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notjustjavierpena · 11 months

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Buzzing

A/N: Hiya! We are not talking about the fact that remote controlled vibrators were probably not a big thing in the late 80s or early 90s. Imagine they were for the sake of the plot. Enjoy!

Summary: Orgasming! At The Grocery Store. Need I say more?

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (minors DNI), remote controlled sex toys (under clothing), semi-public sex, voyeurism, established relationship, filthy dirty talk, unprotected P in V sex, creampie, overstimulation, aftercare, rough sex.

Word count: 4.6k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47656051

Buzzing

The idea of a remote controlled vibrator had been a joke at first, something stupid about Javier making you hump the nearest object in public, but seeing it in its little box made something stir in the pits of your stomach. It wasn’t anything special in terms of looks; just a thin, silver and simple bullet. Though you knew what kind of power that it could hold over you despite its limited size, and more importantly how powerful Javier would be with its controller in hand. The thought had almost made you dizzy back then, your heartbeat drowning out background noise from how loud it was in your ears.

And it was making you dizzy now.

The automatic doors to the store slid open for you and your boyfriend, who was pushing a shopping cart with a neutral expression despite the risky secret being held between the two of you. It was new territory for you to do stuff in public, but it was territory that you were comfortable exploring with Javier.

Underneath your floral dress, neatly tucked into your white cotton panties, the silver bullet was buzzing silently against your sex. The tip was securely pressed against your clit, sometimes sending a spike of pleasure to your cunt when you took a step forward in just the right way. God, you could imagine how great it must feel to press your thighs together or even cross your legs.

It wasn’t visible on your face, but only because the tingling sensation was at its lowest and you had gotten used to the feeling on your way here in your shared car.

Despite not having the need to make any noises or faces to reveal yourself to the world, the sweet buzz had the back of your neck warming up with a blush, even with your hair in a ponytail. Your dress felt claustrophobic, clinging to your skin when you walked, and your nipples were incredibly hard and sensitive underneath the fabric. You tried blaming it on the air conditioning and the refrigerated area, which you hadn’t even passed through yet.

“You’re not fooling me,” you jumped a little at Javier’s voice. He was looking straight ahead, steering the shopping cart around the store with an incredible sense of restraint. After all, his body would give away his aroused state in a much rather explicit manner than yours. You found yourself grabbing the metal, holding onto the side of the basket to ground yourself.

“I don’t need to be fooling you, just everyone else,” you replied confidently but the shakiness of your breathing told him you were anything but. You mirrored him and stared ahead too. You could hear shuffling after that.

The buzzing went up a notch without warning and it made your pussy clench, clit sending signals to make your whole lower body flutter. You sighed, reaching up to touch where your neck met your shoulder, but that was all you allowed yourself.

Something was building albeit slowly. Occasionally, Javier left your side for a moment to pick something out from a shelf. You couldn’t follow, scared to let go of the shopping cart in case it was the way you gripped it that was holding you in line. When he came back, he scanned your face and gave your hand on the cart a squeeze.

The brain fog that you were experiencing was making you doubt how many settings the little vibrating device had. Right now, you had experienced two but you were certain that it had much more to offer. Not that you were going to ask Javier about it.

“Did you need anything specific? I already got the coffee beans that you like,” Javier studied the shopping list that the two of you had made before heading out the door. He kept looking from the list to the cart’s contents and back again, still seemingly unaffected.

“No, don’t think so,” you mumbled shakily as you both continued down the aisles.

Javier reached into his pocket, a neutral expression on his face. He fumbled for a moment, and then suddenly, the buzzing of the bullet really took off. Your hand flew to your mouth to suppress the noise that came out of you as you clenched around nothing. You felt slick pool slowly in your underwear, making the cotton fabric stick to your cunt.

“Oh Jesus,” you slowly blew air out of your mouth. Javier checked to see if anyone was around to notice you.

“You look so hot, sweetheart,” Javier praised quietly as he walked by you, “Are you okay? Feels good?”

“Mhm,” you whimpered and finally dared to let go of the shopping cart. It might help keep you distracted to help with the grocery shopping, and so you went to look at the list over Javier’s shoulder.

The plan worked for maybe two minutes. Soon, you found yourself crouching down by a stupid merchandise stand at the end of the candy aisle. All it had taken was a tug somewhere deep inside of you, your womb clenching as your orgasm built slowly towards a crescendo.

People were staring but you hardly noticed. Javier parked your groceries to approach you, watched your shoulders tense as the position only strained your panties against the bullet even more. It was torture against your clit, enough to make you want to buck your hips and enough to make your pussy feel empty.

Javier’s strong hand rubbed between your shoulder blades to soothe you. He must’ve looked so sweet from afar, playing the good boyfriend and smiling politely at the people passing by you whilst sending you strange looks.

“Just a little lightheaded,” he responded when a white-haired lady asked if you were okay, “Morning sickness, you know how it is.”

“Oh yes. Poor thing, I’m glad she has such a sweetheart of a boy with her,” she had replied with a kind smile before moving on with her shopping.

“Fuck you,” you had moaned pathetically when she was out of earshot. You had already considered jumping the nearest shelf to fulfill the prophecy of your ongoing joke about this sort of play.

Javier leaned down over you. To others it must have seemed innocent enough, especially because he kissed the top of your head before helping you to stand, but having an excuse of being so close gave him the opportunity to whisper filth to you.

“You might as well not fight it, I’ll walk around in here until you gush in your pretty little panties,” he said quietly. You bit your lip and breathed out through your nose. He wanted you to come in here, and you knew then that you would, “I can see how close you are. The skin of your neck is so red. Bet your panties are soaked. I can probably see your cunt through them now. Is that right? Is she that wet for me?”

“Yes, yes, Javi,” you could say nothing more; he was right and he was cruel. You wondered where in the store it would be the least risky to have him touch you because you fantasized about his thick fingers inside of you at this point, them beckoning the rising pressure in your stomach to reach its peak. Nobody deserves to feel as empty as you were right now.

But Javier was already heading for the cash register with all of your groceries. He was ready to leave you there, coming undone and having to find him a minute later with shame burning up your neck and on your face, when he found out what had happened whilst he wasn’t watching you. You decided against that happening.

Carefully, you walked after him and from the back of his head, you could see that he was listening for you. You could also see that he was reaching into his pocket again, rummaging around like someone looking for their wallet but you knew what was coming. No no no— He turned the remote up without warning just like before, fished out his wallet afterwards to keep up the act of the regular, vanilla couple.

You could imagine the smirk on his face as he heard you nearly stumble but luckily managing to grab a shelf. Cans tumbled to the floor, and you gave the back of his head a death stare. God, you wanted him inside of you.

The bullet wasn’t buzzing anymore; it was pulsing in a rhythm that drove you close to an orgasm in so little time that you found yourself panicking slightly. It was like your heartbeat was in your clit, going faster and faster as if you were running towards something and that something was so close that you bailed on Javier in the middle of the main aisle.

Quickly, you went to the nearest side-aisle of stuff that people usually left alone, so you could have just an illusion of privacy. You must’ve looked insane as you practically ran into hiding in plain sight.

Behind you, Javier followed like a hungry predator, groceries forgotten. He only just managed to push you against a shelf before you whimpered as your cunt erupted into a rapid series of pleasurable bursts. You pushed your thighs together, completely at the mercy of the waves of your orgasm washing over you and the bullet not stopping its sweet torture to your over sensitive clit.

Before you could moan, Javier covered his mouth with yours to silence you. He kissed you slowly and gently through the aftershocks of your high, holding a hand over your mouth afterwards to let you enjoy the experience of the bullet not relenting, as if it had its own purpose of making you wet your underwear even more then and there. You suppressed a sob that would have been so loud that the whole store would know what was going on, only whimpering pathetically against the now damp inside of Javier’s palm.

“Fuck, you are so hot. When we’re home, I swear…,” Javier praised as he put his free hand in his pocket to fumble with the remote. He accidentally pressed the wrong button and your pussy clenched hard again as the vibrator went insane. You were briefly terrified that you were going to have another orgasm in the store, eyes rolling back into your skull whilst you fought back a panicked cry… but then the bullet stopped altogether. Thank heavens.

“What I wouldn’t get to taste you right now,” Javier whispered as you both just stared at each other. He removed his hand carefully. His face was so close to you that it would give you away if anyone saw you, so you moved slightly and looked away with burning cheeks.

“Listen,” he caught your attention again, “I know your sweet little cunt could’ve handled more but… Didn’t want to overwhelm her since we’re heading back soon.”

“Javi,” you looked at him in disapproval, cheeks completely flushed now and your pulse loud in your ears. Slick was soaking through your panties, smearing your inner thighs slightly.

“I want her all to myself, baby. Don’t worry,” he just continued, “I’ll pay here, carry all our shit to the car and then I’ll drive us home, so I can fuck you until you’re cockdrunk. You don’t have to do a thing.”

“Please,” you said pathetically, not trusting yourself to protest in case he would turn on the device again, “Yes please.”

It happened so quickly after that. You felt like you were walking around in a bell jar, noises being just that; noises, and they were indistinguishable from each other in your post-orgasmic bliss. Around you, Javier finished everything up and guided your motionless mind through it all.

Time passed in quick slow motion. You were suddenly in the passenger seat of the car, slick still pooling around your opening and most likely staining the skirt of your dress now too. You didn’t even want to think about the fabric of the car seat.

Javier walked around from the back of the car, having finished loading the groceries into the back. He got into the front seat, keys jingling as he put them in the ignition and then turning on the engine.

You quickly reached out to turn up the cold air conditioning, desperate to cool down your body temperature from your grocery store escapades. Javier chuckled beside you and you wondered briefly why he hadn’t put the car in reverse and taken you home yet.

“You know. I think you can handle one more,” he told you. Your head snapped to the side to stare at him.

“Javi,” you felt embarrassed as you moaned.

“One more, that’s all,” he reassured you, reaching into his pocket to actually fish out the remote and you cursed at the size of the thing; that such a small device could almost bring you to tears. You gulped but it didn’t stop him from pressing its buttons and forcing it to draw another orgasm from you, “Just so you’re all ready and soaked… red and waiting when we’re home.”

And then he drove whilst you writhed on the passenger seat. You hoped that he was at least hard underneath his denim pants, looking at him out of the corner of your eyes to see if you could see the outline of his cock. You could.

