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That One Night with Spiderman [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Spiderman slept with a random girl he just met. There's a new vigilante/superhero in town. Do the math.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, p in v, a lot of heavy flirting and sexual tension, semi public sex, kinda fluffy sometimes if you squint

A/N : i have found my horny self again in the tasm movies 🙈 andrew garfield owns me and my reproductive organs !!!

again, all mistakes are mine !! don't forget to tell me what you thought about it !!

also i might start putting song selections that could help getting the general feel of the fic ?? tell me what you think of it !!

Opening his eyes, Peter recognized the ceiling of his apartment. He felt heavy and had an absolute vicious headache but he had just woken up from the best sleep he had in a while. Groaning and wrapping himself in the heat of his bedsheets, he smiled sleepily at the source of warmth clinging to his body. Suddenly, realization hit him like a truck : why the fuck was there a random person in his bed ?

Turning around slowly, he recognized the face of a sleeping woman. He couldn’t help but inspect it slowly. She was fucking beautiful, breathtaking even. Sleeping peacefully in his bed, like she was meant to be here, as if she had been sleeping here for years.

He could see the very distinct shape of her naked body, wrapped in his covers. The curve of your legs, one crossed over the other and forming a smooth line from your exposed feet to your shoulder. His eyes scanned over the bump of your hips, the slight swell of your breasts through the fabric had his cheeks turn red.

He smiled softly before shaking his head, it wasn’t the moment to be daydreaming. He looked around and noticed the clothes on the floor, he could see his own and others, probably yours. On top of that, he recognized a bra and panties laying on the floor. Fuck.

He slept with her ?! How ? He knew how, obviously he knew how, hell his memory was coming back and the how was very vivid in his mind. Your moans and the feeling of your body around him had him blushing deeper and adverting his eyes from you. Seeing you laid like that in his bed wasn’t helping the reaction he was having right now. He took a pillow to cover his growing erection and tried to figure out who you were.

He remembered the party he had decided to go to. Going to college meant a lot of those and while he avoided them regularly, he thought now would be a good time to start having fun. The break-up with Gwen, who was in London, had hit him hard and he just wanted to get better and move on. She was and he should to, that was the right thing to do. Now in the process of doing so, he had decided to get drunk, forgetting that the spider bite changed his alcohol tolerance. He couldn’t really get drunk that easily now and the drinks weren’t that good either so he decided on retreating to one of the bathrooms for a while before leaving.

He remembered now, you had hidden there with him. You wanted to catch a breath too, for the same reasons as him so you entered the bathroom and when you noticed him he invited you to sit in the bathtub with him. You both started talking pretty quickly and he didn’t know how or why but that had been enough to make him feel dizzy, you presence was intoxicating. He had been the one to initiate the first contact, pulling you closer to him by the ankles as you sat in front of him. Playing along, you had sat on your knees and started playing with his hair.

He remembered staring at your smile and then just your lips. They looked so pretty, plump and probably so sweet too. He didn’t want to spook you so he had simply grabbed your waist to pull you a little closer. You kept playing along, wrapping your arms around his neck and then running your fingers in his hair.

He was the one to practically throw himself on you, kissing you desperately. He was right, you tasted so sweet, like candy. Tightening his hold around your waist and lowering it to your hips, he took the opportunity you gave him when you took a long breath, to shove his tongue in your mouth and swallow your moans. Molding his lips around yours, the kiss made his brain fuzzy. It was all tongue, moans and grunts, you both grinding against the other like horny teenagers.

As you both got closer to a point of begging the other to touch you further, you decided that leaving the party was better. He didn’t even remember how you had finished at his apartment, all he knew was that once he got you inside his place, he pinned you to the wall, wrapped your legs around his waist and fucked you in the doorway. He had never been this desperate for someone before, he had you a second time in his bed and maybe he blacked out after but could you blame him ? You had been bouncing on his lap and he couldn’t help but beg uncontrollably.

“Pete ?”

He thought he had reached peak embarrassment last night but clearly not, not with the absolutely disgusting scream he let out as he fell backwards, off his bed. He regained his capacities fast, looking over the mattress and seeing you all dressed and ready to leave. He couldn’t help but feel slightly sad that you were leaving but that was the principle of having a one night stand.

You looked beautiful asleep but absolutely smoking awake. He was pretty sure he wasn’t breathing at all right now and that was okay, maybe, not. He still needed to breath to live and also to not look weird. Taken out of his daydreaming, he heard you chuckle while you gathered your shoes in your hand and your phone in the other.

“You look really cute in the morning Parker, but don’t let anyone catch you by surprise that easily. A spider who wants to survive has to do the surprising first.” You smirked before taking a leap out of the window.

He had been so focused on your face so close to his that he hadn’t paid attention to what you had been saying. When he fully registered your words, he rushed to his window looking for you but you were gone. He started reviewing the entire night, searching through his mind for signs and answers as to how the fuck did you know who he was. Looking around the room, he found his phone. He didn’t know how the battery wasn’t dead but that wasn’t the moment to think about that.

Checking his recent texts he found a new one from an unknown number. He chuckled nervously, sinking to the floor.

From : unknown

To : me

twas nice to meet you spidey ;) hopefully you’ll get to meet me for real soon.

For the rest of the day he wondered what you meant and how you knew about him. You had been so mysterious in the text and spamming you wasn’t working with him so for the next hours he tried to focus on his lectures while internationally squeezing his brain to try and remember how or why you knew his secret identity.

