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Petplay - Kinks pt. 1

Yoongi x reader

genre: Petplay, dom!yoongi, smut

word count: 3.1k

thanks to @lonely-kitten-named-bambi ‘s weird past for the idea! ( @joon-chaos )


It’s a series for every memeber and their kinks I think they have. The first one is dedicated to Min Yoongi and a petplay kink. Enjoy.

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Small self-care tips

- shower and wash your hair. you don’t have to dry it if that’s too tiring, letting it air dry or wrapping it up in a towel feels nice!

- put on a comfy sweater and comfy socks. also a scarf if you’re cold! it makes you feel warm.

- do some laundry. even if it’s just the jeans and shirt you wore that day.

- clean up your study area. vacuum, dust, wipe it all down, declutter, take out the trash, everything! make it neat and nice.

- pet your dog or cat

- make yourself a cup of coffee or tea. hold it in both hands and start to feel warm and cozy.

- think about the work you have to do in a positive light. think about how good you’ll feel once its done!

- settle in with your warm cup and cozy clothes and get going! stay soft and light. don’t push it too hard, don’t clench your jaw, don’t be rigid. just stay relaxed and work slowly and calmly.

study sessions [m]

summary: you never thought that yuta, of all people, would be willing to help you with your salient project. though, one study session turned into two, three, and that was enough for you to get down on your knees, ready to thank him in a special way

pairing: nerd!yuta & reader insert  || university!AU

includes: smut (oral, masturbation, public foreplay, thigh riding, dirty talk)

wc: 14k

note: A sarcastic, submissive nerd yuta is such a concept ftw, enjoy~ ^~^


University had always been stressful.

Students would bustle to and fro from classes to dense libraries, or even coop themselves up in the claustrophobic comfort of their dorm room to crank in some study time. Free days were rare; you would infrequently see other students lounging for hours on end around campus. The only true breaks present would be lunch or last minute plans created after what felt like eons of being studious.

Or perhaps that was just your institute.

Prestigious as it was, that was the life behind the scene of your school. Studying appeared to be the only facet that everyone knew—that each student shared. And since it was crunch week for one of your classes, everything was amplified. There was a grand project that was assigned at the second week of class, and it would take part in a substantial amount of one’s grade. It was an individual project of a plethora of research and proper essays down to the core. There were the students at your school who had started the second they were made aware of the paramount project, and then there was people like you—the certain ones that believed procrastinating was the better option.

So there you were, situated at your desk during class with your jaw dropped to the floor. It was not hanging open from the lack of understanding towards your professor’s words, but because moments ago he said, nonchalant at best, “The project is due a week from today—it wouldn’t fit in with our class schedule if I made it due any later. I’m assuming you all started and some even finished.”

You wanted to clout yourself; how could you had been so off guard? Of course he was going to pull that move—he did it with the other large assignments, but what made you believe otherwise? Your eyes scanned the perimeter to catch the aghast expressions of your surrounding classmates, but each one of them appeared calm and collected—like this was a card they were well aware that the professor was going to play.

You sighed and dug your face into your palms, allowing the weight of the world to sink down on your shoulders. “You’re kidding me,” you mumbled.

And so for the rest of the lecture you were drowning in stress, unable to pay attention to your professor’s informative words until the end.

The second the professor dismissed the class you bolted out of the room and started to rush to the library—then, you became like every other student at your campus. You entered the library hastily like a veritable tornado, sending several loose papers that rested on the surface of the front desk flying like baby birds. Stress was igniting the flame within you, fueling your being to get lost in the labyrinthine of a library and search for every single book in regards to your chosen topic that would aid your project. It took a while of a desperate search, but you finally found the treasure that was the informative tome.

Now, all you had to do was find an empty place to study. Amidst the quietude your angry steps was the only sound that was audible to each person; it boomed throughout the sections you were in and traveled along your side like a penumbra. Your bag was hiked over your shoulder, arms full with notebooks and the books, and you grew tired with every step. You started to trudge after the excursion for information and, like you had seen an oasis in the middle of a parched desert, you found an open seat. You kicked up your pace and bolted for the vacancy; soon, you reached it and occupied the area with your belongings.

The frantic rustles of papers and slams of notebooks over one another caught the student’s, who was situated next to you, attention. He lifted his nose from his book at batted his lashes your way, scrutinizing you with curious eyes. You were too caught up in organizing your belongings to notice the belittling way he was gawking at you; it was not until he cleared his throat for you to come down from your clouds of thought.

“Yes?” you asked him.

The boy looked at you, his expression niche. “Is all that for Professor Sung’s psychology class?”

You blinked twice and tilted your head, wondering how he knew the reason behind your scamper. “Um,” you looked at your open notebooks and took a pen in hand, “yes, why?”

The boy nodded and turned to the next page of the novel he was reading. “It’s an easy project,” he told you. “It will only take a good three days to finish, to be honest.”

You rolled your eyes and took notice of his study area. His notebooks were closed and in a superlative condition, each stacked perfectly upon one another. He was reading a new novel from the fiction section; a sore stand out compared to the other students who were at the library to study, or catch up on the work they pushed off like you.

“How would you know?” you asked him with a sigh. “He assigned this at the beginning of the class, there’s no way. And are you even in his class?”

The boy licked his lips and hesitated. He raised an eyebrow at you, tossing out a look of disbelief.

“What?” you asked again.

“I am in your class, (y/n),” he told you straightforwardly.

“What?!” you repeated, that time with more surprise. There was more raw shock in your tone than interest, and you attempted to recall every detail in your psychology class. You thought you knew everyone’s face in the lecture room, but apparently not. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he responded, a little irked by your ignorance, “I’m Nakamoto Yuta.”

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Soft

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry loves your boobs and hates when you sleep.

Request? Yes:

Omg please write something about harry and his missus boobs I’m dying for it


Harry has been in a mood since the moment he woke up, hands roaming your body under the sheets, cupping the underneath of your breasts, lips sponging over the back of your neck. He woke you up with his feely touches, much to your annoyance.

“Harry, leave me alone,” you mumbled, rolling away from him. The two of you were out late last night and had a long day ahead of you. You needed all the shut eye you could get.

“Jus’ wan’ some cuddles, love,” he complained with a tired whine, fingers snaking over your hip in an effort to pull you back to him.

“No, you don’t. Let me sleep.” You had to shove his hands away twice more before he finally relented, climbing out of bed to get ready for the day. You were thankful for the peace, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no getting back to sleep.

Now, here you are, yawning through the doorway after a busy schedule of meetings and catch-ups, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. Your feet lead you to the couch where you collapse onto your back, eyes resting closed. A wave of relieved bliss washes over you until it’s broken once more.

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Can’t Get It Out Of My Head (Peter Quill x Reader)

Originally posted by bukcybarnes

For @ravingmadstark to whom I’ve owed this since January. 

In which you slow dance with the one and only Star-Lord. (insp.)


He so desperately wanted to be called Star-Lord, but everyone called him Quill. Except for you. You preferred to use Peter, and maybe that was why he fell in love so hard. Rarely did anyone address him without a tinge of sarcasm or playful banter in their voice—something he was very guilty of reciprocating—but when you spoke to him, he felt validated in ways he never knew he could. You gave him a sense of responsibility. A feeling of warmth and excitement. A drive in life, fueled not by a desire for the admiration of others, but rather, a need to make you feel the same way he did. Happy.

Your initial glimpse of Peter was the day of Ronan’s defeat. Hair disheveled. Clothes torn. Face scratched up. He was dancing to a song you’d never heard, and your entire body reacted. It tingled and shook from your toes, to your heart strings, up your throat, to your brain where the sensation settled, leaving only one thought. Shit.  You’d gone through life thinking love at first sight was nothing more than a myth. But there you were. In love. Or something like it. You were stubborn when it came to things like that, so you chalked it up to lust—somehow that felt more dignified.

