#and i know it was just excitement that got being excited to find that they could still partner with people in a non-romantic sense

[cyberlillies]

how caleb gets you used to his huge cock!

wc: 1.3k

you have always whined about how caleb's too big, and that you are afraid that you won't be able to take him. caleb's solution? make you cockwarm him any and every opportunity he gets. maybe he's reading a new physics book, or assembling a new plane model, or maybe playing the latest console game, he will always have you split on his huge length.

he'll have you wear short skirts and thongs around the house, making sure he has easy access to you. all he needs to do is flip over your skirt, push aside the thin material of your panties and you're ready, almost always dripping wet for him.

"we'll make your pretty little pussy mold to the size of my cock. you want it to fit, right, pipsqueak?”

you nod fervently as he settles you on his lap, facing him. barely pulling his boxers down, he pumps his cock, getting it hard and ready to penetrate you. his other hand works furiously on your clit, fingers rubbing random shapes to get you nice and wet for him. you let out small moans as you grind on his hand, nudging his fingers towards your slit. he knows what you want, you know that he knows what you want, yet he'll delay giving it to you till you have orgasmed atleast once from your clit.

his fingers find your hole, two of them thrusting into you and wasting no time in making you cum. you moan uncontrollably as you shake on his lap, his fingers curling inside you, stretching out your walls and pressing against the bumpy surfaces. you can hear the squelching sounds and feel the cold air hit your stretched hole as caleb sets an unimaginable pace on your poor pussy.

you soon squirt all over his lap, wetting his pants with your juices. red tinting your cheeks, you gingerly look down at the wet patch on his jeans, and then back up at him. he doesn't care in the slightest. instead he's bringing up his fingers to lick away at the nectar you released, groaning at your taste. maybe it was from all the apples he fed you, but he could swear you taste just like them.

his cock remains neglected, standing proud and tall, veins climbing up and rushing blood into every part of his thickness. his tip is gleaming with the precum it released and you're tempted to taste him, just like he tasted you. before he could register it, you swipe the precum building on his slit, a glob of it now sitting on your index finger as you wrap your lips around it. you feel him, he's salty and thick, with an earthiness that had you moaning.

"you naughty girl." caleb can't help but groan, his cock quivering from the slightest touch to his slit.

"you did it first." you stick out your tongue at him.

he laughed, a hand squeezing your face. "you really like it huh? how about we train your mouth next? you can taste me all you want.” he playfully slaps your cheeks a couple times.

your eyes widen, betraying your excitement at his suggestion. he can't help but chuckle, "fuck... you're so desperate, pipsqueak. i'll give you everything you need, all in due time.”

he's rubbing the head of his cock against your wet folds, preparing to push in. you whine as he enters you, pushing past your tight walls. you feel like you're getting torn apart from how thick he is, despite this being like the millionth time you've taken him. tears line your eyes as you hold the hand guiding his cock into you.

"it hurts? do you want to stop?" caleb sounds concerned, his thumb swiping at the tear building in your eye.

"n-no... let me... let me do it at my own pace…”

your arms are wrapped around his neck as his hands find your waist, guiding you slowly down his length. you can't help but roll your hips as he breaches into you once again. your walls clench around him, making it harder for him.

"relax." he winces, your tight walls suffocating him.

"i-i'm trying…" your chest heaves up and down, trying to steady your breathing and relax your muscles.

“shh.. i’ve got you.” caleb runs soothing hands down your back.

you continue sinking down his cock, his head soon hitting your g-spot. you throw your head back, stilling in his hold. your legs are trembling as you feel the burn in your lower area. you feel so completely full, yet when you look down you can see a considerable amount of caleb’s cock still left unsheathed.

you whine in frustration, “you're too big!”

“should i take that as a compliment?” caleb smirked.

you roll your eyes, a pout on your lips.

“you don't like it?” he’s like a kicked puppy.

“i never said that.” you reply a little too quickly. “just… i want to take all of you… but i can't!”

caleb caresses your face. “we don't need to hurry, pipsqueak. we have all the time in the world. i assure you i’ll make it fit.”

you look at him, forehead scrunched, still doubtful at his words.

“do you trust me?” caleb asks.

“yes.” there's no question about it.

“let me take care of you then.”

caleb lifts up your hips a little, letting his cock rub against your walls, stimulating and loosening them. he presses you down, his tip now hitting the spongy mouth of your womb. your walls clench around him as your juices leak down his shaft. he grunts in your ear, still trying to push upwards, trying to get whatever inches remain inside you.

your voice rings across the entire room. eyes rolled back into your skull, nails scratching caleb’s arm, you have never been touched so deep. you roll your hips, trying to get comfortable, causing caleb's cock to twitch inside you. he holds you still, his self-control millimetres away from fraying away.

you like how he's trying to hold back, it makes you want to tease him. rolling your hips again, this time a slow, deliberate grind, tightening your walls around his cock, you glance at him, lips curling in a smug smile. sweat coats caleb's forehead, his darkening gaze locked onto you.

“don't get cheeky with me.” caleb warns in a low voice, his deep tone igniting a new fire in your gut.

“what, can't control your—ahhn!” you yelp as caleb punishes you with a mean thrust of his hips.

you can feel his balls hit your folds, he was now completely inside you. a warmth bloomed inside you, his thickness at the core of it. his head is squishing your womb and his cock literally reshaping your insides. his shape is imprinted on you, the bulge on your lower belly a reminder of how tight of a fit it was.

your whole body is constricted by a foreign force. unable to move even an inch, you helplessly whimper. you're completely at caleb's mercy. his hips stutter, thrusting into you shallowly, still reeling from your mischief earlier. your walls constrict his cock, sucking him in and holding him snug inside. he runs a comforting palm over your womb, tracing his form on you.

“f-fuck, you love acting like a brat, don't you, pipsqueak?” he breathes out the nickname that once held an innocent connotation. you moan his name in response, neither a denial or affirmation of his question.

minutes pass and caleb feels your walls relax. he releases his evol and you immediately hit his chest with your fist, grumbling as you wrap your arms around him, nestling into his chest as he remains sheathed deep in you.

“i’ll get back at you for this, just you wait.” you fake annoyance.

caleb’s chest rumbles against your flushed skin as he lets out a laugh at your sinful, yet adorable visage.

“sure, sure. now stay still and be a good girl for me, okay?”

[car-o-line]

HIII!!! I LOVE YOU'RE POPPY PLAYTIME WORK SO MUCH!!! Could you do a jack kevin and matthew where the reader was jacks younger sibling and came back to the factor years later in there teens and a little reunite with each other (I NEED THEM TO BE BROUGHT OUT OF THE FACTORY AND READER SAYING TO DOEY BEACUSE THEY ARE 3 KIDS "So does that mean I have 3 brothers now?" Or somtehing like that sorry for this being long lol)

THE POPPY PLAYTIME STREAK CONTINUES🙏🙏🙏 this is literally adorable, if y/n and Jack are happy then I’m happy as well.

The Doey consciences with Jacks younger sibling who reunites with him<3

Info:

I think Jack is around 8 or something, so for the sake of that let’s just say that he was born in 1985 and made into Doey in 1993.

You were 4 years younger than Jack so you were 4 when he “passed” away.

Now you’re 13 and the reason you’re at Playcare is because you turned into an orphan there when erm, Kevin(I think) killed both your and Jacks parents.

You weren’t brought down to the labs like the other orphans, instead you snuck away from the Prototypes sight and paired up with Poppy to save the other orphans.

Sorry if this makes no sense, y/n lore is weird.

Also this is me editing, half of Jacks stuff is based about a whole ton of things so sorry about that😭

Jack Ayers:

He adored you when he had a normal life.

He would always be excited to play games or toys with you even if the toys you chose weren’t to his liking.

You were actually at the Playtime visit when Jack fell into the vat of dough, but the memory was so vague you could barely remember it.

All you knew is that your older brother, who wasn’t even that old, had gotten into an accident at the Playtime facility.

Then your parents got a call, a call to come visit the factory and see their “son” again. It would lead to their demise.

“Yes. It’s mommy and daddy and y/n! you remember, don’t you?”

“Leave. Me. Alone.”

“Hey. Hey, you’ll be okay. I promise. Mommy’s only here to talk.”

“No, no I don’t WANT to talk. Get out!”

“Susan, I think we should leave…”

“Jackie, I’m staying right here. I’m not leaving you. Not ever again, do you hear me?”

“The gentle voices lie. I know what they do, they lie..and they poke..and they hurt!”

“Mommy won’t lie to you, mommy won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you-”

“Hey… hey open this door! Oh god, Susan! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR LET Y/N AND I OUT! PLEASE-”

Unfortunately, both your mother and father died during that incident, that’s how you could recall everything. Their death was recorded on the VHS tape.

You were saved by a scientist who grabbed you out the last minute before Doey could do any harm to you.

After that you were brought down to the orphanage.

Fast forward into when you run into Pianosaurus and he tried to attack you.

And we all know what happened to him :(

But it’s okay because he wanted to kill you(I’m gaslighting myself rn)

Anyway! Matthew who was in charge at the time was shocked to see a child who was barely even a teenager.

So, he lead you to Safe Haven right away, he didn’t need a kid to be doing tasks for him and Poppy.

You went with him without resistance because even if you didn’t admit it, you were tired as hell.

You rested up in Safe Haven, unlike the player the toys were actually welcoming towards you. Some even recognized you as their past friend.

But there was a specific boy who recognized you more than anyone.

“I know them..I love them.”

“Huh..? Jack, you just met Y/n.”

“Y/n..y/n Ayers. Y/n Ayers right?!”

My boy was saying that out of excitement.

He let his emotions take him over and immediately went to go find you.

He was a bit overwhelming to say the least, Matthew had to calm him down.

Eventually he did calm down and Matthew and Kevin left him in control so he could speak with you as his brother.

He sat down on the ground while you laid in one of the Safe Haven beds. He grabbed your hand in his and played with your finger tips, curious.

You both talked for a bit, he apologized profusely for everything you’ve been through.

He told you about Matthew and Kevin, to which you asked if that meant that you have 3 brothers now. He pouted for a moment before nodding slightly, if it also went by his logic they were also his brothers. So it’d make sense that they’re your brothers as well.

Matthew Hallard:

Okay first off.

He’s pissed at Poppy for letting a CHILD do her dirty work for her, so he’ll definitely have a discussion with her about that later.

He’s more focused on not letting you out of Safe Haven for now, trying to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be in a place like this.

Then he overheard something odd from Jack, talking to Kevin.

“We they were tinier, I’d let them ride my back like a horse..they really liked it.”

“Hm.”

“When who was younger Jack?”

“Me and Y/n! They’re my family!”

He immediately whipped his head towards him, calling a “I’m sorry?” at that.

It makes him remember when those people came by, saying Jack was their son. And a little child in their father’s arms, that was you. They killed your parents.

Either you didn’t mention it or completely forgot since it was long ago, either way he felt horrible. Even if it wasn’t directly his fault, he was part of the reason you were here. In this hell.

He made extra sure to treat you as gently and as kindly as he could, and make Kevin behave himself around you. He thought that it could bring flashbacks that you don’t want to remember.

Once you figured out about Jack being part of Doey, and talked with him a bit, Matthew asked you a few questions himself.

Nothing deep, just what your favorite animal was, or your favorite toy at Playtime was. Just a few icebreakers.

When you asked him if him and Kevin were basically your brothers now since they’re apart of Jack he gave you a wink and his signature smile.

(he thought you were too cute he could die)

“Of course!! Everyone here is family, especially us four.”

Kevin Barnes:

Like Matthew, Kevin was a bit pressed about Poppy having such a young person to fill out her list of commands, but he wasn’t too upset that he had to scream at her about it, he just thought she was stupid. Because, thinking logically, they were all kids. So what’s one more going to change?

He was wrong🫶

He was..more tolerant around you. Matthew tells him that you’ve been through enough already and that you needed to stay in Safe Haven and get rest, and he actually agreed with that himself.

Butttttttttttttt, he’s more thoughtful about he, Matthew and Jack, more than a teenager he just met.

That was until Jack said something about you.

“Kevin! Let me tell you something!”

“No-”

“I know Y/n!”

“Me too.”

“No, like before everything! They’re my family!”

“What.”

So that’s how Kevin started to pity you<3

He took the liberty of asking Matthew about you, information that he got from Jack..and that odd VHS tape.

Just because he finds you tolerable, that doesn’t mean he likes you(he loves you like you a sibling and he hates it)

So when you asked him if that since Jack is your brother, and that he’s stuck with him and Matthew that makes you and him siblings to.