As the day progressed, night had gotten closer and he had returned to his place, laying anxiously in his bed. He had been fidgeting like crazy, thinking about whether or not he should talk to you or not. He wanted to, needing to fix the situation before it became worse (if it could get worse than this honestly). If you knew his identity, a girl he didn’t know at all but had slept with, his life and the people around him could be in danger.

He thought about everything he had said and started hitting himself on the head for not remembering fully. He couldn’t get drunk but he clearly had felt the after effects of drunkenness and it all started from the moment he kissed you, or maybe before. Honestly he still couldn’t remember.

Yeah, you two had instantly clicked and it made sense that he would trust you to a certain degree, you had seen him naked after all. Now, he didn’t know or trust you enough to reveal his secret to you like that ! He knew that, he wasn’t stupid. He was new to relationships but not completely fucking dumb, so how did you know about him ? Yeah, maybe he was stupid.

He couldn’t degrade himself longer, his radio going off, signaling a car chase and a robbery. Spidey was needed.

Swinging through the streets of Queens, he looked around, weighting the gravity of the situation and looking through the amount of people on the street. As he passed in front of various windows, he quickly felt a presence near, following his in the same direction. Turning his head, he saw a figure leap over roofs and run towards the location of the robbers. When he landed, he looked towards the person in disbelief. Who the fuck was that ? What the fuck was going on ?!

The crowd, just as surprised as he was, quickly turned entirely towards the buzzing woman in white. She looked like she had been taken straight out of the Antiquity, from the Pantheon itself. Hell she even had a cape. The must’ve been so unpractical.

Getting off the car you had been perched on, he watched you float closer to the car that was probably about to speed towards you to run you over. He wasn’t paying much attention though, he was too focused on the fact that people could fucking fly ?! What was that ?! Did they get bitten too ? By some flying creature ? Maybe a pigeon or a falcon, she looked more like the falcon kind. Or even an eagle, yeah an eagle felt right.

No ! Now wasn’t the time to figure out what kind of bird she fucking was ! He had a bunch of robbers to take care of. Or so he thought. Focusing back on the situation, he heard the loud cheers of the crowd and if he had his mask off she would see how surprised he looked. A giant lighting spear piercing the hood of the car and keeping it in place as the men who were in it were all tied together on the floor by what seemed to be electric ropes.

Passing them to the authorities, he watched her start to float away but not before whispering something that even with his hearing, he shouldn’t have been able to hear but did nonetheless because it was resonating in his literal head.

“Told you we would see each other again Bug Boy.”

Hearing the voice in his head, he froze on the spot. It wasn’t human but his hearing worked differently, enough for him to recognize the one behind it. You, the girl from the morning who had been running through his mind the whole day ! Now he understood clearly what you meant, you were a vigilante too. Or maybe closer to a superhero seeing how you were dressed.

He watched you float away and finally felt like he could move and move completely. He leaped and ran after you, swinging around buildings again trying to web you by the feet to pull you towards him. You were flying pretty fast and even if that did fascinate him, he couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the power.

He was loosing patience so simply went for it, shooting a web in your direction and watching it wrap around your ankle, he pulled you towards his chest and fell on a rooftop. He didn’t expect you to turn around and kick him in the chest again. Rolling backwards and practically off the building, he caught his balance rapidly and ran to you in hopes of figuring out what the fuck was going on.

“Fuck, what shoes do you have that hurt like that and why does it feel like an elephant kicked me in the chest ?” He groaned, rolling on the floor in pain.

He heard you chuckle as you got closer to him and extended your arm in his direction. Grabbing your hand, you pulled you towards him and flipped both your positions to pin you to the floor.

“Last time I had you in this position, we ended up in my bed.” He grinned through the mask.

He softened his hold around your wrists when he saw you smile softly at him, rookie mistake. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed your weight on top of his to straddle him and keep him calm.

“Last time I had you in this position, you kept slamming my hips on your dick. Very hard. Made you feel good didn’t I, Pete ?” You chuckled, leaning over his face, inspecting his covered feature. Yeah, Peter was good looking, very good looking even. And you could testify that he was just as good in bed as in class.

Ripping his mask off of his face he huffed in annoyance more towards himself than you. His mind was going everywhere but in the right direction.

“What did you do to me at the party ?” Asked the young man, sitting up but keeping you on his lap. “I don’t get drunk, I can’t, but you show up and I suddenly feel all dizzy and I can’t remember shit from the night before ? And how do you know my secret identity ? Why are you here ? Are you following me ? And how do you know the college I go to ?! You were targeting me ?!” He rambled rapidly before being cut off by a kiss.

That was new, not so much in the sense that he never kissed you before but no one had ever tried to shut him up with a kiss. He liked it. A lot. Your lips, tender against his, pulled away but kept his face in your hands.

“God you talk so much when you’re panicking… Not gonna lie, it is kinda cute.” You smirked pecking his lips once more.

You chuckled when he groaned, clearly not pleased by the situation or at least trying to act angry. He wasn’t doing a very good job since his arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

“I didn’t target you Peter, I didn’t even know you were Spiderman when I went into the bathroom. I figured it out while talking to you and confirmed it when I kissed you. Took a look into your brain, your thoughts.” You explained calmly, playing with his fingers.

He shouldn’t have been this comfortable at the thought of a random stranger looking into his brain but then again, you had slept together so that was a lot of barriers crossed already. Also you did look kinda cute right now, playing with his hand with a soft smile on your face. He felt compelled to caress your cheek and chuckled when you nuzzled against his palm.

