let me wash away

Sleep, my fallen cedar
Let me have your weakened pride to hold
And join my barren soil
Sleep, my aimless river
Let your torrent rest against my shore
And leave me what was washed away before

I think of you.
I wish I didn’t.
I wish the rainy season in my head
Didn’t cause flashbacks.
Flashbacks of you and I
Kissing in flames of desire,
Making me burn up with the warm breaths
You would breath into my lungs.
Dammit I wish I could forget the
Way I looked under your glowing ember eyes.
You. You. You.
It’s always going to be you.
I made you into the hero,
My white knight
Here to slay my depression.
I somehow romanticized you
Into love because I remember how your kisses
Felt like a pinch
Here To distract
Me from another pain somewhere else inside me
I know now you were nothing but a band aid.
You just covered my wounds
You did no actual healing.
Oh but dammit
It is hurricane season and his love
Doesn’t act like umbrella
Like Your love did.
And dammit
It’s pouring inside my head-
He doesn’t know how to keep me warm
He doesn’t know how to pinch me
Dammit he is a stranger to depression
And you are a warm friend.
I need a kind greeting when I get to the door
But he only offers bad directions.
I am not asking for him to make the monsters go away
I’m only asking that he sit with me
While they visit.
But he thinks the darks spots in me
Are just the places
That need light.
He can’t see me in them
You knew my black
And called it my night
You told me that everyone needs
A dark place to rest every once a while.
Dammit you ruined me.
No one will ever get to map out my heart
Because it will only lead back to you.
I am just a bridge to you
Sorry I was a bridge to you
You lit your half on fire
I am just a burnt crisp of wood
That used to belong to something
That is longer existing.
Parts of me are no longer existing.
He tries to rebuild me
But the manufacturer
Is out of commission.
I am like a car without a roof
He can’t take me out in the rain.
I am thinking of you
And when you told me
That you were going to my life raft when
Waves took me under.
Well my heart is drowning
And he doesn’t know where
You left the boats
He doesn’t know where to dive in.
I am just a swimming pool of self loathing
Dammit
He can’t see where to put the love to save me.
I’m thinking of you.
Dammit
It will only ever be you.
In the monsoon raging in me
You are a bolt of lighting
And I am just another clash of thunder
Rumbling out in the distance after you.
Dammit.
Sometimes when the storm is pounding
I look into the puddles it’s created
In my reflection
I only see you.
Dammit
I wish the rain drops didn’t feel so much like
Your kisses.
If they didn’t maybe I could let it wash me away
But the landslide only brings me
To the places you once were.
I am just another abandon beach;
My heart is just another place you once were.
—  You were my shelter in the storm but you have left my heart homeless.
Valentine’s Day with Sebastian Stan would include...

Originally posted by little--batman

N/A: Special headcanons to celebrate Valentine’s Day - I don’t write for celebrities usually, so please, don’t insist. Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you guys <3

  • Sebastian wakes you up early in the morning, by jumping on the bed and almost screaming “wake up, babe, it’s Valentine’s day!”
  • He gives you kisses all over your face
  • And he tickles you, of course
  • “Okay okay, I’m awake!”
  • With another kiss on your cheek, you get up and go to the bathroom
  • Once you’re done with your business, you go to the kitchen only to find Sebastian making coffee, with a lot of breakfast food placed on the table behind him
  • “Sit down, babe. I swear I didn’t burn the pancakes this time”
  • He serves two cups of coffee and you help him to put it on the table
  • And yeah, you sit down - but on his lap
  • “Can’t believe you did this just because it’s Valentine’s Day”
  • He laughs and starts to eat with you
  • Pancakes, fruits, some toasts, jelly, coffee and milk
  • Not so surprisingly, all of the food was delicious
  • Especially the pancakes lol
  • Sebastian caress your skin while eating
  • Like, just gently running his fingers on your waist and arm, kissing your shoulder and collarbone, etc
  • It’s all just so intimate and peaceful
  • And once you can’t eat anymore, Sebastian hugs you, putting his face on your neck and whispering a “can we go now?”
  • “What? Where are we going?”
  • “To the beach!”
  • You try to argue to understand if he was being serious about that, you really do
  • But since you can never argue with that Romanian and stubborn guy about something he knows that will be fun, you just stay speechless
  • Sebastian giggles, kissing your lips and asking you to get up so he can clean the kitchen
  • Which he does in just a few minutes
  • Then, he pulls you to the bedroom, talking nonstop about how cool it will be go to the beach
  • “Seb, are we really doing this?”
  • “Yes! We can drive to the beach and then drive back home at night. It will be like a small road trip, babe”
  • When you finally agree, Sebastian starts to pack some things - like clothes, towels, etc
  • At the car, you put some pop music just to see him singing along really loud, dancing like a dork (I definitely have a playlist of songs he would listen to during road trips, let me know if you want me to share it with you guys)
  • The whole way is just a mix of you laughing at Seb and recording him singing
  • Until, a little less than 2 hours after, you finally get to the beach
  • Sebastian looks like a kid, all excited about being there
  • The best part is that there’s not so much people around
  • Which allows you and Seb to just play like little kids on the sand, running after each other, swimming on the sea
  • There is actually a moment when he throws you over his shoulder and runs with you to the sea
  • You two spend the whole day there, playing, laughing, taking romantic walks, enjoying the view and each other’s company
  • It feels so good to just be there, holding your boyfriend’s hand and spending some time with him
  • But then the sun starts to set, and it’s time to go home
  • And of course that the way back home it’s just as fun as the way to the beach
  • Sebastian keeps telling you jokes and stories, until the moment he realizes you’re falling asleep
  • He smiles to himself, closing the car windows to keep you warm and holding your hand
  • Once he gets to his apartment, he gently wakes you up with some kisses
  • “I’m sorry, I would carry you to bed but right now we’re at the parking lot”
  • You laugh, nodding and getting off the car
  • At the elevator, Sebastian hugs you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder
  • And you’re so tired of a whole day of fun that he doesn’t even care when you throw yourself at his couch, at the moment you enter his apartment
  • And you’re not so sure of how long you slept, but next thing you know you’re waking up at a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen
  • “Seb?”, you call him, getting up from the couch
  • “Hello, sleeping beauty. I was just about to wake you up, dinner is ready. Why don’t you take a shower so we can eat?”
  • He smiles, coming closer to you and kissing your forehead
  • “God, I can’t believe you let me sleep at Valentine’s Day, Seb!”
  • You take a brief shower, washing away all the dirty from the beach, and changing into something comfy (and easier to take it off lol)
  • When you get back to the kitchen, another surprise
  • The whole place is decorated with candles, your favorite song (the one you say that is the theme song of your relationship with Seb) is playing, and your boyfriend is waiting for you, drinking a glass of wine
  • “How long did I stayed in the shower?”
  • He laughs, sitting down and mentioning for you to do the same
  • Even with just a shirt and sweatpants on, Sebastian was still the most beautiful and elegant man on the city, you were sure about that
  • You sit down too, smiling when you realize that he cooked your favorite dish
  • Through the dinner, you and Seb talks about everything - work, family, life, future, etc
  • He even says something about getting married someday
  • Soft music keeps playing on the background
  • “Fuck, I forgot about dessert”, he mumbles suddenly
  • “It’s okay, we have wine”
  • And after eating and drinking a bottle of wine, Sebastian leaves you for a moment
  • When he comes back, he puts a small velvet box in front of you
  • “What is this?”
  • “A present - or something like a question, actually”
  • You slowly open the box, revealing a key
  • “Okay, Stan, what is this?”
  • “I want you to move in with me”, he simply says. “This is the key of a beautiful and cozy apartment I found, not so far from this block. It’s perfect for us - 10 minutes from your work, more private than here, and bigger too. It’s… it’s the perfect way for us to start a life together”
  • Sebastian also tells you that it’s all settled - the only thing he needs to buy the apartment is your answer
  • And of course your answer is yes
  • You cry while hugging him, listening to his soft voice whispering to you how much he loves you and how you make him happy
  • The night ends with you and Sebastian at his bed, passionately making love to each other
  • And then, he falls asleep with your naked body pressed against his own, a tiny smile on his lips

