i made a similar one before i knew how to color so yeah

blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!


You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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The Painting

Hi babes!💘 this is a smutty oneshot about the reader ignoring Tom when she gets an idea for a new painting, and Tom only wanting to gain her attention more! A small argument and sexy time ensues! I hope that you guys like it!👼🏻

The Painting

When Tom had come home, he’d found her with her hair tossed messily into a bun, stains of color smeared across her skin, and standing in front of a rather large canvas dressed in an imbrued art smock. The smock in which his girlfriend sported was backless, and Tom was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, pink panties and bobby socks beneath it. He not only had a clear view of her legs, but her bum as well, and there was absolutely no way Tom thought that he would be complaining about anything when she was in such a state, but, there he was, complaining.
“Baby,” Tom whined, flopping into the nearest chair to her, “pay attention to me. I’ve spent my entire day missing you and now you’re barely even speaking to me.”
She sighed, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips, scrutinizing the piece of art in front of her. Crossing the room to mix together a concoction of red, pink, silver and white paint to create the perfect rosy tint, she answered Tom. “You know that I’m not trying to ignore you, I love you. It’s just that I think I may finally be breaking through the weird mental block I’ve had for a while.”
Tom nodded, understanding that she supported his artistic expressions, so he would have to buck up and support hers. It wasn’t as if he was unhappy with her painting, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was thrilled to see her final product, and he loved seeing the spark of imagination light up her eyes, but as Tom said before, he missed her so much. Their time together had always been limited and he was jealous that her painting was receiving more attention than he was, considering that she could spend a million and one hours with her painting at her leisure, but she had maybe 90 something hours with him .
She plopped down into Tom’s lap and kissed him on the cheek, “you can mix the paints if you wanna.”
Tom held the spatula that his girlfriend had handed over to him, and did his best to focus on following her directions, while defying the feeling of his girlfriend in basically squirming around on his lap while she glided her soft, warm lips up and down the base of his throat in between her orders.
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” Tom asked, curious as to what she was even painting.
Her kisses paused briefly, and then started up again between the words she said, “No! You can only see once I’m finished. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tom groaned, “is this good?” he motioned the colors he’d mixed. When she nodded, she made sure to turn her head to press a heavy, hot kiss to Tom’s lips before she hopped off of him. Sliding a hand down his face, Tom got up to leave the room. If he’d stayed there any longer, the images of her bending over in next to nothing would make him too hard to bare, so he decided that while she painted, he would busy himself with whatever nonsense that he came into contact with.
It had been a day and a half since her art project began, and since then, Tom had learned how assemble both a dresser and a cabinet, fixed every leaky faucet and broken appliance in her apartment, and had perfected a few random recipes he’d stumbled across on the internet. He was going out of his mind.
As time went on, she became even more and more appetizing to him. She was passionate and focused and Tom was, at that point, hard. No matter how many hot showers, cold showers, or even baths he’d taken, it wasn’t enough for him. Tom felt that if he didn’t have the real her soon, he’d burst into flames or melt into a puddle of sticky goo that would stain her carpet.
A few hours later, he heard the pitter patter of her socked feet rushing to meet him in the bedroom. Laying across her bed, Tom rolled over onto his side and peered at her smiling face when she entered the room.
“Tom, I need you.” She said, a blissful expression warming her features.
He quirked a brow at her, “oh yeah? What for, my darling, little love?” He looked her up and down, taking in the paint soils splashed all over her body, the exposed skin of her legs, her lack of bra, and hoped her response would indicate that she needed him to take her.
She rushed forward and knelt down by his bedside, taking his hand in hers, “help me with the painting, I’m just about finished.” She kissed his knuckles and laid her head onto her mattress.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed to see it until it was all done?” Tom said confusedly.
“I know what I said, but I’ve changed my mind. The painting needs your special touch!” As she got up off the floor, still holding his hand, Tom could think of more than a few things that could use his special touch.
When she finally brought him to a stop in front of her painting, Tom understood why she hasn’t allowed him near it. He could tell that the figures trapped within her canvas were lovers, even though they appeared to be more similar to florets than people. All the colors were soft and romantic, and he could see that she had added a tinge of shimmer to particular images, so the painting looked mystical and otherworldly. Truth be told, if he’d gotten anywhere close to it earlier in the day, he would’ve messed it up.
“Darling,” Tom breathed out, desperately trying to figure out how to express the level of his admiration to her, “I just don’t know how you manage to be so fucking magical all the time. It’s beautiful, I love it, but I’m afraid that me just standing this close to it will ruin it. Unless you need me to lift it, I don’t know how to help you.” Tom bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, moving to tuck some of her untamed fringe back behind her ear, where he couldn’t help himself but press a kiss to her earlobe as well.
Tugging his mouth back down onto hers, she mumbled in between long kisses, “help me just fill in a few spots, then it’s yours. I read somewhere that if someone helps you complete a task, the task, or in this case, the painting, will make that person think of you.” She broke away from Tom for a brief moment, and Tom heard her airly whisper into the crook of his neck, “I wanna make you think of me.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he guided her body away from his, “what are you talking about?” He was so genuinely puzzled that his confusion took the place of his desire to have her until the sun came up. “I always think of you. Literally, always. Ask anyone I work with, I never shut up about you.”
“Okay,” she said, disbelief laced firmly into her tone. Grabbing a paintbrush, she leaned into Tom to kiss him again.
“No, no, baby. Honestly, do you not believe me?” Tom was growing so perplexed that he was starting to get angry. “I love you, do I not tell you enough or something?” He knew that he was being abrasive and slightly over sensitive, but he didn’t know why she was playing as if Tom didn’t care for her.
Groaning, she walked out of Tom’s reach and back to where she stored her varying paints. “Tom, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm, nope. I’m going to worry about this because I’m pretty sure that this is something most couples in a healthy relationship would speak about.” Tom said, moving to stand in front of her.
“Let’s not do this,” she said, pushing her art smock’s strap back up to it’s proper place on her shoulder.
“No, no, let’s!” Tom declared.
“Tom, no! There is literally no point to this argument, if you don’t want to help, it’s cool.” She stood onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the corner of Tom’s unprepared lips. “See? It’s all good,” she said, going around Tom and back to her mostly filled in canvas.
“Please, can you just talk to me, darling?” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her body to him as tightly as he could without crushing her. “I love you and what’s important to you is what’s important to me. So please, please clue me in.”
The girl didn’t even need to turn around to feel his puppy dog eyes burning a hole into her back. “Fine,” she said shortly, “when ‘Homecoming’ drops, you’re going to be huge, bigger than you already are. Like you’ve said before, life is going to change and nobody can say for sure what will and will not change, only that there will be changes, and if life makes you go away, at least you’ll have this painting. At least I’ll be remembered as the girl who painted you the weirdly rosy painting.”
Tom was so stunned that he couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. “Are you serious? Sounds like you’re pretty sure you know what’s going to happen with us, huh, smart girl?” He knew that getting mad wasn’t going to help the situation, but his feelings were hurt that she thought he’d drop her just like that.
Removing his hands from her body, Tom turned, “fuck it, that is so irritating. I am not leaving you, and unless you plan on ditching me, I think that we’re going to be together for more than a long while, darling.” He sneered, pacing back and forth across the limited space her living room provided. “This is ridiculous, you’re so intelligent, so why you’ve gotten that into your head, I have no idea. I’ve made sure to factor you into nearly all aspects of literally everything I do, now why do you think that is?”
She knew that she was being dumb, but she couldn’t help it. She was so paranoid that Tom would be out one day and he would come across someone shiny and new, and then he’d realize that being with her was not what he wanted anymore. When she started her painting, her only goal had been to give Tom something that would leave an imprint of her in his mind, so that no matter what happened with them in the future, she would still be apart of him.
Her eyes grew glassy and tears threatened to boil over her waterline and smudge her mascara. She was mad at herself for being so insecure, and for possibly ruining her relationship with the one thing she’d meant to sort of bandage over her issues, and she couldn’t come up with a statement to justify herself to Tom.
Tom looked over to her figure, standing in front of the pink canvas, frilled bobby socks and lacy blue panties in all. Even though he was both pissed off and taken aback by her behavior, Tom couldn’t deny the urge to just slam himself into and make her understand she was the only person on the planet for him. Muttering, “oh, for fucks sake,” Tom marched purposefully over to her and smashed his lips roughly down onto hers.
Yanking her hair out of it’s rubber confinement, he broke away from her to watch it tumble down in waves to frame her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes by pressing a finger beneath her chin, Tom practically growled, “I am not going anywhere without you in my life. It’s like they say on that one soap opera that never seems to end, you’re my person. Couldn’t leave you to save my life, I’d come back to you forever.” He looked into her eyes, trying to find better words to make her understand that he was completely and utterly dead serious. “Get it?”
Her lips were puffy and her skin was still soft, despite being nearly every color of the rainbow and Tom was going to rip that smock off her body if it was the last thing he did. He could tell that she was humiliated that she let her paranoia get the best of her, and Tom, for a brief thought thought that she deserved it for thinking so lowly of their relationship. He only stopped once he took into account that if the roles were reversed, he’d be a snivelling mess of a human being because she was an angel among humans. He didn’t deserve her, but then again, surely no one else did either.
Tom’s grip on her calmed and he lovingly pried the paintbrush out of her hand and shuffled her around in his arms so that she too faced her masterpiece. “We’re going to paint this together,” Tom said, as his hands began softly untying the knot of her smock. “I’m going to continue thinking of you always and forever, even though you’re still going to be my girl and I’ll still be undeniably yours. Got it?”
Her eyes fell shut and she gasped when she felt Tom’s mouth press adoringly wet kisses to her exposed shoulders. She arched her back as one of Tom’s hands moved to the front of her body to knead her breasts. Blinking her eyes open, she saw that Tom’s other hand was still clutching the paintbrush and that he was currently dipping its tip into a circle of paint. “Answer me,” Tom ordered, sinking his teeth into her skin.
“Got it, got it, got it,” she rambled out dreamily. “Gonna be your girl forever.”
Maneuvering her slightly so that his view of the canvas would be clearer, Tom began to paint the little empty spaces she’d left for him with long brushstrokes. “That’s right sweetheart, my girl forever.” Switching hands, Tom held her to him with the hand that was also holding the paintbrush, and yanked the closest chair in arm’s reach over to where they stood. Sitting down, Tom guided her around to face him before pulling her onto his lap.
Her cheeks were rosy from a mix of blush and paint and her lips were parted and her chest was heaving. Her gaze flicked up and down Tom’s body so obviously that he had to smirk. Forcing her closer, Tom brought his hips closer to hers and watched as she subconsciously leaned into him, bracing her hands on his chest.
She shuffled a bit further onto his lap, so that she was aligned perfectly with the bulge in his jeans. Letting out a gasp, her hips bucked against him and she bit down on her lip to prevent another louder gasp from escaping.
Tom’s arms constricted themselves around her, one went around her waist and the other tangled itself into her hair. “I think the painting is finished.”
Not even turning to look, she nodded, breathing out a response so faint that Tom couldn’t even make it out. She slid a hand under Tom’s shirt to trace over the lines of defined muscle on his stomach. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know why my head makes me think things like that.”
Tom kissed her tenderly on both cheeks before placing an even softer kiss to her mouth, “it’s alright, darling. I don’t know why I got so mad before. I honestly don’t know how my head would make me think if our roles were reversed.”
“I’ll love you forever,” she said, rolling her hips onto Tom’s lap.
“I’ll love you for some time after that,” Tom chuckled, his hips beginning to meet hers. “But don’t take my word for it,” Tom began to litter kisses up and down her throat while he reached up to untie her smock, “let me show you how fucking much I love you.”
“Okay,” she said, her lips covering Tom’s as his hands tore the art smock from her body. Their hips collided as their clothes became one with her floor, and the rosy painting in front of them was to be hung and framed in the apartment that they came to share.

{I think this is like the my first contribution to the VLD fandom/LANCE and also, I don’t know much about heterochromia, contact lenses and spectacles so gotta suck it up, if anything} {Oh, warning: bad english because it isn’t my first language so yeah and this is going to be a really, really long post}


-Since Lance was young, he has been very conscious about the condition he was born with; heterochromia but what made it worse for him was that his left eye seemed to be in an uncommon shade of turquoise/blue(??) and kind of look like it is capable of glowing in the dark (yeah, he figured he can see clearly in the dark which was an advantage but again, it can glow like a fucking light bulb, how much more scared and insecure can my son be?) 

