#as you want without having to give anything up because you’ll never get interrupted

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

fallout (pt 1)

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: you work with skz in chernobyl. everything is fine....until it isn't.

tags/warnings: gruesome and horrific material, explosions, gory kind of? sorry if i missed anything.... still putting it together.

a/n: guys im sorry if no one likes this... i really don't know why i want to write this but i am. if thos offends anybody, please message me or ask a question and I WILL fix it.

also this is a whole different series from without you... im taking a break from that because its giving me brainrot 😔✊🏼

The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you stood in the conference room, the smell of coffee and old papers lingering in the air. Chan sat beside you, his fingers absently tracing circles on the side of his notebook, a habit he’d picked up whenever he was deep in thought. His calm presence was a stark contrast to the tension that filled the room.

“We need more time,” argued the lead engineer, his voice strained. “The reactor’s efficiency metrics are inconclusive. If we push it beyond its limits now—”

“You’ll deliver results,” interrupted the plant director, his voice cold as steel. “Do not forget your responsibility here. The higher-ups demand progress, and progress is what they will get.”

Your eyes flicked to Chan, seeking reassurance. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, the only visible sign of his unease.

After the meeting adjourned, Chan pulled you aside in the corridor, away from prying eyes and ears. “Something’s off,” he murmured, his hand brushing yours as he spoke. “They’re rushing too much. If the numbers aren’t ready—”

“They won’t listen,” you said softly. “You saw how they dismissed every concern.”

Chan’s lips pressed into a thin line. He took your hand, his thumb stroking across your knuckles. “I don’t want you anywhere near the reactor tonight. Stay in the lab, okay?”

You nodded, though a pit of worry was forming in your stomach.

~ The explosion happened just after midnight.

You were reviewing reports in your lab when the tremor shook the ground beneath your feet, followed by a deafening roar. A wave of heat and light seemed to burst from the direction of the reactor. The shock threw you against the wall, scattering papers and instruments across the room.

Your heart pounded as you stumbled to your feet, ignoring the sting in your palms from broken glass. Alarms blared, and the once-calm corridors were now chaos. Workers yelled over the cacophony, their faces pale with fear.

“Chan!” you gasped, sprinting toward the reactor’s control room. Smoke billowed down the hallway, thick and suffocating, but you didn’t stop.

You found him standing just outside the control room, his face illuminated by the eerie, fiery glow of the reactor core. His usually steady demeanor was replaced by something you’d never seen before—raw panic.

“Get back!” he yelled when he saw you, rushing to meet you halfway. His hands gripped your arms, grounding you even in the chaos. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“What happened?” you demanded, coughing against the smoke clawing at your lungs.

“The core,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s... it’s exposed. We have to evacuate—”

A violent crack from above interrupted him. Debris rained down, and Chan pulled you into his arms, shielding you with his body.

~

Hours passed in a blur. Emergency meetings were held as officials tried to downplay the situation, spouting scientific jargon meant to reassure but failing miserably. The truth hung in the air, unspoken but understood by everyone.

The reactor was beyond saving.

Chan stayed close, his presence a steady anchor as you analyzed radiation readings and coordinated containment strategies. It wasn’t enough to stop the spread, and the reality of the disaster sank deeper with every passing minute.

In the quiet moments, he caught your gaze, his eyes reflecting an unspoken promise. Whatever happened next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

And for now, that was enough.

[raisinushigher]

i am Still thinking about this. its with other stuff that belonged to gandhi implying that it’s his locket which probably means that abe. still has his and that. that one picture of them in the boat is the last thing he has left of him

[covenofagatha]

Nicky's mom has got it going on (Part 3)

You and Agatha have a party of your own in her bedroom.

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: smut, oral, fingering, face riding, light choking, mommy kink, marking

Her mouth opens without hesitation and her hand finds your cheek to pull you even closer. Her tongue licks up the roof of your mouth and you moan openly. 

You can’t believe you’re here, in Agatha’s bedroom, her tongue in your mouth, her hand running through your hair under your witch’s hat. 

And you only met her last week. 

And – fuck. 

You pull back, breathing heavily. Agatha’s cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen, and you’re sure you'd be even more disheveled if you looked in a mirror. 

“What about Nicky?” you say, silently cursing yourself for interrupting possibly the hottest make-out session of your life. 

She doesn’t even seem flustered at the thought of her son and your best friend. She only leans in closer and says, “Do you want to stop?” 

You ponder this for a second. She’s letting you know that it’s okay to put Nicky first, to not do anything rash that might hurt him. But your body thrums with heat and you’re not sure you’d ever forgive yourself if you walked away from this goddess right now. 

This time, you put your hand on her cheek and trace her face with your eyes. It’s hard to read what she’s thinking, but you can see the darkness in her blue eyes and the way her chest rises and falls. She’s leaning into your touch. 

“Fuck it,” you whisper. “Nicky doesn’t have to know.”

Agatha smirks and pulls you right back in. This time, you have no reservations and you give as good as you get. You find her hand with yours and lead it so it’s around your throat. Her breath hitches and she squeezes lightly, stopping her kisses so she can see how you react. 

You whimper and her eyes flash. “Dirty girl,” she tuts and resumes kissing you, hand never leaving your throat, and you begin running your hands up and down her vest, parting it so more of her chest is exposed and you can feel her bare skin. 

You palm her breasts and she breaks the kiss with a moan. 

“Fuck,” she swears under her breath and you make it a mission to make her keep doing that. You shift over so you’re straddling her and you begin to trail kisses down the side of her neck and to her collarbones. Her hand leaves your throat, knocks the hat off your head, and tangles her fingers in your hair, a gasp emitting from your mouth. “You’re doing so good, baby.” The praise goes right through you and settles in your dripping cunt. 

Both of you scramble to take her vest off, and the moment her breasts are in view, you take her right nipple in your mouth and suck. Her head is thrown back and she lets out a loud groan. She holds you there, pulling at your hair. 

Her free hand strokes its way down your back until it settles on your hips, brushing her fingertips against your ass, and only then do you realize you’ve been slowly grinding in her lap. She must notice this too, because she lets out a throaty chuckle. 

“Look at how desperate you are,” Agatha teases, as if she’s not the one fervently keeping you in place around her nipple. You whine against her and her fingers pull you away from her. 

“But – I – I want…” your brain can barely put a sentence together, so overwhelmed by her. 

“There’ll be time for that later, I promise. But it’s my turn now,” she says, and you didn’t have a chance after that. She pulls your top over your head and throws it somewhere in the room, and then she’s biting and sucking all over your chest. You can only imagine the bruises you’ll have tomorrow. 

“Oh fuck!” you breathe sharply as she bites gently on your nipple and then moves to mark the underside of your breast. 

“You like that?” she asks and you can only moan loudly. “You like knowing who you belong to?” 

“You, Agatha, only you,” you pant and you can feel her smirk against your skin. 

“Good girl,” she says in the raspy voice you love so much, her dark eyes twinkling as she looks up at you. Without warning, she grabs your thighs and flips you over, so you’re laying on your back on the bed and she’s on top of you. 

“Agatha, please, I need you,” you whimper, raising your hips up and down without meaning to. The grin she gives you is wicked. 

She continues her path of biting and sucking down your stomach and pauses for only a moment to pull your boots and skirt off. She looks positively delighted at the purple lace underwear you’re wearing. 

“Did you wear these for me?” she asks, tracing a finger up and down the soaked fabric. “You’re so wet, baby.” 

You nod so hard it almost hurts your head. “Wanted you to see them. Want you so bad.” 

She dips her fingers into your slit through your underwear, which only makes the damp fabric get more wet. “What do you want from me?” 

“Want your fingers and your mouth and everything else, please, please, Agatha, just need you, oh–” your begging cuts off as her fingers slowly start to unpeel your underwear from your sopping cunt. She brings them to her face and runs her tongue over the wetness and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. She lets out a filthy moan before she shoves them into her pocket and spreads your legs with her hands. 

“Oh, baby, I’ll give you all of that,” she promises and leans down to suck a kiss into your upper thigh. Your hips buckle and your hands reach down to thread through her hair, but she pulls back. “No touching,” she says sternly. “Or I’ll have to tie you up.” 

The noise you make at the threat is downright salacious and she raises an eyebrow. 

“Would you like that, baby girl?” 

You can barely think straight and you fist your hands into the sheets. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” While the thought of her tying you up turns you on even more, you’re not sure you can wait a second more before she touches you. 

She shoots you a smirk and delves down between your legs. Her fingers slowly slide up and down your mound, collecting the wetness. 

“You’re soaking my fingers,” she says in awe, holding them up so you can see how they glisten in the light. Your tongue dips out to wet your lips, not going unnoticed by her. “Do you want a taste?” 

You nod eagerly and she slides two fingers into your mouth and moans at the feeling of your hot tongue around them. You lick the wetness off of them, not breaking eye contact. 

“Your pretty little mouth feels so good, darling. Can’t wait to see what else it can do.”

You garble around her fingers and she chuckles. A string of spit connects her fingers to your lips when she pulls her fingers out and Agatha wipes her hand across your cheek. 

“Are you ready, baby?” she asks, her hand back down between your legs. 

“Fuck, yes, please,” is all you can say and she smirks before she pushes a finger into your opening, immediately drawing a pornographic moan from your mouth. Her thumb slides against your clit and you clench around the one finger, trying to draw her in. 

“You feel so good,” she drawls. “Can you take another?” 

You can’t believe she even has to ask. You beg again and tighten around the second finger as it dips inside you. She’s stroking your walls so nicely, finding that spot with every thrust, but you need more. 

“Agatha,” you moan. She looks delighted with how undone you already are. “Please, I’m close, I need more.” 

She gives you a wink before leaning down and giving your clit a little kitten lick. You squeal, hips jumping off the bed, and your hands tighten in the sheets. 

“You’re being such a good girl for me, I think you deserve a reward,” she says, and then starts devouring your pussy with her hot mouth. You’re panting so loudly you’re almost worried that the partygoers downstairs will be able to hear you. 

“Fuck, mommy –” you clamp a hand over your mouth and Agatha freezes. “Shit, I’m so sorry, it just slipped out.”

Her eyes get darker, if that’s even possible, and she reaches up to tug your hand off your face. “Be a good girl for a mommy and let me hear you say it again.” 

Oh. My. God. “Mommy, please,” you say, your voice hoarse. “I’m so close.” 

“I know, baby. Just lay back and let mommy take care of you.” Her fingers resume their movements and her tongue lazily plays with your clit. “What would you do if my son walked in right now?”

Your breath catches and you clench around her fingers. Why is that so hot?

“If he saw his best friend being fucked like a slut by his own mother?” She punctuates the last part of the sentence with a hard thrust for each word, looking up to see how you’re reacting. 

“I’d tell you to keep going, mommy.” 

You can tell that’s the right answer. She picks up the pace of her fingers and sucks on your clit hard, and that’s it for you. 

You crash over the edge, almost yelling her name and she fucks you through your orgasm, not stopping until she makes you cum again. 

“Mommy, please, too much,” you whimper, finally reaching down to intertwine your fingers into her hair, trying to pull her away. “Want to taste you.” 

“Oh, do you?” she asks, feigning disinterest, but you can tell that your words are affecting her. Your hands are shaky as they reach down to toy with her belt. “Will you let me sit on your face?” 

All you can do is let out a loud moan at the question before you urgently sit up and help her shimmy out of her pants. You need to taste her more than you need to breathe at this point. She shoves you back down on the bed once she’s peeled her leather pants and underwear off, and slowly starts to crawl over your body. 

“Are you ready?” she asks, gently brushing sweaty strands of your hair off your face. The look in her eyes, while still smoldering, is somehow soft at the same time. 

“Yes. I want to make you feel good,” you say and she hovers her pussy right above your mouth with a groan. 

You first mouth at the skin right next to the juncture of her thighs, wanting to leave a mark on her. One of her hands tightens in your hair. 

“Be a good girl for mommy and stop teasing,” she says gruffly and you chuckle before running your tongue between her folds. Her breath hitches and you dig right in, alternating between dipping your tongue into her cunt and swirling your tongue over her clit. “Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good for me. You like me sitting on your face?” 

You reply enthusiastically with your mouth full of her cunt. She can’t understand you, but she has a good idea of what you’re trying to say. 

“God, I wish everyone at the party could see what a good slut you’re being for me,” she says and you feel the heat start to creep back into your stomach. You’re still devouring her, and she’s started to grind back and forth, taking what she needs. “They’d be so jealous that only I get to have you like this.” 

This time you take a break to say, “only you, mommy” and then you’re right back to possibly your favorite place on earth. 

“You’re such a good girl, baby, making mommy feel so good,” she says, picking up speed, just using your tongue to get off. You grab her ass and dig your nails in so you can help her. Her voice trails off and turns into broken moans and she cums all over your face. She slowly rides out the aftershocks and then gets off you, helping you sit up. 