There was alcohol involved in your first encounter. That was always how these things seemed to go. The big hero, off to celebrate at a local bar; you, the plain civilian, coincidentally at the same place, standing in a corner.  Music was playing, but the melodies were foreign, and you could only assume that they were his. Most of them were upbeat, but occasionally things would slow down a little, and that’s when he shined the brightest. He’d move about the room fluidly, pulling the other patrons close. Dipping them, spinning them, pressing his body against theirs. Leaving a trail of longing eyes in his wake. You couldn’t help but feel jealous, but at the same time, you were grateful. Unless you were alone in the safety of your room, dancing was not your forte. And so you nursed your drink and watched.

He moved closer and you got a better look at his face, confirming that he was the most unrealistically handsome man you’d ever seen in your life. It was the sort of thing that held a hypnotic element, capturing your eyes and refusing to let them free of his spell. The sappiness of it all was enough to make you inwardly wretch, but as the gap in proximity closed, it became harder to deny fact.

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different ways to be intimate

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Just small descriptions of non-sexual acts of intimacy with Tom.

*Notes: This is for Cassie ( @purelyparker ). She’s having a really rough time right now, just wanted to make it a little less rough :) xoxo


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Tom and you had been dating for a little over seven months – agreeing to take things slow between you two, especially when both of your schedules were busy, you two had very rare physically intimate moments. It had started with shameless flirting, not expecting it to go any further than that. Then, out of nowhere, you two were going on dates. They weren’t official, he’d ask if you wanted to get ice cream with him, some days coffee. You’d ask him if he’d like to come over and watch a movie or go to the park with you. It was very subtle, so subtle that neither of you realized what was happening. Soon enough, verbal ‘goodnights’ became kisses on the cheeks, slowly turning into kisses on the mouth.

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Intentions

Oops this is another Descendants imagine lol
I’m almost done with the Peter Parker one I mentioned, but it’s like 2,000+ words so I have a lot to work on!

Title: Intentions
Pairing: Harry Hook x reader
Summary: Harry intends to find out what your type is, but you play along with his game, pushing his intentions aside.
Word Count: 1,523
Warnings: none 
Notes: Read the sequel here!

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Benjamin, that is just about the-“

           "Stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” Ben finishes for you. There’s a flicker of hurt on his face as he speaks. “They still deserve a second chance, Y/N.”

           Your features soften, frustration fading. Ben was facing a lot of scrutiny as king, and he needed all the support he could get if he was going to allow Uma, Gil, and Harry to come to Auradon. As his best friend, you owed him some faith in his actions.

           "I guess,“ you finally answer. Ben cracks a smile. "But don’t expect me to be best friends with them.”

           Ben pauses, smile dipping just enough for you to notice. You groan as a look of sheepish charm washes over Ben’s face.

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mistakes aren’t always mistakes || t.h

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Your journey from FWB with Tom to something a little more real.

Warnings: smut {18+}, angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: this turned out longer than i thought but i hope you enjoy because i relate to this fic a lot sigh 


I’m coming over in 20

You read the text as soon as it came in, your heart picking up its pace as your stomach twisted in knots as an almost nauseating feeling swept over you. You took a deep breath as you typed out your reply. 

Okay

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Best Friends Don’t... (Part II)

READ PART ONE  HERE // Series Masterlist

(Friends-to-lovers Harry and y/n mini series)

*NSFW*

Knock

The air was just chilly enough to need a jacket as you rushed down the stairs in your office and out the door to start on the walk to Harry’s flat. 

It was a Thursday night, which meant it was your movie night with Harry. This tradition had started in the early years of Uni, catching up on the latest seasons of your favorite shows or discovering new movies together. You’d hang out in Harry’s dorm, or he’d sneak into your girls-only hall, and would stay up much too late for your early morning classes the next day. 

Now that the both of you were out of school, it was a bit more work to see each other, but you didn’t mind the walk. 

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‘Dating a single mom’ The Flash preference

Barry Allen: 

You had been seeing Barry for a few months now and he still had neglected to know about your three year old son. You didn’t want to scare him off right out of the gate so you simply withheld a little information. You had learned from the past that not everyone wants to date a girl with a child from a previous relationship. Your son was your world, he was a very kind and silly boy and he never failed to make you smile. His name was Ryder. You had decided now was a good time to tell Barry of his existence. 

“Hey Barry?” 

“Yes sweetheart?”
“Could you maybe come over…there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Okay! I’ll be there in about five minutes okay?! Is everything okay?!” 

“Yes I just need to tell you something.” You felt Ryder tug at you pant leg as you hung up the phone. You giggled at your son as you scooped him up. Tickling his stomach and blowing raspberries. Before long there was a knock on the door as you asked Ryder step into the hall for a few minutes. You opened the door to see Barry holding a bouquet of flowers. Your heart swelled. 

“Oh Barry!” You cooed as you hugged him. You let him in as you locked the door. You turned to him and ushered him into the living room. 

“There’s something I have to tell you…”
“There’s something I have to ask you actually.” You both spoke at once with a giggle as you motioned for him to go first.
“Well uh…we’ve been seeing each other for awhile and I was wondering if you’d…like to be my girlfriend?” Your eyes widened. “Or not! You know what just forget I even asked!” He said as he stood up. 

“No that’s not it at all! I just…I haven’t…been completely honest with you.”
“Oh my god you’re married.” 
“NO! Heavens no!”
“Oh…thank God.”

“I have a son.” 

“Huh!? Barry said in utter shock as you bit your lip. Barry swallowed hard. 

“That’s it?!” You nodded as you brushed your hands on your pants nervously. 

“Can I meet him!? Unless you don’t want me too!” He asked fighting back a grin. Your jaw dropped as your son peaked from the hall. You nodded at him before opening your arms. 

“Ryder this is mommy’s close friend. His name is Barry Allen.” Ryder smiled at Barry as Barry waved. 

“Are you mom’s boyfwiend?” 
“Only if you let me little man!” 

“Who is your favowite superhewo?”

“I’m a big fan of the Flash…” Barry bit his lip as Ryder removed his thumb from his mouth with big eyes. 
“Mommy’s new boyfwiend is cool!” Barry laughed as Ryder squirmed from your arms as you gently set him on the ground. 
“Momma can we watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Barry will you watch it with us!?”
“Of course I will Ryder.” Barry smiled. And after months of being together, and although Barry wasn’t Ryder’s real dad, Barry treated him like his own and loved the both of you with his whole heart. 

Cisco Ramon: 

Cisco and you had been dating for eleven months but you had told Cisco about your nearing one year old daughter Amelia about two months into the relationship. He didn’t have a problem and asked if he could be apart of Amelia’s life. You had of course said yes. He was very good with Amelia and you were so grateful that he didn’t run like the other guys you had previously seen. Cisco had moved in with you and Amelia and it paid to have an extra set of hands to help raise her. 

You and Cisco were throwing Amelia her first birthday and everyone from Team Flash was there. You all cooed as Amelia ate her cake in a messy fashion. Cisco had taken the father role in Amelia’s life and you didn’t want it any other way. 

“Look at little Amelia eating her cake like a big girl!” You cooed as she squealed and slammed her hands up and down causing the cake to go everywhere. 

“You my messy baby aren’t you Amelia?!” Cisco cooed as he ignored the pieces of cake flying into his long hair. 

“Dada!” The party became silent as Cisco’s jaw dropped. You looked as Cisco with tears in your eyes as you let out an airy giggle. Cisco quickly reacted by taking Amelia’s little hand as you wiped a tear. 

“Yeah Amelia..I’m your dada!” He cooed as Caitlin recorded the whole thing. 

“That was sweeter than the cake!” Caitlin whispered as Barry nodded as Iris smiled wildly. You kissed Amelia’s cheek as she bat your nose causing icing to get on your face as you giggled. Cisco laughed as you swiped some of the icing before putting it on Cisco’s nose. He shook his head as you quickly stood up.

“I’m going to clean up Amelia and then it will be present time!” Cisco shook his head as Amelia babbled wildly. Caitlin and Iris helped you clean up Amelia while Cisco talked with Joe and Barry and Harry and Julian. 

“I think I’m going to marry that woman.” He sighed as he wiped the icing of his nose. 

“I’ll go to the wedding as long as they serve this cake.” Wally pipped up from behind them causing them to laugh. You brought Amelia as Jesse brought the gifts to you guys. Amelia clapped giddily as Cisco took her from you. You smiled as he ‘helped’ her open her gifts. 