“You wanna tell me about your origin story or I should just assume that you were bitten by some flying alien ?” He sassed, raising an eyebrow at you. You smiled, dropping your face on his shoulder before answering.

“I wasn’t bitten by an alien dingus… Just struck by lightning when I was like, I don’t know, three ? I was supposed to die but I didn’t, instead I got superpowers. Now it probably has to do with the fact that the lightning that struck me, I had kinda summoned it. Grandma’s a witch I guess, and I found one of her very powerful spells. So now, here I am.” You explained as if it was the most normal thing ever.

He couldn’t help but scoff at how normal this was for you. Guess this had been the life you had lived. He had his own new version of normal anyways so he wasn’t really in any position to judge. Even if witchcraft seemed a lot more complicated than radioactive science.

“Also, before you ask, now I didn’t sleep with you to figure out your identity. I don’t need to go that far. Hell, the kiss was already a lot if you don’t remember all your night. Reading someone’s mind this closely does play a little with their memories but give it a day or two and you’ll have it all back.” You said, scaring and reassuring him in the same sentence.

You stoop up from the floor and dusted of your suit then looked at him again, keeping that cute smile on your face. God, he wanted to kiss you again.

“Now to your last important question, I don’t know the college you go to. I just know the college I go to. I was told people were having a party to start off the semester and I thought that showing uo for once would be cool. Definitely don’t regret it. Had my first one night stand and all ? Finally leaving that fanfiction life I read about on internet.” You laughed lightly.

Getting up too, he got close to you but you backed away, holding you hand up in front of you to stop him.

“If you get any closer we’re not leaving this roof Spidey and I’m getting a little cold out here.”

“I could help with the cold. And on the way you could explain who you are a little more, you know ? To get to know each other. Or at least so that I learn a little more about you since you’ve been in my head. It’s only fair.” He says, tilting his head innocently to the side.

You raised your eyebrows, surprised by the slight change in demeanor. He looked very comfortable around you already. Again, you had crossed several stages in a relationship already, jumping straight to the sex part and the revealing your deepest secrets to the other. Might as well share your social security number while you were at it.

“Don’t worry about fairness pretty boy, you’ll get it another day. Today, you’ll have to forget it. Good try though.” You pulled him by the collar, kissing his lips one last time before flying away into the night.

Peter stayed still and silent, looking into the distance and watching your figure get further and further away from him. He debated on following you to your place but something in him told him he wouldn’t really be trying to get to know you by talking. Yeah, he wasn’t going to lie, he was pushing past the need to fuck you ok the rooftop but the rational part of him reminded him that he’d been knowing your for 48 hours maximum.

Putting his mask back on, he jumped off the roof and swung back to his place, he would get to meet you tomorrow, on campus.

He, in fact, did not meet you the next day on campus. Turns out the part of his memory containing your name gad been gone for another day so finding you had been tough and even when he did no one knew you. He thought you had lied to him about going to the same college as him but turns out you weren’t lying.

It took him an entire week to find you, seven business days technically so more, but he ended up finding you. In another department. You were in the law department, completely opposite of his. It had been a coincidence for him to hear your name while skateboarding around campus and one he did he practically jumped the two students who had been talking about you. They lead him towards the building in which you were having your last lecture if the day and he waited patiently outside.

When the doors opened, he saw you walk out, face down focused on your phone and headphones wrapped around your ears. He chuckled, you were making it too easy for him to sneak up on you right now, he couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. Walking big steps behind you, he couldn’t help but laugh when you yelped as a response to him lifting you by the waist and spinning you around to face him.

You looked at him with semi annoyance and surprise.

“What the actual fuck Parker ? Do you just sneak up on people like that on a regular ? Spider business, I suppose ?” You sassed, trying to escape his hold on your waist but giving up when he pulled you close to him

“Nah, I only sneak up on people it takes me a week to find.” He responds, putting emphasizes on the ‘week’ part.

You chuckled, making one smooth hand motion that pried his fingers off of you before skipping into the distance.

“I never said it would be easy bug boy, just that you would have another chance to get to know me another day.” You said, watching him try to grab ahold of you again.

“Yeah well, shouldn’t you be making this fair for me ? You have witchcraft and I have… Webs. That’s very fucking unbalanced if you ask me !”

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t ask !”

You had stopped in your track to look at him and maybe give him a little chance to catch you. When he charged towards you, opening his arms to lock you in them, you ducked, avoiding his grasp. Then began a cat and mouse chase with Peter trying to catch you while you swiftly dodge every attempt. He had the agility of a spider but you were still winning, that must suck.

The both of you stopped moving, you putting a few meters between each other with a devious smile that had him weak in the knees.

“Twas good meeting you Pete.” You chuckled, walking backwards before spinning around and walking away.

Absolutely not. It took him a week to find you, you weren’t going to disappear again like that, nope. He checked his surroundings before exhaling in exasperation. Shooting a web in your direction, he forcefully pulled it back towards him, bringing you to his chest. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind you with one hand while keeping the other on your waist.

“You’re not going to run away that easily princess, I’ve got a few things to discuss with you first, so how ‘bout we do that hum ?” He suggested, voice deep and face way to fucking close to yours. You could see his eyes wander between your lips and your eyes. He was smiling, probably at his own lie, no discussion was going to happen now. Or maybe. You didn’t know.