-His condition kinda scared his younger siblings at first which made him insecure about it although later on, they were fine with it

-So he began wearing contact lens in his left eye when he started going to high school because his schoolmates teased and bullied him for that before 

-His contact lens color is the same as his right eye which is a shade of very dark blue to the point it looks like an extension of his pupil (I know I messed it up in my art I guess lmao)

-For years, he went on with it then in the middle, his eyesight started to go bad so he needed spectacles

-And he was also teased for that so he had to get new contact lenses but still keep the old ones and a pair of spectacles with him, just in case

-This went on from high school, to the Garrison, and then, Voltron period started (Hunk only knows about the glasses since Lance can’t keep wearing his contact lens all day long and for some time, he struggled to keep his heterochromia secret going on)(Lance was right, Hunk’s the best of friends he could have asked for, for keeping his glasses thing a secret)

-One day, after another day of battling the enemy and saving a planet from their attack, Lance found his left eye exposed and contact lens missing 

-He panicked at the realization of only having that one contact lens with him because he left the extras on Earth when they had to leave. he didn’t think of it much at that time until then

-It was time for dinner and Lance wasn’t at the table to join the rest of team so when Hunk looked for him, he heard Lance’s voice from inside Blue 

-Lance said he wasn’t hungry so without needing to see his face, Hunk left Lance while the blue paladin has been going around for hours looking for his contact lens, thinking it came off during the battle

-Later on, Lance starts to cope himself up in his room once his insecurities started to overwhelm him and he was torn between wearing his glasses or just stay in his room to avoid seeing the rest of the team 

-After avoiding the team for almost two weeks except when there’s a mission (he leaves his room late at night to get food and wakes up early to hang around in Blue’s hangar all day long so he wouldn’t have to run into anyone else in the castle when they are under attack or got to their Lion), Pidge came barging into his room one evening

-Fortunately, Lance could cover his face the second she came in but after some shouting from Pidge and plenty of obviously pointless excuses from Lance, Pidge decided to drag Lance without bothering to ask him to stop covering his face (surprisingly, she’s really strong despite being the smallest of them, minus the mice)

-The group plus Allura and Coran have gathered in the room when he got there with Pidge, one hand still covering the left side of his face

-Lance finally removed his hand but only to close his eyes

-He told Hunk he lost his contact lens but then for the first time in forever, Hunk scolded him saying nothing matters anymore(his glasses issue) but knew Hunk did so because he was really worried

-Lance then agreed to Hunk and put on his glasses which he kept hidden in his jacket but still had his eyes closed which now still confused everyone including Hunk

-After thinking and making decisions in his head for a few minutes, Lance discreetly opened his eyes, subconsciously opening his left eye slower than the other

-As expected, the team looked at him in surprise and strangely, but was his turn to be confused when he saw Allura and Coran’s faces: their eyes were glistening with tears and beaming with excitement

-Not long after, Lance was confirmed to somehow be half-Altean when Coran made Lance undergo a test on himself and explained that Alteans have a medical condition similar to human’s (the one where your eyes can glow in the dark like animals’) but the condition made the eye glow brighter for Alteans 

-Weeks after the incident, Lance wore new contact lens, made by using Altean tech because he wasn’t used to looking at his eyes bare naked in front of the mirror and exposed to everyone (he’s still trying though)

-Also, being taught and guided to turn into his Altean form by Allura over the past few weeks, now Lance is stuck with having glowing freckles, which is another condition he could have inherited from his predecessor and is very rare (remember that starry freckles trend? yeah, close to that but literally glows in the dark) other then having the same Altean marks Allura and Coran have on his cheeks (THIS ISN’T EVEN HIS LAST FORM)


Bonus:

-Honestly, Pidge finds it interesting so she switches the lights on and off a lot just to watch him glow in the dark

-Hunk keeps spares of Lance’s contact lens for him, just in case things happen again

-Keith sometimes find himself staring at Lance (because who could have known he had a thing for freckles lmao)

-Keith’s situation could be merged with Shiro because damn, y’all and your ships. 

-(While maybe Shiro has a thing for Lance in his round glasses *dokidoki @ the sight of Cuban megane boi when he first walked into the room that night*)


I don’t mind anyone using this as reference or something as long as they tell me in some kind of ways so I am aware of them using it

I know I suck at writing so there you go

Good day :D

Addition (It’s really not necessary depending on how you wanna do it/Im just having fun): WARNING: SHANCE Lance: Wow, I didn’t realise I was training with my glasses on. It felt uncomfortable but it didn’t fall off though??? Shiro: *in his mind* Let’s bring it up a notch; Try riding me with it on.
That what friends are for - Peter Hale x Reader

Originally posted by nudev


Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!
Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!
Enjoy!
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You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.

****

The next day as you were walking out of school you saw Peter and Derek stood by your car. You sighed and made my way over to them cautiously.

“What are you doing here?” I grunted as I threw my bag into my passenger seat. I took a look at Peter and he smiled softly making you blush slightly.

You’ve had a developed a crush on peter not long after the Darach. Well it was more than a crush because not only did you like him, your body craved him so badly it hurt but who wouldn’t have you seen that man you thought. Derek turn to you with a confused face.

“I have a personal question to ask?” Derek asked nervously making you brows furrow, you blush soon forgotten. You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to elaborate.

“What is NSFW? Cora got a notification through to her phone but there was one of them hashtag thing saying NSFW and when I tried to open it she freaked out and ran up to her room.” Derek genuinely looked concerned but Peter had a smug smirk on his face. Your jaw drop and your eyes blew wide as you tried to stutter out a lie but you knew he’d call me out on it.

“I-I think that something you should ask one of the boys. Like Stiles or Scott…” You swallowed and looked over at Peter and blushed, ducking your head before he could see.

“Can’t you just tell me?” Derek asked confused.

“Google it.” You huffed hiding your face behind your school books. You looked over the top of the books to see Derek with his phone out. OH MY GOD! You scream internally.

“YOUR GOOGLING IT NOW!?” You screeched your face turning a deeper shade of red, you dropped your books letting out a squeak.

“Why wouldn’t I? I need to kn-Is that porn?” Derek’s eyes went wide as he stared at his phone, Peter started laughing making Derek growl.

“You knew.” It wasn’t a question it was a fact.

“I may be old but I know what Tumblr is. Half of that site is pure filth.” Peter chuckled, his eyes drifting to you before smirking.

“If you knew why didn’t you tell me?” Derek snapped angrily.

“Because it was more fun this way.” Peter laughed as Derek stormed off to the Camaro, he turned to you then walked closer. He stopped directly in front of you when he bent down, his denim clad ass resting on the back of his heels. He looked up at you as he grabbed your books, he was right in front of your pussy probably able to smell the arousal rolling off you. You blushed and bit your lip as he slowly stood up so he was almost chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward his lips brushing against your ear.

“See you later Y/N.” He whispered softly before handing your books to you and walking off.

You still hadn’t moved from your position, your legs felt weak. You could feel how he had affected you the evidence slowly soaking into your underwear. You let out a breath after five minute trying to calm myself down. He affected you in ways you’d never experienced, yet he hadn’t even done anything to you.

****

After getting home you decided to invited Lydia, Allison and Erica round for a sleep over. After turning 18 you left foster care and decided to buy a house with the money your deceased parents left you. It came in handy when the pack need a place to hang or plan for upcoming battles because there were no parents to deal with. Plus it made pack sleep overs easier. You ordered 2 large pizza’s and made sure you had popcorn and ice cream before hearing the door open and a bunch of chatter.

“So what was the reason for this ESR?” Lydia pursed her lips waiting for your response. ESR meant Emergency Sleepover Required. You guys had this code for whenever you needed each other.

“Peter Hale.” You huffed throwing myself on your king sized bed.

“You still haven’t made your move?” Erica laughed before flopping down next to you.

“He’s the sexy older bad boy! So no moves will ever be made.” You whined rolling over so you were on your back.

“What happened anyway?” Allison asked and she sat next to you.

“Derek came to asked me what NSFW meant. Peter was there and he knew exactly what it meant but didn’t speak up! God it was so embarrassing then he picked up my books that I dropped like a klutz but while he was down there, I almost died because he was about 15cm away from my goddam vagina!! When he started getting up he did it so slowly, I had dirty images flashing all up in my head! Then he whispered in my ear and I practically came in my pants!” You exclaimed my face flushed slightly as you spoke.

“Intense.” Lydia nodded, as she brushed through her hair.

“Seduce him.” Out of everyone you did not expect Allison to come out with this sentence and by the shocked faces neither did Erica or Lydia. You sent her with a questioning glance waiting for her to continue.

“Give yourself a makeover and seduce him.” Allison grinned her dimples appearing slowly.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. We could go shopping tomorrow!” Lydia added excitedly, her face glowing at the thought of shopping. Erica nodded in agreement before you sighed.

“Fine! Now enough about sexy older men! Pizza will be here soon.” You giggled and made your way downstairs.

For the rest of the night we enjoyed movies and ate to our hearts content. We gossiped about the boys and went to bed at quite early. When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for coffee at Starbucks before we went shopping.

You linked arms with Allison and Lydia did the same with Erica as you all made your way over to the first store. Coffee and credit cards in hand. Before long you had your arms filled with clothes to try on. You giggled as you made your way to the dressing room.

Your first outfit consisted of a suede, nude pink miniskirt, an off the shoulder white bodysuit and plain white peep toe heels.

You walked out and Erica wolf whistled at you making you chuckle. You did a little spin and Lydia looked at you as if something wasn’t sitting right with her.

“You need jewels.” Lydia finally spoke as she stood up and went to look at the jewellery section.

“A choker. Peter seem like the type to get turned on by something like that.” Erica snorted sarcastically before picking up a golden choker that curved round your neck but didn’t fasten. It also had a few gems in the middle making it look more feminine

“Oh yeah perfect! Next!” Lydia snapped clicking her fingers at you. You laughed and tried on the rest of the outfits by the time the last one came around you was tired but happy. You looked down at the last outfit and grinned. This was the one you had been looking forward to trying on since you started shopping. It was a pair of denim high waist skinnies, a long sleeved low cut black body suit, a maroon handbag and black ankle boots.

You wandered out the stall with a grin on your face the girls complimented you and told me you should wear this outfit today, you nodded and paid for everything. You linked with Erica and walked to the hairdressers. You told Lydia your hair was fine but she insisted on get a few high lights since it was summer. She also paid to get your makeup done making you sigh. You just hoped this worked otherwise all this money will have been wasted. Not that you don’t have money to blow but still as an ex foster child you know how hard life can be.

You looked at your freshly cut, washed and blow dried hair which had also been straightened, it looked nice your Y/H/C now felt brighter. You looked at your makeup, on your lips you wore a matte lipstick that was a similar color to your bag, and your eyes were a metallic brown in a smoky effect. It was all very dark but it looked perfect with your outfit.

“I called the boys and told them to meet us for lunch.” Lydia stated as you left the salon.

“Who’s coming?” You asked as you played with the ends of your freshly cut hair.

“Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Boyd, Derek, Isaac and Liam. Cory and Mason are on a date so they politely declined.” Lydia grinned then continued gushing on how cute mason and Cory were. You smiled as you saw the large table that contained the boys.

You sat down across from Stiles who was gawking, when you looked at the other boys they were gawking to except Derek, who just had wide eyes. You looked at Lydia with a panicked look thinking you looked bad. Before Lydia could open her mouth Stiles spoke up.

“I think I just popped a boner.” Everyone started laughing and you blushed slightly but chuckled as well. Derek glared at Stiles who quickly sat up straight.

“I mean…I love you Derek.” He grinned cheekily, before kissing Derek’s cheek telling him he was joking.

“Aww you guys are so cute!” You gushed resting your head on your hands. Derek blushed and mumbled something about not being cute. As each person looked at the menus you heard a throat clear making you look up to see Peter stood behind Derek. You blushed and looked back at your menu. You felt Allison nudge your knee with hers making you look at her. She motioned for you to sit up straight. You did as you were told and crossed my legs as you did so.

“Would you like to sit here Peter?” Allison asked politely as she got up to move.

“Thank you Allison.” Peter smirked and strolled over to the seat to your right. He sat down, his arms brushing against mine making you shiver involuntarily.

“You look nice Y/N.” He smirked down at you, his head resting on his left hand as he looked you up and down hungrily. Your thighs clenched as his voice reached your ears, shifting in your seat you looked at Erica for any kind of help. She smirked and motioned to your lips. You were confused at first but she bit her lips for emphasis making you nod lightly. You softly tucked my hair behind your ear and looked up at Peter.

“Thank you Peter.” You responded, your tone mildly flirty. You let out a soft giggle biting your lip lightly. His eyes immediately went to your lips, you watched as his jaw clenched his eyes narrowing slightly. You looked back to your menu before glancing up at Stiles who was smirking at you knowingly, you flushed and stared at him as he motioned to his phone. To anyone else it looked like he was just tapping his nails against his phone. You picked up my phone and looked at the new text you had.

Stile : In about five minute move your hair to left.

Me : Why

Stiles : Peter has a neck fetish.

Me : Not sure I wanna know how you know that. But Thanks babe.

You waited about five minutes after you ordered and moved your hair over your left shoulder and continued to Derek about how school. You glanced at Stiles whose eyes were presumably on Peter. He nearly laughed but quickly covered it up with cough. He looked at me and nodded slightly you giggled making Isaac and Derek look up at you. You quickly covered your mouth lightly. Making sure you didn’t smudge your lipstick.

“You know what I don’t wanna know.” Derek grunted before looking to the waiter who was slowly bringing out everyones food. You were halfway through your pasta salad when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and looked at the new text.

Derek : ‘Accidentally’ bump your foot against his leg.

Derek : And if you ever tell anyone I gave you help on how to seduce my uncle I’ll rip your throat out…with my teeth.

You grinned at the texts and shot a moody looking Derek a thankful smile. He nodded and went back to eating as he listened to Stiles. You continued eating, when you all ordered coffee and cake you glanced at Peter who was talking to Jackson about something. You tuned in to the conversation and waited for the perfect opportunity.

“Yes but basketball is a man’s sport. Lacrosse…not so much.” Peter said as he drank his coffee.

“Yeah whatever older man.” Jackson snorted before kissing Lydia’s temple.

“I’m not th-” He didn’t finish his sentence because you brushed your foot against his calf. You continued to talk to Isaac about the new movie he wanted to see.

“You’re not what?” Jackson chuckled as he drank if iced coffee.

“He was going to say he’s not that old.” You smirked as you turned to the boys.

“Yes. I was.” He responded stiffly as your foot ran up his calf.

After dinner you all made our way to the parking lot, the girls and you got to Lydia’s car but you were stopped by a strained voice.

