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[pearlszns]

𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝓦arnings.ᐟ luke castellan x ( f! ) reader , loser! luke , friends to lovers , loss of virginity , SMUT , virgin! luke , sub! luke , dom!reader , mutual masturbation , p in v , lots of praising , neck grabbing , hair pulling , slight orgasm denial , unprotected sex.

𝓝otes.ᐟ 𑁤‧ ₊˚ loser! luke has my heart 🫶🫶

Luke Castellan had been your steadfast companion since the days of your youth, a friendship forged in the crucible of camp life. From the moment you first crossed paths, his presence had become an indispensable fixture in your life, a constant source of support and companionship. Despite his insistence that your meeting had been a mere coincidence, you knew better—it was fate that had brought you together, binding your destinies inextricably.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the camp, you and Luke settled into your weekly ritual—a Friday night sleepover in your cabin. The air was thick with anticipation as you snuggled into your bed, the soft glow of the laptop flickering in the dim light. But despite the familiar comfort of your surroundings, an air of unease hung between you, a palpable tension that belied Luke's usually calm demeanor. You watched in silence as Luke fidgeted beside you, his restless movements betraying the turmoil swirling within him. It was a rare sight to see him so unsettled, his usual composure shaken by unseen forces. Curiosity gnawed at you, a desire to unravel the mystery of his troubled mind.

Little did you know, the source of Luke's agitation lay buried beneath layers of embarrassment and insecurity. The previous week, his friends had uncovered the truth of his virginity, unleashing a relentless barrage of teasing that had worn down his defenses with each passing day. What had started as harmless banter had morphed into a relentless onslaught, chipping away at his confidence and leaving him adrift in a sea of self-doubt.

With a heavy sigh, you mustered the courage to confront the elephant in the room, the unspoken tension between you demanding acknowledgment. It was time to delve into the depths of Luke's turmoil, to offer solace and support in his hour of need. "Luke," you murmured softly, the use of his full name a rare departure from your usual casual tone, "you seem off, everything alright?" The concern in your voice was evident as you reached out to him, your fingertips brushing against his cheek in a gentle gesture of reassurance.

Luke's gaze wavered, his eyes darting away from yours in a telltale sign of discomfort. Your heart sank at the sight, a knot of worry forming in the pit of your stomach. It was unlike him to evade your gaze so blatantly, and the realization only served to heighten your concern."Nothing, just. . dealing with some stress," Luke replied, his words strained as he attempted to deflect your inquiry. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

But you refused to let him brush off your concerns so easily. With a determined frown, you pressed on, your voice gentle yet firm. "Come on, Luke," you urged, your hand cupping his cheek in a tender gesture, "I know you like the palm of my hand. Something's clearly bothering you." As you paused the film, your undivided attention focused solely on him, you offered him a reassuring smile, your eyes searching his for any sign of vulnerability. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" you reminded him, the sincerity of your words cutting through the tension like a knife.

A faint blush colored Luke's cheeks, his hesitation evident as he struggled to meet your gaze. The weight of his unspoken thoughts hung heavy in the air, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. "You won’t— you promise me that you won’t think any less of me, alright?" Luke's voice trembled with vulnerability, a flicker of insecurity dancing in his brown irises. Your heart clenched at the sight, a surge of protectiveness welling up within you as you gazed upon your troubled friend.

Frowning, you reached out to him, the soft caress of your fingertips against his cheek a silent reassurance of your unwavering support. His turmoil weighed heavily on you, your worry mounting with each passing moment. "Of course not, Luke. . You're my best friend," you replied, your voice laced with warmth and sincerity as you sought to ease his fears.

As Luke nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of relief washed over him, his tension melting away under the comforting touch of your hand. With a deep breath, he finally found the courage to open up, his confession tumbling forth in a hesitant whisper. "Well, the guys found out I’m still. . a virgin and they've been teasing me about it all week."

Your heart went out to him, sympathy etched into every line of your expression as you listened to his words. Despite the gravity of his confession, a soft chuckle escaped your lips, the tension in the room easing slightly. "That's it?" you replied, a playful twinkle in your eyes as you sought to lighten the mood. "They're a bunch of idiots. . Just ignore them, Luke," you reassured him, your hand moving to gently stroke his soft hair.

Luke's laughter mingled with yours, a brief moment of levity in the midst of his turmoil. Yet, beneath the surface, a lingering unease remained, his troubled thoughts still weighing heavily on his mind. As his gaze drifted back to the paused movie on the screen, you could sense his lingering discomfort.Your brow furrowed with concern, you mirrored his troubled expression, your determination to alleviate his worries unwavering. "yeah, i know" he muttered, his eyes fixed in yours as he thought of his next words, "but it's hard not to let it get to me when they treat me like some sort of joke”. “Don't say that. . There's nothing wrong with being a virgin," you insisted, your words infused with conviction as you sought to bolster his confidence. Despite your reassurances, you couldn't shake the lingering sense of indignation at the thought of Luke being made to feel ashamed of something so natural and normal.

As you watched him, resolve burning bright in your eyes, you silently vowed to confront the source of his distress head-on, determined to defend your friend against the cruel taunts of his peers.

"I know, I know. . I can't help but feel self-conscious about it though," Luke confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of insecurity. As he spoke, you could sense the weight of his words, the burden of his insecurities pressing down upon him like a heavy cloak. "I mean, everyone else seems to be. . well, you know." "Experienced?" you offered, gently finishing his sentence as you reached out to him, your fingers intertwining with his in a gesture of solidarity. You wanted nothing more than to ease his discomfort, to offer him the reassurance he so desperately sought. Luke's gaze fell upon your joined hands, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into the comforting warmth of your touch.

"Yeah. . experienced," he affirmed, his words heavy with resignation. The vulnerability in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. Despite his outward confidence, it was clear that beneath the surface, he grappled with doubts and uncertainties. "It's not like I haven't tried to lose my virginity or anything; it's just never been the right time or person, I guess," Luke admitted, his voice tinged with a note of regret. Your heart swelled with affection for him, his honesty and vulnerability only serving to endear him to you even more. He was, without a doubt, the epitome of the perfect guy—the perfect friend.

"You'll get there eventually, trust me," you reassured him, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you leaned your head against his shoulder. "Just don't overthink it, okay?" Your words were infused with genuine warmth and understanding, a silent promise to stand by him through thick and thin. A smile tugged at the corners of Luke's lips, his features softening with relief as he realized he had confided in you. His grip tightened slightly around your hand, a silent expression of gratitude for your unwavering support. With a sense of peace settling over him, he rested his head atop yours, his touch a silent reassurance of your unbreakable bond.

"I know, thanks for. . well, for being here" Luke murmured, his voice soft with emotion. Your heart swelled with affection at his words, a warm glow spreading through you at the knowledge that you could provide him with solace in his time of need. "Always, Luke," you replied, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. "And if they bother you again about it, just let me know. I'll gladly hit them," you added, a playful glint in your eye as you shared a laugh. Together, you knew you could weather any storm that came your way, your friendship a beacon of strength and support in a world filled with uncertainty.

"You would do that for me?" Luke's voice was filled with wonder, his expressive eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the room. His vulnerability was palpable, a raw emotion laid bare before you. "I'd do anything for you," you replied without hesitation, your voice laced with sincerity as you met his gaze with a warm smile. It was the truest thing you had ever spoken, a testament to the depth of your devotion to him. He was worth every sacrifice, every ounce of effort.

Your words seemed to stir something within him, a flicker of determination igniting behind his eyes as he studied you intently. "Really? Anything?" he questioned, his voice lowering slightly as he leaned in closer, his gaze never wavering from yours. The intensity of his stare sent a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach, a tangible electricity crackling between you. "Of course, silly. Anything," you reassured him, a nervous laugh bubbling up as you tried to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air. His next words caught you off guard, your breath hitching in your throat as his proposal hung in the air between you.

"Would you. . maybe. . want to be my first?" Luke's voice was hesitant, his words laden with a vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings. Your mind raced, grappling with the weight of his request. Was he serious? Could you truly be the one to guide him through such a momentous experience?. "Luke, are you sure about that?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you searched his eyes for any hint of doubt. "We just talked about this. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, I mean you aren’t the only one here in camp." you reminded him, your words echoing the sentiment of your earlier conversation.

"I know," Luke replied, his voice soft as he chewed nervously on his lower lip. For a moment, he averted his gaze, his thoughts drifting inward before he met your eyes once more. "But I can't stop thinking about it. . And I'd really like it to be with you." Your heart swelled with emotion at his admission, the weight of his words settling like a warm embrace around you. In that moment, you realized the depth of his trust and the magnitude of his feelings for you. It was a choice you would have to make carefully, but one thing was certain—you would never take his trust for granted.