You definitely had a keeper. 

Wally West:

Wally was at Jitters getting coffee for the team when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down at a little girl no more than two. He smiled as he knelt down to her size. 

“Hello!” He said as she smiled back. 

“Have you seen my mommy?” She whispered as tears filled her big eyes. Wally immediately felt what some would call a fatherly instinct overcome him as he scanned the area. 

“No I haven’t…what’s your name?” 

“My name is Poppy.” She said as Wally nodded. 

“Well Poppy what is your moms name?”
“(Y/n).” She sniffed. 

“Hey no need to cry! We’ll find her okay?!” She nodded as Wally held out his hand for her. 

“Poppy?! Poppy where are you?!” Wally turned as his eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting you to be as gorgeous as you were as you ran and Poppy threw herself into your eyes as you clutched her tightly. 

“Mommy it was so scary!!! But Mr. Wally helped me find you!” You looked up to Wally as you blushed. Wally was quite handsome and you couldn’t deny it. 
“You must be (Y/n)?” He asked as he put his hand out for you to shake. You took it with a grin. 

“I am! Thank you so much for keeping Poppy safe. She has a tendency to run off.” You blushed. Poppy looked between you and Wally as the two of you both stood grinning at each other. 

“Mommy likes Mr. Wally!” Your eyes widened. As you quickly scooped her up. 

“C’mon Pop!” You tried to leave but Wally stopped you. 

“Would you like to get coffee sometime?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded with a blush. 

“Can you believe that was a year ago?” Wally asked as you were cuddled into his side. Poppy was fast asleep between you two as you shook your head. 
“I’m happy it did though….or else I wouldn’t have met you.” 
“Me too darling. I couldn’t imagine my life without my two girls.” He whispered as he kissed Poppy’s forehead before kissing your lips as you cupped his face. The cold metal of your promise ring making him smile. 

Julian Albert: 

Julian had dated you in high school, but you both broke it off shortly after your senior year. Unknowingly you both moved to Central City. Except you had a few extra with you. No you weren’t married. You had your twin children. Two little boys, Asher and Elliot. He saw you at the park and took a deep breath before approaching you. You were grinning at something before he coughed. You jumped slightly and turned to him. You smiled as he smiled awkwardly. 

“Hey! Julian! It’s been forever!” You grinned while hugging him. 

“Hey (Y/n)! What are you doing here at the park?!” 

“I-I’m here with my sons.” Julian’s eyes widened in shock as his eyes fell to your hand, searching for a wedding ring. You knew that’s what he was doing as you sighed. 

“No dad in the picture if that’s what you’re wondering.” 

“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” You chuckled. He saw two little one’s run behind you. Hiding behind your legs. 

“I think you have two shadows.” He chuckled as they poked their heads out. 

“Asher, Elliot, this is Julian. Mommy knew him in high school.”

“Did you and mommy date?” Asher asked bluntly as you blushed. You looked down at your four year olds. 

Julian nodded. Elliot looked at Julian as Asher looked up at you.

“Do you boys like ice cream?” He asked with a growing smile. Both boys eyes widened as the shouted a yes. 

“Let’s go then! My treat!” 
“You’re much cooler than mom!” One cheered. He chuckled as you both walked to the little ice cream shack as you and Julian talked. 

“You don’t have to Julian.” You said as you looked at him. 

“I insist. I haven’t seen you since….”
“I left for college.” 
“I missed you.” He stated as you stopped. 

“I missed you too Julian.”

“Then can we go out for dinner sometime? You can bring Asher and Elliot and you can tell me how to tell them apart.” He chuckled heartily. You giggled with a nod. 

“I’d like that a lot.” 

Over seven months later and the boys saw Julian as their dad. You couldn’t complain. You were both in love and considering that you were always mistaken for a family. You became one. 

I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

A/N: I feel I went a little overboard with this one (excuse the terrible pirate pun - I couldn’t help myself) but I hope you enjoy it anyway xxx
Words: 5138
Requested: Yes!
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst
Could you do Harry X Daughter of Hades reader with her attitude more like Meg (NOT related to her, like how Jay acts more like Aladdin) I can’t stop thinking about the song I won’t say (I’m in love).
I kind of took the song idea and ran with it soooo…

If there was a prize for rotten judgement, you had already won it. Every person that you were drawn was inherently bad, not in the sense that they were a villain like you, but in the aspect that they wanted to break you heart. First the son of Scar, then the son Shan Yu, the sons of Mother Gothel, The Queen of Hearts and Dr Facilier equally as damaging to your mental wellbeing. Boys to you, were bad news, and you had had your heart broken so many times it was becoming tiring. You were the daughter of Hades, a goddess who was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, but it was hard to uphold a stone-cold reputation when you were constantly sniffling about your latest failed love interest. It was your best friend who always had to scoop you up off the floor, your best friend who always told you you were better than which ever villain broke your heart, your best friend who taught you that you didn’t need any pathetic boyfriend to make you worthy. It was also you best friend who had threatened to hook anybody who so much as looked at you the wrong way, but that was a habit you were trying to talk him out of. In short our best friend was pretty fucking amazing, if not a little intense. So you took his advice and made a new philosophy, vowing to never fall in love again. It wasn’t quite what he had meant but it was the easiest way to insure you would’t be hurt once more. Why would you need a relationship when you already had everything you needed in a best friend, when you already had everything you needed in Harry Hook.

“I could hurt ye,” Harry whispered a hint of seduction lingering in his Scottish accent as he traced the outline of Mal’s face with his hook.
He didn’t believe his luck when he found his Captain’s worst enemy in the “Curl Up and Dye” whilst making his usual rounds, and was using the opportunity to get underneath her skin. His brief session of intimidation was swiftly interrupted by the entrance of a very familiar goddess.
“Oh come on Harry! My best friend hasn’t even been on the Isle for an hour and you’re already threatening her! Hands off now!”
You had walked in on Harry threatening one of your closest friends, Evie and Dizzy standing in a corner not really knowing what to do.
You marched towards the smirking pirate and gave him the look, the look that meant business, the look that meant: you have two seconds to do what I say or I can no longer be held responsible for my actions.
Harry sighed.
“Oh come on Y/N, I’m only playing” he taunted, grinning at you slightly two widely.
You rolled your eyes.
“Off!”
“I thought I was yer best friend not her”
“Harry!”
“Ye haven’t replaced me now have ye darling?” He said with mock sarcasm, turning to you with puppy eyes before winking. He was still poking his hook at Mal, making you huff a little.
You changed your tactics, standing behind the pirate and pushing your lips to his ear.
“Now where would you get that idea Hook” you said so quietly it could have been a whisper, slowly running your hand up Harry’s back.
You felt all of his muscles tense up under his shirt and smirked to yourself. Your plan worked, his focus shifted to you instead of the purple haired VK. Suddenly you pulled him backwards away from Mal and stood in front of him, arms crossed with an un-amused look painted on your face.
“Don’t look at me like that. Ye make it out like I’m some kind of bad guy” Harry grinned, his signature smirk reappearing.
“That’s because you are”
The pirate pouted.
“Yer forgetting that ye ain’t exactly a saint yourself Y/N”.
You both looked each other in the eye, trying to keep a straight face, but cracked simultaneously, erupting into a fit of giggles.
“Perhaps. I guess this is why we are friends,” you said eventually but then hardened your tone again. “But I swear to god Har. If you threaten Mal again I’ll personally make sure you’re banished to the underworld. I don’t care how much Uma hates her”
You glanced at Mal with a smile, who had gone to join Dizzy and Evie in the corner of the salon.
“Anything for ye…” Harry started, when his eyes lit up with mischief you new exactly how he was going to finish the sentence. The dreaded nickname.
“Don’t you dare call m-”
“Hot stuff!”.
He winked at you and you groaned running towards him and shoving his chest. Harry had called you hot stuff since you were ten, when he made you so angry that your hair ignited, engulfing your head with cobalt flames much like your father. You begged him for days to stop, but seeing as you hated it so much (mainly due to the fact that people started to presume you were together) Harry decided to keep it.

