#i just don't wanna get back to locking myself up in my apartment

[sturniolohouse]

Closer to you -M.S

A/N: Hiiii! Thank you for all the love on my last story. I had a lot of fun writing it. I don't know how consistent I'll be but here's a little something for now

summary: matt just wants to spend time with you after a long day.

warning: cursing? kinda suggestive comments idk grow up

word count: 1.8k

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"Your beard tickles," I giggle with Matt lying on top of me, his face buried into my neck.

He playfully sinks his teeth into the crook of my shoulder and I squeal at the shocking gesture. He chuckles lowly at my reaction and I lightly swat his shoulder, trying to roll him off of me.

"You're crushing me. You may weigh less than me but you're heavy," I shove him off and he finally rolls off but takes me with him, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me on top of him.

"I'm going to crush you now," I protest trying to get up but he pulls me down once more.

"I think I can handle it." He wraps his arms around me, having no choice but to lay my head on his chest.

"C'mere, I barely saw you today. Just wanna lay here with you like this a little while longer." He mumbles, kissing the top of my head and running his hands up and down my back.

"Didn't you have fun with your brothers today?" I ask, mainly teasing him as we were only apart for less than a day. I had seen him in the morning before they left for their meeting at the warehouse.

"Those goofs are a pain in my fucking ass." he snarls and I poke him in the ribs.

"Be nice." I tell him and he sighs.

"I'm joking. It was nice. I guess," He corrects himself. His hands sneak their way under my sweatshirt then under my tank top.

"Matt..." I warn him and he squeezes my sides.

"Yes..." He mocks and I can hear the grin on face. 

When I lift my head he's got smirk on his face as his hands lower down past the waistband of my pants. He goes for a handful of my ass before I stop his movements and give him a stern look.

"Matthew, your brothers are home." I scold him softly.

"Don't 'Matthew' me, them being home has never stopped us before." His eyes widen playfully as he calls me out.

"Yeah, when they were asleep. But they are both very much awake right now and could god forbid walk in," I defend getting flustered, heat rising up my neck and pooling into my ears.

“You know there’s this thing called a lock? I have one on my door. Use it quite often.”

“Yeah and risk one of them hearing something?” I shudder and he smirks at my flustered appearance.

"So, what I'm hearing is...later?" He raises his eyebrow and I roll my eyes, pulling away from his grasp. 

"Chris mentioned something about wanting to watch a movie tonight when you guys got in before." I change the subject, readjusting myself and sitting up on his lap instead.

"Fuck that, we're not leaving this room." He grips the tops of my thighs, playing with the string of my sweats.

"I had already told him yes..." I hesitate and fidget with my bracelets, waiting for him to blow up.

I peer up and see him with an arm over his eyes as he regulates his breathing. I stifle my laughter and watch him compose himself.

"Of course you did." He says sarcastically, waving his hand out dramatically.

"He sounded really excited," I reason with him and he rolls his eyes once more.

"You know what's gonna happen right? We're going to go into the living room, argue over which movie to watch for an hour and then Chris is gonna go on his phone the entire time, not paying attention to shit. All while you and Nick whisper and giggle and text each other from across the couch while I sit there watching a fucking movie I didn't want to watch in the first place." He rambles with wide eyes.

"C'mon it's just one movie." I rub his chest and he grabs my hands in his, halting their movement. 

"I don't care. I was with those idiots all day. I drove them all over the city, Chris wanted to thrift but then realized he was hungry, so I had to get him food, but then oh no, Nick wants happy ice first so we had to go to happy ice. And all I wanted to do was get a new pair of jeans, film our video and go home to spend time with you. But now because you feel bad for Chris, we have to sit and watch a shitty movie the kid's not even gonna see." He winds himself up and I tilt my head to the side, giving him that look.

"No, do not give me that look. You're not going to make me feel bad this time, sweetheart." He shakes his head, standing his ground. 

I continue to stare at him and pull my hands out of his grip, rubbing my hands up and down his chest again. 

"I'll...make you cookies," I smile softly, and he stares at me blankly. "Snickerdoodle..." Still nothing.

He extremely stubborn so this will take some bribing.

"Alright, I won't make you listen to Taylor Swift in the car, even though I know you secretly like her music." I say and he laughs this time, shaking his head.

"Kid, stop."

"I'll give you a kiss? A proper one. You can even touch my ass or grab my tits. Both even." I try to think of more things and he continues not to budge, though I can see his eyes shimmer with temptation.