“I’ll drive Y/N home girls.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed at you not waiting for the girls to respond he walked over to his car. You followed after looking back at the smirking girls. You stopped at the car as Peter open the door for you. You smiled at him, thank him before getting into the car. The ride was silent and it crossed your mind that maybe your plan hadn’t worked. You looked out the window contemplating what went wrong by the time you arrived at yours, you had lost all your confidence. You plucked up the last bit of courage and turn to Peter who had dutifully walked you to your door.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” You asked softly trying to appear confident. Peter nodded and followed you in but as soon as the door closed behind him you were thrown against it.

“Did you really think you’d get away with teasing me?” Peter growled, his nose touching yours. His lips less than 2 inches away, you stared at him wide eyed before realising your plan did work. You bit your lip letting out a little giggle.

“Oh this is funny is it?” He whispered against your lips, you shivered slightly but maintained your smile. You nodded and looked up at him through your lashes seductively.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His body pressed against yours as his left hand made its way around your waist. You gasped as he spun you round. You reached out your hands automatically slamming against the door. He gripped your hips tightly pulling you against his apparently rock hard dick. You whimpered and pushed back into him. He groaned softly before moving his right hand up your torso agonizingly slow.

“P-Peter please…” You pleaded grinding you ass against his member.

“Please what baby? What does my little seductive Kitten want?” He whispered in your ear making you shiver. You leaned your head against his chest and spoke.

“Bed..” You moaned as his hands ghosted across your breasts before quickly continuing to your neck.

He turned you round and picked you up wrapping your legs around him. You looked into his eyes before smashing your lips against his. Your body melted against his as he licked and bit at your lips slowly working his tongue past your teeth. He explored every crease of your mouth, you were enjoying the kiss that much you barely registered you were on my bed. He pinned your hands above your head, working his way down your neck kissing and biting his way down to your breasts. He moved the material out the way and kissed your uncovered nipple before circling his tongue round it. You let out a soft moan as he moved his attention to the other, you dug your nails into his shoulders making him growl.

“Peter please…T-Too many clothes…” You whimpered clawing at his top.

“Okay Kitten let’s get rid of these clothes.” Peter responded softly trying to sooth you. After he removed both your clothes he stood and stared down at you, prompting you to quickly cover your pussy, embarrassed by the staring. Peter crawled onto the bed and eased your hands away.

“You’re beautiful Kitten you don’t need to hide anything from me.” He reassured and began to kiss down your stomach. You watched as he slowly made his way to my bare pussy. He spread your legs further making you blush. His hot breath fanned across me causing you to whimper in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath as he finally pulled your lips gently apart and took an experimental lick.

“God you taste amazing..” He purred as he finally began attack your pussy with soft nibbles and licks. You bit lip painfully trying to hold back my moans. His tongue pushed into you slightly and you lost it you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Oh god…P-Peter Mmm..Fuck!” You screamed, your hand making their way to his hair tugging at it slightly. He pulled away and grinned at you like you were his prey.

“Do you wanna cum now or do you want me to fuck your orgasm out of you Kitten?” He whispered against your pussy making your back arch slightly.

“W-Want you to fuck it out of me…P-Please?” I knew I sound desperate begging like a child who wanted more candy but I had waited too long for this to happen.

“Okay baby don’t worry…I’ll take care of you.” He got off the bed after giving you a kiss on the forehead, he made his way to his jeans and took out his wallet. He rummaged through it and quickly pulled out a condom. He knelt back on the bed about to open it when you whined grabbing his attention. You shook your head and he look at you uncertain for a second.

“I’m on the pill…I-I wanna feel a-all of you…” You bit my lip hoping he’d agree, you’d waited too long for this and you didn’t want that barrier.

“Okay Kitten…I want you to tell me it I get to rough okay. I don’t wanna hurt you.” However the idea of Peter getting rough only served to turn you on more but you nodded anyway and spread your legs in invitation making him groan as he fisted his cock. Dear god he was big at least 9 inches, it made you wonder if he would fit.

He crawled over to you pressing a passionate yet sweet kiss to your lips before nudging your entrance. You let out a little sob thrusting upwards making his tip push in, he growled before slamming in the rest of the way with a firm thrust. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, burying your head into his shoulder, clinging to him like he was your life line. After a minute I felt the pain subside, you wiggled your hips experimentally. You whimpered and thrust up once again this time with more force.

“S-Shit Y/N don’t do that.” He groaned.

“Jesus Kitten you feel so good.” Peter added his jaw clench it restraint. After calming down a little he decidedly took control of the situation, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly. Your nails dug into his bare back making his thrust before faster.

“Oh s-shit! Faster..” You screamed as he sucked a bruise into your neck, his growls getting slightly more feral which only served to bring you closer to your end. You felt the pit in your stomach making you pull back and look into Peter’s eyes.

“P-Peter…so close…” You whimpered your eyes tearing up from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“M-Me too Kitten.” He panted softly his right hand intertwining with yours, he leant down and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt your stomach coil tighter and you moaned against his lips. He pulled back and whispered in your ear.

“Cum for me Kitten.” Everything unravelled, his name leaving your lips as you fell over the edge.

“Fuck…Y/N!” Peter growled into your ear as he followed moments after.

After a few minutes of panting and gathering ourselves Peter pulled out and got off the bed and grabbed his boxers. You looked over at him realising he was about to leave, your eyes starting watering, a tiny barely audible whine escaped your lips which made him turn round faster than you’d ever seen him move. He looked at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey, baby what the matter?” He questioned urgently his voice softer than you’d ever heard. He got back onto the bed and took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears.

“Y-You’re leaving…” I sniffled.

“Woah Y/N I’m not leaving honey. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up then get you a drink.” He said softly making you look him into his eyes.

“R-Really?” You asked hopefully trying to blink the tears away.

“I promise now wait here and I’ll be back okay.” He kissed your lips softly before moving and going to get what he needed.

After he’d wiped to down and given you a drink of water he rummaged through your drawers and found you a pair of comfortable undies then passed them too you along with the V neck he was wearing before. You smiled softly as he got into bed and pulled your body against his. You stared out the window at the stars.

“Goodnight Kitten.” You heard Peter whispered behind your ear.

“Night Peter.” You responded before letting your eyes drift closed happier than you’d been in forever,

That’s what Friends are for.

A Slice from Your Childhood

Summary: You’ve been struggling on what to get Steve for his birthday. Deciding to bring back a piece of his childhood, you made him his mother’s chiffon cake.

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday 99th Steve Rogers! 💕

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1,174

Originally posted by redhotshellac

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2AM - part 8 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst / perhaps a bit o’ fluff(??????)

Characters: Minseok X You

2AM [M] - Canon AU - Angst / Smut part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9


“Ahh,” you saw the pink in Kwangseok’s cheeks as he looked beyond you at Minseok, processing the words he heard as he came through the door before looking back into your face with a tiny grimace on his handsome face.

“Have I made a mistake? It’s just–” He rubbed his hand over his neck and looked at his feet. His shoes were left behind at the door out of habit, “–you told me last night to just come in.”

“I didn’t realize there would be company. I would have brought more coffee.” The smile on his face was tense. You saw clench of his jaw and heard the throat clearing from behind you where Minseok stood silent and motionless, probably thinking of some remark to fill in the building awkward silence that slowly settled over your head.

This was your part. You were supposed to speak now, yet you found your tongue uncooperative and impotent inside your mouth as your mind ran away with the memories. Last night….when you and Kwangseok had been laughing and giggling in that darkened corner of the bar and the drinks had flown through your bloodstream, bringing your flirting and frenzied laughter along as his eyes watched your lips move.

This was before.

Before the phantom of your love brought Minseok into existence into that very bar. This was when you were well lost in the illusion of having a fun night out with your….something special. What was he? Kwangseok wasn’t your boyfriend, as Minseok so pointedly called him as he ran away from the knocking door moments earlier. Yet the longer your memory played in your mind, the more you felt something. A sort of guilt, a sort of confusion, definitely the memory of Kwangseok’s lips on yours and the taste of his breath against your tongue. The memory of that broke through the haze of last night’s alcohol.

And your words as he ordered yet another drink, placing it in front of you at the table.

“Will you bring me coffee tomorrow for the hangover I will have?”

His shy smile was adorable even through the fuzzy memory. Yet in that smile you caught a flash of something. Disappointment maybe. Perhaps he had read into your words. Knowing you were definitely not inviting him home for the night, but would see him first thing in the morning instead.

And here he stood, holding two piping hot coffees from the cafe on the corner and a small bag with what smelled like sweet bread of some type. Perhaps those fish shaped buns from the old woman outside of your building. He knew you liked them, and Kwangseok had proven to be attentive and considerate in the short time you had gotten to know him.

A jolt inside of you made your lungs gasp in for the air you needed to speak and your mind scrambled for an excuse.

“Ahh, Minseok just stopped by after his morning run…to catch up. Last night in the bar was the first we had even spoken to each other in…h-how long was it?” When you turned to face Minseok, your eyes pleading with him to go along with your blatant lie, his eyes pulled themselves away from the taller man who used up a third of the oxygen inside of your apartment and he looked right into your lying face.

“A month.” You heard Minseok’s response, his voice quiet and believable. His face was blank and completely empty of any emotional reaction. His lips pulled into a tiny smile. Eyes void of any humanity and you recognized the expression. This was Xiumin now. The professional who reacted and performed as he was told when it was needed and when you turned to look back at Kwangseok you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, his jaw unclenched and he made his way further into your apartment to set the coffee and bread down on the table in your dining room.

“A whole month?” Kwangseok’s surprised voice reached your ears again and you inhaled a breath and nodded with an awkward smile.

“Yeah, not even a phone call.” Minseok leaned with outstretched arms onto your kitchen counter, his head hung down between his shoulders and you could hear the false layer under his voice cracking a bit. His eyes were down on your granite countertop and the flex in the muscles of his arms told you just how tense he was.

“He really does get busy.” You added softly and Kwangseok glanced between the two of you slowly, probably gauging the truthfulness of your words.

You didn’t blame him one bit. Everything about this situation looked bad. He’d walked in to your apartment unannounced, even though now you clearly remember scrawling your door code onto the palm of his hand with the pen you found inside his coat pocket. He’d laughed and accused you of frisking him and the intimacy made your face feel hot and flushed. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes as you had done it.

And once inside, with his promised coffee and good intentions, he finds another man inside of your home. Both of you trapped and stuck, looking guilty as you struggled to come up with a believable reason why Minseok would be here so early in the morning, other than the obvious.

He spent the night with you…holding you tight against his firm body as he slept and woke up with your legs still tangled within his own, the smell of your hair fresh in his nose and his body heat leaving a print on your skin that lingered for hours.

Did Kwangseok believe it though? His words were telling you that he did but the weird staredown he seemed to be having with Minseok was bringing a tense air into the room.

“Well then…I suppose the gentlemanly thing to do would be to leave you two to catch up.” Kwangseok shrugged into the empty space over your dining table and you slowly released the breath you had been holding without being too obvious that you had been holding it.

“No that’s not necessary,” Minseok lifted his head, sprung back to life suddenly you saw him moving around the counter, closer to where Kwangseok deliberated, and the taller man waved his hands in defeat.

“No, its really fine. I’ve had her all to myself this whole month,” Minseok swallowed hard and his feet stopped moving. He reached an arm out to steady himself on the counter and Kwangseok continued, “It’s only natural for old friends to want to catch up after so long. Especially when one of them might be moving on toward a new stage in her life.”

The breath you had been slowly releasing got stuck and caught in your throat and you coughed once, gasping a bit on your side of the dining room. You felt Kwangseok’s arm run along your shoulder, patting you lightly along your back.

“You two go ahead and catch up,” Your eyes were wide on his and even though you saw the sweet smile you had grown so fond of on his face, his eyes had a different hardness in them that you hadn’t seen before. You nodded your head once, settling out whatever it was that was happening on your own face and forcing a smile onto your lips.

“Please, enjoy the coffee Minseok.” He motioned with an arm toward the drinks on the table and Minseok’s frozen expression did not budge beyond the slow way he licked his bottom lip and bit down hard. His cheeks were pinker than usual and you were sure you had a similar coloring on your own face, based on the heat you felt at the back of your neck.

That heat was joined by Kwangseok’s hand as he moved the comforting patting up higher and you felt his fingertips run along your skin, making your eyes shoot to the soft brown eyes of the man who stood in front of you.

He watched your face for a moment, eyes roaming over your expression, most likely taking in the burning in your face and the heat you were sure he felt under his hand at the back of your neck.

“You’ll call me later right–” He whispered into the space between your faces and you closed your eyes once, trying to push the vision of Minseok out of your mind. Minseok who was surely watching this with the vision of a hawk. Minseok who was feeling whatever pain he was feeling from having to take part in this fucked up situation you had somehow let happen, “–when you are done with this?”

Kwangseok tilted his head, further blocking your view of the man who stood behind him and your gaze fell right into his eyes.

“Of course Kwangseok,” you assured him as well as yourself and you felt him lean into you. You felt the warmth of his cheek as he closed the distance and his warm breath lingered on your neck.

“Thank you, beautiful,” He said into your ear, loud enough to be heard from across the room and you felt the softness of his lips press up against your skin. Molding into the softness of your cheek as he kissed your face, moving too slowly for this situation. Your heart raged and clawed inside your chest with the kiss and you closed your eyes, wishing Minseok didn’t have to be here for this.

The warmth of his skin vanished while your eyes were still closed and you heard the footsteps of his retreat. You heard the door close and your mind swam as the heavily suffocating silence settled inside your chest, swelling up and coating your ears, your tongue, and your resolve with dread.