Yeah, you skipped the discussion part.

Dragging you towards an abandoned building and into an abandoned room, you were both thinking about everything but that hypothetical discussion. You would have all the time in the world to do that later anyways but if things went the way they were going just now, you light never actually get to know each other. Oh, fuck it ! Who cares ? You would figure it out later.

For now, you were too busy making out in an empty room. Seating you on a desk, legs parted to have him as close to you as possible, you kept your arms wrapped around his neck. Your fingers were running through his hair, scratching his scalp delicately but pulling on his roots. You were practically molding around each other but he needed to feel you closer. Holding your waist tightly with one hand, he grabbed your thigh with the other and parted it further.

You lowered your hand to remove his jacket and let it drop to the floor. His tongue deep in your mouth, you felt dizzy as the heat you both shared kept increasing. Neither of you could understand what was the source of that chemistry you shared, the need to feel the other close, inside you. You met two weeks ago maximum but you felt dependent on the things he made you feel and so did he.

“F-Fuck… You taste so fucking good…” He groaned in your mouth. His hands roaming up and down your thighs, he was resisting the dress to pull down your panties and fuck you on that old table. He didn’t know how it was still holding but it wouldn’t stop him anyways.

He was drinking in the small whines you would let out against his lips, letting his tongue roam inside you and getting himself hard at the thought of where else it could go, the places he could taste. Fuck, he really needed you.

Pulling away from you to give you a few seconds to breath and to compose himself, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face closer to his. He was trying to calm down but he couldn’t stop himself, his lips were pulled to yours and his bulge kept growing, grinding against your core. Yeah, maybe wearing a dress today had been a good idea on your part.

“You… You gotta tell me to stop… Fuck… Please tell me to stop before I fuck you against this table…” He begged, peppering passionate and sloppy kisses on your lips.

Your forehead against his, you could see the restraint on his face, even with his eyes closed he was trying to keep himself under control. That wasn’t what you wanted from him though. You parted your legs even further, smiling at the desperate breath he let out when you rubbed yourself against him. You trapped him between your thighs and ran your hands under his shirt. Whao, skater boy really was surprising all around, tight abs flexing under your fingers. Swinging around the city probably did work a few muscles.

“Please… Please Peter… Don’t ask me to do something I really don’t wanna do…” You begged, trying to make him cave.

It clearly didn’t take a lot of work, the boy bowing his head and dropping it on your shoulder, defeated. He had tried, so hard to think this through, with his brain and not his dick but how could he win when you were begging for him ? That intimacy he craved from you, you were craving it too and he couldn’t just not give it to you right ? He was doing a good thing and if it was for you, he would do it a hundred times more.

Finally giving in, he raised your thighs slightly and pushed your panties to the side, watching you dripping pussy clench around air. He made you this desperate for him ? He did that ? Well now there was no way he was going to simply not help you. He was getting to know you better that way, getting to know you from the inside. Deep inside.

Opening his pants and pushing his boxers down, he let his cock spring free and god, the yelp you let out when you saw him fully had him throbbing harder than ever before. You were so desperate, needy for him, just like he was for you. Taking hold of his length his started stroking himself slowly before accelerating. He felt his cheeks heat up, feeling your attentive eyes on him. You were being so difficult to resist right now, he felt dizzy just at the thought of being in you.

Suddenly, he stopped his movements, remembering a very crucial part.

“Fuck… I-I don’t have condoms…” He cursed internally, he wished he was like those guys constantly prepared for anything.

He inhaled sharply, throwing his head back when you took hold of his dick and guided it towards your entrance. Rubbing your soaking folds against his girth, you smiled as you kissed his cheek and his entire face repeatedly. How could he feel both fuzzy, like he was seating on the comfiest cloud, and like he was fist fighting some honey beast inside ? The duality you cause in him gave him whiplash.

“I’m on birth control Peter… And the superpowers are an incredible protection against diseases. You should try it out one day…” You chuckled as the last rational thought in your mind escaped your head.

You watched him open his eyes, dark and full of lust before he positioned himself and penetrated you in one single thrust. Both of you moaned in sync, oxygen suddenly stuck in your lungs. You didn’t remember entirely everything from the first night you shared with and god you were happy about it. Because reliving the absolute incredible feeling that having him this deep in you felt was definitely worth it. Taking so much space in you, you felt completely full. And he wasn’t feeling much different from you. You were holding his cock so tightly in you, pulsating walls keeping him warm and nice.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll make it up to you… I’ll make it up to you later, I promise… But right now I gotta fuck you… Or I’m gonna lose it...” Hand holding your nape again and lips pecking yours tenderly.

He dropped his face in your neck and started kissing your shoulder, letting the strap of your dress drop as he caressed your arm. His hips started moving vigorously, pumping his cock in and out of you as your moans filled the room.

“F-Fuck… Peter, God, you feel so fucking good…” You moaned into his hair.

His nose was running up the side lf your neck as he bit and sucked on your skin. He internally reminded himself that he had met you a few days ago but was already marking you like you were his. This was crazy, he loved it.

Hips moving faster and faster each passing second, you started moving with his, meeting his thrusts and leaning on you’re your as pleasure took over in your brain. You were breathing heavily, giggling slightly when his lips kissed sensitive points of your skin. He was reaching every good place, in and out of you. His thick length was parting your walls mercilessly, the tip of his cock driving roughly against your cervix and hitting the perfect point in you.