“Fuck,” you groaned as pressed back against the car seat, reaching up to sheathe your fingers in your hair. He was right there but you couldn’t have him.

At a red light, Javier’s hand left it the steering wheel to touch you. He pushed the fabric of your dress between your thighs so he could cup you around your cunt, feeling the bullet buzz along and making your orgasm approach faster.

“Mierda,” he swore as he felt the rhythmic pulses, “it’s really going crazy on you.”

“No shit,” it was your first attempt at being snarky, but your tone of voice was not matching your words. You found yourself whimpering as the hand removed itself again.

“No need to be rude, you’ll get my dick soon enough,” he snickered, putting both his hands on the steering wheel again. He looked so composed but you noticed his knuckles turning white.

You chuckled breathlessly at his tiny scolding, but all you could hear was his promise of what was to come. You came after that with the thought of his generous cock; the thought of it seating itself slowly in your pussy so you could feel every ridge of the veins. The hand in your hair came down between your legs as if it would make a difference.

“That’s my baby,” he praised, “I’ll turn it off when we’re home.”

What? You looked up to see how far home was from your current location, sighing in relief as you found it to be less than a minute away.

You were the one who had to lock the car and open the front door after two orgasms, because Javier was carrying a bag in each of his hands. He had been kind enough to turn off the bullet, but it was still making you struggle with how your walking made it nudge at your swollen clit with each step you took. It was like defusing a bomb to even insert the key into the keyhole,

When you finally managed to open the door, Javier pushed past you as you threw the keys onto the table in your entrance hall. You followed him into the kitchen not long after, but where you expected to find him putting away your groceries, you saw the bags carelessly on the kitchen counter.

“Those need to be refrigerated,” you pointed out but Javier was soon all over you, and you could hear how ridiculous you had sounded as he kissed your lips with a bruising force. Automatically, you threw your arms around his neck and shoulders.

“Need you right now. Everything else can wait,” he mumbled against your mouth, running his tongue along your bottom lip until you let your mouth fall open for him to explore. It was only his to explore, you wanted to let him know, moaning softly as you tilted your head to deepen the meeting of lips.

His hands were on your hips, bunching up the fabric of your sundress slightly as he steered you towards the kitchen table. He slid his palms around your body, cupped the rounding of your ass so you could feel the hem of your dress ride up and tickle the back of your knees. Then he pulled you against himself, never once breaking the kisses that he was giving you.

You breathed sharply through your nose as you felt his hardening bulge poke into your hip. Your hands went to his belt, frantically pulling to unbuckle it and then going for his fly with shaky hands. It was the first thing that broke the string of kisses as the both of you looked down between you.

Javier’s hands came to rest on yours, helping you to steady them so you could finish what you were doing. You yanked his denim jeans down and followed with his boxer briefs as well, subconsciously licking your lips as you finally caught the first glimpse of his impressive erection. Your fingers wrapped around his length instantly.

“Shit,” you could hear him whisper.

“Thought you’d been neglected for too long,” you whispered back, stroking him languidly and feeling the tug in your core. It almost hurt to not have him inside your cunt already; you couldn’t imagine how he felt at this point. The restraint that he had shown as you trembled in the grocery store aisles was hot and worth being rewarded, “You want to fuck me?”

“You want me to fuck you?” He challenged with a shuddering breath but then nodded, “Yes— I want to feel you.”

“I want you to shove your big cock in me right here. You must be starving,” your voice was still a whisper. Reluctantly, you removed your hand from him and saw him twitch in the air, “Please.”

He followed through after a string of swear words. With rough hands, he forced one of the grocery bags to the side and bent you over the counter. He pushed you down until your cunt and ass was level with his pelvis, and you grabbed at the surface for purchase. Oh, the anticipation.

The skirt was roughly pulled up over your ass in the next moment, Javier showing little care for the floral fabric. You felt the air hit your wet underwear and bring you a cool sensation against your warm, ready cunt. You could feel the cotton fabric cling around your mound, showing your shape off for him without him having to undress you completely.

Reaching around you, he plucked the bullet from your panties and let it fall to the ground so he could touch you directly without it being in the way. You keened as you felt his index- and middle finger press down on your abused clit.

“Chica sucia,” he growled as you gushed out a new pool of slick. He dragged his fingers through it, then pulled back, fingers still on you, to see the new wet stain on your underwear, “I can see you through ‘em. Should make you come again… just so you’re all newly-sensitive when I give you my dick.”

“Please— baby,” you would take anything that he had to offer, still admiring his restraint that you definitely didn’t possess in the same manner, because you practically humped his hand.

“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Javier began rubbing your clit in earnest and sent you flying forwards with a gasp, his length jutting into your thigh as you rocked your hips into his strong hand. You pushed back against it, but it only made him falter a little. He was disciplined.

By now, you were panting and begging for him. He was having you on the edge again already and you couldn’t fight it, your walls fluttering with your inevitable high.

“That’s it, let it go. She wants it,” he egged you on, “Jesus, look at you.”

With a shout, you were sent into sweet spasms as your third clit orgasm in a very short time hit you. You could feel tears prickle in the corners of your eyes, threatening to make you lose composure and collapse on the floor.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he told you sternly as your knees were about to give in. He placed a hand on the small of your back, doing quick work of pulling your panties down and pushing his cock into you so he could hold you up by pressing the front of his thighs against the back of yours. His girth was already making you stretch in a way that burned deliciously, and at this point you actually shed real tears.

Normally, you’d prefer him to go slow when entering you, but you were already so slick and soft that you took him easily, walls sucking him in with a pathetic moan as he nudged deep inside of your pussy and threatened to make more tears drip down onto the counter. His hands found your shoulder and your hip, fingers gripping harshly and desperately before he started unceremoniously fucking you.

When was the last time you ever felt this way about a guy? All teenage hormones, gotta-have-you-now and no sense of self, only the thought of your twosome. You cried out at being filled to the brim repeatedly.

Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, flat palms on the countertop not being enough. You felt your knees slamming against the cabinets and probably bruising them, and you stood on your tippy toes to make the thick head of his cock slide over that small spot inside of you. The wet squelching your sex made was obscene.

Javier leaned over you. He drilled into you in a way that forced the air out of your lungs, making you choke on your cries of pleasure and the little air you had left. His hand let go of your hip, moving to your wrist, so he could pull it behind your back. He did the same with the other one until he had both in an iron grip against the small of your back.

The move made you unable to hold up your overwhelmingly sensitive body, and so your face and breasts ended up pressed into the countertop. The coolness soothed your blushing upper body despite the friction against your hard nipples. All this whilst your wet cunt burned with desire for another release, which was tightening like a coil in the pits of your belly, because of the way that your g-spot was stimulated in this position.

“Oh fuck, tightening around me like that. Already?” Javier ground into you impossibly harder and practically made you sing, “Thought your little cunt was done for, thought she was spent, greedy little thing you both are. Let me help you.”

His right hand went down in front of your thighs, between you and the counter. He touched you, felt you up, so he could touch where you were connected as one. You were spread so wide for him, puffy and soft, but the second he found your clit, you tightened and flew forward, “Ngh– I can’t— Javi!”

“You can do it, baby. one more, that’s all,” Javier wrapped his hand around both of your now crossed wrists, yanking hard to pull you down onto his length again. He twitched inside of you and you knew it meant that he was close, breathing labored as he continued to thrust deep inside of you while barely pulling out anymore, “I want you to milk me fucking dry.”

A mixture of your sensitive nipples rubbing against the surface of the kitchen table, the pads of Javier’s fingers against your clit and your g-spot being slammed into made you tip over the edge. Your orgasm came fast but with being so full of cock, it felt much more dragged out and intense than the first three.

You fought to cross your legs but couldn’t with the way that Javier’s cock was in between them, so you were absolutely wailing as the coil snapped and sending you through a tumult of torturous euphoria. He felt bigger than ever inside of you, and your walls clenched around him as he chased his own high.

“So fucking tight,” it took only a few more pushes into your cunt before Javier swore behind you. He filled you, stilled and pulsed, making your head swim even more with each burst of come coating you from the inside. Teenage hormones, huh? Not even heard about the pullout method.

You were both very quiet afterwards except for your struggling breaths. You wanted to break the silence with a witty remark but nothing was going through your head, so instead you just sighed deeply, contentedly, “Fuck.”

“I should’ve given you one more,” Javier said behind you. He reached down to pull out, grunting quietly as he slid out of your heat along with a bit of your mixed arousals.

You chuckled but quickly stopped as you felt too sore to do even that. The emptiness was worse than ever, and your body's complaints in the store now seemed silly, “I couldn’t have.”

Before you started dripping out his come, Javier led you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom to shower. He was gentle as ever, supporting you by holding you with an arm around your waist to keep your wobbly legs secure. None of you felt the need to say anything; not when he turned on the water, not when he washed away the tear streaks from your face, not when he kissed you slowly in the shower cubicle, no, not even coaxed one last high out of you that seemed to fog the shower cubicle more than the hot water and had your legs shaking all over.

Only when you saw him get a cloth from the cabinets, soaking it in cool water before holding it over your cunt to soothe the rough handling of her, you decided to speak, “I love how you love me.”

“Yeah?” Javier looked up at you whilst his hand was still holding the cool washcloth against you. He simply smiled, leaning in to nose along your jaw before pressing a kiss to it.

You wrapped your arms around him, “Yeah.”

Things went on for a few more minutes. You soothed yourself under the comfort of the spray, sharing it with Javier without much trouble as he washed you and himself down with the cool cloth. It felt like your own little slice of heaven.

When you were done, he kissed you deeply and multiple times as he dried both of your bodies. You didn’t want to get dressed, and he accepted that, reaching down to carry you bridal-style into the bedroom.

After you got comfortable in your shared bed and Javier put on a new pair of underwear, he kissed you on the forehead.

“I should apologize to her,” he chuckled as he leaned over you, nodding towards the treasure between your legs, “But what a trooper.”

“I don’t think anyone should apologize here,” you were lying on your side and rested both your hands under your head. You watched him pull the blanket over you, and my God, you were so in love with him that it was ridiculous.

“I’ll go unpack, and pray to whoever that the ice cream is still somewhat frozen,” he informed you on his way out of the room, “Want some if it’s unsalvageable?”

“I want some either way,” you said despite feeling beyond tired.

“Coming right up.”

