A Cure for Insomnia: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Shout out to @timeforsmut for editing and co-writing

Originally posted by vikaq

Sleep was not something that came easy in Wayne Manor. Not for anyone. Almost every soul that lived there was damaged in a way. Sleep doesn’t come easy to the damaged.

Not for you.

Not for Damien

And certainly not for Bruce.

You huffed out as your tossed in turned in the bed, unable to find a comfortable position. You went to bed an hour ago, but you couldn’t seem to sleep. Yes, you were tired, but every time you closed your eyes your could only go in a dreamless sleep for about 5 minutes. It didn’t help that Bruce’s side of the bed was empty and cold, as he had been spending all night in his cave for days.

Finally you gave up, flinging your arms and legs around, kicking the covers off of you before rolling off the bed. Pressing your head a against the cool floor you sighed a bit before pushing yourself up and making your way to the closet across the room.  You blinked what little sleep you had out of your eyes as you turned on lights, illuminating the rows of suites and shoes on Bruce’s side. Your fingers brushes over the soft fabrics of his clothes as you trailed to the back of the closet. When you reached his shoes all neatly lined up in a row, you tugged on the bars of the rack the false wall pulling away to reveal an elevator to the cave.

The walls reclosed as you pressed the down button before leaning on the back handel, sighing as you closed your eyes.

Suddenly all you saw were those maddened blue eyes. How dead and piercing they were. That god awful blood red smile spread across his face and painted on his cheeks. That tumble of green hair contrasting against pale white skin. All you could hear was that god awful  maniacal laughter as he taunted you. Tore at you. That hideous purple suit, the acidic smell assaulting your nose.

You leaned forward and gasped, pale and shaking as sweat dripped from every pour at the vivid memory. 30 seconds. All you did was close your eyes for 30 seconds. The elevator dinged open, and you tried your best to steady your breathing and calm your heart as you exited, heading down a ramp to the main platform.

There Bruce sat, working on some analysis at the Batcomputer.

He paused, hands hovering over the keys as he heard footsteps approaching. Too soft to be Alfred’s, too heavy to be Damien’s. No clicking. Barefooted.

“Y/N.” he spoke, acknowledging  your presence  without looking up, continuing his work. Even so he couldn’t help but to smile a little  when he felt you lean on him and press a kiss to his temple.

Naturally, Bruce was cautious about his relationship with you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, or  worse, because of him. No one knew about you. He didn’t want the public to know about you because he didn’t want to ruin your life or privacy,  and he certainly didn’t want any villains finding out. God knows what they’d do to get to him though you.

Selena was huffy, and Damien didn’t like you. But then again, he doesn’t like anybody, so you didn’t really mind.

“You should be sleeping.” he remarked, not reacting to your body circling his.

“So should you.” you retorted as you wedge yourself between him and the computer.

“Y/N…” he began sighing as he lifted his hands for you to squeeze in.

“…..Crime doesn’t sleep.” you said in unison with him, although yours was more mocking.

“I know. I know. And Batman doesn’t either.” You bit your lip and leaned in “But, Bruce Wayne does. And right now Y/N  L/N needs her hero.”

He eyes went soft, hands moving away from they keys to your hips.

You smiled as you removed his cowl and kissed him. “There he is.” you whispered quietly as you were met with that tumbling black  hair and those soft, yet calculating dark brown eyes.

“Here I am.” he quietly replied before returning the kiss, titling you back ever so slightly.

You hummed to yourself as your fingers slid up the back of his neck and tangled themselves in his dark locks. You wondered how many people got to see him like this. Not as “The Batman” or “Bruce Wayne: Billionaire Playboy.” But regular old Bruce Wayne who liked Jazz and sweatpants and everything in the color black.

Bruce’s kiss started out gentle, but you soon found yourself being laid down on the keyboard, back arching as his fingers roamed on all the right places. He obviously didn’t care about his work any more as he trailed down your neck, hands pressing roughly into your hips as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He hoisted you up, shedding more clothing as he walked toward the elevator.

You gasped as you felt the coolness of the elevator press against your now bare back. You couldn’t remember when he took it off, but honestly you didn’t care. All you could see was him. All you could feel was the pressure of being pressed between him and the wall. The fitness of his scarred chest pushed against yours. The way his mouth pressed against your hot skin, or how his fingers dug into your thighs.

His mouth was on yours again as he navigated the closet, you still in his arms, without breaking the kiss. He bumped into a couple of racks, the noise probably  alerting Damien and Alfred, but he didn’t care. Not right now. He entered the room, dizzy and high on lust. You were far more intoxing than Poison Ivy .