"Really?" you gasped in genuine surprise, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you nibbled nervously on your bottom lip. Luke's confession caught you off guard, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within you. You had always cared deeply for Luke, but as he stood before you now, baring his heart and soul, you couldn't deny the truth any longer. You were in love with him. Your feelings for Luke ran deeper than mere friendship; they were complex and undeniable, a tangled web of longing and desire that you had tried to suppress for far too long. But now, faced with his heartfelt plea, you found yourself unable to ignore the truth any longer.

"You aren't just doing it out of social pressure, are you?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern as you searched his eyes for any hint of uncertainty. It was important to you that Luke was making this decision of his own free will, without any external influence clouding his judgment. "No, I mean it," Luke replied, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he met your gaze. "I really want it to be with you. You’re just so. . kind and sweet. I've had a crush on you for years." His words hung in the air between you, each syllable laden with sincerity and vulnerability.

Luke's confession sent a thrill coursing through your veins, igniting a spark of warmth deep within your chest. In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place, the pieces of the puzzle fitting together with a clarity you had never known before. You were overwhelmed by a rush of emotion, your heart pounding in your chest as you gazed into Luke's eyes. With a sudden surge of courage, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a tender, passionate kiss. In that fleeting moment, all of your doubts and fears melted away, replaced by a sense of certainty and clarity. You didn't know what the future held, but one thing was certain: you were ready to see where this was going.

"Then, I guess it can be arranged," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you reached up to cup Luke's face, drawing him closer until your lips met in a tender, sweet kiss. Luke's eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the embrace, his hands finding their way to your hips as he deepened the kiss with a soft gasp. As the kiss intensified, you took control, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging gently as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. The innocent kiss quickly escalated into a passionate make-out session, the heat between you palpable as Luke's hands trailed down to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

You moaned softly against his lips, savoring the taste of him as your hand trailed down his neck, eliciting a gasp from him. His fingers dug into your waist as his tongue danced with yours, his arousal evident as he pressed against you. Sensing his growing desire, you gently flipped the position you were previously, now you on top of him, straddling his lap as you resumed your fervent kissing. Luke's arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer as one hand trailed up the hem of your shirt, the gentle caress of his fingertips sending shivers down your spine. With each touch, the intensity between you grew, the world outside fading away as you surrendered to the passion of the moment.

"Do you want me to take this off, baby?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you broke the kiss, your fingers teasing the hem of your top. Luke's gaze darkened as he met yours, a hunger evident in his eyes as he licked his lips in anticipation. "Yes, please. . take it off," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. With a playful smirk, you grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it off, revealing your bare breasts to his intense gaze. Luke's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight, his eyes roaming over your body with a mix of awe and desire. They were perfect, just like the rest of you, and he couldn't tear his gaze away.

"Have you ever touched a girl, Luke?" you questioned, your tone soft and inviting as you met his gaze. Luke swallowed hard, his hands trembling with anticipation as he shook his head slightly. "No, I haven't," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't be shy, baby," you reassured him with a gentle smile, reaching out to guide his hands to your breasts. "Like this." Luke's hands followed your guidance, his touch tentative at first as he cupped your breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing against your nipples.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as pleasure surged through you, your cheeks flushing with heat as Luke's touch sent shivers down your spine. "fucking beautiful" he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he continued to explore your body with reverent touches. "Mmh. . thanks," you murmured, your breath hitching in your throat as you squirmed in his lap, the heat between your bodies growing with each passing moment. The way he worshipped your body ignited a fire within you, your desire for him burning hotter with each caress.

Luke's breath hitched in his throat as he felt your body pressing against his, the undeniable heat of your arousal igniting a fire within him. With a soft moan, he trailed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You whimpered softly, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his tongue teasing at one of your hard nipples. Tangling your fingers in his soft hair, you caressed his scalp tenderly, eliciting a low groan from him as he sucked gently at the sensitive flesh. His hand trailed down between your legs, slipping underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties. You gasped at the sensation of his fingers brushing hesitantly against your pussy, his touch uncertain yet eager to please.

"Luke," you gasped, tugging gently at his hair as you looked into his eyes with a mixture of desire and amusement. "You've never done that before, have you?" His cheeks flushed slightly as he shook his head, his gaze still locked onto yours. "No... I haven't," he admitted, his voice tinged with nervousness. With a soft smile, you guided his hand away from your panties, pulling him gently to sit beside you. Pushing your shorts and underwear down your legs, you exposed yourself completely to him, your breath catching in your throat as his eyes roamed over your bare flesh.

As his finger traced along your thigh, you reached down to cup your pussy, your fingers parting your slick folds to rub your swollen clit in slow circles. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, your body responding eagerly to your touch. "Just like this, see?" you murmured, your voice thick with desire as you looked at him with glazed eyes. Luke's gaze darkened as he watched you touch yourself, his own arousal evident as he replaced your fingers with his own, mirroring your movements as he began to rub your clit in small, precise circles.

"Fuck, yeah, like that" you muttered, your breaths coming out in sharp pants as your hips instinctively bucked forward, seeking more of his touch. "You're doing so good for me, baby," you praised, your voice thick with desire and admiration. Luke groaned at your words, his arousal evident as he watched you writhing under his touch. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate for release as he wished more than anything to be buried deep inside you. You reached beside you, pushing his sweatpants down his thighs just enough to free his erection. He arched his back slightly to assist you, his hard cock springing free, standing tall against his flat stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, his size impressive and intimidating.

"Can I touch you, baby?" you asked, your hand absent-mindedly tracing patterns over his abs, your touch sending shivers down his spine. Luke's breath hitched at your touch, his abs flexing under your fingertips as he nodded eagerly. As you wrapped your hand around his length, he groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as you began to stroke him slowly, his fingers still teasing your soaked pussy. His eyes fluttered shut as he relished in the sensation, his lips parting in a soft moan. "That feels so good," he muttered, his hips instinctively bucking against your hand as he felt the pleasure building inside him. You moaned in response to his touch, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As his fingers picked up speed, you gasped, your chest heaving as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Luke's smirk grew wider as he felt your body responding to his touch, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that you eagerly returned.

Breaking the kiss, you whined as his fingers continued to thrust inside you, your face contorting in pleasure. As you quickened the pace of your hand on his cock, he groaned, his mouth finding your neck, his free hand cupping your breast. Your pumps became sloppier as you approached your orgasm, your pussy tightening around his fingers as you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "Luke, fuck," you cursed, your breath hitching in anticipation. With a smirk, you released his cock from your grasp, climbing onto his lap as you straddled him, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You guided him inside you, slowly lowering yourself onto him, a moan escaping your lips as you took him deep inside. Once he was fully seated within you, you paused, savoring the feeling of being filled by him completely. "How does that feel, my pretty boy?" you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear as you nuzzled his neck affectionately.

"It feels so good," he breathed, his hands gripping your hips as he began to thrust up into you, his movements instinctual and desperate. Every inch of him felt perfect inside you, the connection between you electric and intoxicating. "You feel amazing," he whispered in your ear, his voice ragged with need as he surrendered to the pleasure of being joined with you completely.

You whined, involuntarily breaking the contact between your lips, your face scrunched in pleasure as you felt his cock twitching under your touch. Your hand moved faster, stroking his length, your thumb teasing the tip that was already leaking precum. He groaned, his mouth finding your neck, his free hand sliding up to cup your breast, massaging it gently as he continued to finger fuck you. The sensations were overwhelming him, his arousal peaking, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. "Luke, fuck," you cursed, your pussy tightening around his fingers as you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "Such a good boy. . making me feel so good," you gasped, your pumps becoming sloppier as you approached your orgasm. His breath hitched at your praising words, his hips bucking against your hand, unable to contain himself any longer. "Please. . let me inside you," he begged between breathy moans, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder.

"How do you want me, baby?" you asked in a whisper, your lips brushing his as you spoke. Luke nipped at his lower lip, his answer coming effortlessly. "I want you to ride me," he muttered, his eyes glazed with lust as he locked onto yours. You gasped when he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a smirk tugging at your lips as you said, "Whatever you want, baby." Releasing his cock from your grasp, you climbed onto his lap. His breath caught in his throat as you straddled him, his hands finding purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

You grabbed his cock and placed the tip against your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. A moan escaped your lips as you took him inside, feeling him filling you up completely. Once he was fully seated within you, you stood still for a moment, savoring the sensation. "How does that feel, my pretty boy?" you asked, leaning in to nuzzle his neck affectionately. He groaned, his hands moving to cup your ass as he began to instinctively thrust up into you. Every inch of him felt perfect inside you, like he belonged there. "It feels so good," he whispered in your ear, his breathing ragged.