His eyes watered a bit but shhhh(he needs a hug)

He still said you were a dumbo.

#Kevin’sLoveLanguage

I hate my life my writing was way too confusing to be this long😭

[havinghorns]

As just like, a real talk thing since I'm being mushy...life's been so stressful. My boyfriend is working but essentially disabled with an atypical cluster headache disorder that we're struggling to find the correct cocktail of drugs to treat. My girlfriend is our only car owner/driver and she broke her leg about a month ago so transportation's been difficult.

Everyday I work with folks getting gender affirming surgeries who are rightfully worried that tomorrow they could be illegal, or at least, no longer covered by insurance, and of course, I worry about this too, for all of their sakes, and, selfishly, for my own--I don't know what I'll do if I lose this job. I only have job experience in customer service and lgbtq healthcare admin, and if trans people are just no longer acceptable in public facing roles, what will I do?

Job hunting was already humiliating when I went through it 6 years ago. I live in a very blue, very safe city, but I still got people that sounded excited on the phone/email suddenly get less interested when I showed up in person with "Eric" on my resume but looking as I do. I pass better as male now, but I never got my name or gender marker changed because it's super pricey in my city, so that's not really an improvement, and I'd still be outed as trans right away.

It is possible I may be coming into a fairly large sum of money from a court settlement at some point soon, which would help us all at least be able to stop renting, but I can't plan for what's not certain, so I'm just kind of stuck right now, with little I can do to prepare.

I'm doing what I can, I'm reaching out more to friends and community, I'm going to church (Episcopal--I'm not exactly faithful but I believe in what they're doing and they believe in supporting us and actual communities in need) I'm pulling out of a lot of tech services because why should I feed this awful beast? I'm fixing up what I own and I'm not buying anything but food and art supplies and trying to get these from better places. Trying feels better than nothing.

But it's tough. I'm not looking for sympathy I more just think it's good to know where others are at, that we're not alone in our stress and precariousness.

[love-likenoother]

Stray Kids Fic Recs

• empty words by @4linos : you thought you’d tell him about the pregnancy with excitement, but his cold rejection shatters your hopes. Now, with everything crumbling, you must figure out how to move forward | angsty!! (i felt emotions i never thought i had with this one :') )

• home sweet home by @havenhyunjin : texts with your roommate, who apparently low key wants to be more. | cutest pining and fluff

• still trying by @jsabimi : cute painter hyune x pining after a closed hearted reader | a new series but writer is a fave of mine and has amazing humor so i'm looking forward to this series with sweetheart hyune, pining, fluff, suggestive and angst

• echoes of love by @astraystayyh : If given the choice would you love minho again? yes, you would've once said in a heartbeat. but now, you aren't sure of your response anymore. | amazing angst and tension, my heart was beating like crazy for a lot of this mini series got me sweating in my seat lmao

• insecurity w felix by @thewinter-eden : You and your best friend Felix love to bake together, and lately he has been ON FIRE with the pastries. Unfortunately, being secretly in love with Felix, you start to worry that his habit (love language) of sharing his treats with you is causing you to gain too much weight. | angst, as a bigger girlie this really touched my soul :')

• ot8 he ruins your birthday by @chlix | angst..again lol but its the best kind and really well written i promise

• attitude adjustment w seungmin by @baby-yongbok | smut

• i'm in love with you!! by @giddyfatherchris : bff to lovers w felix! | pure fluff

• wishful thinking by @withleeknow : cute lee know being soft and pining after reader | okay..this series!!!! it got me into reading series i used to be a short fic only person but this one is so good it made me want to find other good ones. fluff, smut, angst

• the best that is yet to come by @cbini | yknow that vampire chan pic........ yeah :) smut

• thoughts of him by @hwajin | it's a cute little museum of hyunjin mix of fluffy stuff and smut

• when you cancel plans bc you're feeling insecure by @hyunjins-orange-slice-too : hurt/comfort | okay this is also something i relate too wayyyy too well and the way this was written, like. felt like i was healing. (write also just writes amazing chan stuff in general and abt things i feel other writers dont write abt so is def a comfort blog)

• ot8 he calls you clingy series by @dazed-xx | one of my favorite origional clingy series she did a long time ago super angsty

• ot8 loving on chubby gf by @charmerchannie | so cute and again, makes me all warm, fuzzy and worthy as a bigger girl, lil angsty and fluffy

[loverboysturn]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ the cheer team have an announcement that neither popular!chris or cinderella!reader saw coming !

read this blurb before the below so everything makes sense :) you can find all other writings for this au here.

a/n: buckle in eeekkkk. it’s the big one!

it was a normal monday afternoon, which was being spent with your best friend at the library, your heads buried in your text books, studying for a test you had coming up, followed by the late closing shift tonight at the diner. you always took the time out to study before work, seeing it as some calm before the chaos.

the quiet hum of the library was suddenly interrupted by the crackle of the loudspeakers overhead of you. your focus on the paragraph you were reading broken when the voice of one of the cheerleaders comes over the speaker, as bubbly and as loud as ever.

“ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS, THIS IS YOUR CHEER TEAM! WE ARE CALLING ON EVERYONE TO COME JOIN US IN THE GYMNASIUM RIGHT NOW. COME GET IN THE SPIRIT FOR THE BIG FOOTBALL GAME THIS FRIDAY!”

you exchange a look with your best friend, raising an eyebrow but before you could say anything, she lets out a dramatic sigh and rolls her eyes, “we aren’t actually going to go, are we?”

“looks like we are,” you mutter, studying the room around you to see most people were gathering their stuff and making their way to the gym. you stand up, tossing your history book in your bag and grab your best friends hand, pulling her to her feet. “come on, whatever nonsense it is, we can just laugh about later.”

the gymnasium was packed when you arrived, buzzing with energy. excited students were chatting amongst themselves, all speculating the reason for the cheer team’s mysterious assembly. you manoeuvre your way through the crowd, only stopping momentarily, when you see matt. he wanted to talk to your best friend, of course, but chris was there too so you kept your head down and continued forward.

eventually, you found a spot together in the back. your eyes scanned the room, finding the front, where the cheerleaders were all gathered, led by the head cheerleader stood front and center, making it all about her, as always. her mischievous grin catching your attention, but you don’t linger on her for too long when you catch sight of chris again. even from a distance, you can’t help but notice how heavy his presence is in the room, the way everyone’s eyes seem to be on him.

the room gradually quieted down as the head cheerleader stepped forward, an aura of confidence radiating from her. “alright, alright, everyone!” her voice rang through the gym, sending a wave of excitement through the crowd. “we know why you’re here. you’re here to get hyped for friday night’s big game!”

the crowd erupted into cheers making the football team become overly excitable at the attention, some fellow students surrounding them started to slap chris on the back as he smiled awkwardly.

her grin stretched wider as her eyes scanned the crowd. “but that’s not all we’ve got for you today,” her voice was full of mischief, “we’ve got something that’s going to shake you all up, get the adrenaline in here pumping.”

“so now,” she raised her voice, dramatically drawing out the suspense. “i know all of you,” she said, looking around the room. “just like myself, are huge fans of our amazing football captain, chris.” she gestured towards him, and the cheerleaders beside her held up signs that read “CHEER!” prompting the crowd to cheer in response.

“as we have all seen for ourselves,” she continues, “he’s been playing exceptionally well these last few months. but… do we know the reason why?”

the cheerleaders either side of her, swapping round the signs they were holding, the words WHY written in big red letters, prompting the room to shout it back in unison, which they did.

“because our very special golden boy…” her eyes gleaming, an evil smile tugging at her lips. “has fallen in love.”

you freeze, your blood running cold as the cheerleaders held up new signs saying “AWW” which makes the room around you erupt again, copying the words on them, your eyes flicker over to your best friend but hers are already met with yours. she leaned in close, whispering to you with a tone of urgency, “what the fuck.”

before you could respond, the cheerleader’s voice broke through the noise of the excited audience in front of her. “and i bet you’re all wondering..” she trailed off, grin widening as she took in every second. “who’s his lucky mystery girl? the one behind those late night love confessions? the one fuelling our football captain to play like the star he is.”

a wave of anxiety crashes over you instantly, every eye in the room switching between the cheerleader and chris, but the atmosphere is thick with tension. the crowd had fallen into a silence as the cheerleader paced back and forth, a grin still apparent on her face.

“we’re not going to just tell you who she is,no, we’re going to make you all guess.” she says, before turning to chris. “so before we start, chris… any guesses?”

“stop this shit, now.” he growled, you could see that the tension between them was getting heavier by the second, “this isn’t fuckin’ funny.”

she was relentless, completely ignoring him. “first hint!” she smirked, a tone of excitement in her voice. “chris’s mystery lady likes to keep very much to herself.”

she pauses, letting the words hang in the air, her eyes scanning round the room watching everyone take her words in, some beginning to whisper guesses amongst each other.

“second hint,” she continues, smile still intact. “you have all seen her, always at a certain place when everyone else is off doing their own thing. sometimes you’ll see early in the morning, or maybe you might even see her late at night..” she adds.

as she speaks, you scan the gym, your heart racing with what is inevitably about to happen, when you make eye contact with nick, he’s standing with the photography club, watching the whole thing unfold, and the moment your eyes meet with his, he’s giving you a sympathetic look. he mouths something to you, and though you can’t hear him, you catch the words: “this has nothing to do with me.”

the cheerleader stops walking back and forth now, stopping in the middle, her line of vision now direct with you. “last and final hint,” she’s making eye contact with you, her voice dropping and there’s a dramatic pause before she speaks up, “she makes the best strawberry milkshake in town.”

the room falling silent for a second before realisation washes over like a wave.

all eyes are on you instantly and you can feel your best friend tugging your hand trying to pull you away and get you out of here. your heart is pounding in your chest. the whispers begin again, starting off quiet at first but they start growing louder by the second. the gym starts to like it’s closing on you as the weight of everyone’s gaze feels suffocating.

“now,” the cheerleader wasn’t done yet, taking full advantage of the silence of the room that had fallen back into a stunned silence, “let’s give it up for our very own diner girl” the crowd’s whispers growing louder and louder. “i hope you two live happily ever after.”

“cut the shit,” you hear matt yell, his voice low but sharp. he’s looking straight at her, “i knew you were mean but you’re crossing a fuckin’ line with this.”

you stand frozen, trying to keep your breathing steady, then your eyes meet with his.

chris.

for a split second, it feels like it’s just you and him. his expression is one of shock, quickly replaced by a silent realisation, as if he is asking himself, how had he not seen that it was you all along? the questions hang heavy in the air between you, he’s searching you for all the answers, ones you just can’t give to him right now.

it’s all too much and before your mind can catch up to your body, you’re running. you can’t think straight, and you don’t even know where you’re running to but all you know is that you need to get away from here, away from all the eyes, the attention and the whispers.

the gym doors swing open, and the cool air hits you in an instant, your heart is racing, reminding you that everything has changed now. you’re completely known to chris, you’re a secret that is no longer hidden, and the weight of that is crashing down on you with every step you take but you don’t stop running.

your best friend’s voice calls after you, but you can’t stop until you’re off campus and away from the humiliation of everything that had just happened.

as you round the corner, you hear a voice call your name again, but this time it’s not your best friend, it’s chris’s voice and his words hit you like punch to the gut.

“please don’t run from me again.”

your body hesitates, for a split second, as if you might turn around, but the fear of rejection takes over causing you to run faster. the realisation then hits you, you ran from him at the party when you found out who he was, and you’re running from him now, but you can’t stop.

you don’t stop, you can’t. not yet, not until you’ve figured out what to do next.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Nerd gojo x nerd reader headcanons pt 3

_Part 2_

Nerdjo! X nerdreader! Lmao guys I don't know it takes time to think for a scenario for nerd gojo!

♡ Gojo, the hopeless overthinker-After catching you reading a book on quantum mechanics, he stares at you for an entire class.

His mind is in overdrive.

“What does she know that I don’t?”

You glance up from your book and notice him staring.

Your expression doesn’t change, just a slight raise of the brow.

He starts questioning reality. He wonders if maybe you’re an alien who landed to study humans.

He’s not sure if he’s scared or in awe.

♡ Gojo, the performance artist-He’s in class, casually tossing out random knowledge to impress everyone.

You’re sitting right next to him, completely unfazed.

He throws out an elaborate theory about space-time continuums.

You glance at him, and in that cool, calculated tone of yours, you say, “Actually, there’s a counter-theory that suggests…”

He’s frozen stunned.