You shrieked and giggled as Bruce tossed you on the bed. You bit your lip as he kicked off his pants, the view of his tented boxers obvious. You scooted back as he slid forward between you legs, hands pulling down your  night pants.

He inhaled your scent, pressing a kiss at your ankle before working his way up, littering kissed as he rose up your legs. You whimpered  out as he softly bit into the sensitive spot on your things, hands kiting themselves in his hair as his broke away to press a kiss against your still clothed womanhood. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled down your panties with the crook of his fingers, humming as he did so. Instead of tossing them, he let them dangle of his figure a bit before balling them in his hand.

“Bruce?” You questioned as you sat up do to that lack of physical contract. “What are you up toooo-Oooh!” you  moan out as he suddenly has his lips on your clit, sucking hard. You bucked forward, hands harshly gripping at his hair as he dipped into you folds. He was slow, lazy even, taking his time as he pulled moan after moan from you with his tongue. Your thighs wrapped around his neck as you grinded up, burying his face.

“B-Bruce!” you gasp out when he hits a sweet spot. “My Gods! Yes, right there.”

He whined, shifting so that his tongue pressed right in against it, humming softly. The vibrations from it cause you to cry out, back arching. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you down, groaning as he moved his hips lightly against the bed sheet, giving himself some sort of stimulation as he pleasured you.

Suddenly a sharp knock at the door caused the both of you to still. “Master Bruce? Miss L/N?” Alfred called out, sounding quite annoyed. “Is everything quite alright?”

Before you could even say a word, Bruce reached up and shoved your panties in your mouth, one hand covering them.

“Yes Alfred!” He responded, doing his best to keep his composure as he freed his length and placed one hand on your stomach, sliding achingly slow inside of you. “Everything is-oh- fine!”

His head dropped as he bit back a curse, when he was fully sheathed. You whimpered quietly, but Bruce’s fingers, gripped your cheeks in a silent command to be quiet.

“Go back to-ahh- bed.” he said, quietly groaning as he moved his hips slowly,grinding into you.

“As you insist.” Alfred spoke, the eyeroll practically audible through the door, before retreating down the hall.

Once he was sure Alfred was gone, he hitched one leg over his shoulder, titling you sideways before pulling almost all the way out at a slow pace, then slamming back in with such speed it rocked the bed. Your cries were muffled by the panties and his hand, but even so your eyes rolled back and your hands clawed at his body above you.

He repeated his movements groaning and hissing out as he felt you clenched a bit tighter every time he pushed in at that perfect angle, hitting your g-spot.

You moan out as he drilled you, pushing hard against that spot with every other stroke. You grabbed him by the nape of his neck and bought his head down, pressing forehead against yours.

His eyes were clouded and half lidded, and his pale skin was flushed. Sweat covered him and his lips were red and bruised from him biting them.  Your nails left red angry lines against his skin and his breathing was heavy, quiet moans breaking cutting in the sporadic pattern. Dark hair fell forward, clinging to his face as he whispered your name like a prayer.

He had never looked more charming.

The hand he had clamped over your mouth loosened just a little bit, but that was enough of a window for you. You  shifted, legs wrapping around him before you threw your body weight, flipping over so that you were on top.  He was dazed for a moment as you snatched the panties  out of your mouth and leaned down to kiss him. He responded immediately, challenging your act of dominance.  Your hands trailed down his arms, guiding them up his body to the head board, breaking away for air.

“I expect you not to move, Mr. Wayne.” you teased, stretching the elastic of your panties to tie them around his wrists and the headboard. You both knew that he could easily rip them apart.

“And ruin a perfectly good pair of panties? Bruce smirked tugging lightly on his makeshift restraints. Oh yeah he could defiantly snap these. “Never.”

“Well now,” you chuckled as you kissed him “We’ll just have to see by the end of this.”

Hands raked down his chest as your body slid down his, inching slowly towards his length. His hips bucked slightly when he felt your hand wrap around his shaft, pumping ever so slightly before lining him up with your entrance. You  both moaned out in pleasure as you slid down, balancing your hands against his abdomen.

“Mmnf, Y/N.” he hissed out bucking upwards. “Ride me!”

You obliged, bouncing steadily above him. The room was echoing the pants and grunts and hissing moans escaping you both as you rocked and bounced along Bruce’s dick. Your nails dug into his chest as you rocked your hips, teasing him endlessly.