As your hands connected with the pirate chest, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. In a second, you were tossed over his shoulder, kicking, screaming and flailing your limbs as he spun you around in a circle, his hook resting over the small of your back. You were both chuckling heartily, completely forgetting you had an audience until little Dizzy cleared her throat loudly enough for you to hear.
“Harold James Hook! Put me down right now!”
“Any thing ye say… Hot stuff”
“Harry!” You screeched.
“Well as much as I would love to stay and chat.. hot stuff” He ignored your glare but sniggered to himself before continuing “But I’ve got more children to steal from”
Immediately your jaw clenched and Harry realised his mistake too late.
“You’re stealing from children again?”
He ran his hands through his hair and avoided your eyes.
“I am a villain Y/N. It’s what I do”
“No, we talked about this Harry! You’re a villain yes, but not a monster. You don’t steal from children”  
“Uma told me t-”
“Uma doesn’t control what you do”
“No, I’m sorry I forgot that was ye job” Harry muttered sarcastically under his breath.
You raised an eyebrow at him long enough for him to cave in.
“Fine! I’ll give it all back!” The pirate finally announced “Ye going to be the death of my Y/N” he said rolling his eyes.
“What else are best friends for Harry?” You grinned back at him as he made his way out of the salon.
“Dizzy yer money” He grumbled reluctantly, dropping it by the door before turning back to face you “Meet you in the market at seven?”
“Meet you in the market at seven” you reaffirmed, nodding at him with a grin.
Harry hadn’t even been gone 10 seconds before you were descended on by the group of confused yet intrigued VK’s standing in the corner.

“Oh. My. God!” Evie shrieked like a little school girl, jumping up and down and squealing
“We knew it! We all new it!” Dizzy shouted, grabbing your forearm and tugging at it a little.
You huffed but chuckled lightly at their giddiness.
“You know what?”
“That you love Harry!” Mal practically shouted, grabbing your other arm and beaming at you.
“No.” You said defiantly, your top lip wrinkling at the mention of the word love. “I most certainly do not.”
“Who’d you think you’re kidding Y/N?” Evie laughed “He’s the earth and heaven to you”
“He’s my best friend!” You protested.
“We can see right through you. You love each other!” Mal added, glancing at Evie with a knowing look.
“It’s okay Mal, just shout it a bit louder. I don’t think the deaf man at the end of the alley quite heard you” you hissed, shaking the girls off of your arm “We do not love each other okay?”
“But you have him wrapped around your finger! Do you think he would have given me back my money if anbody else had told him to” Dizzy tried to reason.
“He’s my best friend!” You repeated.
“And I’ve seen the way you look at each other” Mal said.
“He’s all you talk about, all you think about” Evie said backing her up.
You inhaled sharply before starting to ramble, refusing to take a breath until you had finished
“I am not in love with Harry Hook he is my best friend and that’s how it has been and how it will always be everything works just fine the way it is we do not need to complicate that by taking it any further I mean why would we anyway relationships aren’t even a thing on the isle and I don’t need to ruin the one thing that I got right because of some stupid feelings that might not even really be there”
The three VK’s looked at each other, then at you
“Oh my gosh Y/N you’re scared of falling in love”
“I am not!”
“Face it like a grown up Y/N, you’ve got it bad. It’s a good thing you know, love is a good thing”
“You don’t get it”
“But we do… Don’t be proud Y/N, it’s okay to admit you’re in love”
You just looked at them for a second, your stony facade wavering slightly as a memory invaded your thoughts.

(Flashback)
Vibrant, curious, alive with bounce and effort. That’s how you remember the two of you that night. Your hair was flowing behind you, rustled by the breeze, as you ran giggling from the brunette beside you. He was mesmerised by your goofy grin, your cheeks pink from the cold. You and Harry couldn’t have been older than seven but you had snuck out once the sun had set, running barefoot down a grassy sand dune, holding your shoes in one hand, tossing them over one shoulder, grabbing each others hand with the opposite.
“Harry, look at the sea!” You shouted with wonder.
Reflected on the gossamer surface of the ocean was a perfect silver orb, a full moon, making the young pirate laugh a little.
“It’s only the moon Y/N”
“But it looks pretty though. It just looks so perfect ” you defended, pouting a little as you gazed out at the water.
“Yer really weird you know” Harry said, letting go of your hand but shuffling closer to you.
“Oh” was all you said quietly.
“It’s a good thing” Harry rushed, trying to explain what he was thinking “Ye know normal people are boring”
Harry looked at you, his pirate hat was way too big for his head so it slouched too far forward, covering his eyes. You broke out into an uncontrollable smile as you looked up at Harry who even at that age was taller than you.
“I love you Harry”
“I love you too”
Then the seven year old pirate knelt down, one knee digging into the wet sand as he took off his hat. He scrambled around in his back pocket until he pulled out a small copper ring, a glossy black stone adorned the band.
You gasped.
“Will ye marry me Y/N?” the younger Harry Hook announced, giving you the ring and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Your smile was even wider.
“Har! We are far too young to get married! Ask me again when we’re older and I’ll say yes.”
You passed him back the ring and kissed his cheek.
“Okay Y/N” Harry said slightly deflated but still smiling as wide, “Ye better not forget”

When you snapped out of your daydream, Evie, Mal and Dizzy were staring at you with smug looks, leaving you to wonder how long you had zoned out for.
“I won’t say I’m in love” was all you huffed before you left the salon.

You weren’t even half way down the street before you started to curse the three of them. Because, for the first time, it occurred to you. They might actually be right.
You were in love with Harry Hook.
Shit.
You were in love with Harry Hook.
He was your one stable force, your one ounce of stability in a world of chaos who was always there through good and bad. You loved him so much for that. You were in love with him and you couldn’t believe that you’d only just realised it.
But then the doubt came.
You knew he didn’t love you back, Harry had made it very clear on numerous occasions, hell, he was the one who told you to stop falling in love. Once before you had tried to confess your feelings for Harry, even if you didn’t consciously realise that was what you were doing yourself, and the outcome had bruised way more than just your ego.

(Flashback)
Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shop was packed as per usual. You were hustled into a particularly lively corner, talking with Harry over a plate full of fries. It wasn’t unusual for you two to eat together, in fact you had been bonding over questionably good fish and chips for as long as you could remember. It had become a tradition. Much like it had become a tradition to try and calm Harry down when he told you about who was irritating him and tradition for him to throw food all over the place. Much like how it had become tradition for Harry to glare at anybody else who tried to talk to you until they walked away. Much like how it had become tradition for you to laugh at him and tell him to relax. But that day was different.
“I don’t think ye understand how much I hate that kid,” Harry snarled, picking up a handful of fries and launching them across the room. Normal.
“Har! When did you ever care what Drew thinks anyway? If you’re mad at him, fine by me, but don’t waste my food on his sorry ass,” you laughed, hugging the plate of chips protectively. Harry slumped down beside you, muttering to himself. Also normal.
“Have ye got a problem mate because if not ye need to move along and stop looking at Y/N. She isn’t interested” He shouted at whichever poor boy was approaching you. Again completely and utterly normal.
“Give it a rest Har, I can defend myself” you giggled. Normal, sweet normal.
But then you tilted your head to look at him
“Besides Harry, I wanted to ask you something”
Not normal. This was new. This was un-expected. This was spontaneous, out of blue, intriguing but not in any realm of normality.
“Well ask away” replied Harry with a grin, clearly he wasn’t phased by the new conversation.
“I was just wondering whether you wanted to go and see the floating lanterns with me tomorrow, you know for my birthday. They’ll be lighting them in Auradon all weekend so if we get boat at night we’ll be able to see them across the lake” You looked up at Harry hopefully “I thought it could be nice”
“Ye want to see the lanterns?”
You nodded your head.
“Ye have always been odd Y/N. But yes, I’ll come see the lanterns with ye. I’ll get Uma and Gil to come t-”
“No!” You said quickly before returning your voice back to normal “I mean, maybe us two could just go.
You smiled weakly at Harry, who cocked his head and looked at you differently. It took a moment for you to realise what you had just done. You had asked Harry on a date. You cursed yourself over and over unable to comprehend why you had just done that. He rubbed the back off his neck.
“Hmm, when I think about it I have to train some new crew members with Uma. Maybe another time?”
Your stomach twinged a little but your forced yourself to keep smiling.
“What about the day after. Like I say they’ll be letting them off all weeke-”
“I’m on lookout duty all that night”
“Oh” You felt about two centimetres tall in that moment but you refused to let that stupid smile falter.
“How about you just tell me when you’re free and we’ll go on a boat trip then. Lanterns or no lanterns. I mean my birthday would have passed but it’s okay”
Harry put his hook down on the table and avoided your gaze purposely.
“I don’t really have time for a boat trip. I’ve just always got stuff to do”
Rejected. You had just been rejected by your best friend and it stung like a bitch.
“That okay,” you lied “No worries”
Harry picked up another chip and ate it awkwardly. You didn’t speak for a while.
A small piece of you had just died, but you kept that goddamn smile on your face.
“Are ye okay Y/N, ye look like yer going to be sick”
“Yeah yeah I’m fine. Actually no, I think I’m getting sick. I’m just going to sleep it off. Bye”
You ran out of the restaurant and away from a bewildered looking pirate, before he could stop you. You couldn’t work out why you were crying about Harry Hook that day but looking back it was so obvious; your heart had been re-broken.