"Yeah. . it does," you agreed, starting to ride him slowly at first, relishing in the feeling of him stretching you out. "It's like your dick was fucking made for me, Luke," you moaned, your breath coming out unevenly. He shuddered as he bucked up into you, his fingers digging into your ass as he sought more of your touch. You smirked, watching him unravel beneath you. Leaning in to suck at his neck, you left hickeys in your wake, each one earning a moan from him. "You like being deep inside my tight pussy, Luke?" you teased, the sight of your bouncing breasts adding to his pleasure. "Yeah. . so fucking much," he panted heavily, his hips lifting up to meet your downward thrusts. "Such a naughty boy. . but I love it," you cooed, relishing in the power you held over him. "You look so fucking pretty underneath me, baby," you complimented him, his arousal evident as he slid one hand down to rub against your clit roughly.

"Don't stop, please," he begged, his hips jerking up into you, desperate for release. "You close, pretty boy?" you asked him, your own release edging closer. He nodded in response, whimpering as he struggled to hold back his orgasm. "You gonna be a good boy and hold it in for me, yeah?" you ordered, your voice firm. "Yes. . I'll be good for you," he whimpered, his cock throbbing inside you, aching for release. "That's my boy," you praised him, struggling to keep up the pace as your legs began to shake from the pleasure. "You gonna make me cum, baby," you moaned, your hand moving up to grasp at his neck, applying light pressure. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your grip limiting his air flow just enough to make it pleasurable. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming," he moaned, his hips thrusting up into you uncontrollably. "Hold it," you commanded, your voice stern. "You won't cum until I do."

"Just a minute, baby, I'm almost there," you promised, whimpering as your pussy clenched around his cock, your orgasm building. Riding him harder, you kept going until you finally fell over the edge, moaning loudly as pleasure washed over you. "Oh gods, Luke," you moaned, "you can cum now, baby." As soon as you gave him permission, he came with a loud whimper, his thick cum shooting inside you as both of you rode out your highs, holding onto each other tightly.

He panted, leaning his forehead against yours, his heartbeat slowing down as he tried

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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝓦arnings.ᐟ luke castellan x ( f! ) reader , clarisse la rue x ( f! ) reader , Aphoride! reader , flirting , kind of loser! luke , kissing. . .

𝓝otes.ᐟ 𑁤‧ ₊˚ don’t know where i got this idea but i luv it. . .

From the moment you and Luke crossed paths at camp, there was an unspoken connection that neither of you could quite define. Luke, with his tousled hair and shy smile, harbored an immense crush on you since the day you arrived. His 14-year-old heart fluttered whenever you were near, and even now, he remained utterly infatuated with you. His mind spun with plans to impress you, culminating in a moonlit escapade to the lake one fateful night. However, his well-intentioned gesture turned sour when he realized you couldn't swim—a detail he had overlooked in his eagerness to impress you. The night ended, your displeasure was evident, culminating in a swift slap that shattered the fragile moment.

Despite the awkwardness of that fateful night, your bond with Luke endured. Time marched on, as summer faded into memory and you returned to camp, Luke found himself captivated by the transformation you underwent. Gone were the awkward teenage years, replaced by a radiant beauty that left him breathless. Upon your return to camp the following summer, Luke found himself awestruck by your ethereal presence, as did everyone else. Your metamorphosis seemed almost miraculous, leaving Luke mesmerized by your newfound radiant beauty that left him breathless. Your hair cascaded like silk, each strand seemingly infused with moonlight, and your eyes sparkled with a depth that stirred something profound within him. Luke couldn't help but marvel at the sight of you, feeling a surge of gratitude for merely sharing the same space as you.

Yet, as you blossomed into an undeniable vision, Luke's insecurities swelled. He watched with a mix of envy and despair as others vied for your attention, wishing he could claim you for himself. It was a selfish desire, he knew, but the thought of anyone else possessing your affections filled him with an irrational jealousy. To Luke, you were more than just beautiful—you were an ethereal being, a celestial presence he yearned to hold close.

The attention from others didn't bother you at first; you took it as genuine kindness, each compliment a small affirmation. However, Luke shattered that illusion with painful honesty. He laid bare the ulterior motives lurking behind the flattery, revealing a world of manipulation and hidden agendas. It was a bitter pill to swallow, realizing that your trust had been misplaced and your heart deceived. As the spotlight grew unbearable, you sought solace in Luke's presence, yearning for the simplicity of your friendship. Just when you longed to escape the suffocating embrace of false adoration, fate intervened in the form of Aphrodite, the Goddess of beauty and love. Her claim upon you only served to intensify the spotlight, drawing even more eyes toward your radiant presence. Luke, burdened by the weight of his own insecurities, watched with a bitter ache as you gravitated toward Clarisse, the formidable warrior of the camp. He observed the way you admired her strength, the camaraderie you shared, and it ignited a jealousy that burned deep within him.

With each passing day, Luke felt the chasm between you widen, a gulf of distance that he struggled to bridge. His attempts to spend time with you were met with polite refusals, excuses of prior commitments with Clarisse that left him feeling sidelined and forgotten. The pang of rejection gnawed at his soul as he questioned why you didn't extend the same gestures of intimacy to him—why he remained devoid of the affectionate nicknames and inside jokes that had once been the hallmark of your friendship. Before Clarisse entered the picture, you two were inseparable, confidants who shared every secret and laughed until your sides ached. Now, as he watched you grow closer to her, Luke couldn't help but wonder what had changed, and why he found himself on the outside looking in.

The sight of you and Clarisse growing closer ignited a storm of conflicting emotions within Luke, a tempest of jealousy and longing that threatened to consume him whole. As he watched you gaze at her with a mixture of admiration and affection, he yearned to shed every layer of insecurity and stand before you as the epitome of strength and valor, just as Clarisse did. Yet, despite his fervent desires, it seemed you only had eyes for her, leaving Luke to grapple with the bitter sting of rejection. With each passing day, the gulf between you and Luke widened, a gaping chasm that swallowed the remnants of your once inseparable bond. Where laughter and shared secrets had once flourished, now lay silence and unspoken longing. Luke's heart sank with each polite refusal to spend time together, each 'sorry, I already made plans with Clar,' echoing like a tolling bell in his mind. The absence of the affectionate nicknames and inside jokes you once shared felt like a dagger twisting in his chest, a painful reminder of the connection that now seemed lost to him.

As you and Clarisse blossomed into a couple, Luke found himself on the sidelines, a spectator to the love story unfolding before his eyes. Envy gnawed at him as he watched you steal kisses and intertwine your fingers with hers, his heart aching with a longing he dared not speak aloud. Despite the silence that had settled between you, Luke found solace in the gentle warmth of your smiles, each fleeting glance a balm to his wounded spirit. Yet, beneath the facade of acceptance, a storm raged within him, a tempest of unspoken words and shattered dreams.

As the whispers of your relationship with Clarisse spread through the camp like wildfire, envy became a palpable presence, clinging to the air like a heavy fog. Luke, once your confidant and companion, found himself consumed by a bitter cocktail of jealousy and longing. Each tender gesture exchanged between you and Clarisse—the stolen kisses, the intertwined fingers—felt like a dagger twisting in Luke's heart, a painful reminder of what he could never have. Despite the silence that had settled between you, Luke couldn't tear his gaze away, his eyes widening with a mixture of yearning and sorrow every time he witnessed your displays of affection. Weeks passed, then months, without a single word exchanged between you, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Yet, even in the midst of the silence, the warmth of your kind smile offered a fleeting respite from the storm raging within Luke. Each gentle curve of your lips served as a beacon of hope, a reminder of the bond that had once bound you together. In those brief moments, all the pain and resentment melted away, leaving only the raw ache of unrequited love in its wake.

Despite the excitement of your budding romance with Clarisse, the absence of your once-close friendship with Luke left a void that even love couldn't fill. Clarisse, ever perceptive, couldn't help but notice the wistful glances Luke cast your way—the longing in his eyes, like a wounded puppy yearning for attention. Though she never admitted it, jealousy simmered beneath the surface, igniting into a blaze of possessiveness during your intimate moments. Each kiss was an inferno of passion, leaving you breathless and marked with bruises that served as silent declarations of ownership. Yet, those marks were not just for Clarisse's satisfaction—they were a message to Luke, a reminder of what he could never possess.

For Luke, each bruise left in Clarisse's wake served as a visceral reminder of what he could never have—a tangible symbol of the connection he yearned for but could never possess. As he watched from the sidelines, his desire for you burned with an intensity that bordered on obsession, fueled by the tantalizing glimpses of intimacy he could never hope to share. In his mind's eye, he imagined himself in Clarisse's place, tracing kisses along your skin with a tenderness born of love. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for him, relegating him to the role of a silent observer in the love story unfolding before his eyes.

