and that counts as a win

Playing dirty / Chapter 2

Originally posted by adoringdo

Pairing: You / Xiumin / Baekhyun

Type: Smut, explicit language, illegal gambling

Word count: 3,3K

Summary: One night you met Xiumin in an illegal casino and he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse: help him win by cheating and get part of the profit. But one day someone comes in and tests your partnership and relationship. Will you stick with Xiumin? Or will Baekhyun steal you away?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

“I like that smile. You should smile more, it makes you even more beautiful,” he got closer to you.

He stood there for a minute studying you, eyes getting darker. “I’ll tell you what, you can have all of your money back.”

“Really?” a tone mixed with relief and excitment in your voice.

“Yes. But you have to stay at my house for a week,” he smirked.


You stood there with your eyes wide open, not wanting to believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

“You heard me,” he got closer to you and held your chin up with his right hand. “I give you your money back, and in exchange, you keep me company for a week.”

“Who the hell do you think I am?!” You grabbed his arm, freeing your chin. “You think I’m just going to sleep with you to get my money back?”

“Woah, calm down! I just thought you were an interesting girl and I wanted to spend a week with you, nothing more.”

“Well, sorry to ruin your plans, but I have a boyfriend.”

“You mean that guy that just left you crying in this parking lot?”

“Y-yes,” you hesitated.

“You don’t seem so sure,” a grin spread all over his face.

“Well, that’s none of your damn business!” 

“You’re right. It’s not. But it seems to me that the reason he’s mad at you is because of the money you lost to me,” he placed a hand on your arm. “And I’m giving you a chance to solve that.”

You let your eyes wander around looking at anything but his face, while you weighed in your options. You really wanted to get that money back for Xiumin. You wanted to make everything right again. You wanted him to forgive you. But you didn’t know if you could trust this Baekhyun guy. Your inner voice was telling you he was not dangerous, but that voice had already failed you once when it came to him.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to get to know you. I promise,” he reached for you chin once more to make you look at his soothing eyes.

“Fine. But if you even think about hurting me, I promise I’ll kill you,” you threatened.

“Feisty. I like it,” he smirked and recieved a punch in the arm in return. “Ouch! I was just joking,” he said while rubbing his arm up and down on the place where he got hit.

“Don’t do it again.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it sometimes,” he stuck his tongue out in a playful gesture. “By the way, what’s your name?”


“Y/N. I liked it! I’m Byun Baekhyun,” he smiled at you.

You smiled at him. You didn’t want to aknowledge that you knew who he was for fear he would tease you about it.

“So Y/N, shall we go?”


When you arrived at his house your jaw dropped so low you thought it might hit the ground. You knew he must’ve had a lot of money with the amount of luck he has, but this?

His house looked like one of those celebrity mansions you always saw on TV. When you entered through his huge gate your eyes were met by a beautiful fountain surrounded by cobblestone ground. Just behind the fountain was the entrance, with two pillars supporting a balcony above the main door.

After you went in, Baekhyun showed you to the room you would stay in, it was very modern. It had a dark wooden floor and a huge cream carpet under the bed. You had an amazing view of the pool and the garden thanks to the huge sliding glass door that led to another balcony. There was also a bathroom in your room with a big ass tub, which you already planned to use later.

You dropped the bag full of stuff you picked up from your house before coming here on the floor and threw yourself on the bed. This might not be so bad after all.

“Well, I’ll let you get accomodated and rest. See you tomorrow,” he winked at you before turning his back to you and closing the door.

Before you went to try out the tub you decided to call Xiumin so you could tell him that you were getting the money back and that everything was going to be alright.

You gave up after the third try, him not picking up. Fine. You want to be that way, then be that way. You went to take a bath in the tub and quickly fell asleep on the bed.

When you woke up you showered and got dressed and went to the kitchen looking for something to eat. As you came closer to the kitchen you started to feel the smell of pancakes, your mouth watering.

When you entered the kitchen your eyes doubled in size at the sight. Baekhyun was the one making the pancakes, but he was only wearing some loose boxer shorts and nothing else.

“What are you doing?” you said as your eyes fixated on his toned back.

“Good morning! Do you want some pancakes?”

He turned around and your heart almost stopped. Your couldn’t help but to admire his defined abs and chest, and to make everything worse he had that sexy morning bed hair. You had to admit that he was a really good looking guy.

“Like what you see?” He smirked.

You blushed and quickly looked away. “Just shut up and go put on a shirt.”

He got dangerously close to you. “Did I ever tell you that I like bossy girls? It’s just much more pleasurable to break their persona and watch them beg in the bedroom,” he smirked.

Your cheeks were tinted with a shade of pink, eyes wide open. You were so flustered that, if somebody asked, you couldn’t even answer a simple question like ‘what’s 1+1?’. 

He chuckled due to your nonresponsiveness. “I’m going to change. You can eat my pancakes, I’ll make more,” he winked before turning his back and leaving.

After he left you felt your stomach protest with hunger, so you sat down and started eating Baekhyun’s pancakes. They were actually pretty good.

You picked up your phone and stared at it. Xiumin hadn’t called you or sent you any text messages since last night. You went to recent calls and tapped on his contact. The phone rang and rang, but he didn’t answer. You were starting to get worried, had something happen to him?

“He’s still not talking to you?” Baekhyun was now standing behind you, wearing some ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, hair wet from a quick shower.

“It’s none of your business,” you said taking the last bite from the pancakes Baekhyun made.

“It is when he’s treating a girl like you this way.”

“A girl like me? I’m nothing special. I live off of illegal gambling, and the worst part is that I like it. I’m not doing it out of necessity or despair, it fulfills me, gives me a thrill. I’m scum, this is the kind of treatment I deserve. So just let me be, I can take care of myself.”

“Hey,” Baekhyun was now sitting next to you, hand on your shoulder, “No one is perfect. Hell, I’m tainted as fuck. But if I was with a girl that I loved you could be damn sure I would give everything not to see her drop one single tear.”

You both stared at each other for a while, tension building with each second. Each heartbeat pumping harder and louder, heat radiating from your bodies.

“I’ve got to go,” you quickly got up and went to your room, laying on your bed.

Who the hell are you and why are you doing this to me Byun Baekhyun?

The rest of the day passed quickly. Xiumin kept ignoring your calls, and you and Baekhyun barely talked throughout the day, keeping the conversation only to the essentials.

“Can you tell me where are we going? I’m starting to think you’re taking me to the middle of nowhere so you can murder me and dispose of my body”

Baekhyun woke you up early in the morning, saying he wanted to take you somewhere. You threw a pillow at him screaming for him to let you sleep, but he was as excited as puppy to take you on this journey, so you slowly got up, took a shower, ate something and went with him to the car.

“Don’t worry, I plan to kill you quickly. You’re great and all, but I regretted saying I would give you your money back, so you see, this is the only way out.”

“Very funny. Tell me where are we going.” You said while pinching his arm.

“OUCH! We are going skydiving! Can you please stop now?”

“You’re kidding me. I’ve always wanted to do that! How did you know?” You couldn’t control your excitement.

“Yesterday you said illegal gambling gave you a thrill, so I just put two and two together and thought maybe you would like to go skydiving.” He smiled at you.

“Byun Baekhyun,” you put your hand on his right arm. “I know we barely know each other, but you are now my favourite person ever.”