Her eyes run all over your face, smirking at her wetness glistening on your cheeks. And then she’s pulling you into a filthy kiss, tasting herself on you while you taste yourself on her from earlier. 

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” she asks gently once she’s proficiently taken your breath away with the kiss. 

Your heart warms. “Really good,” you whisper, laughing a little in disbelief at what just happens. She joins in, stroking your cheek with a finger. “What happens now?”

Your question seems to sober both of you up a little. 

She inhales before asking, “What do you want to happen?” 

You know the right answer: never speak of this again and pretend nothing ever happened, for Nicky’s sake. Plus, what kind of future do the two of you have? 

“Can we do this again sometime?” You try to blame that as a Freudian slip or something, but deep down, you know this one time was not enough to satiate the urge you have for Agatha Harkness. 

A wide grin spreads across her face. “Want to stay over again tonight? This time though, come here once Nicky’s gone to bed.” Agatha gives you one last peck on the lips before standing up. “Oh, and you might want to fix your makeup before you head back to the party.”

She tosses you a wink, throws her clothes back on, and then she’s leaving the room, footsteps going down the stairs. 

You walk into her bathroom and gasp at the sight of you. Hair mussed up, lipstick smeared, eye makeup dark and smudged. Your chest is littered with red marks that will surely be bruises by tomorrow. You dig around and find makeup remover wipes in one of Agatha’s drawers and wipe it all off. No use in trying to salvage any of it, especially knowing that once everyone leaves, she will just ravish you again. 

You pull your costume back on. The top doesn’t completely hide all the marks she left on you, but you find the thought of walking around with them hot. 

Once downstairs, you see Agatha watching you out of the corner of your eye, but before you can walk over to her, Nicky intercepts you. 

“There you are, y/n! I’ve been looking all over for you! Dude, where have you been?” he says. You feel a bit of guilt rising in you, but you push it away and shrug. 

“It’s Halloween, Nicky. I’ve been partying.” 

Agatha appears next to you just as you finish your sentence. 

“You were ‘partying’ and just somehow got like ten hickeys on your neck?” he says accusingly and you can feel Agatha laughing next to you. Nicky lowers his voice so only you and his mother can hear, “Did you hook up with someone here? Oh my god, who was it? Was it Wanda from chem class? I’m pretty sure I saw her here.” 

“No, it wasn’t Wanda,” you shoot back. “Stop trying to guess.” 

“Whoever it was clearly did a good job,” Agatha joins in, looking amused at her love bites on your chest.

“Eh, they were alright.” The look in yours is both teasing and challenging. Agatha cocks an eyebrow. 

“Guess they’ll just have to do better next time.” 

“Guess so.” 

“Whatever. I’ll figure out who it was eventually, y/n. I’m gonna go get some more punch,” Nicky says. You break out of your heated stare with Agatha and turn to glance at him. 

You smile and the second he’s gone, Agatha’s grabbing your wrist and dragging you back upstairs. 

“I’ll show you ‘alright’,” she vows, and your heart leaps in excitement.

[charliemwrites]

Part 7

Content: sparring and injury

Sparring is one of your favorite activities. With your team, it’s a chance to learn and improve, to keep from falling into old habits. And yes, okay, it’s also become something of foreplay. Especially with your captain, who seems to delight in tossing you around and pinning you with his bulk.

(And Keegan, who came in his pants once when you had him in a chokehold, one your thighs between his. But no, no, now is not the time to think about that…)

You’re not the best hand-to-hand operator on the team, sure. That title belongs to Nikto, who hits so hard and fast you’re down before you even realize he’s swinging. But you’re certainly a force to be reckoned with.

Not this much though.

If you were in the mood to give them credit for anything — and you’re really not — they’re at least subtle. You don’t catch on during the first round with Soap. Your brain has completely transitioned into the comfortable rhythm of practice combat. Something to be taken seriously, but not the high-stress of victory or death in a mission.

No, Soap gets away with it in the moment. You only notice as you’re taking your water break, rotated out with the uneven numbers between your teams. You’re surveying the pairs and notice him sparring with Keegan.

There’s something decidedly more intense about it. Like… like he’s putting real effort into trying to beat Keegan. An effort he did not put into fighting you.

Rage burns through you, hot and thick, buzzing in your head.

Does he think you’re not worth any real effort? Does he think you can’t handle a proper fight, that this is just playtime? Is he really treating you like some fresh-faced recruit that needs to be babied after all this time?

When you captain finishes wiping the floor with Gaz, you go to his side. One look at your face and he knows.

“Whose head is rolling?” He asks, plucking your bottle from your hand for a sip.

“Soap threw our match.”

His eyes flare before he closes them, swallows the water in his mouth and sighs.

“How do you want to handle it?” He asks.

“Wait, wait,” Gaz interrupts. And the look your captain gives him… Christ. To his credit, he doesn’t back down though. “He probably just thought it would be good, yeah? To… let you get some anger out.”

You run your tongue over your teeth, a mean laugh slipping out. The captain arches his eyebrows in what could almost be sympathy. Or arousal, hard to tell when he’s got such a good poker face. (Mix of both, you figure)

“Oh, he wants me to get some anger out?” You roll your shoulders. “Sounds like a great idea.”

Ghost is your last match before reset — before you’ll get a chance to show Soap just how much steam you need to let off.

Except now that you’re looking for it, you recognize almost immediately that he’s throwing the match. Probably especially because it’s Ghost. You never stood a chance against him before leaving, even now you didn’t have optimistic expectations for a fight with him. So the fact that it doesn’t feel like you’re working for every inch you gain…

The final straw is when you try a move from before. Something he never fell for once and always reprimanded you for using. He “falls” for it this time. You don’t pull your punch when it goes directly into his face.

Know immediately that he’s feeling it, that wicked hook Keegan always whistles over. Blinking past his mask. And you don’t let up, pressing and pressing the advantage. Take him down to the ground using all your built strength, twisting into a vicious arm bar and pulling, pulling, pulling—

“Bloody hell, I yield!” He snarls, palm slamming against your thigh.

You release him, but not without one last nasty kick to the soft spot beneath his ribs.

The gym has gone silent. You don’t care, pushing to your feet with hands still balled into tight, angry fists.

“You ever throw a fight with me again, I’ll break your fucking jaw, Riley,” you snarl.

Price, expression stormy, takes a step forward.

“He threw the fight?” He asks.

You scoff, “Either that or the 141’s quality is lacking nowadays.”

You step off the mat to join the rest of your team, exchange a frustrated look with your captain. Nova comes to your side, curling a finger into your belt loop in solidarity.

“Gotta say, Price, I’m disappointed,” your captain says. “This is getting out of control. I won’t have my team put at risk because yours can’t keep it professional. I’d rather just tell Laswell to get you a different support team.”

You’re almost surprised to see how the 141 jolts, four pairs of eyes flicking to you in panic. What in the actual hell?

“Take it easy,” Price says, eyes flashing. “I’ll have a word with them.”

You glance up at your captain, see from the twitch in his jaw and the tightness around his eyes that his patience for this is wearing gossamer thin.

“See to it. In the meantime, we’ve got work to do.”

He turns his back on the 141, and you’re all too happy to follow suit, pressing a kiss to Nova’s cheek when she sends you a worried look. Whatever weird issue the 141 is having, they need to stop making it your issue.

“Keegan, with me,” your captain says. “Nikto, you’re up against the girls.”

Nikto tilts his head in a nod, then jolts as you and Nova take either side of him.

“Gonna show us a good time, Nik?” You coo.

“Always love a tag-team,” Nova purrs.

The captain grins. “Have fun you three.”

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[gothlcsan]

ESEX ; JEONG YUNHO

PAIRING non!idol yunho + afab!reader

GENRE 18+ SMUT

SYNOPSIS when you convince your boyfriend, yunho to take time away from his game to please you, both of you forgetting to turn off his headset..

WORD COUNT 2790

WARNINGS implied shower sex, dubcon (reader crawls under yunho’s desk without him knowing), chokehold (reader receiving), biting, kissing, mentions of breeding, non detailed aftercare, no protection (use protection yall), let me know if there’s more to tag!

a/n my first fic of the new year! thank you to everyone who has stuck with me throughout the year and engaged with my writing and this account overall. 🥺 id love to start 2024 with the goal of making friendships on here and writing for others so if you could share this and send any requests my way, id absolutely love it so much. happy new year everyone! much love. 🩶

Ever since you had gotten your boyfriend, Yunho, the new Spider-man two game for his playstation, he’s been a bit too occupied. You never minded when Yunho would set away time to play his games, always having an unofficial schedule of doing your own work or hobbies while he games. However, it’s been two days and the game was slowly (but quickly) getting in the way of both your relationship and life itself. He’s barely eaten, slept, and you were more than positive that the only thing he did in the bathroom was to use the toilet meaning; he was in desperate need of a shower.

Knocking on his door, you popped just your head in, having to step inside fully with a sigh seeing his gaming headset on. He was most likely playing with his friends (mentally apologizing to their partners knowing exactly what they’re going through) tapping onto his shoulder to grab his attention. Yunho blatantly ignores you, rolling your eyes as you shook his shoulder saying his name again to rob his attention from the game. This ends up with him pausing the game finally, muttering to his friends that he had to deal with something, the group groaning saying to make it quick. Turning his head he gives an annoyed, “yes?”

“Don’t be mean, Yunho. I was trying to not interrupt and ask if you wanted anything to eat but you couldn’t hear me.”

“I’m not hungry.” He goes to put the headset back on, stopping him by placing it back down onto the desk.

“Yeah see I don’t believe that because you haven’t eaten in a few days and I’m starting to get annoyed.”

Lifting up a handful of empty candy wrappers, you glare at Yunho stating candy wasn’t a nutritional meal, a pout forming on his face as he turns his hand to let the wrappers fall back onto his desk. Luckily, he was smart enough not to argue with logic.

“I’m just asking, come eat, shower, and then if you’d like to go back to gaming, cool. I hate sounding like your mum.”

Yunho blushes, apologizing as he tells everyone he’ll be back later on, saving the game before closing out of it. Standing up he feels the ache of sitting for too long, his empty stomach growling loudly as he sheepishly grabs for your hand to walk to the kitchen with you.

“You smell,” you said with a laugh, all but being dragged into the kitchen where Yunho finished multiple bowls of rice and plates of meat. You were happy to see him finally eat properly, enjoying your warm stew as he grilled more meat for the two of you to share on the portable grill.

Finishing your meal, the two of you slouch into your seats, Yunho thanking you for the meal. You laugh at him, telling him it wasn’t a problem and you were happy that he ate. Yunho excuses himself to go shower, giving you a kiss against your forehead before lightly jogging towards the direction of the bathroom. Usually you’d be bothered by having to make dinner and then clean up solo but hearing the shower finally running after a few days, you’ll happily do the majority of the work.

Placing the last of the dried dishes into the cupboards, you turn around hearing the bathroom door opening, anticipating for Yunho to come back into the kitchen (most likely to show you he showered like a puppy.) As if on cue, Yunho comes out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen in a pair of black shorts and a lavender gray sweater, towel wrapped around his neck to protect his hair from dripping onto it. Giving him a tight hug around his waist, you bury your face into his chest, inhaling his clean scent before looking up at him with a huge grin.

“You smell so good. Thank you.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Yunho says as he leans down and plants a kiss against your lips, walking back towards his gaming room.

“I love you!”

“I love you too, dork.” You yell back, going to your shared room to grab clothes to take your own shower.

Several hours later, you hit the realization that Yunho was still gaming.

Swiping your phone screen down, you purse your lips, seeing it was already one in the morning and Yunho was yet in bed with you. Placing your phone down next to you, you grab the collar of the baggy shirt you stole from Yunho, taking an annoyed look down at your lingerie hiding underneath the baggy fabric. It felt like a bit of a waste, becoming slightly upset by it. Deciding you weren’t going to get upset or put beneath a game, you climb out of bed making your way down the small hallway into his gaming room. Of course when you twist the doorknob and push the door open, he was sitting at his desk, headset on as he yelled at his friends who were surely doing the same to him. Letting yourself in, you stand behind him for a while knowing that he was engrossed into the game, oblivious of the fact you were positioned right behind him.

“Yunho.”

Nothing.

You nudge him a bit, “Yunho?”

Nothing. If you were a snake, he’d be bitten eons ago.

Huffing you roll your eyes, gently bending onto the floor until your hands and knees touch the carpet. Quietly, you slowly and carefully crawl against the soft carpet to make your way under the desk from the side, thanking Yunho in your head for having pristine cable management. Not wanting to ponder on the level of embarrassment you would’ve had to face if you got stuck or unplugged a cord. He still hadn’t acknowledged your existence, shrugging as you situated yourself to be directly in front of his lap, taking a deep breath before reaching for his shorts. His knee jerks, knocking his knee against the underside of the desk as he feels a tug on the band of the shorts, surprised. Yunho leans back and looks down, flinching clearly spooked when he sees you tucked under him.