What would you find when you opened your eyes? Couldn’t you just keep your eyes closed forever and perhaps…not face the man who remained inside your home, probably watching you with those piercing eyes, waiting for you to build up the courage to face finally face him?

The groan did it. Soft and pained from across the room in a voice you knew, you opened your eyes to find Minseok leaning heavy against the wall of your kitchen. Having fallen backwards and given into the gravity that pulled at his body he groaned out and hung his head. Eyelids closing down he rubbed both hands over his face slowly and firmly, rubbing over his closed eyes. Cleansing his vision of the small bit of affection he had witnessed. Your guilt pulsed with your heart beat.

He didn’t nt speak. He didn’t move and he didn’t look at you for what felt like ages and when he finally moved you flinched from surprise. He moved quickly, dropping his hands to his side and taking three large strides in your direction. Closing the distance between where the image of him leaning against that wall burned a negative into the backs of your retinas and where you had stood watching and waiting for his reaction.

You expected him to be upset.

You half expected him to yell at you for bringing him along for this ride of lies, or possibly turn and leave without saying a word but what he did made your eyes widen and you inhaled a sharp breath of surprise.

Minseok reached the table where the coffee and bread sat and he reached for one of the cups, quickly removing the lid he lifted the cup up to his lips, ignored the warning rise of steady steam telling him it might be too hot to drink, he took a long sip of the coffee, forcing the scalding hot liquid down his throat with a noisy swallow.

You heard a gasp that had a tremble deep inside and the shaking in the cup gave away the dangerous mood you saw brewing deep within his rapidly blinking eyes.

“Minseok–” you called out his name softly and you saw him lift the cup again, forcing another swallow that you were sure he didn’t taste one bit as he gulped.

“–Minseok stop–”

“Why?” He said gruffly, his eyes still refusing to look up into yours and you reached for the paper cup he held in his hand.

He moved suddenly, pulling the cup away from your reaching hand and you saw the hot liquid slosh over the edge of the cup and dribble over the back of his hand. Your worried eyes watched his face for signs of pain but saw nothing but the steely look he shot back at you for interfering in whatever he had decided must be done with this fucking coffee.

“He told me to enjoy it. Enjoy his coffee. Enjoy his breakfast. Enjoy that fucking bed I slept in last night with–” The stab was so quick you nearly didn’t feel it until it began to set in. You felt the sensation creep up the back of your throat and you swallowed roughly at your guilt. Minseok didn’t finish his sentence but you knew the word he suddenly choked back with another quick drink of the coffee.

You.
The bed I slept in last night with you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to be your accomplice? Or would you care to share with me why you felt the need to lie about what happened between us last night.” You looked at his hand again and saw the redness growing where the coffee had burned him and you caught a change in his posture as his shoulders sagged. Much of his anger and bravado caving with the bitter words he shot out at you.

You took the chance and reached for the cup, prying it out of his hand. He didn’t try to resist this time and you held the cup in your hand that he also held in his own hand.

“I’m sorry, I panicked,” you admitted and you felt the burden of his eyes as he watched your face too closely.

When he let go of the cup, most of his anger seemed to have dissipated and you saw the return of the same forlorn look you had seen in his eyes last night. The same look you saw flash through his expression again and again as he looked at you during breakfast that morning, hidden well beneath friendly casual smiles and friendly gestures.

His eyes glanced down at the cup as he let go of it and you pulled it fully into your grip, feeling the heat of the liquid well through the thin paper, you looked down at the red on his hand with worried eyes.

“Minseok, your hand–”

“He wrote something there for you.” Minseok spoke up louder than you and interrupted your worries as you looked down at the cup in your hand.

Scrawled in permanent marker you read your name and below it, a message.

‘I like you a latte.’

The silly pun felt like Kwangseok’s usual style and your stomach churned as you looked back up into Minseok’s face.

“B-But Minseok…what happened last night, that was–” Your mind felt too jumbled for this kind of conversation suddenly and your stupid heart pumped too loudly inside your ears as you tried to figure out exactly how you felt, how he felt about the very real, yet very terrifying intimacy you were sure took place in that bed last night.

Intimacy without even the hint of sex.

The room was so quiet you were sure he could hear your pulse if he listened hard enough.

“–t-that was nothing,” you eked out through the flush on your face and you heard the thundering silence the filled the room you occupied with him.

You were sure it had been nothing… right? It had to have been nothing. He had just been exhausted and you had had too much to drink and the combination had weakened his stone-like resolve and you…well you had always been weak to Kim Minseok.

“Nothing,” he whispered under his breath and immediately took in a gasping draw into his lungs, peppering out a quiet scoff. A humorless laugh that had you shaking your head instantly.

Had you been wrong again?

He reached his hands forward onto your table and leaned against it, bracing on the sturdy piece of oak furniture that complimented the color of your kitchen cabinets and Minseok’s blonde hair alike.

“Minseok,” your voice pleaded and his eyes opened to meet yours. Incredulous and unsatisfied, those eyes stared at you with his lips parted and the tip of his tongue running along the fleshy part of his bottom lip.

“I didn’t mean nothing nothing–” your words scrambled from your lips quickly, backtracking like a coward you tried to clean up this mess before yet another stain set in, “–I just meant…we didn’t really … do anything that would be considered–”

“If you think that was nothing then you must not know me as well as I thought you did.”

A weird panic welled up inside of you, the more you heard from him. The hurt beneath the words screamed at you and you shook your head in earnest now. He couldn’t think that.

“You know I don’t mean it like that Minnie,” you insisted as you reached for his hand. The one you knew he had burned when the coffee spilled and your touch made him jump and wince.

“You hurt yourself,” you whispered. Concern for his well being was a constant in your life regardless of how confused you remained about the status of your relationship with him and he looked down at his hand in genuine surprise to feel the pain that came with your touch.

You pushed against his shoulders, surprised at how easily he moved under your palms and he turned as you steered him into your kitchen. An empty barstool readily accepted him and he sat in a daze at the counter watching you move around your kitchen.

“Did you…did you like it?” His voice was quiet and he cleared his throat nervously after he spoke. Clearly uncomfortable with the words he had forced himself to say.

“Yes,” your honest answer was easier to say with your head buried inside the drawer inside of your walk in pantry and you kept your eyes down on the first aid kit you pretended to be looking through.

“It was nice.” The burn ointment laid easily right on the top but you needed a bit of a crutch. The red medical supply pouch would have to do.

A movement from him flashed in your peripheral and you looked up and turned to see him walking and coming closer to you, his eyes focused on where you stood hiding on the other side of the open pantry door.

Your hand gripped the pantry door only to feel it swing open as he reached for it, closing in on your hiding space and exposing you as just as big of a coward as you always knew you were.

“What kind of nice?” His quiet voice bounced against your face and he took another step, moving even closer to you and your mind wandered through the many questions you had for this man as your eyes wandered over the smoothness of his beautifully familiar face.

“Why did you go along with it? Why didn’t you tell Kwangseok the truth?” You had to ask. Your curiosity was burning at this point. If he had been so offended at being involved in your lie then why didn’t he just tell the truth right away and ruin everything you had, with Kwangseok…whatever it was.

His hand was moving. The one not holding on to the door raised and your eyes followed its movement until your eyes went crossed and you felt his fingertips running lightly along your chin, along your jawline to your earlobe. His eyes flitted around with a disconnected look in their sharp angles and you tried your hardest not to close your own eyes at his touch.

“I think,” he began speaking as his fingertips turned and made their trail downward again, “that I would go along with anything you said…as long as–”

The light pressure of his thumb ran along the outline of your bottom lip and his eyes watched his own thumb. You found breathing difficult when his eyes pulled upward slowly, looking straight into your own surprised ones.

“–I’d do anything not to see that hurt in your eyes again. I don’t want to ever see that look because of something I did. Not ever again.”

His words felt significant, but there was a spell being cast from those eyes of his. The warmth that spread through your chest felt like a salve, soothing the years of hurt you always felt when thinking about Minseok. By no means healing it entirely but you felt something soothing in this.

It felt genuine and despite his close proximity to you he wasn’t leaning, he wasn’t pushing you to believe him or to respond with acceptance or forgiveness for any of it. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he watched you and his hand moved to cup your cheek softly. Gentle and light against your skin you could feel his warm breath against your face with the closeness of which he lingered in front of you, having moved well inside your hiding space inside the pantry. He had come to you this time.

When he licked his lips and bit down lightly on his upper lip, before releasing it and doing the same to his bottom lip, your focus was pulled. That pouty mouth that naturally turned down at the corners danced through your vision until he settled and stilled with his lips parted and his white teeth peeking out from just behind.

Before the latest crisis with Kwangseok, Minseok confessed that he missed the way you tasted and if you were being completely honest with yourself you missed his taste as well. You loved this man but you also craved everything about him. Including the flavor of his breath.

You must have leaned because the feeling of your lips cascading over his parted ones flipped a switch inside of your belly, sending a feeling of warmth flooding through your abdomen and lower. You felt the flush of your skin and you heard the thrumming of your own heartbeat in your ear drums and when his lips parted further, pulling your tongue inside of his mouth the sound at the back of your throat surprised you.

Minseok kissed you back. His hands moved from your cheek to thread fingers into your hair at the back of your neck and another arm slipped around your waist and squeezed tight as you slinked your own arms around his waist, running your palms up his back.

Your brain told you that you needed to breathe but he was kissing you back with a slow tenderness you hadn’t expected. It felt different, yet as familiar as breathing in and out or walking on your own two legs.

He was the one to break the kiss first and the deep gasp for air you heard him take mirrored your own deep breath. With his arms still holding your body firmly you felt the weight of his forehead rest against your own and his lips, still wet from your mouth pressed lightly against the tip of your nose, once, twice, a third time and the appreciative hum from him vibrated against your chest that rested firmly against his.

“I may be rusty on the whole ‘just friends’ thing but I don’t think friends kiss each other the way you just kissed me.”

He was right. You swallowed away the bitter knowledge of that fact and you tasted something on your tongue. Something just a bit off about the kiss and your mind focused and cleared as you realized what that taste was.

Vanilla latte. The drink Kwangseok had bought for you that Minseok drank moments earlier.

Kwangseok.

Minseok had been silent for a while until he relaxed his hold on you and took a step back.

“Umm–” he said quietly, with his eyes shifting back and forth, “enjoying his coffee is one thing, but I doubt this is what he expected when he left us alone together Baby.”

Minseok’s mind had wandered in much of same direction as yours had and his hands ran through his hair with a low groan of frustration.

It was your own fault though. You had kissed him. You had forgotten that you told Kwangseok to come over for breakfast last night when you were too drunk to know better. You were the one that climbed into that bed with Minseok and gave in to the intimacy you had been craving from him all along and now, you could feel something stiff pressing against your thigh in the close confines of this stupid kitchen pantry.

“I’m sorry Minnie,” you said, although you didn’t really feel sorry for what you had done. Not with the heat between his legs resting against you the way it was.

He took another step back and his warmth vanished. Your bottom lip stuck out further with his absence and his eyes glanced down at your mouth.

“Where are you going?” You whined and he laughed once.

“I don’t know where I’m going but I’m going. You–” He backed up again and you caught the way he pulled at the waistband of his sweatpants, adjusting himself inside his underwear. “–you really are unfair sometimes.”

You knew he was right. You were, again and again, too weak when it came to Minseok.

“Stop looking at me like that. You know we can’t do this.”

Had you been pouting more? You bit down on your lip to stop it from happening.

Minseok had gone silent again. His arms over his own chest as he leaned against the counter, well away from you and the space you stood and tempted him from. He was watching you with a look on his face that told you he was working up to something. You could practically see the words dancing on the tip of his tongue when he opened his mouth and licked his lips again. He reached up to wipe his own mouth with his fingertips but his eyes were on you. His fingers moved too slowly along his bottom lip.

“You’re going to have to do this. I don’t trust myself anymore, it has to be you.” He was breathing heavily as he watched you and you shook your head, not quite sure of what he meant.

“What?”

“Tell me what to do…tell me what you want. I’ll do anything. You want me to be your friend just, tell me that. But this…” he pulled his finger away from his face and pointed toward the pantry through the open door, “–this kinda thing makes me want to–”

He cut himself off with a deep breath before he continued. “–makes me want to enjoy fucking his woman too.”

You closed your eyes and dropped your head. The temptation was too much but the aftertaste of that coffee sat heavy on the back of your tongue. Despite the fact that you and Kwangseok had never set any parameters for your relationship, the truth was that you had been seeing him for a month. You knew he liked you. Honestly you liked him too. He was nice. He doted on you and showed you the kind of affection you had always wanted and he treated you with respect and trust.

He didn’t deserve this. And you probably didn’t deserve his blind affection. Not with how you had been behaving around Minseok all morning.

Not that it was fair to Minseok either. The man was clearly affected by you and you knew better than to kiss him like that.

The longer you stood with your eyes closed and your thoughts and guilt bouncing around your heard the more the spell drifted and faded and you heard Minseok hum as he seemed to realize what you were doing.

“Sorry. That was … just my dick talking, I’ll behave now.” A beeping was sounding out and Minseok pulled his cellphone out of his back pocket, silencing the device.

“Work?” You knew the usual signs as he screwed his eyebrows together and scrolled through something on his screen.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “I have to go.” His nose scrunched up and he made a face complete with adorable frown and wide eyes. He was purposefully acting cute now, to settle the tense mood that had developed between you both with the kiss.

You nodded, understanding that his job would always come first. It was something that you accepted years ago. He was EXO’s Xiumin before he was your Minseok and you hadn’t once ever tried to fight it.