Tagging lovely people who may like this: @mydragulesebastian @defendors @whotheeffisbucky @vivabucky @poe-also-bucky

Entry #1 - About Last Night - Smut - By @maddie110201

Originally posted by punksciles

Author: @maddie110201
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,123
Prompt:  “I hope everybody saw that because I will probably never be able to do it again.”



“Y’know you haven’t changed a day since you turned 18?” My best friend, Natalie said aloud as we were sitting on my couch looking through old photos of the two of us. She was holding a picture of me from my 18th birthday up to my face, looking for any difference.

“That’s sooo not true.” I tried defending, but she was right. I hadn’t changed one bit. Normally, people wouldn’t have a problem with not aging. Pretty much everyone wants to look as young as possible, for as long as possible. But that was just not the case for me.

Everyone in this world ages like normal until they turn 18. But when their 18th birthday finally comes, they stop aging until they’ve met their soulmate, so that they can grow old together. Sounds cute right? I used to think it was cute too.

Justin and I have been together for 6 years now. We met when we were 19 through a mutual friend and have been together ever since. He was my best friend and i loved him so very much. From old photos to new ones, I could tell that Justin had aged since we have been together, and it made my heart flutter knowing I was his soulmate. There was a slight problem, however…I have not aged one bit.

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EXO - Members confessing their “sins” to a priest

I’m back! And another weir ass post again, wouhouuuu! I guess it’s alright because 99,9% of this fandom is weird af just like meh so lol, deal with it! I hope you enjoy this post :)

PS: I don’t even know why I’m doing this kind of post as I’m not religious in any means. Don’t sue me if you are offended. Why would you be offended though? Nevermind.

ALSO! The gifs don’t really fit with the “confession” but who cares?

ALSO X2, trigger warning conserning consent… sorry I explain latere in the post.

(thank you @hobi-my-hubby for helping me out with this one, ily)

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Chanyeol

“At the confessional”

Priest: So Chanyeol-ssi… What can I help you with today?

Chanyeol: I hid all of D.O’s platform shoes to make sure the world knows how small he actually is compared to me.

Originally posted by chanyeolsoo

D.O

“at the confessional”

Priest: Let me wash away your sins…

D.O: While blowing the candles on my birthday cake last month, I secretly wished for Chanyeol’s death… Am I a bad person?

Priest: …Yes?

D.O: Good.

Originally posted by 305heaux

#When I wake up and I’m still alive

Yixing

“at the confessional”

Yixing: Forgive me Father for I have sinned…

Priest: What can I do for you today, young man?

Yixing: I touch my members butt in their sleep.

Priest: Without their consent?

Yixing: What they don’t know can’t hurt them.

(Don’t sue me I’m clearly fooling around with this joke, but consent isn’t something to joke about. Never.)

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Xiumin

“at the confessional”

Priest:Your sins look like they are a huge weight on your shoulders, deliver yourself from this suffering and confess.

Xiumin:The other night… I made hot chocolate for Baekhyun and me and… I gave him the one with less marshmallows…

priest: but… It’s… It’s not a sin?

Xiumin: “breaks into tears”

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

the softest

Baekhyun

“at the confessional”

Priest: Tell me your sins, I will guide you through the right path.

Baekhyun: I told fans that Chanbaek was real to piss off Chanyeol.

Priest: …What even is a Chanbaek?

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Baek confirmed satan.

Sehun

Priest: What brings you to the confessional today?

Sehun: I removed all the “-hyung” of every of my members’ contact name on my phone after they pulled a prank on me.

Priest: That’s… rude? Still not a sin though.

Originally posted by princewangeun

mad Sehun is mad. #it’s actually his natural bitch face lol.

Suho:

“at the confessional”

Priest: Let the sins you burry inside you be liberated by my guidance.

Suho: I woke Sehun 15 minutes late for the sole reason that I enjoy watching him struggle.

priest: What a great Hyung you make…


Originally posted by suchenmyotp

Kai

“at the confessional”

Priest: I’ll be the light guiding you through a sinless life. I’m listening.

Kai: I brushed my teeth with my member’s toothbrush for a week…

Priest: That’s all?

Kai: And when I noticed, I continued because it was softer than mine.

Priest: That’s weird, not a sin.

Originally posted by starlightkai

Chen

“at the confessional”

Priest: You are my last case before I quit, I can’t keep with your friends’ shit anymore.

Chen: I once said that 19+ thoughts take 1% of my brain…

Priest: … Where is this going…

Chen: … It’s actually a looooot more than 1%. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Priest: “whispering to himself” Please God, deliver upon me the sweet release of death.

this gif aint mine 

About Last Night- Dave Hodgman

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dave x Reader

Words- 5,123

Warnings- SMUT, cheating, some have cried while reading (bwahahaha)

Prompt-  “I hope everybody saw that because I will probably never be able to do it again.