You just corrected him.

He’s in shock. He didn’t even realize there was a counter-theory.

♡ Gojo, the never-satisfied challenger-It’s become a ritual now. He challenges you to random things just to get a reaction.

One day, he walks into the library where you’re reading again and says, “I bet you can’t solve this one faster than me.”

You just stare at him like he's a child.

He watches you effortlessly solve the puzzle in seconds.

His brain breaks.

“Okay… you win. Again.”

He mumbles it like he’s been defeated, even though you both know he never stood a chance.

You just blink, your face a mask of indifference.

♡ Gojo, the insufferable over-achiever-He throws a math challenge your way in class, but it’s no longer about the challenge.

It’s about getting you to look up at him.

When you solve it in seconds, he pretends to be devastated.

“How… How do you do it?!”

You don’t even flinch. You just mutter, “It’s all about applying basic principles, Gojo.”

He finds it so frustrating but can’t help but admire you for it.

This feeling of being outmatched starts to gnaw at him, but it excites him too.

♡ Gojo, the dumbstruck fool-One day, he just can’t take it anymore. He watches you at lunch, reading your book with so much focus.

He interrupts your concentration with a dramatic gesture, throwing his arms out.

“You can’t possibly be that focused!”

You look up, raise an eyebrow, and say, “Well, Gojo, focusing is a part of my natural process of learning. You should try it sometime.”

His jaw drops.

The fact that you just casually insulted him makes him both irritated and in love at the same time.

♡ Gojo, the unintentional simp-He’s in class, trying to act all cool and aloof, but his eyes are constantly shifting to where you’re sitting.

You never seem to notice.

He can’t stop thinking about how you’re always so calm, always so collected.

One day, he catches himself staring at you for way too long.

His heart skips a beat when you finally look up and catch his gaze.

You don’t say anything. You don’t even smile.

But the look in your eyes… it makes his heart race.

He looks away like a fool, muttering under his breath. “What the hell is happening to me?”

♡ Gojo, the clingy puppy-He shows up to the library one day to find you reading, of course.

He’s spent the last few hours thinking of ways to get your attention.

He plops down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you reading?”

You glance at him for a second and say, “A book on theoretical physics.”

He stares at you, unblinking. “Sounds boring.”

You stare back, saying nothing, then go back to reading.

He can’t help himself anymore he leans over and practically whispers in your ear,

“I think you’re kinda cool, you know?”

Your response is the most distracting part of his life.

You don’t even look up. “And I think you should stop distracting me.”

♡ Gojo, the underestimator-He once convinced himself that he could outwit you in everything.

So when the next mission is announced, he’s all cocky about it.

“I’ve got this in the bag. No one’s a better strategist than me.”

But when the team assembles to discuss the mission, you outshine him with every point you bring up.

“You didn’t consider the potential outcomes of that tactic, Gojo.”

His face turns bright red. He tries to play it cool, but you’ve already won this round.

He’s still muttering about it later, trying to convince himself that it was just a fluke.

But deep down, he’s starting to see you as more than just his rival.

♡ Gojo, the frustrated genius-He’s notorious for his smug attitude, his self-proclaimed genius status.

But you, Y/N, have officially cracked the code.

He’s secretly obsessed with trying to figure you out.

There’s no logic in his mind to explain why he can’t stop thinking about you.

He finds himself watching you from afar, wondering if he could ever measure up to your calm intellect.

“Why does she have to be so perfect?” he thinks, but only when he’s alone.

The thought torments him and keeps him up at night.

♡ Gojo, the declaration of affection-One evening, after yet another failed attempt at getting your attention, he stands in front of you.

The usual smirk is gone.

“I think… I think I like you.”

You blink.

He’s waiting for you to say something clever, to shut him down.

But you don’t.

You just stare at him with that unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I know,” you finally say, casually flipping through your book.

He’s left speechless, heart racing in a way he’s never felt before.

The realization hits him hard. You’re so far above him, and yet, he’s already in too deep.

♡ Gojo, the love-struck fool-He can’t help it. No matter how much he tries to deny it, he’s falling for you.

Every interaction, every glance, every indifferent comment you make only makes him more obsessed with you.

But he’s Gojo Satoru, and he’s never been the type to give up so easily.

He’s decided.

He’s going to make you notice him.

No matter how hard it gets, no matter how impossible it feels,

He’s going to win this challenge.

And it’s going to be the best battle of his life.

@syrooo @11v1ngzomble @dekusdante @inoluvrr @hel1nn

[inaala-nailo]

The batcave is silent, other than the sound of Tim’s panicked breathing. He sees something move out of the corner of his eye, and flinches - his eyes shooting out lasers again, only for Clark to block them with his hand. Saving Dick who’d stepped toward the pair, his eyes glinting with suspicion.

Clark, meanwhile, is staring down at Tim with a look of hope, warring with doubt and lingering hate. He still remembers when he discovered Connor, and if this is another clone situation-!

But it’s not. It can’t be. Because this is Tim! Tim, who went searching the world for Bruce (Bruce. Bruce is alive, oh my God-). Clark kept an ear out for Tim the whole time, but the kid never called, and now he’s here and he’s scared, and he feels like Family-

“Tim.”

The boy flinches again, taking a shaky step back. Keeping his eyes on Clark even as Dick steps forward again. Not wanting to hurt anybody.

“Tim, what-? What’s going on? You know Batman doesn’t allow Meta’s in Gotham, did you lie-?”

Clark realizes a second too late what the frightened boy is going to do, and when he blinks, Timothy is gone. Using his newfound powers to escape (why was Dick talking like that? Dick, the first robin, who loved Jason and loves Damian as his own Robin. Why is he treating Tim like an enemy-?)

Clark grits his teeth, and turns to face Bruce. Bruce who’s alive, and well, and he should be happy to see him. But Timothy-

“Go after him.” Bruce stares Clark in the eyes as he speaks. All the authority he carries as Batman, as a member of the justice league, holding up his posture. But his eyes hold only the pleading worry of a parent who knows he made a mistake. “Please.” His eyes dart to Dick, and he frowns. “I’ll handle things here.”

Clark nods, before leaving the batcave. If it were anyone else, any other super being, Clark might not have been able to find them so quickly. But now that he’s felt his powers, now that he’s felt that connection that just screams family-…

He finds Tim on the roof of Arkham, crying his eyes out while holding his head in his hands. Clark touches down on the roof, and Tim flinches hard. (Oof. Yeah, getting used to all the senses isn’t going to be fun…)

Clark floats over, so as not to hurt the poor boy’s hearing again. And he says nothing, waiting for Tim to be ready. Just floating there, protecting, making sure Tim knows that he’s there for him.

“…Dick doesn’t understand.” When Tim finally spoke, his voice was scratchy with tears. “He thought I was crazy, going to find Batman. Said I needed to get help…then we started arguing a lot. ‘S part of why I left.”

Clark looked down at the asylum, then back up to Tim. “Is that why we’re here?” The boy still flinched when he whispered, but not as hard as before. Good, he was adapting.

Tim shook his head. “No. The bats won’t all come out to Arkham unless there’s a breakout.” He snorted. “They don’t want to panic anyone. No…I came here so I could think in peace.”

The boy kicked his feet on the ledge of the building, sniffling once before wiping his nose. “I’m terrified of hurting them. Of killing them like I did with those assassins-“

And Clark gets it. He does, he really does - he’s killed on accident before. Hell, he’s killed on purpose - not that he ever wants to think about that. But he will never forget the time he accidentally crushed Ma Kent’s hand when he got too excited.

“You might.” He whispers, moving closer and placing a hesitant hand on Tim’s back. Sighing in relief when the boy doesn’t flinch. “Growing up, I hurt my ma a few times on accident. But…she’s my ma. She’s my family, just like you’re theirs.”

He smiled at Timothy as he raised his head to look at Clark, eyes red rimmed and puffy. “What Bruce said - and yes, I was listening - he didn’t mean it the way you think. Bruce doesn’t…he doesn’t do emotions. He cares. And if you hurt him, on accident or on purpose, he won’t hold it against you.”

“Because he’s your dad.”

Clark really should have expected the waterworks after that. Bruce was never known to show people he cared - why should Clark have thought he’d call Tim his son? But he was. Tim was Bruce’s son. And if Bruce and the bat clan didn’t want to admit it?

…well, there will always be space in the Kent family for another Kryptonian.

Clark is not the only kryptonian survivor.

Tim drake unknown to him was not only adopted but an alien as well.

But unlike Clark his powers didn’t kick in, most likely due to lack of sunlight or something.

That was all about to change, while looking for proof of Bruce being lost in time.

His powers activate whether due to having more heighten emotions or being out in the sun more.

They kick in as he was about to be stabbed in the spleen by league of spiders members.

But that’s not why they activated not to save his own skin.

He was watching his temporarily team mates being slaughtered, and that’s when red comes from his eyes and before he knew it, he was surrounded by bodies. By bodies he killed by lived he had taken.

He doesn’t have time to process this, he’s gotta save Bruce he will deal with this later.

And he doesn’t deal with that later even after saving Bruce, however the build up emotions the trauma and no one even discussing anything, the standard bat way, it all comes to light.

It starts with Bruce beginning to learn what Tim did to get him back.

Bruce being a concerned parent who can’t articulate shit properly, so when he states something in concern it comes across as the opposite more criticising.

“If I knew you were gonna join the league and become a criminal Tim I wouldn’t have left information behind for you to follow.”

Tim eyes widen, he felt anger he lost so much did so much just to get him back to only be told that.

He felt a familiar warmth come to his eyes, the same feeling he had right before he killed members of the league of spiders.

“No.”

He covers his eyes.

He doesn’t want to hurt them he doesn’t.

But Damien never misses an opportunity to attack.

“Pathetic your crying already and fathers has barely done anything, disgraceful.”

Cass is the only one who notices Tim shift in behaviour, he feels more dangerous then he should.

She’s about to make a comment when, suddenly red light comes from his hands through the small gaps, shooting out. Destroying one of the glass cases.

Everyone in the cave eyes widen, Bruce immediately gets up from the batcomputer chair, worried.

“Tim you need to calm down-“

He doesn’t get to say much more when Tim tries to shout to tell them to go away, when ice fog just comes out from his mouth.

Bruce eyebrows knitt together along with Damien, they’ve both seemed to realise something before everyone else.

“What’s happening to me?!”

Fear in his voice, Tim was panicking losing even more control then he had already, that’s when Bruce makes a split second decision and shouts.

“Clark!”

Just in time to, as red escapes Tim’a hand again about to hit Bruce but instead hits Clark’s chest.

Tim removes his hands, he knows he can’t hurt Clark. Clark will protect them from him. But as Tim stares up at Clark with fear, relief, regret and guilt.

He notices Clark stares back down at Tim with shock and hope.

And that’s my small shitty Drabble. (Grammar will be terrible lol.)

[yourfatherlucifer]

Car Sex W/ Hongjoong

Hongjoong x female!reader

Summary: just a simple drabble about fucking in a borrowed car~

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, filthy car sex, not much to warn about. Pretty normal for Hongjoong content.

WC: 1,057

Genre: Smut/Drabble

Au: None

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork

The Lamborghini sped down the highway, passing by other vehicles while Hongjoong laughed like a maniac. Your arms flew up in the wind while your giggles of excitement rang in your lovers ears. He had to beg to borrow the vehicle after his SMB shoot with Odetari, it wasn’t hard but he did have to return it at a certain time. Of course, not without some fun of course. The wild and adventurous side of Hongjoong wanted to do something he’s never done with you before.

Car sex. And not a vehicle that was his.

He wanted to make a mess of the leather seats and push you to your limits, cock growing hard in his pants with each thought that had escalated.

With his jacket on your shoulders and the wind blowing through your hair, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Nothing could be better than spending time with Hongjoong and having so much fun while doing it. And being unaware of his plan.

When he swerved into an abandoned lot, your throat closed in on itself. You were confused but also nervous. Just what was he thinking right now?

Hongjoong’s hand was coming to rest on your thigh, “Hey baby, I’ve got an idea and I wanted to know if you were up for it.” His lips curled into a tight smirk. You knew exactly what he wanted. Right away.

And yet you wanted him to say it, “Okay, spill.”

“I want you to ride me, right here. Right now.” His tongue swiped over his lips mischievously.

With a sigh you were already climbing on top of his lap, the seat being pushed back, “That’s it, good girl, want to feel your cunt around my cock so bad.” He wanted to defile these seats. To fill you so full with his cum. And he was going to do just that. Just wait.