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strawb3rryw00 · 3 years

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Late Night ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> swearing

synopsis -> y/n works hard in her studio day and night and begins to worry her boyfriend who works right next door.

fluff and some suggestive shit.

also there’s a little bit of jay park x reader in here too

~♡~

4:25 am.

You let out a long sigh, slamming your computer shut after listening to your track. You had recently joined AOMG as their youngest member. You were a prodigy, having only been rapping for a year when Jay saw you performing at a small show just two years ago. No one in the company had a doubt in your skill, all of them praising you highly on the single you released after joining.

But you were a perfectionist. And you were determined to prove to everyone that your talent was undeniable. You were labeled as the hidden ace of AOMG by a magazine company after a special performance at one of Simon D’s concerts.

Your lyrical abilities and flow were unmatched by most artists in the game. You had a unique musical and physical style which caused you to have a large fan base, doubling in size when AOMG confirmed your relationship with Woo Wonjae, another artist under the label.

You were featured on his album, his fans becoming yours after hearing your talent paired with his.

But that only made you put more pressure on yourself.

You’ve locked yourself in your studio for days on end. Wanting to get your first full length album utterly perfect for your fans, the company, and yourself. You’ve gone days without sleeping or eating, earning the worry of your label mates.

Just three hours ago Jay was in your space lecturing you. He made sure to take care of every artist under him, checking up on them despite his busy schedule. While having two companies and multiple rappers and vocalists under his labels, you were the one he was always most worried about.

“Y/N man,” He spoke to you casually in english. “I love your drive and effort, but you need to go home sometime tonight.”

You frowned, pausing your song you had played. “But Jay,” You rolled up your sleeves and exposed your tattooed arms. “I’m just trying-“

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Jay cut you off, his tone a little harsh. He hated talking to you like that, but it’s what you needed. “Your friends? They snitch on you. Especially your little boy next door,” He referred to Wonjae, who was probably working away in his studio as well.

Since your boyfriend was also an artist, he understood your mindset and left you alone due to your request. Of course you guys still talked and spent time together, yet it was minimal during this time.

“I should not have to hear that you’re in here day and night. I gave you the full fucking luxury studio as a gift, thinking you’d take care of yourself. But youre basically living here. The shower is for occasional late nights y/n,” Jay furrowed his eyebrows at you, standing up and sighing. “I’ll force you to move to a smaller one, don’t think I wont.”

Jay opened his arms for you to stand up and hug him, which you did. He held you tightly, resting his head on yours and sighing again. “You stress me out. I better hear that you’ve gone home by tomorrow afternoon.” He says sternly, pulling away and looking at you.

“And you better fucking eat babe,” He always spoke to you in a friendly manner but it was never flirty. He genuinely cared for you and the other artists. And it was normal for you both to use babe in a casual manner. Despite his lecturing and the wide age gap, you both were very good friends.

“I will,” You smiled at him, pulling your phone out to find something to order.

He exits your studio and you sigh, sitting down on the couch you added. Your studio felt more like home than your apartment. You decorated it as such, even adding a cat tower for when you have your feline roomie with you, which is usually always because you don’t like leaving the ginger cat alone all the time.

After he left you went back to working diligently. You had finished three songs in the five months you’ve been working on the album. You didn’t have an actual deadline but you knew your fans were waiting. You had several features you wanted on this album as well. Hoody has been waiting for you to finish your part of this song so she can add her magical vocals to it. But you hadn’t quite found what you were missing from it.

Your phone lit up, a message from Jay on it. ‘I have your location ma’am’ The message read, earning a laugh from you.

‘lol’ you respond, setting your phone back down. You look at your lock screen and smile. It’s a picture of you and Woo that a fan took of you both performing on stage together. It was the first time you performed with him after it being confirmed you both were dating. In the picture you’re rapping to the crowd, squatted down a little and Wonjae is looking at you with the happiest look plastered on his face.

At the thought of your lover you decide it’s time to take a break. You get up and stretch, hearing your back pop, slipping back on your slides. You tend to stay in your socks while working, it’s more comfortable to you.

You walk out the studio and next door, smiling as you read your boyfriends name on the door. You walk in without knocking, knowing he never minds.

He’s in the booth, rapping his verse to Kunst, who looks at you with tired eyes. You stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze while listening to your boyfriend.

You could listen to him rap all day. His deep voice was so beautiful in your ears. “Are you about to leave?” Kunst asks you. “Jay told us to make sure you leave.”

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You say, earning a sigh from the taller male.

Wonjae exits the booth, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Ahh finally taking a break mm?” His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. You inhale his scent, closing your eyes in comfort. He doesn’t let you go, and holds you while talking to his friend.

“Imma head out, you did good.” Kunst gets his things together and pats you on the head before wishing you both farewell and leaving.

Wonjae kisses the top of your head and yawns. “Let’s eat baby,” He says softly. You nod and slide your hands under his shirt and run your fingers along his back, his favorite thing.

“I missed you,” You say into his chest, still with your eyes closed. He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck while his fingers play with the few pieces of hair that fall from your bun.

“I missed you too, you been busy huh?” He pulls away slightly to look down at you. You meet his eyes and give him a tired smile which he returns.

“Yea you could say that.” He laughs at your answer which is music to your ears.

Now having been in his arms you don’t want to return to your studio for the day. You really did miss him but work is very important to you.

Wonjae sits down in the chair his friend was occupying previously and pulls you into his lap. Your legs hang over one arm while your back rests against the other. You lean into him, his arms sliding around you once more and pulling you closer. You tuck your head into his neck and relax to the sound of his deep breaths.

“It’s almost 6 am,” Wonjae hums, his fingers tracing the outlines of the tattoos on your exposed arm. “I’m tired.” He sighs. You know he’s hinting that you guys should leave, especially after Jay having said something.

“Me too,” You admit, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw and yawning. “Let’s go.” You add, reluctantly leaving his lap.

He stares at you a little shocked. “You’re finally listening huh? I’m impressed.” He stands up as well, laughing when you hit his arm.

“Go get your things jagi,” He waves you off.

After getting your things and your kitty, you lock up your studio and meet by his while he locks up as well. He smiles at you, sliding his bag on his shoulders and wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you both make your way to the parking garage.

“Let’s go get some early food and then go to my place yea?” Wonjae offers, guiding you to his car. “Ron can come with us and play with my babies,” He refers to your cat that you named after the ginger wizard.

You nod, getting in the passenger seat in his car and setting Ron on your lap. You inhale the comforting smell of his car, not having been in his car nor outside for a week now.

Wonjae drives down the empty road to a restaurant near his apartment that’s open early on weekdays. His hand rests just above your knee, his index finger reaching out to pet the cat on your lap. “No work talk today.” He says, looking at you as he parks. “You’re taking a break.” You smile, loving how he already knows how you are.

After you fill your stomachs, you’re on the way to his home. Even more tired now that you’ve ate. Once parked, he grabs his bag as well as yours and leads you into the building and up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he rests his hand on your back to usher you in where you set Ron down while slipping your feet out of your shoes.

Ron immediately mingles with Wonjae’s three cats who make their way over to the two of you, the four of them following you to Wonjae’s room.

“Do you want to shower with me?” Wonjae asks softly, cupping your cheek into his hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bone. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm. “Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll go start it.” He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the water being started. You undress yourself, throwing the clothes in the basket he has in the corner of his room. Once you’re completely stripped you push open the bathroom door where you see Wonjae beginning to take off his clothes as well.

After sliding off his shirt he looks at you and smirks. “Mmm,” He hums, pulling you closer to him by your hips. “I missed looking at this.” He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, licking a stripe to your ear and flicking your lobe with the tip of his tongue. It sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes closing in bliss.

He knows your body like the back of his hand, he cherishes every piece of you. He looks at you, smiling. “I’ll fuck you later,” He kisses your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He finishes undressing and you both get into the shower. He hugs you under the warm water much like he did while you were in his studio but this time it’s much more intimate due to the skin to skin contact. Your breasts press against him, head tucked into his neck. The warm water cascades down your body, causing you to grow tired.

After you both wash up, you find yourself clad in his hoodie and sweats that are just a little big. Wonjae waits for you on the bed, the four cats finding their way to join him. He lays on his back, scrolling through his phone.

You crawl into the bed, snuggling into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. He immediately puts his phone down and rolls over on his side to wrap his arms around you too pull you closer. You feel him breathing in your scent, his legs pushing to get in between yours.

“Jay isn’t letting you back into the studio until tomorrow and I’m forcing you to lay with me all day .” Wonjae mumbles.

You laugh a little, feeling grateful to have such caring people in your life. “Your album can wait for a day. I’ve missed you.” He adds, pulling you even closer to him.

You both fall silent, your eyes closing. You’ve never felt more content and comfortable than how you do now. You feel one of the cats snuggle into your back and purr against you.

“Wonjae,” You began, earning a hum from the half asleep man. “I love you,”

His hand slides under your shirt and gently scratches your back. “I love you.” He says, resting his hand on the small of your back.

You find yourself slowly falling asleep. You know you’re going to be asleep for the whole day and you’re honestly looking forward to it. Especially with Wonjae and the cats.

He’s right, your album can wait.

~♡~

lol i had to write another for wonjae. it’s so hard for me to find fics for him so i jus been writing my own.

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SFW Howie Alphabet Headcanons

Author's Note: When will my husband come home from war?