A/N- So I wrote this for @dumbass-stilinski competition and wasn’t going to originally post this on my page,  however some people are asking for a part two so i would like to have both on my page. With that being said i will not write a part two unless you guys let me know what you want to see because i have absolutely no idea where to go from here!

Also, HAPPY DAVE WEEK Y’ALL. @ninja-stiles and i are so excited to see what y’all come up with!!!

Thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles for proofreading this for me. Shes such a babe. I hope y’all enjoy!!!!

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by lifeinabooktorn


“Y’know you haven’t changed a day since you turned 18?” My best friend, Natalie said aloud as we were sitting on my couch looking through old photos of the two of us. She was holding a picture of me from my 18th birthday up to my face, looking for any difference.

“That’s sooo not true” I tried defending, but she was right. I hadn’t changed one bit. Normally, people wouldn’t have a problem with not aging. Pretty much everyone wants to look as young as possible, for as long as possible. But that was just not the case for me.

Everyone in this world ages like normal until they turn 18. But when their 18th birthday finally comes, they stop aging until they’ve met their soulmate, so that they can grow old together. Sounds cute right? I used to think it was cute too.

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Monsta X - Things They'd Say if They Went Crazy on a Deserted Island
  • Shownu: I think I can see my house from here, mother's calling me for dinner...(starts walking out into the sea)
  • Wonho: (To I.M) Don't you dare say that to Guido! (To his coconut) Shh, it's okay the bad man is gone...
  • Minhyuk: (To Wonho) You know, because we're here, I'd eat you first. I'd feel fuller then.
  • Kihyun: Does no one acknowledge the fact that he's cradling that damn coconut?! Wait...food source...MUST...HAVE! WONHO GIVE ME THAT DAMN COCONUT!!!
  • Hyungwon: Plot twist-- you guys are all aliens waiting to abduct me.
  • Jooheon: Just play the bongos and let the waves wash you away to paradise~ (rhythmically plays the bongos with his hippie haircut)
  • I.M: I have a machete and a lighter which one do I kill myself with first? Or do I take the coconut with the mustache first?

“dance with me in the rain”


come dance with me
in the rain
let it wash away
your pain
raindrops
to hide your tears
wash away
your fears
as others run from
the downpour
you & I take a Waltz
or Rumba’s score
from behind cafe windows
let them stare
show with our moves
that we don’t care
they only want to be
like you and me
free from hate, pride
and vanity
who cares about
clothes or shoes
what have we got
to lose
let the rain wash all
life’s hurt away
as hip to hip
in my arms you sway
come dance with me
in the rain
love refreshed
once again
why wait
don’t hesitate
darling
come dance with me
in the rain

@which-craft-me

Daily practice: Shower magic

An easy way to bring a little magic into your daily practice is to incorporate it into things you already do, such as your shower! A physical cleanse can also be a time to cleanse your personal energy and it’s super simple and also great for a stealth witch! If you have access to essential oils, keep a small bottle in or near your shower and add a drop to your shampoo each time you wash your hair. You can also add several drops to the whole bottle if you prefer, but if you share with someone else check with them first! I have found that I prefer adding as I go. I use rosemary as it is a good cleansing and protective herb and also happens to be great for maintaining scalp health. As you shower, visualize whatever energies or traits, even bad habits you want to quit, being absorbed into the soap suds and literally washing away. As you rinse, say “I release that which no longer serves me” (Or whatever statement works for you) and let it all wash away and down the drain!

Originally posted by cr4zybeautifullife

By The Light Of The Moon (Cassian Andor x Reader)

Originally posted by frekkenbok

Actions speak louder than words, and when Cassian doesn’t believe you could love someone like him, you decide to show him just how wrong he is. 


Cassian never felt the need to announce himself. He preferred to be quiet and fluid—an observer—rather than an overcoming presence that captured everyone’s breath the second he entered a room. When it was prudent, he could make himself big. He could peel away at even the most layered egos in a quiet, intimate setting, where his voice barely had to raise above a whisper to sound dominant…but that was only when it was necessary. His interactions with others were always thought out, creating a sort of delicate ecosystem on the base where half of the people ducked their eyes down when he passed by, and the other half only knew him through vague rumors that were often written off. It kept him unpredictable to everyone except you.

Somehow you managed to figure him out, and the only thing about that that surprised you, was the fact that he was completely okay with it. You had a mutual fascination with one another, and soon, that fascination turned into a sweltering romance.

At first it was just sex with a purpose. You’d give each other a much needed release from the tension that the cause gave you on a daily basis, but soon, you appreciated each other for more than that. You’d hang around each other simply because you enjoyed each other’s presence. You kept things quiet, only interacting at night when he’d slip into your room and wrap his arms around you. Words were few and far between on both ends because you knew that if you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop, and that sort of vulnerability wasn’t an opulence you had as long as the fight was going on. It was a strange relationship. The sort of thing that only you both understood, but it worked.

And then, all of it changed.

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immortal

When I die, turn my bones
to ash and scatter me
across the sea
to kiss the shores of islands,
and swim with blue whales, 
let me become the hurricane
that devastates a city,
the rain that washes away
the pain. let me become earth
and sky and when you walk
beneath the stars, you will smile
because you know I am there.
That I will always be there,
even after you’re gone.
because the sea is immortal,
I will be too.

topaz

Kiss me. (Prompt 29, Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Hi, I absolutely loooove your writing! Prompt 29 for Peter Parker? Thanks love💗! ( @ moodywritertrash )

Warnings: swearing, mostly fluff, some angst

Word Count: 2457 (whoops lmao)

A/N: I tried to make this really detailed and romantic but hopelessly failed. I also got idea for this from “Almost is Never Enough,” by Ariana Grande (she’s queen omg). I hope it’s good enough! Love you guys and don’t forget to request if ya like it 💜

Originally posted by hardyness


“Peter? Are you listening?” You asked, snapping your fingers in front of Peter’s face. It had only been one minute since you sat down, and Peter was already staring away at Liz Allan from afar. Ned cleared his throat, also attempting to snap Peter back into reality. He turned to you with no luck, “Peter, don’t stare for too long.” He said, chuckling. You smiled at Ned, he was always the light hearted friend. The bell rang, telling everyone to shuffle on to fifth period. Ned greeted you goodbye, then tried to say bye to Peter (keyword tried). Peter blinked, fazed from the bell. You shook his shoulder, “Hey, Pete. Lunch is over, you can quit staring.” You said. Peter looked up at you and smiled, placing his hand on your arm. You shivered at his touch, wanting more but knowing oh-so-well you would never feel more than a friendly hug or a handshake. You desperately tried time and time again to see if he would ever return your feelings, sometimes subtly asking if he had crushes or wearing something that turned every other guy BUT Peter on.