The chill in the air was enough for him to ride up the rooftop of the convertible but that didn’t stop him from already pulling out his cock. The glasses sat low on his nose while he watched you situate yourself on him. His jacket was tossed in the passenger seat while your shirt came undone with his finger tips.

Fuck you smelled so good. You even looked so good.

Hongjoong’s lips were moving against yours with such desperation that even his hips were rolling against yours. You could feel his cock pressing against your covered cunt and damn did it feel good.

“Fuck, Hongjoong, already want you in me, please.” Your words came out as a shiver, your body running hot yet the chill still remained in the car. Even with the heat blasting.

“I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, just wait.”

His hands were roaming beneath your shirt and cupping your breasts, “Tell me, baby. How bad do you want me?” His teasing tone was pissing you off to no degree.

“Fuck off, Joong and just fuck me. Please.”

The idol rolled his eyes and laughed with such..chaos, “Alright, alright. I give in. I’ll give you my cock.” His hands were yanking down your pants and his own, fingers ripping apart your fragile underwear. Fucking hell, he was always doing that.

“Again, Hongjoong, seriously?” Hongjoong quickly shut you up by pushing in a finger, smirk still on his face. He knew what he was doing. Little shit.

His finger curled around to find that special spot inside that he loved so much. His grin grew wider when he found it. Your lips spewed out moans while your legs shook from the sudden release of pleasure.

“Oh my fuck, Hongjoong!” He’d barely started and you were already a pathetic mess. He was only one finger in. And now two.

Spreading your cunt just so his thick cock could fit inside. The heat that was being blasted was becoming too much, everything was too much. With his cock rubbing against your click and each time his two fingers thrusted in and out of your cunt, it was all overwhelming.

When he finally had enough of toying with your cunt, he was pushing his cock inside to replace his fingers. Oh it felt so damn good.

The stretch, how deep it was. All of it.

Your hands were on the headrest to brace yourself as he began moving you on his cock.

“That’s right, baby, just like that. Bounce yourself on me. Make a mess of yourself.” Hongjoong’s glasses had long fallen off and onto the floor. He could care less, no matter how expensive they were. All that mattered was filling you up. That was the main task at hand.

Every time his cock hit deep inside, your body lurched forward to his chest. Hongjoong pistoned his hips up into yours, hands groping your ass while he growled from how tight you were squeezing his cock. No words could be formed between either of you. The tension easily cut with the pleasure shared between you both.

The fog on the windows smeared by your hand when Hongjoong would roll his thumb and pointer finger around your nipples.

You couldn’t believe this little shit of man was yours. His cock slamming into your cunt was a regular thing. After a performance/concert, a tour, an interview, a music video shoot. Anything. You were his stress reliever and he loved you dearly. Even his own studio had traces of you, from your belongings to your smell, it had to be you or nothing. The public eye would never know about you. Hongjoong was just too careful about you. Some atiny were just..insane.

“Oh fuck, fuck, please, I’m coming!” You whined out into his ear, hair a mess and skin running hot. Every inch of you is perfection to Hongjoong and he wouldn’t change anything about it.

You are his muse and only his.

“Yeah? Fucking give it to me. Milk my cock for all I have. Want you to take it all.” Hongjoong licked his lips and his fingers pressed tightly against your clit, pinching and pulling to release your orgasm.

Once yours had washed over, his was spurting out and painting everything inside as his own. Hongjoong’s claim.

“Think we should return the car now?”

“Seriously? After what we just did, I don’t think they’ll want it back, Joong.”

[prlssprfctn]

I had a thought and since i am absolutely in love with your drabbles ('cause holy shit your takes are incredible), i wanted to share it with you :>

When i was thirteen i had wrote a letter to eighteen year old me and it had both serious and cringy questions i wanted to ask to myself of that time. I started it with "If you're reading this, you're still here!" So, what if, jason had a letter like this to his eighteen year old version?? (Could also be a diary entry but you get the idea) Maybe like a homework from school or maybe he just wanted to do it bc he'd probably be very into writing. But he never got to read it on time, supposedly his eighteenth birthday.

The first time he visits the manor, he scoops through his old books and a paper slips out of it. The letter from thirteen years old jaybin himself, to jason.

And just for a second as he reads it, from the corner of his blurry vision, he thinks he can see that thirteen years old boy staring at him with a huge sadness on his face. Jaybin doesn't want answers for his questions anymore.

I imagine Jason searching for something through his old stuff (maybe, he promised Damian to give his old annotations of the book he studies at school right now), when he finds it. It slips out of his Pale Fire copy, and his first instinct is to throw the random paper away, until the curiosity takes the best of him.

He opens the old paper that got yellowish with a time, and the memory slowly returns by itself - a memory of one of the homeworks their literature teacher asked them to do, a time capsule, in a way; a letter to the future themselves. Jason remembered everyone being excited about it - they wrote it right in class, and promised to their teacher to bring these letters back, on their graduating ceremony. Just to laugh about it. It wasn't serious, when Jason wrote it, but right now, as he gripped in with his trembling fingers, it meant everything.

His eyes are already half-blurry, when he goes through the first line.

"If you are reading this, then you are the luckiest bastard ever, the future me, and it means that we actually made it to the graduation! Which is like, woah... Super-duper, I guess."

Expect, they didn't. Not really, at least.

Jason tries reading the rest of the neatly written paper, but the moment he stumbles on the question asking if Bruce kept his promise and sneaked them to the Pulitzer Prize ceremony that is instantly is followed by the question about his relationship with Dick, he loses it.

He presses the letter to his chest, and weeps.

In his mind - or maybe it is the ghost of a kid everyone was crazy about, finally hunting him down as well - he imagines his younger-self staring at him, lost. Confused, and then finally, accepting. Jason cannot offer him answers. And they both know why.

And deep inside? Deep inside, they always knew it was going to happen.

[babsworlds]

DEAL?

pairing. Dave Lizewski x fem! reader

synopsis. You and Dave make a deal to solve your problems.

warnings. fake dating trope, pre relationship, mention of obsession, murder and kidnapping (It’s not bad like it sounds i promise)

YOU HAD A REALLY SHITTY WEEK, and for some reason, you thought it couldn’t get any worse. An idiot named Oliver started to like you way too much, and what began as an innocent crush turned into a weird obsession.

He seemed to be everywhere you went, always finding some excuse to talk to you or try to get your attention. It felt suffocating, and no matter how politely you tried to distance yourself, he just wouldn't take the hint. The constant unease and annoyance made the days drag on, each one feeling longer and more exhausting than the last.

It was a long-awaited Friday, which meant a sleepover with your best friend Dave. This was the only thing that could help you forget all the issues with Oliver. You had been looking forward to this night for weeks, knowing that Dave's presence always had a way of making everything seem a little bit better. The two of you had a special bond, one that had grown stronger over the years, and you knew that you could always count on him to be there when you needed him most.

“Hello, Y/n,” Dave greeted you, but he wasn’t smiling like he usually did. You could sense that he hadn't had the best week either. He smacked his back onto the little couch in your room, his usual energy replaced by a tired slump. His eyes had a distant look, and it was clear that something was weighing heavily on his mind.

You leaned against the wall behind your bed, unable to do anything else but stare blankly ahead. The weight of the week’s events pressed down on you, making it hard to muster any energy or enthusiasm. The silence between you and Dave felt heavy, each of you lost in your own thoughts, searching for some way to make sense of everything.

Dave quickly understood your mood, and he wasn’t really in the mood for anything wild either. He climbed up next to you, joining in the silent, vacant staring contest with the wall. It was a quiet, unspoken understanding between the two of you, a shared moment of vulnerability that required no words. Sometimes, just being together was enough.

“How have you been?” you broke the silence, your voice sounding empty and devoid of emotion. The effort to speak felt monumental, as if every word required a tremendous amount of energy.

“Shitty,” he shrugged, his shoulders slumping even further. “Katie— I mean, everyone thinks I’m gay,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration and sadness. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, so he didn’t see that. It was a small, involuntary reaction, a brief moment of levity in an otherwise heavy conversation.

“How about you?” Dave asked, and you could feel his head turn toward you, though you didn’t look at him.

“Not much better,” you assured him, letting him know he wasn’t the only person feeling down. “Oliver is being a weirdo again, and still,” you explained, the frustration clear in your voice.

“Whoa,” Dave sighed, “I hate that idiot.” There was pure disgust and hatred in his voice, and it felt good to know that he shared your sentiments.

“I just wish he would leave me alone,” you said, your tone heavy with exasperation. The constant annoyance and unease Oliver brought into your life had become unbearable, and you longed for some peace and quiet.

You placed your head on Dave’s shoulder, feeling more comfortable. As you sat there, you thought about all possible ways to get rid of Oliver—both legal and illegal. The constant obsession was draining, and you were desperate for a solution.

Suddenly, a genius idea flashed through your mind, but you weren’t really sure if Dave would agree with it. It was unconventional, but maybe it could work.

“I’ve got an idea,” you said, smiling from ear to ear as you moved to sit opposite him, your excitement growing.

“Kidnapping?” Dave joked, raising an eyebrow at you. He wasn’t taking it seriously, thinking it was just a playful suggestion. “Murder?”

“No, asshole,” you rolled your eyes, your smile still in place. “We should pretend that we are dating.”

“What? Are you on something?” Dave wasn’t buying the idea. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you could see the skepticism in his eyes. It was clear that he didn't understand what you meant, and the suggestion seemed to catch him off guard. You couldn’t blame him; it was a rather unconventional plan, and you knew it sounded a bit far-fetched.

You took a deep breath, determined to explain your reasoning. “I mean, think about it,” you began, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “If Oliver sees I’m with someone, he’ll leave me alone,” you continued, laying out the logic of your plan. “And you will get rid of these gay rumors,” you added with a chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood and make the idea more appealing. The thought of solving both of your problems with one simple act was too tempting to pass up.

“That sounds a bit extreme,” Dave shrugged, not really sure how to answer. You could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced by the idea, his skepticism evident in his expression.

“Should I start thinking of some illegal plan then?” you shrugged, trying to press on him subtly, hoping to sway him without making it too obvious.

“Oh god no,” Dave said quickly, his voice filled with alarm at the thought. As he considered it again, an idea formed in his mind. He had always had a thing for you, and it drained him knowing he was just a best friend. Maybe this was his chance to take things to the next level. Besides, people would be shocked to see him with someone as hot as you. “I’m in,” he finally said, smiling devilishly.

“That’s how I like you, Lizewski,” you teased, making him blush slightly.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be anything dramatic,” you reassured him, though you both knew it could potentially be a bit more intense. “Just holding hands, few photos, kisses on the cheek and forehead?” You started brainstorming the details, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about pulling off this charade.

Dave shrugged, his blush deepening. He didn’t really care about the specifics; he was willing to do whatever it took to help you. The idea of pretending to be your boyfriend, even if just for a while, wasn’t entirely unappealing to him. In fact, there was a part of him that was secretly thrilled at the prospect.

“Yeah, that sounds survivable,” Dave shrugged, joking as he tried to mask his true feelings about your idea. His casual demeanor was an attempt to hide the underlying excitement and nervousness he felt at the prospect of pretending to be your boyfriend.

You rolled your eyes playfully, extending your pinkie towards him. “Deal?” you asked, your eyes locking with his. The devilish idea flickered through your mind, and you could see a similar glint in his eyes. “Deal,” he said, knotting his pinkie with yours in a binding promise.

A moment of silence passed as you both processed the new arrangement. The reality of the plan was setting in, and you could feel the thrill of the upcoming charade. It was unconventional, but it might just work.

“So I can call you my girlfriend?” Dave asked awkwardly, breaking the silence. His tone was uncertain, but there was a hint of hopefulness in his voice.

You smiled at the idea, appreciating his courage to embrace the plan. “I like the courage,” you replied, a playful twinkle in your eye.

“Yeah, you can, boyfriend,” you teased him again, giving your approval. Dave’s face lit up with a mixture of excitement and bashfulness. He didn’t mind you calling him boyfriend at all; in fact, he had secretly waited years for this moment, even if it was just for show. The idea of calling you his girlfriend, even in a pretend scenario, was something he had dreamed of for a long time.

“Well then, girlfriend,” he said, trying to keep his cool but unable to hide the smile spreading across his face. “Let’s make this convincing.”