"Wow, not even an ass grab will win you over?" I say with deep concern and he chuckles again giving me a little shrug.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'm just gonna go out there and watch the movie and you can stay in here by yourself since you're too cool." I get off of him and his jaw drops. He sits up on his elbows.

"Hey, woah. You'd seriously leave me to go hang out with them?" His voice cracks as he looks at me in disbelief.

"Yup!"

"This is fucking ridiculous." I hear him mumble under his breath as I put my slippers on and open the door.

"Have fun sulking," I close the door behind me.

I walk out to Nick and Chris serving themselves mac and cheese in the kitchen. I greet them before grabbing some goldfish from the pantry and a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Where's Matt?" Chris asks shoveling a spoonful of mac and cheese into his mouth. Realizing it was too hot, he fans his mouth and blows out air to cool it down.

"He's in the room. What movie are we watching?" I keep it at that, walking over to the living room and taking a seat in the right corner nook of the couch.

"He's such a loser," Nick comments before sitting beside me and grabbing the TV remote.

"Nick, give me the fucking remote." Chris motions him while taking his own seat at the end of the couch.

"No, idiot, eat your food."

I was able to convince them to watch one of my favorite movies, 50 First Dates. Nick was on board right away but I had to win Chris over.

"Bro, no way. I'm not watching a chick-flick." He goes to grab the remote from Nicks hand.

"Chris shut up, you're not even going to watch it," Nick calls him out, putting the remote out of his reach.

"Yes I am," He argues back.

"Adam Sandler and Rob Schneider are in it." I speak up and he sits back.

"Fine."

Twenty minutes into the movie I hear Matt’s door open and then his footsteps down the hall. I turn my attention away from the movie to see him walking over with his black hoodie pulled over his head.

I knew he’d break eventually.

"Look who decided to join-" Chris starts.

"Shut the fuck up."

When he reaches the couch, he leans down pulling my legs up and over his lap as he takes a seat directly next to me. He wraps his arms around my middle, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck.

Although rare, Matt has no problem cuddling or hugging me in front of others. It's usually kissing or gross sweet talk we avoid displaying. We just prefer to keep that private for everyone's peace, including our own.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders pulling him into me, scratching the nape of neck lightly with my fingernails and playing with his overgrown hair.

"Oh I’m gonna puke..." Chris comments from beside us and Matt flips him off without a word.

"Watch the goddamn movie and leave them alone." Nick snaps at him.

Matt melts into me as I continue to scratch his scalp and he draws patterns on my hip with the hand he snuck under my hoodie.

Not even halfway into the movie I look over at Chris and see he’s on his phone. I nudge Matt slightly to bring his attention to it and he shakes his head.

“What did I fucking tell you,” he says lowly and I giggle.

“Chris, you like the movie?” I call out and he snaps his head in my direction.

“What? Oh yeah, it’s great.” He puts his phone down beside him.

He gives me a tight lip smile before looking over at Nick and I could already see the idea pop into his head before he tackles him in a hug.

“Get the fuck off of me. What is wrong with you?” Nick shoves him off, his eyes wide.

“I just love you,” Chris shrugs, going to tickle Nick’s side but he catches his wrist, twisting it slightly causing Chris to cry out in pain.

“You’re an idiot. Let's keep our hands to ourselves,"

“I’m getting ice cream, do you want?” Matt whispers to me and I immediately nod. He kisses my jaw and pats my legs so I lift them off his lap.

He quietly goes into the kitchen and discreetly takes out the pints of ice cream and serving them into bowls for us.

He pads back over, tapping the bowl on my shoulder to get my attention before I grab it.

This catches both Nick and Chris’ attention.

“There’s ice cream?”

“Not for you.”

—

Everyone had gone to their rooms after the movie and Matt couldn’t get us back to his room fast enough.

"It wasn't that bad." I say pulling the comforter back and sliding in next to Matt who’s already shirtless and under the covers.

"Yeah, yeah." He puts an arm under his head and extends his arm for me, wanting me close.

"You're such a grump." I roll my eyes. turning towards him and moving to lay my head on his chest.

"I just want to be able to spend quality time with my girlfriend without our plans being infiltrated by my brothers." He wraps his arm around me, lightly stroking my shoulder with his fingertips.

"Is that such a crime?" He presses softly and I shake my head.

"I suppose not." I sigh, "We could...go away?" I suggest after a beat of silence and he hums.