With the arrival of Percy, a new camper, the atmosphere at the camp seemed to shift, tinged with an air of uncertainty. The confusion etched across Percy's face didn't go unnoticed, and your compassionate nature couldn't resist reaching out to offer him guidance and support. From the moment you extended a helping hand, it was as if a bond had formed between you, solidifying into a relationship that mirrored that of siblings. Despite Clarisse's reservations, you took Percy under your wing, guiding him through the intricacies of camp life with a patience and kindness that spoke volumes of your character. To Luke, watching you interact with Percy was akin to witnessing a masterclass in compassion—an exhibition of the same gentleness and care that had drawn him to you in the first place. With each act of kindness, each word of encouragement, Luke found himself falling deeper under your spell, his admiration for you growing with each passing day.

As he observed the bond blossoming between you and Percy, Luke couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy gnawing at his insides. He longed to be the recipient of your nurturing nature, to bask in the warmth of your affection as Percy did. Yet, even in the face of his own insecurities, Luke couldn't deny the undeniable truth—you were a beacon of light in the lives of those around you, a source of comfort and strength that endeared you to all who knew you. And as he watched you effortlessly weave your magic, Luke couldn't help but fall even more deeply under your spell, his heart swelling with a love he dared not speak aloud.

As the much-anticipated 'Capture the Flag' event loomed on the horizon, you couldn't shake the knot of apprehension that coiled in the pit of your stomach. You knew all too well the fierce competitiveness that burned within Clarisse, your girlfriend, and the lengths she would go to claim victory. But when she proposed a plan that involved exploiting Luke's feelings, your heart recoiled in protest. "I can't do that, Clar. He’s my friend" you protested, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush of defiance. The thought of toying with Luke's emotions filled you with a sense of unease, a moral boundary you couldn't bring yourself to cross. Yet, Clarisse's dismissive laughter only served to deepen your sense of discomfort, her casual disregard for your objections stinging like a slap to the face.

"He was your friend, babe. Let's be real, you haven't spoken in years" Clarisse retorted, her tone laced with amusement as she casually dismantled your protestations. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the growing chasm between you and Luke—a divide that seemed insurmountable in the face of Clarisse's ruthless pragmatism. Despite the pang of guilt that twisted in your gut, you refused to succumb to Clarisse's callous tactics, your conviction unshakeable in the face of her relentless laughter. "Clarisse, I can't do this. It's—it's just wrong. And so what if we haven't talked in a while? He's still my friend.” you stood your ground, refusing to be swayed by Clarisse's callous disregard for Luke's feelings, a sense of unease settled over you like a heavy shroud. The realization that your relationship with Clarisse had clouded your judgment, blurring the lines between right and wrong, left you reeling with doubt. With a final glare at your girlfriend, you pushed back from the table and stormed out of the Ares cabin, the weight of your decision bearing down on you like a leaden burden.

As Clarisse doggedly clung to her plan, determined to oust "poor lover boy" from the game, a heavy sigh escaped your lips as you stormed away. The weight of her insistence pressed down on you like a leaden weight, threatening to suffocate you beneath its relentless pressure. Yet, before you could retreat too far into the shadows of your thoughts, Clarisse's hurried footsteps echoed behind you, a silent plea for understanding hanging in the air between you.

Unbeknownst to you, Luke lingered nearby, his heart sinking like a stone as he witnessed the tense exchange unfold before him. The sight of your distress pierced him to the core, igniting a fierce desire to intervene, to shield you from the turmoil threatening to engulf you. Despite the rift that had formed between you, Luke couldn't bear to see you in pain, his instinct to protect you overpowering any lingering resentment he harbored. “Clarisse that’s stupid! I don’t see the point, I mean you could easily win ‘Capture flag’. Everyone knows it.” Your whispered argument with Clarisse echoed through the air, the tension palpable as emotions ran high. “Can’t you see it? How he looks at you? How he want to devour you. That’s why I’m doing it.” Clarisse's words struck like a blow, her accusation leaving you reeling with disbelief. The realization that she viewed Luke's feelings for you as a threat sent a shiver down your spine, casting a shadow of doubt over your relationship. Yet, even as you bristled at her possessiveness, a sense of confusion clouded your thoughts, unsure of how to navigate the tangled web of emotions that threatened to engulf you.

With a scoff, you asserted your independence, refusing to be cowed by Clarisse's attempts to control you. But before she could retort, a familiar voice broke through the tension, halting the argument in its tracks. “Everything’s alright?” As Luke interjected, his voice cutting through the tension like a lifeline, you couldn't help but feel a rush of conflicting emotions wash over you. Relief flooded your senses at the sight of his familiar form, a reassuring presence in the midst of chaos. Yet, mingled with that relief was a pang of guilt, knowing that his intervention only served to further complicate the already fraught situation. Your gaze lingered on his arms for a moment, tracing the lines of sinew and muscle with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. When had he grown so strong, so imposing? The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning, igniting a spark of something unfamiliar deep within your chest—a flutter of uncertainty that left you momentarily breathless.

You tore your gaze away from Luke's arms, muscles taut and defined beneath the fabric of his shirt, and directed it toward Clarisse, who bristled with anger beside you. Her frustration radiated off her in palpable waves, her clenched fists and furrowed brow betraying the simmering rage bubbling beneath the surface. Caught between the two, you felt like a pawn in a game you never wanted to play. Luke's unexpected appearance had thrown a wrench into Clarisse's plans, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. As you searched for the right words to defuse the tension, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that things were about to spiral out of control. “Yeah, until you came, lover boy.” Clarisse's words cut through the tense atmosphere like a blade, each syllable dripping with venom as she leveled a scathing glare at Luke. The weight of her disdain bore down on him like a physical force, his shoulders slumping under the weight of her contempt. For a moment, the air seemed to crackle with the intensity of her anger, her words hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

Luke stood frozen in place, his jaw clenched tight against the onslaught of emotions roiling within him. Hurt and indignation warred within his chest, each breath a struggle against the suffocating grip of Clarisse's words. The nickname "lover boy" echoed in his mind, a mocking reminder of the love he harbored for you, now twisted into a weapon against him. As Clarisse turned on her heel and stalked away, the echo of her footsteps reverberated in Luke's ears, each step a harsh reminder of the rift that had formed between them. He watched her retreating figure with a mixture of hurt and resignation, his heart heavy with the weight of her rejection. In that moment, he felt more alone than ever.

As Clarisse stormed away, her anger palpable in every rigid line of her posture, a heavy sigh escaped your lips, laden with a mixture of frustration and resignation. The knowledge that her fury would only fuel her competitive streak in tomorrow's game weighed heavily on your mind, casting a shadow over the already tense situation. "Fuck," you muttered under your breath, the curse slipping from your lips like a whispered prayer to the gods of chaos. It was a rare display of raw emotion from you, a stark departure from your usual composed demeanor. Luke's raised eyebrow and teasing remark pulled a reluctant smile from you, a flicker of amusement dancing in your eyes despite the turmoil swirling within you. "Since when does the beauty princess curse?" Luke quipped, the nickname a fond reminder of simpler times, when the weight of responsibility had yet to bear down upon your shoulders. His words sparked a bittersweet nostalgia within you, a longing for the innocence of youth and the carefree days spent in the company of your closest friend.

"Been a long time, huh?" you murmured, your gaze lingering on Luke's face as you drank in the familiar contours of his features. In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of past memories and the weight of unspoken truths, you found solace in the quiet companionship of the boy who had been by your side through it all. Luke's breathy chuckle danced through the air, a familiar sound that tugged at the corners of your lips despite your frustration. His words, laced with a hint of amusement, echoed with a warmth that harkened back to simpler times, when the weight of the world had yet to burden your shoulders. You couldn't help but sigh inwardly, a pang of regret gnawing at your conscience as you chastised yourself for your own oversight. "Yeah, you must have been busy all this time" Luke remarked, his eyes alight with the same playful spark that had once defined your friendship. The sight of his smile, unchanged by the passage of time, tugged at your heartstrings, a bittersweet reminder of the bond you had shared before life had pulled you in different directions.

“See you tomorrow at the game, ‘the best sword man’ and you should be aware by now that Clarisse is going to probably be behind your back.” With a resigned nod, you bid Luke farewell, the weight of the impending game hanging heavy in the air. As you turned to leave, a warning slipped past your lips, a playful jab at his skill with a sword and a reminder of the formidable opponent he would face in Clarisse. Yet, despite the teasing tone, there was a warmth in your words, a silent reassurance of your enduring friendship. Luke's smile widened at the nickname you bestowed upon him, a testament to the enduring bond between you. Though he may have harbored a dislike for the moniker, coming from you, it held a special significance—a reminder of the connection that had weathered the storms of time. And as you walked away, the echo of your laughter lingering in the air, Luke couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the friend he had missed more than words could express.

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spider man intro the spider verse ── gwen stacy . .

JEALOUS GIRL [ jealous! gwen stacy x ( f! ) spider woman reader ]

just headcanons about jealous gwen :3. .