“Really?” The corners of his mouth lifted, giving him the birghtest smile ever. “I’m honored.”

When you were up there in the plane ready to jump you admit that you felt a little nervous. Looking down at the ground from far up in the sky makes you see things in a different way, it makes you feel so little, so unimportant.

You were going to be the first one to jump and Baekhyun would be the second. As you sat there at the edge of the plane you looked back at Baekhyun, him giving you a reassuring smile. And then before you knew it, the man who would jump with you let you both go.

All you could feel was the adrenaline charging through you, letting your mind and body go. There are no problems up there, no bills, no jobs, no fights with lovers  – just you and the sky. And before you knew it, it was over. You were back to the ground and back to real life.

You waited for Baekhyun to jump, watching him slowly turn from a small dot in the sky to a normal sized human as he landed on the ground.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! That was fucking amazing!” He said, adrenaline still pumping through him.

“Right? I feel like everything from now on is going to be boring compared to this,” you said as you reached closer to him.

“I have the perfect solution: we come back every week!” he said, his eyes full of excitement. “No. Every day!”

“Calm down Baek,” you laughed at his sillyness. “Don’t you think that’s a little much?”

“Already giving me pet names?” his expression darkened really fast, “I like it.” His face came close to yours, making you blush.

“I-” you avoided eye contact, not knowing what to say. “I think it’s time for us to go home now.” You said trying to get away.

The ride back home was quiet and awkward. You didn’t know how you were growing to like this guy who took your money so quickly, but you were. You felt you could trust him, and that made you angry. Angry because you were letting your guard down for another man when you have Xiumin. 

While laying on your bed, your mind kept running back to Xiumin. Was what you did that bad that he would ignore your calls and texts for days?

You decided to call him again, and as expected you got no answer. Maybe I wasn’t that important to him. Maybe it was just sex and an easy way to make money. Maybe I was expendable, and after I messed up and lost our money that partnership was over.

You decided to go to the pool for a midnight swim. You were tired of spending time thinking about him when he clearly didn’t give a fuck about you or your feelings.

When you reached the garden your ears were met with a beautiful singing voice – It was Baekhyun.

“Don’t lose this moment
We’re going crazy, my lucky lady
This day will be remembered once again
I’m thirsty even now, there’s still so much to give you
I don’t need no money, I just need you
I want you so bad
Lipstick, Chateau, wine color
White champagne, shower with bubbles
It might only be once in my life
My pressed down instincts are popping up
What to do, I just hit the lotto”

“I didn’t know you could sing.” You said while sitting down next to him at the edge of the pool.

“Yeah, I actually always wanted to be a singer as a little kid, but my parents had other plans for me. You know, family business and all.”

“Must be a very large business, for you to have this huge ass mansion.”

“My father runs a lot of illegal establishments, the main one being The Big Royal Flush.”

“Holy shit, are you serious?”

“Yes. He made me spend most of my time there so I could understand the business and learn how to deal with the type of people that go there. Eventually I started playing poker and became quite good. Father liked that because people would lose to me, and if the clients lost, the casino would win, and more importantly, he would win.”

“Did-did you ever cheat?” You managed to release the words that were stuck in your mouth.

“Nah…I never felt the need to do it. And you?” he looked at you, as if sensing something was wrong.

“Uh…yeah. Me and Xiumin, the guy who left me in the parking lot, we used to cheat together and then we would share the profit, but then I lost our money to you and…well, you know the rest.” You looked at your feet splashing in the pool.

“Pff, I always knew he was a fucking idiot.”

“Wait. You know him?” You looked back at him.

“Yeah, I’ve seen him around. He would always bring a new girl to flash around everytime he went to the casino.”

“Oh…” Your expression dropped, doubt feeling every corner of your head. Maybe you were just a temporary thing to flash around like those girls. And that’s when you remembered that the night you had your three month anniversary dinner and he recieved that call. “What do you want? I told you not to call me tonight, I’m busy with work.” Maybe it was her, your replacement. Maybe that’s why he lied and said he was working.

“Hey,” his long fingers reached for your chin, making you look directly at him. “I’m sure he didn’t use you. You’re so much more than those girls could ever hope to be.” His gaze was burning into yours, mouth moving closer.

“I-I think I need to take a dip in the pool.”

You quickly got up, removed your clothes, leaving just your underwear, and graciously entered the pool. It felt good to be submerged in the cold water, but it did nothing to calm the heat radiating from your body, your mind racing like crazy.

After your head came back to the surface you felt a big splash of water –  Baekhyun had just jumped in the pool, and was now standing right behind you, bodies touching. How was it possible that both of your bodies could still produce so much heat while being surrounded by the cold water?

“How can you look even more beautiful under the moonlight?” Baekhyun whispered in your ear.

“Baekhyun…” All your body was filled with electricity, and when he slowly started to kiss your neck you gave in. You turned around and met his sweet lips with yours.

The kiss started off slow and sweet, as if your lips were getting the time to get to know each other. As the intensity started to rise Baekhyun backed you to the corner of the pool, eventually swirling his tongue around yours.

As he started to kiss your neck again you circled your legs around his hips, signaling him that you wanted more. He reached for your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it over to the grass around the pool. His eyes scanned through your whole body, backed into a corner and wrapped around him, need flowing from your every pore.

“Fuck. I guess I really am a lucky guy.” He bit his bottom lip to try and control himself, but he just couldn’t. His mouth attacked your breast focusing on the nipple, while his hands grabbed your ass.

“Baek..” You moaned.

Your pussy slowly started to grind against his dick as a response to his teeth tugging at your nipple. Your hand slowly reached for his boner under his boxer shorts and started to rub him up and down.

“Fuck. You drive me fucking crazy Y/N.”

He was looking at you with such intensity that you thought he was looking right at your mind and reading your thoughts. As your hand kept pumping his dick, his hands reached for your panties and pulled them down your legs, forcing them to unclasp from his hips.

As soon as your underwear was thrown to the other side of the pool, your legs went back to surrounding his hips, your pussy directly grinding on him, skin to skin. He went back to kissing you, while thrusting his pelvis forwards, his dick rubbing on your clit. 

“I want you now Baek,” you begged, half moaning.

He quickly answered to your request and inserted himself inside of you. Both of you had your arms around the other, his were at your waist and yours were around his neck. You stood like that just breathing and looking at each other while waiting for you to adjust to his size.

When you felt you were ready you went back to kissing his lips, telling him he could move. Like the kiss, it started off slow, but it soon built to something more.

“You feel so good Y/N,” he said in your ear, bitting your earlobe.

The rhythm started to accelerate and you felt your orgasm starting to build up inside of you, your walls clenching tighter around him.

“Don’t fucking stop,” and as soon as those words left your mouth you felt that overwhelming sensation running through your core, Baekhyun reaching his high right after.

After a while of just staring at each other forehead to forehead Baekhyun gave you a quick peck on the lips. 

“Sleep with me tonight,” he smiled while putting a piece of hair behind your ear. “I want to cuddle with you.”

“Who would’ve thought that the son of a man with multiple illegal businesses likes to cuddle,” you smiled, teasing him.

“Shut up and cuddle me.” He quickly grabbed you and snuggled against you.

After that, Baekhyun carried you bridal style to his room, dropping you in his shower where you went for round two.

