under you. "Get up."

You groan in response as he pulls off the comforter. You sit up and look at your boyfriend. He cups your cheeks and plants a soft kiss on your lips. "I'm going back to bed," You mumble into his lips.

"You promised to walk with me this morning," He says. "You even texted me that."

"Ugh, fine," You got up, letting your sleep shirt fall to your waist. You walked into the restroom, Tsukki following you. He goes over to turn on the shower while you started to brush your teeth. He does the same as the water heats up.

It was normal for you two to shower together. It's not always something sexual when you do. It's peaceful and you enjoy each others company.

One shower later, Tsukishima gets dressed before you while you blowdried your hair. He pulls out your uniform and waited for you to finish in the bathroom. You come out in your underwear and bra to see your boyfriend waiting for you.

He smiles at you and pulls your waist towards him. You stand between his legs and place your hands on his shoulders. "I love you," Tsukishima says. You giggled a bit before placing a kiss on his lips.

"I love you more," You smiled.

✎...

taglist: @amillionfandoms-onlyoneme @just-a-siiimp @d0llpie @elianetsantana

[eternalstann]

hi could i request a smut where reader and tom are best friends and she’s living with him and all the boys during quarantine and they’re both basically oblivious to the fact that they’re both drooling over/pining after each other and all the boys wanna see how long it goes on for and she hears tom having a steamy dream ab her or smth idk take this wherever u want it to go ilysm boo

im a sucker for housemate & domestic Tom ughhh. i love you more thank you for sending this I got you babes 🥺🥰

———-

“TOMMMM!” You screamed.

He’d gotten water all over the bathroom floor again and you were about to take a shower. You listen to his quick footsteps grow closer before he burst in the door. Eyes frantic he scans the room, pausing when they reach your frame covered in nothing but a towel. He took in the way your hair fell, the annoyed look on your face. Then swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips. He forces his eyes back to your face.

“Tom you got water all over the floor again!” You complain, gesturing to the puddles of h2o on the tile.

“Y/N seriously I thought you were hurt..” he rolls his eyes and you glare. “Yes Tom seriously! It’s so gross walking through all of this barefoot, or getting my slippers wet! And, you could cause mold to form. What’s so difficult about closing a fucking shower curtain!” You ask angrily and you didn’t mean to go off like this but you were frustrated.

“There’s three bathrooms in this house just use a different one if it’s such a big deal!” He yells.

You squint your eyes at him and take a deep breathe. “Whatever Tom, just get out” you snap and he turns around, closing the door harder than necessary.

As soon as the door is closed he adjust himselfs in his pants, he was mad... but you looked other worldly. Harrison walking by see’s him and his problem, laughing loudly at his hopeless friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her mate?” he asks, and Tom shushes him.

“Shut up you div she might hear you!” He warns, punching his arm.

“Ow! I’m just trying to help!” He frowns, but they both freeze when they hear the shower cut on through the door.

You don’t know why you went off on Tom like that. Maybe because your feelings for him were getting stronger every day and you were scared to show it? Or maybe because you were reaching critical levels of horniness and it was making you cranky. Probably both you shrug, stepping into the water. The hot pellets beating your skin instantly relax your tense muscles. You rub your neck, sighing, and let your hands wander downwards.

Between the valley of your breast and lower. You don’t stop until your hand is cupping your wet heat and pause, listening for sounds outside the door. You continue when nothing but silence can be heard, unaware of your audience.

Tom and Harrison are still as statues, only turning to look at each other when they hear soft moans echo through the small bathroom.

“This is super pervy, cmon Tom” Harrison drags him away.

“What was that all about?” Tuwaine asks, eyeing his friends coming down the stairs.

“Just a lovers quarrell between Tom and Y/N” Haz waves his hand nonchalantly and Tom denies it immediately.

“We are not lovers!” He clarifies and both his friends smack their teeth.

“No but you wanna be” Harry adds, walking in from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, I’m going to bed” Tom grumps. He trudges up the stairs to his room. He wishes sleep would take him as soon as he lays down but his mind is heavy with thoughts of you. His chest grew tight whenever he heard your name....which was a lot because you lived together. You were all he could think about. The way you looked in your towel, the way you sounded in the shower. The semi he sported earlier was now a full on boner and groaned, trying to ignore it.

Jerking off to the thought of you? How could he look you in the eye after doing something like that? But his brain wouldn’t let him rest. He let his mind wander. To what you’d taste like, or how you talked as you came. Tom didn’t even realize he’d started stroking himself until he heard something clatter in the living room.

‘That’s enough’ he tells himself firmly.

He tosses in his bed a few more times before finally falling asleep. But even in his sleep you wouldn’t leave him alone.

—

You run your fingers through your wet hair and stand at the top of the steps, peaking through to see if you saw Tom. You decided to put your pride aside and apologize.

“Hey guys where’s Tom? I wanted to say...sorry” you explain sheepishly and the boys all gasp.

“You! Say sorry?” Harry laughs and you glare. “I literally cannot remember the last time you apologized to any of us three...” he recalls and just turn on your heel to find Tom; ignoring all their snickering.

You stop in from of Toms room and take a deep breath. Go in, say sorry, get out. You tighten your towel and raise your hand to knock when you see the door is already cracked open. You call his name but hear no response.

You take a half step inside and can’t help the small smile when you see him sleeping peacefully. “Awww” you coo, watching him for a moment. He deserved some rest you think, you were about to turn and leave when you hear him murmur something in his sleep.