CLINGING TO WHATS HER’S [ gwen stacy x ( f! ) reader ]

At a busy party, you are sitting down looking to get Gwen's drinks.The time seems long and a somebody's overbearing advances irritate you until Gwen comes to your rescue. Her admiration is a bond between you but the suspense grows as the night progresses. Face-to-face conversation makes Gwen to walk away, her anger being noticeable, as you run away from the awkward situation. On the way back home, you both are as angry as the other, but it is just a silent agreement about the unusual events and of how strong your team is.

UNDER THE MISTLETOE [ chistmas special! gwen stacy x ( f! ) reader ]

In the midst of white magic of Christmas Eve, you, regretting, went to the host for a party that your friend was giving, Mary. Because of inherent shyness at first but, as kind words came from everyone, your heart started to melt away your doubt. The day took a twist in a turn when you bumped into Gwen, a friend who revived a part in you that you had kept hidden for a long time. Surprisingly, the night revealed shared glances together with stolen moments that became the peak of a sweet confession and a kiss under the mistletoe. After a soft kiss, you and Gwen began a new chapter having touched the sides of conscience and the clip of happiness to a background that was encased with the snow of winter.

RESPONSIBILITIES [ busy gf! gwen stacy x ( f! ) reader ]

Gwen had been swamped with responsibilities lately, leaving little time for the two of you to spend together. In an attempt to make amends, she planned a special date at the park and promised to pick you up. However, she failed to show up, leaving you frustrated and disappointed. As you stewed over her broken promise and unanswered messages, Gwen returned from her patrol, anticipating your frustration. Despite the potential for an argument, both of you cherished your relationship deeply. Recognizing her mistake, Gwen resolved to make it up to you, determined to show her love and commitment despite the challenges life threw your way.

percy jackson & the olympians ── luke castellan. .

SALVATION’S EMBRACE [ luke castellan x ( f! ) reader ]

Luke Castellan, a cynical individual who harbors doubts about love and happy endings. However, his perspective shifts when he meets someone who breaks down his emotional barriers with their kindness. Despite Luke's past mistakes and inner turmoil, he finds himself drawn to this person, feeling a deep connection and longing for them. They share intimate moments together, their affection growing stronger despite Luke's attempts to resist. However, their moment of intimacy is interrupted by Percy, a friend seeking advice, momentarily disrupting their connection.

WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER [ luke castellan x ( f! ) Aphrodite child! reader ]

You and Luke had been inseparable since the moment you set foot in camp, your bond as tight as the knots in a sailor's rope. Like two lost puppies, you followed each other through the trials and tribulations of camp life, finding solace and companionship in each other's presence. But as time passed, Luke's feelings for you blossomed into something more, his crush growing stronger with each passing day. Despite your unwavering friendship, there were moments of awkwardness, like the ill-fated attempt at a lakeside "date" that ended with a slap on Luke's cheek when you discovered his intentions. Yet, even in the aftermath of that awkward encounter, your bond remained unbroken, though Luke's feelings for you hung in the air like a lingering scent. Everything changed when you returned from summer break, transformed into a vision of ethereal beauty that left Luke reeling with a mixture of awe and frustration. Though he longed to have you all to himself, the praise heaped upon you by others only served to intensify his feelings of inadequacy. And when you were claimed by Aphrodite, the Goddess of beauty herself, it felt like a cruel twist of fate, a reminder of the insurmountable barrier that stood between them. Despite his best efforts to ignore the whispers of jealousy that gnawed at his insides, Luke couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness as he watched you bask in the adoration of others, knowing that he should be the one doing it.

CRAVED BY YOU [ luke castellan x ( f! ) reader ]

In the story, Luke and the narrator, long-time best friends, navigate their evolving relationship during a sleepover. Luke, still a virgin, confides in the narrator about feeling insecure due to teasing from friends. The narrator reassures Luke, expressing their deep care and attraction. They share a tender moment of exploration, culminating in their first sexual encounter. As they engage intimately, both experience a mix of excitement, nervousness, and pleasure. The narrator guides Luke through the experience with patience and affection, deepening their emotional connection. Luke's vulnerability strengthens their bond, and they find comfort and pleasure in each other's embrace. The experience marks a significant milestone in their relationship, opening up new depths of intimacy and understanding between them. Despite initial nerves, their shared trust and affection pave the way for a beautiful and fulfilling experience, solidifying their romantic connection.

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Luke Castellan had always been cynical about love, convinced that happy endings were reserved for the privileged few, not for someone like him. But then, you came into his life like a ray of sunshine breaking through storm clouds. With your sweet demeanor and gentle kindness, you shattered the walls he had built around his heart, leaving him vulnerable and exposed in your presence. But as much as he tried to deny it, Luke knew he didn't deserve you. He was broken, scarred by his past mistakes, and he couldn't bear the thought of dragging you down with him. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to push you away, he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were more than just a girl to him; you were his salvation, his beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness.

He remembered the night he had bared his soul to you, revealing the insecurities that plagued him, including the scar marring his cheek. He had braced himself for rejection, expecting you to recoil in disgust at the sight of his imperfections. But instead of turning away, you had touched his cheek with such tenderness, kissing his scar until he felt like he was being bathed in warmth and acceptance. In that moment, with your lips pressed against his scar, Luke had felt a surge of longing unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He had wished, fervently, that your lips would linger there forever, tracing the contours of his scars and healing the wounds of his past. And as he gazed into your eyes, he knew with absolute certainty that he was falling for you, despite his best efforts to resist.

Despite his solemn promises to himself, Luke found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull you exerted on him. He had vowed to keep his distance, to spare you from the turmoil and chaos that seemed to follow in his wake. Yet, here he was, ensnared in your embrace, tangled up in the sheets of your bed with the weight of his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of desire.The distant echoes of your siblings' laughter and chatter faded into oblivion as the world narrowed down to just the two of you, cocooned in a bubble of intimacy and longing. With each tender caress of your lips against his, a rush of warmth flooded through him, melting away the barriers he had erected around his heart. Your touch was like a balm to his soul, soothing the scars of his past and igniting a fire within him that he had long thought extinguished.

As your kisses trailed down his neck, leaving behind a trail of purple bruises, Luke couldn't suppress the groan of pleasure that escaped his lips. His hands found their way to your hips, holding you close as he surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of your touch. "Shit── Angel, we're gonna need some of your foundation if you don't stop abusing my neck with those pretty lips," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and desire.You chuckled softly, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you pulled back from his neck, admiring the marks you had left behind. But before you could revel in your handiwork, Luke seized your lips in a searing kiss, his hunger for you evident in the fervor of his embrace. "You know, since you've had your fair share, now it's my turn," he whispered huskily as he flipped you both, pinning you beneath him on the bed.

A scoff escaped your lips at his playful remark, but any retort was silenced by the onslaught of his kisses. From the corner of your mouth to the curve of your neck, his lips blazed a trail of fire along your skin, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. His fingers traced delicate patterns along your cheekbone, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure as you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you, lost in the throes of passion and desire.

"Shh. . . Keep quiet, baby," Luke whispered, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as his warm brown eyes locked with yours for a fleeting moment before trailing down to your collarbone. His touch sent shivers down your spine, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin beneath your shirt with deliberate slowness, teasing and tantalizing you with every movement. You couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan, the sensation of his touch driving you wild with desire. "Castellan, if you don't take off my goddamn shirt more quickly, I swear on the Gods that──" Your threat was cut short as Luke's palm swiftly covered your mouth, silencing you with a playful yet firm gesture as the sound of footsteps approached your cabin door.

A muffled protest escaped your lips as Luke shot you a warning glare, silently urging you to keep quiet. "Luke? Are you inside?" Percy's voice echoed from outside, signaling his arrival to discuss the upcoming Capture the Flag game. Luke rolled his eyes in annoyance, his attention still fixed on you as he removed his hand from your lips, replacing it with a tender kiss, slow and gentle, as if to reassure you that despite the interruption, nothing could break the connection between you two. With an exasperated sigh, you felt frustration bubbling within you as Percy's untimely interruption shattered the fragile bubble of intimacy between you and Luke. Couldn't he have chosen a different time to seek you out? Though you cherished Percy like a little brother, his timing couldn't have been worse. Luke's chuckle at your annoyance only served to deepen your irritation, his hand reluctantly leaving your heated skin as he made his way toward the door.

As Percy stepped into view, his expression a mix of confusion and innocence, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for your frustration. He was just a boy trying to find his place in this world, after all, and the complexities of camp life often left him feeling overwhelmed and out of his depth. Luke raised an eyebrow inquisitively, his gaze flickering between Percy and you as he addressed the younger demigod."Everything alright?" Luke's voice was calm and composed, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging within you. Percy hesitated, his brow furrowing in confusion as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "Yeah, uh── I'm just very confused about this 'capture the flag' game. I don't really understand what I'm supposed to do," he admitted, his gaze shifting nervously between Luke and the door.