And you weren’t really stupid. You knew his true intentions because you knew him all too well. Or maybe he was just too transparent to keep these kinds of secrets. But you let it be, because deep down, you wouldn’t really mind if something unexpected happened. It was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a line that had always been there, but never crossed. You could sense the possibilities, and while you were focused on the plan at hand, there was a part of you that wondered what might come of it.

[celeste-clearwater-06]

Oh my goodness, I went absolutely *feral* for your Kitchen Window series and would love to send a request! 🐛 - tickle fights With Raph x Reader, I've always pictured Raph being far more ticklish that he lets on and absolutely refuses to admit it at all lol

OUUUH GIRL I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR TICKLE FICS and also I COMPLETELY agree. ticklish Raphie for the winnn

also I went just a little overboard with this one, I'm such a sucker for raph fics lmao 🩷♥️

ticklish

bayverse! Raphael x gn! reader

desc- (big red is more ticklish than he lets on)

warnings - none!

word count - 1.3k

Most of the nights the boys come home from patrol, they’re exhausted. It’s straight from keeping lookout and impressive parkour across buildings, to coming home and sleeping the day away or lounging about quietly in the lair, with their own respective hobbies.

Not tonight though. Raph knows you’re already waiting for him in his and Mikey’s room. The thought of getting to home to you, paired with something exciting in the air makes he and his brothers rowdy, entering the lair with loud whoops and jumping off of eachother like they’re spiked off of an insane amount of caffeine. The first thing Raph does when he steps inside is strip himself of the gear and weapons wrapped to his body, letting it all drop to the floor like dead weight in the huge living area.

“Aw come on Raph, we just cleaned up this morning,” Leo’s complaints are brushed away with an eye roll.

“Gotta hot date waitin for me,” he makes the promise to pick it up later (even though he most definitely will not).

Raph’s grateful Mikey’s already parked his butt on the couch starting up a game, meaning he and you have the area to yourselves. He shoves his younger brother, just to piss him off a little, and then runs away before he can retaliate.

You’re already sitting on the top bunk, laptop open and smiling at his entrance through the door.

“Hey handsome!”

There’s that gorgeous face.

“How are ya, hot stuff?”

He all but runs over and climbs up the ladder to sit himself next to you.

“I’m great. I missed you.”

Raph grins and moves to pull you up in his lap, kissing the crown of your head.

“Missed you too,” he breathes into your freshly shampooed hair with a sigh.

You hit the play button on a movie neither of you had seen before and snuggle in closer, back pressed against his plastron, and his arms snake around you in a tight hug, chin resting on your head while it hums quietly.

He’s so comfortable, and he knows you are too. But god, is it hard to sit still. Raph’s still got so much leftover energy from patrol. He hates that you’ve already settled in place, and he’s trying to find something to do with his restless hands. So he does what he knows best.

That fucker.

You know what he’s up to when his hands slide down to your hips, grazing over them with a light touch.

“Raphael…”

“What?”

“Don’t you dare…”

“I ain’t doing nothin, babe,”

He emphasizes ‘nothin’ with a poke at your ribs, making you try and leap from between his legs, but it’s too late. Raph pins you with one arm, and uses the other to attack your sides without mercy.

“RAPH, STOP.”

His shit eating grin doesn’t yield, and neither does his tickling, pulling a loud, squealing laugh from your desperately flailing body. Your weak kicking and slapping only eggs him on further, digging his fingertips further into your sides. He tickles everywhere, because unfortunately, everywhere is where you’re ticklish.

This sucks so much. He grabs at your feet, your neck, your armpits. And all you can do is scream like you’re being stabbed, paired with weak, breathless laughing. Just the size difference alone is a struggle, holding your much smaller body down onto his bed. If this weren’t such a common occurrence, you know his brother’s would be rushing in concern with your cries for help, weapons at the ready. Unfortunately, you’re all alone in this one. He finally shows you a little bit of mercy, when you manage to get out that you’re about to pee your pants.

He’s just laughing at your misfortune, even when you slap his chest in annoyance and wipe tears from your eyes.

“You shithead.”

“Yeah but I’m your shithead.” Raphael just leans back against the headboard, arms crossed with that stupid smug face.

“Whatever.”

You know he isn’t half as ticklish as you are. If that, not at all. It’s still worth the effort of jumping on him and prodding at the thick, scaled skin of his collarbone with your much tinier fingers. Your boyfriend just deadpans. “Come on, sweetheart, you know I ain’t ticklish.”

You roll your eyes, and palm his face away from yours, whining.

“You’re so meannn.”

That fact doesn’t keep you from letting him pull you back over next to him and tuck under his arm to keep watching the movie. He kisses your head again, trying to coax you from your pouting. You can practically hear his eyeroll when you don't give in.

“Have it your way, then.”

In reply, you jab a light elbow into his side. And he flinches.

Raph doesn’t flinch, ever. You’re so much smaller than he is, so you know that any hits or shoves against him are all for not, even when you don’t hold back. It’s suspicious, the way his eyes are trained extra firmly on the laptop screen and refusing to meet your squinting eyes.

“You okay?” One of your fingers hovers over the skin between his plastron and carapace.

“Y-yeah, of course- AGH!”

Raphael leaps in the air when you poke him, screaming at a pitch that you’ve never heard from him before. He sounds like a girl.

Bingo.

“I knew it!” You throw an accusing finger in his face

His eyes are pleading, head shaking, while you poise yourself like a wild cat on the hunt, ready to pounce.

“Oh, no, come on babe,” Raph swallows, “I-It’s just a sensitive spot. You don’t gotta do this.”

“Oh, yes, I absolutely do.”

Now this absolute unit can fight just about anyone off. Hell, you saw, with your own eyes, how he and his brothers sent the Kraang back to wherever he came from. He’s nothing but muscle and scar enveloping a big, gentle heart.

But when you jump on him and tickle his sides, like it’s what you were born to do, all that training is utterly useless. He’s laughing, loud, and trying to push your hands off with strength equal to a cooked spaghetti noodle. And boy, do you relish in it. Finally, you get the excitement of holding your boyfriend hostage at your fingertips, dragging them over his sides and pinning one knee down on his chest for extra measure. His laugh is boisterous, broken up with gasps for air and little ‘pleases’ and ‘baby’s’ trying to convince you to stop. It’s all fun and games, until Raphael kicks a huge leg against the mattress for support, and sending him flying off the edge of the bed and disappearing from the top bunk, pulling down one of the knitted blankets with him. You gasp.

“OH SHIT.”

You feel horrible, moving at the speed of light to peek over its edge, seeing him leaning back against his shell and laughing even more now that hes made it to the floor. Once it’s clear that the tears he’s wiping are from joy and not, you waste no time in jumping down onto the floor with him, and straddle his wide waist.

“Oh come on, sweet thing!” He’s trying to romance you away from another tickle attack. Your wide smile is paired with lidded, playful eyes and you lean in just over his snout. Raph swallows thickly. A warm sensation tingles in his gut and it makes his heart race, and pupils widen. Your fingertips are lingering over his skin.

“You better remember this exact moment” his skin shudders at the low whisper of your voice, “In case you decide to try and tickle me again.”

A quick kiss to his nose is a stark contrast to the seductive tone you put on. Raph’s face heats up. You don’t tickle him, just stand and turn, and climb back up the ladder to his bunk. His incredulous stare twists into a playful grin, watching your hips sway with each step. He throws the blanket off, and hurries up behind you with a different plan in mind ;)

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Broken Promise

Choi Seunghyun x Reader

Summary: Tensions rise when Seunghyun gets jealous of your boyfriend

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, some language.

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this story. I'll possibly make a version for G-Dragon. I hope you enjoy!

Requests: OPEN

During dinner things were fine- Seunghyun sat across from you, laughing and cutting up with you and your boyfriend. The two both loved music, wine, and you, obviously. There were times they would both make little jokes causing you to blush and swat Jackson’s arm playfully. You were really excited because to be with Jackson, or any guy for that matter, they had to get along with Seunghyun. After all, aside from your boyfriend, he’s your favorite guy.

 But now, after dinner, things weren’t ok. You got home and tried calling your best friend but he didn’t pick up. He almost always did, so you decided to just go over to his place. You knock on the door waiting patiently for a reply. After a moment of silence, you pull out your phone.

“Your car is here, ik you are. Plz let me in you’re scaring me,” you hit the send button and wait. After another moment you hear the lock being undone in the door but he doesn’t open it. You tilt your head to the side briefly before going in.

“What’s going on?” you ask gently as you shut the door behind you.

“Nothing,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders and pour a glass of wine.

“Seung, I can tell something is wrong,” you cross your arms. The guy never was great with sharing his feelings.

“I mean, at dinner things were good,” you hear him scoff right before taking a sip of his drink. He then walks into the living room and you follow him sitting across from him on his couch.

“What does that mean,” you ask slightly offended. He draws his mouth into a frown and shakes his head.

“Nothing at all.” His tone is sharp and his attitude prideful. You can’t help but feel slightly hurt by how he’s treating you, I mean you didn’t do anything wrong. You wanted your boyfriend and best friend to get along. You sit in silence for a moment.

“So, you really aren’t going to talk to me,”

“And say what?” he cuts you off rudely. His face softens.

“I didn’t, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout,” he sets the glass of wine down and rubs his hand over his face. You on the other hand have had enough.

“What’s the point in having friends if you won’t even talk? God, I mean I don’t see why you’re being like this with me. Did I do something?” you ask him desperately. Granted if he really wanted to act like this he could, but you felt slightly entitled to an explanation being that it was being done to you.

He sets his elbows on his knees and looks at the ground.

“No,” he mumbles, “No you didn’t,”

“Then why,”

“Because, I,” he can’t find the words. There’s so much that threatens to spill out, so much that he’s sure if he tells you, you’ll run the opposite direction. You have a boyfriend, you’ll run to him. You wont even be his friend anymore, he’s sure of it.

“I just need some sleep,” he stands up to walk to his bedroom, but stops and turns his head just over his shoulder.

“Let yourself out,” he says. You sit there dumbfounded. He’s never shut you out like this. He’s been moody and sometimes it takes time, but he always tells you he’ll tell you when he’s ready, this feels different. Seunghyun’s mind can be a very dark place, and that scares you for him.

On the way home, you feel the tears of frustration well up in your eyes. You drive over to your boyfriends house, just needing to talk to someone. He opens the door and pulls you into a hug.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, J,” you sigh as you embrace him. A smell of sandalwood and spice fills your nostrils from his t shirt.

“You thought dinner went well, right? I mean, you liked Seung, right?” you look up at him trying to read his face.

“Yeah, he’s great,” he brushes your hair out of your face and you smile slightly at him.

“Why, he doesn’t like me or something?” He lets you go and you both go to the living room to cuddle on his couch.

“I don’t know if its that. I tried calling after dinner because I wanted this thoughts, I mean, you guys seemed to get on well, and you know he’s important to me,” Jackson nods as you continue, “But he wouldn’t answer,” you go on to explain the encounter at his apartment and your boyfriend, knowingly, pulls you into him.

“He might just be going through a rough time,” Jackson tries to ease your mind. He was nervous about your relationship with your guy best friend, he noticed how whenever Seunghyun would talk about you he’d get this look, one of admiration, love and closeness with you. Something the two of you didn’t have yet. But he wouldn’t dare rat out your friend, he trusted you enough to know where to draw the line.

“Maybe, but I’m starting think he’ll never open up to me about it,” you play with his fingers and you pout. He tilts your head up and gives you a sweet kiss.

“Try not to worry about it,” he whispers. You give him a half smile.

The next morning you wake up in your boyfriends bed. Slowly you get up, careful not to wake him up, and go to the kitchen making coffee. You check your phone and see that you have a missed call from Seunghyun. You check the message he left.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I just, um,” you could hear he was slurring his words a bit from the alcohol, “I, I have things going on that you can’t know about, because if I told you I’d loose you and I can’t do that,” you twist your face in confusion at his words.

“I love you too much to loose you, even if I only have you as my friend. I’m sorry.” You look at your phone thoroughly confused. You suddenly feel two hands wrap around your torso and body heat against your back. Jackson places kisses on your shoulder.

“Who was that,” he asks, his voice low and raspy.

“Seung left me a message,” you say gently. You feel Jackson tense slightly.

“What’d he say,” he grabs himself a cup and pours his coffee.

“He said he’s sorry, that he loves me and doesn’t want to loose me but that he can’t tell me what’s going on bc if he did he would loose me,” your voice is still laced with confusion as Jackson closes his eyes.