 Peter laughed at your blank face, “(Y/n) to Earth. (Y/n) to Peter.” He said, shaking your arm. You glimpsed at his hand on yours, then shook off the thought. “I’m back! Just took a little trip to Mars.” You said, winking. You stood up and carried both your trays to the trash can, Peter following behind you. He handed you your backpack as you hugged him to say thank you. “Since when are you such a gentleman?” You asked in mock surprise. He laughed, and you tried to commit his sweet, dorky laugh to memory. “Since kindergarten, duh.” He said, shrugging on his backpack. You both started walking to class. “Okay, that was one time. And all you did was share your goldfish!” You said, laughing back. You walked towards your Spanish class. “Hey, We still on for tonight?"You said, opening the door. Peter smiled at you, then back down at the ground. "Yeah, I-I’ll see you soon.”


PETER’S POV:
She was beautiful. Ever since kindergarten when she sat down next to me and introduced herself.
“Hi, I’m (Y/n). Wanna be friends?” She said, moving her braids aside. Even then, her voice made me lose my powers of speech.
I walked towards chemistry class, Ned catching up to me. “She won’t fall for your trick that much longer.” He said, tapping my shoulder. I flinched, “What the hell, Ned! Don’t scare me like that.” I said. “I’m serious, Peter. Just ask (y/n) out already. Grow a pair.” He said, walking to chemistry with me. Oh gee, what’s the harm, huh? “It’s not that I don’t have the balls to ask her out, it’s just…she doesn’t feel the same, she could never feel the same.” I said, staring ahead. The only thing I could picture was her smile, looking down at me. And her laugh, how it flowed over me as smooth as water. The way she moved her hair back, how she brought her eyebrows together when she was thinking, or how she would make the funniest face just to cheer me up. “Oh so Liz could feel the same?” Ned asked. “No, no. Ned, you know it’s fake.” I said. Sure, Liz was pretty and nice and all, but we barely talked. (Y/n) was different anyways. Everything she does is just, well, perfect. “Plus, I could ruin our friendship over a lame ‘will you go out with me?’. That’s the last thing I want to do.” I said, sighing. “I get that you can’t live without her, but you don’t know if she doesn’t feel the same. She could, you know?” He said. “No, it’s more complicated than that.” I said, attempting to end this conversation. “Hey it’s just a little advice. She’s sleeping over, right? You could ask her then!” He said, eyes lighting up at the thought. “If I say I’ll think about it, will you drop it?” I said. “Yes. 100% yes, just ask her the hell out already!” He said as we walked into class. I laughed. 

Yeah, like I’d ever have a chance with (y/n).

YOUR POV:
Class couldn’t end soon enough. There were still 10 minutes left, and you pondered how you would tell Peter you liked him. That is, if you didn’t chicken out first. The words just wouldn’t form in your mouth, no matter how easy it seemed to talk to Peter before. You were so absorbed in the thought of Peter saying yes to a date that you didn’t notice the bell rang. You blinked, hearing the harsh ring-ring of the bell. You shoved your books in your bag and ran outside, looking for Peter. You saw him sitting on a bench, flipping through a calculus textbook. You walked towards him, a skip in your step. You plopped down next to him, putting your hand on the page. “You better not be studying tonight.” You said, looking up at him. “But I have a test tomorrow!” He whined. You laughed, “C'mon, we didn’t rent literally all the Star Wars movies for nothing!” You said, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. “B-but…the test… 20% of my grade.” He said with mock nervousness. You helped him up and both started walking down the street to Peter’s apartment. “Hey, I’ll help you after we finish at least the first movie, I promise.” You said, smiling. He gave a nervous smile and looked back at the ground. You felt a little buzz against your arm, noticing it was Peter’s wrist watch making a weird signal. “Um, uh, actually.. I have to,uh, run an errand first… um, Aunt May’s out on business, make yourself at home, I-I’ll be back, I promise!” He said, running away in the opposite direction. You didn’t have the time to answer as Peter darted out of your line of sight.

 You sighed to yourself, that boy was unpredictable sometimes. I mean what was he even doing that was so important? You knew he had the Stark internship, but this was your first time sleeping over since your parents divorce, 7 months ago. Sure, it was hard, but Peter had always been there to help you through it. Except for the time he had gotten the Stark internship, he was always disappearing after that. It had really gotten on your nerves, but you didn’t let it bug you, your friendship to Peter was more important.

You heaved your bag of extra clothes over your side as you walked to Peter’s apartment, knowing the way by heart. You jammed the extra key under the mat into the lock. You swung your bag over on the couch, taking out your pajamas as you headed to the bathroom.

PETER’S POV:
I hated leaving her like that. I knew she couldn’t stand me going AWOL. I really did try to stay with her as long as possible, but that incessant watch had to keep reminding me that I couldn’t.

The crime wasn’t as bad as I thought. Just a few petty thieves trying to rob a jeweler’s. I ran to my apartment, knowing (y/n) would be (hopefully) be taking a nap, I know how boring Spanish class is to her.


I opened the window to my room, seeing my door was open and the bathroom light was on. (Y/n) was probably taking a shower, damn it. 

Though, the thought of her in the shower wasn’t at all bad.


I shrugged the dirty thoughts off and took off my mask. She would be in there for hours, I could already tell. I let the sound of her singing absorb me, as if it could wash away my bruises in a second. She was singing her all-time favorite, “Almost is Never Enough,” by Ariana Grande. Why she likes that song beats me, it was too slow and soft, and the lyrics were enough to make you feel sad enough.


I laid down on my bed, feeling around for where the bruises were. Those robbers packed a hell of a punch. I kept listening to (y/n)’s voice. Her voice was soft, but it sounded like she meant every lyric. I listened to her a bit more before throwing my head back and relaxing.


I guess I was a little too loud, because she stoped singing and when I turned around, she was gaping at me.