“When did you get there?” He asked, confused.

“No, not you, my girlfriend. Shut up.” Yunho hollers into the headset, covering his microphone with his hand.

“You once again didn’t answer me and haven’t even got to see me in my pretty new lingerie.” You feigned a pout, yanking his shorts down.

“Babe-,” He’s cut off by you wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, glaring at him.

“It’s the least you can do, Yunho. If you want to play your game so badly, do so, but I'm using you.” You spat, watching his eyes widen and roll back as you moved your fingers up the shaft, to compare size, the tips of your fingers nowhere near close to passing the tip. He lets out a breathy sigh flinching as he mumbles a suspiciously quick “nothing” into his headset, his head falling back as you leave multiple wet opened mouth kisses up the shaft stopping around the tip.

“Is that my shirt?”

You grin widely giggling as you give him a nod.

“Mhm, I know how hard you get from seeing me in your clothes.”

Yunho must’ve forgotten his headset audio was on, groaning out a low, “fuck,” as he moved to kick off his shorts. His dick laid heavy against his abdomen and stomach, smirking pleased at his expression. Someone was desperate. Placing your hand back around him, you shift your weight so you can easily lean forward, wrapping your lips around one of his balls. Taking it into your mouth and giving it a few suctions at different pressures, Yunho groans loudly, this time a hand reaching down to lock your head into place. The twinge of pain on your scalp makes you wet in between your legs, clenching around nothing as you hum contentedly. Dropping him from your mouth with a wet pop, you fight his grip on you long enough to look at him and smile, hoping to get exactly what you want.

“Take it off.”

Removing his grip from you, he pushes back just far enough from the desk to give you space to maneuver the shirt off yourself, exposing the revealing lingerie hidden underneath. Yunho breathes deeply through his nose, feeling suddenly embarrassed by his deep fixation on you, Yunho clearly content with your choice. The black sheer lace complimented your skin, his long slender fingers reaching down to hook underneath the shoulder strap, moving alongside it until he reached the back of it - - unhooking the bra to fall onto your lap in one smooth movement. Your boobs fall from the bra, blushing as he helps you to move onto his lap, not allowing you a second to process before his large mouth is wrapped around one of your nipples.

“Yunho.” You enthusiastically moan into his ear, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck allowing your fingers to intertwine with his hair. His tongue swipes across the erected bud as he uses his hand to squeeze your boob, pushing more than just the nipple into his ravenous mouth. Your mind becomes clouded as the hand around your boob slips down your stomach until it passes the band of your thong. Long, slender fingers moving suggestively up and then back down your slit before suddenly delving two into your pussy. Clenching around the digits, you whine into Yunho’s neck who hushes you down by praising you, moving just the tips of his fingers not yet thrusting.

“Want, more,” You slur looking down at his hand, giving him an inviting kiss against his jaw that immediately turned into a soft gasp from the sudden thrust of his fingers. They felt incredibly deep already, your head leaning back to rest on his armchair, moans flooding the room. Erotically wet squelching from his fingers pushing into you makes you blush profusely, begging him to quench the fiery desire for him. Fortunately due to the fact you two haven’t had sex in the days he’s spent gaming, Yunho was more than eager to do as you wished.

“Let’s take these off, ok?”

Yanking the thong off your body and throwing thoughtlessly somewhere on to the floor, Yunho helps you up so you're comfortably positioned bent over his desk. He fixes your legs open for easier access, kissing up from the shoulder blades to the crook of your neck, giving a playful bite before refocusing his attention. Wrapping a hand around the backside of your knee, Yunho lifts your leg up, his dick sinking into you with little to no resistance. Your eyes roll up in satisfaction, wrapping your fingers around the edge of his desk to hold yourself somewhat into place, sweet moans already starting to flow past your lips. With each thrust another round of erotic noises are ripped out of you, your thoughts cloudy as you begged Yunho to never stop. He wraps his free arm around your throat, bringing you up to his chest in a chokehold. The grip was tight but gentle enough not to bring you any harm, the additional pain making you clench around him hard.

“Please, please, please,” you begged.

“Please what, hm?”

Your face burns up suddenly embarrassed giving him nothing but breathy whines that held no context.

“I asked you a question, please what?” Yunho reiterated, his grip tightening around both the backside of your knee and around your throat.

“Please breed me, I miss you.”

The entirety of your body inflamed in an instant blush, Yunho smirking as he drops his chokehold on you. You gasped for air, groaning between pursed lips as you felt Yunho’s large hands wrapped around your hips. His thrusts became sloppy but enough to hit all the right places, picking up in pace making the skin around your ass and thighs brighten to a pink. Feeling him twitched whilst inside you made your head spin in circles, it was more than evident both of you were close to your orgasms, taking in large breaths continuously begging Yunho to cum in you. Yunho’s breath warmly fanning your ear as he spoke and the weight of him being pressed against you to do so as he didn’t once slow down his thrusts into you, he bites and tugs at your earlobe before letting go.

“Should I fill you up?”

“Please, Yunho, please-“

“You’d look so cute filled by me.” Yunho cut you off, not having to see him to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Want you, please, please?”

Your eyes hooded over as he laughed over your desperation, fucking into you at a vigorous pace until his legs began to convulse and tremble.

“Fuck,” is the last word you pick up before your head fuzzes completely over, spilling around Yunho’s dick. Quiet moans are pushed out of you as Yunho reaches his climax, warmth filling you up. He slowly begins to lessen his pace, pulling back until he is almost completely out of you before pushing himself back into you balls deep. He mumbles about feeling warm but you’re unable to coherently grasp what he was saying, whining as he pulls out, clenching around nothing already missing him. You can feel your shared arousal drip down your thighs, whining for a kiss, smiling as Yunho felt your head into place to give you a loving kiss. Not caring about the sweat or anything else for that matter, you climb on top of his desk, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

The two of you spend a few minutes kissing as a way to “catch your breath,” giggling as Yunho pulls away asking how you felt. Pondering on the question with a hum, you watch his face slowly begin to switch to worry.

“I’m teasing! It felt so good, I missed you badly.” You reassured him, giving him another reassuring kiss on the lips.

Yunho begins to say something but freezes, his eyes wide in panic as he rips off his headset, leaning over you as he exited out of his game and clicked on something else you didn’t recognize. Asking him what was wrong his body simoustanly flushes a deep red, his gaze bouncing between you and the monitor.

“The game wasn’t off,” he pauses, “or the chat.”

You raise an eyebrow. “The chat?”

Yunho groans, begging you to not get mad at him, so red you were scared he’d combust into flames. Asking him again what he was talking about, his sudden concern starting to freak you out.

“The chat, as in my friends in discord, who was on call with me when you came in, heard us.. you know.”

It was your turn to turn red. You hadn’t thought about checking on that before continuing on since the two of you both were equally in the moment, hiding behind your hands in embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Yu, hopefully they didn’t listen.”

“What if they did?”

You weren’t sure why that question made your cheeks flare up the way it had, in between your legs warming and growing wet with curiosity. What if they had? Would they have stayed on and listened? Did they take their headphones off and acted as if they heard nothing? Lastly, why did the idea of someone catching you two suddenly turning you on?

Those “what ifs” ran through your mind at such a speed that made you nauseous, Yunho reassuring you it was nothing, pressing gentle kisses across your jaw and up to your lips. You decided to let it fade from your mind not wanting to overthink something so silly, allowing Yunho to pick you up off his desk bridal style heading out of the bedroom and making his way down the hallway towards the bathroom to shower together.

Now, you and Yunho had forgotten all about the mishap by the time the two of you had round two and cleaned up in the shower. However, for poor Mingi who was slumped back in his gaming chair with his arm covering his face, he was living through the shame of listening to his best friend and his girlfriend have sex. Which isn’t even the worst part of the entire situation, the brute of his embarrassment lied in the fact he had shamelessly masturbated to them. This quickly became a secret he’d have to carry to his grave with him. Groaning as he cleaned himself up, turning off his pc, and never bringing the situation up to anyone, thankful as you two never brought it up either, deciding it was best for everyone if no one acted like it happened.

[rosepinks-world]

‘𝐼 𝐿𝐼𝒦𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟 𝒮𝐼𝑅’ / Simon Riley x Female! Reader

Summary: After weeks of guessing what Ghost’s girlfriend would do for work they finally find out when they meet you, much to Ghost’s dismay.

Ghost had, had it.

He was dumb enough to answer a call from you in front of Soap and Gaz, not thinking anything of it but he was wrong.

The little shits had been non stop attempting to guess what his girlfriend looked like and what she would do for a work for nearly the whole week now.

Tuesday:

‘A goth maybe!’ Soap shouted out of nowhere

‘Oh you’re right there mate! Goth girls are fit!’

‘Can you pricks stop playing guess who and keep your fucking mouths shut.’

Wednesday:

‘Sir is your girlfriend a therapist?’ Gaz inquired.

‘Oh yeah! Maybe that’s how they met.’

‘Soap keep your fucking mouth shut.’

Thursday:

‘Oh! I know! She’s a teacher!’

‘You’ve cracked it!’ Ghost replied with fake enthusiasm.

‘Really?

‘No. Keep your eyes on the fucking road.’

It was now Friday, the squad had bagged a weekend off and were eager to get their work done so they could fully relax. And of course, Simon stupidly left his files at home.

So when he’d asked you to bring them to him he made sure to tell you to come through the back entrance (to avoid Soap and Gaz) but of course they were the first two you saw when you entered the building.

‘Why hello there miss! What can I do for you?’

You awkwardly smiled, ‘Um I’ve just brought these in for my boyfriend he forgot them at home.’

Soap took a look at the files and his heart dropped. There were some fucked up things in those files why would your boyfriend just let you have them?

‘Whose the lucky guy? And why would he let you see those?’

You laughed, ‘Simon Riley. And trust me I’ve seen worse.’

‘Oh my fucking god! Gaz!’

The man named Gaz turned around from where he was standing. ‘What.’

The man with the Mohawk repeatedly pointed at you with a big smile on his face. ‘Ghosts girlfriend!’

Gaz immediately ran over to you and started asking you a million questions.

‘You guys are very sweet -in a way but can you just tell me where Simon is and I’ll answer your questions.’

Soap grabbed your hand and dragged you to Ghosts office as quick as he could because he wanted to get answers immediately.

When Ghost looked up he groaned.

Was he happy to see you? Without a doubt

Was he happy to see you with his very inquisitive co workers? No comment.

‘Simon, I have your files.’ you said handing them to him

‘Thanks love.’ He replied pulling out a chair for you to join him at his desk.

You both awkwardly turned to Gaz and Soap as they were just stood there staring at the two of you smirking.

‘You two. Out.’

‘Yes sir.’ Gaz said immediately going to walk out but Soap held the door handle.

‘Sir I will never bother you ever again-‘

‘I find that hard to believe.’ He interrupted and you laughed.

‘Just please let me ask her one question.’

He rolled his eyes

‘That’s fine with me but ask Y/n first.’

Soap looked to you and you nodded. ‘Ask away mate.’

‘What do you do for work?’

Ghost scoffed and you looked at him confused but still answered.

‘I’m a forensic pathologist.’

They gave you a blank expression.

‘I do autopsies, collect evidence from crime scenes to do tests on.’

They finally picked up on it.

‘Oh my god! That’s so cool.’

Gaz was all ears, ‘What’s the most fucked up thing you’ve seen.’

‘One question lad.’ Ghost said gesturing to the door.

You laughed. ‘This won’t be the last you’ll see of me boys, Laswell actually requested my help for this mission so don’t worry you can ask me more questions.’

When Gaz and Soap finally left you turned to your boyfriend.

‘They’re sweet.’

‘Are they?’

‘Oh don’t lie you love them really.’

At the end of the day, Ghost walked you to the exit and waved you goodbye.

‘See you when you get home! Love you.’ You said

‘Love you too.’ He replied and as soon as he turned around his two friends stood eagerly behind him.

The pair were laughing and smiling untill they noticed the look their mate was giving them.Gaz was now shitting himself and didn’t want to dig his grave any further but Soap tried to sweet talk him.

‘I like your girlfriend sir. You did well she’s… wow.’

‘Shut up Soap fucking hell.’

(Mick and Stacy Thomson. Mick reminds me of ghost in a way.)

[erwinsvow]

𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲

summary: you're obedient to rafe, and he's starting to realize how much he likes that.

word count: 1.2k

now spinning: cruel world by lana del rey

author's note/warning: rafe does things to you with his gun. this might be dark!rafe which is just.. rafe <3

Rafe gets a thrill when you’re obedient to him without him having to do or say anything at all.

It starts off small. Holding onto your wrist for a second too long. When he does that, you turn around to look at him. Then it becomes a habit, looking back at him for permission to walk away, to leave. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before he lets you go. It’s been so long, so many months and so many kisses, you worry he’s upset with you if you don’t receive it.