When you left the shower you went back to your room to get some clothes to wear to bed. Baekhyun offered his boxer shorts and a t-shirt for you to sleep in but you insisted on getting your pajamas. 

As you picked your underwear from your drawer your phone started to ring. Who could it be this late? You picked up your phone and looked at the caller ID – it was an unknown number.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“Y/N? It’s me.”

Your body froze. “Xiumin?”

“Yes baby, I need your help.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you keep ignoring my calls? And why are you calling me from an unknown number?”

“Baby I’m so sorry, but I was kidnapped.”

“WHAT? Oh my god are you alright? Why did they kidnap you?” You were shaking, voice filled with worry.

“My father owed some money and so they kidnapped me. I managed to escape but they might come after me, you need to help me.”

“Who’s coming after you?”

“Baekhyun. My father owed money to his father, and when he saw me at The Big Royal Flush he sent his men after me.”

Your body froze in horror. No. It can’t be.

A/N: Hey guys! So after much request here it is: the second chapter of ‘Playing Dirty’. I hope you guys like it as much as you did the first chapter!

Love Ana,  💜

anonymous asked:

Some fans on twitter have put together an all day voting party for Harry and Zayn for the VMAs! We would appreciate it if our tumblr family gets involved and participate and help spread the word! Let's win this for our guys!



🚨 🚨

✔️you gotta vote in all 9 categories for your vote to count
✔️if you’re outside the us use a vpn to change your location
✔️use incognito mode on your browser and vote using different emails


(since you mentioned zayn i guess you can vote for him too since he isn’t in harry’s category)

Who Will Win? (Part 8)

Prompt: Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) sees you on the sidewalk one day, his “dead” wife.

Word Count: 1132

Warning: Threats, language, angst, sadness, sick parent

Notes: This will span from season 1 through 5, if you don’t want spoilers, maybe don’t read this, haha. Also, the reader’s Storybrooke name is Alice. Beta’d by the amazeballs @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and badgered @amarvelouswritings Thank you both! Could never get this done without you!

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Who Will Win Tags: @mrs-lancelot @elivanah @ultrarebelheart @learisa @isis278


The rest of the day, Paige was sweet and patient and helpful. Karen seemed to not mind, thankfully and you went home and brought her with you.

“What would you like to do, sweetie? Are you hungry or anything?”

“I’m a little hungry.”

“What would you like?”

“Grilled cheese?” she said, wondering if that was okay.

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Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.

Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.

Gemini: Your eyes twinkle with mischief, what are you thinking about? That’s what I always wonder, the curve of your mouth always makes me suspect. I love your mind, I think that’s my favourite thing of yours, you tell me so much I cannot help but wonder the things you leave unsaid.

Cancer: Lovely eyes filled with unspilled tears, how can you be so wonderful? I’ve always said that, people who can feel so much have the capacity to be the kindest. How have you not broken yet? I think I can admire that. Sensitive, emotional, I dream of you. Your heart reminds me of an endless sea, so much you leave undiscovered.

Leo: It’s enamouring, how full of life you are - your soul could rival the sun, it’s as if you shimmer with the promise of eternal bliss. Perhaps that’s why you so easily win the hearts of all; so golden and glamorous. I’ve always said your gaze held the most wonderful of stars, even now I can still count them; youthful and shining. I think it might be impossible to ever fully hate you, your warmth is far too compelling.

Virgo: I find it odd that you can’t see your beauty, it’s always been so obvious to me. Why must you be so harsh to yourself? Especially when you’re so obviously perfect. I think it’s your innocence that draws me in most, always so pure and lovely; like the sweetest rose. I wish I could win your heart, but I know I’m undeserving. Yet there’s a gentleness in you I can’t help but have.

Libra: Ah, Aphrodite’s purest creation - how could you not adore such a thing? There’s a sweet nostalgia of love about you that makes my heart ache; as if I miss a love I never had. I think your nativity is what makes you so pure amongst the rest of us. There’s an underlying softness to everything you do.

Scorpio: I don’t think there are enough words to describe you, your depths are unfathomable. I think here lies the true meaning of profound. There’s a frustrating beauty in you I can’t seem to point out, perhaps it’s because it’s so buried. You are kind, so very kind, I don’t understand where people see your darkness. Or perhaps I do. I think it’s in your eyes, how dark they seem even when you smile. They’re the eyes of someone who has seen tragedies, yet you arose from them with a certain light and grace that can’t help but seem lovely.

Sagittarius: An adventurer, a wandering soul always searching for its next quest - you’ve danced with the sun and conversed with the stars. The universe knows you better than you know yourself. You are wild and brimming with the promises of life, so much too see, so much to learn! There is truly nothing more lovely than the life of one who experiences, I see the whole world when I’m with you.

Capricorn: Cold eyes and shy smiles, I know you’re gentler than you believe. Your stars are least private in December, perhaps that’s why it’s my favourite month. I admire your patience the most, it brings peace to my fiery spirit. It’s funny, how unemotional you portray yourself - your soul warming smile contradicts that in every way, it’s unexpected yet not at all surprising.

Aquarius: The ruler of rebellion, invention and revolution - it’s as if you shake the world awake. Your mind is the strangest place I love to be in, show me all your thoughts; especially the ones you’d never think of sharing. A lover and a loner, detached yet still connected, you always leave me wondering.

Pisces: The moon tells me tales of your heart every month when she’s full and shining, I wonder how it hasn’t burst yet. She tells me there’s a beautiful idealism to you, I don’t think there’s a single dream you haven’t dreamt. I think it’s beautiful, how such a pure soul can exist. My heart aches when I hear the stars whisper soft words of comfort you every night you disappear into yourself; licking wounds and drowning in sorrows - your sensitivity is what’s most raw. I hope one day you can find your heart.

—  My Thoughts On The Signs
  • count olaf: unhygienic, can't act, is a moldy crouton
  • also count olaf: dated kit snicket, dr. orwell, esmé squalor, possibly ??? jacquelyn, has more game than anyone in the entire series combined
Thoughts About The Signs

Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.

Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.

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Square Filled- bondage

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader, rough smut, bondage (restraint with ropes)

Word Count- 1600ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo​​. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Fucking finally.
Since your first heat when you were just a teenager, you’ve been looking, searching for him. And now you’ve got him.

Fucking finally.

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tygermama  asked:

Are there any fic out there where Baze Malbus is basically the Wolverine of the Star Wars universe and everywhere he goes, he ends up with a new young lady to teach the art of being grumpy and kicking ass too? Cause I think there should be

Oh god so I may… have started writing a thing?

Baze wakes up, which is the first surprise. The second comes at the feel of desert under him, similar but wholly different to the sands of Scarif. For an overwhelming second he thinks he’s back on Jedha, but he knows Jedha’s land in the very core of him, and this isn’t it. This is something very different.

It takes him the whole of the suns trek across the sky to learn just how much.

Niima Outpost is small, ragged, and untrusting. But it does have water. Foul, sour water, but water nonetheless. Baze has had worse. It also has information, which Base finds infinitely harder to stomach.

It takes him a while to understand what the wrinkled stall-holder is telling him—he’s somehow skipped not only years but an epoch—but in the end it’s clear. Or as clear as it can be. Because while almost three decades seem to have passed, they’ve also passed him by. The face looking back from the burnished metal plate behind the stall-holder is no older than the one that fled Jedha’s destruction. His knees certainly don’t feel the weight of his lost time.