Bruce groaned and glared at you for toying with him. “Y/N, just fuck my cock, already!” He growled.

“But I am, Bruce,” You moaned, smirking to him. “You feel so good.” You watched him groan and thrust his hips upward, trying to pick up the pace. “Something wrong?” You teased. He finally growled and tugged at your underwear, easily ripping it and pinning you under him. Before you could cry out in pleasure, bruce’s lips closed over yours, swallowing the moan with his own as he thrusted hard into you.

You shook and cried out, his hips pushing his cock-head right against your g-spot and making you shake before you were orgasming under him. He moaned as your walls clamped tight around him, milking him for his seed. He whined and pressed his mouth against your ear, moaning and panting softly. The sound of him unhinged and wanting intensified your own pleasure as your eyes watered up.

You tugged his hair hard and keened out his name before he grunted and groaned out your name, pulling himself away. You watched him fist his cock as his seed spurted out over your shaking thighs and stomach. You whimpered and whined, watching him before smirking and swiping up some of the sperm with your fingers, sucking it into your mouth.

Bruce let out a whine as he caught his breath. You sat up and kissed him, cupping his face lovingly. His hands closed over your waist gently, keeping you to him. You hummed as he held you to him, laying on the bed as he kissed you dearly.

He watched you curl against him, humming softly before your breaths soon fell into soft, even snores. He watched your face, peaceful and innocent as your bruised lips parted. He had gotten so used to seeing you whimpering and crying out when you seldom do sleep, the sight of you was a shock to him. He sighed and kissed your head, pulling the blanket over the two of you.

Maybe just…one night of sleep with you wouldn’t hurt.


lance! you’re too! close! [part 3]

sorry i post in the middle of the night im a moon gremlin who lives in a late time zone and sleeps all day

if you can’t read my handwriting, here is lance’s monologue

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it really fucks me up that if i could fly is titled if i could fly and not for your eyes only bc harry literally wrote that song at a time when he didn’t get to see louis for practically a month and if he could fly he wouldve been there with louis…FUCKKK

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Imagine: Savior

Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy

Requested: Yes
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!

A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again

Warnings: none


To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.

Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.

His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.

Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.

“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”

“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.

He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.

He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.

Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.

Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.

Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.

But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.

Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.

Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.

But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.

Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.

Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.

Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.

Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.

Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.

“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”

There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.

Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.

“Where are we headed?”

“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”

It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”

Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.

The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.

“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”

The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”

Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.

Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.

Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.

Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.

“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”

“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”

Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.

Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.

Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.

His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.

You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.

“Do I look bad or something?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“

A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.

Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.

The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

—The Next Morning—

You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.

You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.

His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.

You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.

A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.

"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.

His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.

“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”

Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.

He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.

“I can do you one better.”

Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.

The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.

Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.

He had finally got the girl of his dreams.

Cookies (M)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.

Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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After hearing about it for a while, I’ve recently started a morning ritual that has already improved my productivity and focus. Initially it sounded like it would take up way too much of my time, but now I’m a total morning pages convert. 

what they are

Here’s the basic idea: every morning you take out three pages of paper and free write (by hand! no word docs allowed) whatever comes to your mind. There are no rules about what you write, as long as you write three pages of something

why they help

The reason behind morning pages is that once you have everything down on paper, you can free up some headspace to do other things. It’s also a nice way to pinpoint why you’re feeling anxious, or if something has been on your subconscious. And let me tell you, it works. I’ve found that I easily make up for the time it takes to do them (about 20 minutes) in the time that I would normally be distracted. 

how to make them count

Free writing can be difficult to get the hang of. We often feel confined by rules and grammar, so throwing them all out the window feels wrong. Remember that these pages are for your eyes only, they won’t be graded so don’t worry about spelling something wrong or even making them legible to anyone else. My pages are often full of abbreviations and are written in handwriting no one could ever dream of reading. And that is a-okay, because they don’t have to be pretty or thoughtful, they just have to be done. I write whatever comes to mind and just let my thoughts flow. One thing will remind you of the next until you have three full pages in no time. 

So what if you don’t know where to start? Just write down everything you have to do today. Write down anything you’re worried about in the future. Write down anything you’d like to do someday. You’ll soon find something that you didn’t even know was bothering you. 

I don’t expect to read them again anytime soon, but it may be cool to see in a bit how everything I worried about worked out, so I’m hanging onto them for now. If recycling them is more your speed, that’s cool too. Just don’t be tempted to type them up! If you’re writing on a computer you can go back and change things and will be more tempted to make them perfect. That’s exactly what you want to avoid. Hand writing them will keep them from being perfect so that they can be good

Try it out for a couple days and let me know if it helps. I know that I’ve already seen a huge difference!