Disclaimer: These headcanons are based on how I imagine Howie to be based on the game. You don't have to agree with what I say here as everyone is free to have their own ideas.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

VERY affectionate. I honestly feel like he grew up surrounded with so much love and now he’s just overflowing with it. Howie is all about showing his love through warm hugs, having his arm around you, swinging your hands as you walk, head pats, you name it. Another one, in my opinion, is words of affirmation. He'd tell you how much you matter to him through words, like quoting lines from his favorite movies and saying "I love you" before you both go to sleep.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Affectionate. Lots of play fighting and cuddling during movie sessions. Singing to Disney songs at the top of your lungs. You guys make friendship bracelets for each other (and he never takes off his). Definitely one of those dudes who drive their best friend everywhere.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If it’s not apparent already, this dude is a giant golden retriever and he lives for the cuddles. He is born to cuddle, baby. Due to his size, it’s natural that he ends up as a big spoon more often than not but he definitely loves the moments he gets to be the small spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

So domestic, even when you guys just started dating. It’s easy to imagine yourself settling down with someone as warm and comforting as Howie. He would love to settle down and build a home with you and you guys love having conversations about your dream house and how your life would be like in five, ten years. He’s alright at cooking in general but can cook some amazing Chinese dishes that his mom taught him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would be hard for him to get out of a relationship, to be completely honest. He’s one of those people who easily gets attachment issues and finds it hard to move on from a relationship. If he really has to be the one to end the relationship, he would want to talk it out with you and try to end your relationship on a good note. I feel like he’s one of those people who really values respect, even when things aren’t working out anymore between you two.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Howie is a hopeless romantic and while he does have his insecurities, I feel like he would really love to commit to someone. In terms of marriage, it really depends on you. I don’t think his career would hinder him much when it comes to popping the question, to be honest. If he feels like he’s comfortable enough with the relationship and sees that you are, too, I think he’d propose to you when he feels like the time is right.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Howie is a textbook example of a gentle giant. He knows he’s strong so physically, he knows when to hold back a bit. Emotionally, it’s canon that he’s a soft and caring boy through and through and he would never hurt you on purpose.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ugh, he LOVES hugs. It’s canon that the Yan fam is really good with hugs so if you need a pick-me-up, he’s your man. Whenever you guys are alone, he acts like an overgrown koala because he can’t get enough of hugging you. If hot chocolate is a hug, it’s what Howie’s would feel like. Warm, familiar, and comforting.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He knows he loves you when he does but holds back a lot in fear of coming off too strong. If he feels that you feel the same, then he would say it pretty quickly into the relationship or during a spur of a moment. If it seems that you need more time, he would hold back just so that you wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s the type who’s less jealous and more insecure. His jealousy isn’t going to make him act rashly and put you on the spot. It’s slow and creeping and you might not notice at first because of how well he conceals it but it becomes apparent by the way he starts to act distant.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Warm and gentle. His kisses make you feel so safe and loved and he likes to take the time to show you how he feels through the gesture. He loves to kiss you everywhere but his favorite places to kiss you are your nose and temples.

Also, kiss him on the forehead and he’d melt into a puddle. Another one of his hotspots is at the back of his neck. Kiss him there and watch him sputter as he tries to gain back his bearings.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves kids, kids love him. He humors the kids a lot and is a great impersonator so prepare yourself for some improvised skits in front of the kiddos. Can’t say no to the kids, though, so you might have to step in from time to time. Kids treat him like a human jungle gym. Which he actually is.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I definitely see him as a morning person. Also, he’s so fit that you can’t tell me he doesn’t workout every single morning. Probably goes on an early jog and is one of those people who seems so chipper even if it's only seven in the morning.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Have you seen actors with their stage makeup on? There’s no way Howie’s skin stays so smooth and supple without some form of skincare routine. Has his own skincare routine and loves doing it with you together in front of the mirror (while making faces at you). After a good skincare session, he'll sit on the couch or in bed with you cuddled up to him as he reads scripts from his new upcoming projects.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Depending on how much he trusts you, it could be sooner or later. The thing with him is that he keeps things bottled up to himself. It’s hard and it’s tiring and the moment he feels safe with you, the dam breaks and he starts to reveal things about himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It’s definitely hard to annoy Howie and even harder to provoke him. He has the patience of a saint and unless something is very wrong, you can always find him just chillin lol.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s quite sentimental so he definitely remembers your relationship milestones. He remembers a lot of small things about you; like how you like your cereal and your best friend’s name from high school. Some of the details can be fuzzy at times but he tries!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Canonically: The moment you said yes when he asked to be your boyfriend at Luca’s "sister's wedding".

Headcanon: The time you both visited his family in Chicago for the holidays. You were walking home from dinner when the snowfall turned into a snowstorm. It was terribly cold and windy but you both kept on laughing at the situation and you looked so gorgeous with snow stuck to your hair under the waning streetlight that he didn’t even care that he's freezing his butt off.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Isn’t too protective in the traditional sense because he knows you can take care of yourself. More protective of how you feel because of his words and actions so he’s careful in what he says and how he says them because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. Highkey loves to be protected tho. Thinks it's kinda hot.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Puts a lot of effort in his career, obviously. Howie is always so passionate and ambitious when it comes to being a top actor. Relationship-wise, he’s a simp. Dates are mostly casual with him but he puts extra time and effort in choosing or making gifts. All the extra and expensive bits goes into your anniversary dates.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

A lot of times, he leaves his wet, sweaty workout shirts at the corner of the room and somehow always forgets no matter how many times you’ve scolded him. Sometimes doesn’t close or tie snack packages properly so when it's your turn to eat them, they’re often stale. A terrible snorer when he’s had a long day on set.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Quite concerned. He likes to highlight the nice parts of his body through the clothes he choose to wear and tries to follow a healthy diet in general. He worked hard for his body and as much as embarrassing as it is to admit, he loves to show off and be admired for it (especially by you).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

A strong believer that every person is complete and whole on their own. He believes that every person is their own and just because you love someone, it doesn't mean that your life must revolve around that person. Even so, he is a romantic. So even if he knows that he's complete without you, he does prefer to have you by his side.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He can play the piano really well. Aside from dance lessons, his parents put aside a lot of money to sign him up for piano classes when he was younger. Now, he plays them whenever he’s deep in thought and it’s always relaxing to hear him play.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, Howie doesn’t like broccoli. Keep those away from him. Please. When it comes to partners, Howie stays away from people who make him feel less. Basically people who put him down for being who he is and liking the things he likes. Narcissists, if you will.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s a snuggler and he nuzzles into your side a lot when he sleeps. Whether you get too warm is your problem because this dude is Strong™ and won’t let you push him aside that easily. And, God, I hate to say this but he’s definitely a snorer. Not all the time but when he’s really tired.... let’s just say you won’t be getting a decent sleep.

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applepiry · 3 years

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Fluffvember Day 22

Holy shit you guys, I am *dumb* I accidently deleted Day 22 Of FLUFFVEMBER! instead of what i wanted to delete. Ugh why am I like this?

Prompt: Going on a Trip (Day 22)

MidoriyaxFem!Reader

Contains: Aged Up Characters, Fluff, Smut, Unprotected sex, the word “Pussy” (but after that is technically GN) Dubcon?? Sooo much praising

Word Count: 1.6

Ry: Idk how this turned into Smut ;; I’m just a slut for Izuku i guess

[Smut Under Cut]

Stretching as you got out of the car, you grinned at yourself, glad you had come on this vacation with your amazing boyfriend. Since the two of you had graduated and become Pro Heroes, you rarely had chances like this. But, you had gotten this amazing hot spring vacation for your birthday from Izuku, who was just as excited to spend the weekend with you.

Without any interruptions, which was very rare considering your friends always showed up to your shared apartment on the weekends or any day off, really. If it wasn’t Ochako, Tsuyu and Tenya, it was Denki, Mina and Sero, occasionally with Bakugou and Kirishima, but they worked most nights.

Izuku smiled beside you as he grabbed the bags out of the trunk.

“Are you excited?” he asked.

“So much!” you say, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

His face breaks out in a flustery blush, “I’m glad,” he replies.

The two of you head inside, Izuku checking you in. The woman leads you to a room, unlocking it and giving you the key.

“Dinner will be served at 7. Oh, and your room has a private open air bath.” she told the both of you before bowing and taking her leave.

Walking in, you grin in excitement, looking around as Izuku sets down the bags in the corner and sits down, stretching out a bit.

“Wow, love, this is amazing!” you say, your bright eyes sparkling.

He smiles happily, holding out his arms for you, wanting to hold you after the long drive. You slip into his lap, your legs on either side of his as you face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his snake around your waist. His face quickly buries in the space between your neck and shoulder, his lips brushing against your exposed skin.

“I can’t wait to just hold you all weekend,” he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.

You smile, playing with his soft fluffy hair, humming softly for a moment.

“It’s going to be so nice,” you say, lifting his face up to meet yours before pressing your lips together.

Softly, at first, before Izuku deepens the kiss, having missed just being able to hold you close like this and kiss you. Your lips move together as you straddle his lap, his hands placed firmly on your hips, his fingers gently squeezing every now and then.

“Puppy,” his husky, lust filled voice pierces your ears through the kisses and you shiver, gently nipping at his bottom lip in response. He groans, bucking his hips up and grinding into you, your hips being controlled by his large hands. Letting out a sweet moan, his eyes seem to darken as he flips the two of you over, hovering over you and looking into your eyes.

“Let’s really enjoy this break,” he said, smirking down at you.

“Mmm, I’d love that, handsome man,” you coo, touching his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his soft skin.

Izuku lets out a soft groan at your praise, after all, the man loved it. He lived for you to praise and make him feel large.

You smirk, “My big, sexy man,” you say, your words thick with lust, biting your bottom lip and wiggling your hips up, gently grinding against his growing bulge. “The number one hero. My number one hero, Izuku,” you say, your eyes lidded as you watch him shudder.

He lets out a feral growl, one you know all too well, leaning in and sinking his teeth into your shoulders flesh. You let out a loud yelp that dissolves into a moan, his tongue moving over the wound. Practically ripping your button up shirt off of your frame, he stares at you with hungry eyes before he leans back in.

Again, his teeth sink into your collarbone, him sucking at the flesh for a moment. As he moves down your body with his teeth and tongue, marking you along the way, your fingers tangle in his hair. Gently yanking at it every now and then as they curl into his scalp.

“Oh Izuku,” you moan out, rolling your hips every now and then.

Finally, he reaches your pantline, not giving a second thought before he tosses them and your underwear aside in one swift movement. His emerald eyes darkened as they stared at your wetness, licking his lips. Head between your thighs, his tongue lapped at your juices like a thirsty animal. His face buried into your pussy, his tongue going wild, his hands squeezing into your thighs.

He was like a feral animal who had finally found food after so long. But, he was always like this. His favorite place was between your thighs. Probing the entrance at first before delving in, his tongue went as deep as it possibly could. As it explored your hole fervently, you gripped his hair, thighs shivering violently as you came from simply his tongue after a few minutes. This man knew how to please you.

You gripped his hair tightly, shoving his face deeper into you, “Izuku!” you moaned out, your thighs squeezing against his face as he kept up his pace as you ground into his face, cumming hard. Panting softly as your legs shuddered once more. Izuku looked up at you, his face covered in your slick, licking his lips as he watched you. Quickly, he was out of his clothing, all of it tossed aside in a puddle on the floor.