YOUR POV:
It had taken all your will not to scream.

Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

Your best friend was Spider-Man.

You couldn’t even begin to think of how the situation looked. You were in one of Peter’s academic decathlon hoodies and pajama shorts that had stains all over (because who binge watches Netflix without snacks?). “(Y/n)! I-I can explain.” He said, putting his hands up and walking slowly towards you. “Save it. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” You yelled. “I wanted to believe me-” He started saying. You shut him up with a raised hand and continued, “Peter Benjamin Parker, don’t try and explain. I think it’s best if I leave.” You said as you dropped your gaze and moved to the door.

 Before you knew it, there were webs binding your hands together, and your body was pulled tightly to Peter’s. He shrugged on his mask, leaving only his mouth open. “I will explain, do you trust me?” He said, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you closer. He pulled down his mask and you felt his eyes still on you. You felt everything in full detail. His hand on your waist, finger pads pressing onto the small of your back for control. You felt the air between you two, how you wanted to close the gap so badly. But even if you did, who’s to say he wouldn’t back away?


He pulled you to the balcony, leaning over the side. “I need you to keep quiet.” He said, putting a finger to his mouth for emphasis. He readjusted his hand on you, making sure to keep it secure. And with that, he let go and fell towards the ground.


PETER’S POV:


She was doing a great job not screaming. Though she did grip my shoulders and chest a little too tight. I swung over to a high building, one where you could see all of Queens. Her legs wobbled and I held her up, her skin cold as ice. “P-Peter…” She said. I clamped my hand over her mouth, you could never be too careful. She shrugged it off, “Sorry, Spider-Man. What is your deal-” She said as she turned around.

The view took her breath away. I walked over to her and watched her as she took it all in. “It’s beautiful,” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s my favorite place to look at everything. I knew you’d like it.” I said, trying to ignore the fact that I was still in my suit.

 She snapped back to reality at the sound of my voice. “So how the hell are you Spider-Man?” She asked, crossing her arms. “Um, it’s a lot to explain.. But this is the Stark internship I was telling you about.” I said, trying to explain it as calmly as I could. “So this is why you’re never around. And why you always show up with a bruise. And why you never kill spiders.” She said, her eyes calculating every theory into truth. “Well, actually I don’t kill spiders because they’re like my half family.” I said, taking off the bottom part of my mask. “W-what?” She asked, a confused look on her face. I laughed and walked over to the ledge, (Y/n) following behind.


We watched the sun set over the line of buildings. I realized how close she was, her fingers centimeters away. I looked over at her, the light from the sun curving around her face just enough to make it look like she couldn’t get any more beautiful. She caught my gaze and smoothed her hand over mine. I grabbed her hand back and tugged it closer, wanting to feel more. She turned to me, her eyes full of wonder. I couldn’t form a sentence, let alone a word. She smiled, her hair letting a loose strand fall. I moved it behind her ear, her face falling down as she leaned into my hand.


“Kiss me.” She whispered, her hand still on mine.


“W-what?” I asked, taken aback at her request.


“If you don’t want to, it’s okay.” She said, looking back at the sunset.


I couldn’t take it, her lips were pulling me towards and I let it willingly. I cupped my hands around her face as I leaned in, making the kiss passionate. She filled in the gap and kissed back, her hands wrapping around my neck. She tasted of caramel and salt water, but her lips were extremely soft. She gasped for air as we kissed again. I’d wondered what my first kiss would be like, but this was better than anything I’d ever imagine. She pulled away, arms still around my neck. I had my hands on her waist as she touched her lips, smiling to herself.

 "That was…“ I started saying. "I don’t think I can put it into words.” She said, smiling up at me and burying her head into my chest. I pulled her closer (if we could get any closer) and played with her hair. “Not bad for your first kiss.” She said, pulling away. I couldn’t help but laugh, only (y/n) could joke about this. “I was only trying to impress my girlfriend-” I stopped myself before I could repeat another word. “Girlfriend sounds nice.” She said as she placed another kiss on my lips.


YOUR POV:


He called you his girlfriend. Normally, it would take at least a date for you to let someone call you their girlfriend, but Peter was an exception. 

“You asked me why I loved Ariana’s song,” I said, lacing my fingers with his and leaning on his chest. “Yeah.” He said, stroking my hair with his masked hand. “Because it reminded me of us. So close to love, yet not enough to share it.” I said, closing my eyes as I tried to memorize this moment.

 "Well, you should know that I think this is love.“ He said with a nervous laugh. I kissed his cheek and laughed with him.


"Yeah, I think it’s love too.” I said as Peter pulled me into another kiss.


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Grind on Me(M)

               I was in the kitchen of the apartment that I shared with my boyfriend Hoseok cooking dinner and listening to music while enjoying a glass of wine. Hoseok texted me earlier that he would be running a bit late because of practice and it bummed me out a little and made me a bit anxious. Tonight I planned on telling him one of my kinks/something that I have always wanted to try. I was on my second glass of wine when I heard the front door of the apartment open then close.

“I’m home baby where are you?!” Hoseok asked.

“In the kitchen babe I’m cooking!” I replied.

               A few seconds later I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and I couldn’t help but smile. This was my favorite part of the day; when Hoseok would come home after a long day and wrap his arms around me from behind and would just be very sweet and loving. Even after being together for two and a half years, he was still super romantic and tried his best to be the most amazing boyfriend ever, even if he was a thousand miles away. I felt Hoseok give me soft kisses on my cheek as we swayed along to the music.

“I missed you today.” He whispered in my ear.

“I missed you more. Go wash up babe for dinner. It’s just about done.” I smiled, turning off the stove.

“Ok but give me a proper kiss first.” He chuckled.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips against his, giving him a quick kiss. He then left the kitchen to go wash up and I grabbed the plates and placed them on the table along with the food. A few moments later Hoseok joined me at the table freshly showered.

“This looks good babe. Good job!” He smiled.

“Thank you love now eat up!” I said, starting to eat.

I was silent for half of the meal as I was thinking about how I was going to tell Hoseok what I needed to tell him. Hoseok noticed that I was deep in thought and it concerned him.

“Everything ok baby? You look like you’re deep in thought about something. Hoseok asked.

I took a deep breath and drank the rest of my wine. I needed to tell him now while I had the courage to do so.

“Babe I have something to tell you. It’s nothing major I promise.” I answered.

“Oh? Well tell me.” Hoseok said, taking a bite of his food.