“Y/N”

It’s quiet, but you hear it. Your eyes widen, and watch his hips push up against nothing. His face tinted red and lips parted. You keep reeling your self to walk away but your legs won’t move. He was having a wet dream about you! Your hand clamps over your mouth, and you finally force yourself to take a step backwards.

But of course, you lose your footing and hit the ground with a thud. You scramble to get up, but you’re too slow. You hear the bed shift and in three seconds tops a disoriented Tom is pulling his door open and looking down at you.

You stare up at him, trying to ignore the bulge in his shorts and take the hand he offers to you. You both just stand, looking at each other for a moment before he gestures for you to come inside. You sit down on his bed, him beside you.

“I uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I talked to you earlier. It wasn’t that big of a deal and I shouldn’t have yelled” you apologize and e smiles.

“No you’re right, it is kind of gross. But I appreciate it” he laughs, and you do too.

You get quiet again, and try to work up the nerve to ask him, was he really dreaming about you?

“I heard you before I came in...Tom were you having a dream about me?” You rush through your words, nervousness encompassing you. You watch the color drain from his face.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what that was all about and I..” he speaks even faster than you did and you cut him off.

“I thought about you today while I was in the shower” you admit, and you don’t know where this sudden burst of courage came from but you hoped it would see you through.

“I thought about you fucking me from behind. What was your dream about?” You ask and Tom eyes are darker than usual, he was staring at you so intensely and with so much fire you could melt.

“I dreamt the same thing” he whispered. Your breathing quickened as he leaned closer to you. You let yourself fall backwards, and Tom climbs over you. His hands go to you towel, unwrapping it from your body. He’d seen you in close to nothing before, but never like this.

He eyes roam your now bare frame, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he compliments before coming down to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips smack loudly and shamelessly together. You’d imagined this for so long and now it was reality.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, parting lips for second and you squeak out a yes, connecting your lips again. Toms hand runs down your torso, and parts your thighs. You gasp when he runs a finger through your folds and finds your clit.

“Right there baby?” He asks, and you nod; eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He rubs you just right, like you’d done this together a million times. He kisses your collarbone, letting his tongue trace over the raised ridge.

“Tom..” you moan, back arching into his kisses. He goes lower, pulling a nipple between his lips and sucking. You moan again, and Tom quickens his fingers between your legs. Your toes curl into the sheets as you grow closer to your peak.

“Not loud enough” he growls, hand reaching up and wrapping around your throat. “Cum for me Y/N” hums, mouth next to your ear and he squeezes the sides of your throat. You grips his bicep as you cum, squirming while he works you through it.

He lets go of your neck and you pant, trying to catch your breath. You look up at him and watch as he kicks off his shorts. You can’t take take your eyes off his dick, much thicker than you’d expected and your pussy clenches at the thought of it stretching you open.

“Please fuck me Tom” your voice is wobbly, probably from literally being choked you think.

“Fuck, flip over” he instructs and you comply happily. Face down, ass up in Tom Holland’s bed. He slaps your ass and you whimper.

“Look so pretty” he whispers and you dig your nails into the bed when the head of his cock pushes inside of you.

“Jesus Y/N” he groans, pushing in all the way He pulls out slowly, then slides back in. You let out a shaky breath, you felt so full.

“Want you to scream my name like earlier” he chuckles, giving you an extra hard thrust. He keeps up the quick, hard thrusts and you bite your arm to keep from screaming. You feel his hands hands grip your hips tighter and pull you back onto him. You have to lift your head up to breathe before biting your arm again but Tom notices this time.

“Fuck that!” He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pounding you even harder. “Tom I’m gonna cum again” you cry out, and he moans, “Me too, baby”

Tom shifts behind you, the bed creaking. He puts one foot on the mattress, and rails into you. The sound of skin clapping echoes through the room, and you know the boys can hear.

“Tom!” You scream, just like he wanted; and your legs shake as your high washes over you. Tom thrusts sloppily a few more times before cumming inside of you.

You both pant, and Tom lays down beside you. “Do you think they heard?”

“Oh, they definitely heard”

[btxtreads]

👓 seesaw 🕶

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: EUPHORIA (Part 2)

↳ Pairing: Yeonjun/Soobin (?) x Reader

↳ word count: 1.4k words

↳ rating: R-18 

↳ genre: fluff, smut

↳ warning: sighs. ok. fingering, marking, possessive stuff, they’re very annoying and cheesy while stripping each other, tbh it’s just rlly fast bc i wanna write in love porn but ok, he went in raw but she’s on birth control does that count as unprotected? wrap it before u tap it thooooo, there’s mentions of getting tied up and hitting from the back but i didnt write that down lmaoooooooo. I tried to make this as vanilla as possible but Soobin daddy yk what I mean??? There’s not even a blowjob im sad. Anywayz,,,,,, this is the weet woot beep boop dont read if ur babie

They didn’t get very far.

In fact, they were both thankful Soobin’s family had a beach house or else they would have probably been sprawled out on the sea shore by now.

Y/N whimpered as her back bounced on the bed from where Soobin gently plopped her down.

The boy marvelled at the dark purple marks blooming on her neck as he approached, knees caging her body in between his.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Soobin groaned as he climbed on top of her—hands settling on her blouse.

With one swift move, his hands curled around the collars and ripped it apart.

Y/N gaped as the buttons of her expensive blouse flew in various directions.