He’s conditioned you, in his own little way. Everyone notices it. His father tells him to treat a nice girl like you better. His friends laugh about it when you’re not there. He used to laugh too, but now he doesn’t, and he gives anyone who still mentions it a glare. 

Because this is his new high, and he doesn’t have to chase it, doesn’t have to pay for it. You’re devoted to him, and it’s getting worse and worse. He begins to wonder how far you’ll go, how much you’ll stretch the boundaries of right and wrong for him. 

He’d promised to leave you out of it, out of everything that’s going on, but his own curiosity got the best of him.

You’re lying in his bed, half-asleep and completely fucked out the first time he asks you. Sometimes he’s a totally different person with you, soft and gentle, and sometimes he’s more like himself. 

“If someone wanted to hurt me,” he starts, chin resting on the top of your head and hand tucked safely with yours, “what would you do?” 

“Hm?” you moan sleepily against his chest. You’re out of it, he knows because he’s the reason why, but he really wants an answer. Rafe gives your cheek a little slap, demeaning, the way he knows you like. Your eyes jump open.

“You heard me, kid. What would you do?”

“I-” you start, and then stop. You’re thinking about what to say. He doesn’t interrupt, because he knows you're using your little brain to figure out what answer he wants to hear. 

“Hm?” he repeats, mocking. You don’t notice.

“I would do whatever it took to make sure you were okay,” you say, pressing your hand flat against his chest, right over his heart. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The next time is a few months later. You’re still clueless, maybe a little less than before, but if you know something, you don’t admit it. He’s been testy with you, he knows, but you’re relentless in your mission to make sure the two of you are okay—that he’s still okay.

He’s pacing in his bedroom, running a hand over his buzzed hair, while you sit on his bed with your legs hanging off, watching silently. If you’re thinking anything, you don’t say it. His gun rests against his back, tucked into the waistband.

For a second his shirt lifts, and you stare at the black metal with big eyes. He catches you looking and you shift your gaze in a second, without him saying a word. So obedient, even when you’re scared.

“Rafey?” you ask quietly. “What’s going on?” He turns in an instant, squatting down before your legs, hands gripping your knees.

“What’s going on? What’s going on is that it’s happening. Remember when I asked you what you’d do if someone tried to hurt me? Remember?” and you nod fervently. “Well it’s happening now, kid.”

“Someone’s trying to hurt you?”

“Everyone’s trying to hurt me.”

“Not me, Rafe, not me,” and you sit up straighter, pressing your hands against his arms and holding on tightly. “I would never hurt you.”

“I know that, baby, I know. But I have to protect you, protect us both.” You know how Rafe gets sometimes. He worries too much, you’ve finally decided upon, that was it. The reason he was like this, he just worried too much, about protecting you and doing right by his family, his father. He had too much going on, too much responsibility for one person. That was your way of justifying everything. Your boyfriend didn’t do anything wrong, he never did.

“You will. I know you will, you always do, you always protect me.” There’s your obedience again, clicking in and telling him everything he wants to hear. The best part is that he knows you mean it. 

“That’s right, kid. I do.” He takes the gun from behind his shirt, brandishing it before you. If you’re scared, you don’t react at all. You look at him with your big, wet eyes and your thudding heart like you’d do anything if he asked. Pick up the gun and shoot someone yourself if he wanted. It makes his dick hard just thinking about it. “I have to use this, sometimes, to do it. To make sure no one can hurt you. That’s just how it is.” 

You move gingerly, clasping your hand around his and the gun, eyes locked on his own the whole time.

“I know. I know you’re doing it for the right reasons.” The two of you stay silent like that for another few moments, before your quiet voice fills the space again. “Rafe, no matter what you did, I would never blame you.” Your head shakes a little like you don’t understand what you’re saying. “I would never leave you. I would never hurt you.”

“I have to use it, baby, I don’t have a choice. Y’know these people, they don’t listen, no one, you have to show them you’re serious, and this, this is how serious I am.”

“I know,” you repeat, eyes fluttering between the gun and Rafe, back and forth. 

You’re looking at him like this because you like how he’s talking. The serious, scary way he means every word he’s saying, that he would kill to protect you, hurt someone else to make sure you’re okay. It doesn’t make you scared, it makes you fall deeper in love. Someone willing to risk everything for you. You want to prove that you would do anything for him too.

“I knew you’d understand,” he says, eyes fixed on the way you’re running your tongue over your lips, biting the button while you stare at his fingers wrapped around the grip. 

He’s a little surprised, but still, not quite fazed, when you end up squirming in his arms not even ten minutes later. Your skirt pulled up and panties kicked aside, your pretty new shirt ripped down the middle to free your tits in the easiest way possible. 

Rafe has one hand squeezing your tits and the other balancing the gun, holding it in place while he fucks it in and out of your cunt. He knew you were obedient, but even this is beyond his imagination. When you finally come, the wetness from your cunt shining on the black of his handpiece, he makes a show of licking it off. 

You’re his now in every way, even if you ever change your mind. You know you won’t.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

hey will you make hsc reader x tmnt 2012 (all of trurtles) in which the reader proposes sexual intercourse or starts to gently initiate, e.g. gently kissing on the neck, how the boys react, do they agree or prefer to wait (you don't have to describe the sex with them if you don't want to, what matters most to me is their reaction, and I would prefer the age to be kept the same as in the series)

Their Reaction To You Wanting Intimacy (18+)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: For the sake of my moral conscience, I will have to write that they are aged them up. What you decide to imagine is up to you, but I don’t feel safe writing stuff like this without aging them up. But with that being said, I hope you’ll still enjoy💚

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Implied sex, mentioning of being caught.

Leonardo:

With Leo, it really depends on the situation at hand. Are they two of you in the dojo, out in the living area, hanging out around friends and family, or doing something important, he would be very apprehensive. Panic in his eyes, unsure of what to do.

That did not mean he didn’t want to have fun with you, nono, it’s because he’s scared of breaking the rules. Fearful of getting caught, or maybe screwing up something that he had the responsibility for.

But did that mean that you didn’t try? Hell no! You would try to push him ever so slightly, seeing if you could get the fearless leader to do something he normally never would.

Not that it was hard for you to make him give in. You have managed to cause a heated make out between the two of you in the dojo, resulting in some dry humping on a mat, before the two of you had a long good night in Leo’s bedroom.

And oh, the joy of sending him risky texts when he would be out on patrol was amazing. His flustered reactions over the phone or text made it all worth it.

But, you and Leo were in the private comfort of either your or his room, Leo would give in to your touch with no fluster and no wide eyes. Heck, he would even start the intimate actions before you could.

If Leo were comfortable, he could easily get freaky. If he felt sure that no one would interrupt you, he would be absolutely okay with fooling around on the couch or somewhere far out in nature.

Pretty much anything would work on Leo - physical touch, certain words or that look that let him know what you were thinking. All of those things did something to him, and any of those could do the trick.

Raphael:

Be careful when you try to initiate intimacy with this guy, because he will not let anything slide. You want to have some fun? He’s ready! Doesn’t matter when or where, he will find a way or a place where the two of you can have your fun.

Raph is very good at picking up on your hints, when it comes to these sorts of things. That little look you would give him, or the way you would sway your hips ever so slightly when you walked past by him. He notices it each and every time, and he will be quick to follow you.

Your hot headed boyfriend isn’t too bothered about who is around. If it stood to him, he would not let you walk to the bedroom, he would be quick to pull you back against him and have you wherever you were, not giving a damn about who was around. And well, though it sounded hot, you both knew that none of his or your family members would be too happy about that, so you kept your activities away from their eyes.

But other than that, there wasn’t much that would hold Raph back. Kiss his neck and he will have you pinned against the wall so he can go on your neck. Touch his thigh and he will spread them wider for you, and it would usually lead into one giving the other head.

If you decided to do these kinds of things in the living area, with no one else in the room, there would be a big chance that you and Raph would get your stuff going in the living area. That was how the two of you ended up having sex in a back alley and on a few roof tops.

If you decide to tease this man, get ready, because he won’t let that go. Raph loved a good brat to break, and he loves when you decide to go into brat mood on him.

So yeah, if you want intimacy with Raph, he is quick to give it to you.

Donatello:

As smart as Donnie is, he tends to be a little bit thick when it comes to reading your signs, especially those of a more intimate and sexual nature. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want sex, because oh bot, does this man like sex. He’s just a little slow to register what it is that you are asking for. It’s especially bad if his working on something.

You could be hugging him from behind while he was hunched over one of his many projects, rubbing your hands up and down his chest, and he still wouldn’t realize what you were doing.

Kiss his neck in this situation, and he will still not realize how slow he is. He might just be thinking that you’re trying to be sweet - like you always are - showing him some innocent love while his working.

But when one of the hands on his chest starts moving lower and lower, getting closer and closer to his cloaca, Donnie seemed to realize what was going on, which usually would result in him turning towards you with a smug smile. He could most definitely help you out with your little wish.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Donnie then to have sex in the garage lab, while no one was around, to hear the many sounds the two of you would make.

But should it be during the day time, you and Donnie would most likely move it to the bedroom, or just somewhere more private. Donnie wasn’t too scared of people knowing that the two of you were having sex, nor that you intended to do so. But Donnie was not too happy about the thought of anybody walking in while he was cloaca deep in you. That would make him lose his mojo and make him feel very embarrassed.

Actually, at times he would even brag to his brothers about it, reminding them that he was the one that had sex on almost a daily basis.

Michelangelo:

Mikey is a funny case. His reactions would vary, depending on the time of day, his mood or whether or not he was expecting it.

If Mikey was in a hyper mood, really hooked on this one thing, he wouldn’t notice anything. Be as flirty as you want to, he wouldn’t notice or think about anything unless you straight up tell him you want him to fuck you stupid.

Should you find you and Mikey in such a situation, where you had just whispered to him, how badly you want him to fuck you into this bean bag, while his family was out the lair, he might turn to you in shock and confusion. Not because he didn’t want to do it, because he will. He was just in processing mode. Did his hyperfixation just turn you on? If that’s the case, he would show you this stuff more often.

Should Mikey be bored, and you suddenly start sliding your hands all over him, he would be on you in no time. No processing needed. He is ready right now!

The danger is ro send Mikey risky texts when he’s bored. Send him a nude and he will be outside your window less than five minutes later, so keep your clothes off.

Now, if you sit with Mikey in the living area, watching a movie and his brothers happen to be nearby, watch out when you start to make moves on your boyfriend. Because if you don’t tell him where you want the two of you to get busy, he would at times forget that there are people around, and get ready to get hands on right then and there. And well, it has happened that you forgot as well. That was kind of embarrassing to be caught on the couch with your boyfriend, tongues down each other's throats, hands already roaming. You never forgot that, but Mikey seemed to have totally let it go.

[beesspacedotorg]

han jisung boob sucker

hello anon. thank you for the request. please don't be upset about the liberties I took.

notes for porn. and uhm. well. I don't want to spoil it. so. ft. han jisung and seo changbin

When you walk into your room, you’re greeted with the sight of Changbin topless. This isn’t an unwelcome sight, it never is when your Changbin is built the way he is. Muscles strong from years of dedication to working out and his body, yet still soft, because he doesn’t sacrifice simple pleasures to maintain his look. His ethics in regard to his body and physical and mental health is something that inspires you everyday. It’s also very nice to see all of that in person, and even nicer to get your hands on.

It’s nice to see him without his shirt, the shock though, is what he has in his lap. Resting in his lap, mouth suctioned to one of your boyfriend’s perfect tits is Han Jisung. You set your stuff down and close the door softly. You’re leaning onto the bed when Changbin finally notices you.

“Oh, yeobo. Hi.” He sounds out of breath and his eyes are glassy with pleasure, and at the sound of his voice Jisung pulls off to look at you.

“Hi.” He’s out of breath too, and you wonder how long they’ve been at it. Long enough for both of them to have wet patches on the front of their boxers, but that’s not saying much as Jisung leaks like a faucet and your Changbin is easy to work up.

“Hi, boys. Is this what you two get up to while I’m at work?” You sit with your back against the headboard, getting comfortable. It’s not long before Changbin is touching you where he can, always unable to keep his hands off of you.

“Only sometimes,” Jisung says, and Changbin frowns at him and punches his shoulder.

“Yah! Can you keep your mouth shut for two seconds?” He’s shy about this, despite your saying that you don’t mind what he does with his members, as long as he comes home to you. Jisung smiles crookedly at you before opening his mouth again.

“Yesterday, I heard Changbinnie and Lino hyung in the dorms-” Changbin roughly shoves his palm against Jisung’s mouth. You laugh at the two of them.