That first night is spent mostly sleepless, his back to a wall and head spinning with his circumstance. His hands feel too empty in his lap, missing the reassuring weight of his repeater canon like a lost limb. He can’t help but curse whatever power—the Force, his head whispers traitorously even as he growls it into silence—transported him here for not bringing his firepower with him. It would have made earning passage off Jakku easier.

Which is what he must do. Because if he’s here, the burning sands of Scarif already fading into memory, he must believe that somewhere out in this future galaxy, Chirrut is as well. And if nothing else in this new time is familiar, the need to find his way back to his husband very much is.

- - -

He wakes to find a dusty, waif of a girl trying to pick his pockets. This goes about as well as expected. Even as he grabs her Baze feels a sharp pang of nostalgia for the streets of Jedha where the urchins knew well enough to avoid him, even if the worst they ever faced was a hot meal and Chirrut’s calm education on the difference between assassins and tourists. Not that he is much of either right now, out of time as he is.

The girl twists and hisses in his grip like a feral tooka and Baze has to work at making sure he doesn’t accidentally snap her toothpick of a wrist as he rises to his feet.

“Stop that,” he says mildly, not very surprised when that just gets him a feral growl and renewed thrashing. Baze rolls his eyes and lifts the girl into the air until she tires herself out. It doesn’t take long. The rags she’s wearing do nothing to hide the lack of meat on her bones.

“Are you finished?” he says after she goes limp, hanging like a particularly angular vine in his grip.

A second, and then finally a nod.

Baze lowers the creature to the ground and is unsurprised when she takes the opportunity to scarper. The kick to the groin however…

Baze groans as he slowly unfolds himself. The girl has disappeared into the growing rush of the early-morning market. Baze would curse her if he weren’t so very mildly impressed.

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Grind Till I Own It || Mafia!Jeon Jungkook x Reader [M] Pt. 1

Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the son of the famous mafia gang TBB (The Black Base) and is a filthy rich man that gets whatever his finger points at - that includes even you.

Rated [M] for eventual smut/angst

You’d like to think that you were a flower amongst the thousands of sweaty bodies grinding on each other. A pure flower. If it wasn’t for your complete opposite best friend you wouldn’t even step foot in this whatever club, but of course she worked her magic on you and here you were. Here you were, quietly sipping on your beverage while the taste intoxicated you more and more each second that slipped away.

“If I were you - I’d slow down with that drink" 

You heard a man chuckle, accompanied by the sound of wiping glass. 

“They’re known for turning good girls into bad girls”.

You paused, letting his words melt in your brain before you raised your glass, a smirk painted on your pink tinted glossy lips.

“What makes you think I’m a good girl hmm?” You slurred, surprised the words could roll off your tongue despite your boozy state. You earned another chuckle from the bartender, he shook his head in - not disbelief but amusement in which he looked up at you with a grin.

“How come such a rebellious girl like yourself be alone in this dark place?” He mused. “Where’s your prince charming? Shouldn’t he be here and shield his princess?” Your eyes traveled to his name tag and made out his name as Jin.

“Well Jin” You started, downing the whole thing with a hiss at how the liquor burned your throat. You liked Jin, he had a way with his words that made you want to listen to him more - it was like his words hypnotized you to keep talking to him, guess that is the reason for him being the bartender. “This princess doesn’t need a prince charming, she’d rather have another drink though” You grinned, the corners of your lips stretching from cheek to cheek.

“Of co- Shit”

Jin caught you off guard with the sudden way he hissed. His eyes were wide as if he’d just seen a ghost pop up in front of him, it made your head spin around and holy fuck.

It wasn’t a ghost that had taken over both of your and Jin’s eyes - it was a God.

His ebony hair was neatly parted on each side, exhibiting his smooth forehead to the whole world. His three-piece suit was equally as black as his hair, though his tie was a haunting cherry red which made his chest pop up a bit. His eyes were sharp and alluring, he could probably turn anyone who laid their eyes on him a stone statue in seconds. This guy was attractive yes, but what wasn’t as attractive as himself was the half naked girls who had their arms snaked around his - maybe you were just jealous?.

You turned to Jin, your mouth hung open

“Who the fuck is that?”

Jin snickered while returning a few glasses that were wrapped around his fingers, he could clearly see that this was the first time you’ve ever seen him and it made Jin’s snicker turn into a low laughter. “Like what you see?”

You felt your cheeks heat up together with your hammering heart. You turned around, hoping that you’d catch another mesmerizing glimpse of the man in the suit but you frowned when it looked like he had vanished somewhere out of your sight. With a sigh of disappointment you proceeded to stand up, catching Jin’s attention.

“Leaving already? You’re about to miss the best part”

This perked up your attention and your head cocked to the side, your brows crushed together curiously while your arms were crossed above your chest. “Best part?”

Jin nodded, removing the egg white apron that was tied about his waist. He waved his hand in an excused manner to his - you guessed boss - and he motioned you to follow him. While walking, you noticed how Jin was familiar with almost all the people in the bar, it made you a tad bit jealous only knowing your best friend who was probably drunk with some guy. A smile played at your lips, knowing how she’d act the next day and how amusing it was to watch her walk with a chocolate bar in her mouth while yelling ‘asshole’ to the wall.

“So” Jin began, startling you a bit. “Let me tell you a little bit about The Black Base - or TBB in short. The guy you saw before is the son of the most famous mafia gangs around town, they’re so rich that rumors say his dad bathes in money” Jin explained, raising his head to greet the people that passed him.

“TBB? But what’s he doing here? Shouldn’t he, like, work or something?” You asked, flattening the tight black dress that hugged your curves a little too tight for your taste.

Jin laughed. “Work? The guy is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, work is the least thing he worries about” He paused. “If he even does have any worries”.

This guy sounded like a complete jerk to you and you haven’t even met him yet.

Jin had taken you to what looked like the more rich part of the bar. All the men wearing suits and tall glasses of expensive champagne hung from their hands. Filthy rich bastards You thought as you and Jin sat down on a round table, Jin gently nudged your leg, nodding to the left. His expression screaming ‘look over there’ with a smirk.

And so you did.

And there he was.

“Wait- what’s his name?” You furiously looked back at jin, who was just smiling.

“Jeon Jungkook” Jin said. Ah, even his name sounded like rich dirt to your ears.

He looked as fine as before, not a single wrinkle had taken over his black suit and it looked like he had switched girls - huh, what a player You thought as you rolled your eyes over this strange feeling that bubbled in your stomach. Anger mixed with a drop of jealousy.

“Looks like they’re playing pool this time” Jin said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Aah Jin! My man”

Your heart was about to explode.

Jungkook was standing right next to Jin with a sly smirk, his body leaning comfortably with the support of his elbow on Jin’s shoulder. Jin chuckled.

“Hey, another game I see? Can I count on you if I bet you’ll win?”

Jungkook laughed. His laughter was loud and obnoxious, filling the whole room with it. You frowned because it muffled the song which happened to be your favorite one, damn was he loud.

Suddenly, his eyes pierced through your body and you forgot to breathe for a moment. His knife like eyes carved a hole in your heart and you shifted uncontrollably in your seat, rubbing your legs together to distract you from looking back at him - but you fell into his trap and looked.