The boy above her paid no mind that he just ruined one of the first ever clothes he chose for her, and the fact that it was so expensive, and just pulled the shirt open.

He hummed as he leaned down to grope one of her breasts and lay a small kiss on her clavicle.

“Bin—This was my favorite shirt,” Y/N whined as Soobin’s hands snaked under her bra.

“I’ll get you a new one,”

“Yeah, but you got me this one,” Y/N pouted as Soobin smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Well, you got me now,” Soobin chuckled.

Y/N smiled, hands reaching up to grasp his face and pulling him down to meet her lips.

Soobin smiled against her lips, hands moving to pull her blouse and her bra off of her figure—swiftly followed by her skirt until she had nothing to cover her but the thin cloth of her panties.

“You’re still in your clothes, baby,” Y/N groaned, tugging on the buckle of his belt as he kneeled over her torso. “Let me take that off for you,”

Soobin chuckled happily as he tore his shirt off, letting the girl underneath him fumble with the loops of his belt.

As soon as she pulled away, his long leather belt in her hands, he quickly shifted out of his denim pants and settled himself over her—a big bulge in his boxers—as he latched himself on her breasts.

Under the comfort offered by the night and the presence of each other, both teens re-familiarized themselves with the feelings and emotions they both shared with one another.

He pulled off her the thin, damp cloth covering her core, taking a sharp intake of breath as his fingers softly landed on her bud.

“Soobin, please,” She groaned, eyes closing as she felt the first surges of pleasure making it’s way through her body. “Please, please.”

“What?” He asked nonchalantly, a shit-eating grin on his face as if his fingers didn’t press harder on her clit—figure-eights being drawn harder and harder.

“Let me—fingers—go in—“ She spoke in broken sentences, teeth biting down on her lower lip before her eyes flew open.

Her hands clutched on the white linen under her body, her hooded, pleasure-filled eyes locking up with the boy above her.

“Fingers, daddy,” She spoke. “I want your fingers.”

There was a soft hiss from Soobin before he smiled.

“Okay, princess,” He hummed before he plunged his fingers into her heat—two immediately pounding into her.

“Shi—“ Y/N squeaked, head flying back.

“Take it, baby. You can do it,” Soobin cooed, his fingers speeding up it’s motions as he added another finger into the mix. “If you can’t take this, you can’t take me. You can do it, right?”

“Y-Yes,” Y/N whimpered as Soobin’s head leaned down to place a soft kiss on her breast.

“That’s good. What a good girl. So good and tight for me,” he hummed, watching on with amusement as the girl’s body writhed beneath him. “Almost there, baby. Just let it go,”

Y/N moaned, white hot pleasure surging through her veins as Soobin pressed his thumb on her clit with a shit-eating grin on his face.

The girl could only whimper as she slowly climb down on her high—whimpering in sensitivity as Soobin continued to softly pump his fingers with his eyes trained on her core.

“Good?” He cooed as Y/N’s eyes opened again.

“So good,”

“I want to eat you out,” Soobin declared, lips pressing kisses on her neck.

“Please do,”

“Not yet,” Soobin chuckled, hands darting out to cup her face and laying a kiss on her lips. “Maybe later,”

Y/N giggled as replied with the same enthusiasm, continuing her laughter as he pulled away.

“You’re still on birth control, right?” Soobin asked, sweeping her hair out of her face.

“Yeah, Soobin,” Y/N hummed as the boy placed another kiss on her lips, slowly lining himself up with her entrance.

“Good,” Soobin nodded before immediately thrusting in, not giving her time to adjust as he adjusted her leg.

“F-Fuck,” Y/N gasped, eyes rolling back as the boy grunted. “E-Eager,”

“Sorry, I just missed you,” Soobin chuckled, groaning slightly as the girl moved her hips along with his speedy thrusts. “You’re still do fucking tight, all for me,”

“Hm, all yours,” Y/N hummed, soft moans falling out of her mouth. “Just yours,”

The boy groaned at her whimpers and grunts, watching as he slowly made her fall apart at every thrust.

It was in this moment, among many other nights, that Soobin found her the most beautiful—underneath him, singing her love for him as he sung his love out for her too.

This was it, this was his happy ending.

“Faster, faster, faster,” Y/N practically sobbed, whispering his name over and over like it was her lifeline.

“Yeah?” Soobin smiled, hands reaching up to grasp on her breasts.

“Fuck, yes.” She whimpered as Soobin slowed his thrusts, but pumped harder. “Soobin—“

“I love you, Y/N.”

Y/N looked over up at him, mouth open and eyes half-lidded as she stuttered through the pleasure-filled haze in her brain.

“I-I love you too, baby,” Y/N whimpered as she reached up to clutch his arms. “I’m so in love with you,”

Soobin smiled, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Before she could move, he speeded up his thrusts once more—giving the hardest, fastest thrusts he could muster—as he pulled her legs over his neck.

“Soobin!”

The boy only chuckled huskily, fingers making her way down to her clit.

“You’re taking me so good, let go, princess.”

Feeling the tight coil inside her snap, Y/N sobbed out his name—vision turning into nothing but euphoric white.

As she tightened around him, Soobin grunted as he twitched inside of her—releasing ropes of white that painted her walls.

He rode out both of their highs, grunting in exhaustion as he softened in her core.

The girl climbed down from her pleasure-filled state, panting as she looked over at the boy.

“Hi,”

“Hey,”

She smiled as Soobin pulled out of her, laying a soft kiss on her cheek before laying his head on her chest.