Soon, your moans turned into wails of pleasure and he couldn’t help but go even harder on you.

“Fuck… You sound so good… You like when I hit this place huh ?” He teased, chuckling when you nodded your head vividly like a bobblehead.

“God princess, you holdin’ me so tight… Promise you I’m not going anywhere til you’re done…” He reassured. You kept nodding, probably not really paying any attention to what he was saying, when you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to your chest.

You felt your orgasm get closer and closer at each thrust and before you knew it, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head.

“P-Peter… Fuck Peter please ! Don’t… Don’t stop, God please, don’t !” You wailed, reaching down to play with your clit.

He watched in admiration as you pleasured yourself even more, right in front of his eyes. He pulled you by the waist and lost control of his thoughts as your pussy tightening around him. You came hard, crying out him name so loud that he felt like he would need to web your lips shut. Your juices drenched your panties further and coated his girth generously.

Feeling his own end get closer, he pulled out and came all over your exposed stomach. He didn’t even remember your dress hiking up that high but who cared honestly ? Not him.

Panting loudly, you both rested your eyes for a few seconds while trying to compose yourselves. You stayed still for a good few minutes before you suddenly started giggling which pushed him to giggle against your neck too.

“God, Pete ! Slept with you twice in less than fifteen days, maybe after the third we could make this a ritual thing between the two of us.” You chuckled, looking into his brown eyes

“Yeah I’m pretty sure people call that being friends with benefits.” He responded sarcastically. Taking a deep breath, he took your chin in his fingers and observed you in silence before smiling and kissing you on the forehead. He gave you two other sweet kissed on the nose and one last on the lips. Soon the innocent kiss turned into a heated one. As you opened your mouth to let his tongue in, he pulled away. Holding your chin, he slipped his thumb in your mouth and slightly regretted the idea when you started looking at him with these horrible doe eyes of yours. You were pushing him again, he wasn’t stupid and he was folding, fast.

It took him everything to shake his head as a sign of refusal.

“How about… Instead of this... with you, next time… I start by taking you out on a date ? To actually get to know you better, and not just the places that make you feel good.” He offers, a soft grin in his face.

Who would’ve expected Spiderman to be this smooth right ? And how could you say no ?

don't be in love with someone else...

Druig x Reader

Summary: Your mortal boyfriend of 6 months is going to tell you he loves you at his office Christmas party. Druig has been in love with you for 7000 years. He isn't handling this well.

slight angst with a happy ending ♡

WC: 1.8k

A/N: thank you for requesting an Enchanted fic anon! I'm so so sorry it took so long ♡ tell me what you think ♡

Looking out the foggy window, Druig drew shapes in the thick mist that his breath created. He could see the snow falling on the parked cars from the fourth-floor apartment window. It was peaceful this time of year; he found peace in the chaotic holiday season.

The normally quiet street was quite vibrant tonight. People hurrying home in the snowy weather, careful not to let their heavy shopping bags touch the wet floor. He looked at his transparent reflection in the window, colorful Christmas lights you insisted on putting up around the apartment created small patches of light on his fair skin.

He saw you emerge from the hallway, the sequins of your dress shimmering brightly. "How do I look?" you asked nervously, standing in the middle of the living room.

Beautiful. That was always the other Eternals response, even if he hadn't looked at you yet. He slowly turns around to face you, a small yet caring smile tugging at his lips. You stood nervously, your hands clasped in front of your lap. Your long sleeve dress was covered in large circle sequins, at least the sleeves would keep you warm in the winter air, the short hemline could never.

"You look- festive," he chuckled playfully. You cock your head and form a curious smile.

"Well, I'd hope so. It is a Christmas party," you countered as you began to hunt for your purse. "Do you think John will like it?" You ask him from the kitchen, the hesitation in your voice going over his head.

John, Druig thought bitterly. On the inside, he was scowling at the mention of the Wall Street finance protege. You'd been seeing him for the past six months after meeting him at a bar. "I'll give him a couple of years and we can move on before he realizes I can't age," you told the brunet Eternal that night.

That sentence haunted him till this very day. For 7000 years, he pined after you. 7000 excuses not to tell you he loved you. This year's excuse was that you found someone to spend a few years of your life with. "He'd be stupid not to like it," Druig managed to tell you eventually, taking a seat on the emerald-colored couch.

You put on a coat that John had gotten you to wear from a high-end place in Manhatten. Druig scowled at the faux fur coat. He knew you hated that jacket; you only wore it to make the blonde man with perfect teeth happy. "What are you going to do tonight?" you asked.

Druig peered down at the wood coffee table, a DVD case resting on a stack of books. "Kingo sent over an advanced copy of his next film for us. I was going to watch it and tell you how it is," he told you, biting the inner corner of his cheek. He bit it so tightly he faintly tasted the iron of his blood.

You rushed back into your bedroom and began to laugh, "Which one of us is he playing this time?" you shout.

"Erm... I think Gil?" He answered unsure, taking in context clues by Kingo's costume on the cover.

You hurried back into the living room, eyes glued to your cell phone as your free hand dug around inside your small purse. "Druig..." you say, placing your phone in your pocket, "I think John's going to tell me he loves me tonight."

Druig's heart stops beating, that sinking feeling in his stomach made him ill, all other sounds become white noise. Your comment echoed in his ears, all he could do was stare at the faded red wine stain on the rug below him. Tell her. Y/N, I love you. Say something. You're going to lose her. "What are you going to tell him?" he manages, struggling to speak.