“And who’s this”

It didn’t even sound like a question to you, it sounded more like a demand. His confidence shone brightly, and the way his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips and further down made your heart flutter. You mentally scolded yourself for letting this jerk shake up your fragile heart, worst part is that you kind of liked how his attention was on you for the time being.

“Oh!” Jin lit up like a Christmas tree, he grinned at the way your cheeks were turning into a strawberry like shade. “This is Y/N, we recently met but I do consider us friends already”.

Jungkook raised a brow, his smirk more prominent than before. He - just like everyone else - had his hand occupied with a transparent glass of Champagne, the yellow fluid crashed from side to side as he swung his glass in a slow pace. Jungkook hummed in response.

“You seem to always befriend the most ethereal ones, Jin. No wonder they say you have a keen eyesight” He playfully nudged Jin’s shoulder, laughing.

You covered your mouth, unsure of how to reply to such a compliment. Not unsure - too embarrassed was the word. You were amazed at how easily this guy could compliment someone, let alone a complete stranger. He was probably blinded by his narcissism, jerk.

Jin shrugged. “This is Y/N’s first time here, I hope you show her what great games they display here, so she maybe can come again” Jin gained a laughter from your lips, Jin was definitely better than this jerk, he was more careful and gentle while Jungkook just cut to the chase. Painfully. 

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jungkook tapped his chin each time he said your name, still smirking. “I like it” He caught your sight and winked before walking over to another table, making your heart jump up at the sudden way his eyes scanned you - as if you were the prey that his stomach growled for.

God, but he was so fucking attractive you patted yourself for not being like the other girls who would’ve thrown themselves on him a long time ago.

“Y/N! The game is about to start” Jin said and clapped his hands in excitement, his eyes were glued to the pool table and you followed his glance, your own eyes landing on the same table as your bartender friend. You tried to suppress a giggle at how Jin was shaking from being too excited - it was actually kind of cute.

“C'mon Jungkook, don’t let me down!” Jin shouted when Jungkook came out with a cue stick, he was waving to Jin but then his eyes were on you again. 

You gulped.

Why is he looking at me? You thought, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.

Jungkook looked focused and it honestly took you in surprise. How could this player be so dedicated to something when he couldn’t even stick with one girl? You shook your head, trying to get the poisonous thoughts out of your head and maybe, just maybe you could watch this game.

You were at a loss for words, completely shocked at how this game had ended - Jungkook had won five games in a row now. You couldn’t even imagine the money he had gotten from just one game. Your attention was focused on the people behind you who were whispering about both Jungkook and TBB.

“His father is rather lucky, even though he only has two months left”

Your eyes went wide when your mind finally digested what the man behind you had just said. You barely knew Jungkook but how come your heart felt as if it got hit with a hammer just now? Was this pity? Worry?.

You looked at the ground for a moment before Jin called your name, causing you to look up. 

“Jungkook said he was inviting us for a few drinks! You coming?” He smiled at you, showing off his pearly white teeth while his hand grabbed yours and without any sort of answer - he lead you to a table. 

There he was again, looking so incredibly handsome that you were afraid that if you touched him you’d burn yourself. 

“Ah! Jin, Y/N glad you could join me” Jungkook grinned, his tone low and raspy from all the alcohol he had poured down his throat  "Sit down, sit down”.  

So you both sat down and Jungkook grabbed Jin’s glass, filling it with the same champagne as before and then moved on to yours. 

“Can you handle it, kitten?“ 

The nickname he just gave you made a shiver travel down your spine and onto your toes, you couldn’t help but curl them underneath your heels. 

You mimicked his signature smirk

"Are you trying to intimidate me?" 

Jungkook chuckled, pouring down the gold liquid until your whole glass was mid full, you noticed how he seemed to sneak glances at you - but honestly, you didn’t mind at all.

Jeon Jungkook was sneaking glances at you anyway. 

"So” Jungkook began, leaning back on his chair, toying with his Rolex watch for awhile before your eyes met again. Something about his stare told you that you’re in danger, it was alarming. The way his eyes seemed to bore into your own created a spell in which you could not escape, no matter how much you wanted to avoid his stare, and how much you struggled; you were trapped. 

“Who’s the lucky one hm?”.

You drew your eyebrows together in confusion, your mind blank for awhile before you finally prepared your reply.

“No one” You simply said, tasting the drink in your glass. “My best friend wanted me to come, so, I did”. 

God. He was just sitting down and you still thought it was the hottest thing you’ve seen, what spell did he posses that made you feel like this? You were a deer and he was the beast in this game, and just like his other games - he was winning. 

Jungkook rubbed his chin, letting the words that came out of your alluring lips melt in his brain which seemed to be clouded with only you. He leaned forwards, hands clasped together and elbows on the table. 

Jin suddenly spoke up.

“Shit, the boss is calling for me” He said and stood up. “Enjoy yourselves” Jin flashed a weak smile before he vanished and you were left with Jungkook.



Your head - as if you had no control over your actions - spun to the direction of Jungkook’s voice from where Jin had left. You gulped when he suddenly abandoned his seat and proceeded to sit next to you, Jungkook moved too swiftly for your eyes to even register what just happened - or how it even happened.

“I seem to take quite an interest in you, you’re.. Mmh  He paused to think, while doing this you found his arm wrapped around your waist and he was slowly pulling you to his body.

"You’re different my dear” Jungkook smirked, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You shivered at the touch, cold yet it still had a burning flame dancing underneath his fingers, and it traveled all the way up to your neck.

“I-I am?” You gulped for the second time.

Jungkook chuckled. “Did you just stutter? Never knew bad girls could do that”.

Chewing on your bottom lip as if it was your last meal, you connected your legs together in order to conceal how nervous you were but of course - he found out rather quickly.

“Well” You straightened your back, emptying the glass. “You said I’m different, no?”

It was Jungkook’s turn to chew on his lip. He raised one eyebrows and huffed in nothing but amusement. He was pulling on your strings so you decided to pull his - was it working? God knows if. 

“You’re right - you are different” Jungkook said, rubbing his hand on your exposed thigh, slowly as if to tease you. “So different that it makes me want to have you all to myself” A dark chuckle made its way from his mouth and you felt his finger ghost around your panties. 


You moaned out softly when Jungkook hit your wet core, rubbing it a bit too roughly - but then you liked it at the same time. You were just scared because fuck, you and him were both drunk, what if regrets crash down the next day?. 

“Princess, I really wanna get you out of that dress” Jungkook whispered, his hot breath laced with the smell of alcohol hit your neck and holy shit you wanted to get out of it too but you were drunk? Half of the time you didn’t even know what you were saying, shit could go down real fast.

“W-Wait, I’m drunk, you’re drunk. I don’t think this is a good idea, really.” You exhaled, wanting to deny how painful it was when his fingers left your panties. “Besides, you can get any girl you want here, how about that huh?”.

Jungkook was so fucking amused. You were putting on a good ass show right in front of him and it had been a long time since he felt something like this. Sure, he could get anyone he wanted but there was no one who could replace the flames in the pit of his stomach which he got from you. Jungkook wanted you and he will get you - no matter what but he had to play out your cards first, that’s just how the game goes right?.

Jungkook put his hands up in surrender, grinning. “My bad, my bad.  You’re right, but then again” He brought his face so close to yours that your noses brushed together. “I wouldn’t mind fucking you drunk”.

Your face was probably burning in different shades of pink and red. You were about to say something but then you heard the familiar voice of your best friend, and you couldn’t express how happy you felt to see her face. 