He was halfway to the door when he paused and half turned back to face you. Of course you had followed him as he exited, reluctant to see him leaving after having had him for so long…the whole night, something that had never happened before and your heart longed for it to happen again and again while your brain screamed that he wasn’t your boyfriend and you should stop dreaming of such silly unobtainable things and be thankful that you had found another man who might possibly be more available to love you the way you’d always wanted to be loved.

“Hey there’s this…” he reached for you absentmindedly as he talked and you felt his fingertips tracing along your open palm. Did he know he was touching your hand? Did he know how hard your heart pounded when he touched your hand absentmindedly like this?

“Chanyeol is throwing this early Halloween party this Saturday. It’s just us and our closest friends and it would be great if you came.” His brows were lifted and his face sweet and hopeful. The sight made you smile and nod your head twice.

“Yeah? You’ll come?” He said with a widening crooked smile on his face.

“Yeah I’ll come.” Why did you feel so giddy all of a sudden? Like your high school crush had just asked you out in a date and your smile took over your face, threatening to give away just how excited you were at the idea of finally hanging out with Minseok at his place, with his friends and group mates, actually in his world for once instead of hidden away inside this apartment with him doing secret and naughty things you didn’t feel comfortable even telling your best friend Minhee about.

“You have to dress up to come.” His face had taken on a beautiful brightness that he was working just as hard as you to conceal and his hand linked his fingers between yours.

He was stalling and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his face as he did it.

When you heard the beeping coming from his pocket again he laughed and groaned as he let go of your hand to silence the alarm on his phone again.

“I’ll send you the time and address,” he said. His hand was on the door now and he pushed it open turning back to look down as he pulled his shoes on. Before he was fully out the door though he turned back and you yelped when his hand found yours again and tugged you hard into the doorway. His hands reached for your face and you felt his lips pressing up against your cheek. Leaving noisy sloppy kisses against your face as you giggled at the sudden attack.

It was silly and unexpected, especially from Minseok and when he let you go you wiped at the wetness on your cheek with the back of your hand, trying not to laugh too loudly.

“There. I got you back for earlier. I’ll see you later love.” He said with a cheeky grin and a wink and his hood and face mask were on as he rushed down the hallway toward the elevators that would take him to the exit.

You lingered at the door for longer than necessary, watching the space where he disappeared around a corner and you jumped when the sound of a throat clearing behind your door made your eyes widen and your heart leap inside your chest.

“Love?” The person standing on the other side, who had definitely witnessed the entire exchange asked in a voice as familiar as could be and you winced as you slowly peeked your head around the door to meet the questioning eyes of the person who stood there.

2AM [M] - Canon AU - Angst / Smut part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

lavender hues (m)

fantasy au (reposted)

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: angst and fluff
word count: 13.094
warnings: sexual content 
author’s note: previously named ‘if these wings could fly’ in my old blog. I’m just reposting it with a new name. :)


Beauty. If someone asked you to define it, your mouth would probably go dry and your heart would flutter yearningly, freezing as the words turn heavy in your mind and dissolve in the tip of your tongue.

Beauty is short-lived but ubiquitous, a transparent but shimmering liquid running in rivulets through hidden alleyways and veiled landscapes that the eyes don’t notice unless they look twice. Beauty is found in the unexpected, in the withheld words of the timid poets, in longing stares and authentic, carefree laughs. Beauty is found in what the eyes can see, in what the ears can hear, in the deep reverie of the colorful minds and in the dreams held close to the heart.

Beauty is fleeting and you’re unable to grasp it. All your life you’ve chased it, extended your hands towards it, longed to touch it with your fingertips. But your steps are slow and your hands are ungifted, and you can only imagine what it would be like to create beauty, to have the hands of those that are able to reflect love and joy and pain in books and paintings.

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look at me

ao3 | ffn

summary “What do you do if you’ve discovered your best friend’s biggest secret but kept the fact that you knew from them?”

He keeps giving her this look, one that told Marinette that he knew something, that she was out of the loop on something. One that she could never decipher, no matter how hard she tried.

a/n because i wrote this so long ago, and never posted on tumblr. so here you go, one and half a year over due

this is part of a companion piece (both are one-shots)

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She didn’t know what to think about this friendship with Adrien.

Marinette was pretty sure it began when they were 16 and had coincidentally met at one of the cafes outside of school. She had just finished defeating an akuma and ducked into one of the alleys squished between shops to transform back. When Marinette walked out, she met head-to-toe with Adrien Agreste.

Obviously, Marinette blushed massively and managed to stammer out a “A-A-Adrien!” before he smiled and began conversing with her. Apparently he had just been at a photoshoot and was planning on going home before the akuma fight had broken out. He had hidden in the cafe for shelter. Marinette nodded, saying she did similar but didn’t elaborate. Smaller lies were simpler, after all.

Then from there on, they kept on meeting. Coincidentally.

He was planning on buying a book from the local bookstore. He was thinking of trying organic pineapples sold at a farmer’s market. He was checking out the flowers sold at the front of a magazine stand. “For a friend” he had said and she never really thought twice about why he was shopping for bouquets at a magazine stand.

She never really questioned it, because it was none of her business. To say she wasn’t curious was a lie but Marinette respected Adrien enough not to intrude on his privacy.

But it kept coming.

They started to talk to each other and hang out after akuma attacks. It didn’t happen all the time, but often enough for Marinette to wonder if it was really just coincidences.

“It’s not like he’s stalking me,” Marinette told Tikki one day, laughing. Her kwami replied with a sliver of a smile. 

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Buttercream :1 (M)

Originally posted by helendrv

1. | 2. | 3.

Genre:
Smut/Angst/Fluff

Summary: (Previously posted under @suganeedsanap) When you fell in love with Kim Taehyung, it was as sweet as cake and bitter as beer. He made your heart swell, but others disapproved. Those days are over, but memories still linger. Maybe this bachelorette party will help ease your mind. Besides, You’ll be Ms. Jimin Park. But why aren’t you happy?

Warnings: Alcohol Use

Word count: 4,024

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

A/N: This is a story I’m moving from my main blog to here. I’m having a hard time finding worth in my work so this is an exercise of me looking at my past work and appreciating my writing. I hope you guys enjoy this story. This is one of my babies. 

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Close Call ~PART 2

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Guess who’s back with more angst! It’s me!

Essentially (if this comes up in your tags and you haven’t read the first part), Keith and Lance get captured and separated. It doesn’t work out too well for anyone. Go read that one first. This one is longer because the parts just get progressively longer okay let me live.

I’m gonna just @taylor-tut and @dogsahoy and @voltronpaella since I tagged you three blessings in the first part so I may as well tag you in this, too.

This part is what’s currently happening with our favorite blue paladin. Enjoy! or don’t enjoy because everything i write is sad af


“You’re awake.”

The voice carried immeasurable relief, which Lance couldn’t help but consider odd, seeing as he didn’t recognize it.

He blinked, eyes adjusting blearily to the dim prison cell. Consciousness, unfortunately, brought the pain in his side with it. He shifted his gaze to the person leaning over him, who appeared to be pressing a cloth to the stab wound.

And Lance sucked in a breath. He knew those eyes. The color of the hair, the pale skin, even down to the small build. Lance recognized it all.

Despite never seeing the boy in person before, Lance knew without a shred of doubt that he was looking at none other than Matt Holt.

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Guest: Part 3

You can read Part 1: HERE

You can read Part 2: HERE

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There were a lot of other couples on the dance floor but, in the moment, it felt like you were the only ones. You awkwardly reached out your hand to place it on his waist and he snickered, taking your arms and sliding them up around his neck.

“S’not prom,” he said, “You can hold me proper.”

Originally posted by harrysimpact

You walked through the grass down toward the dock which overlooked a perfectly calm lake, currently illuminated by moonlight. Your shoes began to sink into the soft ground so you stopped, took them off, and continued to walk barefoot.

Once you reached the dock, you could no longer hear the laughter and joyfulness from the wedding party behind you and the air around you was incredibly still. You dropped your shoes down on the wooden planks and leaned against the railing, trying to catch your breath and process what had just happened.

This wasn’t what you had been expecting when you invited Harry to this wedding. It didn’t matter if you were attracted to him or if he made you feel comfortable and you enjoyed the ability to be yourself around him. You had just wanted to have a good time at the wedding, maybe get to know Harry a bit better, and then call it a night and have nothing change. Something had changed; it had already changed. The moment Harry made a move in your direction, things had changed. You could blame it on him being a bit drunk, but you knew him enough to know that he was still very coherent when he was drunk. The move to kiss you – at least, that’s what you were fairly sure he had been aiming for – wasn’t done out of drunkenness. Harry had been very aware; you could see it in his eyes.

You heard shoes clomping on the dock behind you a few minutes after you had arrived and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, not even bothering to turn around, “I didn’t mean to run out on you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry lean on the space of railing beside you and stare straight ahead.

“S’okay. It was gettin’ pretty warm in there.”

“I wasn’t that warm,” you muttered.

“You felt pretty warm to me.”

Your stomach jolted and you swallowed the rising bundle of nerves that were inching themselves up your throat. You couldn’t look at him – it seemed to be a running theme for that night – you would break if you did.

“Harry, I – “

“M’sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he cut in.

“No, you didn’t,” you sighed, finally turning so you faced him, “You didn’t do anything, Harry. This whole thing…this is my fault. I asked you to come here with me and then I freaked out when you tried to get closer and I had no reason to, and I’m sorry. I probably gave you the wrong impression and that’s on me.”

“What impression were you tryin’ to give me?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the chill air of the evening for the first time.

“I don’t know. I didn’t want you to think that I had asked you to the wedding because I was expecting anything from you other than friendship, but I think that…might have gotten lost somewhere on that dance floor.”

Harry turned and rested his back on the wooden railing, pursing his lips a bit and staring back toward the tent. Finally, after a few moments of silence, he spoke again.

“I really like you.”

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The Great Paper Stealer(Reader x Steve Rogers)

Word Count: 2194

Summary: College AU: Reader is an English Major and Steve is an Art Major, and the only reason that the reader knows his name is because he often steals the reader’s paper

Warnings: none

A/N: I love college!Steve and I wanna date him so hard heeheehehe. hope you guys enjoy this, it was so much fun to write <3 (don’t judge me the title is stupid bc i couldnt think pls love me)

not my gif but i luv it


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4

Part 1

A/N: Okay so universes may be colliding because of the gif of Barry Allen, but Marvel needs more speedsters.

The next day, Peter kept his eyes out for you literally at all times. He would wait by your locker, try to intercept you in the hallways, and even tried to wait outside your classes. He had no luck spotting you the entire day. Peter liked to reassure himself that you might just not be in for a completely different reason, but he knew why you weren’t at school.

The next thing Peter tried was going to your house with some of your work, just in case he needed an excuse. Your dad answered the door and smiled widely at the sight of Peter. He always liked to discuss any sort of science subject with Peter. “Hello, Peter,” your dad greeted, “Can I help you?”

Looking at your dad, Peter tried to imagine him years ago when he was saving the city with his speed. He wonders if he still has his powers. You mentioned your dad losing friends. Did the death of one of them compel him to give up on being a hero? Peter nodded swiftly, “I was wondering if Y/N was here? I have some things to give her.”

Your dad made a little face. “Sorry, Peter. You just missed her. You could leave it here if you want.” Peter didn’t miss a beat and simply smiled with a nod.

After some small talk with your dad, he excused himself, making up a lame reason involving Aunt May. Your dad just said bye and told him to be safe walking home. Peter began walking home, since he had no where to go really.

He’d always ask you how your dad was and you always responded with “Awesome.” Under different circumstances, Peter could almost imagine you laughing and saying, “I told you my dad was awesome!”

His phone buzzed when he was about halfway home. Mr. Stark was texting him. “We got a speedster. Might need you.” His eyebrows rose and he quickly ducked in an alley to change into his Spiderman suit.

By the time he got there, Mr. Stark led him to a cylinder with a constant blur. Steve, Natasha, and Wanda were there, all prepared for what might happen. He gulped and asked the obvious question, “This is the speedster?”

“Yep, they’re trying to break through the glass, but this-” Mr. Stark tapped the glass. “-is unbreakable to them.” He began walking around the glass cylinder. “The energy of running this fast is astronomical, so they should stop soon.”

Steve stated firmly, “I’m not a fan of this. They’re using their power for good and we’re treating them like a criminal.” Peter noticed the gender neutral pronouns and realized that they don’t know who you are.

“Okay, Mr. Social Justice, we’re simply keeping them here so they will talk to us,” Mr. Stark explained. Wanda seemed unsure of how she felt, but Natasha recognized that if they wanted to talk, this had to be done.

Peter didn’t say a word about the situation. He simply kept his mask on and got ready for the inevitable.

The blur in the cylinder slowed down slightly, until they could see a human figure. It was still moving very fast, but your shape was getting more defined. Then, they could see that you were a girl, even though you’re wearing your suit. Finally, you collapsed in the cylinder, having used up too much of your energy.

The action made Peter remember your dizzy spells as a child. Did you really have these powers your whole life? You did describe it as a gene. He stepped closer as Steve protested, “Get her out of there, Stark.”

You were taken to another room, with bindings on your limbs that were similar to the cylinder. Regaining the tiniest bit of energy, your eyes opened slowly, lazily taking in your situation. Once you spotted Spiderman, you scoffed, “Of course.” To the best of your ability, you sat up straighter. “Does anyone have any food?”

“Yeah, what do you want?” Wanda asked. She looked conflicted and almost hurt. You must have reminded her of Pietro.

“Tacos.”

Tony began placing the order. “How many, kid?”