“Well I know our sex life is amazing and all but I have a secret and it’s something that I want to try. Promise me that you won’t judge me for it.” I said.

“I promise I won’t judge you now tell me.” He smiled.

“I want to ride your thigh. I want you to help me get off by clenching your thigh muscles and tell me what a good girl I am. I’ve been wanting this for a while.” I confessed.

Hoseok didn’t say anything. He got up from his chair and walked over to me. He pulled me up from my chair and roughly pulled me towards him and kissed me deeply. He took one of his hands and slipped it into my panties and fingered me slowly.

“So my kitten wants to get off on daddy’s thigh hmm? How badly do you want it?” He hissed.

“I want it so badly. Please let me ride your thigh daddy.” I whimpered.

“Put away dinner and wash the dishes. Meet daddy in the bedroom when you’re done and don’t keep me waiting.” He commanded, smacking my ass.

               I quickly put the leftovers away and washed the dishes and put them away then walked to the bedroom. I was greeted by a shirtless Hoseok sitting on the edge of the bed and he looked like he could eat me up in a second. I could hear my heart beat loudly in my chest as I waited for his orders.

“Strip for daddy but do it slowly.” He demanded.

I slowly took off my shirt and tossed it aside. I looked up at Hoseok and he licked his lips and smirked at me. I took off my pajama shorts and threw them next to my shorts. I bit my lip and took off my soaked panties and tossed those as well.

“You look so pretty kitten. Come ride daddy’s thigh like a good girl.” Hoseok whispered.

I walked towards him and straddled his thigh. I started out at a slow pace and had my arms around Hoseok’s shoulders for support.

“Oh you’re so wet kitten. You’re dripping around daddy’s thigh. Go faster.” He said, smacking my ass.

I rode his thigh faster and let out a loud moan as I felt him flex his thigh muscles then relaxed them. He did it again and held it and I grinded on his thigh faster and harder. I could feel myself getting close to my orgasm and I went even faster.

“That’s it… cum right on daddy’s thigh. God you look so beautiful.” He groaned.

I moaned loudly as I came super hard all over Hoseok’s thigh. He helped me get off of his thigh and he gently laid me down on the bed.

“You had your fun but now its daddy’s turn.” He grinned.

               He took off his boxers and climbed on the bed. He got in between my legs and grabbed his hardened cock. He took the head of his cock and slipped it inside my wet pussy then pulled it back out and rubbed it on my clit.

“You want daddy to fuck you? Beg for it.” He hummed.

“Fuck me daddy please. Your kitten needs your cock so badly.” I begged.

Without warning he slammed his cock deep inside me and rubbed my clit as he thrusted at a fast pace. The only sounds that were heard was the sound of our moans, the headboard hitting the wall, and the sound of skin slapping against each other. My second orgasm was slowly unwinding in my stomach and I could no longer hold back.

“Daddy I’m cumming! Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” I panted.

“Daddy’s cumming too. Let go kitten.” He groaned.

I gripped the sheets tightly and sobbed as I came super hard around Hoseok’s cock. Seconds later Hoseok let out a loud moan and his thrusts became sloppy as he came. Once we rode out our highs he pulled out and laid next to me.

“So can we do this again soon babe?” I asked.

“Of course. Anything for you.” He replied.

We grabbed our clothes and put them back on, too tired to take a shower. I snuggled under the covers and in Hoseok’s arms. This was definitely a night to remember.

13; badboy!yoongi

reassurance (13)
p: when one stops the kiss to whisper: “i’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

you still remember the first time yoongi kissed you.

it was raining… was it? uh… ah, yes. it was raining. the pitter pattering from the window pane is what accommodates to the sound of your heart beating into the silence within the four walls as you laze around in bed. the sounds mix together into tranquility as you sigh, but the abrupt knocks cracks through everything and jolts you to your feet.

you’re cautious, an umbrella (hey, it was the closest thing to the door) in your hands and you have to juggle it with one so you can open the barrier with your other to reveal - “y-yoongi?”

he’s breathless, trying to catch it with harsh inhales of air with his hand against the wall beside your door. he’s drenched and you just let it seep into your conscious that right, it’s raining - oh my god it’s raining and - “c-can i come in?”

dropping the umbrella, because you don’t know what else to do, you’re retrieving your keys to undo the locks. once nothing comes between the pair of you, yoongi steps through and it seems like everything yoongi does makes you drop things because your keys meet the tiles at his cold hands cupping your cheeks, his quivering lips pressed to your own in a frenzy to find warmth, solace, an answer, maybe.

you barely have time to digest what’s happening, let alone kiss him back when he pulls away sharply after realizing what he’s doing. he licks his lips nervously, lungs suck in being lungs when he can barely breathe right but he’s trying to speak. guess who doesn’t let him, though?

this time yoongi grows wide eyed at the way your warm hands press to his skin, framing the sides of his head before you pull him back down so you can kiss him. he gasps but recovers quick, groaning into your mouth when you nip on his bottom lip that he naturally parts his lips for a slow dance for two, melted into one, sealed by the mouth.

yoongi breaks from you again when he comes to another realization, only managing to get half of his sentence out in a stutter: “i-i’m sorry, are you sure you-” yoongi gets a clearer picture when you hook an arm around his shoulders, the other grabbing him by the cheek to kiss him again. this time, his nerves relax and he gives in to the way your lips move against his own, warming him up, setting his nerves on fire and his heart ablaze when you leave no room for him to pull away.

until you do, that is.

he sees how now you’re wet, the effects of holding him close and him obliging with arms strapped to your waist as you look at him with pursed, red lips. he tries not to comment on it, focused on how hard you’re breathing and how you look like you want to say something that he waits.

and waits… and waits… waiting…

“i waited for you all day yesterday and you didn’t show up. no text, no call and i had to find out from taehyung it’s because you got into trouble for beating some guy up-”

“he was the asshole who had nothing better to do than to steal your notes-!” you slap a hand over his mouth, “now you show up at my door at midnight, through the pouring rain, drenched and creating a damned pool of water in my home and the first thing you do is kiss me?”

he tests once more by leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips and how you let him is what makes him smile when he pulls back to see the anger being washed away in your eyes.

“you’re letting me, though,” he snickers when you refuse to look at him, and he sneaks in one more to put your eyes back on him. 