You weren’t mad at Harry after that day, how could you be? He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just didn’t love you in that way. But that was okay, because he was still your best friend, nothing could take away from that. So you moved on, accepted that being friends was the best you were going to get and pushed any feelings you had for Harry deep down. Just not deep enough.

You were down at the market place before Harry was, so you took the time you had spare to browse the various stalls, ignoring the calls of market traders to buy their produce. Usually if you wanted something you would just steal it, an odd apple here and there, a random scarf from time to time. Recently though, you had being to cut back on your petty thieving vice so you resisted the urge to take anything. You made your way to a small cart at the back of the market selling jewellery, the whole stand glinting with golds, silvers and bronzes. You knew none of it would be precious metal, you simply didn’t get that on the isle, but they were pretty nonetheless.
“How much is this one,” you said, picking up a silver hair brooch encrusted with small red gems.
The market vender was about to answer but was cut off by a voice from behind you, a familiar palm resting on your shoulder.
“Might not be the best idea to get that with yer hair sweetheart” Harry whispered, pulling himself in close to you and speaking in your ear.
A nauseating jolt of butterfly’s rippled through your stomach before you could stop yourself. Get a grip girl. You tried to tell yourself but you couldn’t help it.
You handed the hair clip back to the stall worker and walked away with Harry.
“I was going to get that you know” you said, punching Harry playfully in the arm.
He grinned at you.
“I didn’t know ye were the jewellery type hot stuff”
You punched him again for using that god awful nickname before you answered him.
“I love jewellery Har, you know it’s one of my many weakness’”
It was true, Harry would often tease you, calling you a magpie, as you had a soft spot necklaces and earrings.
“I got you something” Harry said quietly, opening the his palm to reveal a intricate ring. He reached for your hand, slipping it onto your finger and smiling at you.
You looked at the pirate, then at the ring, then back at the pirate again.
“Harry! It’s beautiful” You flung your arms around him but then paused “Did you steal it?”
Harry scoffed.
“Did I steal it? Ye got some nerve ye do Y/N. Of course I didn’t. I’m just offended ye don’t recognise it” he laughed.
You looked at the ring Harry had given you again. It was copper, a glossy black stone adorning the band. It was the ring from the beach, the ring from your childhood. You took a step backwards
“Harry I-”
You were cut off when Harry pushed his forehead against yours, your eyes widening in alarm. He slowly, started to angle his head towards yours, his lips parting slightly. He was going to kiss you, holy shit he was going to kiss you. A wave of anger washed over you almost instantly.
“Harry what the hell!”
You slapped him hard, straight across his face, surprising the both of you. You were only getting angrier.
“Y/N-”
“No! Stop it! Stop playing with my emotions! I thought you were different! I don’t get it, you don’t like me enough to spend time with me on my birthday Harry, MY BIRTHDAY, but somehow you think it’s okay to spring shit like this on me!” The ends of your hair were burning blue now
“I didn’t mean to-”
“This is all just an intimidation thing isn’t it” you yelled not caring who was staring now “You flirt with everyone you’re trying to intimidate I knew that, but I’m supposed your best friend, why are you trying to scare me”
“I don’t w-”
“I’m going to walk away now so I don’t set myself on fire in public,” you said as calmly as you could manage “Go try and kiss somebody else”

You had to calm down and you knew it. You had to do it fast. Your hair was always the first thing to catch fire but the burning sensation would spread further than that if you couldn’t control it. You wanted to cry, to scream, to tear down a building when you stomped away from Harry, your confusion at his actions amplifying your emotions. You had to stay in control. There was one time when you couldn’t, when the anger was so overwhelming that your body temperature rose so dangerously high that you collapsed. You were hospitalised for weeks with severe burns, reiterating the fact that although you were the daughter of a god, you weren’t immortal. An uncomfortable prickle of heat spread across your skin as you collapsed in the alleyway bawling. You were lucky that Evie found you.
“He tried to kiss me Evie. I don’t understand him and it’s driving me insane. I don’t know what he’s thinking,”
“Oh Y/N,” Evie said, daring to touch your shoulder once you had cooled down “You are literally the only person on the whole Isle who can’t hear what he’s trying to tell you”

Optimistic. That’s how you felt as you stepped onto that pirate a ship, a strong belief that everything was going to turn out brilliantly. Evie helped you to accept that perhaps you over-reacted at Harry’s attempt to kiss you, so you marched to the docks armed with an apology and a sorry looking smile. You felt terrible, if Harry had truly intended to kiss you genuinely then you couldn’t even begin to understand how he was feeling. Not only had you completely rejected the poor pirate, you had embarrassed him in front of the whole market. The saddest part of all of the whole messy situation was that you actually wanted to kiss Harry, it was your fear of admitting your feelings that was pushing you away. You hoped Harry was in an understanding mood.

You scoured the upper deck for the pirate but you struggled to find him anywhere. You did on the other hand, find Uma.
“Hey Uma! Do you know where Harry is?” You asked the Captain, slowly making your way towards her.
You may not exactly have been friends with Uma but you two were civil and got along well enough. She nodded at you reluctantly, as if contemplating whether to speak.
“He’s in his cabin,” she replied softly, looking at you with pity.
You presumed she was acting strangely because Harry had told her about the market incident. You were wrong.

You whistled to yourself as you you climbed the stairs to Harry’s cabin, pausing outside of his door to give yourself a pep talk. There was no point in denying it anymore, you were completely and utterly head over heels for the boy and bottling your feelings up wasn’t going to help anything. You decided then and there you were just going to tell him, get everything off of your chest once and for all. It was Harry after all, you could tell him anything in confidence and vice versa, the two of you were practically inseparable.
“You’ve got this Y/N,” You told yourself “Get in there and get yourself a boyfriend”.
You grinned nervously but felt oddly calm, opening the door of Harry’s bedroom.
“Har?” You called out softly.
Then your whole world collapsed.

Harry Hook.
Hailey Facilier.
Kissing.
Each other.
On the lips.
That’s all you had to see to know it had happened again.
Your heart had well and truly broken this time.
You shut the door slowly, knowing they hadn’t seen you.
You felt like you’d been hit in the face.
But the funny thing was, you weren’t surprised. Harry was the biggest flirt on the Isle, he was known to break hearts left right and centre, yet you refused to believe he would do that to you. It was like giving a murder a knife and expecting not to be stabbed. After all he had said about the guys who had hurt you, he had joined the list himself. But you still weren’t prepared for it. How could you possibly have prepared to have your heart ripped out of your chest. You underestimated the power of heartbreak. Why were you never ready for it? Because you loved him. Or maybe because you were in denial. You thought Harry would never do it to you. You thought the murder wouldn’t stab you. But you had been stabbed all right, stabbed right in the very back.