“I missed that,” Soobin hummed before kissing her chest. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Y/N smiled, observing the way his body fit perfectly against hers.

His hair tickled her as he buried his head on her chest, placing soft and comforting kisses on her cleavage as he basked in the afterglow of their activities.

“I love you, Soobin,” She whispered, watching him look up at her—love and joy in his eyes.

“I love you too, so much,” He smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m so grateful that you came back to me,”

“I’ll always come back to you,”

“Why?”

Y/N smiled, laughing as the boy pouted at her in confusion.

“Well,” she hummed, sitting up and shifting herself until she’s sitting on his lap. “If you really, really love somebody, you’ll be willing to hurt yourself over and over again for her,”

Soobin smiled as the girl brushed her nose with his.

“And you did that for me, and so much more,” she giggled as the boy placed a peck on her lips. “And I realized that I’d do that for you, too, in a heartbeat. No hesitations.”

Soobin shook his head as he squeezed her waist.

“I don’t think I’ll ever love someone as much as I’ve loved you,” Soobin declared, burying his head in her neck. “I love you,”

Y/N smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering confessions of love on his skin.

“So,” he started, hands roaming down to her thighs.

Y/N laughed as she felt him harden underneath her again—his hands softly kneading her ass.

“Yes, baby?”

“I wanna tie you up and take you from the back again,” Soobin said, setting her back down underneath him on the bed. “Can I?”

At Soobin’s confidence in uttering those words, Y/N laughed—nodding as she offered her arms.

“I’m all yours, daddy,”

Under the shine of the moonlight and soft whispers of his filthy praises, Y/N let herself get lost in him.

[pressedinthepages]

Resfeber (Chapter 2)

Swedish. noun. The restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together.

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Lambert x Reader

Word Count: 2643

Rating: E

Masterlist

a/n: i had a couple of people ask for a continuation/part two to this, and because of who i am as a person, i made it h*rny.

Tags: @whitewolfandthefox​ @havenoffandoms​ @MishaFaye @criminaly-supernatural​ @weathervanes-my-oneandlonely​ @magpie343​ @queenxxxsupreme​ @belalugosisdead​ @persephonehemingway​ @hina-chans-stuff​ @theawkwardpedestrian @a-stumpsexuals-world​

(There is a link on my page where you can be added to my taglist :D)

Warnings: smut, touch sensitivity, touch starvedness, but using it to our advantage ;), come marking, little bit of dirty talk, but im not very good at that so not much XD

You awaken in Lambert’s arms, and you find each other’s touch to be so much more than just comforting.

    Dim light peeks through the windows, little birds chirping the call of a new morning. It’s just enough to rouse you, letting you slowly become aware of the body that you’re wrapped around. You welcome the warmth, a sweet noise falling from deep in your lungs as you shift against your companion. The memories of yesterday come back like honey, lazily filling in the blanks as you wake.

    You shift a bit, dragging your leg along his as you lean to look up at him. Lambert is already awake, peering at you through half-lidded eyes as he smiles.

    “Morning, gorgeous,” he mumbles, his voice rough and tumbled with sleep. You blush, reaching up to brush some hair from where it falls in his eyes. It sticks out wildly, mussed from where he had rested on the pillow. 

    “I’m glad you’re still here,” you whisper, not wanting to bend the comfortable quiet that a lazy morning brings. 

    “Hmm, me too…” he hums, his eyes falling shut as you feel his hand on your back tracing light patterns through your shirt. It’s soothing, you find, the gentleness he gives with just the lightest touch. “Is this alright? I didn’t want to move you and wake you up…”

    You hum, running your own hand down his cheek and following the line of his jaw. “It’s nice, I like feeling your hands on me.”

    You see Lambert’s eyes widen a bit before he tilts his head to the side, not unlike the wolf from his medallion. He lifts the hand that isn’t around your back to your cheek, stopping just short of touching you. 

    “May I?” he asks and you nod, leaning into his touch and letting the sparks fly under the surface of your skin. You shiver a bit from the sensation before you scooch yourself up, nosing into the hollow of his neck as his hand drifts down your arm. Lambert’s fingers intertwine with yours where they rest on his stomach. 

You gently place your lips against the skin of his neck, feeling his breath hitch under your lips when you do.

“I thought you didn’t like to be touched,” he breathes, raspy and gritty with want. 

“Hmm, never said I didn’t like touch,” you whisper, your lips just barely brushing against his ear with every word. “Only that I was sensitive to touch. I’m sure that there are spots that are sensitive on you that are quite pleasurable…”

Your hand slides down the plane of his stomach, finding him hard and straining against his undershorts. You hear Lambert hiss at the faintest glance of your fingers along his length. On your next pass though, you grow bolder, pressing your palm against the thin fabric that just barely conceals his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Lambert bucks into your hand, clenching his jaw with a grunt. You smile against his skin, lightly kissing down his neck before his shirt gets in the way. Suddenly, you’re struck with an idea, and you are weak just thinking about it. 

In the space of a heartbeat you lift off of Lambert, flinging the blanket from the bed and letting the chill of the morning air run across your skin. Lambert lets out an annoyed groan that quickly turns into a choked-off moan when you move to straddle his hips. You let your weight rest on him as he sets his hands on your waist. Lambert is a vision like this, bathed in gentle sunlight and desperate under your fingers. 