You shrug your shoulders, looking at him with a worried expression. Tell me you love me as much as I love you, you thought shifting back and forth on your heels.

When Druig finally looked at you, your expression shifted. That cheerful smile you always had was masking the doubt. "Whatever feels right in the moment," you respond, faking a smile. Vague, in the ballpark, but vague. You did love John, you felt some kind of spark with the man, but it wasn't the wildfire Druig lit inside your heart. You practiced saying I love you in the mirror so many times but whenever you said "John" it felt bitter on your tongue. You replaced his name with Druig's once, it felt right. It felt like you were supposed to say it all your life.

He hummed, letting silence fill the decorated apartment. A sudden chime from your phone alerted you that the car was outside, "Have fun. Call me if you need me... or anything," Druig tells you reluctantly, knowing what that ding meant. He stood up and smoothed out his black sweatpants.

You smile excitedly in front of him, tucking your phone back into the pocket of your coat. The way your eyes shine when you talked about John being outside, the way your lips turned up in that million-dollar smile, and how you barely said a word to him before you left told Druig everything. You were in love with John.

It was like everything was happening in slow motion. Druig stood by the couch completely frozen as she watched you reach for the doorknob. Don't be in love with him, he screamed in his head. Don't be in love with someone else. But his lips were wired shut, and when he finally managed to open his mouth nothing came out. No desperate pleas or declarations of love. It was just silence until the door shut behind her with a soft click.

Kingo's movie played like comforting white noise, muffed in the Eternal's ears as he paced the floor aimlessly. He had his hands in his pockets, his thumbs tapping his thighs anxiously. All he could think about was you and the three words you would tell him in a fleeting moment. He hated the flashes of made-up senarios in his head like of John having his hands on your lower back, smiling as he introduced you to his co-workers, and of his undeserving lips on your skin. Druig wanted you to have the time of your life... just not with John. And that haunted him.

Hours had passed and Druig still couldn't focus, the question if you loved the banker swirled in his mind. He tried laying down, cleaning, hell he even tried to watch the movie Kingo sent him. Checking his phone for the third time in a minute there was no message from you. Midnight, he noted as he glanced at the illuminated numbers on the top corner of his screen.

He crossed the room slowly, almost zombie-like with a refilled glass of cold whisky. His tired blue eyes look out the window, shocked to find you and John standing on the icy sidewalk below your window. Druig squinted his eyes, leaning in to let his warm forehead touch the cold glass.

John didn't look happy, he had a sullen expression on his chiseled face. Something wasn't right. Wasn't this supposed to be the greatest night of your life? Why was it being cut short? Then he saw you slowly remove your jacket, gently placing it into John's extended hand. "Shit," Druig cursed under his breath as he found the sudden motivation to move quickly. Slamming his glass down on the table with a harsh thud and grabbing his leather jacket off the arm of the chair, he hurried out of the apartment.

"I'll see you around, Y/N," John told you sadly, mustering a small depressing smile. Your coat was clenched in his arms and with one final look, he walked away with his broad shoulders hunched.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, your cold hands delicately wiping them to avoid messing up the makeup you spent an hour on. A jagged breath escapes your lips. How were expected to face Druig now? You took a deep inhale with the cold air burning your lungs and turned around.

You didn't come face to face with a doorman in front of the doors but a familiar face. A worried face who held a leather jacket. "Druig," you whisper in disbelief, swallowing hard. You two stare at each other for a moment, surprised at the presence of each other.

He rushes to you and drapes the warm jacket around your barely covered shoulders. His eyes examined every inch of your face; the snowflakes that perfectly fell in your hair, your teary y/e/c eyes, and your red rose that challenged the famous reindeer's own. "Are you ok?" he asks gently, tugging the jacket closer to your body.

You avoided his loving gaze but nodded, "I'm fine," you answer meekly. The back of his hands brushed against the side of your cheek, removing one of the warm stray tears you didn't know fell.

"You don't look fine, Y/N."

You dared to look up, Druig's eyes were fixated on your face. "I couldn't do it," you tell him brokenly, a sob threatening to leave your throat. Druig furrows his eyebrows in confusion, his pink lips slightly parted. "I tried so hard to say that I loved him but I couldn't! The words never came out! I-I froze! He looked so hurt." You let the sob out, no longer holding back the tears.

Druig should have felt relieved that you didn't feel strongly about the mortal. What broke his heart was seeing you in so much anguish over it. "I love you," he blurts out suddenly, interrupting your sad ramble.

Your words came to a sudden stop, a warm feeling spreads across your entire body. His face becomes clear to you, no longer blurred by the tears. He was blushing a deep crimson, the falling snow practically melting as the snowflakes came into contact with the burning skin.

You already felt like you forgot how to breathe, now you were completely breathless, his words echoing in your mind. It felt like a lifetime standing on the cold streets with Druig searching for answers in your unreadable expression.

It was an instinct you didn't know you had until you were doing it. Grabbing Druig by the back of his neck to crash your lips into yours. A passionate kiss that puts all the ones in films to shame. His open hand quickly grasps your lower back, refusing to let you slip out of his grasp. You tangle your fingers in the soft locks of brown hair, sharply inhaling as your chest collides with his.

"You waited 7000 years to tell me you loved me?" you breathe as you part from his lips to catch your breath. Druig connected your foreheads and nodded slowly.