“Y/N I-” Your best friend, Seulbi came into view and once she saw you and Jungkook, she closed her mouth shut. Your eyes screamed 'I can explain’ but before you could do anything Seulbi grabbed your arm and yanked you out of the seat. 

“Ah! Seulbi!” Jungkook lit up, clasping his hands together. “Nice to see you again! Whoa, look at you! Seems like you’re doing good without me”.

You looked at your best friend, the corners of your lips curved downwards and now it was Seulgi’s eyes that screamed 'I can explain’. You looked at her and then Jungkook, then back at her.

“You know him?!”

“I- Well, we were something before. But trust me, I’m helping you over here by getting the fuck away from this, this asshole” Seulbi angrily said, her eyes cutting through Jungkook, every word that levitated from her mouth was wrapped up with pure hatred - like a gift from hell itself. 

“You never told me about him” You said sternly, letting your arms limp by your sides. You weren’t exactly mad at her, but there was something inside of you that made your stomach churn in displeasure. 

“Y/N, let’s go, he probably tried something on you didn’t he? God, here I’ll-" 

"Let go, Seulbi" 

Seulbi’s eyes widened. She’d seen you angry plenty of times before but this was something else - something more than just being angry. She could almost see the heat from your head in front of her eyes and it made her feel heartbroken, you two had been best friends for so long. Seulbi didn’t want this to end. 


Not like this. 

"Y/N, seriously? Don’t trust this guy, and I’m saying this from experience” Seulbi said, her voice soft and gentle yet still had something in it that made you scoff. “Get away from him" 

"Seulbi, honey, dear. Can’t you see what you’ve done? Can’t believe you kept me a secret from your best friend” Jungkook said mockingly, hands behind his back while he strolled in circles around you two. 

Jungkook mingled around you for a moment, leaning in to whisper into your ear. 

“What kind of best friend does this huh?" 

You knew that he was just talking bullshit to get you on his side. But then again, you still couldn’t believe that she lied about Jungkook. 

Couldn’t believe that she slept with one of the richest men just to have everything her finger landed on. It tore you apart. That explains why she never lends her clothes to you, because if Seulbi did - then her sugar daddy that is standing right beside you wouldn’t be her sugar daddy anymore. 

"Now I know. Now I know why you didn’t let me borrow your clothes, because your contract with 'JK daddy’ would get terminated” You snapped at Seulbi, making her step back. “Right?!”. 

You never yelled at Seulbi. Not even when she did something wrong, or when she broke something, but this. This was another story. A story that almost made you burst into tears because of how ridiculous it was. 

“My, my. I would certainly not call this a friendship, Seulbi, dear, how could you?” Jungkook cooed softly, his words felt like cotton in your ears and it made your heart jump. 

“Y/N, come with me”

You didn’t know what happened - or how it happened. But Jungkook was dragging you around the bar until the fresh air of the outside world hit you. And it was then that you finally exploded into small, transparent drops. Your tears rolled down your cheeks and this made Jungkook’s heart ache for the first time in awhile. He had never seen someone look so miserable but at the same time so captivating while they cried. 

Jungkook felt himself almost crying seeing you like this. Your cheeks puffy and sore, eyes slowly melting into a deep scarlet. The way your lips quivered with grief made him want to kiss the pain away but he stopped himself, noting what you said before about the two of you being drunk. But Jungkook couldn’t just let you stand there, couldn’t let you get drenched in the rain that started to pour down as if someone was pouring down water from a bucket. 

“Here, let me” Jungkook cleared his throat before shrugging off his jacket, wrapping it around your bare shoulders so you wouldn’t get cold. Jungkook grabbed his cellphone from the pocket and pressed a contact, bringing the phone close to his ear. 

“Jimin, its urgent - you know what to do” He simply said before putting the electric device back where he took it from. 

You didn’t know what to feel, or how to feel. The only person who you thought could be there for you had been deceiving you and hurting you in secret. As if playing hide and seek but now you found the truth and you ended her game, and you were positive that another round wouldn’t come sooner. 

“Forget her, yeah? You have to erase people like that from your life” Jungkook said, looking up at the dark sky. His hair was damp and it shone in the moonlight, emphasizing on his sharp and handsome features. This man was without a doubt God’s creation. He was elegant, and the white shirt that was getting wet in the rain gave you a sneak peak of how he’d look shirtless. Fuck, he looks so good like this. 

In less than a few minutes later the sound of a car pulling over was heard and Jungkook grabbed your hand, opening the door for you and you sat down. Sighing while removing the jet black jacket from your shoulders, you folded it neatly - considering how expensive it looked. 

“And who’s the princess this night" 

You heard a soft voice ask, looking up you were met with a pair of eyes that were harsh yet the little fat under them represented youth. The driver - who you assumed was Jimin - viewed you from the mirror and he looked quite attractive even though you only saw eyes and a glimpse of carrot colored strands. 

"No time for foolish games Jimin, the princess got her heart shattered into pieces” Jungkook uttered coldly. You guessed these two were great friends after you observed how Jimin’s eyes disappeared into small crescents, a chuckle escaping his rather plump lips. “Yes sir" 

"W-Where are we going?” You weakly asked, surprised at how your voice was able to still give a sound after crying. 

Jungkook smiled kindly your way. “My place" 

Cey’s Summer Fun Event: Sanrio Amiibo Card Pack Giveaway

Okay ladies and gents, boys and girls, the Summer Fun Event continues, and this time it’s even bigger than the treasure hunts! These guys are sold out everywhere, what a pain to get them! But they’ve arrived! It’s finally time.

Time for Cey to give away one super wildly-coveted, unopened pack of Sanrio Amiibo Cards – that’s the entire officially-licensed English 6 pack, with all 6 villagers! There is one card each for Rilla, Chai, Etoile, Chelsea, Toby, and Marty. Yep! I’m giving the entire pack away! For free!

But before you get too excited, I need you to slow down and read the rules to make sure you are eligible to enter this giveaway. Please read this entire post.

To enter this giveaway and qualify as a winner:

You must be a US or Canadian resident with a registered address. Sorry, I’m not shipping these internationally. These packs are NOT sold anywhere in the US or Canada. I am in the US. No PO boxes. No exceptions.
You must be able to give me your address / receive mail from a stranger. If you are under 18, I need to know you have permission from your parents to give me your address and to receive mail from me if you win.
You must be following me. I paid for these cards, so this gift is for my followers. New followers are welcome! But please only follow if you are interested in following me long-term. (I post original content, it’s worth it.) If you follow me from your main blog, put your main blog’s name in your tags when you re-blog!
Like and / or re-blog to enter. Two entries maximum per person. You may re-blog as many times as you like, but only your first like and your first re-blog count as ticket entries for the raffle.
Entries will be open from August 1st - August 31st, 2017. That’s one month! Only entries within this timeframe will be accepted; all other entries will be ignored.
Once I draw a winner, I will message the user to ensure they are still an active user (and I will also check to make sure they are following me), and if I do not receive a response, I will simply re-draw the winner until a viable one has been chosen. I also reserve the right to disqualify entries if necessary, for any reason.
Winner will be announced sometime around the first week of September. This will give me time to confirm the winner is active, get their address, so forth and so on.