“Did my puppy enjoy that?” he said, shifting himself between your legs. His legs between yours now, his hands on your knees as he lined up his stiffened member.

“I enjoyed it so much,” you purr, wiggling your hips a bit as you practically beg with your eyes. “Fill me with your huge cock, Zuku,” you told him, gently nipping at your bottom lip.

“Anything for my baby,” Another feral growl left his chest as he slammed inside of you, letting out a groan. “F-Fuck, puppy, you’re so tight.”

You look down instinctively, watching as his huge member can only fill half way.

He noticed too, his cock throbbing as he shivered a bit, he loved the fact he couldn’t fully fit you without some serious effort.

“I-Izu… you’re so big…!” you moan, whimpering softly as he slowly begins to pull out.

“But you take it so well,” he encourages before slamming back into you, receiving a loud scream turned moan, then pulling back out at an agonizing pace.

Looking down at you, his eyes darkened with lust, he licked his lips as he lifted his hand, two fingers gently brushing against your lips. You comply, parting your lips before he slips them inside. Your tongue obediently sucks and licks at the digits in your mouth, choking just a bit when he suddenly spreads them and shoves them inside your mouth, down your throat. His smirk tells you that was what he wanted to see. Pulling his fingers back, you let out a soft whine. The hand on your knee moved down to your thigh as he kept up the pace of slamming into you and slowly pulling out. His hand moved down to his own mouth and he licked away your saliva, smirking at you.

“P-Please, Izu...” you whimper as he teases you with the slow pace.

“Please what, puppy?”

“F-Faster,” you beg, “Please use my hole more, Master,” you whine out, your hips trying their best to roll into him, even with his large strong hand holding onto you.

A shiver ran down his spine and he grabbed your thighs with both hands before he began slamming into you repeatedly, no longer taking his time. You screamed out in pleasure, the sounds of slapping and squelching the only other things filling the room.

He kept up this quick pace as he stared down at your adorable, sex driven face. Your tongue lopped to the side as you panted, enjoying every stroke. You could feel your orgasm coming closer right as he pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of being so empty.

"Let me see that cute ass," he said, licking his lips as he looked you over.

You nod obediently, flipping around and wiggling your bottom in a teasing manner.

He bites down on his bottom lip, stifling what would have been a very loud moan. Lining himself up, he gently rubs the tip of his still wet cock against your hole. He loved watching himself fill you up, having probably one of the biggest size kinks. Suddenly, you're full again and yelping out, your body shuddering.

“Mmm, nearly there, puppy,” he said, his dusky voice filling your ears as he grinned and began pushing deeper into you. From behind you, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders, this hand resting on your shoulder blade, holding you still. While the other went around your waist, his hand resting on your stomach as he pushed deeper inside. “Can you feel me right here?” he asks, gently tracing the outline of his cock in your belly.

Letting out unintelligible mumbles, you whine into the pillow, gently biting into it as you nod, unable to really respond. All you can feel is pleasure and pressure, your body feeling so full. It’d been a while since he had tried to push his entire length into you, but you just moaned happily, loving it. The hand on your shoulder finds your neck and gently squeezes.

“Such a cute puppy,” he praises as he grunts, having just finished pushing in all the way.

Gently, his hand on your stomach traces himself before moving to your ass. Giving it a squeeze before holding onto your hip, pulling nearly all the way out, only the tip still inside before slamming back into you and slowly building up his pace again. After only a minute, he’s pounding into you at full speed and you’re pretty sure you can’t feel your body anymore as you cum hard on his cock, tightening. You moan-yell out his name, your entire body shivering with pleasure.

He groans loudly, feeling you tighten around him. “Y/N!” he groans, slamming in one last time, releasing inside of you, painting your insides white. Shivering as he finishes, he moves inside of you before pulling out, biting his lip at the gentle pop and squishing sound your hole makes.

He pulls you up into his lap, holding you close as you pant softly, nuzzling into him. “Ah, that was so nice,” he says in your ear, using a scarred finger to trace random patterns into your glistening skin.

“That was amazing, Izuku,” you purr, turning to kiss his jawline. “I can’t wait for the rest of this trip,” you say, giggling mischievously.

“Mmm, me too… how about we go try out that private outdoor bath?” he suggested, looking towards the door that led to it.

You grin and nod, knowing that it’ll feel amazing on your lower back after that pounding he gave you. You’d have to return the favor later.

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secret-ssociety · 4 years

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Let me down pt.2

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x reader, reader x oc Warnings: angst???, curse words, endgame spoilers, interactions that I’m not sure if can be considered fluff Summary: five years have passed and as soon as Peter comes back from the blip he undertakes a search for all that he believed would always be there, but he’ll find that many things are not as he left them A/N: I really want to apologize for how long this took, but between lack of creativity and the fact the Tumblr didn’t save the draft when I was just about to finish it, it’s finally here. Also, this will have a part three, so behold.

Masterlist

part one

Peter looked around with unease, all the people from his school that had been bliped, like himself, were sitting in the gym while the new headmaster talked, saying something about how the school’s major priority was to integrate those who had to finish their studies with the ones that were already studying, but he hardly listened a single word.

Everyone, all of his friends and some people he never really talked to, had dull expressions, all of them looked tired, all of them looked like they had been crying a lot in the past weeks, all of them were pale and had huge bags under their eyes as if they hadn’t slept in ages, and Peter knew he was no exception.

But he couldn’t find the one dull, tired, cried-out, sleep deprived, pale face he wanted to see.

He was staring at you in the school bus when everything started, when he needed to create a distraction to jump off the bus. It had been a year since you had broken up, the most painful year of his life, and he still hadn’t been able to fall out of love with you, the way you laughed, the way you talked, the way rolled your eyes at a stupid comment and the way you fiddled with the cross hanging from your neck.

If only he had only known that was the last time he was going to see you before everything went to hell. And now they were back, everyone. Peter felt a void in his chest, a constant sadness he couldn’t seem to shake, but he knew that when he saw you in the assembly the school had called, at least something in his life would be okay.

The problem was that you weren’t at the assembly.

“Hey, dude, have you seen Y/N?” he asked Flash, who was sitting next to him, in a whisper, he received an apologetic look “No, I’m sorry” Flash whispered back, too morally tired to mock him “maybe she transferred or decided not to come, a lot of people did.”

Peter sighed and waited patiently for the assembly to be over, he would ask someone later what the headmaster had said, right now all he needed was to go to the one place he would be able to get some answers. He practically ran to the secretary’s office, just to find in there a girl he had shortly known, a year older than him, except that now she was on her twenties.

“Hi, Peter” she smiled seeing him, “hi, Jess” he answered without hiding his surprise “how are you?” he stilted her head looking at him and Peter almost whined at the tone she had used to ask that question, already used and sick of it, but kept his smile “I’m fine, thank you. I actually wanted to ask about a friend that I didn’t see in today’s assembly, maybe you could tell me if they transferred or just didn’t come..”

“Yes, of course. What’s the name of your friend?”

“Y/N” he responded sadly and Jess’ head jumped to look at him. She adjusted her glasses awkwardly “Peter, she’s already graduated,” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed “what do you mean?” he asked and she sighed “well, y’know, when what we know happened and some people vanished... some of us didn’t. Y/N was one of them, us.”

Peter fell silent. He didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know what would’ve hurt the most. So many questions started to build up in his head while a heaving feeling installed in his chest.

“D-do you know where can I find her?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

Jess sighed and took off her glasses, looking at him with sorry in her eyes “I’m not allowed to share that kind of information.”

“Why not?”

“Because I need this job.”

“Jess, come one.”

“Peter, I can’t.”

“Is this because of what happened with Liz?”

Jess blinked. “Do you seriously think I’m reprimanding you for something that happened nearly six years ago?”

“... Maybe?”

He leaned into her desk with pleading eyes “please, I’m begging you,” Jess sighed for what felt like the hundredth time “as a secretary I can’t tell you that” Peter sighed with a nod and started to make his way towards the door defeated “but as friend asking for a favor” he turned around quickly as she looked around her office and grabbed the first she saw “I’m kind of busy tonight and I was supposed to take this, uh, house plant to this address” he saw her scribble something down on a piece of paper and handed it to him with an accomplice smile.

“Thanks, Jess” he said quickly taking the house plant in his hands.

“Thank you, Peter,” he nodded and exited the office, stopping at the door when she called him “And, uh, Peter... go there with an open mind.”

That advice confused him but he was far too happy to even think about it.

To say that he spent the next couple hours overthinking is a serious understatement. What was he going to say? What could he say after five years? Should he bring some flowers, maybe? But why flowers, when he was already bringing a house plant? Wait, was he actually supposed to bring the house plant or had it just been Jess’ alibi to suply him the address?

He wasn’t going to go. He couldn’t go. What if you still hated him? The blip was still so recent and you had probably reencountered with other people who had also been bliped, showing up at your house would be too much of a shock. Yeah, no, it was a bad idea. He would wait until everyone was chill. It was too soon.

I’ll just wait a couple days, there’s no hurry, he thought and he was sure it was the perfect approach to the situtation. Yeah, that was what he was going to do, wait. That was, at least, until Ned texted him and told him to get his shit together.

With that motivation he found himself, half an hour later, in Brooklyn standing in front of a white house with the house plant in his hands. Given the size of it, it was a family house surrounded by a beautiful garden, full of plants that required a pretty low maintenance. That was the confirmation Peter needed to know it was your house.

He knocked the door so softly he feared whoever was inside woudn’t listen, not even bothering to look for a doorbell. Almost a minute after, when he was debating between knocking again or leaving, the door opened and he choked on his own breath. It couldn’t be you. I mean, of course it was you, he could recognize you anywhere. But it wasn’t the Y/N he remembered.

Your hair was longer, falling down your shoulders like a waterfall, your body had long ago abandoned its awkward teenage years and now, while young, it was more adult. But your face, the place he stared longily. It was still your nose, your soft skin, your vibrant eyes, everything was the same but with the difference that you were obviously in your early twenties. He realized that, stupidly, his brain hadn’t really thought about the fact that if five years had passed, then you would be five years older.j

“P-Peter?” you dared to ask quietly, not because you didn’t recognize him but as a confirmation that it was really him, standing in front of you.