He sits himself up, pulling your chest against him as he catches your lips in a bruising kiss. It’s full of teeth and need and hunger, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You feel Lambert’s hands bunch the fabric of your nightgown in their grasp. You can imagine him ripping through the soft material as if it were merely made of thin parchment, and that sends a dizzying wave of arousal straight to your core. 

“Ah, wait,” you murmur into his mouth, pulling back as you catch your breath. You slide your hands under the hem of his undershirt, feeling the taught muscles of his stomach jump and twitch under your fingers. Just before you can lift the shirt over his head he lunges forward, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before he nips and bites along the slope of your neck. 

“Gods, I want you,” Lambert’s stubble scratches along the delicate flesh with his words, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. 

“So do I, dear-” your words cut off with a low moan as you feel him sink his teeth into your pulse point, licking and sucking to soothe the forming mark. “I’d much rather have you naked, though.”

You feel his cock throb against your core, clearly agreeing with you. You move backward, lifting yourself from the bed just out of Lambert’s reach. The wooden floors of your cabin are cool under your bare feet, grounding you as you reach for the hem of your nightgown. You swiftly pull it over your head, letting it float to the floor behind you as your fingers drift lazily over your bare chest.

Lambert’s eyes burn with their intensity, chasing the path of your hands as you openly tease him with your newly exposed skin. The peaks of your breasts are stiff, rolling between your fingers and drawing a breathy gasp from your lungs. You let your eyes rove over Lambert, really wishing that his clothes were literally anywhere else instead of on his body.

“You seem terribly overdressed, darling,” you smirk, lightly thumbing the waist of your underthings. He’s blatantly palming himself through his shorts, a truly delicious grin dancing over the glint of his teeth when he catches your eye. Lambert reaches up, taking the neck of his shirt and lifting it, shucking it from is arms onto the floor. You bite your lip as you take in the new sight, the muscles of his arms swelling as he twists his broad shoulders, the brutal strength of his torso dusted with dark hair and more scars than you can count. 

You hook your fingers into your underthings and slide them down, leaving them where they fall as you step back towards the bed. Lambert moves to touch you but you hold out a hand, stopping him before he can. 

“Can I try something?” you ask, and you see a brief flicker of worry through the lust in Lambert’s eyes. He is at his most vulnerable, and this would be the perfect time for someone to get the upper hand on him and betray his trust. You have no intention of doing that though, pouring as much kindness and comfort into your gaze. You watch as the lump in his throat bobs as he swallows nervously, leaning back to lay on the bed.

“I trust you,” he whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear. Your heart swells with the knowledge of his trust, knowing that it is not something given easily.

“Do me a favor, love,” you walk to the foot of the bed, peering down at him with a lazy smile, “take those off for me, nice and slow.”

Lambert looks up at you then and inhales deeply, a pretty flush decorating his chest and traveling up his neck. You see his eyes darken, leaving only a whisper of gold around a void of black. A naughty smirk dances over his features as he lifts his hips, leisurely sliding the undershorts down his legs. You watch unashamedly, biting your lip as, inch by inch, Lambert becomes bare before you. 

“You’re beautiful,” you sigh, your eyes trailing over the swells of his thighs and up to the length of his cock, aching and weeping with arousal. 

“May I touch you?” You reach out carefully, stopping just shy of his leg.

“Oh gods, please,” the Witcher lying on your bed whines, pulling a giggle from your lips at the frankly ridiculous noise. You let your fingers just barely fall onto his calf, tracing a swirl of lines back and forth up past his knee. Lambert arches into the touch, desperate for more, harder, impatient as you predicted he’d be. 

You tut, pulling your hand away as he tries to increase your pace. “Please? Humor me?” You put your hands on your hips and give him your best chiding look. He stares back at you for a moment, testing you, but when you only raise your eyebrows a little higher he relents, relaxing back onto the pillow. 

“Thank you, just be patient dear,” you murmur, your fingers drifting back to their place at his knee. Lambert hums in acknowledgment, not terribly happy about having to exercise his almost nonexistent patience, but he thinks that he would endure waiting until the day that pigs sprouted wings and flew across the sky if you would just keep touching him. 

You bring your other hand to rest along his other leg, moving your hands in time with one another up towards his hips. You can feel Lambert tremble beneath you, gnawing the inside of his cheek to keep from rushing your exploration. When you continue moving up, avoiding his leaking cock in favor of running your hands through the hair on his chest he huffs, clenching his eyes closed and fisting his hands in the blanket below him. You climb back over him, hovering your hips over his and leaning down, sliding your hands up to the nape of his neck. 

When you let your lips brush against his, Lambert’s resolve finally breaks, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you close. You moan into his mouth, letting him deepen the kiss as you feel his hips rock frantically against you. His hips stutter and a sudden warmness spills over your stomach, slick and heady on your skin. 

“Oh, oh fuck,” Lambert sighs back into the pillow, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Gods, I’m so sorry, I tried to wait, let you lead, but then it was just too much and I couldn’t-”

You silence him with a kiss, knocking his arm away as you cup the sides of his face. His hands find your hips once more, but they are gentle, reverent in their touch as they sweep up and down your sides. 

“I know, I know,” you murmur, smiling down at him as you pull back. You push yourself up to rest on his thighs just below his hips. You can see where Lambert’s seed spilled on the both of your stomachs, a wave of arousal coursing through you at the sight. His cock is still hard where it lays against his hip. You reach down, taking him in your hand and squeezing lightly at the base. 

You run your hand up and down a few times, his fingers tightening on your hips as he grunts. 