Bts reaction to public turning on a toy

Request: Omg I need a reaction from bts to that vibrator situation, wow, please can you do that mommy? The one where they make you wear a vibrator to which they have the remote/app to whilst you’re both with other members of bts? 😍😍😍😍😍

Omg just reading about that bullet vibration thing is getting me wet, can you please make a reaction like that with bts? Where they make you wear a bullet vibrator out in public with them while they have the control to it through an app?

Goddamn that sounds so hot. Can you make a bts reaction to that? Bts reaction to making you put on a vibrator and them having control over it through a remote or app while you both are out with the other boys? Please please please please please mommy, I never knew I needed something like this

Wow can I request that as a reaction? The vibrator in public & the boys of bts having control over it?

BTS reaction to finding out that you have a sex toy inside you (butt and/or vagina) in public? Thank you hehe.


He hates it when you didn’t pay attention to him. So he made you wear the damn thing and everytime you actually managed to concentrate in class he put it in motion making you want to cum on the spot. And when you turned to him to turn it off, he offered you the angel smile he was so famous for.

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan


Yoongi would either put it to full motion or he just stopped it. It was driving you nuts. On the edge, but not exactly. Yoongi toyed with you, where ever you went, whenever he wanted. And when you were about to just remove the god damn thing, you remembered the last time you didn’t followed thhe rules. Long tory short, it didn’t ended well.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


It was one his most torturous punishments. He would put it on half motion while you past him in the school corridor, making you turn around, a silent plead in your eyes. However, he was only smirking evily, and then turned it to full motion making you drop your thigns and fall on the ground so you could so something about it. While Namjoon helped you collect your stuff, his husky voice whispered “Good girl.”

Originally posted by rapnamu


The ride in the bus was bumpy on it’s own but Hoseok wanted you to feel it even more so he slowly started increasing the speed of the bullet vibrator inside you, making you jump out in surprise. Hoseok would release a small laugh, taking your hand in his, offering a small smile and an encouraging “You can do it.”

Originally posted by gotjhope


The prince of dance rarely takes risks, but this time he just couldn’t stop himself. You wanted to bring out the beast in him, so you put the sex toy on and downloaded the app on jimin’s phone and then whispered secretly in his ear what you did. And did he think about anything else that same day. At the end he got so frustrated

Originally posted by cute-pale


Boy is crazy. He will make you see stars throught the freaking day. In ten minutes the pace was going from fast to slow to stop to slow to middle to fast and in the middle of literature you cried. Then you received a me “Don’t you dare cum. Y/n, I’m warning you. I’m watching. From everywhere.

Originally posted by kimthwriter


Jungkook. The captain of the football team that had a secret relationship with the most quiet and good girl in the campus. The Jungkook that made his princess wear the vibrator while he controlled it. As he was having lunch he saw you with your friends on the other table eating quietly. His friends asked him why was he looking the direction of the goodies. Jungkook said nothing, only put the vibrator on full motion, watching smugly as you jumped off your seat. That made him want to fuck you right on the table.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


A/N: I write this form a public computer damn it. The things I do for you

To be foolish

Title: To be foolish

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 1,761

Songs: Slow Burn by Autograf

AN: So here’s part 2 of To be young! this part feels a little slow to me but I’m really excited about making the next part, so just bare with me lol. I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Heres Part 1: To be young

tagged@emrysaaryn@bubbles2428@dreaxs@marauder-lover@purecout-ure@therealme13posts , @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Its been about a week since Liz’s party happened and during that time Peter had completely started ignoring you, every time you sat by Peter he would get up and leave. In gym Ned and him started doing their stretches on the furthest part of the gym from you.

You were hurt. More then hurt actually, you felt broken. The guy of your dreams almost kissed you and now you could feel he regretted it, a lot. Hell he could barley even stand looking at you. Michelle finally spoke kicking you out of your horrid thoughts “Hey Y/N how ya holding up?” You felt her hand slowly rub your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Well MJ not very well, I’ve liked peter ever since he moved into that stupid apartment and when i finally got the chance to kiss him, he left me..” you paused looking up from the library table you’ve recently started coming to to seek comfort in being alone, “and he regrets it, he regrets trying to kiss me and won’t even do as much as give me the time of day.” Michelle’s hand dropped from your back and found their way onto your face and turned you to look at her. “Listen Y/N, maybe Peter has an explanation for all this.” She looked deep into your eyes feeling the sadness radiate off of you.