“850 should be enough,” you answered truthfully, “Not factoring in guacamole and chips. To be easier, grab the granola bar in my bag that is laying around here somewhere.” Peter grabbed your bag and pulled out the granola bars you liked. He remembered you saying that they’re to combat the dizziness you used to get.

“What are they?” Mr. Stark asked curiously.

You immediately replied, “A more convenient form of 850 tacos.” Peter went over with the granola bar. Mr. Stark held him back for a second, but Peter pushed past him to get you food. Your hands were bound, so he fed you the granola bar, feeling much more relieved as the color returned to your face.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you continued to eat.

“What do you think?”

“Spiderling?” Peter looked back to Captain America, Wanda, Natasha, and Mr. Stark. They all looked terribly confused, but didn’t come any closer. He turned back to you and asked, “May I?” He gestured to your mask.

“I don’t get much of a choice,” you said as if you still had no energy. Peter chuckled at that before carefully placing his hands on your mask. While taking off your mask, he tried to be as gentle as he could. Your eyes met his and he could see all your emotions. Hurt, betrayal, sure. But there was all relief at the familiar face.

Peter took off his own mask so you could see his eyes. “Get her out of these binds.”

“Spiderling, I think you need to explain this to us,” Mr. Stark stood with his arms crossed. He had a stern expression on his face. “We’re not letting her go without an explanation.”

Steve looked at Mr. Stark, conflict evident in his eyes. He didn’t want a girl as young as you bound against your will. What did that make the Avengers seem like? He knew the morally right decision so he cut in, “Stark, we’ll be able to get an explanation without the binding.”

Stepping forward, Wanda stated, “I agree. Let her out.” While she was cautious, your powers reminded her of Pietro and made her more compassionate of your situation.

“This does seem rather unnecessary, Stark,” Natasha mentioned. She appeared to be bored, but you knew by her stance that it was simply an illusion, hiding her diligence.

Mumbling as he did so, Mr. Stark undid the bounds. You stood up suddenly, wondering if you should just run away, until Peter grabbed your hand reassuringly. He leaned in closer and whispered, “Please stay this time.” Peter even joked that you wouldn’t want the Avengers after you.

Your best option was to cooperate and then they might let you on your merry way. They led you to a place in the Avenger compound with a couch for everyone. Seeing the Avenger’s moving around comfortably, you guessed that it might be the living room. Peter sat down on the couch and patted on the spot next to him. Hesitantly, you sat down there.

Mr. Stark observed you carefully for thirty seconds before asking Peter, “Okay, Spiderling. She’s out. Now how do you know this one?”

“We share classes,” he answered in casual tone, “Like Chemistry and Algebra II.”

“So, she’s your friend?” Natasha checked. The two of you nodded. “You didn’t seem too surprised when her mask came off. Did you know who she is?”

“I only found out last night.”

Not liking how they were talking about you as if you weren’t in the room, you interjected, “You know I’m right here, right? I can answer questions.”

“Okay,” Steve asked, “What is your name?”

You looked at him in the eyes before replying, “Y/N Y/L/N, speedster, high school student, doesn’t appreciate being trapped like a fly in a glass.”

He nodded. “Fair enough. Sorry we had to meet in those conditions, miss Y/L/N.”

“How did you get your powers?” Wanda asked curiously. If more human enhancement was occurring, they had no idea what they would do.

“From my father,” you answered truthfully, “He got the powers from an induced lightning strike in the lab, which released dark energies.”

“Powers?” Mr. Stark echoed.

“I can run through walls and possibly travel through time.”

“Those are two very different things,” Peter pointed out. You shrugged. His eyes lit up and he perked up. “Wait, can you vibrate your molecules at an atomic level? That’s how you go through walls?” You nodded casually. “That is so cool,” he exclaimed.

After about ten minutes of questions, Mr. Stark requested to see your powers in action when he knew what to look for. You looked at Peter, who nodded, and agreed. You ran around for a while before the treadmill there physically broke.

Looking at your top speed, Wanda uttered, “That is faster than Pietro could even think of running.”

Speeding to her, you explained, “That’s because Quicksilver’s speed was simply enhanced. I get my powers from the Speed Force that was invented when my father was struck.” Once you started talking, you felt giddy that you had people to tell. These were the Avengers, so you assumed there’d be no consequences.

Finally, they wanted to test your reflexes. While they did simple things like throwing balls at you, the last test was the difficult one. It wasn’t a real gun, but it did shoot bullet like objects. It wouldn’t kill you, of course. Wanda distracted you by levitating balls in front of you while Natasha shot the gun.

Once you heard the gunshot, time stilled for you since you were moving so fast. You stopped with a close fist in front of your chest. The Avengers crowded around you to see you open the hand with the bullet.

“That is awesome!” Peter cheered. Mr. Stark seemed impressed and gave you a number to contact him about potential membership for the Avengers or to warn hi if you’re coming to a crime scene.

Your energy was through the roof and Peter seemed just as excited. “Y/N, your powers are the coolest things I’ve ever seen!” He exclaimed before hesitantly asking, “What happened to working alone?”

“I think if my friends are superheroes, they might have a better chance than humans,” you answered, “I was actually going to apologize today, but Mr. Stark found me first.”

“Oh okay,” Peter replied in a weird tone, “I would offer you a lift home, but looks like we’re walking.” He had taken his suit off at the compound.

Your eyes flashed mischievously. “I could give you a lift.”

“Wait, Y/N, the friction-” You accidentally cut him off when your grabbed his shirt and sped to his apartment. His shirt, because of the friction he was about to mention, caught on fire. Your eyes widened at the sight and Peter freaked out. Finally, he took the burning fabric off and you stomped it out. “As I was saying, the friction.” He gestured to the burned shirt.

“Sorry, Peter,” you said while cringing, “I better go before the situation gets any more awkward. See you tomorrow.” Using your super speed, you quickly kissed his cheek and ran home.

The force forced Peter to the ground and he felt the lightest pressure on his cheek. Smiling to himself, Peter entered his apartment, with no plan on how to tell Aunt May why he was entering without a shirt.

Stars in His Eyes

Hi guys! I’m really sorry that I haven’t been posting as much, but school has been crazy busy! This is just a fluffy imagine that will totally have a part 2, so I hope you enjoy!💗

Stars in His Eyes
Tom kept his eyes trained on her while she wandered throughout the party with Laura. He knew that she would probably be safe because she was with their friend, but he just needed to make sure that nobody got too close to her and made her uncomfortable. Ever since Tom had known her, she had been almost painfully shy and had suffered from anxiety, especially in large crowds, so Tom just wanted to ensure that she was alright. She’d gotten swept away from him before, and Tom refused to lose her again.
The beer bottle in his hand was freezing cold and he longed to hold her hands between his own to warm up. Tom wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked tonight in her little sundress, with her hair curled into soft ringlets that hung down her exposed back. Her lips looked like rosy, red pillows and her eyelids were painted a shimmery, champagne color. Her cheeks were blushing and Tom didn’t know how, but the light enveloped her entire body, so wherever she went, she shined like an angel. He wanted to tell her all these things and more, but instead, he’d kept his mouth shut the best he could.
They weren’t together, they were merely friends. But, that being said, they were friends who brought each other hot drinks on cool days. They were friends who lent each other coats and snuggled together under blankets. They were friends who shared food off of the same plate and who held hands to cross the street. They were friends who fell asleep on the couch together while they stayed up all night watching films. They were friends who longed to be more.
Looking back over her shoulder, she glanced back to where Tom, Jacob and Harrison stood, their backs leaned up against a wall. She prayed Tom wouldn’t see her as her eyes flicked over his frame.
He looked so good, the best, she pondered. His jeans fit him impeccably and she wondered who’d helped him pick them out, because surely they deserved an award, and the buttons of his shirt strained against the broadness of his chest, forcing the lines of definition hidden beneath to be showcased to their fellow party-goers.
“Hey,” Laura’s sudden voice called out, cutting into her fantasy of simply walking up to Tom, and yanking him down to kiss her. “Let’s get another drink, yeah?”
Nodding her head, the girls rejoined hands and did their best to push through the crowded living room and into the kitchen to refill their cups.
Jacob nudged Tom’s shoulder when he saw that his friend’s attention was focused entirely on her retreating frame through the kitchen’s door. “Dude, this has to stop. You look like her stalker or some shit.”
Harrison snorted into his beer before agreeing, “Yeah, mate. It’s too much, if someone didn’t know the two of you, they’d probably fear for her life.”
Tom scoffed, shaking his head before taking a gulp of beer. “That’s not, I’m not, it’s not, it’s fine. Everything is fine. I’m just making sure that she’s- fuck, I mean they’re, okay.”
“For sure, dude, for sure.” Jacob said, making a point to roll his eyes. “Why don’t you just chug your beer, walk into the kitchen, and ask her out? You want to date her, and you’ve got to know that she wants to date you too.”
“I just,” Tom paused, diligently attempting to think of something eloquent to say, “I just don’t wanna do anything that is going to make her feel like it’s all going to fast. I heard her talking to Laura yesterday about how she thinks that the sweetest relationships are the ones that have had the most time to build themselves up.”
“Dude, you guys have had nearly a year to build up your relationship.” Harrison commented, shaking his head. “You’re both just looking for excuses to stay the same way.”
Tom did his best to ignore Harrison’s comment. He wasn’t not asking her out because he wanted their relationship to become totally and completely immobile, he wasn’t asking her out because he was scared that he would fuck everything up. Little did he know, she and Laura were having a similar conversation, but theirs was over glasses of pink wine.
“Tom looks to pretty right now,” She sighed dreamily. “He looks like Prince Philip brought to life. Too bad I’m not Sleeping Beauty.”
“If we keep drinking, we may as well be.” Laura giggled. “But seriously, what’s wrong with asking him out on a date? Y’all text all the time, you even speak on the phone, come to think of it, I can’t even recall a time where you guys haven’t been talking.”
“He’s just everything to me, I don’t know what I would do if he were to go away forever, you know? I can’t imagine waking up, knowing that he’s no longer apart of my life. He’s too important to me to risk it all for a relationship that may or may not work out.” She said, picking off her nail varnish.
“I know he’s important to you, but you must realize how important you are to him? He looks at you with stars in his eyes, and if you say that they’re just naturally twinkly, I swear to God.” Laura threatened.
Laura had met her in a thrift store and the pair had bonded over their love of cute, vintage, high-waisted mom jeans. They wandered through the entire store together, exchanged numbers and hung out twice before she had accidentally revealed what a massive Spider-Man fan she was.
When Laura had brought her onto set, she and Tom melded together and into one. Nobody knew quite what it was,but it was like the invisible hand of fate kept throwing them together.
She literally bumped into him the first time they met. Tom had held her in his arms longer than what would be deemed polite, and they had just stared at each other, completely mesmerized by the face in front of them. Then, Tom bumped into her at the craft service table, and then she ran into him as she was leaving the set. Again, the light of day seemed to melt into a faint dusk before he let her go. Then, for weeks later, Tom pestered Laura for her number. He needed to know her.
Now, after spending the summer, autumn, winter and spring together, Tom definitely knew her. He understood her, she littered all of his thoughts and his actions, and she very well could be likened to stars in his own, personal night sky.
After another two glasses of wine, she was absorbed by thoughts of Tom and wanted nothing more than to be curled up on his lap like a cat while he combed his fingers through her hair. Hiccuping her way out the door, she called out to Laura, “I’m gonna do, it’ll be done, and it’ll be by me. He’ll be done by me in the ways of asking out, and then everything will be like ‘Penelope,’ and he’ll kiss me, but I don’t have a pig’s nose?”
Laura rushed to her friend, hugging her into her arms, “You’re gonna do so great! He’s going to love you, and you’re going to be in love, and then everyone is going to say I told you so! Get out there and do it!”
Her legs wobbled as she parted groups of people in an attempt to find Tom. When she finally spotted him, she waved and called for his attention. “Tom, I found you! I got something in my mouth for you, to say to you!”
Tom raised his eyebrows as he placed his beer on the table and began to make his way over to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he said, “Jeez, darling, how drunk are you?”
Tucking her head beneath his chin and curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, she replied, “Oh, I’m not drunk at all! I’ve only had a few, actually a few means a small number of, and Laura and I finished a bottle and a half of wine, so i guess that would be more of a dyad of drinks?”
Tom called out to Harrison and Jacob, motioning for them to grab Laura from the kitchen so they could all head back home. Judging by her level of intoxication and description of how much the girls had to drink, Tom figured that this is when the party should end for them.
Guiding her out the door with a firm hand around her waist, he felt one of her hands stroke across his cheeks. “You’re so pretty.” She said, fingers still gliding over his skin.
Tom chuckled, she always got this way when she had too much to drink. “No, you’re so pretty. In fact, you’re prettier than all the princesses in the whole, wide world.”
“Laura and I were talking about you tonight. I think you look like Prince Philip and she thinks that I should ask you out. What do you think?” She asked when they’d finally felt the air’s cool breath fan across their faces.
“I think you’re drunk and talking shit.” Tom said, blowing on his hands and rubbing them up and down her arms while she leaned into his chest, fully supported by his touch.
“No, I am not!” She gasped out childishly. “I’ve been wanting you since the summer. Wanting, waiting, but you,” She booped him on the nose, “Have yet to give me a sign. Why haven’t you given me a sign? I wanna be with you, don’t you wanna be with me? Laura thinks you do.”
Tom shook his head and mumbled a quiet, “Let’s talk when you’re sober, baby. You don’t know what you’re talking about right now.”
He glanced down at the girl’s head that rested on his shoulder, and he felt her eyelashes tickling his skin. Tom wanted to believe he felt the love in her words, but he was afraid that it was just the wine he smelt on her breath. He decided that he would wait until morning, and maybe then some, to ask her what she meant.
The night sky may as well be colored in completely charcoal if she were to walk out of his life. His night sky would be no more, and all he’d have to remember her by would be a black hole.