“Please, can I-oh fuck, can I just-” Lambert writhes in your grasp, his pupils blown out and a vein in his neck straining against his skin with how tightly he is clenching his jaw.

“Go ahead,” you smile, gasping when he shifts beneath you and flips you both, switching your positions so that he hovers over you. He leans down to kiss you as he slowly pushes himself inside of you, swallowing your moans as you lightly scratch along his back. You can feel him shudder under your nails, hiding into the crook of your neck as he seats himself fully. 

You can feel Lambert everywhere, his teeth glancing along your neck, down your chest to suckle and prod at your breasts. His hands, kneading the plush of your ass where he holds you down to the bed. His chest, pressing against you, and the heat of his breath that drifts lazily over your skin. And the length of his cock, filling you so completely that you’re worried you’ll spill over with want. The burning stretch of your cunt, fading into an ache that can only be quelled by the man above you.

“C’mon, love,” you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair, adorably mussed by sleep and your other activities. Lambert perks up at the nickname, a flash of confusion and denial shrouding his features. You cup his face again and bring him down to you, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts as you clench your walls around him.

“Fucking shit, holy hell,” the curses continue as he begins to move, slowly thrusting his hips into yours. Soon though, his words become a little softer, resting his forehead on yours as his thrusts quicken. 

“Ah, gods, you’re so tight, it’s like you were made just for my cock, I’m not sure I’ll ever be satisfied with anything else, not after you,” his words punctuated by gasps and groans, pulling you oh so close to the edge of your climax. His hips snap relentlessly into you, each time sending a cascade of warmth through your cunt. 

You cant your hips in time with his, chasing your high, and Lambert gives an impish grin before capturing your lips once more and bringing one hand to your heat. He rubs quick, tight little circles around the peak of your core, his hips moving wildly and faster than humanly possible. You can feel his chest rumbling against yours, almost as if he were purring as he fucked you into oblivion. 

“C’mon, c’mon, let go for me, my dove, let go, yessss…” his words carry you over the edge, your hips jerking wildly in his grasp as you lose yourself in the all-encompassing climax. You cry out, low and lusty as your walls clench Lambert’s cock like a vice, squeezing and pulling him to his own release. He pulls out at the last second with a drawn-out groan, rapidly fucking into his own hand as he spends thick ropes of his release above you. He paints you with it, some of it coming as far up as your lips, letting you eagerly dart your tongue to taste him. 

You fall back into the pillows, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Lambert sinks back onto his heels, his cock still spilling over his fingers. 

“My gods,” you whisper in awe, “is it like that every time?” 

Lambert laughs, finally relenting as his cock starts to finally fall limp in his grasp. “Well, it’s always a lot, but not usually this much. I may need a minute…”

“Oh, fuck, I may need a bit longer than a minute, dear,” you chuckle, reaching out to pull him next to you. Lambert only takes your hand in his and places a light kiss to the tips of your fingers before dropping them, climbing off of the bed on only slightly wobbly legs. He grabs his undershirt that he had been wearing and lightly dampens it, bringing it back to you and wiping away the evidence of your joined releases before they can get sticky on your skin. 

He lets the now soiled cloth fall to the floor before climbing back into the bed, falling next to you with a dramatic ‘oomf’ when he hits the pillow.

You turn over so that you’re on your side, facing Lambert where he mirrors you. He’s wearing a goofy smile that only acts to make him that much more adorable, especially considering how rare that grin probably is.

“Will you stay? At least for a little bit?” you whisper, gently running your hand along the edge of his jaw. He hums noncommittally in response, relaxing into your touch and letting his eyes fall closed. Lambert is suddenly exhausted, and he’s glad for the comfortable space that he feels safe enough to be so exposed in. You let him sleep, content to hold him close for as long as you can until he leaves, taking your heart with him.

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Brunette from Mars - (Peter Parker One shot)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of fighting/abuse, FLUFFY AF! 

(This could be read as ftm!peterparker and/or regular MCU Peter Parker)

This one shot is inspired by the song mars by Yungblud. Go give it a listen if you haven't! 

You and the brunette haired boy with deep honey coloured irises quickly became good friends. You commuted to school each morning together after learning you lived in the same apartment in Queens while your first day of highschool in homeroom. You were paired for some lame icebreakers to get to know other students. He had nervously blabbed to you about how he had moved apartments with his aunt over the summer and as you got to know him better over time, he let you know the reason why they moved.

You quickly learned that the brunette was a great listener, quick witted, fairly thoughtful, determined with his studies, had a passion for tinkering with programming and computer tech and secretly kept a picture of Daisy Ridley as Rey from Star Wars in his desk that you won't let him live down. 

Two summers ago, the brunette had quite the glow up that to be honest made your stomach do flips. After returning from a trip to Detroit with his Aunt May to visit family, the brunette came back to school with his braces off and a nice build to him compared to the lanky string bean he was when he had left in that June. 

With this overnight glow up also came this new habit of him flaking on you and really everyone without reasonable explanations. He would come to school with bruised knuckles, scratches on his face, and more often than not bags under his eyes. Although he seemed exhausted, his smile and upbeat self usually didn't seem to waver. His eyes did however seem to say otherwise whenever his honey brown irises met yours. 

Unless he flaked on an important commitment, you didn't display emotions or words for his lack of presence. His world didn't revolve around you and you accepted that. You reminded yourself to try not to hold him back from what he loved because you were a good friend and wanted what was best for him, even if it was draining him. 