“Just maybe try talking to him?” she suggested pulling her hand away from your face. You sighed, she’s right i need to just woman up and talk to him instead of treating him like he is me. I need to be the mature one in this situation. You grabbed your books off of the table and made your way out of the library and towards Peters locker, Its almost the end of 6th period, the last period of the day.

The bell rang right as you made it to Peters locker and waited silently to confront the boy who made you feel broken, but he never came.

“Uh hey Ned?” you asked when you passed by him on your way to debate club, tired of waiting. Ned shut his locker and mad his way over to you with a smile on his face “Yeah whats up Y/N?” you felt a sick feeling over come you before asking whats on your mind, “Have yo-you seen Pete-Peter anywhere?” You stuttered out your question, averting your eyes from Ned’s suddenly feeling a gross kind of embarrassed over run your feeling of sickness. “No, actually i haven’t seen him since gym.” Ned replied as you two began to walk the same way towards the debate club. “Maybe he’ll be at the debate meeting today.” Ned said with a happy glint in his eyes, “How come you’re looking for him?” your heart drops into your stomach trying to think of something to say other than the truth, “We uh-we’re doing a project in chemistry together and i haven’t been able to get ahold of him.” You lie with a sick smile on your face, the lie seeming to convince Ned as you two walked through the doors of the gym to your now daily debate club meeting.

“Hey you two, hurry up and take your seats.” Liz spoke gleefully with a smile on her face before going back to asking questions to the 4 people sitting at tables on the small school stage for nationals that happen in 2 days.

You were getting settled into your seat next to MJ at the front table when you heard the door open to the small theater room open. You looked up from pulling your binder out of your backpack when you caught eyes with the beautiful chocolate ones that were so intimate with you just a week ago.

His gaze averted from yours making you feel guilty for even meeting his eyes in the first place. “Mr. Harrington, I need you to let me go to nationals.” Peter rushed his sentence out. You let out a small laugh you were trying to keep in. Peters head snapped over in your direction and the smile on your face grew wider and your laugh grew louder at his unexpected look. Not even 2 days have passed since Peter said he wasn’t going to nationals and now he wants to? “Well i don’t know whats up with Y/N but you can’t just show up at the last meeting before nationals and expect to be put back on the team” Flash spits confidently at Peter “Well actually Mr. Parker..” Mr. Harrington shot Flash the “shut up” look with his eyebrows raised “Yes you can, Flash can you grab Peters jacket out of my office desk please.” Mr. Harrington flashed a smile at Flash.

“Peters coming to nationals now?” Michelle lowly whispered just barely audible for you to hear, “this should be interesting.” She smiled down at her notebook as she began drawing god knows what.  

“Alright everyone needs to behave and no sneaking out after the curfew I’ve set, ten o'clock.” Mr. Harrington lectured you and the group of 10 teenagers. Liz, Michelle and you grab your key cards from the front desk and make your way up to your shared room with them. After getting settled in you decided to relax and watch some tv.

“Hey..” your attention got jerked away from the tv when it turned off suddenly “how about we go to the pool?” You looked over to see Liz gleefully smiling at you and Michelle with her bathing suit on. “Now?” you asked getting up off the bed you were sitting on “it’s 10:30 and isn’t the pool closed?” Liz slipped on her flip-flops “No it doesn’t close till 11:30 and Mr. Harrington does have to know, Plus being rebellious is good for moral…” she paused looking between Michelle and you “so hurry up and get your bathing suits on while I go tell the others.” you quickly agree with her and grab your suit out of your draw of the dresser.

“Michelle, you gonna come?” you ask from the bathroom while putting on your swimsuit on “No, I’m good here with the tv.” she replied as she plopped back down on the bed. You shoved your dirty clothes into your suitcase “Well you’ll just miss out on all the fun!” you called out leaving the room and making your way to the pool.

the pool is on the same floor as your shared room so all you have to do is walk down a few hallways, you make a round around the 2nd to last corner when you collide with something, or someone.

You fall back on your butt letting out a few mumbles of cuss words, “Oh god I’m so sorry, that was my-” The person stops when your eyes meet the familiar chocolate ombré orbs, this moment feeling more intimate than intended, you break your eyes away staring at the floor and taking peters now stretched out hand to help you up.