"I wished I told you before you met John. I wish I would've told you centuries ago," he sighs, counting all his mistakes. "I shouldn't have let you walk out that door tonight. I sh-"

"We're here now," you interrupt him calmly, "and I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you. When we saw each other across the room on the Domo."

He laughs in relief, "That's when I fell in love with you too."

Your laugh matches his, warm breaths mixing. His other arm snakes around you to pull you into a hug. With a soft hum, you bury your face into his neck. You weren't in love with someone else... your hearts belonged to each other from the very start.

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3 years ago

a glo up if i ever saw one

REBLOG NOW

‎”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!

It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG… FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts: 1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets. 2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing. 3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered. 4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots. 5] Number two is office parking lots/garages. 6] Number three is public restrooms. 7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught. 8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming. 9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands. 10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it. ———————————————————————————————————————————- POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER: 1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target. 3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent. 4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts. 5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there. 6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly. 7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble. ——————————————————————————————————————————- FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL …. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it. 2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives. 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) . b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot). 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN! 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry. If u have a heart or compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW ATLEAST PEOPLES WILL KNOW WATS GOIN IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information. I hope you all will Reblog. Lets See how many of you really care for this.

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wtfstxr

3 years ago

I am a clumsy person soooooo

Omg omg can you do regulus with a clumsy reader

yeah sure I guess, but it'll be similar to the tom one I think.

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➡ pairing : regulus black x reader.

➡ genre : fluff, humour.

➡ content/warning(s) : mentions of bruises and injuries, clumsy! reader.

➡ summary : just regulus taking care of his clumsy s/o.

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is a worried boy.

a little bit of clumsiness is understandable but everyday? yeah he kind of wants to put you on a leash ( and not in the kinky way- )

honestly offers you piggyback rides on the stairs so you don't trip and fall to your eternal doom.

knows alot of healing spells since he plays on the slytherin quidditch team.

is genuinely surprised by how clumsy you are.

"sweetheart, how do you manage to bruise yourself all over in a matter of hours?"

scared for your safety.

lots of handholding and blushing.

as time passes, it'll just be instinctual, a second nature to the two of you.

doesn't trust you alone on a broomstick.

lowkey wants to baby proof things since you keep stubbing your little toe and later on complaining about it to him.

kinda feels like a stressed mother.

is very protective of you.

kisses your injuries sometimes.

tells your friends to keep an eye on you when he's not around.

finds your clumsiness endearing.

does not trust you with certain spells and certainly keeps you away from potions work.

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wtfstxr

3 years ago

I’m gonna redo this on my TikTok,I did a video with this audio today but I will do it again

y/n: i love your hair!

sirius: thank you! i like your freckles..

y/n: really? i used to cover them up but.. you know.

regulus: *scoffs*

y/n: hm?

regulus: you’re supposed to be my potions partner..

y/n: i am..

regulus: no you’re not. you’re disloyal.

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wtfstxr

3 years ago

Him speaking french kills me

under the stars

regulus black x fem reader smut

warnings: smut, pet names, reg speaks french, oral (fem receiving), please tell me if i missed something!

summary: after not see regulus for a while, he sends a letter to meet you at the astronomy tower. he comforts you and makes up for your lack of physical affection.

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Good morning mon amour,

I hope you have been having a tremendous morning. I miss you an immense amount, I need to see your beautiful face immediately. Meet me at our spot in the astronomy tower, 10 pm.

Can’t wait to kiss those ravishing lips again,

R.A.B.

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wtfstxr

3 years ago

Oh man this was perfect ahhh

Shared secrets, sweaters, and sweet liquor (1.6k)

summary: autumn arrives at hogwarts, regulus and reader make the most of their final year there by sharing sweaters, secrets, and sweet liquor.

warnings: drinking

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

a/n: managed to write this because i had a really empty day today!! Hope you enjoy it, likes n reblogs r appreciated xxx

You set down the fork after taking the last piece of pie on your plate. In front of you sat Regulus Black with a toothless grin, a grin that's been on his face since the beginning of the feast. You couldn't help but light up at the thought of another of his mischievous endeavors.

"What is it, Black? You've been grinning since this feast started. Got something good on your mind?"

He only chuckled a little, pushing his plate in front of him to signal that he was done eating. "Later, after we finish.' He waved off, "Wait for me in the common room an hour after curfew."

Your cheeks grew warmer as you bit your lips and stared at him. His dark hair resting neatly on his forehead and his cheeks growing warmer himself.

It felt so easy with Regulus, and you wanted to keep doing this over and over again. The past seven years in Hogwarts running through your mind. Nostalgia peering around the corner as you replay the memories of you two, it had been so many wonderful years with him.

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It was later at night did your friends greet you goodbye, retiring to their own dorms as you stayed put in front of the fireplace. Regulus should be there any minute now, he'd promised to come down later after his dorm mates had gone to sleep.

You spent a few minutes there alone only curling up with your blanket, tucking your socked feet to the corner of the small loveseat.

A quiet patter of footsteps caught your ear then, smiling as you turned your head behind and saw Regulus with a sweater in his hands. "Sorry, Barty was cleaning up a little late." He offered a pity smile as he walked closer to you and dropped his body on the leather loveseat.

"No problem at all.' You smiled shyly as his thigh touched your feet. You took it as a sign to move your leg and make space for him. Your legs ended up propped on the small table in front of you. 'So, what was so exciting you wanted me here alone?"