You stumbled your way back to the main ship. You couldn’t see, you didn’t know where you were or where you were going, you knew one thing and one thing only. You were burning. Anger boiled deep down in your system, as hot as lava, scorching you from the inside out. It churned from within you, hungry for destruction and you knew this time that it’s too much for you to handle. There was no way for you to control this. The pressure of the raging sea of anger wouldn’t just force you to say things you didn’t mean or release the pent up emotions you had suppressed for weeks, it would hurt people, including yourself. Seriously hurt people.
How could you Harry? was the only thought you had as you hit the deck.

“Harry!” Gil yelled as he ran to find the first mate “Harry! We don’t know what to do!”
The doors to Harry’s cabin flew open revealing him sat alone at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands. He jerked his head to face Gil.
“What are ye going on about,” he snapped.
“It’s Y/N! I think she’s about to set on fire again!”
Harry winced at your name but still managed to roll his eyes.
“She’s the daughter of bloody Hades what do ye expect! Ye know her hair sets on fire”
Gil shook his head violently, so much so it made him dizzy
“Yeah but Harry! It’s not just her hair!”

Harry was panicking. He was there when this happened before, when he had no idea what to do, when all he could do was stand and watch you. He raced down to the ship deck, where you were laid on the floor, a crowd of pirates surrounding you. He pushed them all out of the way.
“What the fuck has made her so mad!” Harry screamed to no-one in particular as he kneeled beside you.
“Get away from me!” You spat, wiggling as far from his as you could. You couldn’t stand up anymore, your entire body glowing red as you continued to get hotter and hotter. It hurt to move.
“Y/N”
“Please,” you croaked, any resentment in your voice vanishing, leaving you completely vulnerable “Please just go back to Hailey”
“What do you mean back to Ha- Y/N you’ve got this all wrong”
Without thinking Harry reached for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close. He grimaced, a searing burning pain exploding from the arm that was holding you but he shrugged it off, pulling you into a closer embrace. He started to rub your cheek.
“Please try and calm yer self down Y/N” He whispered to you.
“Let go of me Harry, I’m hurting you”. You were crying but your tears turned to steam as soon as they touched your face.
“I’m the one that’s hurt ye love and I’m sorry”
His embrace was soothing, his muscular arms protective of you as he held your frail burning body. Slowly but surely you felt your body temperature decline.
“Do you love her Harry?” It was a question you didn’t want to know the answer to but you asked anyway.
“Y/N ye don’t seriously think that do ye?” He gripped your harder. Your skin was no longer glowing like embers of a bonfire but you still far from back to normal.
“I saw you kissing and-”
“She kissed me Y/N! She kissed me! And I pushed her off me! And I screamed at her because…” He paused for a second and just looked at you.
“Because what?” Your voice was gentler now.
“Because I fucking love ye Y/N”
It happened suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch.
You were extinguished.
The flames disappeared.
A new kind of warmth dispersed inside of you, a tingling happy glow of heat radiating from your stomach banishing the remnants of any anger. You melted, returning back to your normal state, looking up at Harry in disbelief.
“What?”
“Ye heard me, I love ye. And I’ve told myself for so long that I didn’t, because I was scared of ye finding out but I can’t help it I-”
“I love you too Har”
You buried your face into the crook of Harry’s neck, no longer afraid of burning him to death.
The Pirates around you began to cheer and you became suddenly aware that you had an audience. Harry waved his hands in an odd gesture and they all scurried away, leaving you sat on Harry’s lap in the middle of the ship.
“I’m sorry for being a dick”
“And I’m sorry for nearly giving you third degree burns”
You both spluttered with laughter.
“Yer lethal Y/N. Remind me of this whenever I plan on making ye angry again,”
“Oh so you plan on making me angry in advance do you?” You smirked back at the pirate.
You were back to being Y/N and Harry again, slipping back into the comforting roles as if nothing had happened,as if you hadn’t just been sat on the floor consumed by your own raging anger. It was refreshing.
“Ye better believe it” Harry winked at you.
He offered you a hand and pulled you up to stand behind him.
“Now!” He said grandly “About that boat trip ye were banging on about…”
Harry lead you to the ship’s railing and motioned towards a small white rowing boat tied up along the docks, a singular paper lantern resting at the bow.
You grinned at him.
“Harold James Hook, have I told you I love you?”
“I love ye more”
“Not possible”
“It is”
“It isn’t”
“It is”
“God we’re unbearable aren’t. we,” you chuckled lightly.
“I’m afraid we are..” Harry smirked “…Hotstuff”

I want to gag you, I want to tie you up and edge you until you’re crying and ruined but I want to take care of you too. I want to soothe the ache in your jaw, I want to kiss the bruises around your wrists and hold you close. You’ve been so good, beautiful and obedient for me, and I love it. You were good for me and now I get to take care of you.

Problem Solved

Originally posted by jisatsusakuru

Problem Solved
[When your problem has a simple solution. Christian is more than happy to help you solve it│Christian Yu.]
Rated: Mature

Christian was editing a new video as per usual. These days if he wasn’t in the field filming, he was hauled up in his room editing for hours on end. You found yourself cuddled on his bed with his dog Lori by your side as you read. It was probably a solid two hours before either of you had said a word. Just working in the comfortable silence and welcoming the atmosphere.

You’d known Christian for practically your whole life. You moved to Sydney as a kid and grew up on the same block as him. A few years later he moved to Seoul to become an idol, and you didn’t hesitate to pick a college there.

Here you were years after graduation and still living in this beautiful city with your best friend.

“Hey what are you doing tonight?” you asked, absently flipping the page of the magazine, while scratching the back of Lori’s ear.

“Hm? Probably hitting up a Pub or a club tonight with Scott and the guys” he clicked away on his mouse, splicing the video.

“…Is Dabin going?”

“Dunno, why?”

“Just curious, that’s all.”

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Melted

AN: You should be warned…this fic is almost 6,000 words of Nessian. Most of that is smut. NSFW. This is the longest single fanfiction I have written on this site. This turned out to be so much more fun than I thought it was, and I totally ended up loving them and exploring who they are the dynamic between them. They are very new characters for me to be writing and I haven’t uite gotten the hang of them yet but…holy cow. This was fun. This was inspired by @blogtealdeal ’s post which you can find here. This is also dedicated to the other two thirds of the Night Court Queens, @illyriantremors and @kitashiwrites . Also, yes, you can have your virginity taken and feel no pain. Ask my roommate ;) Also this fic doesn’t 100% make sense with the timeline: just pretend. <3 And enjoy!

Nesta was thoroughly unimpressed.

First she’d been angry. Furious. Livid. Seeing Elain break down in the corner of the cabin they were essentially being held captive in had made her blood boil. Literally. The first time Elain had broken down and cried, Nesta had accidentally charred the edges of her own dress, the chiffon smoking beneath her fingertips.

Curse her Fae body.

Curse the Cauldron.

Curse the Mother for letting this happen to her. For letting this happen to Elain.

For letting this happen to Feyre.

A small part of her wanted to blame her youngest sister for all of this. A small voice in her head still whispered If she and her High Lord hadn’t come slinking around and used us to get to the mortal queens, none of this would have happened.

But with that voice spoke another in answer, one that she’d ignored for too long. One that she couldn’t ignore any longer.

If you’d taken some of the responsibility for feeding your younger sisters, Feyre would never have entered Prythian in the first place.

And now…now that she had to control her anger so she didn’t accidentally burn the place down, now that she and Elain were stuck in this melty, drippy world that promised spring, now that the terror of becoming Fae had worn off…

She was unimpressed.

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masturbate + mgc

(gif made by the lovely @punksos​ x)

> synopsis ~ best friend michael walks in on u masturbating, and well… u get what happens next
> word count ~ 3280
> requested? ~ no
requests are sent in here // masterlist


You kicked the duvet off yourself and pushed your hair away from your forehead, catching the mirror of the moon on the line of your wrist. It began with a little thought at 11PM – just a salacious bedtime story for you to fall asleep. You expected it to remain as such, until the thought swelled into something a lot more, swelled directly into the pit of your stomach, and between your thighs. It would’ve been an easy job done, any other day. It would’ve only taken you to shuffle off your pyjama bottoms and spread yourself across the mattress, but there was a problem. There was Michael.