Luke nodded understandingly, his eyes darting back to you as you sat on the bed, a silent witness to the exchange unfolding before you. "You know. . Annabeth could explain that to you. She's a great explainer," Luke suggested with a reassuring smile, hoping to steer Percy in the right direction. But despite his well-intentioned advice, Percy still seemed lost in a sea of confusion. "Why can't you?" Percy's question was innocent enough, but it struck a nerve within Luke, threatening to unravel the fragile facade of patience he had constructed. With a subtle bite of his bottom lip, Luke fought to rein in his frustration, knowing that Percy meant no harm by his inquiry. "I have some business to. . solve. Sorry, Percy" Luke replied curtly, closing the door with a swift motion before turning back to you.

"Wanna continue or do you have something else on your mind?" Luke's words trailed off, his eyes dancing with anticipation as he grinned at you. Unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm, you giggled mischievously, seizing the opportunity to push him back onto the soft mattress. Climbing onto his lap, you met his lips once more, eager to pick up where you left off and drown out the world with the warmth of his embrace.

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A deep sigh escaped you as your eyes flicked to the glowing numbers on the clock, announcing the late hour of 9 PM. Your heart sank as you realized your girlfriend was still out on patrol. She had assured you earlier, with that familiar sparkle in her eye, that she'd be back in time for an evening together, promising to whisk you away for a date by 8. Despite knowing her routines and the unpredictability of her job, you held onto hope, perhaps against your better judgment.

Envisioning a serene evening in the park, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft glow of lampposts, you had eagerly anticipated this quality time with her. But alas, your phone remained stubbornly silent, each unanswered message amplifying your disappointment. You sent a flurry of texts, each one pleading for her presence, threatening ultimatums you didn't truly mean, desperate to elicit any response from her.

my girl🫶

just a reminder that we have a date and DONT be late please

luv u💋💋

sent at 17:05

my girl🫶

girl where are u????

been calling u for an hour

sent at 18:27

my girl🫶

answer my callllll☹️☹️☹️

sent at 18:55

my girl🫶

Gwendolyne Maxine Stacy if u don’t come pick me up at THIS MOMENT I swear that this is the last time we ever go on a date.

sent at 19:45

my girl🫶

hello????? Date w your girlfriend?????? Where are u??????

sent at 20:00

Frustration bubbled up inside you like a relentless tide as you gently placed your phone on the nightstand. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, mingling with the quiet hum of the night. Tears threatened to spill over, their warmth trailing down your cheeks and dampening the fabric of your pillow. For what felt like an eternity, you surrendered to the weight of your emotions, each sob a testament to the ache in your chest.

As the minutes stretched into what felt like hours, the weight of disappointment settled in, suffusing the room with an oppressive heaviness. Each passing moment felt like another crack in your heart, a fissure widening with each unanswered message and unfulfilled promise. And then, just as you were on the brink of despair, a soft rap echoed through the room, drawing your attention to the window.

You knew instinctively who it was, even before you glanced in its direction. Who else but your girlfriend would come knocking at your window at such a late hour? Yet, despite the familiar sound, you remained rooted to your spot on the bed, the weight of disappointment chaining you in place. You made no move to acknowledge her presence, opting instead to lie there, gazing blankly at the ceiling, lost in a whirlwind of conflicted emotions.

Gwen pushed open the window, her silhouette framed against the night sky as she entered the room. Still clad in her spider-suit, her blonde hair tousled and her expression worn, she exuded an air of exhaustion. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't──" Her attempt at an explanation was swiftly cut short by your glare, your eyes glistening with unshed tears, streaks of mascara staining your cheeks.

"I don't want to hear it, Gwen," you uttered, your voice trembling with a mix of hurt and frustration as you turned away from her, your back now facing her, a clear indication of your distress. With a heavy sigh, Gwen watched your retreating figure, the weight of disappointment settling heavily upon her.

Gwen turned with a weary sigh, running fingers through tangled locks. "I know, I'm sorry. Things were crazy tonight──bank robbery, arson, mugging attempts. I did my best to wrap it up quickly but people needed help."

Your brows furrowed as arms folded tightly across your chest. "You say that every time. But what about me? What about us? I barely see you anymore except for rushed evenings like this whenever you drag yourself home, covered in who knows what after God knows what kind of dangers."

"Baby, you know this is important. I have a responsibility──"

"Yeah, I know, saving the city, protecting the innocent." You shook her head with a grimace. "But who's protecting you, Gwen? And who's here for me when I'm wondering every second if this is the night you don't come back at all?"

Gwen glared at you with a frustrated groan, taking a step towards her partner. "I do my best to be careful out there. And I'm always thinking of you, of coming home to you── it's what keeps me going on the worst nights." You scoffed, bitterness edging your tone. "Some way to show it. We're falling apart at the seams and you're never here to even notice."

A worn down Gwen threw her hands up. "Then what do you want from me?Should I just give up being Spider-Woman, ignore the people who still need help?" "No, of course not. I'm not asking you to abandon your responsibilities entirely." You sighed shakily, tears threatening to spill. "I'm asking─ no, begging you─ to carve out room in your life and schedule for us too. For dates that don't turn into canceled last minutes. For lazy mornings sleeping in together instead of just quick rushed mornings or goodbyes. For actually being present when we're together instead of always with your head in the clouds, distracted by whatever crisis is brewing next."

You stepped closer now, cupping Gwen's cheek tenderly despite the tense set of her jaw, pleading gaze searching her partner's tired eyes. "I love you, all that you are and all that you do for this city. I'm just so afraid of losing you── or rather, losing what we have together. Please Gwen, say you're willing to try meeting me halfway. That our relationship is a priority too."

Looking into her girlfriend's watery eyes filled with sadness and love in equal measure, Gwen softened. She was right── juggling the demands of hero work while keeping up with loved ones had pushed relationships to the brink more than once. And this partnership meant too much for her to risk throwing away. Releasing a weary sigh, Gwen gently cupped your hands holding her face and pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles.

"You're right. I've been letting things slip, taking you for granted. That wasn't fair, and it won't happen again." She gazed upon her partner earnestly, wanting nothing but to wipe that pain from her lovely features. "I promise from now on, our time together will be a priority too. No more last minute cancellations unless the city is literally falling down. Date nights, lazy mornings── consider them reserved on the calendar."

A shaky smile lifted on your lips, desperate hope filling once watery eyes. "Really? You mean it?"

Gwen nodded determinedly. "Wholeheartedly. Starting now." She stepped fully into the woman's space, wrapping her safely in strong yet gentle arms. "I'm all yours for the rest of the night, my love. No going anywhere until morning── Spider duties can wait."

You melted into the embrace with a happy sigh, nestling her head into the crook of Gwen's neck. All tension leaked from her frame held tight against the warm body of her partner, keeping monsters both physical and emotional at bay. They stood like that for long moments, inhaling the scents and heat of one another to find solace after too many nights apart. Slow caresses eased away lingering worries as lips pressed tender promises to any patch of skin within reach.

Though beyond exhausted, Gwen lifted her girlfriend into steady arms, carrying her to their bedroom for a proper goodnight. She laid her girlfriend against soft pillows, quickly shedding the rest of her uniform before joining their bodies under cozy sheets. Safe and secure in each other's arms, the stress of patrol faded into distant memory with only love and comfort remaining. Calming kisses and soothing touches conveyed all that couldn't be said, erasing tear tracks and replacing sorrow with serenity once more.

Gwen placed one last lingering kiss to her partner's forehead, murmuring sweetly in return. "My sweet girl. . M’sorry baby” your girlfriend whispered as she kissed your cheek

Satisfied finally, you curled tighter into Gwen's protective embrace with a contented sigh. Safe, cherished and no longer alone── that was all she needed to rest easy once more. Gwen held her tenderly through the night, taking comfort in each steady breath and rise and fall of her partner's beautiful form. Renewed dedication swelled within her chest── this love was worth more than any accolade or achievement could compete with. From now on, nothing would come before making you feel just as valued and cared for each day.

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The next morning dawned soft and bright, golden light filtering through billowing curtains. You woke up slowly, greeted by the peaceful visage of Gwen sleeping soundly beside you still, features smoothed of all worries or concerns. Not a nightmare in sight for either of them all through the night. Smiling softly, you nuzzled closer to place a tender kiss to Gwen's jaw, watching delightful blue eyes flutter open with a content sigh.

"Morning." Gwen's arms tightened fondly around your waist, relaxing further into their embrace. "How did you sleep?"

You tilted your head, kissing you the blond sweetly. "Wonderfully, thanks to you. Clearly a good night's rest did you well too— you're actually still in bed instead of running off." Gwen grinned sheepishly. "Well, I did promise you laziness for as long as you desired. Unfortunately my bladder is demanding attention now." Another kiss was pressed to your smiling lips before gently disentangling their limbs.