They’re both still hard, despite your interruption and their playful bickering, and your eyes are drawn Changbin’s chest. His nipples are swollen, and he’s got hickeys forming in the rough shape of a dick that you’re certain Jisung did without Changbin noticing. Jisung is bitey today, and it shows in the teeth marks that litter your boy’s tits. You hum and trace one, and huff a laugh at the way Changbin’s breath hitches. Jisung hits your hand with his head like a cat, not wanting to be left out, and you grab a fistful of his hair and drag him back onto Changbin’s boobs.

You feel one of them try to reach under your shirt to get at your chest too, and you bat their hands away.

“Don’t let me interrupt. Continue what you were going to do before I got here.” Changbin whines at you.

“Wait, I want-” you tut.

“Don’t get greedy, Changbinnie. Take what Jisungie is giving you and maybe you’ll get me later.” Jisung perks up at that.

“Me too?” You roll your eyes at him.

“Maybe.”

“Please? I give great head! Ask Changbin! Let me-” You place your hand on his forehead to stop his journey towards you, redirecting him.

“You won’t get anything later if you don’t listen to me now.” He huffs and returns his mouth to Changbin’s chest, glaring at you before he gets sufficiently distracted and closes his eyes. He’s got Changbin on his back, and you watch as he starts to grind himself against one of Changbin’s thick thighs. You know from experience that it feels like heaven, especially when Changbin is squirming around the way he is now.

His nipples are sensitive, and you’ve made him cum just from those alone. It looks like he’s halfway there now, pouty lips parted with soft moans escaping him. He’s got his hands tangled in Jisung’s hair, and you’re sure he must be pulling painfully, but you’re equally as sure that Jisung likes it.

“You look so pretty like this, Changbinnie. You like it when Hanji sucks on your tits? Hmm?” He moans. “Yeah? Is that why you made ‘em so big? So people couldn’t help but want them in their mouths?” You know that Changbin likes the way you’re talking to him, but you also know that when he’s worked up like this, a lot of it goes in one ear and out the other, so you turn your attention just slightly over to Jisung instead. That, and, you can see a pout forming the longer Jisung doesn’t have your attention on him.

“Jiji, you having fun?” He nods. “Yeah? Is that why you’re fucking yourself on Changbinnie like that?” He stills. “Did you think I didn't notice?” He moves to pull off, to defend himself from your icy stare, probably. You shove his head back down.

“Did I say you could stop?” His hips start hesitantly moving again and the longer you stare at him the faster his hips move.

You can tell when your Changbin is close, and judging by his noises, you can tell that Jisung is close, too. You’re struck with the sudden urge to kiss Changbin. He looks so good like this, hair fluffy from the way he’s wiggling his head on the pillows, mouth open, and the noises he’s letting out are loud. You almost don’t want to kiss him, not wanting to risk silencing those pretty whines, but you’re only human, so you lean forward to kiss him anyway.

You reach a hand forward to cup Jisung’s face, so he won’t whine at you, and it ends up tangling with Changbin’s. You aren’t surprised when Changbin’s head tilts back and he lets out a longer louder moan as he cums in his underwear, but you are surprised when Changbin’s release triggers Jisung’s.

They both look beautiful when the cum, and their voices both get high and whiny. You giggle to yourself because despite how similar they sound, Jisung still manages to sound slightly pathetic.

They’re panting, Jisung’s forehead smushed between Changbin’s tits before he turns to look towards you.

“So. Can I give you head or what?” Changbin takes the liberty of smacking him for you

[beelmons]

Imagine confident Spencer Reid pinning you down at your wrists telling you how the night will travel and you saying “I’ve never finished, you’ll never get me there, let alone 3 times” and he just does that cocky look and chuckles lowly and says “watch me”

i LOVE confident Spencer, i especially love him when his confidence is not unfounded

cw: dirty talking, dom!spencer (barely, he's just starved)

"I have never finished." you partially lied.

A man had never made you finish, that was objectively true. One of the downsides of knowing what you liked so well was that no one could ever touch you like you did yourself.

However, you were thoroughly enjoying the way Spencer's hands were grazing your skin, and his hips were dresperately bucking up as you straddled his lap. His lips had attached themselves to your mouth, a messy, lewd battle of tongues that both of you knew exactly where it was leading.

"We can fix that" he muttered against the kiss.

"I don't think you can" you scoffed teasingly.

Your words made his body crawl with the thrill of a challenge. He let go of your swollen lips to look up at you, and with a clumsy movement flipped your bodies to have you beneath him, his hands immediately wrapping around your wrists to pin them over your head.

You raised an eyebrow in question. It had been certainly hot but it was unlike him to show so much boldness, at least it was on your daily lives as coworkers.

"Cat got your cocky tongue?" his demeanor had completely changed to, almost, a point of no recognition. he bent over further, having his lips right by your ear "Don't understimate me."

"Don't take it personally, Spence." you tilted your head to press a gentle kiss to his cheek "I'm just hard to please."

His hands moved further up to put your wrists together, pinning them down with only one hand. The index finger of his free one trailed down the side of your face lovingly, ultimately landing on your chin. It was the first time you had been so intimate with him, that you were able to truly see his eyes pooling with desire.

"I'm going to tell you what's going to happen." he began to drag his finger down your neck "I'm going to kiss every inch of your body with so much tenderness that your skin will burn even days after." the digit then moved lower, drawing circles on the middle of your chest "But that won't be enough for you. You want to be marked, to have evidence of how crazy you drove me, to display how wildly you're desired, and I plan on giving you that, beacuse tomorrow I'll need to remember that I had you for myself and myself only."

His voice was coarse and low, and you couldn't see his face from the position that you were in. You were thankful for that, though, because it meant he couldn't see yours contort with arousing anticipation, something that would only feed his ego. Your train of thought, however, was interrupted by his voice again.

"At this point, you will be craving for more, pleading even." instead of just his finger, this time his entire palm was pressed to your stomach, and you realized that you had been bucking your hips up against him accidentally "But I'm patient, I won't be satisfied until I have tasted everything there's for me to taste. I wonder if you'll be as sweet as I've always imagined." his palm went back to moving again, this time further down until it landed on your sex, not quite touching it, just hovering his fingers over the area.

"And I won't stop. Not when my tongue is ravishing in your insides." one of his fingers trailed up your slit, and he sighed in content when he felt the easiness with which it slid up from all the slick "Not when your legs close around my head to keep me in place, or your back arches off the bed with pleasure, I won't stop until I've sampled every drop of your extascy."

Unfortunately for you, he was already acomplishing half of the goals he was proposing. Your legs were beginning to tremble, your walls clenching without anything to clench on, just aching to be taken. Desperate to be fucked.

"And then I'll finally fuck you." as if he could read your mind, your eyes were forced open by his statement. you hadn't realized you had closed them to further the power of your imagination trying to picture his every word.

You realized his face was no longer by yours, instead he was staring you down with a light, triumphant grin on his face. Shit, you had given yourself away, even though you were not going to budge that easy.

"You want that, don't you? My cock between your legs." he said once you were unable to form a word. Little did you know, his teasing was also a trick. Once your lips were parted open to retaliate, his thumb snuck past them and pressed to your tongue. Instinctively, you sucked around it. "You want to be taken, to be ruined. And I'll do it, I'll ruin you completely, because after I have you, you won't be able to be touched by anyone else. I'll fuck you so intensely, so passionately you won't be able to think of anyone else."

He was enjoying every bit of seeing you so needy. Face hot, toes curled, eyes drunken with lust. His thumb withdrew from your mouth, his palm landing on your cheek instead.

"Because no one has craved you for as long as I have, and no one has loved you with the intensity that I do." without thinking, you nuzzled into his touch "And when I'm done with you, when your climax makes you unable to think on your own, I'll do it all over again, until the next time you touch yourself, you realize nothing compares to my body on yours, that I know you more than you know yourself, that my dick is the only thing that can truly please you."

Never did you know Spencer could be so eloquent with words. Let alone have you dripping having barely been touched. But he was right on one thing, he had been there through good and bad, through adventure and lethargy. He knew you inside and out, every shade of you except the one he desired the most.

You knew him about the same, but you always thought of him as unable to satisfy you, like the rest of the men you'd met before. You were realizing now that you had been dead wrong, and the sky and stars he was promising to you was probably all true. But you weren't about to give him the satisfaction.

"Such a big talker." you mocked, and you struggled a little to have him let go of your wrists, and he did, your fingers tangling in his hair "Don't think you can pull all that, though."

Your tone was clearly challenging, and a chill ran through you spine when you saw him smile regardless of the remark. He slid down the bed, and you feared that you might have killed the mood. You were mentally prepared to beg if that's what he wanted, but in reality you couldn't spend another time without Spencer touching you in some way.

Instead, you saw him position his face in between your legs, his eyes locked with yours filled with confidence and pride.

"Watch me."

[wordbunch]

Hobbits and cuddles AND kisses!

a/n: some sweet anon requested Frodo & cuddles, then @queenmeriadoc​ wanted the other three as well, and THEN someone asked for headcanons abt kisses... 🥰 BEHOLD I am here to give you all of that!!! y’all eat this up and my soul heals when I write it. enjoy. i love u. MAJOR fluff incoming!!! 💕💕💕 lmk how you liked it, reblogs greatly appreciated and encouraged 😍

MERRY

♡ cuddling ♡

nobody would really get him to admit it, but he’s a huge fan of cuddling

if you’re sitting down and reading, or lying in bed, he will drop whatever else he thought of doing and just plop down

loves to just wrap around you as much as possible

he will very rarely ask to be the little spoon but you know he sometimes needs it

deep down he’s actually a bit insecure, but when you hold him it all just melts away

he doesn’t need to be smart, funny, brave, anything, he can just be

surprisingly, he’s okay just being quiet while you cuddle

and he can just listen to you talk or even read to him and he’ll drift off to another plane of existence

many times you caught him looking at you like you’re the very creator of love, beauty and everything good there is in the world

♡  kisses ♡

 he is particularly inclined to making out with you, without a care in the world

someone is nearby? literally who cares

couldn’t be him

and he will have your face in his hands while kissing you

afterwards he will playfully squish your cheeks just because

bonus points if that gets you slightly annoyed

this is my personal headcanon 100% based on nothing BUT

he is absolutely the type to interrupt your rant with a kiss, like that is a guilty pleasure

he might sometimes be annoying on purpose so that you would do that to him in return, and his face all but burns for like ten minutes afterwards

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

PIPPIN

♡ cuddling ♡ 

on the one hand cuddling is sometimes too slow of an activity for his energetic self

on the other hand he would glue himself to you if that was possible

he likes cuddling with you but every now and then he will sit up because he remembered something or he will retell a story so animatedly that you’ll accidentally get hit in the face

of course he will apologize a trillion times, paired with just as many kisses

he loooves when you two lie down facing each other, noses almost touching, who needs personal space anyway

not him

you figured out how to magically make him calm - brushing your fingers through his curls works like magic

and it’s even better if he can lay half on top of you

♡  kisses ♡ 

he basically has no idea what he’s doing but that has absolutely never stopped him before

and it is not about to, especially when it comes to being affectionate to his favorite person

he will attack your cute face with kisses until you laugh breathlessly

long and tender kisses are saved for more private and special settings

short and sweet kisses are the more common kind 

100% the type to give you a quick little kiss on the lips, move away, and then come back for a longer one

sometimes your noses or foreheads would bump due to too much enthusiasm and then you giggle and he’s FLOORED like how are you real

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ 

FRODO

♡ cuddling ♡ 

 in his opinion there’s almost nothing better than cuddling with you while reading

the two of you would even make some snacks and tea to bring with you so you don’t have to move anywhere for a while

settle comfortably in his lap with your back against his chest and all will be well in the world

the feeling of your weight against him calms him down immensely - it’s so reassuring to know that you’re there and so close and that he can just hug you and kiss you whenever he wants

 you’ll tease him for distracting you, but the soft blush of your cheeks tell him otherwise

at this point he basically cannot fall asleep without cuddling with you

of course he doesn’t immediately tell you that, and he thinks he’s being oh so subtle, but you can read him better than that, and sometimes you lovingly tease him for it

♡  kisses ♡ 

he will literally kiss you wherever he can reach, depending on your position

forehead, lips, cheeks, temple, anything

it’s basically second nature to him when you’re alone

kisses to your fingertips when you’re holding hands

he 100% takes his sweet time kissing you

if you kiss him in public, he will need a few moments to stop blushing and regain composure

one thing that GETS him more than anything else is if you gently pin him down during a cuddling session and you’re hovering over him, some strands of your hair tickling his face

and when he’s looking up at you with those unbelievably blue eyes, you can’t help but kiss him with all you’ve got

his heart is guaranteed to skip a beat

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ 

SAM

♡ cuddling ♡ 

asking him for a cuddle session is a guaranteed way to get him to stop working and fussing

you surprise him with a picnic and a relaxing day for just the two of you and his heart almost explodes

so there you are, on an emerald green grassy hill, his curly head is on your lap and he’s tracing his fingers up and down your leg while you make a flower crown out of some of his favorite wildflowers

he will blush when you place it on his head

and then immediately pull you down to lay down beside him

your head on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around you as you look up into the sky and look for clouds in funny or interesting shapes

whenever you raise your hand to point at one, he will intertwine his fingers with yours and brush a quick kiss against the back of your hand

♡  kisses ♡ 

this sweet lil thing is a very big fan of kisses, actually

his go-to, when you’re somewhere, is a soft kiss to the back of your hand (a.k.a. how to subtly show off his beloved)

in private, though, he will kiss you anywhere and everywhere and he just can’t get enough of you

but ESPECIALLY neck kisses omg

thank-you kisses

if he’s in a particular lovey-dovey mood, he will pick you up and kiss you deeply, making you feel like the main character of a love story (I mean… you are)

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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The Start of a Movie - P. P. x fem!Reader

A/N: Please don’t mind the modern au and the midwest usa vibes I infused into this fic. It’s for the sake of the plot, okay? And I liked doing it

Thank you to @pizzaapeteer for reading over this fic for me! You’re the best 💛

Fic is for week four of @finalgirllx and @thatdammchickennugget’s Jinxed July challenge, using the picture prompt. There is no use of Y/N. I am working on a second part and it should be out soon after this

CW: Fluff; cuteness; flowers as a gift; Mattheo and Theo are mentioned to own trucks; technically not cheating, but it’s a little dicey; mentions of withholding information from parents; pining; mentions of past homophobia; mentions of hatred; Pansy is a bit of a flaky friend; Reader is in love; emotional turmoil; Reader has conflicting feelings towards Mattheo; some swearing; Reader is supposed to be on a date with Theo; Reader’s parents do not like Pansy; kissing; interrupted kissing; mild moment of panic; again, not technically cheating, but!!!; Mattheo likes country music; implied talking to for Reader from parents

1741 words

“Pansy?”