“you’re not gonna stop me?” he’s smiling widely

you gulp and pull your arms back, folding them childishly, “did i tell you to stop?”

he cocks a brow, “do you want me to?”

you stick your chin up, head tilted in an angle that yoongi really wants to call out on being too adorable to be mad, “what do you think?”

yoongi smirks and closes the door behind him, redoing the locks in place with your fallen keys. he slots the umbrella back where you got it from before he takes you in his arms, heading towards the bathroom where it’s easier to get you wet… without clothes. “i think, we need a shower.”

Accidentally Pregnant

Accidentally Pregnant

My brother and I had always been close. We even shared the same circle of friends. One friend in particular, Dave, was a kinky bastard. He would host these parties that were filled with all kinds of sex. I’d only been to a few of them and just hung out, drinking, and never participated, but I got curious. There would be scenes of guys and girls getting tied up and fucked, or strapped to a wall and spanked or flogged, or just hang out in his hot tub and fuck. Dave would always tease me and flirt with me, try to get me to try something, but I’d always say “no thank you”. He would always catch me watching the girls who got tied up and fucked. I liked watching them, watching the release of control, watched as they would be used, either their mouth, ass, or cunt was fucked and filled. I loved watching the faces of the girls getting fucked when they would fun or feel the guy cumming in them. It looked like pure ecstasy in that moment. I wanted that. I grew to need that.
I finally talked to Dave. I told him what I wanted: no oral, no anal, and whoever fucked me needed to wear a condom. Dave agreed to that. He told me it wouldn’t be him fucking me, as I undressed. He tied my arms behind my back and bent me over a bench. He blindfolded me, which I wasn’t expecting. He put a ball gag in my mouth. This was to prevent anyone from fucking my mouth, he said. Then I felt something cold and wet on my ass hole. Lube? I wasn’t able to object at all. “This is so they don’t fuck your ass.” Dave said. “Just relax and take this in.” Before I knew it, there was something hard and cold being pressed into my ass, spreading my sphincter around this unforgiving object being gently pushed into me. Just when I thought it was too big, it got smaller. He was putting a plug in me! My ass muscles clenched tight and I felt the heavy plug in me. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t use anything that big in my ass. But it felt big enough to stay in place. Dave checked one last time if I was ok. I nodded “yes”. I silently cussed him out for putting the plug in my ass, no matter what the reason for why he did it.
It wasn’t long before I heard someone come in and start touching me. Who was it? I couldn’t see. Their hands were warm and gentle. They wiggled the plug in my ass. I squirmed with discomfort, which I assume was something they liked seeing me do. Then, I felt fingers between my lips and playing with my clit. It felt very good to be touched, at least until those fingers got pushed inside me with no lube. I was already wet with anticipation, but extra lube could have helped. Whoever this was found my g spot and spent began stroking it. I moaned through the gag, feeling those fingers explore me and push deep into my cunt. He had me moaning and almost orgasming. He suddenly stopped and left the room. I groaned in disappointment. I was so close! I heard Dave’s voice. He was saying something about Chuck. Chuck was my brother, but I’d always called him Charlie. Was Charlie here? My heart raced as I began to panic. I couldn’t let him see me like this. I listened as there were whispers by the door to the room. I was then aware of someone being in the room with me.
“So, who is this?” I heard Charlie’s voice. He was standing right behind me. I froze.
“Oh, just a sub who wanted to get fucked.” Dave replied.
What the fuck, Dave? I thought to myself. You going to let my brother fuck me?
“Go for it, man!” Dave urged. “I’m sure she’d like it.”
I listened as Dave walked out. There was a silent pause.
“Huh, no condoms here.” Charlie commented. “Oh well. I hope you like creampies.”
I whimpered. Not only was I mortified that my own younger brother was here at the party and seeing me like this, not knowing that it was me, but he was going to fuck me without a condom! I felt the head of his cock on my lips and I quivered. He tried pushing in, but the large plug prevented him. He gently pulled the plug out. The feeling of it stretching me, an object being forcibly pulled out of me almost pushed me over my orgasmic edge! Seconds later, his cock parted my lips and pushed deep into me. Now, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never seen his cock before and his first plunge into me filled me up like no other cock had. “Oh god!” I muffled into the gag in my mouth. He grabbed my hips and started slowly, letting me feel each stroke in and out. Then, once he’d pumped me a few times, started going faster. His hips slammed against my ass, rocking my whole body, the head of his cock pushing against my cervix unforgivingly. The feeling of his shaft against my g spot was too much. I let my orgasm take me. I was moaning and crying into the gag. Tears were rolling and soaking the blindfold. Too soon, did I feel his cock begin to swell. How could he be getting bigger? He groaned and grunted, and I felt as my brother’s cock began filling me with his cum, pressing it against my cervix, shooting me full of his seed. I fell in love with the feeling of his cock shooting and spasming inside me. I came again from that feeling. He pulled out, patted my ass, and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, Dave returned to check on me. He asked if I was ok. I nodded. I was cursing him or through the gag, but he didn’t care to understand. He observed the cum dripping out of me. “Very nice,” he commented. Before I could make an objection, he’d slid his cock into me. I yelped at the feeling, surprised that he’d pop in. His cock was smaller, but felt good. I was almost to orgasm when he came in me, joining his cum with my brother’s. He quickly finished and kissed my ass cheek. “I’ll be back to check on you.” He whispered in my ear before walking out.
My mind was racing. A shiver of fear raced through me. Had I taken my birth control pill today? Or even yesterday? I began to whimper. What if I get knocked up? These thoughts were racing through my mind when I heard a couple girls enter the room.
“Oh, look!” One girl said. “She’s cream filled!”
“Maybe we should clean her up.” The other replied.
Before I knew it, they both took turns licking me and tongue-fucking me, lapping at the cum dribbling out of me. It was then that I realized that I needed to pee. I tried to hold it, but their tongues would not step. Slowly, I felt it trickle out of me, and they kept on licking. One girl finally just wrapped her lips around my clit and I couldn’t help it. I let go and peed. The girl sucking on me felt like she swallowed all that I let go. When I was finally empty, she kissed my lips, licked my ass hole, and smacked my cheeks.
“That was yummy!” I heard her say.