Regulus hummed a quick tune, moving closer to you and mirroring your position as well. "Remember the party my parents had last summer? The time I went back home." You nodded at him, eyes never leaving his face.

"Oh yes. I highly remember your annoying letters waiting for me in my dorm." You recalled the memory to your brain. It felt so long ago, the time where Regulus sent you countless letters. Miss you, it contained—you flushed slightly at his sign off. But most of the letters were him complaining about the new robes his parents got for him, and of the girls he had to charm his way for marriage. Oh, you turned green just a little at that part of the letter.

"Well it turned out that there was something good that came of it after all." He grinned even wider. Now his hands went to the sweater and lifted a part of it to reveal a medium sized bottle of liquor.

"No!" You laughed with surprise, Regulus quickly shushing you with a panicked expression. "No!' The words turning to a whisper 'How? I thought the cabinet was so well guarded." You let our a surprised chuckle and he just shook his head.

"Well it was. But I managed to figure out the spell to open it." Regulus quickly handed the bottle over to you, leaned back casually and watched as you uncapped the cap.

"Oh Reg, you just made this night so much better. And here I was thinking you just couldn't wait to spend time with me."

He chuckled, "I can never wait to spend time with you Y/n. You know that." Both of you flushed at the same time the words were out of his mouth.

Your laugh came out nervously as you bought the bottle close to your lips and took a long sip. Then you handed the bottle over to Regulus and pointed to the sweater, "This for me?" You asked as he took a sip of the sweet liquor.

"Oh yeah, I know how cold you get what we stay here at night." He said so casually. So fucking casually. And yet those words meant so much to you. It meant that he knew you so well— of course he did. You spent the last seven years being glued to each other.

But it was different. Regulus thought of you; thought of how you wore so many layers and warm up in front of the fireplace but still get so cold. It was as if someone had tattooed it inside his brain permanently. He knew you. And you knew him. And you loved him for it, you've always loved him so hard for it.

—

It didn't take long for the bottle to quickly run out of content. At this point you were already laughing loudly and Regulus was rushing to your side, finger to your lips and voice in a whisper "Yn, Y/n. Be quiet, Merlin. Someone will catch us here." He said so seriously.

Regulus had changed his position, his upper body now placed atop your legs. You welcomed him with open arms, loving the weight of his body on you. You laughed again as your hands came to fluff up his dark hair. Once neat was already so mussed up. But you thought he looked so pretty that way. So pretty if he let everyone see how he acted around you.

One second you were silent, then you were both laughing at each other. Then he was shifting his body, slotting his body between your legs. His face upturned so that it was near yours, and you leaned down to him; not seeming to get enough of his beautiful grey eyes. Your faces so close, cheeks so flushed, tears even nearly escaping at the amount of laughter you've both let out.

"How— how strong is this stuff, Reg?" You hiccup, covering your mouth as your cheeks flush again with embarrassment.

He shrugged while a chortle could be heard, "I don't really know Y/n, I think it may be stronger than— than I thought." He laughed immediately after. "Oh Merlin, this will hurt tomorrow."

You snickered at him, the soft plane of your palm cupping his cheek. "Really? I wouldn't know, I've never been this drunk." Regulus pushed his face closer to your hand. He loved the feeling of your hands on his face, your fingertips caressing his cheeks lightly. He tried to hold in the urge to close the distance between you two and just plant his lips on yours.

"I'll take care of you." He whispers so softly you wouldn't have heard it if the laughter wasn't suppressed. "Al—' he hiccups, 'always."

You've never been this red before, cheeks so warm. His words made all the butterflies swarm in your pit. You lift your palm from the place it held on his cheek to swipe the hair that had flopped down to his forehead now.

"Can I share a secret with you?" You asked with your voice so low. Regulus thought right then that it was his time to die. He'd die after hearing how soft your voice was, how gentle and how lovely you looked right now.

Regulus was suddenly hyper aware of how good you looked in his giant sweater, the ends met your thigh and the sleeves touched your fingertips. It looked so big on you, it did on him too because of how lanky he was built. But he thought that you looked so much better than him in that sweater.

He blanked out for a while until you tapped his head, "Reg, you there?" He nods once and you clear your throat.

"Alright. Here goes … uh— I actually …' you took a small breath and pushed more black hair behind his ear. "I'm actually crazy for you."

Regulus looked up, eyes wide. Your heart was pounding as he opened his mouth and shut it again, not sure what to say. "It would be nice if you said something, you know?" You say playfully. All while he was still staring at you, not believing his ears for one second.

"I— you …" He stuttered out, you thought it was adorable how red and wide eyed he became at your words. Another laugh escaped your lips and he was undone. "Y/n …, I've been— Well I've been trying to figure out how to say that to you since we've met, you know that?" He says so easily, occasionally hiccups and trampling over his words. "And I'm so glad, I mean so glad you said that because I— Merlin I …"

Your hands stopped messing with his hair and instead cupped his cheeks. You leaned your face down, hair spilling over your head and grazing Regulus' forehead. You were positioned a head above him so you could see his face clearly now.

"Would it just be easier if I just kissed you?"

Regulus flushed, cleared his throat and then, "Please."

You closed the gap between the two of you almost immediately. The room felt so hot now that you were so close to him, so warm against him. Your lips moved in sync, both dancing and breathing each other's scent at the same time.

Your hands were all over his hair, never seeming to get enough of the black kinks. He smiles in the middle of the kiss, his heart leaping just a little when you pull back for a huff of air.

—@ wrathspoet

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