She looks up from her phone. “Yeah, babe?”

You try not to react to the cute pet name. It’s Pansy, after all. She calls everyone cute pet names.

“I made you something,” you say shyly. You hold out your newly made bouquet of wildflowers. “I know Mattheo’s probably gonna get you something grander for your present, but—“

“For me? Thank you… They look lovely.” Pansy smiles, taking the flowers from you.

Your cheeks warm, and you’ve never been more grateful for the evening dusk around you.

It’s just past sunset, and the last rays of sun are fading behind the hills. You climb into the back of Mattheo’s truck, settling next to Pansy.

So close, but not too close.

Your friend group is out to see a drive-in movie for the first time. Mattheo and Theo have parked their trucks and filled their truck beds with pillows and cushions and blankets. The perfect movie watching set up.

The boys and Daphne went to go get snacks from the concession stand, leaving you and Pansy alone.

Sitting next to her feels bold. Her and Mattheo aren’t a couple at the moment, but everyone knows they’re on and off again.

Pansy sets the bouquet next to her and starts scrolling on her phone again. You left your phone at home on ‘accident’, giving you the perfect excuse for not calling your parents to tell them you’ll be out past curfew.

So you just lean back and gaze up at the night sky. Trying to ignore the short distance between her skin and yours.

You’ve had a crush on Pansy for ages. Before you even knew that girls could like girls. Even before you found out that it was normal to feel that way, and not some great travesty against a higher power.

Loving Pansy Parkinson has been your only constant for years.

Part of you still hates that you love her. You think it’s the same part of you that flinches when your brother cracks a joke about girls around you, or the same part of you that panics when your girl friends hug you. Now that you know, you can’t un-know.

You don’t hate her because she’s a girl. You hate her because she’s Pansy. Because she’s been your best friend on and off for years. Because every time you swear there’s chemistry between you two, you find her making out with Mattheo.

But god, if you aren’t addicted to loving her.

It’s the bob of her hair, the lines of her collarbone, the slight freckles on her face that she always tries to cover up. You love freckles. You love her freckles.

It’s her smile and her laugh and the way she seems to be on top of everything, but can never commit to anything.

And her lips. You just know they’re soft. Warm. Taste like the standard cherry chapstick she always puts on.

Your lips are nothing like hers.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Pansy leaning into you. “Look.”

She shows you a cute video. You smile and laugh. You can barely breathe without the scent of jasmine and cherry overwhelming you.

You want to cry. You want to scream. You’re so close to her, and she’s not moving away from you.

She looks up at you, and the light from the giant movie projector reflects in her eyes.

She’s so close. And yet.

The sound of crunching gravel brings you back to earth faster than a rocket. The boys are back.

Pansy sits back up, but her hand lingers in your space. Just next to your hand. You could reach out and touch it, and no one would be the wiser.

“Hey, babe. I got your popcorn without butter.” Mattheo.

Somehow the bane of your existence and the only boy who’s ever treated you like something. You despise him.

Pansy takes the popcorn with a smile. You know it’s partially fake. Pansy loves buttered popcorn.

“And I got yours with extra butter.” Mattheo hands you your popcorn with a smile. Maybe you don’t hate him as much as you think you do.

“Thanks. What do I owe you?”

He chuckles. “It’s on the house. Pansy’s birthday, remember? What kind of guy would I be if I let her best friend pay for popcorn?”

You’re her best friend again, apparently. Last week it was Daphne.

“You sure?”

He reaches behind Pansy to nudge your shoulder playfully. “Hell yeah I am.”

You smile and eat some popcorn.

Pansy picks at her red paper bag full of popped kernels and smiles at Mattheo.

You no longer want to eat popcorn.

The movie’s starting soon and everyone starts heading to their respective trucks. You’re supposed to be with Theo. He did technically ask you to come with him.

Him and Daphne linger for a moment.

“Pans…” Daphne whines.

Your stomach sinks and you grab your popcorn, preparing to move. Pansy stops you with a hand on your thigh. Your skin burns under her touch.

“Go be with your boyfriend,” she tells Daphne. “You’re only gonna end up sneaking over there anyway to makeout with him.”

Daphne huffs and stalks over to the other truck. Theo casts a look at you and walks over to join her.

You feel a little guilty, but mostly overjoyed Pansy wants you to stay.

The movie starts after another few moments and everything is quiet except for the radio playing the sounds of the movie. Everything is calm.

Except your racing heart.

Pansy’s hand hasn’t moved off your thigh. You can feel its weight, feel the warmth.

Mattheo’s hand around Pansy’s shoulders brushes your shoulder. You don’t react.

Eventually, you manage to focus on the movie. It’s an older film, a cheesy story about two friends falling in love. It makes your heart ache and thrill at the same time.

About halfway through the movie, Mattheo gets up to go find the bathrooms. Pansy sighs once he’s gone.

You offer her some popcorn. She hesitates for a moment before taking a handful. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” You don’t say any of the thoughts you’re thinking.

She quietly eats her popcorn for a moment before lying back in the truck bed. Her hair spreads out around her, framing her face like a dark halo.

You gaze down at her. “What’s wrong?”

She takes a flower from the bouquet you’d given her. It’s now a little squashed. She brushes the flower against your cheek. “I’m glad you came.”

You smile. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

You lie down next to her. Your shoulders touch, your heads close together. Your fingers brush. Once, twice. You take her hand.

Her hand is warm. Your hand is sweaty.

“I missed you,” she says softly. “You didn’t come to the last party.”

“My parents.” That’s all you say. She knows enough.

Pansy sighs and gives your hand a soft squeeze. “They don’t like me.”

“They can go fuck themselves.” You squeeze her hand back. “You’re my best friend, Pansy. No one can take that away.”

She smiles and turns her head towards you. You turn your head to gaze back at her. Your faces are so close together; you can practically smell the scent of her chapstick.

“Promise?” She whispers.

“I promise.”

There’s a quiet moment where you just gaze at each other. The light from the movie illuminates your faces. Everything feels peaceful.

And then…

You kiss her. Her lips are soft. Warm. Kissing her feels like coming home.

She tastes like cherry and buttered popcorn.

Her lips mold to yours, her fingers tightening around yours. You pull away to breathe, and her lips meet yours again.

You kiss once, twice. Your tongue brushes her lower lip.

The sound of gravel crunching has Pansy pulling away. You sit up, wiping at your mouth. Panic welling in your chest.

She’s gonna tell him, she’s gonna tell him, she’s gonna tell—

“Whew!” Mattheo hops back into his truck, settling down on the other side of Pansy. “Sorry for taking so long.”

Pansy gives your hand a squeeze. “You didn’t miss much.”

She didn’t tell him.

The three of you settle into your positions and return to watching the movie.

Your head spins as you vaguely focus on the projector screen. Your mouth feels all tingly.

You kissed her. You kissed her. And she kissed back.

The rest of the night passes in a slow blur. You’re hyper-aware of Pansy next to you. Her fingers entwined with yours. Her head falls to your shoulder.

You’ve never been this close to her before. It feels taboo, with Mattheo right there. But you don’t move away.

You’ve wanted this for so long. You’re determined to enjoy every moment you get.

Eventually the movie ends. You all pack up.

Theo offers to take you home, a last ditch attempt to salvage asking you out. Mattheo steps in before you can say anything. “Don’t worry about it. Pans and I are headed that way.”

You smile at him. He grins casually back. “Come on. You and Pans can have backseat.”

You wonder if he knows. You try not to think about it too much.

You and Pansy snuggle in the backseat on the way home. No seatbelts, no nothing. Just you and her.

Mattheo turns on the radio and sings along to country music.

There’s a feeling of peace. Warmth. Contentment. Like nothing in the world can touch you.

Mattheo pulls up to your house and parks his truck. You reluctantly untangle yourself from Pansy. You can see the lights still on in your house and you know you’re in for it.

But you can’t find it in you to care when Pansy sneaks a kiss to your cheek. “See you tomorrow, babe.”

“See you tomorrow…”

Matrheo gets out and opens the door for you. “Hope you’re not in too much trouble.”

You smile at him. “It’ll be okay. I had a fun time.”

He chuckles and pulls you into a quick hug. He smells like popcorn and cologne. “See you around.”

“You too, Matty,” you say softly. You step back and give the two of them a smile. “Bye.”

You walk up the path to your house, internally bracing yourself for talking with your parents.

You turn around before opening the door. They’re still waiting in your driveway. Mattheo lifts a hand and waves. You wave back and open the door.

Your heart fluttering in your chest.

[lcandothisallday]

Okay jack concept here: the reader & him dated in the past but even though they broke up his family still talks to her & invite her to a gathering in hopes to get her & jack back together because they know how much they both miss each other & whatever they do works because in the end they’re back together

Promises - Jack Harlow x f!reader

note: damn this is looongg😅 sorry but uh i hope y’all enjoy. haven’t written anything in a MINUTE

When you moved to Louisville in your senior year of highschool, you never expected to fall in love. In fact, that was the last thing on your mind, hoping to stay focused on your studies in preparation for university—but Jack Harlow was one persistent motherfucker.

“Come on Y/N!” Jack exclaimed as he chased you down the long school hallway, his hand reaching for your arm to stop you from walking away. The last bell finally rung and you were desperate to go home. “Why won’t you give me a chance?” he pouted, looking down at you adorably with his big bulky glasses and his curly hair pushed out of his eyes.

You let out a sigh as you stared up at him. You couldn’t deny that you thought he was cute…but he was the popular guy in school. This had to be some sick joke.“Jack…just drop it—”

“No! Tell me why first!” he insisted. “If you don’t like me or if you think I’m ugly then just say that! I can handle rejection.”

Upon hearing that, your eyes widened. “What? No! Of course I don’t think you’re ugly…I just…why me?” you ask with furrowed brows. “Guys don’t usually like me,” you sigh. “Plus I know guys like you. You’re a player. Only intrigued now because I’m new but when I give in you’ll use me then throw me to the curb for the next girl…that’s why I don’t wanna give you a chance.”

Jack licked his lips, his hands rubbing down his smooth face. “Well the guys where you’re from clearly didn’t have good taste…and I promise it’s not just cause you’re new. Just one date? I won’t hurt you…I promise.”

“One date Jack Harlow. We’ll see how it goes.”

And for the most part, Jack kept his promise. The years went on perfectly. You two managed to fall in love and he was all of your major firsts. You supported him all throughout his career but you always chose to stay private, not wanting to be in the spotlight or public eye which he supported.

And since then too, your relationship with his family grew exponentially. At first his Mom was a bit hesitant, fearing that you’d break his heart but the more she got to know you and spend time with you, you easily became the daughter she never had. She loved you like her own and it wasn’t quite a Harlow family gathering without you being there by Jack’s side.

However, it seemed as though everything changed when he did his Chicken Shop date interview. It was no secret that Jack had a major glowup and that interview in particular sparked the internet’s interest in the upcoming rapper, even being deemed as the new ‘white boy of the month’ and the internet’s boyfriend. That’s when the problems started.