He opened his mouth to say yes but found a tight not in the middle of his throat that made him understand that he would break down if he tried to talk, so he just nodded.

Quickly you stepped forward to wrap him a hug and his arms didn’t doubt finding place in our waist. Your eyes were full of tears that started to get released when you felt him hide his face on your neck. It was him, how could it be?

After a couple minutes you pulled away and looked at him with your eyebrows furrowed. You were tempted to ask what was he doing there, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you asked the next thing that came to your mind “what’s with the house plant?”

“Oh, yeah” he remembered “Jess said she couldn’t make it tonight,” seeing the confusion that took over your face he nodded “so it was the alibi, then.” You wanted to ask what did he mean by alibi, what did Jess had to do with anything, what was he doing in your house, how did he know where your house was, but again that would be rude, so you invited him to come in.

Peter’s knot untangled as soon as he stepped inside the house, finding himself draped over that familiar sense of security he used to feel when he came down to your room after patrolling. Maybe you just had that effect over spaces. The place was warm and welcoming, wooden floors, a fake fireplace and a wide couch covered by a couple blankets, among other things, he found in the living room while you walked to the kitchen.

Your head was spinning. How had this happened? What was happening? What was Peter Parker doing in your house looking the exact same as the last time you saw him after being missing for five years? You weren’t oblivious to the blip, many of your friends and family had been blipped and you had already talked to them, but still you were confused. You felt like you had all the answers, and yet you had none.

“You want something?” you asked making your way to the living room, his eyes looked in your direction and fell in the glass of white wine resting in your hand with an all too familiar sparkle “can I have some of what you’re drinking?” you suppressed a chuckle because of how child-like that question had been.

“I’ll need to see your ID” you answered before coming back to the kitchen and taking out of the fridge a Capri Sun. He pouted slightly when he saw the drink but grabbed without complaining. You sat beside him on the couch, complete silence upon the room.

“Well, this is awkward” you said after a couple minutes, taking a sip of your wine and he let out a chuckle “it’s not like there’s a manual of what to say to your ex boyfriend when he shows up in your porch after five years still being eighteen while you’re... old” he says and you kick him playfully “I’m twenty-three.”

“How are you holding up?” you asked, knowing that the current situation of the world was probably more painful for those who had been lost, “I’ll be better when everyone stops asking me that” he said harshly before being able to stop himself. He looked at you, expecting to see you taken back by his bitter response but you were looking at him fondly, almost motherly.

“I know it must be annoying to be surrounded by people that don’t know how to express their concern” you said, picking your words in your head “but like you said, there’s no manual on how to approach the situation” he nodded in understanding “I’m sorry,” you nudged him softly, as saying that it was okay.

“How’s the readjustment?” you decided to ask, remembering that Peter had never been one to like complaisance. He sighed. “Well, there’s no manual” he joked “May was also blipped, so I guess that makes it easier.”

“I feel lost” he continued “it’s the same world, but at the same it just... isn’t. I’m the same person and at the same time, someone completely different” without noticing, you had drank all the wine in the glass in just one gulp, “you should see how May is doing, decorating the apartment and trying to learn how to cook, again, and it sucks” he started to talk faster “because she is trying so hard to bring her life together and I’m just... stumbling.”

None of you said anything, so silence fell upon the room once again, except this time it wasn’t comfortable, but a comfort born from a past intimacy that allowed to be quiet. “What’s going to happen with Spider-Man?” you finally asked.

“I have no fucking idea” he said, “I don’t think the world needs him anymore. Christ, I don’t even know if the world wants it anymore!” he sighed and placed the untouched Capri Sun of the coffee table, and once again silence established until you talked again, “I think it does.” He looked at you, confused.

“People felt safe with you patrolling the streets and they felt proud” you sighed “I think you should go back to it, eventually. Not necessarily demon-slaughter Spider-Man, but friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

Peter rubbed his face “I don’t know if I can do it.”

“I know you do, you’ve had it in you since day one” you replied quickly. “You are entitled to your pain for as long as you need to feel it, but you’re the only person who gets to decide if your trauma is going to be the biggest part of your life. Pete, Spider-Man is part of who you are” he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were fixed on the floor below his feet “you can’t just dispose it and you know it.”

Peter looked at you with half a smile “did you grow into a wise old man in the last few years?” your shrugged with a joking smile “kind of.” You both laughed and it relieved you a little to see Peter do it. “So do you live here by yourself?” he asked looking around and your frowned a little, but the door opened before you could respond.

Peter’s heart dropped when he saw a tall, handsome man make his way into the house with a couple grocery bags on his hands. Right behind him a smaller human sprinted in your direction squeaking a loud “mommy!”

You couldn’t help the smile that fell upon your face when you saw her with her new hoodie and her long hair falling down her shoulders, despite all the effort you had poured into a ponytail that morning. Lovingly you placed her in your lap and tucked a strand of her behind her ear before looking at Peter “Pete, this is Claire, my-”

“Daughter” he finished before you, looking at her with a big smile but teary eyes.

“And Mark” you pointed at the man making her way to you from the kitchen, having placed the bags in the counter, “my husband.” Peter felt his heart break, even you had broken up a year ago (six for everyone else), but still he stood up and shook Mark’s hand. “This is Peter” you introduced “he’s an old friend.”

How had he not seen it? The wedding ring on your finger and all the photos of your new family spread across the living room, the fact the house was clearly a family house, that reality had been all over his face since the moment he set a foot in the house and, yet, he had managed to miss it. That was what Jess had meant when she told him to come with an open mind, she hadn’t been able to find the words to tell him that you were married and had a child.

“Do you like Spider-Man?” he asked with a kind smile to the little girl who looked at him curiously, noticing that the hoodie she was wearing had a draw of him on his first suits. The child’s face light up at the question “yeah, he’s the best!”

He chuckled “I like Spider-Man, too” he murmured, still loud enough to be heard. Claire jumped from your lap and grabbed his leg, "do you want to see my Spider-Man’s Uno edition?” Peter’s eyes widened “there’s an Spider-Man’s Uno edition?”

“Mom, can I show Peter the Uno?” she asked you and you nodded with a soft smile. Practically running, she pulled Peter upstairs towards her room “it was a limited edition, so I made Mum and Dad camp with me outside the store” she told him happily.

Once in the kitchen, stocking the groceries, you broke the silence between Mark and you “he’s my ex.” He looked at you, trying to seem casual “I wasn’t going to ask,” you laughed “yes, you were. You were just trying to find the words to do it without sounding toxic.”

“Okay, you caught me” he admitted and you chuckled “so... you used to date twelve-year-olds before we met?” you looked at him raising an eyebrow “why? Is it a deal breaker?” you joked and he smiled “kind of, I’ll worry when Claire starts inviting friends over” he followed on and didn’t talk again until your laughs faded “he was blipped, wasn’t he?”

You nodded “I just... when I opened that door, he looked so worn-out and lost,” you started saying before he shook his head and wrapped his arms around your waist “you don’t have to explain yourself, it’s okay. I saw that look on my brothers too, the world is a... strange place for him right now, yet he looked for you. He trusts you and I know you care about him, whatever the reason.”

“I love you” you said, "I knew you’d understand.” He leaned down to give you a kiss, but Claire’s hurried steps, with Peter following closely behind, interrupted you. “Can Peter stay for dinner?” she asked, while the teenager’s eyes fell on your embrace and felt a bittersweet feeling.

“Do you want to, Pete?” you asked looking at him, “I don’t want to intrude” he said shyly, “you’re not intruding, Peter,” Mark said with a smile “we did buy ice cream for dessert, a guest is the perfect excuse” an amused smile. “You what?” you asked.

Peter laughed at the look you were sending your husband, and nodded, despite the weight on his heart.

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puckinghell · 5 years

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Ours | Mathew Barzal

Plot: Sometimes it feels like the entire world has an opinion on your relationship... Based on the song “Ours” by Taylor Swift. Word count: 2876 Note: This was supposed to be a super short little drabble but... alas.

It’s early morning and the building is quiet as you approach the elevator. As you press the button to call on it, your boyfriend’s arms wrap around your middle.

“You didn’t have to drive me to work, you know?” you hum, lacing your fingers around Mat’s. “You could’ve slept in. You don’t have practice for another 3 hours.”

“But then I wouldn’t have seen you until tonight.” You can’t see Mat’s face, with him standing behind you, but you can hear the pout in his voice and you can’t help but giggle.

“Clingy.”

“Yep.” He pops the p and quickly kisses your cheek, when the elevator dings and the doors open. He releases you as you step into it. You don’t usually see any of your neighbors when you go to work, seeing as you have to leave for work at 8 and most of your neighbors seem to enjoy sleeping in, but this time your elderly neighbor from down the hall stares at you.

“Good morning, Mrs. Perez,” you say politely, and Mat echoes a good morning too. She doesn’t respond, instead lets her gaze fall onto your boyfriend’s tall frame.

You’re completely dressed up for work, your make up done and your hair curled, but Mat rolled out of bed approximately two minutes before stepping out the door and he’s wearing sweatpants, a worn out Islanders hoodie and has his hair covered by a snapback, sleep still clouding his eyes, and you know you must look like quite the pair, right now. To be honest, you don’t mind it; cuddly looking Mat is your favorite Mat, and usually you’re the one wearing comfy clothes to get ready for your night on the couch watching the Islanders games while Mat is wearing his game day suit, looking handsome as ever.

However, that is not the Mat your neighbor has ever seen, and you can read the disapproval on her face.

To be fair, Mrs. Perez isn’t your favorite neighbor; far from it, in fact. She always has something to complain about when you run into her in the hallways and she never looks happy about anything, and one time she showed up at your door to yell at you for vacuuming so “late at night”.

It had been 6 pm.

She steps out of the elevator first and you trail behind, making sure she’s out the door before you. As soon as she’s out of ear, Mat sighs.

“God, we should’ve taken the stairs.”

You send him a smile. “She’s just a grumpy old lady, babe.”

“She was trying to murder me with her eyes.”

“Good thing you’re not that easy to kill, then.” You gently pat his cheek and his normal easy going demeanor returns as he intertwines his fingers with yours and pulls you towards his car.

You’d been looking forward to a night out with Mat and his friends but as soon as you spot her on the other side of the bar, your mood plummets to below zero and you want nothing more than to just go home.