“Ok so-” a voice interrupts the moment you and Peter were having, “oh hey guys!” The smile of Liz comes into your view, “Hey Liz.” Peter coughs and you see a pink shade take over his face, you lowly scoff and roll eyes taking your hand slowly from Peters. “Are you coming to the pool too Peter?” Liz asks as everyone passes by the three of you “I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs slightly catching your eyes only to look back to Liz just as you were about to say something you might’ve regretted Liz spoke, “Well you should, so hurry up and get your trunks on!” She whisper shouted the last part of her comment and the same pink shade that took over peters face took over hers.

You felt uncomfortable, like you were intruding on a private moment. “Please, its gonna be like a good luck charm for us!” She spoke as she walked away towards everyone else. Peter turned his attention back to you “You’re going swimming i’m guessing?” He scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but your eyes “well you heard Liz, it’s gonna be our good luck charm.” You sarcastically spoke trying to meet Peters eyes with your Y/E/C ones just once.

“Look could we talk about what happened last-” Peters eyes finally caught yours taking you off guard and causing you to choke on your words, the feeling of be unwanted right here in this moment overran your body making you slouch slightly “Look Y/N…” he paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket “I really have to go, could we talk later?” He sighed running his hands through his soft, fluffy brown hair. “Uh sure.” You whispered breaking eye contact with Peter and looking at the floor, Peter sighed once more before walking away “just- just please don’t forget!” You called to him as he turned the corner and out of your sight.

You started making your way to the pool again thinking about what just happened, did Peter even really want to talk? He hasn’t wanted to talk to me at all this past week so maybe he really did regret what could have happened that night. You reached the door to the pool and slid your keycard through the small slot and the door clicked open. You slapped your card down on one of the small tables “there you are!” Flash shouted from in the pool, “I was starting to think you ditched us for penis.” He laughed making your mood even worse than it already was. “Whatever Flash.” You slipped into the pool and just floated on your back looking up at the ceiling with a couple of windows at the top, just admiring the stars and wishing how you could just be one right now instead of having to deal with all of this .. drama? no that’s not the right word for it, but I’m not sure what is maybe- your thoughts get cut off when your eyes meet the ones you saw in the hallway not even 5 minutes ago.

“Peter?” You whisper so quiet no one else hears you, you see Peters eyes widen and then he disappears. You stop and stand on your feet in the small hotel pool still staring up at the window. What is he doing on the roof? Why was he staring at me?

You get out of the pool and grab a designated towel from a small rack in the corner of the room and sit down at a lawn chair.

What is going on?


DELPHINE “I am so puppy happy to see you.” CORMIER

Sweat [M]

Pairing: Hoseok x reader x Yoongi

Summary: It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have an unorthodox method of trying to keep you cool.

Genre:  smut, pure smutty threesome, goodness, Poly!yoonseok

Word Count: 

Warnings: graphic depictions of sex, dirty talk, ice play

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

The sun was already shining high in the sky when your eyes fluttered open. The overwhelming heat of the day had your shirt soaked to your skin. You groaned, reaching over to chug the glass of water on the table next to you. But the room temperature water wasn’t enough to satisfy your thirst. “It’s so fucking hot.” you mumbled as you slid off your mattress. The sheets were crumpled in a pile on the floor, somehow the 3 of you managed to kick them off the bed in your sleep. 

You padded down the hallway and the familiar sounds of your boyfriends arguing rang through your ears. Yoongi and Hoseok were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Fire and ice. Water and oil. But there was something about you that brought the two of them together.

Hoseok’s eyes immediately fell onto yours as you entered the living room, “Tell Yoongi you want to go to the beach today. He’s being a lazy ass and won’t let us go.”

You chuckled, “The beach does sound nice, Hobi. But it’s probably going to be packed.” you squeezed his shoulder gently as you made your way to the fridge and out of the corner of your eye you could see him pouting. Clearly not happy that you were siding with Yoongi in this democratic household.

“See, I told you she wouldn’t want to go.” Yoongi teased as he laid back down on the floor, a gummy smile spread across his glistening face. He stared at you with mischief in his eyes, but the thought of intertwining limbs in this heat sounded like the worst possible idea, no matter how hard he made you cum.

You opened the door to the freezer, finding sweet relief in the blast of cool air rushing towards your skin. It was days like this when you cursed your boyfriends for letting them talk you into this place. Your apartment was beautiful, and you loved it, but it didn’t have A/C. So every summer the three of you wandered across the apartment in various states of undress, hoping that the lack of clothing encasing your skin will offer relief.

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You Deserve Punishment (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 6,350

A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Originally posted by bellahasjams

Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!? How could I not have known?!?

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