Jack bit his lip in contemplation as he watched you get prepared for bed. You were standing in front of the mirror, finishing up your skincare routine by applying your moisturizer. Once done, you made your way into the bed and raised your brow at your boyfriend.

“Why do I feel like you have something you wanna tell me?” you laughed.

Jack took in a breath and ran a loose hand through his curls. “Look ma—the team thinks you should take down all of our photos together on insta.” You furrow your brows as you turn to look at him.

“Why?”

He lets out a sigh. “They think it’ll be better if we stay private for my brand—” You can’t help but scoff at his response. “Is that what you think too?” you ask him.

Jack groans, “baby it’s what’s best for my career at the moment…it’s better if people think I’m single to keep up that persona they’re going for. Plus you don’t even like being in the spotlight—”

“Yeah but I still like posting my boyfriend,” you interrupt with a frown. “Plus I’m already private on Instagram.”

“Ma, fans always find a way to get that shit even if you're super private,” Jack sighed. “Please baby? They really think it’s better this way. And it won’t change anything about us…I love you and it just means we get to be more private about our relationship without fans getting in the way especially with the sudden interest,” he persuaded sweetly—but it was more like manipulation unbeknownst to you.

You sigh before nodding reluctantly. “Okay…I’ll archive all of the photos of us,” you reassure.

Jack grinned as he swiftly cupped your cheeks and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re the best ma.”

While it did partly not sit right with you that he wanted to hide your relationship from the public, you also heard many celebrity stories of relationships ending because of overbearing fans so you decided for the time being, it was the right choice.

As Jack gained more attention within the industry, he also gained much more attention from women which truth be told, was starting to become a difficulty.

Jack sat on the couch with his head in his hands as he rubbed his temples. “Ma you gotta calm down—”

“No I’m not gonna calm down! You were flirting with her on camera! I keep trying to be understanding of how all of this can help your career but you’re constantly direspecting me either by flirting with other girls or having them up all over you!” you exclaim. “It’s not fair to me.”

Jack let out an annoyed groan. “I told you it meant nothing but gaining a connection! Her team literally contacted me to do a song together so it’s obviously for work!” he yelled.

You take in a breath as your eyes collect with tears. “It still hurts to see Jack! You do it too much now--it's like you enjoy that extra attention,” you say with a shaky voice. “I don’t…I don’t wanna be private anymore. I want people to know you have a girl,” you sniffle.

Jack clenched his jaw and his hands balled up into fists. “I’m not doing this right now Y/N!"

“If you keep acting like you’re single then you’re gonna end up single Jack…”

“Yeah well maybe that’s what the both of us need right now.”

And just like that, a relationship that lasted nearly five years went down the drain and it hurt more than anything you’d ever experienced before. His family took it quite hard, having to get adjusted to you not being around anymore.

Whenever his mom would see you around Louisville, she always made the effort to stop you and spend however long just chatting it up with you. You thought it was adorable and it truly warmed your heart that his family still loved you despite the relationship ending but the reminder still hurt.

This time, you bumped into his mom at the grocery store and she wasn’t going to let you go easily.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed. “Haven’t seen you around in a while!” she continued with a hum. You let out a polite chuckle, hoping the conversation would end quickly.

“It’s nice to see you Maggie,” you say genuinely. “And yeah, I’ve been in and out of the city trying to find a job somewhere more exciting,” you chuckle. Since you didn’t really have Jack anymore to tie you to Louisville, you thought it was best to venture out more for work, either in New York or California.

Maggie frowned playfully, “then we’d be missing you,” she rebutted. You let out a laugh before shrugging. “Nothing keeping me here anymore,” you say, hoping she’d catch the tiny hint. “Even my parents moved back to where we’re from.”

Maggie nodded in understanding and the both of you enter a sort of silence before she spoke up again. “He misses you you know?”

You can’t help but scoff, shaking your head at her comment. “No he does not…he’s happy living the single life he’s wanted since he got signed to his label,” you mumble.

“Sweetheart—that isn’t true—”

“Then why hasn’t he reached out since then?” you ask, eyes beginning to tear up. “It’s been months and if he missed me then he would’ve done…something,” you sigh.

Maggie licked her lips and nodded. “Well we miss you,” she said nonchalantly. “I’ve gotten used to you being around so how about you come over this weekend for dinner?” she suggested.

You instantly shake your head. “I don’t think that’s quite a good idea—”

“You’d be coming for me. Please.”

“But—” as you go to reject once more, you knew that you couldn’t turn Maggie down. “Okay fine.”

Maggie beamed and reached to give you a hug. “I’ll see you Saturday at six then!”

Saturday rolls around and you approach the Harlow house with a heavy and anxious heart. You really didn’t want to be there but you hated to disappoint Maggie. You ring the doorbell and as always, she greets you with the warmest smile and hug.

You cautiously enter and slightly inspect the house for any signs that Jack was home. When you were pretty certain that he wasn’t, you let out a heavy breath of relief and aim to enjoy your time with Maggie.

Meanwhile, Jack, Urban, Druski, and Clay were all sat in the backyard of his home, chatting it up. It was dark out so it wasn’t easy to look out into the backyard from inside the house, but it was much easier to look into the house from the backyard.

“Bro…” Druski began, smacking Jack’s arm to get his attention. “Isn’t that your ex girl?” he asked, pointing towards the window that showed into the kitchen. Jack glanced over and his eyes went wide as he saw you laughing with his mom. “What the fuck?” Jack mumbled under his breath, getting up and storming into the house in frustration.

Upon seeing her son storm in, Maggie smiled knowingly. “Nice of you to join us Jackman,” she hummed.

“What the fuck is she doing here?!” he practically yelled, causing you to wince. Maggie stood her ground and looked at her son sternly. “I invited her to have dinner with us—”

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you mumble quietly. Jack scoffed. “It’s my parents house—why wouldn’t I be here?” he spat back in question.

You take in a steady breath, your hands slightly shaking from the anxiety you were experiencing. As you go to respond, Maggie steps in. "Mind your manners Jackman. She came out of respect for me because I kept incessantly asking," she stated matter of factly.

Jack could only groan in annoyance, before he waved off his mom. "Whatever man--enjoy your dinner," he mumbled, causing his mother to raise her brows in questions. "Are you not joining us for dinner?"

The curly haired man let out a snarky puff of air before shrugging nonchalantly. "Nah--I've got guests in the backyard," he replied as he walked straight out.

As Jack walked back out through the sliding glass doors to the backyard once again, Urban shot up from his chair with wide eyes. "Dude! What are you doing back out here?" he exclaimed in question and shock. "All you've been doing the past fucking 6 months was sulk around and complain about missing her and now that you've got a chance right in front of you you're psyching yourself out?"

"It's not that easy," Jack mumbled while shaking his head with stubbornness.

“I don’t know what happened in there but this is quite literally your one and only chance to win her back otherwise—”

“Otherwise you’re gonna have to let her go completely,” Druski jumped in matter of factly. “Cos a girl like that sure as hell ain’t gonna wait up on a dude like you forever.” Urban agreed which caused Jack to sigh. He knew they were right—he was just to scared to admit it.

“What if she doesn’t want me? What if she’s been done with me?” he asked.

Urban smirked, “then she wouldn’t be at your house having dinner with your mom dumbass. Now go!” he exclaimed, pushing Jack back towards the back entrance of the house.

Jack slipped in and raised his brow when he saw his mom sitting at the table alone. “Where’s y/n?”

Maggie sighed and pointed towards the front door. “She’s about to leave—said she didn’t feel comfortable staying after upsetting you.”

“Shit,” Jack muttered under his breath, rushing to the front of the house and swinging open the front door. Luckily you hadn’t gotten far, just about to unlock your car and get in. “Y/n can we talk?” he asked exasperatedly, running a hand through his curls that had gotten much longer since the last time you’d seen him.

You let out a sigh and turn to face Jack. “You’ve already said all you needed to. I should’ve respected you and not come and I’m sorry—”

“But I’m glad you came,” Jack interrupted quickly. “I know I didn’t show it in there but I am…y/n I miss you,” he confessed quietly.

You can’t help but scoff. “Yeah well you have a pretty funny way of showing that—”

Jack furrowed his brows, “how did you expect me to react? You showed up unannounced and caught me off guard,” he defended.

You rolled your eyes and the both of you stood silent for a moment before Jack cleared his throat. "Do you miss me too?” he asked, his voice timid.

You let out a sigh. “Even if I did Jack we clearly don’t work.”

“My mindset on all of this has changed. Ever since I dropped the second album and finished up the tour, I realized this life ain’t sustainable and that I needed to be more lowkey…I think part of me needed to experience it first to know,” he explained with a sigh. “I’m sorry it took hurting you to realize that but I know now and I wanna pick up where we left off,” he breathed out, nervous that you’d reject him.

Your brows furrowed at his words. “You’re assuming I haven’t already moved on—”

“You wouldn’t be here if you did,” Jack stated confidently, standing tall as he reiterated what Urban had said earlier.

He had caught you slightly off guard with that statement, causing your face to heat up and for you to be at a loss for words. "T-That doesn't mean I'm ready to jump back into thin--"

"Do you love me?"

"Jack--"

"Y/N, do you love me?" Jack asked again, inching his way closer to you. "You're gaslighting me," you mumbled, narrowing your eyes as you peered up at him.

The curly haired man couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "It really is a simple question," he shrugged. You couldn't deny the heat that came from Jack's body as he moved closer to you, his piercing blue eyes fixated on yours. You could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered, "I want to hear you say it...I need to hear you say it," he sighed softly, damn near begging you at that point from fear of losing you.

Your heart was racing, your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. You wanted to say it, to scream it from the rooftops. But something held you back--the thought of him hurting you again or going back to his ways even after he claimed he worked on himself terrified you.

"Of course I love you," you finally confessed, looking away from him as your cheeks flared up with heat.

Jack's hand cupped your chin, turning your face back towards his. "Look at me," he demanded softly. "I want to see it in your eyes."

You met his gaze, and as the intensity of his stare bore into you, you felt a wave of desire wash over you. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Say it again," he breathed.

"I love you," you whispered, and before you could say another word, Jack's mouth was on yours, his hands roaming freely over your body. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you, lost in a passion that couldn't be extinguished.

Eventually when the two of you pulled away, Jack kept close, resting his forehead against yours. "I'll be better to you, I promise," he spoke against your lips. "I ain't losing you again."

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2024 Day Six

Sleepy Sex

Captain John Price/Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro hummed, trying to turn over as he woke, eyes cracking open in the semi darkness of the hotel room to find himself stuck with his cheek smushed into John’s chest. He felt it rumble as the man next to him chuckled, squeezing Alejandro’s hand before continuing to run his fingers over Alejandro’s palm.

“Did I wake you?” John said, widening his arms to let Alejandro properly roll over to face him.

“Yes.” Alejandro grunted, tossing his arm over John’s hips as John tucked one of his own back around Alejandro’s shoulders, pulling the two close and tucking Alejandro’s face into John’s neck. “But don’t worry. I’m just… not used to not being the first one awake.”

John hummed, tugging the sheet back up over Alejandro’s body from where it had fallen when he moved. “I’m afraid there’s not much I can do for that.”

Alejandro chuckled, pressing his lips to John’s collar bone, content to just be held close, because he knew in the back of his head that would be a very long time before they would next have the chance to do so. He ran a hand down John’s back, hushing John when he tried to say something, wanting to make the most of this time where they were relaxing.

They were shut away from the outside world right now, safe inside a generic, cheap hotel room, where everything was an ugly shade of brown, and no more complicated than a bed, a table without a chair, and a bathroom built in the corner. The door was locked and the daylight from outside was being kept out by the heavy curtains, leaving the two of them to just relax in each other’s company and not think about anything complicated.

It was waiting for them, creeping closer, each minute another one closer to John’s eight o’clock alarm, but it wasn’t that time yet, so the real world, and all of its bullshit, would just have to keep waiting.

John protested harder, pushing a finger against Alejandro’s lips so he wouldn’t interrupt him. “I thought you said you didn’t get morning wood.”

“What?” Alejandro asked, unsuccessfully trying to push himself up as John ran his hand down his side, before sliding it between their bodies as John blindly groped for Alejandro’s hard on.

“See?” John caught it in his hand, pressing his thumb to the head of Alejandro’s cock.

Alejandro groaned and rolled onto his back, pulling Price over with him. “You’ve ruined me.”

“Improved, more like.” John sat up on Alejandro’s thighs as he squeezed his dick. “This suits you.”

“What, being pathetically hard in the morning?”

“No.” John shook his head, letting go of Alejandro’s dick as he leant down over him. “Looking like this. Still hazy from sleep, awake but not awake, in bed with me. Hard, because you’re in bed with me. Frowning at me, because you don’t like me talking to you like this, because it makes you feel all hot inside, which you’ll, hopefully, resolve by tipping me over and giving a repeat of last night…”

“A repeat?” Alejandro laughed, reaching up to pull John in closer by his neck. “I’m too old for that.”