“Maybe you should just, let it be,” Jackson didn’t want to drive a wedge between you two, but he didn’t want this issue to come between you and him. I mean, after all, he’s your boyfriend, the one you want to be with, right?

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” you put your phone away, but you couldn’t help wondering what he meant when he said, “even if I only have you as a friend.”

Over the next few days you don’t hear from Seunghyun and you don’t contact him. Trying to give him space and all, but tonight you have to see him. You promised you’d go to his movie premier. So you and Jackson went hand in hand on the carpet taking pictures. You seen your best friend just a few feet away and you looked at Jackson who let you go so you could speak to him. He watched helplessly as you walked away.

Jackson wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly what was going on with your friend. He was in love with you but you were with another guy. He didn’t want to tell you and screw things up, but Jackson knew personally how hard it can be to keep that confession in, and to be honest, he had no idea where you stood if you were to know that information.

You walk up to him, in front of everyone and smile for a few pictures.

“Glad you could make it,” he says stoic.

“I promised I’d be here,” you grin for a picture, “And I don’t break my promises,” you turn to the side.

“T.O.P! Y/N! Over here,” one of the paparazzi shouts and he turns his gaze to them while you give them a second glance and a smile.

“Look, we need to talk,” you try to say and he just walks off. He leaves you standing there and you feel Jackson come up behind you. You both walk inside the theater and sit down.

“How’d it go,” Jackson asks as the lights dim and Seunghyun takes the open seat beside you.

“He walked away from me,” you whisper in his ear. Jackson purses his lips and turns his attention to the screen. Throughout the movie you have no issues showing off any pda. After all it’s a dark theater.

A couple of kisses, feeding each other popcorn, hand holding or his arm being around you and you cuddled up to his side. All the sweet things couples do. What you didn’t notice was Seunghyun gripping the arm rest on the right side of his body, the one you couldn’t see. You didn’t notice the pain in his eyes, the jealousy in his heart. He wanted you to be happy, and he wanted so bad to be happy that you were, but part of him also was pissed it wasn’t him holding you that way; that it wasn’t him you were head over heels for. When the lights came up everyone clapped and the actors all came out and bowed. You cheered for your friend, because despite how childish you thought he was being, you still wanted to support him.

As everyone makes their way out you try to stay behind and see if you can find him.

“Babe, seriously, maybe you should just let it be.” Jackson’s tone, while he’s trying to be kind and sensitive to your feelings, is a little tense and frustrated.

“J, I’m with you,” you point your finger to his chest, “I can’t just give up on a friendship I’ve had for over half my life.” You put your hand on his left cheek and he just looked at you, his eyes pleading with you to run out of there with him now.

“I know, I know,” he takes a shaky breath, most of the theater now empty, “I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m going to lose you,” he whispers the last part to you.

“Why would you lose me?” you chuckle slightly and he just shrugs his shoulders. But he knew in his gut, the feeling was legit. You give him a sweet kiss trying to reassure him. In the middle of the kiss you open your eyes, feeling someone staring at you. You look just past your boyfriend and see Seunghyun with a broken expression, you could’ve sworn the boy had been hit by a bullet the way his face showed the pain he was feeling. You pull away from Jackson and try to walk to him but he turns on his heels and flees the scene.

“That’s it, I’m tired of this,” you mumble as you leave your boyfriend standing there. You chase Seunghyun down and grab his arm, jerking him off balance.

“What the hell,” he asks harshly but changes his tone when he sees its you.

“Oh, no I’m the one that should be asking that,” you say defiantly.

“I wanna know what’s going on, and I wanna know now!” your voice is loud enough that some of the stragglers left behind turn their attention to you. Seunghyun looks around and sighs.

“Go back to your boyfriend,” his tone is laced with venom.

“If you have a problem with Jackson, just say so!” your voice raises in volume.

“No, it’s,” he groans.

“Come on,” he drags you to his car. You send a quick to Jackson letting him know you’re leaving with Seunghyun to talk. As you get in the car your phone rings.

“Y/N,” you hear Jackson’s voice at the other end of the phone.

“Hey, I’ll come by later, ok?” You say with a gentle voice.

“Baby, don’t,” he tries to plead.

“I gotta go,” you say before ending the call. The car ride to his house is silent, the air thick with tension. You stare at him for a moment, noticing the curvature of his jawline, how his chest rises and falls with each breath, and how his fingers have a death grip on the steering wheel of his car. You go to turn on the radio, the silence threatening to suffocate you. As soon as you turn it on, he turns it off. You shoot your brows up at him. You sigh in response as you stare out the window.

“It’s not like I even did anything wrong,” you mumble to yourself. You hear a low chuckle emit from his throat. You cut your eyes at him realizing he heard you. You don’t say another word until you get to his house. He gets out swiftly and like a gentleman opens your door. As you rise from the seat the close of your bodies makes your face flush light pink. He looks down at your for a moment, something unreadable in his eyes.

He turns and takes your hand shutting the door to the car behind you. He leads you inside and you both stand there in silence looking at each other. The room is dimly lit by the TV and city lights outside. A small soft glow in the kitchen behind him makes the room feel small, intimate.

“You wanna explain why you’ve been so moody lately?” You can’t help the harsh tone that comes out, you’re beyond pissed. He stares at you, for just a moment, savoring the time left of your friendship before he spills everything. You shoot your brows up at him as if to ask if he’s going to answer you. He takes a deep breath, and much to his discontent your phone rings again.

“J,” you ask as you answer.

“Hey, have you talked to him yet,” he asks, fear evident in his voice.

“I’m kind of trying to,”

“Don’t,” he says strongly.

“Jackson, no offense, but I am.”

“He’s going to tell you something insane, baby please trust me. It’s best if you don’t hear it,” his tone is now freaking you out.

“I can’t leave this unfinished.”

“I,” you hear him sigh.

“Just promise me something,”

“Ok,” you drag out the word slightly.

“You’ll come back to me, no matter what,”

“Of course I will,” you say, voice worried about what in the world is going to happen next.

“I need to hear you say it, out loud,” Jackson hopes that by all 3 of you hearing the words, it’ll seal the deal and maybe, just maybe Seunghyun won’t tell you.

“I promise to come back to you,” you repeat.

“No matter what,” he says again.

“No matter what.” you look at Seunghyun’s face as you say the words and see the familiar angry look. You hang up the phone.

“Why would he make you promise that,” he asks with a dark chuckle.

“I don’t know,” you shrug.

“Stop avoiding the topic, Seunghyun,” you use his full name and he can’t help but love the way it rolls off your tongue, even if you are upset.

“He’d ask you to promise him that if he wasn’t sure how you felt about him,” he says stepping toward you.

“He knows how I feel about him. I love him,” you say out loud for the first time.

“Yeah, I know,” his face clearly annoyed.

“What,”

“I know, because the way you look at him is the way I look at you and you’ve never fucking seen it,” he shouts the last few words of his sentence.

“I know, because of the way you talk about him, the way you’re so proud of his accomplishments, the way you two always have to kiss and touch and be together, and it drives me insane because I want to be the one do it. I want to be the one you’re in love with.” He finally shouts in passion, not anger.

You stand there, eyes wide mouth sealed shut. He sighs and walks closer to you putting his hands on your shoulders. He’s so close that inches are the only thing separating you, your foreheads barely touching.

“I love you, y/n, not just as a friend, I wanna be the one you wake up to, the one you sleep next to,” he leans in to your ear and whispers, “the one who makes you feel good and who’s name drips from your lips when I do,” you suck in a sharp breath at his words.

“It’s been so damn hard watching you be with him I could have sworn it would end me.” His hands cup your face as he peers into your eyes searching for any sign you could even half way feel the same. All he finds is shock.

“Don’t go back to him,” he whispers as his forehead touches yours, “Stay here, with me,” he begs.

“I,”

“If you won’t,” he sighs, “Just give one kiss, and after that, we can pretend this never happened, hell we can stop talking to each other if you need to. But one kiss. That’s all I want,” his mouth is so dangerously close to yours.

“Seung, I,” you breathe and as much as you swear you love Jackson, you know you love Seunghyun too. You’d never let yourself realize it because you were friends. The friendship was more to you than taking a chance on not having him at all. Before you can finish your thought, you feel his smooth soft lips connect to yours, gently like he’s waiting for you to pull away, but instead you move your lips against his, slow, deep, passionate, savoring the taste of one another. Your arms instinctively go around his neck as his find your hips holding you like he’d dreamt of for years now.

You sigh into the kiss and he does the same, neither of you wanting to pull away. His tongue begs for entry and you decide to give in, allowing your tongues to both fight for dominance. His hands begin to move and before it can go any further you pull away, slightly turning your face to the side. You can feel his hot breath on the side of your face, neither of you letting each other go.

“I made a promise, Seung.” You whisper. Your heart breaking as you realize what you’ve done. You’ve made a promise you weren’t sure you wanted keep.

“And you don’t break your promises,” he whispers with a kiss to your temple. His heart breaks inside of him. He thought the one kiss would be enough, that it would satisfy him. But he was wrong. He lets you go.

“I’ll drive you to Jackson’s if you want,” he says walking to grab his keys. Your head is spinning with confusion. He looks at you expectantly. You pull out your phone.

Jackson- 1 missed call

Jackson- 1 voicemail the screen reads. You hold up your hand to stop him. You bite your bottom lip as you open the voice mail.

“Hey,” you hear him laugh sadly, “Listen, I um, I know you promised me. And I still want to believe you feel that way, but I can’t be selfish anymore. If he tells he loves you and you want to be with him, don’t come. Just stay there. But if he tells he loves you, which I know he will, and you don’t him, you don’t want him, the door will be open and I’ll be here. But either way, I hope you choose what truly makes you happy, because you deserve to be happy.” You can hear a slight sniffle as your heart breaks for him, for yourself and for your relationship with him. You let a tear fall from your eye and Seunghyun notices.

“I’ll take you to him,” his voice hoarse as he wipes the tear away from your face. You put the phone down and look at him.

“I don’t want to go back to him,” you whisper, breath shaky. He looks at you surprised. Almost like he can’t believe it.

“I want to stay here,” you whisper again as you rise up on your toes to kiss the man in front of you. He picks you up by your hips an connects your lips.

“You have no idea how good it feels to know you’re mine,” he says against your mouth. You giggle with a small smile against his lips.

“I love you, Seunghyun,” you say as you rest your forehead against his.

“I love you more, y/n.”

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[arietem]

wait, i'm supposed to be the dominant one

summary: reader comes to the chateau after work where jj is waiting for her like the good boy he is

jj maybank x reader

୨୧ light smut, praise kink ୨୧ ⠀

jj 💘: babyy im home

you: i'll be there soon

be good and wait for me ;)

jj 💘: yes ma'am

Seeing those words on your screen made you shiver in anticipation of what was to come. You were on your way to the Chateau, leaving a cloud of sickly sweet strawberry-flavored vape behind you. Wrapping your lips around the nozzle, your mind went straight to a certain blond boy whose lips were on it first. Lips you were dying to get a taste of again.

You couldn't think straight ever since you and JJ started this tension-filled friends-with-benefits type of situation. Each one of your nerves was burning with something you had never felt before. Being the center of JJ's attention was exhilarating, adrenaline-inducing, and kinda dangerous. Yeah, dangerous and a little risky, but never unsafe. Wasn't that funny? Being with JJ in that way, even if you haven't defined it yet was dangerous. And you fucking loved it.

The Chateau was dark when you arrived. The Pogues were away for the night, all of them doing their own thing, leaving you and JJ alone for the night. Well, they left JJ alone, nobody knew about you two yet. Sooner or later, they will find out about your activities, but today was not that day. There was something incredibly hot about hiding from JJ's friends (well, they were fast becoming yours too), stealing touches when nobody was looking, whispering sweet nothings when they were too distracted to notice.

When you first came to this island, you were prepared to be bored out of your mind, working the summer away at the restaurant your aunt owned. Oh, how proved wrong you were. You couldn't even imagine something this exciting could be happening to you, much less with a tornado of a boy—a tornado with the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen in your life. When you locked gazes with those eyes that reminded you of sapphires, you knew you were absolutely done for. And that was before you saw the smirk.

When you slowly opened the door to the house, the first thing you noticed was the tangy smell in the air—a staple of this house, really. You left your backpack by the entrance and followed the smell, looking for JJ. You saw him sitting on the deck couch on the patio, with a joint in hand and a backwards hat on. You couldn't help but shiver walking toward him.

"Hey, you." You playfully nudged his shoulder and stole his hat, putting it on your head while coming to stand in front of him.