Unopened pack is in-hand and shown below:

Good luck everyone! (ノ❀✧ヮ✧)ノ*:・゚✧


aaaaa aaa!!!! omg tysm for 1k followers!! ;O;; ur all so heck in awesome and i love u <333


  • you have to be following to enter (and pls don’t unfollow afterwards thats rude!)
  • reblog to enter! feel free to reblog as many times as u want!! (likes don’t count)
  • please have your askbox open so i can message you if you win!
  • if i messaged you and get no response within a week i’ll choose a new winner 

please keep in mind that i will not draw:

  • NSFW
  • way too complicated designs (such as machines/mechs/robots/etc)
  • excessive gore (some blood is okay but pls no bloodbath)

i’ll pick the winner on July 31st @ 6:00pm GMT+7 

EDIT: moved to August 13!

if u win, reply to me privately w/ a ref of your character + anything else you want (mood/atmosphere/specific poses/actions/etc) try to be as detailed as possible!!! thx!

if you have any questions, feel free to ask me!!

this is my first time doing an art raffle pls forgive me if i made mistakes ;;


Suspender Man is one of my favorite SPG songs, so I combined what I always thought he looked like and the artwork Bunny Bennett did of him
I always thought the Suspender Man was possessed, so I gave him glowing eyes

[Image description: an ink and colored pencil drawing of the Suspender Man from Steam Powered Giraffe, who grins menacingly. He’s an aging black man with glowing yellow eyes, a purple button-down shirt, tattered jeans, a red bow tie, and big red suspenders. He wears a beat-up green hat with an ace of hearts and a striped feather stuck in the ribbon. He holds a banjo with a broken string. He’s sitting on a log in the middle of a mangrove swamp, beside an urn with two cents next to it and a wooden shepherd’s hook with a lantern hung on it. Reflected in the river water are the words “My music’s gonna blow your mind”.]


  • ends 08.25.2017
  • there are 3 winners for the second prize and 1 for the first
  • like or reblog this post as many times as you want p.s. don’t send replies  to this post it doesn’t count
  • giveaway blogs are not allowed
  • winners have a minimum of 2 days to respond
  • ill check to see if you’ve followed me or not
  • ple a se. dont make the request too complicated or vague
  • no complaining if you don’t win
  • i will make a post announcing the winners 
  • you’re allowed still allowed to enter in case the winners are picked again
  •  open your inbox or tumblr’s messaging system

|I will draw anything as long as it isn’t|

  • nsfw
  • ships
  • stuff that makes me uncomfortable/i don’t want to draw

|more examples of my art can be seen here|

|anyways i appreciate ya’ll if you have anymore questions just ask ;U|


Pairing: Peter parker x reader 


word count: 2953

Hope you guys enjoy!


Originally posted by buckybarnres

3 months. You had been in a lovely relationship with your boyfriend for about 3 months, and everything seemed kinda perfect. Maybe to perfect to be true. Your boyfriend Mark had always treated you nicely, however the past weeks he had been cold and distant with you.

Despite all the things you had tried he seemed to be lost in his own world. He kept canceling dates and ignoring your calls, you could tell he was growing more distant with each passing day, however you had one last idea that might bring your boyfriend’s attention back to you.

You were supposed to meet your best friend Peter at his place. You wanted to talk about it with him. He would help you out right? After all, he was a man, he had to know what was going on with Mark.

Peter and you had been best friends since you could remember. His apartment was just above yours, and since you both attended the same school it wasn’t long after you called each other best friend.

People always used to insist that you and Peter were the perfect couple, and for a little while during your freshman year you actually believed it, however he never tried to make a move on you.

You remembered all that time you wished he would see you as something more than a friend with some nostalgia. When everybody started mentioning what a good couple you would both make, Peter had immediately shut those people down. After a while you just realised that maybe you were better being just friends. A little part of you would always wonder what being Peter’s girlfriend would feel like, but right now you had a lovely boyfriend, even if he hadn’t really been present lately.

You got into his apartment without even knocking, knowing Aunt May wasn’t even around, you loved her, but it was definitely better this way; you didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience.

You went straight to Peter’s room, sitting in his bed right across him. He gave you a quick glance and a smile before returning to his homework.

“Hey Y/n! Where have you been? I didn’t see you at school today”

"Yeah well, I skipped it, I needed time to think about something”.

This time the boy left his duties aside, giving you his complete attention.

“Is everything okay at home?”

God you loved this boy! He always cared for you and made sure you were okay.

“Yeah  Yeah of course! But is something else- something with- you know, Mark” you finally said as you looked at the boy. You didn’t want to annoy him with your girl talk, but you didn’t knew who else to turn to.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The boy didn’t love the idea of you and Mark, however he didn’t opposed to it. If it made you happy he was happy as well.

“ It’s just that- he has been really distant with me lately, canceling dates and I’m pretty sure he is lying to me! Can you believe it? But anyways- I think I may have a solution, but-well I don’t know for sure”

“Well dummy, you can always tell me! I can tell you if it’s a bad idea”

A blush spread through your cheeks, making your whole face heat up . You could not believe you were about to tell this to your best friend and former crush.

“Well I’ve been thinking that- well- I think- I think I might do it with him”

You couldn’t even look Peter in the eye after what you had just said. Why did you think it was a good idea?

“Do what?”

“You know-the thing!”

She felt the embarrassment filling her up once again. If she couldn’t even say the word sex how was she planning on actually doing it?

“I will have sex with Mark”

For a couple of second everything was completely quiet as you waited for his reaction.

Finally Peter got out of his trance and his eyes grew considerably while a scarlet color adorned his whole face. He could not believe what you just had told him.

“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would you even do that?!”

The boy seemed confused and hurt. He had said those words with a voice tone that would have made you believe Peter was jealous, however you knew better than that. Peter was probably just trying to protect you.

“Peter is not a big deal! Were both 18!”

“So? Being 18 doesn’t mean you have to go and get rid of your v card immediately!”

“Peter I honestly don’t know why are you so upset! I didn’t threw a big fuss over how you lost it to Liz Allen last year!”

Both teenagers had started yelling at this point. They couldn’t believe the other was being so stubborn about the topic.

“But I did it because I wanted to! Not just to get the attention of a douche boy back!”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me Peter?”

“You shouldn’t feel the need to have sex with Mark in order to win him back! If he loved you he wouldn’t lie or ignore you!”

“Of course he loves me! We just need this to make our relationship stronger”

He doesn’t love you! He doesn’t love you half as much as I do, the boy thought to himself. “ When you give him what he wants he will dump you Y/n!”

“How dare you? Mark would never!”

You started pacing around the room before looking once again at Peter.

“You know what- forget it, I don’t know why I came here, I guess I was counting on my best friend, but now I know you don’t care”

Just as you were heading towards the door Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving and pulled you close to his chest hugging you. This was a situation you had found yourself many times in, immediately hiding you face in the crock of his neck. He hold you as he started whispering.

“Of course I care dummy! And because I care I’m trying to warn you, I don’t want you to get hurt, or do something you don’t feel prepared for”

This had left you speechless. You had asked yourself this question many times. Were you ready? For many people sex was just an ordinary activity, however you didn’t want to waste what you felt was your one chance to have the perfect first time. Will Mark be gentle on you? Or would he just want to do it fast and rough? You didn’t knew if you were prepared for that yet.