“You’ve been staring at that glass of wine for about twenty minutes straight,” a familiar voice says in your ear, and you look up to find your boyfriend’s best friend standing beside you. “I could buy you another one if it’s causing that much trouble.”

“Hey, Tito,” you smile. Anthony smiles back and rests his hands on the back of your chair.

“What’s up?”

Your eyes lock on Mat, who is talking to her, and you can’t help but let out a sigh. “Guess who’s here.”

You don’t have to say much more; Anthony’s eyes search the room and when he sees her, when he sees them, his eyes widen.

“Oh,” he says. “You know you have nothing to worry about, right? Mat’s absolutely crazy about you. And they never even really dated. They just kinda… hooked up. A few times.”

His French accent always comes out a bit heavier when he’s been drinking but you understand every word of his sentence, and you really didn’t need him to go into that much detail. You blink, trying to rid the image from your mind. He could’ve just stuck to the “Mat’s crazy about you”. But you don’t tell him that. Instead, you shrug.

“I know.”

You know they weren't actually together the way you and him are, but you also knew she was as close to a serious relationship as Mat had gotten before he met you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop the green eyed monster from taking residence in the pit of your stomach.

Especially because she’s skinny and tall and beautiful and the exact picture of a WAG. And you’re, well, you.

She’s smiling at Mat with her perfectly lip glossed smile and you wish you put a little more effort into your appearance tonight, but you hadn’t counted on having to compete with the ghosts of Mat’s past, had counted on just an easy night out with some of your favorite Isles boys, who had all seen you in worse states. Then she rests her hand on Mat’s arm and you can see that her nails are perfectly manicured all the way from over where you sit, and the only words that come to mind are fuck it, so you tip back the glass of wine in your hand.

“Hey Tito, how about buying me that drink?”

You know Mat was nervous about tonight but it’s crazy how easily he fits in with your family, and how right it feels to have him sitting cross legged on the floor petting your parents’ dog while your mom tells him stories about your childhood. They are stories you didn’t necessarily want to share with him, trying to maintain some kind of dignity, but you can’t help but smile as Mat laughs at a picture of you at 5 years old, wearing some Rangers merch.

“Betrayal,” he gasps, clutching his heart, and your mom sees you staring and smiles at you.

“You’ll be happy to know she’s trying to converge us into Islanders fans, now,” she says, a twinkle in her eyes, and Mat shoots you a cheeky grin.

“Ah, good to know.”

You still give him shit sometimes about you growing up a Ranger fan, telling him that when they play the Rangers, all girlfriend duties are off and you won’t hesitate to root for the opposing team; you figure now that won’t work so well anymore, and mourn the loss of your favorite way of riling up your boyfriend.

Your dad comes out of the kitchen, then, and your nephew is on his heels. Your nephew is 10 years old and your parents watch him when your aunt and uncle are at work sometimes, and when he heard that Mat was coming over he begged and begged until he was allowed to stay over for dinner too. He worships the ground Mat walks on and has already declared he’s the Islanders biggest fan. That might have something to do with the fact that Mat brought him a #13 jersey, too; you’d never seen the kid so excited, and he’s currently wearing it proudly.

The only one who hasn’t seemed to be reeled in by Mat’s charm is your dad, and you’d known he was going to be the toughest. He’s fiercely protective and you don’t think there is any guy in the world who is good enough for you, in his eyes. So far, he hasn’t said or done anything bad, he’s just been distancing himself from the conversation and you know Mat has noticed it too, because he shoots nervous glances towards your dad every time he starts a sentence.

“So, Mathew,” you dad says - you and Mat both told him to just call him Mat, but he’s apparently decided not to - and he sits down on the couch. “Where did you go to college?”

“Uhm.” Mat seems rattled by the question and you wish you could reach out and reassuringly squeeze his hand, but you’re all the way over on the other side of the living room, so instead you send him what you hope is an equally reassuring smile. “I didn’t go to college, sir. I got drafted when I was 18.”

Your dad raises an eyebrow, and your mom is quick to butt in. “Oh, at 18? That’s so young, Mat! You must’ve been real good even then!”

You could kiss your mom for being the reason Mat’s smiling again, and then your nephew throws himself onto the floor next to him.

“When I grow up, I wanna be a hockey player too, Mat! I wanna be just like you!”

Mat ruffles your nephew’s hair and your heart swells three sizes at the scene in front of you, and maybe that’s why you’re too distracted to notice the storm that’s brewing in the room.

“You need to go to college, kid,” your dad snarks towards your nephew. “College makes you smart, and being smart is the most important thing in life.”

You can barely stop yourself from gasping out loud but you see Mat’s face fall, his jaw tighten as his gaze drops to the floor.

“College has nothing to do with being smart, dad,” you say coldly, and your mom stands up suddenly.

“Anyone want any tea?”

Mat’s been moping all night and you’re starting to get annoyed with him. You told him he shouldn’t come over, told him you had so much studying to do that you’d probably be at your desk until the second you collapsed into bed, but he’d insisted, saying you wouldn’t even notice he’s there.

To be fair to him, he hasn’t been talking or even paying attention to you; in fact, he’s watching Netflix with headphones in so you don’t have to hear the sounds, so he’s not actively trying to distract you, but it’s the tension in his shoulders and the exhaustion in his face that’s stopping you from being able to focus on your course material. You sigh, resting your head in your hands as you force your eyes back on your book.

And that’s when Mat lets out a groan and throws his phone against the wall.

“Mat, what the fuck?” you snap, turning around in your chair. He’s ripped his headphones out and pushed the laptop away, and now he’s laying on your bed with his face buried into the pillow, and he looks so defeated that your annoyance ebbs away instantly.

He says something but it’s muffled into the fabric of your pillow, so you close your book and make your way over to the bed.

“What?” you ask, carefully sitting down next to him and resting your hand on his back.

He lifts his head only slightly. “I said, what do you see in me?”

Now you’re confused and it must show, because he groans again, turning onto his back and hiding his face underneath his hands.

You know asking him for an explanation is just gonna end in more confusion on your part, so instead you stand up and pick up his phone. The screen is still unlocked and the title of the article he was apparently reading is staring you in the face.

What’s going on with Mathew Barzal?

You know he’s been on a bit of a cold streak lately but it happens to the best of them - and you’ve told him that, basically every night - and the Islanders are still doing well in the standings so it’s not such a big deal as the media would like to make it seem.

Apparently, your boyfriend thinks it’s a big deal, though.

“Oh babe,” you sigh, locking his phone and putting it in the nightstand, “you know you shouldn’t be reading that.”

He drops his hands from his face and the sorrow in his eyes is so evident that it makes you want to smack him for believing the stupid shit they write about him.

“I didn’t go to college,” he mumbles, and that’s when you remember your dad’s statement and anger surges through your veins once again, “and I’m not smart. Look at you studying; I have no idea what any of it even means! I haven’t studied in years! And I thought it was alright because even if I’m dumb, at least I’m good at hockey, but now I suck at that, too.”

It’s so overdramatic and blown out of proportion and yet you can tell from the look on his face that he’s genuinely upset and your heart breaks, seeing your normally confident - borderline cocky - boyfriend like this.

“Mat, you don’t suck at hockey.” You shake your head. “And you’re not stupid.” You reach up to brush some stray hairs away from his face and he leans into the palm of your hand ever so slightly, just enough for your heart to break even more.

“Baby, you won a Calder! You’re good for more points than almost all of your teammates and your team is going to get to the playoffs, not in spite of you but because of you. And you speak two languages! I barely speak English sometimes. Sure, I could tell you all about the politics of the 17th century in the UK, but do you really care about that? You’re smart in a different way. You have street smarts. You know how to change the oil on my car and how to change a lightbulb without electrocuting yourself and you know fizzy drinks help my stomach aches.”

You let your body fall on top of his and his hands instantly grab hold of your hips, holding you firmly in place against his body. “Is this because of that stupid shit my dad said? You know he’s just being a moody, overprotective idiot.”

Mat shrugs and you can tell he’s mulling your words over in his brain. Then, he gazes up at the ceiling, skillfully avoiding your eyes.

“Not even your neighbor thinks I’m good enough for you, Y/N.”

You snort. “Mrs. Perez? She hates my guts. She hates everyone’s guts. You could be Brad Pitt and she’d hate your guts!”

The corners of Mat’s lips are starting to curl up, although he’s still fighting it. “Are you saying you wish I was Brad Pitt?”

“Well, I didn’t wanna tell you at first, but…” you drawl, and he tugs at your hips harshly. You giggle and lean down, brushing your lips against his temple. “Mathew Barzal, you are the most wonderful guy in this world, and I’m so lucky to call you mine. Besides,” you pout, “you have to deal with my father, but I have to deal with a million girls that are much prettier than me, who all wanna steal you away from me!”

“There’s nobody prettier than you,” Mat says easily and matter-of-factly, and you’d be damned if your heart isn’t fluttering at his words.

You kiss him, then, and he deepens the kiss almost desperately, hands slipping under your shirt - or, his shirt, that you stole - and lips moving frantically against yours. Before you get pulled down in the direction this is obviously going, you pull away, cause you’re not done talking yet.

“Mat, listen to me,” you whisper, and he lets his head fall back into the pillow, his eyes locking with yours now as he waits patiently for you to continue. “It’s not theirs to speculate if it’s wrong or right. Only we get to decide that. So every snide remark from my dad, every dirty look from my neighbor, every flirty smile from your ex, is going to be ignored, because I love you.”

“I love you,” he echoes softly. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You shrug your shoulders, smiling down at him. “I don’t know, be a great guy?”

He tries to kiss you again but you dodge him, pressing your lips against the skin below his ear instead.

“Stop worrying that pretty little mind of yours, please?” Your voice is so soft it’s not even really a whisper, but you know Mat hears you because his hands tighten around your hips. “People throw rocks at things that shine and life can make love look really hard, but what we have is special, and it’s ours. No matter how rough the water gets, my heart is yours, and I will fight for what we have.”

“Even if I didn’t go to college and I never score another goal in my life?” Mat pouts, but this time you can hear the ghost of a smile in his voice and his eyes are twinkling, and you press a few featherlight kisses against his jaw.

“Even then, I’d still choose you.”

“Okay.” The word comes out in a rush of air and then Mat’s hands are cupping your cheeks and lifting your head so he finally has access to your lips, can finally kiss you the way he wants to. And just before he pulls you down into the alternate reality that is just him and his lips against your skin and his smell engulfing you and just him and him and him, you hear him whisper a few words against your lips.