"I'm free to study for algebra after dinner tonight." You stated to the brunette, looking past him out the city bus window as the buildings, and trees whirled past you. You weren't looking for an answer at this point, just giving him an open invitation to come over if he had nothing better to do on his Thursday night. You saw him nod out of the corner of your eye as he leaned his head against the pole you both were holding onto and closed his eyes. The bus was quiet this morning as you watched the orange sunrise dance over the brunette's features and could hear the beat of whatever song he was listening to through his headphones. 

A GPS like voice came over the bus intercom as you turned the corner. "Grand Central Parkway at 65th Avenue". You pulled the chord on the side of the bus for the bus driver to stop and gently shook the brunette's shoulder. As you saw his honey coloured eyes once again, you nodded in the direction of the door for you to both get off. 

You were early to school today seeing as you made the transfer bus in time for the first time in forever. Walking through the dewy grass on the field together, you pointed at an open picnic table near the tennis courts. 

Setting your backpack down, you opened it grabbing out two granola bars and an apple. The brunette slumped down beside you to face away from the sun. As he set his coffee on the table, his head immediayley went into his folded arms. You placed one of the granola bars infront of him, and sat facing the courts. Stretched your legs out and crossing your ankles, you flipped through one of your novels, quickly finishing up your AP lit reading before class. 

"Thanks." You heard him pipe up in a monotone voice as he shoved the granola bar in his pocket. You nodded, nose still in your novel. He knew by now that he didn't have to put on an act around you. "We gotta go in, in 20. I'll wake you in 15, kay?" 

He nodded as his head was back in his arms, facing away from you. You heard him let out an audible sigh as you finished up the last of your notes. 

"Pete?" You ask hesitantly, resting your hand on his shoulder. He didn't respond. "You know, you can tell me anything right? I won't push you. The offer still stands. No judgement. Alright?" You say quietly, softly rubbing your hand down his jacket clad back and let it drop off to collect your things and pack up your bag. 

The alarm you set on your phone goes off as you see him prop his head up and wipe his eyes on his sleeve out of the corner of your eye.

'Oh Peter. Sometimes, as close as we are, I wish it didn't feel as though there was a cement wall between us.' You thought to yourself as you scrolled through your phone. As you both stood to walk up to the school, to your surprise, as cold and distant as he had been recently, he pulled you into his side. You wrapped your arms around his torso giving him a quick hug. 

After taking attendance in home room and catching up with MJ about her latest find in the school library, you were dismissed to your first period class. "Leave your window open at 6." You heard the brunette pipe up at your lockers. "Always." You nodded, giving him a small smile before parting ways to your classes. 

You quickly glanced at your alarm clock on your desk reading 8:30 pm. Quickly realizing you were running out of graph paper in your notebook as you flipped to a fresh page, you scribbled down the next practice question. Your headphones blasted one of your new favourite songs as you disconnected them from the bluetooth on your phone to play out loud. "Do you feel like your irrelevant, do you feel like your just scared as fuck.." You quietly sang along, writing a note to get more graph paper in the near future, as you heard a thud from the window beside you. 

Swiveling in your chair, you look up to see the silhouette of the brunette. As he steps into the light of your desk lamp and sits on your bed you can see his eyes are red and his knuckles are beginning to bruise again. He kicks off his sneakers as you hesitantly stand from your chair to go and to sit beside him. 

He immediately buries his face in his hands as he quietly cries. You try your best to not show the hurt on your face from seeing him like this as you gently rub his back. You go to sit behind him up against the wall. You bring your hands around his waist gently holding him, letting your legs dangle on either side of him and rest your head on his shoulder. 

When you no longer hear uneven breathing, you sit back up and one hand goes to the hair on the nape of his neck, softly playing with his locks, while the other gently rubs circles on his back. 

"I'm sorry." You hear him sigh out. "Im so fucking sorry." He pleads as he begins to cry again. "I'm here. Just breathe Pete." You say calmly as you wrap your legs around his waist and hug him tighter. You take deep breaths for him to mimic to try and calm him back down. 

"I keep fucking up Y/n/n, and I don't know what to do anymore." He painfully lets out. You take in his words and quickly think of an appropriate response. "Everyone I try to become close with has ended up hurt or passed away, I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and have to fill his shoes. No matter what decisions I make I still always end up letting someone down. I'm just so fucking tired Y/n." Although his words are a jumbled mess to you, you nod. You let go of the tense brunette and sit beside him. "Take your shirt off and go lie on your stomach." You say to him as he looks at you somewhat confused but does as he's told and props his head up on his folded arms. 

You can see the faded scars and healed wounds on his arms, shoulders and back, wondering who gave these to him. As you sit straddling his waist, your hands go to his shoulders and back massaging his tense and knotted muscles. He lets out a big sigh of relief after realizing what's going on. He softly mewls as you gently work the knots out. Once all the tension in his back and shoulders is gone, you lay close beside the half awake brunette. 

"Thank you." He states sincerely, as he rolls to face you. You know that his words of gratitude are for more than just the back massage. You nod, reaching your hand up to run your hands softly through his locks to relax him further as his eyes flutter shut at your touch. "We're all only capable of so much Pete. Please, don't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. It's a hard pill to swallow but its impossible to win every battle and win everyone over. I know it's easier said than done, and it'll take some time to figure everything out, but I'll be here every step of the way though alright?" You whisper softly, and reach for his hand giving it a squeeze as he nods. "I'll let you get some rest." You sigh out, sitting up, bringing the blanket at the end of the bed over his larger frame and bend down giving a kiss to his temple. "Goodnight love." You whisper.