“I think this plug needs to go back in.” The second girl discovered the plug. I felt her push it back in my ass and then pull it back out and push it back in. She seemed to like watching it pop in and out of me. She finally popped it in and left it there. They both kissed my cheeks and then left. I breathed a sigh of relief for the momentary break. I had just been filled with cum from my brother and my friend, and then my cunt eaten by two girls, stranger girls, and one of them swallowed my pee, the other fucked my ass with the plug that had been taken out. I wondered what was next. I knew Dave wouldn’t leave me like this. And he did finally come check on me. He told me that he’d keep me here just for a bit longer. He checked the ropes that held me down to make sure I wasn’t hurting. And then I felt his cock in me again. He kept his cock in me as he came again, pushing his seed deep into me. He pulled out, patted my ass, then left. I pushed his cum out of me as best I could. I didn’t want to get pregnant. I started to cry a little. What had I gotten myself into? I couldn’t cry for long. Charlie came back in for round 2.
“Awww, they put the plug back in,” he wiggled the plug. I don’t think I could have been happier that it was him back in the room. I felt kind of safe, until he pulled the plug out again. “Time for another helping.” I heard him say as he slid his cock in me. This time he felt a little limp, but he filled me full again. I felt him getting harder as he fucked me. Finally, I felt him cumming in me again. If I was to get pregnant, if that was my fate, I’d rather that it was Charlie’s than Dave’s. He kept fucking me even after he’d cum. He reached up and grabbed my tits and pulled my nipples. I groaned at this feeling. I felt fucked raw and over flowing with cum. My knees were weak and my legs shivered. I felt him swell inside me and cum again. That was three times my brother came inside me. I was bound to be knocked up after tonight. Why did I agree to this? Oh yeah. Because I wanted to lose control. He pulled out. What he did next surprised me. Instead of putting the plug back in my ass, he put it in my cunt. “So, nothing leaks out.” He said, before leaving.
Dave returned after I don’t know how long. He sounded drunk. He pulled the plug out and fucked me again, cumming in me. I rolled my eyes at the feeling. What was I? A fuck hole now? Thankfully, he stopped after he came. He untied me and removed the blindfold and ball gag. I didn’t look at him. I only collapsed on the floor, cum pouring out of me. The two girls who’d played with me before showed up. “Awww,” one of them said. “No more play. And here, I was hoping to lick her again.” They both giggled as if they were drunk. I didn’t look at either of them, I felt so ashamed. They did help me to the bathroom and started a shower for me. It was nice and hot. I sat in the tub and let the water run all over me, washing away the tears and drool and cum. When I felt clean enough, I got out, dried off and dressed. I joined what was left of the party. Charlie had gone, or at least I didn’t see him the rest of the night. I chatted with a few people that I knew. No one seemed to know that I was the tied up girl in the bed room. I mentioned it off-handedly but no one knew. Dave, being drunk, slid up next to me for a quick hug, before staggering off with one of the two girls who’d played with me.
I got up to leave and said my good-byes. I got kissed rather deeply by one of the girls who’d eaten me. She whispered in my ear “You tasted good. Let’s do it again.” She pulled away and winked at me. I was silent and kinda shocked. My cunt started dripping. I never did catch her name that night. The drive home was a quiet one. I found my brother passed out on the couch, his pants around his ankles. His cock was laying limp between his legs. My mouth began to water at the thought of sucking on him. What the Hell, I thought. He fucked me, tonight. Might as well taste the cock that was inside me. Gently, I knelt down at his feet and pointed his cock at myself. Carefully, I licked the head and pushed part of him into my mouth. After a few strokes, he hardened and I was able to deep throat him. I loved the feeling of his cock going down the back of my throat. I knew I was pretty good at sucking cock. No guy had ever complained. I even had swallowed a few loads. I was very turned on and felt the need to have his cock back inside me. I stood up, pulled off my pants, and squatted over him, taking his cock back into me. I bounced on him, feeling every inch slowly going in and out of me. I heard him moan a little, but I didn’t care. I felt him swelling inside me and then explode, filling me up. His every twitch inside me pushed me closer to my orgasm. I finally came and pushed his cock deep into me, so that he was pressed against my cervix. Oh, I wanted him deeper! I wanted all of his seed in my womb! I felt the last of his twitching and I knew that he was spent. I got off of him and went to my room and passed out.
I must have been tired because I didn’t wake up until after noon. Thankfully, it was a Sunday and my brother was vegging on the couch. I wore only my robe out of my room. We exchanged greetings as I dragged myself to the kitchen for coffee. Charlie started talking about Dave’s party and I listened carefully. He told me that there was a girl that had been tied up, and that Dave had told him that he could do whatever to her. Charlie hadn’t given it a second thought and had gone for it, not just once, but twice. I smiled and nodded, remembering last night. I asked if he ever found out who she was. He shook his head. “What if she got pregnant?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you want to know who she is then?” “Well, yeah.” He replied. I sighed in relief. That was a good sign. “Good to know,” I smiled at him. “So you had fun, then?” “Yeah!” Charlie then told me about watching 2 girls play with the tied up girl. He’s did something that was weird. He said that Dave had only allowed him and the 2 girls in the room, that the room was off limits to everyone else. That rat bastard! I thought to myself. Dave had set us both up! I was going to have to kick his ass! Charlie said he’d left soon after his second fuck session. He had been too drunk to enjoy much more. So, another friend of his drive him home. He’d had a weird dream that I’d fucked him last night. I feigned being grossed out by the meer thought of that, but I had to squeeze my legs shut to keep from dripping. I carefully walked into the bathroom and cleaned myself up.

***

About a month later, when I’d missed my period, I told a test. Sure enough, I was knocked up. How do I tell my brother? I thought to myself. I wasn’t a fan of beating around the bush, so I decided to tell him that night.
When he sat down on the couch, I made my move.
“Remember that party at Dave’s you were telling me about?” I asked. “And that tied up girl you fucked?”
“Yeah,” he gave me a blank stare, like he was about to greet in trouble.
“Well, I found out that the girl is in fact pregnant,” I handed him all 3 tests I’d taken. “And that girl was me.”
It was priceless! His jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
“That was you?” He almost yelled. “No way! He set us up!” He paused. “I mean, I’d told him a fantasy I’d had about fucking you, but I didn’t think he’d actually do that. Holy shit! What are we going to do?”
“The first thing we are going to do,” I told him. “Is good in my bedroom and fuck each other hard and fast. It’s been a month since I’ve felt your cock cumming in me and I’ve been craving it! Then, we’re going to get Dave back for setting us up. Sound like a plan?”
I’d never seen my brother move so fast. He was in my room and naked. This was proving to be a much more interesting turn of events than I thought.