Headaches & Hair Gel

ballet dancer!Lucy au. Hope you enjoy!

pairing: nalu, with a mention of gruvia

word count: 1003

type: fluff

characters: natsu, lucy, gray, and mention of juvia


“Those ballet dancers are annoying,” Natsu said, slicking his hair back with some gel. After a long workout, his hair was greasy and he didn’t want anything to do with it. And taking a shower was not optional as the boys swim team was in the only remaining ones. He did not want to see any guys in speedos, much less nothing at all.

“I hear ya. They can be real prisses,” Gray said as he smoothed his shirt, then started to unbutton it as usual. He took it off and stuffed it in his gym bag, and Natsu sighed at the action. Being best friends had it’s downfalls such as that, but they agreed on most things.

As the two walked outside the gym to drive back to their apartments, Natsu spotted something strange.

A girl with a long blonde ponytail and her ballet uniform arguing with some guy in gym shorts and a wife beater. The guy wore a snapback on his head, and his face was prettier than most guys’. But the way he acted was far from handsome.

It was odd seeing as gorgeous as a girl as she get so angry. By the tone of her voice and the pointing finger in his face, he had done something wrong. The guy was not backing down, though, and with a smirk on his face he stared at the girl’s chest.

It only made her angrier, and she slapped him on the cheek, leaving a red mark. The guy rubbed it and then began arguing back. Natsu stared, but knew that she had it handled. If she had just slapped him, she might as well punch him too.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 27

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 3.5k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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Closer - Archie x Reader

Archie x Reader request 

Reader: Y/N 

This was a quick idea that came to mind after someone requested with something that didn’t have to do with Jughead as the romantic entanglement. Hope you guys like it. 

Word Count: 1250


You sat there waiting for the bell to ring, doodling in your notebook. You looked up as your eyes were drawn to the bright red hair in front of you. He turned around, “Hey, do you have an extra pencil?” This had become a weekly occurrence, enough that you already had an extra pencil handy. You handed it to him.

Biology was rather just a run of the mill class. And with the exception of the time Cheryl Blossom had admitted to know something about Jason’s murder, not much else was exciting about it. 

 *ring*

The final bell rang and you couldn’t help to notice that Ethel, your lab partner, was absent. While looking back up from your drawing, you had noticed that Cheryl wasn’t in class either. You gave a slight exasperated sigh knowing what the teacher would do next. 

“Y/L/N! Andrews! Your partners today and for the assignment”. 

Archie turned around and gave a slight smile before grabbing his books and joining the seat next to you. 

You could feel your nerves tense up. Here was the new star of the football team and one of the nicest guys forced to talk to you for at the next 50 minutes and for predetermined time after. You had a crush on Archie for as long as you could remember. You could pinpoint it back to the 6th grade. Back when it was just one classroom and you were assigned to sit with each other. You would help him with his math and he would make slight little jokes with you. 

As he sat down, you couldn’t shake the nerves of how he made you feel. The class passed by in a haze, with you just trying to focus on the sheet in front of you. And then you were given project proposals on a presentation that each partnership would have to present the following week. 

Archie quickly looked over the sheet, “do you want to do this at my place?”

“Uhhh sure”, the few words barely tripped out of you mouth. 

“Okay. Will today work? I’ve got a game tomorrow”, the next bell rang and everyone around you started to grab their stuff. 

You slowly got your books together, “Yeah, that should be fine”, you were trying to find some confidence in your words. 

“Alright, I’ll find you after school”, Archie gave another smile and a slight wave and then headed of class. 


It was the end of the day, and the last bell had rung. You were at your locker putting away your books, slowly trying to prepare yourself for Archie’s. You had to get out of your head and you thought, “just focus on the assignment and you’ll be fine”. 

“Ready?”, you looked behind the door of your locker and there was the flame red hair in front of you once again. 

You nodded, “yep”. You just kept thinking that you probably had to get more than one word out if you were actually going to do the assignment. You made your way out of the school with Archie about one step in front of you along the way. 

A few moments went by when Archie finally decided to break the silence. “So…how’s your art going?”, he gave a slight smile while looking to you. 

You tried to match his step now and while slightly amazed that he had remembered. “Good. There’s a student show next week but I’m still deciding what paintings to choose”, you returned a similar smile. Your turn to talk - “How’s the music?” 

“Going well, I think. I’m writing everything down now and I’m trying to get more creative with my lyrics”, you could tell he was happy to talk about it. 

For some reason you blurted the word, “Poetry”. 

Archie looked a little confused, “what?” 

“You should read some modern poetry, it will get ideas flowing and you can get more complex lyric structure ideas ”, you felt a little nervous again. 

“Oh. That’s not a bad idea!”, Archie seemed a little chipper now. “So. Is there something you’re working on now?” 

“Uh yeah. It’s this contemporary mash up of ideas put together. The main color scheme has a lot of reds and warm tones but it’s a mixture of this thing in my head,” Your hands were expressing your words now. “It’s like a combination of a galaxy, a black hole and then lightening but also has this cellular texture to it”. Your realized you were rambling. “It’s just something abstract that I couldn’t get out of my head….” 

“I get that”, Archie seemed a little surprised by how much you were talking but nodded along to it. “Sometimes I get a lyric in my head and it bugs me until I can get it down on paper and have a tune to it”. He gave a bigger smile. 


You were finally at Archie’s as he unlocked the door and headed back to the kitchen. You followed suit. He placed his backpack on the counter and you plopped yours in a chair, digging out your science notes and the paper with the project on it. 

“So who do you like?” Archie seemed chipper again while you lightly blushed.

“…what?”, you weren’t sure what he was talking about. 

“Artist wise. Like, who’s your favorite painter?”. His curiosity seemed natural.

“Oh”, you were trying to keep your cheeks calm now. 

“Probably a tie between Egon Schiele and Chuck Close….I suck at portraits so I envy them and their style for it”. 

He gave a small laugh. “I have no idea who those people are”. 

Your giggle followed his laugh. “Here”. You popped out your phone and showed him artwork from both of them. 

“Wow. The size of his stuff are crazy!”. He had your phone in his hand now.

“Yeah he has this whole pulley system to hoist himself up”, you showed him a photo of how Close structures out his paintings. “See?” Suddenly you realized Archie’s whole body was hovering over you. 

Your face got slightly blushed again. His face looked back at yours, his eyes intent into your pupils. Suddenly his eyes looked to your lips for a second. He looked back up and then back down to them again. Before you knew it, Archie’s lips were on yours, his hand slightly around a side of your neck. The kiss was long, but sweet, sincere even. You just felt his gentle lips on yours. 

“Uhhh…Arch?”. Upon the words heard you both split your bodies away from each other in a flash. 

“Dad! Uh…hi! We’re just working on a project…” his eyes drew back to you and you were beating red. 

“Yep. That’s exactly what that looked like….uh and you are…”. 

“This is Y/N…”, Archie slightly gestured his arms to you. You gave an awkward wave. 

 “Oh I remember you. You were in elementary school with Archie right?”, Mr. Andrews hadn’t seem to catch the motioning that Archie was doing to get him out of the kitchen.  

“Yep…that’s me”, your eyes barely looked at Mr. Andrews. 

Finally realizing that Archie was embarrassed “Well I’ll be in the den if you two need anything”. He grabbed his stuff and headed to the other side of the house.

Both Archie and you looked at each other and gave a small laugh simultaneously. “Well that was memorable”, Archie’s hand was slowly trying to reach yours now. 

 You smiled down at his hand, “that it was”. You gave a gleeful smile again.

Kitchen Table

You’re drunk and horny and Harry just wants to get home before you get it on but you need it now

The bar was loud; you were pretty sure it was louder now than what it was when you first got there. Or maybe it was just the alcohol making your head throb slightly and every sound seemed intensified. Although this sound sensitivity was applicable to the music playing, it also affected how easily you heard Harry’s small groans in your ear as you danced. Your ass was pressed harshly against his front as you moved your hips, not caring that Harry was struggling to move his with the same, unsteady rhythm you were dancing to.

You weren’t plastered drunk, no, but the couple drinks built up your confidence just enough so that you could temporarily put aside your usually nagging insecurities. Instead, you felt less afraid to dance like this with Harry. Less afraid of telling him what you really want. This mix of being just drunk enough to really know what you’re doing and not stumbling all over the place, and being just tipsy enough to let your anxiety fade was a beautiful mix. And you had plans to make tonight as fun as you could.

The song changed, and Harry leaned in to put his lips by your ear and speak,

“Your rhythm is terrible.” He chuckled, and you spun around dramatically.

“My rhythm? No way! I’m a great dancer.” You laughed loudly, smiling up at him. He was quick to return the smile.

“Maybe you just think that ‘cause you’re drunk.” Harry was the designated driver, but he didn’t mind. Seeing you tipsy was always so entertaining to him.

“I’m not drunk.” You pouted, a little drunk.

“Yeah, sure babe. You’re completely sober.”

The smile on his face momentarily surprised you by how beautiful it was. Whenever you drank, he seemed that much more attractive, if that was even possible. You matched his smile and daringly ran your pointer finger down the expanse of his chest.

“Don’t make fun of me!” You demanded playfully as your finger now made its way to his hard abdomen. His eyes slightly widened as you kept the movement downward, and once your finger brushed against the button on his jeans his large hand moved to grab yours.

“We’re in public, pet.”

You could tell he was trying his best to maintain the playful mood from earlier, but the lust in his eyes was threatening to take over.

“I want you now, Harry.” You spoke as you looked up at him through your lashes and brought your bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes widened for a moment as he processed what you said. Instead of taking your request seriously, as you’d anticipated, he instead laughed loudly. It only caused you to pout more and yank your hand from his grip that he had on it.

“Is it funny to you that I want my boyfriend? Is it funny that all I want is for you to bend me over and fu-“

His hand quickly covered your mouth and you continued your filthy speech into his hand. His gaze was serious, and you smiled into his hand at the response you were finally getting. Now that your hand was free again, you wasted no time moving it to palm him through his jeans. It didn’t take long before the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth moved to roughly pull your hand from the crotch of his jeans.

“Stop it.” He ordered, and the tone of his voice made you quiver and press your thighs together. Tonight, all you wanted was this Harry. The Harry that told you what to do instead of asked. You gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could as his fiery green ones stared into yours harshly.

“We’re leaving.” He demanded, and removed his hand from your mouth to start to pull you through the crowd and outside. His hold on your hand was soft enough that you knew he was being careful not to hurt you, but hard enough that there was no way you could escape it had you wanted to. But you didn’t want to.

Once outside, his free hand ran through the curls on his head and he let out a deep breath. The parking lot wasn’t large, so it was easy to find the car.

He opened the door and pushed you in, buckling the seatbelt over you. You felt like you were getting punished for something, but it didn’t bother you. Instead, you giggled to yourself as he made his way to the driver’s side and got in. Before he started the car, he looked over at you and shook his head.

“Why do you have to do things like that when we’re out?” He questioned, although his stern demeanor from earlier was long gone. In its place was a smirk, an angelic smirk that put his dimples on full display. For the second time that night, you had to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building inside you. He was just so perfect, that it blew your mind he was with you. Before you responded, you took your sweet time looking from his face down to his chest, clad in a plain black tee shirt, and down to the growing bulge in his jeans. Involuntarily, you bit your lip and slowly moved your eyes back up to his waiting gaze.

“It’s just ‘cause I want you inside me is all.” You tried to act innocent as you spoke, but you knew it failed miserably. Without responding, he started the car.

“Waaaiiitttt” you slurred, and he halted his actions to allow you to speak, “I need you now.” You finished, looking up at him hopefully. Unfortunately, he didn’t look to be interested in your offer.

“I’m not fucking you in the car in this shitty parking lot.” He grumbled, but the growing hardness in his jeans told you otherwise. He shifted the car into drive and began to drive from the parking lot as you frowned at him. You were certain he could sense the frown you were giving him as he drove.

“If you aren’t gonna touch me, maybe I’ll just get myself off.” You huffed loudly, hoping to get a reaction from him. Yet, he didn’t even look over when he responded.

“We’re like ten minutes from home, can’t you wait?”

The alcohol in your veins definitely was what allowed you to prop your right leg up on the dashboard. The dress you were wearing quickly rode up to your hips and left both of your legs bare, and your black lacy underwear on full display for both you and Harry.

His head turned to look at you, his gaze lingering a little longer on the panties you were wearing, before he moved his eyes back to the road.

“Don’t even think about it.” He spoke harshly, and you smiled to yourself. He finally was understanding just how bad you wanted him. The whole night, all you could think about was how good it would feel to have him bend you over the bar counter and pound into you until you couldn’t remember how to walk. The thought drove you to move your finger to the wetness between your legs.

Without bothering to move the fabric, your finger began to circle your clit in a motion similar to the way Harry normally does it. He didn’t realize you disobeyed his order until his wide eyes abruptly looked over to you. Your eyes were closed, but you knew he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. The quiet car was now filled with your breathy moans. You pressed harder into your clit and it elicited a drawn out whimper from your throat.

“Oh, Harry.” You breathed out his name loudly. By now, your hips were moving up to meet your fingers with each circle.

You opened your eyes to see his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was clenched. Outside, you noticed you were no farther than a couple minutes from home. This is when you had to make it count.

Moving your panties aside just enough to press one finger into your throbbing heat, you began to repeat his name over and over with a string of curses connecting them.