After another hour and a half of battling through algebra questions, you quietly change into some sweats and open up your netflix account to get your mind off your math problems and your worries of Peter. Picking up your laptop, your half empty waterbottle falls to the floor with a thud. Your gaze darts over to your bed to see the naturally curly headed brunette sound asleep. Your heart flutters as you catch him pull the covers up to his chin and nuzzle his nose into the pillow and blankets while he curls his legs up into the fetal position. You sit on the floor beside your bed as the light from the movie on netflix illuminates your bedroom. You have the subtitles on and the movie on the lowest volume as you rest your back against the bed frame. 

After a few minutes you begin to hear the brunette stir and roll over to face the movie. "Is this that BoxTrolls movie?" You hear him croak out in a deep voice that makes your heart flutter. "No, this one's Paranorman. It's in my top 5." You respond, your gaze still on the screen. You feel his fingers playing with the ends of your hair softly, trying his best not to disturb you even though you've seen this movie more times than you can remember. 

He pushes all of your hair over to one of your shoulders and rests his chin on the opposite one. "You know, you don't have to sit on the floor right? I don't bite Y/n." He states sleepily in your ear. You quickly catch your breath at how close he is as you comprehend the words coming out of his mouth and nod standing. You place your laptop on your desk chair and wheel it over in front of the bed. Looking over to the brunette laying confortably in your bed, he holds the blanket open for you to get in. "One sec." You say as you take off your hoodie, revealing your white tank top underneath that clung to the hills and slopes of your natural curves. You had ditched your bra long before the Brunette had arrived, remembering that it's laying in the clothes hamper and not on your body. You looked back down to see the brunette's arm still holding the blanket open, his honey eyes on you. They slowly wandered down your silhouette to see the loose sweatpants hung low on your hips and back up to meet your gaze. The dark room concealed the deep blush you felt on your cheeks from his gaze. 'Too late now..' you thought as you climbed under the blanket. Your back rested up against Peter's larger frame. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Is this okay y/n/n?" The brunette questioned. You nodded, trying your best to calm your breathing as you felt his warm, gentle touch on your skin. You hoped and prayed he couldn't hear your heartbeat pounding in your chest. 'I feel so safe and at home in his arms but the last thing he needs right now is a girlfriend. And why would he want to be with me anyways. We're just friends and he probably just needs physical affection from someone right now.' You thought to yourself. 

You let out a soft sigh at your thoughts. "You okay sweetheart?" He asks softly, as you feel his warm lips peck the back of your exposed neck. Your face is on fire at this point. 'He's just tired Y/n. Calm down. Dont say anthing stupid'  "Yeah, I just feel safe in your arms." You murmur loud enough for him to hear. 'Idiot. You ruined it. Shit shit shit.' 

It became deathly quiet between you two. You could hear his breathing, the rain hitting your bedroom window, the cars driving on the street below, your upstairs neighbour walking around their apartment and the dull volume of the movie playing from your laptop.

"Y/n/n?" You heard him whisper.  

You rolled over to face him, burying your face in his chest, breathing in his warm cologne and body wash as you wrapped your arm around his waist and tangled your legs in his. Although you didn't have all the answers you were looking for, this the closest you two had been in over a year and you were happy that he was finally starting to let down his walls. 

He stroked your hair, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. "Goodnight love." He mumbled before all the sounds around you in the silence of your bedroom coaxed you to sleep. 

You had woken up to your alarm at 6:30am to find the spot beside you empty. 

The brunette swore that was the best sleep he had had in months he thought, reminiscing as he climbed down the fire escape after quickly showering and getting ready to meet you before catching the bus. You heard a knock on your window before he slid it open and sat on the sil. He fiddled with tge metro card in his hands as a small smile crept onto his face watching you concentrating on finishing your eyeliner and mascara. You take a step back to look in the mirror to see if your wings are symmetrical, seeing the brunette looking at you with a sheepish grin in the reflection. He looked well rested for once, his eyes kind and soft, glancing at you in adoration. Your heart beats out of your chest as you spin around to look at him. 

"One sec." You say quickly rushing out to the kitchen to grab some food before packing up your bag. Pulling on your coat and beanie, as you walk towards the window sill the brunette is lounging on.

"Before we go, I uhm... forgot to tell you something.. last night." He says looking down at his hands as you reach out gently hold his larger ones. "Y/n.. I uhm-" he looks up at you, scanning your features, trying his best to read your emotions. You see him glance down quickly at your soft lips. 'I can't take this. Screw always being a good friend.' You thought as you leaned in, placing a hand on his cheek and a soft kiss to his lips. Your thumb stroked his cheek as he leaned back in for another. Your forehead rested against his. "Was that what you wanted to tell me?" You asked in a hushed tone, looking down at his lips again. He nodded before giving them another peck. "Uhm.. we better go before we-" "oh.. yeah, your right. Shit!" You say, quickly checking the time on your phone. 

As you dashed down the fire escape and towards the bus stop, his hand never left yours as you jogged behind him giggling at his antics of repeating "Shit" as he saw the bus waiting for you at your stop as you both jogged towards it. You couldn't see it but for the first time in a while, a genuine smile adorned the brunette's face and through whatever he was battling with, knowing you were by his side, there would be plenty more to come.