“This love is ours.”

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rosesandrorys · 4 years

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✧･ﾟ( demeter + alexa demie + cis female ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !! have you seen ( veronica “rory” flores ) around ? ( she ) have/has been in kaos for ( two months ). the ( twenty four year old ) is a/an ( bartender ) from ( los angeles, united states ). people say they can be ( hot-headed ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be ( steadfast ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of ( iced coffee at nine pm, the smell of the earth after rain, a four leafed clover poking out of a crack in the road ). ･ﾟ✧ ( penned by neha, 21, est, she/her ).

hiiiii everyone first of all i am so happy to be here the main is b e a u t i f u l and gives me so much greek god inspo! i’m neha this is my bby rory!! i’m going to add my big bio/about blurb that was in my app so if you want to you can read all about her, but if you don’t have time here’s a little tldr; for you!

rory is my LA club kid QUEEN, she basically grew up super poor but going to a school wanting to fit in with the rich popular kids, long story short she started selling club drugs n stuff to them, gained the friendship and money but once hs ended it, everything ended and she basically had to start over, only now she had the uphill battle w/ addiction to drugs/partying/bad decisions to also handle! she’s on the island bc her mom met a rich guy and he has a villa on the island he wants her to fix up, which is also doubling as a kind of ‘get clean’ retreat tho it ain’t rlly working even tho sgenuinelynunienly sometimes want to do better. she’s a hustler and has a sharp tongue, but on the inside she has a heart of gold and rlly just wants to be loved for who she is for like the first time ever <3

PLOTTING STUFF: she’s been on the island for two months now, but lil girl is all about having those connections bc she thinks its the only way she can have value (ugh poor kid) so lmk!! they could’ve met through the whole partying/drugs route, at the bar where she works at a bartender, or maybe at the hardware stores that she frequents because she’s fixing up the villa! i have more specific plot ideas but i don’t want to make this post too long so hmu or like this post for me to come to you!!

ok, that’s my two pieces said, now here’s the longish bio section if you want to learn more in depth about her :)Tw for abuse, drug use/dealing, addiction

B I O G R A P H Y

Rory is from LA born and raised! Her mother is a single mom and it was just them for a long time, with the rotating cast of her mother’s boyfriends. The two could just never seem to get close to financial stability and she grew up rough, never having enough money to keep up with the kids at school, then having to fend for herself once she got home because her mother worked nights.

At home, it all depended on what boyfriend out of the rotation her mother was currently seeing. The best strategy for all of them was avoidance, so Rory spent her days on the streets or at work, never really wanting to deal with the boyfriends. Throughout the years, she suffered abuse and neglect from these men, and though she tried to tell her mother, who was always just a little too busy, a little too high, or a little too blind to the effects. Besides, they needed the extra money that the various boyfriends gave.

Despite it all, at school Rory shined. She was smart, that much was clear, and she exuded a certain aura of warmth that could make anyone, even the girls with birkin bags and ice cold hearts fall in love. Her school was a dichotomy of rich and poor, and if she worked her ass off and put in maximum effort, it seemed she could fit in with both. But she didn’t want both, didn’t want the stigma of her background to follow her everywhere. She wanted to live in the world of marble countertops and athleisure accessorized with diamonds. So, with extreme effort, she pulled herself up to the social ranks of those girls in school, always going over to their houses to study, pretending she never learned how to drive so that they wouldn’t know she couldn’t afford a car, let alone the mercedes and italian sports cars they drove to school.

But keeping up has its price, and that price began to climb as she was integrated deeper. Rory needed money for twelve dollar salads and fifty dollar spin classes, and the money from her job (which she said her mom forced her to do to learn responsibility) wasn’t cutting it. She was a scrappy kid turned into a precocious young adult and she’d been scrambling all her life, this was just another bootstraps moment. She had the connections from her neighborhood, and what did rich kids like more than drugs? The answer was nothing, and Rory made the leap easily, starting off small and gradually building up a mini drug empire in her high school. She finally had spending money, but more importantly she had friends and people who cared about her, and she wasn’t going to give that up for the world.

Rory wasn’t dumb, she knew this couldn’t last forever, so she was also making solid plans to further herself in life. But an addictive personality ran in her veins as evidenced by her mother who was addicted to it all - drugs, boyfriends, and bad decisions. The moment it all started to go south could be pinpointed to the moment she herself started to use the drugs. Her friends were doing it after all, and she didn’t want to be a buzzkill. The drugs were an escape from her shitty life that was going nowhere, after all. They let her put on the rose-tinted glasses that she’d been denied since birth, and Rory ate it up.

But with every ascent, comes a crash and as the lag time from the drugs started to affect her performance in everyday life, grades started to slip, dreams fell to the wayside and prospects started to vanish. By the time she finished highschool they’d say - what a fall from grace. Because she’d forgotten one very important thing. If her friends made a mistake, it could all be very easily swept under the rug and forgotten by way of their parents’ money. Rory, however, had no safety net, and at the end of highschool she was left in the lurch: same terrible grades and attendance as her friends, but no large donations to get her into prestigious schools. Or, for a fact, any schools. She’d peaked, and what followed graduation was a spiralling descent back to where she’d started. The friends she’d been so fiercely loyal to moved on to college and beyond and she was left with nothing but the endless LA party scene filled with people she didn’t care about and worse and worse decisions by the day.

If it’d gone on for a couple more months, she’d probably have died. But the money started to dry up as her friends left, and the final blow was a drop gone wrong - high as a kite, she’d decided that handing off a major package to a much larger man in a dark alley was a good idea, and the inevitable tussle and robbing left her hurting. She was high and dry with no income and no savings. Twenty-two years old and nothing to her name. It was time for that scrappy kid to scramble once again, but that kid now had a mild drug problem and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas.

It wasn’t going to be easy. But one thing Rory was always good at was cultivating her connections. Though her friends had moved on, Rory’s combination of dimples, winning smile, and just enough ass kissing had created just enough opportunities with the people in their lives, and the people at the parties she frequented. She had an in to the rich, and damn if she wasn’t going to exploit it. Odd jobs here and there was her life now, just enough to keep her drug addiction alive, just enough to keep her name in the back of the minds of the wealthy. She knew this would change her life somehow, she just wasn’t quite sure how yet.And who could’ve predicted how it happened.

It was mundane, a job making drinks at a classy party, one of those ones where the host barely shows up, where the adults sip their martinis and the kids do blow in the bathrooms. The party wasn’t anything remarkable, but what followed was. She was getting picked up by her mother, and the host of the party, a middle aged salt and pepper type man recognized her mother. They had gone to school together or something, Rory was exhausted and didn’t really care, but apparently her mother turned on the same charm inherent in Rory, and the next Friday had lined up a date.

Things progressed extremely quickly from there on out, with lavish dinners and getaway weekends for the two lovebirds. It was astonishing to watch, and the whispers of ‘gold-digger’ from the country club ladies couldn’t even come close to puncturing Rory’s mom’s thick skin. Both women had been to hell and back after all, had worked all their lives for pennies, and finally something serendipitous had happened. All the toxic exs were dropped within the first six months, the crappy two bedroom within a year, and after a year and a half marriage and a kid on the way - though nobody could quite say which one came first. It was a strike of lightning, transforming the tiny flores family immediately. Call it fate or fortune, but Rory was finally back in that world that she’d strived to be in.

This time, when the spiral came it was well supported and well recognized by Rory’s new step-father. He’d already been through the gambit of raising rich kids, two who were now nearing their thirties, and he could see the signs instantly. Bloodshot eyes, partying all night, sniffles and gaunt features. Rory was getting pulled in again, and fast, but this time there was finally someone looking out for her. She couldn’t escape the lure of the partying and the drugs alone, and this marriage had essentially busted it wide open for her, kicking away any barriers that had been there before. They couldn’t control her, really. She’d been scrambling so long that cutting off the money didn’t matter, she had her connections and her grit that had gotten her this far.

What Rory needed was an out, a way to escape the vicious cycle addiction had pulled her into and her step-father had just the thing: a house on a tiny island in Greece, a fixer upper that needed some love. Of course, he could easily drop a few thousand down and have it renovated much quicker, but he knew Rory had lost her purpose, so he offered it to her on a silver platter.Pride almost kept her in LA. The thinly veiled excuse to get her out wasn’t fooling anyone, but the last straw came when her step father asked her a very simple question: “What’s left for you here?”. For her whole life, LA had only given her pain, hardship, and drugs. Now, the latter was the only thing left. So, she took the deal, and the girl who had never left LA booked a ticket for the other side of the world.

Now, Rory has been on the island for five months. It’s not exactly rehab, but the drug usage has diminished bit by bit, She’s starting to find her footing and become part of the community. She still has that chip on her shoulder, but putting her energy into building something feels good. She’s never built anything in her life, and the house with its extensive gardens needs a lot of work so it’s keeping her extremely busy. When she first got there, the first thing she did was immediately pick up a job as a local bartender because she hates being dependent on her step-father’s money, for fear of him taking it away (trust issues much). The LA dust and glitter is slowly clearing from her eyes, and she’s discovering a much kinder and greener world.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Rory is super charismatic and thus far has been turning on her charm in order to further things in life. She doesn’t have to do this anymore, so her genuine warmness is starting to shine through more. She’s been stung by basically all the relationships in her life, so she holds real companionship extremely close, loyal to the end and extremely passionate and protective.

Bitch has trust issues and a bit of an edge though, so getting to that deep companionship is really hard.She’s also a rough kid, had to claw and fight her way through her life, so she’s definitely a little rough around the edges. She doesn’t open up quickly, and she has a quick temper that acts as a learned defense mechanism. She definitely has a nasty streak when it comes to defense mechanisms, and can be quick with her wrath.

Years on drugs leading up to this quieter life have made Rory a bit antsy, and though she still does some drugs she’s transitioning to chasing an adrenaline high - her addictive personality is always going to be her fatal flaw.

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Fluffvember Day 22

Prompt: Going on a Trip

MidoriyaxReader

Contains: Fluff, Smut, the word “Pussy” (but after that is technically GN) Dubcon?? Size kink, “Master” mentioned

Word Count: 1.6

Ry: Idk how this turned into Smut ;; i am so sorry