“Stop it. Now.” He barked the order at you, and instead of continuing the prior rebellious attitude you had, you obeyed. Once your legs were back where they should be, he visibly relaxed.

“I’m dripping for you, Harry.” You turned to face him and run your finger across his forearm.

“Are you gonna take good care of me when we get home?”

He gulped loudly. Now, the driveway was only about a hundred yards away.

He didn’t answer as you pulled into the driveway. He took his time shutting the car off and getting out. You didn’t have time to think before he opened your door, unbuckled your seatbelt, and helped you out of the car. His wrapped his arm around your waist as he unlocked the door and walked you both inside. You stood in the hallway awkwardly, not sure what exactly to expect from him tonight. Normally, he would’ve fucked you by now, either up against the wall or in the bathroom stall at the bar. Instead, he kicked his boots off and went into the kitchen to fill up a glass with water from the faucet. You gulped, now nervous.

“A-are you mad at me? I’m sorry I d-“ you began to ramble, but the look on his face stopped your speech.

“You want to be bent over, huh?” He said it casually, almost as if you were talking about what your favorite color was. You coughed, not sure what to say to him now.

“Uhm, well yeah.”

The confidence from earlier was now wearing off, and you didn’t like it.

“You want me to bend you over and fuck you from behind, that it? Is that why you had to put on that little show in the car?”

You didn’t respond as he finished his water, put the glass in the sink, and walked over to stand in front of you. You nodded shyly.

His thumb and forefinger gripped your chin to force you to look up at him; his eyes were dark.

“Does my baby girl want me to fuck her so good that she’ll feel me for days?” He questioned, his tone softening ever so slightly. You took a deep breath and tried to muster some of the confidence from earlier.

“All night I’ve been thinking about how good your cock stretches me out.”

At that, his grip on your chin only tightened, and you would’ve flinched had you not been positively aching for him.

He didn’t answer but instead led the both of you into the dining room. The only light was from the hallway, and it barely illuminated the dark wood of the table.

“Bend over.”

Him saying it now, with the rasp in his voice he only got when he was ready to fuck you, made you let out a heavy breath. His words alone made your insides clench.

You were quick to do what he asked, and you bet at the hips to lay your stomach flat against the table. From this position, you couldn’t see what he was doing behind you. But the vulnerability of it all made you shiver in anticipation.

“Good girl.” He murmured, and moved to pull your dress up around your hips and pull your panties down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. You couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze.

“You weren’t lying. You’re actually dripping for me.” He spoke in awe, and he trailed his hands up the middle of your thighs to brush against the pooling wetness. He hadn’t even touched you, and you were already ready to explode. His large fingers now brushed against your folds and the soft touch was enough to make your knees buckle. It took a moment before you could straighten them again.

Now, his fingers began to run up and down your slit, not yet pressing into your clit or entering you. He was teasing. And even though he was hardly touching you, you were practically panting against the table beneath you. You squirmed and attempted to move your hips against his fingers.

At this, his thick finger pressed inside you. You let out a prolonged moan at the sensation, and your thighs began to tremble. His finger began to leisurely move in and out of you.

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl? Wanted my fingers knuckle deep in you? I can feel you clenching around me already.” His voice was incredibly husky, and you knew how much restraint it took him to not just pull out his cock and fuck you already. Instead, he wanted to tease you just like you teased him in the car.

His words made you clench harder around him and a loud “please, Harry” to escape from your lips. Your hands were now stretched above your head to grip onto the edge of the table to keep you from collapsing.

Without warning, his other hand moved to put pressure on your throbbing clit. You gasped loudly, back arching. The combination of his two hands moving in synch was too much for you and you immediately neared your orgasm. He was watching you closely, however, watching for the tell-tale signs you were about to come. Once your thighs began to shake and your grip on the edge of the table tightened, he suddenly stopped. At the loss of contact, you let out a guttural groan of disappointment.

“Shhh. Patience, baby girl.”

You heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor and the sound of a zipper. You didn’t dare look back at him, it was too risky that he would tease you again. Instead, you waited for him, and it wasn’t long before you felt his thickness pressing against your opening.

Without entering you, he moved his head up and down your slit, collecting your wetness on the tip.

“H-harry, I need you inside me.” You breathed out heavily, desperate.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take all of me?”

You let a string of yes’s fall from your lips. That was all the answer he needed as he pressed into you. His cock stretched you out so much better than his finger, and the sensation made the muscles in your stomach flex.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He gasped. The new position allowed him to thrust deeply into you, reaching spots that made your vision blurry. His hips harshly rammed into yours as he gripped onto your hips to guide himself. You were certain you would be able to see his fingers on your flesh tomorrow due to the strength of his hold.

His pace only seemed to quicken, and you couldn’t hold back your whimpers for him. One of his hands moved to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull. You gasped at the uncomfortable position you were put in, but the overwhelming sensation of him throbbing inside of you occupied your senses instead.

“You take me so well, fuck.” He groaned loudly behind you. His words made you clench around him. His breathing sped up as a result. Although the position you were in was amazing, you couldn’t help but wish you could see his face. You knew his jaw would be clenched, and that little wrinkle would be prominent between his eyebrows.

As your climax edged closer, your moans got louder and louder with each thrust. When he moved a hand around your hips to press a rough finger against your clit, you pressed your thighs together and screamed his name. He pulled out so just his tip was inside you before pushing in again, seemingly deeper than before. He kept at this pace for a few more thrusts as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

“Be a good girl and come around my cock.” His voice was tense, and you could sense he was nearing his high as well.

With a final thrust of his hips, you finally came hard around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tensed around him, raising up on your tip toes as you rode out your high. His thick cock inside you was positively pulsating as your walls clenched around him and his fingers rubbed you through your climax, dragging the sensation on for an incredible amount of time. Above you, you heard a loud groan as he came inside you. It took a couple seconds before either of you were down from your high enough to move from the position you were in.

After he pulled out of you and helped you stand up straight, he yanked his boxers back up his legs. His jeans were at the floor with his shirt and your panties. Before he could so much as speak, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. The fire behind it was undeniable, and although it wasn’t meant to lead to anything, the real love behind it made you shiver. You really did love him so much.

The kiss deepened and it was cut off when you began to smile against his lips. He pulled back, a similar smile on his face.

“What?” He laughed, moving to push some stray hairs behind your ear.

In that moment, looking deep into his happy eyes, you had never been more content.

“I just love you is all.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I fuck you good.” He laughed loudly and pressed a kiss against your nose. “But yeah, I love you too.”

Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 4: Sweet Pete’s

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x reader (best friends) 

Warnings: Occasional dirty joke and some shirtless Peter…and getting to feel up shirtless Peter a little bit… :)

Summary: Aunt May opens up a bakery and employs you, Peter, MJ and Ned to help run it!

A/N: This one is long but it’s really good! I hope you enjoy it!


Peter swung back to his apartment and snuck back inside his room, taking off his suit and hiding it in the closet, changing into regular clothes. He came out to find his Aunt May looking through old boxes of paper. “What’s going on?” He asks her and she looks up at him. 

“Oh Peter thank goodness you’re here maybe you can help me with this!” She says and passes him a box. “I’m looking for your grandmother’s old pastry recipes." 

"Uh…why?” Peter asks looking thoroughly confused. May ran over to the counter and grabbed a piece of paper. 

“Because I’m opening up a bakery!” May says excitedly. Peter’s eyes widened. 

“You're running a store now?” He asks and May nods. 

“Yes! I’ve been trying to get that place for months and I thought I’d never get it but then for some reason the other offer got pulled and they accepted mine!” May said excitedly and picked up Peter and gave him a huge hug. He hugged her back. 

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Gruvia Love Fest 2017 - Prompt 1

Tight

There wasn’t a lot of things in the world that threw Gray Fullbuster for a loop, let alone leaving him instantly speechless.

Seeing his girlfriend – the beautiful water mage Juvia Lockser – leaned over the kitchen counter, reading a cookbook, wearing a pink t-shirt and the tightest pair of jeans he’d ever seen her wear – actually, the first time he’s ever seen her wear any sort of pants at all – was one of those rare things.

It’s not that he hadn’t seen her in anything similar before – her usual dresses definitely hugged and showed off her curvature – but a pair of light denim jeans were definitely new. Where her dresses didn’t show off completely the “perfect shape” of her behind, as the ice mage put it, these hugged all of those curves and accentuated them in a way that made his cheeks flush and certain other parts of his anatomy want to perk up.

Trying to regain some personal control, he coughed, “Uh… Juvia, what are you doing?”

The blunette’s head bounced up and she turned towards the sound of her beloved’s voice, “Oh, Gray-sama! Welcome home! Juvia was reading this cookbook trying to figure out something she can cook for dinner! Juvia figured you’d like something other than pasta.”

“Well, I’d appreciate that, yes, but… can I ask about what you’re wearing?”

Juvia blinked for a moment at the question, looking down at her outfit, “Is something wrong with it, Gray-sama?”

‘Oh hell no, not at all,’ Gray thought for a moment, then he coughed again, “No, it’s fine. I’ve just never seen you wear anything so casual.”

Juvia smiled and nodded, “Oh, Juvia understands! She was doing laundry, and needed a clean outfit to go out shopping in. She bought this the last time she went clothes shopping with Lucy and Levy and forgot about it until today. She’s glad that Gray-sama likes it!”

“Yeah, I like it,” Gray cemented, 'A little too much!’

“Gray-sama, you should go sit down and relax; Juvia is sure you’re tired from your mission today with Gajeel-kun. She’ll get you something to snack on until dinner,” she said, turning around to the cabinet that held their drink glasses and reaching for one of them.

Gray watched as she fluttered about the kitchen, listening to her hum a little tune. He told himself to listen to her – he was really tired and dealing with Gajeel’s moodiness thanks to an argument he had with Levy that morning didn’t help things at all – but he was thoroughly distracted by Juvia’s behind. When she knelt down to grab something in the crisper, when she stepped on her tiptoes to grab the bread they kept atop the fridge, and when she leaned over just slightly over the counter prepping her idea, he kept staring at how predominate and perky it looked, and he started to grit his teeth a bit in response to his rising discomfort.

Juvia placed the knife was using into the sink, then realized she was missing something for her snack idea. “Oh!” she exclaimed, then opened up the cabinet above her workspace.

She got up onto her tiptoes again, giving Gray another full look of her rear as she stretched. He could feel his pants getting much tighter and his resolve to do something to relieve this issue was fading fast. The blunette remained obvious as she grabbed the peanut butter she was looking for, grabbing a spoon from the nearby drawer, and began to scoop it onto the plate she had prepared. She set her cutting board and washed off the spoon before placing it in the sink, then with a smile of admiration for her work, she picked up the plate and turned around towards the living room where she thought Gray would be.

“Apples and a sandwich is a bit juvenile for a snack, but Juvia figures it’ll be enough to– Gray-sama, why are you still standing there?” she questioned, now noticing that Gray was still standing in the kitchen.

One brow of hers arched as she watched him approach her, grabbing the plate from her hand and placing it down on another counter, then her eyes widened a bit in surprise when she felt him grab her waist and lift her up onto the counter behind her.

“G-gray-sama, what are–?” she tried to ask, but was stopped by Gray’s lips completely covering hers.

He parted her legs and positioned himself between them, pressing their bodies together as he kissed her with a heavy passion, his hands running over her waist underneath her shirt, lifting it up slightly with the ministrations. His touches made Juvia moan, wrapping her arms around her beloved’s neck and return the affection with equal fervor. She gasped as one of his hands moved up her shirt and under her bra, cupping one of her breasts and gently rubbing the nipple with his thumb. Gray smirked at her reaction, giving it a slight tug.

“Oh!” Juvia cried out, her nails digging into Gray’s back in reaction.

He groaned a bit; he loved it when she did that to him. That sign of desperation to cling to him and not let their passion end spurred him on further, giving her nipple another tug as well as a small nip to her bottom lip. As she gasped again, his tongue entered her mouth and began to dance with her own. Juvia moaned again, over and over as her nails scrapped against his skin again.

Satisified with her lips, the two parted and Gray leaned his head down, trailing hot kisses down Juvia’s throat. Her head arched to the side, another moan leaving her lips. “Gray-sama…” she said breathlessly, her fingers tangling themselves within Gray’s ebony locks as he found that particular spot on her neck that he knew when he kissed it would give her pleasurable shivers.

He smirked against her skin, loving how his ministrations were making Juvia react, then nipped at the spot right at the base of her neck and the start of her collarbone before suckling at it. She called out his name again, moaning so loud that it nearly echoed off of the walls. Each graze of his tongue against her skin she moaned again, trying her hardest not to push his head too hard against her and possibly harming him or ending their session.

Feeling happy with his work, Gray moved back from her, smirking at the large violet-colored hickey he marked her with, then looking up at her flushed face. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her cheeks were bright red, and her blue eyes were glazed over with passion, lust, and love. He could feel her body shaking slightly against him, and nearly laughed when he removed his hand from under her shirt.

“G-gray-sama…” she whispered.

“You should wear clothes like this more often,” he remarked, tucking a stray hair behind Juvia’s ear, “They look really good on you.”

She smiled, “Juvia will make sure to do so, Gray-sama. Would you like your snack now? The apples don’t look too brown yet.”

Gray tilted his head, as if to ponder the question, then smirked again at Juvia as he lifted her off of the counter and into his arms bridal-style. She let out a small squeal, wrapping her arms around his neck again but a little tighter than before.

“I’m interested in a different kind of snack,” he commented, licking his lips as he carried her off to their bedroom, laughing at how bright red Juvia’s face had become.

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