"Alright then, go take care of that. But hurry back - I expect cuddles and pancakes after."  You snuggled deeper into the warmth Gwen left behind with a playful pout.

True to her word, Gwen returned swiftly and immediately gathered her beloved into strong yet tender arms once more. They spent the morning tucked safe and cozy beneath rumpled sheets, trading soft caresses, loving gazes and sweet nothings between leisurely fed bites. Outside responsibilities faded into a distant blurry realm as nothing mattered but each other in that perfect cocoon of comfort and intimacy. No rushing, no distractions - just two hearts wholly content to simply be together without hurry or expectations.

As days passed in similarly blissful ways, you started to see the tangible changes in their relationship Gwen promised. Scheduled dates came to fruition without last minute bailing for Spider-Woman duties unless during emergencies. Lazy Sundays were truly lazy now, bodies entwined for hours without cares for the world beyond their embrace. Conversations flowed with real listening and understanding rather than one mind being half elsewhere. Smiles, lingering touches and whispered loving words conveyed devoted presence rather than distractible obligations to another life.

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The streets were blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow, each step you took leaving a soft crunch beneath your boots as you hurried towards your destination. It was Christmas Eve, and your friend Mary was hosting a party at her house. Despite your lukewarm excitement for the festivities, you decided to embrace the holiday spirit and give the gathering a chance. With a resigned sigh, you finally reached Mary's apartment building, steeling yourself for the social interactions ahead.

Entering the building, you trudged up the stairs, the weight of anticipation heavy on your shoulders. Standing outside Mary's door, you raised a hand to knock, only for the door to swing open before your knuckles could make contact. There stood Gwen, another of Mary's friends, and coincidentally, the object of your secret affections. A shy smile graced your lips as you greeted her, the chill of the winter air still clinging to your cheeks, despite the warmth of your snug winter coat.

"Hey," you murmured softly, your voice carrying a hint of nervousness as you met Gwen's gaze. “Hey── uh, come inside. You must be freezing” Her own cheeks flushed with warmth, she stepped aside, inviting you into the cozy embrace of the house. Chuckling softly, you nodded in agreement, eager to escape the biting cold that nipped at your exposed skin. As you stepped inside, the soft glow of the interior lights illuminated your features, casting a gentle aura around you. Unbeknownst to you, Gwen couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the sight.

Though you and Gwen had been friends for years, she couldn't shake the newfound awareness that had blossomed within her. Your presence seemed to light up the room, your laughter a melody that never failed to draw her in. With a shake of her head to dispel her swirling thoughts, Gwen busied herself with helping you out of your coat, desperately trying to compose herself in your presence.

Meanwhile, Mary's enthusiastic greeting pulled you from your reverie. “God, I’m so glad you got here── can’t believe that you agreed coming” her warm embrace enveloping you as she expressed her delight at your arrival. Laughing along with her infectious energy, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth settle over you, grateful for the camaraderie of friends on this wintry night.

"Couldn't miss this for my girl," you declared, extracting yourself from Mary's warm embrace, your voice laced with affection. The living room pulsated with life, a kaleidoscope of friends mingling amidst the lively chatter and swaying bodies. With a casual offer, you suggested grabbing a drink, your eyes locking with Gwen's as you made your way to the kitchen, leaving her engrossed in conversation with Mary.

As Mary's favorite song filled the room, she seized Gwen's hand, pulling her into an impromptu dance, their laughter echoing in the air. Over Mary's shoulder, Gwen's gaze wandered, searching for you until it settled on your figure leaning against the kitchen door, a pair of drinks in hand, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Caught in a silent exchange, your eyes held hers for a lingering moment before Mary spun Gwen away, breaking the connection. When the music subsided and Gwen caught her breath, she excused herself, determined to find you once more. As she approached, you extended a drink, your fingers brushing against hers as she accepted it gratefully. "Thanks," she murmured, a soft flush coloring her cheeks as she lifted the glass to her lips, hiding her fluttering emotions.

You both immersed yourselves in conversation with friends until a sudden exclamation pierced the air. "Look up!" someone shouted, drawing your attention to a sprig of mistletoe dangling above, mischief glinting in your friend's eyes. Gwen's heart raced as she met your gaze, the unspoken question hanging between you. With a surge of courage, she stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper as she acknowledged the age-old tradition.

"Might as well follow tradition," she breathed, her eyes darting to your lips and back again. A gentle hand found its place on your arm as she leaned in, the anticipation palpable between you. With a hitched breath, your lips met in a tender kiss beneath the mistletoe, setting off fireworks in Gwen's heart as she finally surrendered to the feelings she had been harboring.

As you parted, the room erupted in cheers from your delighted friends, but Gwen's focus remained solely on you, her hand still lingering on your cheek. The kiss had left her breathless yet craving more, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that had finally found expression.

You reciprocated Gwen's smile, then glanced at your friends with a playful yet gentle expression. "Alright, folks, show's over. Let us have a moment, huh?" They chuckled in amusement, dispersing with light-hearted banter, granting you and Gwen a bubble of privacy once more beside the kitchen door. As the last of them disappeared into the throng, Gwen's hand found its way down your arm, her fingers intertwining with yours in a tentative yet reassuring gesture. "Would you like to step outside for some fresh air? It's getting a bit stuffy in here," she suggested, her voice a soft invitation. You nodded in agreement, returning the pressure of her hand with a comforting squeeze.

Leading the way, Gwen guided you through the bustling house, the sound of laughter and music fading into the background as you emerged onto the deserted deck. The cold air enveloped you like a refreshing embrace after the warmth of the crowded room, the gentle snowfall painting the landscape in a serene blanket of white. Releasing your hand, Gwen leaned against the railing, her gaze fixed on the wintry scene before her, her nerves fluttering beneath the surface.

Sensing your presence beside her, Gwen turned to face you, her hands reaching out to grasp yours, stilling their restless movements. “So. . What did the kiss meant?” Your question hung in the air, laden with a hopeful anticipation that made Gwen's heart skip a beat. Meeting your gaze with unwavering sincerity, she took a deep breath, gathering her courage to speak her truth.

"It means. . I've been harboring feelings for you for quite some time, feelings I've been too afraid to acknowledge. But that kiss, it felt. . right, you know? And I don't want it to be just a one-time thing, if── if you're okay with that," she confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability as she laid her heart bare before you.

Your face lit up with understanding, a spark of excitement dancing in your eyes. "Gwen Stacy, are you asking me out?" you teased gently, a playful smile tugging at your lips. Gwen nodded, her own smile shy yet radiant, her breath catching as your hand cupped her cheek tenderly, "Then my answer is yes," you whispered, the words carrying a weight of sincerity as you leaned in to capture Gwen's lips in another tender kiss beneath the veil of the dark sky and gently falling flakes. In that moment, Gwen felt herself melting into you, her arms instinctively wrapping around your neck, pulling you closer as a wave of joy and relief flooded her being. It was as if all the uncertainties and fears that had plagued her heart were swept away in that single embrace, replaced by a profound sense of belonging and acceptance.

This, she realized, was the best Christmas gift she could ever receive── the gift of allowing herself to be vulnerable, to open her heart fully to the care and affection of the one she cherished so deeply. As the kiss lingered, time seemed to stand still, cocooning them in a moment of pure bliss and possibility, their connection reaffirmed in the quiet intimacy of the winter night.

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The booming music surged through your veins like a raging torrent, drowning out all other thoughts as you scanned the crowded room in search of Gwen, your girlfriend. She had disappeared moments ago, promising to fetch drinks for both of you, leaving you to wait alone in the midst of the pulsating chaos. What was meant to be a quick errand stretched into an eternity, each passing second amplifying your impatience and frustration. Awkwardly, you stood amidst the swirling mass of bodies, mentally composing a reprimand for Gwen's prolonged absence.

A sigh escaped your lips, poised to abandon your post and seek her out, but before you could move, a firm arm encircled your waist. Startled, you turned, only to find yourself face to face with a stranger. Your smile faltered, confusion etched across your features as you met his gaze. "Who left you all alone. Why don’t you come with me and have. . a bit of fun, how about that, sweet cheeks?" he quipped, his smirk sending shivers down your spine, his eyes undressing you with an unsettling hunger.

Your face scrunched incredulously. "No thanks, I'm quite. . content where I am." Undeterred, the stranger pressed forward with an insistent grin. "Aw lighten up, live a little! Lemme at least buy ya a drink, what ya say gorgeous?" A wave of revulsion washed over you, and you attempted to retreat, but his grip tightened, anchoring you in place. "I already have a girlfriend, dick" you retorted, your voice laced with defiance. But he persisted, his arrogance unfazed. "Girlfriend? Come on, don’t you want a real man?" he taunted, his words dripping with sleaze. Before he could finish his proposition, a forceful shove interrupted him.