Michael slept in the room beside you, probably fast asleep as the night shied into 3AM. You were caught up watching a film, and before you knew, it was too late for him to head home. The walls were paper thin, which meant he would probably hear every sound you make if you were to try and relieve yourself. Your stomach tightened its knot once you let the whisper of his image into your mind. He would be shirtless, as he slept – entwined in your bed sheets, bed sheets that you have slept in before. You hoped he knew – you hoped your scent was still on the pillow, and touched his naked chest and kissed his sleeping face. You knew yourself he wouldn’t think so profoundly about every little thing about you as you did him. He was the goddamn reason you couldn’t sleep – the secret you kept to yourself as you dreamed of him pressing his lips down in places he’d never seen of yours.

Staring up at the ceiling, you bite your lip, playing with the waistband of your pyjamas and snapping it against your hipbone. It was one swift movement, when you pulled them off your ankles and opened your legs up, leaving your cheeks flushed, your thighs smeared with your own wetness, and the air from the window cracked ajar erupting hairs across your lower half. You told yourself you wouldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t – it was too risky, having him less than five large strides away from your room. It was funny how you persisted to tell yourself not to, while your fingers teased down past your navel and between your thighs.

When your middle finger met your clit, your teeth met your bottom lip. It was already wet, from dragging up from your slit, and you sighed, reaching your arm beneath your pillow as you stretched into your own touch. Michael swept into your mind behind your closed eyes, how the softness of his voice could be lulling you into a state of daze. You released the tension you held over your clit and flicked the pad of your finger over the small bud, your riposte a buck of the hips and a strung out whine. Pushing your face into the pillow, you slid your finger across your slit, biting your lip and shutting your eyes as you curled a digit into yourself. Holding your breath, you thrust your finger in and out slowly, then picked up pace once you were wet enough to let you put another in if you wanted. A deep pump choked a thick moan out of you, and having moved your head from the pillow, it fell into you room – open, lewd, and shameless.

You didn’t bother to hide yourself, and the dream of Michael consumed you hard enough for you to nearly pull the sheets off your bed in your delight. Moving your finger out from inside you, a dull sense of pleasure blossomed into your stomach, and your eyes half-lidded opened to meet your bedroom door – now swung open completely in contrast to the small crack you left before – with Michael, standing with a thumb hanging out of the pocket in his sweatpants and an expression you couldn’t quite read in the darkness. Your cheeks felt hot, and you froze, brain not working quick enough to pull the duvet over your naked legs.

“Michael, what the fuck?” you finally said after a while, and he shook his head, reaching over and turning on the light. It sent your eyes out of focus, but you ripped the duvet of yourself and held it there. An eyebrow raised, an amused grin spread his lips. You couldn’t look him in the eye. That couldn’t have just happened. Oh, my God. “Don’t you knock? The door was closed!”

“I heard you saying my name.” He offered a one armed shrug, leaning against your doorway and gracing his gaze on you, unmoving. You kept your head turned, mostly so he couldn’t see the sweat shining over your warm face. He stepped into your room, and closed the door. “Now, you’ve woken me up.”

You closed your eyes, inhaled, and placed your hand on the crown of your forehead, trying to calm your breathing as much as you could. His voice was so soft. It was sleepy and gentle, words slurring over each other and clashing, although his gaze was wide and awake. He ambled over, and sat on the bed, right beside your legs, which were luckily hidden beneath the quilt. You tried making yourself feel better of the situation at hand. Everyone masturbates. It’s normal. Michael probably got walked in on by someone, too. Just, unfortunately, not you.

“Go to bed, Michael.” You leaned over to pick up your pyjama bottoms from the side of the bed, right beside where the bed dipped in favour of Michael. He touched your waist, and you were close enough to him to hear him release a deep breath once his fingers met your spine. Your hand trembled when it fell on top of your missing clothes, and you turned your face; his breath met your cheek. “Michael…”

“Y/N.” He moved closer, managing to wrap his arm around you, now. His nose bumped your cheek, and you closed your eyes, smelling the sleep and shower gel clinging to his skin. Your hand faltered by your pyjama bottoms, and you rested it somewhere nearby – which happened to be Michael’s thigh. You nearly moved it away, but he kept it there with his own hand. “Come on. I heard you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do. You had your finger all pressed up in your–”

“Michael,” you stopped him, but didn’t shift from his grip. “You can’t – don’t tease me like this.”

An airy laugh left his mouth. “You’re getting wet again, aren’t you?” The hand he had atop yours released, and he found your bare leg beneath the covers. It travelled to spread your knees, and you shivered under his cold hands. “I want to touch you, Y/N. I wanna make you feel better than you thought I could.”

You pursed your lips as his hand slid up your calf and touched the soft skin on your thigh. “Please. If you aren’t going to finish me off, don’t make me want you to.”

He laughed gently, the sound rumbling from his throat into a quiet breath. “Who said I wasn’t going to?”

When you turned your head, you kissed. It was impulsive. It was hot. Your hand moved up his neck and into his hair, like you knew your way around him perfectly without a second thought. His thumbs pushed your face up so he wouldn’t spend a single second not kissing you, and your mind was consumed with him. You remembered earlier in the evening, when it begun to rain, and the windows were covered in teary drops, how you sat so close to him, with your fingers barely touching, and neither of you daring to look away from the screen and at each other. It was an immature game you played, where you couldn’t admit to something as simple as a little crush, and now you were in your bed, spread across the mattress with the same boy holding you. Pushing the duvet away from the two of you, he shifted between your legs, parting from your mouth to peer down at your bare hips on his clothed.

“Jesus,” he whispered, and lifted up the hem of your shirt so he could run his fingers over the soft flesh of your stomach. Shivering, you inhaled, the scent of yourselves mixed together flooding you. His fingers, as usual, were cold, and pressed carefully and unfamiliarly across your body. His eyes flicked up to meet yours – green and dancing, rejoicing at the sight of you. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to be this close to you? Hmm?”

He slid both hands to the back of your thighs, and gripped you close to him, his mouth finding the column of your throat and embellishing it with wet kisses that made your head twirl. You sighed, whether out of delight or pure relief of having Michael here, you weren’t sure, and said, “too long.”

His lips met the flesh between your jaw and your throat, and you took in a sharp breath, your hand travelling up the muscles across his back and playing with the shirt covering them. Cupping your hips, you felt him smile against your skin, and you couldn’t help yourself from smiling, too. This is Michael, you reminded yourself, stretching your arms out across the mattress and closing your eyes, feeling him move away from your neck before capturing your mouth for a kiss once again. This is all you’ve wanted, and more. You didn’t need to tell yourself – you knew. He knew. It wasn’t much of a secret to either of you.

Carefully, he sat up, and you followed suit, your legs split between his hips. You both went to reach for the hem of his shirt at the same time, and when your gazes met, you let out a soft laugh, kneeling to tug it off his head. The backs of your fingers swept against his chest, and he bit his lip, pulling you in enough for your hands to grip his shoulders to keep balance. You watched each other, and everything was registering in your brain slowly, savouring every glance, every moment, every brush of skin between you. Your palms moved over his milky white chest, and you leaned back a little, enough to see the shy blush rising in his cheeks.

“Your hands feel nice,” he said gently, setting his own over yours. You stopped, but he pushed them down, letting you familiarise yourself with him, letting you map over the cities in his skin, the countries on his collarbones, and the stars in his eyes. You could hear the wind spreading the curtains apart, and your reached around his waist, nearing yourself to him. His fingers found your hair. “You’re so pretty, you know? The prettiest. You’re the prettiest.”

Smiling, you pulled back, tracing your finger along the waistband of his sweatpants. “You’re such a charmer.”

“Only for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t hide the heat spreading beneath your face. Lifting your shirt up, you threw it off the side of the bed, where it met Michael’s. Your breasts were bare, and met the cool air in your room between your chest and his. He kissed you one more time, laying you down with his fingers resting at the bottom of your back. Your legs wrapped around him, and he pecked across your collarbones, his lips hovering over your breast. His breath hardened your nipples, and you pushed his dark hair away from his forehead, regarding his eyes as you nodded at him, and he kissed over your chest gently. He made sure to be tentative, gouging your reaction with every move so he knew you were enjoying it. His lips were petal soft, and covered your nipples perfectly, slowly running down your stomach and onto your thighs. You pressed them together, not to block him, but to ease the tension between them. His palm slid beneath your hips, the other parting your legs between him. It was then you realised you were even wetter than ever.