You hadn’t even noticed but at some point you had started to cry, damping Peter’s t-shirt and hugged him stronger. Peter was rubbing his hand in your back, holding you, when he put his hand on your face, holding your chin so he could see you in the eye.

“I don’t ever wanna see you crying for some boy okay?”

With his other hand he cleaned away the tears from your cheeks. As he did so you realised how close you two were. From this position you could count the lashes in Peter’s eyes, those brown eyes you had found yourself getting lost in, those same eyes which were now staring at you. Peter seemed to realise the distance between you two as well as he looked at your lips and once again at your eyes. You could feel you two getting even closer and a part of you wanted to stop while the other wanted to continue even further. Your lips were about to brush together, but you could tell Peter was still waiting for your approval.

You couldn’t do this! The rational part of you pulled away right before you could kiss the boy. Oh God! We’re you actually going to kiss Peter Parker? As you glanced at the boy you could see the confusion in his eyes.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

“Peter- I just- I don’t- Peter you know I have a boyfriend! God, I came to talk to you about him!”

“He doesn’t deserve you Y/n! He never will!”

“Let me make those choices”

With this final decision you stormed out the room, more than ready to make yours and Mark’s relationship work.

Peter was left alone, watching as you leaved his room and probably his life as well. Not only was he losing you but now he knew what you planned on giving to Mark.

He felt devastated, angry at that stupid  asshole  who couldn’t appreciate what he had right in front of his eyes, but mostly heartbroken, because even with all of that you had chosen him over Peter.    He felt his eyes itching, with tears beginning to form in his eyes. He felt his blood boiling under his skin and started gripping his hands into fists, refusing to let the tears roll down.

Before he realised he was punching his bed and pillows, trying to get all his frustration out. He needed some spidey action to get you and everything out of his minds. The boy quickly changed into his suit and leaved the apartment, anxious to punch somebody in the face.

However the boy was in no luck. Today of all days seemed to be the quietest and calmest of the whole year. He hadn’t witnessed any robberies or attacks and all his energy was starting to build up inside him.

He decided to swing from budding to building trying to get some of the energy out, and without even realizing he suddenly found himself right outside Mark’s house. He hadn’t even noticed he had made his way there, but now that he was he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his own place.

He couldn’t go face Mark like he wanted to, after all he was still wearing the suit, but just as he was preparing to go back, he saw from the coroner of his eye as Mark entered the building with a girl in his arms. Peter realised he was too late. You were already in Mark’s home and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He knew it was none of his business, but still he climbed the wall up to the window in Mark’s room. Even from the outside he could listen to the couple’s voices as they laughed together.

Peter was just a coward. He had been so afraid of ruining your friendship with his feelings for you  that he had settled with just being friends. But he wanted so much more. He wanted to take your hand and kiss you. He wanted to hold you close all day and all night. He wanted to call you mine and do all the things you were probably about to let Mark do to you.

The boy had been so lost in his own thoughts he had barely noticed that the silence that surrounded him was now filled with other sounds he rather not hear.

Even from the outside he could hear the gasps and moans that filled the room.He could not bear to listen anymore as you asked Mark to touch you more and go further.

Just as he was giving up on spying he heard a name that was clearly not yours.

“Stacy, you treat me so good”

Unless Peter was going crazy that was definitely not your name. More moaning from Mark was heard, and even though he wanted to leave so desperately he also needed to know what was happening.

“Y/n would never be this good”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark had a girl up in his room doing things that were definitely not friendly. That jerk was cheating on you! Peter had to tell you as soon as possible! He could not let that idiot hurt you that way!

Whether you loved Peter or not he still had to warn you. He decided going to his place to change clothes and finding you was the best option. The boy swung from the buildings as quickly as he could, arriving to his  place at a record time.

He got changed into some jeans and t-shirt, taking his keys and making his way to the apartment’s door. He got to hurry if he wanted to reach you in time to stop you. He opened the door ready to leave, however the boy was surprised when you were already in the entry, about to knock on the door.

Both teenagers stared at each other with surprise in their faces. Peter did not expect you to be here, he thought you were probably on your way to Mark’s. The boy took a long look at Y/n, you looked apparently the same, however he could see how puffy and red your eyes were.

You realised Peter had noticed how you’ve been crying before. You probably looked like hell.  You lowered your gaze trying to hide your face a little and straighten your hair.

“What are y-”

“You were right”

Peter had tried to talk but you interrupted him.

“About what?”

“Mark he- he was- he was with-”

You tried to explain. Explain how you had gone to Mark’s hoping to surprise him only to find him snogging some other girls face. he didn’t even look remotely sorry. You wanted to tell Peter how you had broken up and how sorry you were about you attitude to him.

But all those words were caught up in your throat. Your voice was trembling and you couldn’t form any sentences. You were to afraid that Peter will kick you out and never forgive you. As you looked into those brown eyes you found yourself unable to talk at all, and your eyes picking and filling with tears as you realised Peter had only tried to protect you.

Words were not needed between the both of you. Peter stepped closer to you, holding you near his chest and letting you cry, the same way he had done those hours ago. He didn’t need to tell you anything and neither did you.

Once again you found yourself between those arms.  Everything felt so in place, so perfect. Not even once you had felt that way between Mark’s arms. He guided you towards his couch, still holding you close.

“I’m so sorry Peter I- thank you, you know for everything”

“ Shhhh- don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you”

You pulled apart once again. You knew he wouldn’t approach you anymore, as he was just rejected a couple hours ago, but still something pulled you towards him, grabbing his face between your hands. You stroke his cheek as your thumb move to his mouth. Peter’s eyes grew at the sight of you watching his own lips.

“If this is you trying to apologize you don’t have-”

You cut Peter off by finally brushing your lips to his joining in a small kiss. You pulled apart only to move closer to him in his couch, kissing him once again.

“This is me apologizing, for not telling you, how I’ve really feel about you for all this years”.

Peter finally gave in grabbing your waist and pushing your body towards the armrest, with him above you.His hand stopped cupping your face and moved towards you legs, pushing them slightly open to place himself between them.

You felt yourself breathing a little heavier. You wanted to pull apart to catch your breath, however you needed to be close to Peter more. You continued kissing him and biting into his lips, trying to deepen more the kiss. Peter couldn’t stop the moaning that came out from his mouth as you moved your hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach with your cold hands. He could feel your smirk under your kissing, so he pulled apart. Instead he chose to bite and suck on your neck, leaving small love bites.

“You know how mad it made me? Knowing he would be touching and doing all the things I want to do to you?”

His words distracted your hands from their touching, while Peter hold the above your head.

“I don’t want him to touch you, or kiss you- Hell, I don’t even want him to look at you”

You could not stop the little whimpers from coming out. Listening to Peter talk to you that way made you feel all warm inside.

He continued to kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hand towards your waist once again. This time you placed your hands on his back, pulling him closer. He brought his face close to you, this time looking straight into your eyes.

“I love you more than anything”

“I love you too, Peter”

And you really meant it. After all this years your feeling for him had only grew stronger. Now you knew that all those kisses with Mark didn’t really meant anything, because he wasn’t Peter.

“You’ll never have to do that with me. I’ll always wait for you darling”

With this final words Peter brought your head to his chest and reclined both of you on the couch, cuddling you. He gave you a forehead kiss and while you stared in his big brown eyes you realised that was the place you felt the safest at. Beside the boy you had and will always love, Peter.