You stepped back, relief flooding through you as Gwen materialized. “The lady said she already has a girlfriend, asshole” her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. A sloshing red solo cup gestured flippantly. "Relax blondie, we're all just having fun here! No need to get your thong in a twist." He made his way back at you as his arm dropped heavily upon your shoulder despite your subtle flinch, refusing to heed obvious disinterest and discomfort. Sapphire eyes narrowed dangerously, a subtle edge creeping into her even tone. "‘Kay, fuck it. Look, dude, leave my girl alone before things get unpleasant."

At last catching the steel underneath politely dangerous warnings, the stranger threw his hands up with a laugh, staggering back towards the raging house party. "Alright alright, keep your panties on. No need to get your jollies in a bunch over sharing, tightwad." With one last leering smirk tossed over his shoulder, he blended once more into the colorful mass beyond. Releasing a tense sigh, Gwen enveloped you fully once more, hands rubbing soothing circles as she burrowed her face into a graceful neck. “Are you okay, babe? I shouldn't have left you alone──" Gwen fretted, cupping your cheeks in her gentle hands, searching your face for any signs of distress. "I'm fine, he just had his hands on my waist, nothing else," you reassured her, leaning into her comforting touch. "Are you sure?" she pressed, her concern unwavering. With a nod, you affirmed your well-being, sealing your assurance with a tender kiss upon her cheek.

Yet shadows lingered, stirred by outside influence however fleetingly endured. Returning inside amid enthused peers, Gwen stiffened at catching sight of the previous interloper leaning obnoxiously close into your personal space across the room, sloshing drink gesturing wildly while she smiled politely yet hesitantly. Blood simmered hotter than the punchbowl. At one point, she spotted him brazenly chatting her up again, leaning too close as you tried to step back discreetly. That's when Gwen finally snapped. Storming over, she grabbed your hand a little too roughly. "We're leaving. Now." Not bothering to say goodbye, she dragged her girlfriend through the crowd and outside into the night.

Silence weighed heavily in the uber car on the ride home. Gwen fumed as she recalled that man's wandering eyes, his slimy come-ons, while you hugged her arms tightly, staring out the window. Pulling into the driveway, Gwen slammed the car door. "I can't believe you didn't say anything to get rid of that creep!" You sighed wearily. "What was i supposed to say? You literally left me there, alone. Plus, creating a scene wasn't going to help anything."

"I went to get us drink and I wasn’t even gone that long! You basically let that creep feel you up and down!" Gwen cried.

"I can't control how other people act!" You said, frustration breaking through your usual calm demeanor. "You're the one who dragged me away without explanation. For all you know, I'm the one in the wrong now!"

"Then what was I supposed to think, huh?" Gwen shot back as you both stormed into the house. "Watching him basically eye─fuck you all night without a care in the world!"

You shot her a glare. "That's not what happened and you know it. Stop blowing this out of proportion!"

Gwen sank onto the couch, gripping her hair tight. "I just. . Fuck, seeing someone disrespecting you like that made me feel powerless." Her voice broke a little. Your face softened as you sat beside Gwen, cradling her face in gentle hands. "I know. But you have to trust me, Gwen.”

A wet chuckle escaped Gwen as she wrapped you in a tight embrace. "I love you. I promise I'll try to keep my jealousy in check from now on." Stroking Gwen's hair, You smiled against her neck. "And I love you. Flaws and all." You both held each other close, the argument fading as quickly as it had begun in the warm glow of forgiveness and understanding.

Growing tired, Gwen lifted you into her arms. "Come to bed, I’m tired from arguing all night" she chuckled, carrying you up to your shared bedroom. In the soft comfort of sheets they kissed deeply, pouring all lingering negativity from the system through passionate reconnection. Skin met skin as gently clasped hands guided roaming touches, lovemaking washing away stresses to leave only devotion in their wake. Curled in each other's loving embrace as dawn light filtered through curtain, all that existed was the rhythm of shared breath and heartbeat─ a union deeper than mere physical joining could provide alone. All else faded peacefully into tranquil background, for within this sanctuary nothing could touch the sanctity cradled between.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝓦arnings.ᐟ gwen stacy x ( f! ) reader , wlw content , jealous gwen , protective gwen , kissing. .

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Let's be honest, Gwen can't control her emotions. At all

She's like an emotional train. Every time something goes wrong, she's beating herself up to it.

So that's what she does when she's jealous. She sometimes get to overprotective. You like seeing that she cares about you but sometimes she gets out of control.

Like there was this time when you were talking with Hobie and like the absolute idiot he is, he started to flirt with you. Infront of Gwen too.

He knew what he was doing, after all he's a cheeky motherfucker.

When Gwen heard what hobie was saying to you, she swore she saw an big 'x' on his face.

You and your girlfriend were at the HQ chatting with hobie, laughing and talking shit like you'd always do. Gwen on the other hand, she was out of space, she was thinking about everything.

And of course, Hobie saw it. A smirk was placed on his pierced lip as he looked back at you 'eyeing you up'. "Ya lookin' good today" he said.

At first you were confused, you knew hobie like the back of your hand, he'd never flirt with you, especially with Gwen next to you. You quickly looked at Gwen to see that she was thinking clearly not listening to hobie's flirty comments.

You know how your girlfriend is when she jealous, you knew better than telling her that hobie was flirting with you. So, you pinched Gwen's hand to keep her on the new tracks that hobie was saying.

As soon as the blond was out of her thoughts, she immediately heard Hobie's words, her confused look on as she eyes you both, not knowing that hobie was flirting with you. So when she finally putted the pieces together, her jaw clenched as she tried not to lose her cool.

"Look man, I don't know what's up with you but you better back off, okay?"

Gwen's jealousy levels are SOMETHING ELSE. She doesn't like talking about it because she gets embarrassed by it.

But I'm telling you all, this girl will do absolutely anything for you. Even if it's a cat fight, she. will. do. it

Whenever she gets jealous, she doesn't think. She just doesn't care if the things she said were mean comments.

"Flirt with her again and I'm gonna fuck up your crooked teeth more"

After her fight, she'd overthink about her words. Maybe she was to harsh? Maybe she shouldn't have said those things, Maybe─

And even worse, if you don't like to draw attention to yourself. Gwen would immediately feel so upset that she might have drawn attention to you.

If you're mad at her for picking up the fight, she'd come to your house/apartment with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

That may or may not have been stolen from the local flower shop

If that doesn't work, she would apologize, even tho she's not very good with words.

Our poor Gwen will try her best not to cry. Sometimes she'd fake cry just for you to forgive her.

"I'm sorry, okay?. I didn't mean to. . punch him I'm the face but can you blame me? He was totally a douche" Gwen mumbled, her hands clenching around the roses she just got you.

Next thing you know, she's on your bed kissing you and mumbling 'sorry' and shit until you tell her stop.

"M'sorry. . baby" Gwen mumbled in-between kisses, her hands on your cheeks, bringing your face closer to hers every time she'd mumble apologies

Creeps following you around while Gwen isn't there with you? She will solve it.

Sometimes when she's at patrol she'd look around the busy streets of her Brooklyn and would spot you.

Her eyes are on fire when she saw that some creep man was following you around. But despite her jealous temperature, she'd firstly send you a text if that man was following you or if you need help.

When your text said 'yes' she will quickly web the guy to a wall. She'd glare at him through her mask.

Patrolling was sometimes boring for Gwen, all she would do is web some guys that were about to steal a bag from a grandma.

A sigh left her lips as she looked down at the busy streets of her Brooklyn. She quickly caught a glimpse of you looking back at the guy behind you. Even tho deep inside of her a light built up, she tried to keep it.

Maybe that guy wasn't following yon

But what if he did, shit like this would always happen in New York. So like the amazing girlfriend she is she sended you text so she won't go right there storming on the guy behind you.

"Hey, you ok? Is that guy following you??" Gwen isn't the type to admit that she was jealous. She's super embarrassed about it and the fact that sometimes she goes to girlfriend mode.

If you'd point it out, she'd call you crazy.

"I don't know what your talking my ear off, you're crazy. I didn't even know what I was saying"

She'd go absolutely crazy if a guy / girl would flirt with you, Gwen's hand on your waist and the random dude / girl would ignore it.

She'd think 'who the fuck does he / she think he/ she is'

She would glare at the person like she's about to burn their body parts.

Gwen glared at the person that was currently flirting with you, but you payed no mind on that detail, you thought maybe they’re trying to be nice?. But your girlfriend on the other hand was about to go ballistic if she heard one more flirty comment coming from them

“The lady is taken, asshole / bitch. So back the fuck off” Gwen angrily said at the person. You looked at her with shocked eyes at her outburst.

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