"Shit mama, I didn't even hear you come in. You know my heart is delicate, don't scare me like that." He put a palm over his heart, acting all wounded and shit. You rolled your eyes at that and took his hand to interlock your fingers. With your other hand, you took off his hat and flicked it to the side of the deck.

"Hey - ", JJ tried to say something, but you weren't waiting anymore, it was a long day, and you needed your sunshine in human form to bring you back to life.

In one slick movement, you straddled him and grabbed him by the jaw, tilting his chin up a little. “You’re such a good boy, doing what I say and waiting here for me. I couldn't get you out of my head all throughout my shift, got so many orders wrong. My aunt is gonna be pissed.” She won't, you both knew that.

For a moment, you just sat on top of him, not doing anything, just getting lost in his hooded gaze, clouded with lust and something deeper. You then leaned down and licked his lips, almost panting from the friction you could feel where your bodies connected. Thank God you decided to put on a skirt after work.

He let out a whimper reserved only for you and you swore you could see his pupils widen, making his blue eyes virtually disappear. That was the sight you loved the most, the one where the black of his pupils took over everything, giving him a buzzed look like he was high on you.

The next thing you knew, you were being flipped over, this time with him on top. His hand rested on the base of your throat, not grabbing you, but still heavy enough to feel the pressure you desperately craved. “I love it when you call me that.” He grinded into you a bit, proving his point. “I wanna be a good boy for my pretty girl.”

"Oh, you are, baby. The best boy." You gave him a wink and he pushed on you a little stronger this time. Your eyes fluttered and it was your turn to whimper. It was no surprise JJ had a way with words in bed and you loved finding out which buttons to push on him. "Are you gonna do something now that you have me all to yourself?"

At that, JJ let go of your throat and stood up in front of you. He looked down on you with that signature smirk and your legs spread apart a bit without you even thinking about it. "Needy, are we? Don't worry, we have all night to ourselves, cupcake." He sank to his knees and grabbed your thighs, slowly stroking with the pads of his thumbs.

As his lips traced a path along your legs all the way to your aching core, you closed your eyes and rested your head on the back of the couch. JJ's hair was tickling you and you twitched involuntarily, snapping your eyes open. JJ's blue ones flicked to your face and you could see how much he was enjoying this. Finally, he reached your center, pushed your panties to the side, and gave you a teasing lick. A moan escaped your lips, spurring him on.

"I'll be taking these off now, cupcake." JJ slid the panties down your legs, tossing them behind him. You have always been a confident girl and you didn't squirm once you were bare in front of his face. You could feel a light breeze on your pussy and another shiver went down your spine. "I had the longest day at work today. This was all I was thinking about, JJ." The words jumbled out of you, your voice breathy.

"Yeah? You've been this wet all day?" JJ hooked both your legs over his shoulders and lightly tapped on your pussy, knowing how horny it made you. "I gotta take care of you then."

"Yeah, you gott-a, ah!" More whimpers fell from your lips as JJ bent down and started lapping you up. Your hands sank into his golden hair and tugged lightly, earning a hum from him, vibrating deliciously against your eager pussy.

Yes, you fucking loved this friends-with-benefits situation you got going on.

[teyamsgrl]

Lo’ak, Neteyam or an Ao’nung fic 🙏 or all 3 at once 🤭

.ᐟ.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ.ᐟ

anon thank you for this amazing request 🤭 a foursome with these boys is a challenging write which i am very excited to take on, and i'm thrilled to do a fic with ao'nung finally! -- hope you all enjoy

two's company, three's a crowd ✧ neteyam & lo'ak & ao'nung

(couldn't find a gif of all 3 of them so i chose this one bc neteyam looks sexy ANYWAYS)

°˖➴ warnings: fem metkayina reader, agedup!neteyam, agedup!lo'ak, agedup!ao'nung, sub!reader, dom!neteyam, switch!lo'ak, dom!ao'nung, flicker of bi!ao'nung & bi!lo'ak, getting caught, basically a gangbang if you will, dirty talk, oral m & f receiving, nipple play, multiple orgasms, squirting, p in v, bukkake / sevin: pretty

your fridays at eclipse didn't always look like this, at least up until a few weeks ago when you got a little too friendly with the sully boys as you three stumbled upon some ecstasiant flowers; unable to control yourselves or your libidos for that matter. that's what brought you here, knees sinking into the sand as you licked over neteyam's bulge which was encapsulated by his loincloth, while lo'ak fondled your tits and hardened your nipples.

"look at you, i love how you do that.." neteyam breathes, hands finding a grip on your wavy hair. you moan against him, not only from his words but from the sensation of his younger brother's tongue flicking along your nipple before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it as if he'd never get the chance to do it again. your one hand cradles lo'ak's head against you while the other starts to unravel neteyam's loincloth from his tail. "were you planning on asking first princess? hm?" neteyam taunts, looking down at your face which was covered in pleasure. a whine escapes you as you free his cock, it standing at attention directly in front of you. "o-of course, can i please suck your cock?" your tone is pathetic as you look up at him, ocean blue eyes large and clouded with lust. "good girl, yes you can" neteyam guides your head towards his tip, your lips wrapping around it as you taste the precum that resided there. you hum as you taste him, bobbing your head further down his shaft. "that's it, show me how you take it" he groans while his eyes stayed glued to you, lo'ak's face buried in your tits. you feel his teeth graze your erect nipple, causing a whine of yours to be muffled by your mouthful. your nails dig into lo'ak's shoulder as he keeps himself entertained, your ability to focus on neteyam's cock dissipating due to pleasure. "hey, focus" one of his hands taps your cheek lightly, bringing your attention back to him. you take his cock all the way down your throat, swallowing around him as another groan escapes his mouth. "fuck yeah.." he breathes as you pull off of him with a pop, gasping for air.

just as you're about to open your mouth again, your movements are halted by the sound of sand being kicked up near you. someone was coming. before any of you could react or even register who was approaching, the voice you heard made their identity obvious; "you know, before you two came along, y/n here was all mine to play with". ao'nung gets close enough that his face is visible, both you and lo'ak now standing as neteyam's covers himself with his loincloth. "you have no reason to disrupt us like that-" lo'ak pipes up but is quickly cut off, "i do, actually, because you're doing it all wrong.." he sighs and makes his way to the ground, lying flat on his back. "come here, sevin" he ushers for you to join him, you looking at both sully boys before kneeling next to ao'nung. "don't act all clueless, come" he grabs your thigh and guides it over his head so you're straddling his face, clothed pussy hovering over his mouth. "she's great with her mouth, don't get me wrong" he speaks as he unties your loincloth, "but you should always make her cum first, it's such a treat" he smirks and pulls you down by the hips, your pussy coming into contact with his tongue.

"ao'nung-" you moan, body flooded with pleasure instantly. his lips wrap around your clit, your hands tugging at his curls from the sensation. your whines were non-stop, mouth consistently ajar as he devoured you. neteyam and lo'ak stood on the sidelines, both of their cocks in their hands, stroking slowly as they analyzed every movement that occured in front of them. ao'nung hummed as he moved you off of his face just slightly, guiding two fingers inside of you. "i bet you two never had her like this huh?" his fingers pump in and out of you rapidly, cradling your g-spot as your orgasm approaches. your legs start to twitch, signalling to ao'nung that you were close. "here it comes.." he pulls you back down, fingers removed as his tongue pushes you over the edge. his tongue covers all of your pussy, collecting all of the wetness and cum that he could. "that's the good girl i remember" he whispers before you both stand up, his hand wiping his chin. "anyone care for a taste? lo'ak?" he saunters over to lo'ak, mouths not even an inch away from touching. "yes please" lo'ak leans in, his lips smashing against ao'nung's. you watch as their tongues invade each other's mouths, sharing the taste of you.

once they pull away, ao'nung looks between the three of you. "now is when you should fuck her, take turns as i'm sure you usually do" he steps aside, allowing neteyam and lo'ak to approach you. lo'ak pulls you into him before neteyam has the chance, your taste still lingering on his lips as he kisses you frantically. you two make it to the sand once again where lo'ak is underneath you, your wetness coating his length as your grind onto him. "give it to me baby, please" he begs, hands squeezing at your thighs. you giggle softly as you sink down onto him, your eyes fluttering shut at the full feeling you've been craving. you start to bounce, hands pressing into his chest for support. "you feel so good, mhmmm" you moan, eyes opening as you feel two fingers stroking your clit. "you feeling good?" neteyam whispers in your ear, his fingers picking up their pace. "yes, yes- don't stop teyam" you whine out, ao'nung now approaching with his cock in hand, "open that pretty mouth for me".

you nod as you let him enter your mouth, your body overwhelmed with heat. as you take him deeper in your throat you start to moan around him, your orgasm quickly bubbling up. you start to bounce more desperately before pulling off, squirting on lo'ak's cock and torso, your legs shaking above him. "fuck.. fuck.." you gasp, smiling down at him as you catch your breath. "that was so fucking hot.." he exclaims, supporting you as you remove yourself from his lap. "she'll do it again for us, don't worry" ao'nung chuckles, patting neteyam on the back, "your turn, big brother". you immediately arch your back, sticking your ass up and putting your face on the cold sand, knowing this is exactly how neteyam liked it. "know me so well, pretty girl" he hums, dragging his tip through your wetness before pushing in. "love this pussy.." he mumbles before finding his rhythm, your ass rippling against his hips. his one hand grabs both your wrists while the other finds it's way to your throat, pulling you up so you are now back to chest with him. "let's show them huh?" he growls, fucking into you faster as ao'nung and lo'ak approach your tits which bounce with each thrust. they both lick at the same nipple, their tongues gliding against each other and covering you in their spit.

"oh eywa- this is so-" you whine breathily, unable to form a proper sentence due to all the stimulation. neteyam continues to groan in your ear as he fills you up before your pussy pushes him out, the sound of gushing becoming apparent to everyone. "fuck!" you squeal as you finish squirting for the second time, slumping back against neteyam. he kisses along your neck as you come down, stabilizing yourself again. "come here sweetheart" ao'nung beckons you over, lying you on your back. he lifts your legs to his shoulders, pushing into you with ease. "such a good pussy" he moans, the wet sounds with every thrust amusing him. your whines are desperate as he pounds you, your hands digging into the sand beneath you. "harder- more-" is all you can manage to get out coherently before he listens to your pleading, your tongue sticking out and asking for something to occupy your mouth. as if on command, neteyam and lo'ak's cocks are now at your lips, your tongue licking up and down their shafts and circling their tips. "ah!" you yelp, ao'nung getting pushed out of your pussy as you squirt once again. he swipes his tip quickly along your clit, dragging out every drop. "that's it... good girl" he whispers, aiding you back to a kneeling position.

all three of them now stand above you, stroking their cocks rapidly. "gonna take all of our cum?" ao'nung questions, staring into your eyes. "yes yes, of course" you exclaim, sticking your tongue out in anticipation. "you have no idea how hot you are" neteyam groans as lo'ak nods in agreement, "such a good girl". the three boys finish in unison, their cum spraying over your face and on your tongue, leaving you looking like a masterpiece. you lick what you can as their chests heave before heading into the sea to clean up the rest, "you boys coming?" you giggle, diving under the surface. that was definitely an experience none of you would forget.

[firstelevens]

23 + sambucky 💛

23. wearing someone's clothes

In spite of his phone buzzing for the sixth time in the space of two minutes, Sam doesn't bother to check it. He's not slacking on the job: he's flanked by other superheroes, all of whom would also be getting notifications if something world-threatening were happening, and he's got AJ and Cass and Sarah in his immediate field of view.

The frenetic buzzing of six--wait, no, make that seven--text messages in no time at all can only be the work of one person, and that person is safely ensconced at the palace in Birnin Zana, undoubtedly being as much of a nuisance to his friends there as he is to Sam.

There's not much of a question as to what the text messages say, so Sam lets them roll in undisturbed, and makes sure that all of the cameras catch him emphatically not checking his phone. Instead he brings his attention to the students in front of him, crouching down to get a better look at the device that they built in their environmental science club.

He points to the receptacle at the top--it's a water filtration system--and asks the group how it works. They're very excited to answer, and when Sam asks specific questions about the mechanisms and how hard the process was, he watches them light up. He talks to them for so long that one of the PR people has to gently nudge him along to another group. Sam's phone periodically keeps buzzing away in his pocket, but he ignores it in favor of talking to all the students, doing his best to ask relevant questions and toss around jokes to make the shy ones laugh.