He raised a smug eyebrow at you, and you flushed. “So wet already?” he said.

Biting your lip, you didn’t break his gaze. “I was touching myself before, remember?”

“And whom were you thinking about?”

Your eyes shifted along his face, and you smiled coyly, your fingers meeting his on your hipbone. He still had his right hand resting on your inner thigh, now lying on his stomach with his mouth achingly close to your centre. His tongue travelled along your centre, and you bit harder down on your lip, taking a fistful of the bed sheets in your hand. He took your clit in your mouth, playing with it and pulling back once again. You exhaled, tangling your hand in his hair to pull him closer to you, but he resisted, adamant at going at his own pace, to tease and fulfil every fibre in you aching for him. His tongue swirled over your sex, and you felt his spit run down between your thighs and he tasted you.

Every moment of pressure he placed on your clit, your legs tried relaxing and pressing together, but he kept them open, his thumbs drawing circles on your skin. A knot blossomed into your stomach and you moaned, gritting your teeth and lifting your hips off the bed, attempting to grind onto his mouth. It was a futile effort, and you both knew that. He had full control over you, and you absolutely loved it. Tugging back, he licked your clit gently, and when you glanced down, his eyes were locked on yours, daring you to do something. Daring you to cum before he lets you do so. You hold your breath, keeping yourself back until he tells you you’re allowed to cum. It was an unspoken rule, but his stance and approach already let you know he wanted your orgasm to belong to him.

“Fuck, oh, Michael–” You failed saying his name coherently, and your mouth stuttered. “Mikey.”

He groaned against you, and your stomach tightened, along with your grip on the duvet. “That’s it, baby. You like it when I do this, don’t you?” He leaned in again, striping a long lick before sucking hard on your clit. Your heart picked up, and you reached your arms up, pressing your palms onto your forehead. He gazed up at you, moving away from your core with a content sigh and the lick of lips. “Fucking hell, princess. You taste so good. And you’re shaking.” He cradled your thigh in one hand. “Yeah? You liked it that much?”

You nodded, lacing the sheets between your fingers. Frustration welled up between your legs at being unable to cum, but when Michael started to slip off his sweatpants, you perked up. Despite your weak legs, you sat up, draping yourself over his crotch and looking up at him. His eyes were half lidded, his cock hard against his wrist. Taking your hand, he ran it over his shaft, and his breath hitched. You shared one more adoring look before you took it on yourself, touching his member and running your finger over the tip. He was warm, and rather obviously grew harder just in your grip, as you pumped your hand up and down. His hips bucked up, and a rumble of a moan spilled out of his mouth. You smiled, leaning down and running your tongue across his member, your lips landing on the bottom of his shaft as you sucked it. He gasped, and his hand went to the back of your head.

“Y/N, oh,” he mumbled underneath his breath. “Oh, my fucking God.”

You continued what you did, then trailed your lips to his tip once again, taking him in whole until his cock hit the back of your throat. He hummed pleasantly, pushing your hair from your face so he could watch you. It was never a secret he found you beautiful, but it was also something he would never care to admit. Nothing to throw off the balance of your friendship, although it was blatant everything was fuelled by tamed lust and longing looks. You bobbed your head up and popped your lips off him, and he hissed, his nails leaving crescents in your shoulders. When he tensed up, all the way from his stomach to his cock, you pulled away, licking your lips and propping yourself up on your arms. He throbbed, red at the tip, and a vein protruding over the side.

Something passed between you, and he rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. “You want to do this?”

Your hand found his over your face, and you barely had to think twice. “Of course.”

It was a gentle exchange, and he lifted you up so you lay with your back pressed against your mattress, which was still warm from where Michael was before. Despite you being so unfamiliar with his body, and his with yours, when the space between your thighs filled up with him, it felt right. It felt like you knew what you were doing, and there was nothing new with what was happening. You both sighed once he entered you, and he kissed your neck ever so softly, adding to the swell in your heart. He began to thrust, and reached down to circle your clit with his middle finger. Back arching off the bed, you lost your hand in his hair, an overwhelming feeling of delight overtaking you.

“Mikey,” you whimpered in his ear, and he let out a long held groan, gripping your hips, and picking up his speed. A harsh burst of pleasure occurred in your lower stomach, and a sound rose out from your throat as his fingers linked with yours and pushed your hand beside your head. Your legs wrapped around his hips, willing him in deeper. “Y-you’re so thick, oh fuck.”

“Does it feel good?” he asked, not straying with his mouth too far from your skin. His kisses were light along your shoulder, then finally, on your mouth. “Because it feels so good for me.”

“Yes.” A surprising jolt shook your voice, and Michael slammed harder into you, his fingers tracing your ribcage. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He lifted your legs, grunting and pumping himself harder. You felt him hit your G-Spot and inclined off the bed, swearing until he stopped you with another thrust. You were a mess between the mattress and the duvet, half of the bed sheets drooping onto the floor beside your clothes, and nothing else flooding the room other than your shared moans. You held onto his shoulders, which flexed every time he moved deeper inside you.

“So deep,” you whispered. “I think I’m close.”

“Me too, baby.” He rubbed your clit faster. “With me, okay? Come on, sweetheart. You’ve got me so hard.”

He fucked you harder into the mattress, until a lurch of inexplicable euphoria threw you off, and you were meeting his chest with yours and whining for him to cum with you. He did, after a moment, and pulled out, lying beside you and moving his sweaty fringe from his forehead. You kept your eyes closed, unsure whether you would be able to meet his gaze without blushing. He turned around to face you, propping himself onto his elbow and coasted his lips across your cheek. He shifted so he could kiss your mouth, and without much more persuasion, you leaned in, and wrapped your arms around him.

“Stay here for the night,” you murmured.

Chuckling, he reciprocated. “I wasn’t planning on leaving, anyway.”

anonymous asked:

Okay maybe some cuddles between peter and his short and clumsy s/o with some making out and piggyback rides!

“Remind me again why I’m out of my bed at this ungodly hour?” you asked grumpily as you trudged along beside your boyfriend. He chuckled, tugging on your hand to get you to walk faster.

“Because we were supposed to finish our History project last week when we were given it, but someone kept kissing me when I tried to do research for it?” Peter retorted, grinning down at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You loved it, don’t lie to me, Parker.”

“True, but I would also love to finish this project in time,” he replied, chuckling. “So that, (Nickname), is why you’re out of bed before lunchtime, because we need to go to the library.”

“I still think you could have gone by yourself and FaceTimed me from the library,” you complained, pulling on his hand again. “And slow down, some of us have little legs and can’t keep up!”

Peter chuckled, turning to face you. “Would you like a piggyback so that we get to the library before it closes?”

“I don’t appreciate the sass,” you told him, raising an eyebrow. “But yes, a piggyback sounds great.”

He crouched in front of you and you jumped onto his back, tightening your arms around his neck as he straightened up and started walking. You rested your chin on his shoulder, tilting your head to kiss his cheek.

“You’re the best,” you told him brightly, nuzzling his cheek with your nose. He shook his head slightly, still chuckling to himself.

“What’s funny?” you asked. Peter turned his head so he could just see you out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re just so cute,” he told you. “I’m glad we left this project last minute.”

Your jaw dropped open in pretend shock. “Doth mine ears deceive me?” you asked dramatically. “Did Peter Parker just admit to enjoying procrastinating on a project?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me drop you,” he warned, grinning as he suddenly loosened his arms around your legs as if he really was going to drop you. You squealed, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck.

“If I’m going down, you’re coming with me,” you told him, trying to sound aggressive. Peter smiled softly to himself; you sounded adorable.

“I love you, munchkin,” he told you, grinning at the jab at your height. You rolled your eyes in exasperation, but could feel your jaw aching with smiling so much.

“Love you too, nerd.”