“An encore then?” John asked. “One last one, send each of us home glowing and happy?”

“I can do that.” Alejandro pulled him down and kissed him. Just as Price was relaxing into it, Alejandro pushed him to his right, trying to roll both of them over and swap their positions. John pushed back, leaving the two of them struggling fruitlessly until they ended up back on their sides, John waiting as Alejandro tried to pull himself up. He really wasn’t fully awake yet, as John had pointed out, not that it mattered.

Alejandro pushed again, rising up to press John onto his back, before scooting around to sit between his legs and wrap his hand around John’s cock, picking it up from where it was resting back against his hip.

“You’re one to talk about morning wood.”

John chuckled, pulling a pillow down behind his head. “I never said I was perfect.”

“But you are.” Alejandro shifted up on his knees, each movement making him feel more awake, more alive, more in control as he leant down over John to nip at his lip. “You’re almost too perfect. Strong, intelligent, respectful, caring, pretty, and not to mention, fuckable.”

John chuckled, chasing Alejandro’s mouth for a kiss, grasping the back of his neck for security as the pair of them settled into the best way of expression affection their brains could muster, that being kissing and mindlessly humping against each other.

Alejandro groaned, feeling a sudden burst of energy when he and John’s cocks rubbed together, and he reached up to drag the other pillow down the bed and stow it under John’s hips. John rose with him as Alejandro sat up, pushing John’s ass open and slowly feeding his dick into his hole, swallowing as his eyes looked up away from it, to watch John’s face.

John groaned, his expression relaxing into one of bliss as he begged for Alejandro to hurry up, collapsing back onto the bed and grabbing Alejandro’s arms, trying to pull him back down. Alejandro grunted, completely sinking his dick into John’s ass before allowing him to, grinning as John locked his arms around Alejandro’s neck. John used Alejandro’s weight against him, pulling him down to press their bodies together as he sucked Alejandro’s tongue into his mouth, leaving the pair of them groaning into each other each time Alejandro lazily rolled his hips.

Alejandro eventually managed to tuck his own arm around the back of John’s head, pulling him up with him as he shifted his position, trapping John’s leaking dick between their abs, making John shudder each time Alejandro moved against him to fuck his twitching asshole.

“Fuck, you’re a handful…” John groaned, tilting his head back and threatening to drag them back to the bed again.

“Me? I’m not the one who flirted.”

“Oh, shut up.” John grumbled, pulling Alejandro’s lips to his again, smothering Alejandro’s ‘arguing like an old couple’ line between them.

Alejandro let him, sharply thrusting his hips up as he came, grunting and grabbing John’s hip as he squirmed, revelling at the feeling of being filled up. Alejandro was just about to give him a sweet kiss on the neck, still slowly rolling his hips, when John groaned and grabbed him tight, squeezing him in every place he could, not letting go even as Alejandro lowered them back to the bed.

Alejandro gently stroked John’s hair, murmuring into his ear until he relaxed and let go of him, falling limp and letting Alejandro pull himself up again. He closed his eyes, groaning as he felt the tired ache settle into his bones, in an unpleasant, but not unfamiliar, change from the pleasant sleepiness he’d woken up with. He opened his eyes with a sigh, and reached up to brush his hands through John’s hair again, smiling when he saw his cum cooling on their torsos.

“You look pretty.”

“All of your work is pretty.” John looked like he was about to go on, when a shrill alarm interrupted him.

Alejandro swore at it, sitting back as John got up and turned it off. “So that’s it?”

“Yes. Until next time, Colonel.” Price stood up from the bed, gathering his clothes up from the neat pile on the table.

“Make the next time sooner, huh?” Alejandro felt the weight of reality sinking in as he watched John dress, turning him back into Captain Price.

“We’ll do our best.” John winced at his own words, both of them knowing it wasn’t entirely true.

“Until then.” Alejandro waved goodbye as John left, clutching the sheets tightly in his hands as he bit back the urge to call John back, to make him turn around and kiss him just once more, but that would be crossing their line.

When the door clicked closed, Alejandro gathered his own clothes and dressed. He looked into the mirror next to the bathroom door, and Colonel Vargas looked back at him.

He retrieved his own phone, and checked his messages, seeing only one new one, from Rudy, telling him that the operation was ready.

Alejandro sighed, and Colonel Vargas replied that he was on his way.

[preciouslandmermaid]

Maybe in time, we can give it one more try

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto/F!Reader

Tags: Angst, break-ups, lovers to exes, the painful acknowledgment that it’s over and nothing can fix it. No use of Y/N

Rating: E

WC: ~700

You lean back into the squeaky, plastic that cushions the diner booth. You drag your fingertip across the white and be-speckled table and trace mindless circles. The pattern reminds you of the cafeteria tables from high school. The condensation from your water pools at the base of your glass. You drag your fingers through it and trace faint water patterns. It helps to distract you. The bell above the door rings and you reflectively look up and your heart clenches.

Carmy slides into the booth and the server gives him a large menu with every single imaginable cuisine printed across it. You could buy a hot dog, or a steak dinner, or a club sandwich or pancakes. It was limitless. His eyebrows lift as he looks over the menu.

“Did you already order?” He asks without looking up.

“No, I’m not hungry.” Your teeth meet your lower lip and scrape against the thin skin there. You resist the urge to peel it off. To feel the sharp, copper-tasted pain. You chose a public place because you felt it would be easier. There was less of a chance you would cry.

“Carmen,” You swallow. His name feels like sand in your throat. “I don’t think I can put this off any longer.”

He looks up at you, blue and soulful and bloodshot. And you look away. You’ve felt yourself drifting from Carmy ever since he reopened his restaurant. You knew there was a chance of your relationship suffering. Or perhaps suffering isn’t the right word. Too dramatic. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried. You told Carmy your worries. You expressed your feelings. You suggested date nights and ways to stay connected and stay close. Somewhere between telling him and these past few months—Carmy stopped trying.

It was as if he was pretending to be in a relationship. He went through the motions. He held your hand. He kissed you and held you at night. But it was like he wasn’t truly with you. He was someplace else. Distracted. You can’t put your whole life on hold with the hope that he’ll come back—that he’ll get it together and be a better partner to you. You could blame the restaurant, sure, but you knew that wasn’t the whole picture. You gave it a few months. You tried.

Now, it felt like you and Carmy were two pieces that didn’t fit together anymore. The more you tried to force it the more obvious it was. Once something breaks, you can glue it back together, but that glue becomes a barrier. You’ll never be as close as you once were.

You say, “It’s not working.”

Your throat tightens and prickles. The familiar ache builds behind your eyes. Once the words leave you, there’s the instinctive desire to swallow them back up. You hear Carmy place the menu onto the table and watch him fold his hands out of the corner of your eye.

His voice is soft and pained, “I thought we could make it through anything.”

You laugh bitterly, “Yeah, me too.”

“What if--”

“Carmy, don’t.”  You interrupt, “I’ve heard excuses for the past three months.” You pull your water glass closer and wrap your hands around it. A barrier. A cool, wet comfort between your palms. “This is what happens, you know? People grow apart. People want different things.”

“And you don’t want to be with me anymore.” He nodded, not making eye contact, though you could see the glossy sheen of his eyes beneath the harsh florescent diner lights. His blunt honesty is like a knife through your ribs. Ironically, this is the most honest conversation you’ve had in weeks.

“So, that’s it?” He says, “we’re done?”

“I’m tired of being alone in this relationship.” You push ice around with the straw, “that’s what it comes down to. You don’t have space for me in your life, Carmy.”

“I – I – uh -” Carmy clears his throat and his forehead crinkles, “I don’t want to lose you, though.”

“I know.”

The awkward silent lays before you like a slaughtered, wheezing beast. You feel the life of your relationship slowly drain out of you. The love stays, of course. The love always lingers even after saying goodbye.

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor VII

chapter 7! read chapter 6 here

“y/n~i need to talk to you.”

“you always need to talk to me. talk to your other friends.”

“don’t get smart with me. i just wanted to remind you about the business trip i’m going on. i leave next wednesday.” jean worked with a company that providing them with relaxing trips out of the country twice a year because they know how taxing the job can be.

“where you going this time?”

“it’s actually a cruise, going to the bahamas. i’ll be gone for two weeks tho, much longer than last time.”

“two weeks??” that caught your attention. you were used to jean and his trips but you’ve never been left alone for two weeks.

“i figured you don’t need a babysitter because you’re 18 but some people will swing by to check on you.”

“you tell—“

“yes i told mom and dad. they’ll come check on you and if you get scared just stay over there.”

“anything else i need to know?”

“nope, think that’s all. love you!” jean closed the door behind him. although it was only tuesday and he had about a week to prepare, it shouldn’t worry him about leaving you. he knew that you were a good kid, you don’t cause trouble , and you’re practically already independent apart from you living with him. so he didn’t know why he was feeling weird about all of this.

later on that day, you called tia to have your daily conversation and some interesting things were brought up.

“you said he said what now?”

“just reposting tweets n shit and relationships, talkin bout some ‘i’ll take my old bitch over a new bitch any day’” the dude in question was your ex you dated for two years until he cheated. he was your first and last boyfriend and luckily you hadn’t lost your virginity to him or else you’d be going mad even now.

“a weirdo for real. remind me why you follow him again?”

she shrugged. “to be nosy. give us something to talk about.”

“valid.”

“your brother still going on the trip thingy?”

“yeah, why?”

“just asking. don’t he always go around the same time?”

“yeah but i didn’t think you were paying attention. he’s gonna be gone for two weeks this time.”

“two weeks?? oh you’ll be dead before he gets back.”

“don’t say that! i can handle myself fine for two weeks.”

“you don’t even sound like you believe yourself. but look at the bright side,” you rolled your eyes as you already knew what would come next. “connie can come over without any interruptions and he’ll stay and keep you company, and then~” tia started clapping her hands and moaning.

you laughed. “i fucking hate you. i don’t even think about him like that, he 22.”

“so? older dick be the best dick.”

“i’m gonna hang up on you.”

“it’s okay if you wanna hang up on me to call your man.”

“i don’t have a man.”

“sure..”

next wednesday rolled around quicker than you thought and it didn’t seem real to you up until you saw your brother all packed up in suit and tie.

“why you dressed up? i thought you were going on the trip to relax.”

“there’s a meeting right before we board the plane.” you nodded as you watched your brother put on his dress shoes. “are you sure you’ll be okay? you’ll call or text if you need anything right?”

“yes, i’ll be okay. just have fun.”

“i already called everyone to let them know so some one would be there everyday to check on you. and don’t throw any parties or anything while i’m gone.”

“i’ll try not to.” you joked. but he knew you weren’t like that. the most you’d probably do is have tia sleep over or something and just the two of you do stupid shit in the comfort of your own home.

“well,” he started as you helped him load the last of his things in his car. “i love you, i’ll be back in two weeks. i’ll call and text everyday, just don’t die on me.” he laughed while he pulled you into a tight embrace

“i won’t die, promise.”

after the both of you struggled to let go, you bid him a formal farewell as you watched him back out the parking lot, “love you too, be safe!”

after all that, it was weird having the place to yourself but you’d just operate how you would normally do. the only difference was that jean wasn’t present and you had to get used to that. but as he said, over the two weeks, people came to check on you every day.

you had visits from your older stepbrother elliot snd his girlfriend, your mom, your stepdad, and even your biological dad who really just started speaking to you after your mom remarried. but family wasn’t the only people who were there for you. you had visits from sasha who you’d hang out with from time to time, and sleepovers with your friend tia. but one person you really should’ve saw coming was connie. but you didn’t know how you felt just yet.

“y/n~” you heard connie call out to you from your room but he stopped in the doorway when he made it. “your brother told me to—“

“check up on me?”

“yeah, but.. a little more than that.”

“what?”

“he gave me a key, see?” he held it up proudly but you were shocked and maybe a bit upset.

“when did he give you a key? and why?” connie walked into your room and sat at the chair by your desk.

“he wants me to check on you

everyday—“

“people do that already.”

“yeah but he wants me to check on you everyday.. for multiple times a day.”

“so i don’t have a choice.. but to see you everyday?”

“multiple times a day, yes.” he smiles. “but that makes it easier for us to get to know each other.”

“don’t you have things to do? like work or..?”

“yeah but i’ll just come here after.” you rolled your eyes. although jean suspected that connie was trying something with you, he still trusted connie to keep you safe if anything else.

“whatever.” you went back to whatever you were doing.

“right,” connie stood up to walk out the room. “and imma need your number or something.”

“to track me?”

“no, just to keep in contact with you. weirdo.” he laughed. you were the weirdo? you ended up putting your number in his phone and he put his number in yours. “i turned locations on by the way. i’ll be back, bye!” he left before you could even get on him about it.