The event ends with plenty of pictures and plenty of questions about his own wings and how they work, and when it's all over, he feels the same pleasant exhaustion that he feels after a good workout or a mission where things went to plan. In the car on the way back to the house, all AJ and Cass can talk about is how cool all the Stark prototypes were, and Sam promises to let them mess around in his workshop tomorrow so they can do some inventing of their own.

It's not until he's back home that he remembers to even check his phone, putting it on the charger and laughing when the screen lights up to reveal thirty-two text messages from Bucky. The last one came in just a minute ago, so Sam flops down on the cozy armchair in the corner, Bucky's favorite place to curl up on nights when sleep is hard to come by, and calls him back.

The phone barely rings once before Bucky answers, skipping a greeting entirely so he can say, "You stole my sweater!"

Sam laughs. "Hi to you, too, baby."

There's a huff on the other end of the line. "Hi, sweetheart. I miss you, and also, you stole my sweater."

"Did I?" asks Sam. "How do you know that it didn't just find its way into my side of the dresser? You're not very careful about keeping our things separate, you know."

"Yeah, I do know," says Bucky. "That's why when I was packing for Wakanda, I asked you, 'Sam, love of my overlong life, man I would do anything for, have you seen my favorite green sweater?' And when you said no, I asked if you checked your side and you said that it wasn't in your sweater drawer, either."

That's because it was strategically placed in a laundry basket under half a dozen polo shirts that Bucky would never touch, Sam doesn't explain. "Sounds like it just got misplaced, and maybe someone shouldn't wait to pack for their trips until half an hour before they leave."

"Yeah?" asks Bucky. "Is that what it sounds like, and not like someone had their eye on my sweater and waited until I was distracted to snipe it and wear it to a public event where he knew I'd see him on TV?"

"Well that's just silly, Buck. Who would do that?"

"It's impossible to say," replies Bucky, making Sam laugh. Then, after a moment of quiet, he adds, "It looks good on you."

"Thank you," says Sam, and it shouldn't still make warmth rush to his cheeks when Bucky compliments him, but here he is. "Does that mean I get to keep it?"

Bucky snorts. "Let's not get carried away, Wilson."

"That's hardly getting carried away; we just established that I wear it better than you do."

"When did we establish that?" sputters Bucky.

"Are you saying it's not true?"

"Of course not," replies Bucky, without hesitation. "I saw how your arms looked in that thing; it's a fucking revelation. That's not the point."

"Ooh, I've never been called a revelation before," teases Sam.

He expects another grouchy reply, but instead, Bucky just says, "Yes, you have."

Sam actually stops and pulls his phone away from his face to make sure he's still connected. "What was that?"

"Nothing," says Bucky. "Tell me about this science thing that was so important you had to steal my sweater for it."

"Uh-uh," says Sam. "Nope. You tell me who's going around calling me a revelation."

"Sam."

"Bucky."

"You know who it was."

And yeah, Sam's good enough at putting together evidence to get to that conclusion, but he wants to hear it from Bucky all the same. "Tell me anyway?"

"All those times when you crashed into my life in all those different cities, you brought something with you. Do you remember that?"

As if Sam could ever forget. "My folks raised me never to show up empty handed, you know that."

It had been more than that, of course. He hadn't known how else to get Bucky to trust him, sure he was still struggling to trust himself most days. The whole point had been to make sure that Bucky was safe and whole, so the first time Sam managed to cross paths with him, he'd brought a loaf of bread and some strawberries from a roadside stall. Another time, it had been flowers, other times cups of coffee or books.

"Every time you showed up and forced me to take the thing you were giving me, I had to figure out how to be a person about it. I'd forgotten what it was to be annoyed or impatient or to want someone to stay even when you knew they couldn't."

Sam's breath catches in his throat a little, but Bucky doesn't stop.

"And then you would just talk at me for a couple minutes, and then you'd get your stuff and be on your way, and I'd have to find a safe place where I could face up to the fact that you knocked me on my ass with some wilted daisies that you bought for five euros. What else do you call someone who brings you a part of you that you thought you'd never see again?"

"What the fuck, Barnes?" breathes Sam, rasping a little because of the sudden lump in his throat.

"It's the truth!" says Bucky, suddenly defensive.

"Yeah, well, you couldn't have waited to share that truth until I could hear it in person? So I could kiss the shit out of you the way you deserve?"

"Oh," Bucky says quietly. "You know, I could--"

"Absolutely not. Whatever you're thinking, absolutely not. You just managed to earn the Wakandans' trust again; you're not stealing a talon fighter for a booty call."

"It wouldn't be a booty call, Samuel."

"It would a little bit be a booty call, and Ayo would never let you hear the end of it."

Bucky huffs again. "Fine," he grouses. "But I'm coming home as soon as the last repair is done on my arm."

"Good," says Sam. "That'll give me time to steal the rest of your sweaters."

"Sam," Bucky all but whines, and Sam laughs in response.

"Fine. I'll only take most of your sweaters, and maybe one of your hoodies. Just one."

"If I say no, you're just gonna steal more, aren't you?"

"Probably," says Sam, shrugging even though Bucky can't see him.

Bucky sighs. "Fine," he says. "We'll work out a trade when I get home."

"Well, hurry back," says Sam. "I'm kind of curious about your negotiating tactics."

There's a loud laugh from Bucky's end, and Sam can still hear his smile when he speaks. "Back home as soon as possible, sweetheart," says Bucky.

"Gonna hold you to that, baby," says Sam. Then, just as Bucky's about to hang up, he tacks on, "I'm stealing your maroon sweater next!"

When he ends the call, Bucky's only halfway through indignantly crying his name.

[sturniololuvz]

okay yall, brace yourselves for this one it’s sad .



“Shattered Pieces”

Chris sturniolo x brothers&sister

The clock ticked relentlessly in the darkness of Chris’s room, the bright digital numbers glowing eerily in the stillness of the night. It was 2 AM, but sleep was a distant memory. Chris lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his heart heavy with despair. Just hours earlier, everything had felt right. He had been on cloud nine, excited about the girl he thought he was falling for. But now, the weight of betrayal pressed down on him, suffocating and unbearable.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, a new message illuminating the screen. It was from her. As he picked it up, his heart raced, hope flaring momentarily before being extinguished by the harsh reality of her words.

“Hey, I think we should see other people. Sorry!”

It was short and thoughtless, the words cutting deeper than he could have imagined. Chris threw the phone against the wall in a fit of rage, hearing the satisfying crack of plastic and glass. He felt a surge of emotions, anger quickly morphing into deep sadness. He couldn’t wrap his head around how someone he thought cared for him could toss his feelings aside so easily.

How could she say those things to him? How could she act like their late-night talks and laughter meant nothing? He had opened up to her in ways he hadn’t with anyone else, and now it felt like he had been a fool to believe in their connection.

Clenching his fists, he pushed himself off the bed, pacing the floor as he tried to suppress the tears threatening to fall. But the walls felt like they were closing in, and he needed to talk to someone—anyone—before he lost control.

He stormed out of his room and down the hall, finding his siblings in the living room, the flicker of the TV casting a dim light. Y/N, Matt, and Nick looked up as he entered, surprise quickly giving way to concern at the sight of his furious expression.

“Chris? What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with worry.

“What’s wrong?” he echoed, incredulous. “You really want to know what’s wrong?” His voice rose with each word, the anger boiling over again. “I just got dumped by someone I thought actually cared about me!”

Matt raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Whoa, slow down. Who dumped you?”

“It doesn’t matter!” Chris shouted, feeling the tears prick at his eyes as frustration mounted. “She was just playing me! I was a joke to her!”

Nick frowned, sitting up straighter. “Calm down, man. Just tell us what happened.”

Chris took a deep breath, trying to rein in the tumult of emotions. “I thought we had something real. We talked for hours, shared things about ourselves… I opened up to her! And then she sends me a text saying she wants to see other people like it’s no big deal!”

“Did she say why?” Y/N asked gently, stepping closer to him.

“No!” he snapped, feeling the tears spill over. “She didn’t owe me an explanation. I was just some stupid game to her!”

“Chris, you’re not stupid,” Matt interjected, trying to break through the anger. “You loved her. That’s not stupid.”

Chris shook his head violently. “You don’t get it! I thought she was different. I thought she actually liked me! I can’t believe I let myself fall for her! I should have known better!”

His words hung heavy in the air, and Chris felt the anger fade, replaced by a crushing wave of despair. The walls that had held back his tears crumbled, and he collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in his hands.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he sobbed, the pain pouring out of him. “I’m so stupid for trusting her! I thought she was the one…”

Y/N rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “It’s okay, Chris. We’re here.”

But the words didn’t reach him. He felt hollow and raw, the ache in his chest overwhelming. Matt and Nick joined them, pulling Chris into a group hug as his body shook with silent cries.

“Why does this keep happening to me?” he choked out, voice muffled by his hands. “Why can’t I ever find someone who actually cares?”

Nick brushed his hand through Chris’s hair, his voice soothing. “Because you deserve better, Chris. You deserve someone who sees how incredible you are and appreciates you.”

“But it doesn’t feel that way right now,” Chris whispered, the vulnerability piercing through the anger. “I just feel… lost.”

Matt tightened his grip, determination in his voice. “We’ll figure this out together. You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ll get through it, no matter how long it takes.”

Days passed, and the initial wave of emotion transformed into a fog of depression that settled heavily over Chris. He became a shell of his former self, dragging through the motions of life with a hollow expression. The laughter and energy that usually filled their home faded, replaced by an unsettling silence as Chris retreated into himself.

He found it hard to get out of bed in the mornings, the thought of facing another day without her suffocating. Even his favorite foods lost their appeal; he barely ate, often pushing his plate away after just a few bites. His stomach twisted painfully at the mere thought of food, reminding him of the pit in his heart. Some days, he found himself feeling nauseous, the anxiety overwhelming him to the point of throwing up.

“Chris, you need to eat something,” Nick urged one evening, watching his brother poke at a half-eaten sandwich. “You can’t just skip meals like this.”

“I’m not hungry,” Chris mumbled, his voice devoid of energy.

“That’s not true,” Matt interjected, concern etched across his face. “You’re making yourself sick. Please, just take a bite.”

But Chris couldn’t bring himself to comply. Instead, he felt the tears well up, frustration and despair spiraling into a toxic mix that consumed him. “I don’t care anymore!” he yelled, the words spilling out in anger. “What’s the point? It’s all meaningless anyway!”

His siblings exchanged worried glances, but Chris didn’t notice. All he could feel was the ache in his chest, the constant reminder of the girl who had broken him.

At night, when the house was quiet, he often found himself lying awake, replaying every moment they had shared, every laugh, every secret. The memories haunted him, and he sobbed into his pillow, wishing desperately to turn back time. He felt like a prisoner in his own mind, trapped in the dark thoughts that plagued him.

One night, after yet another long day of silence and self-loathing, Chris sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. He had been trying to distract himself with music, but even his favorite songs felt hollow. The door creaked open, and Y/N peered in, her expression a mix of concern and determination.

“Can I come in?” she asked softly.

Chris shrugged, not bothering to look up.

Y/N stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She sat down beside him, the weight of her presence grounding. “You can’t keep doing this, Chris,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “We’re worried about you. You can talk to us.”

Chris finally turned to look at her, tears streaming down his face. “I just… I can’t shake this feeling. I feel so broken. I thought she loved me. I thought I meant something to her.”

“You did mean something to her,” Y/N insisted, her voice firm. “You still do, even if she doesn’t realize it. But you can’t let this consume you.”

“I don’t know how to stop it,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Every time I close my eyes, I see her. I see the way she smiled at me like I was special, and now I just feel… worthless.”

Y/N’s eyes shimmered with tears. “You’re not worthless, Chris. You’re amazing and so loved. Don’t let her take that away from you.”

As his sister spoke, Chris felt the walls he had built around himself begin to crack. The pain was still there, raw and unbearable, but maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to face it alone. He could lean on his siblings, let them help him through this darkness.

Suddenly, the anger and sadness became too much to bear. With a choked sob, he broke down again, falling into Y/N’s arms. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore,” he cried, the grief pouring out of him like a broken dam.

Y/N held him tightly, whispering soothing words as he let the tears flow. “You won’t feel this way forever, Chris. We’ll help you. You just have to let us in.”

In that moment, amidst the chaos of heartbreak, Chris felt a glimmer of hope. It was fragile, but it was there, reminding him that healing was possible, even if the road was long and painful. With his family by his side, he took a small step toward reclaiming himself, determined to find the light again.