"I like the sound of that, keep talking..."

"You and me, the cape, being in nature, alone in a cabin for a week, no interruptions..." I trail off, tracing patterns on his stomach.

"Sweetheart, you had me at the fucking cape."

[evie-sturns]

Friends - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and chris are friends with benefits until you notice a change in his behaviour, he starts to get angry about how clingy you are.

contains: fwb!chris, arguing, angst, yelling, crying, making out.

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chris and i have known each other since we were barely able to speak, i've known him my whole life and we've always just. been. friends. until around 8 months ago. i don't even remember how it happened but suddenly his hands were roaming over me, and we fucked.

we both decided after that experience that would be friends with benifets, how could we not after getting a feel for eachother? it was so convinent because i'm always over at their house with nick and matt, they're also my closest friends.

7:39pm

i lay on the sturniolos couch in my small shorts and a tank top, nicks laying beside me as we talk about absolute bullshit.

"nick, you're seriously yapping now" i laugh, "no but tell me thats not the best wednesday video ever, i'm getting matt." he declares, heaving himself up and running out the room, he comes back with matt.

"i will happily cook salmon tomorrow for the wednesday video." matt says with a deadpan face, he speaks like he's being held at gunpoint.

nick claps, "let's go get the shit now" he says with a know it all smile on his face, "dickhead." i scoff to nick, he shrugs with a wide grin.

"you wanna come get the stuff from the grocery store with us?" matt asks, i shake my head "i'm not dressed for the occasion" i joke.

he laughs before grabbing the keys which are attached to his jeans loop, he walks with nick outside, shutting the front door behind him.

i put my phone down on the pillow beside me before standing up, aimlessly walking upstairs.

i open the door to chris's room, "chriss" i say with a smile before entering the room.

"why aren't you with nick and matt." he says, sitting up against his headboard. "hello to you too." i say sarcastically, jumping into bed beside him.

i lay my leg over chris's thigh, my hand reaching out and tracing random shapes on his arm, he pushes me off casually, an awkward silence filling the room.

“can i not touch you now or something.” i say jokingly, chris snaps.

“can you fuck off for once?” he raises his voice, i sit up in bed as my heart thumps. “what?” i say, slightly shaken up.

“all you do is touch me and be around me,” he starts, my mouth falls open slightly.

“we are FRIENDS with benefits, i don’t know why the fuck you act like we’re together?” he says, emphasising the ‘friends’.

“so for fucks sake, act like it, act like we are normal friends because the only thing different about us is we fuck, nothing. else.” chris finishes before standing up off his bed, walking out of his room and slamming the door behind him.

tears pool in my eyes, first of all he knows i can’t take being yelled at, he also knows that i’ve always been insecure about how clingy i can get.

i didn’t have any friends other than the triplets when i was growing up, they were all i really needed. so i’ve stuck to them majorly,

i always ask nick if i’m coming over too much, and if they want me to stay at my apartment i can, but nicks always shut down that, telling me that he will literally lock all doors so i can’t leave.

but that was just nick, nick wanted me to stay, did chris like me round?

i sit alone on chris’s bed, replaying each word than came out of his mouth over and over in my head.

“i don’t know why the fuck you act like we’re together”

“can you fuck off for once?”

i let out a small sob, tears starting to paint my cheeks. i bring my knees up to my chest as i bury my face in his pillows

i let out shaky breathes, having a poor attempt to calm myself down.

-

7:46am

i don’t know when i fell asleep, all i know is that i’m slowly starting to wake up in chris’s bed.

his arms are wrapped around me, spooning me as he snores lightly into the back of my neck, i stir as i look down.

i sit up in bed, chris’s arms still on me as he lets out a tired groan. all events of what happened last night start coming back to me. i instantly try to get out of bed but chris has a firm grip around my waist,

“chris, let me go.” i whisper yell, he shakes his head.

i place two hands on his wrists and try to pry them off of me. chris is slowly waking up, i feel tears start to form again, knowing that he most likely had to sleep next to me cause i fell asleep in his bed.

i let in trembling breathes, chris sits up. “sh shh.” he says, pulling me down onto his lap as he sits up against his headboard.

“can i please talk to you.” chris says, his voice hoarse.

“chris.” i say, small droplets of tears rolling down my cheeks as i fight his grip.

“i’m going home now.” i say again, “no you’re not.” chris starts.

“i am so sorry.” chris says, grabbing my face and making me look at him.

“i am so sorry.” he repeats, rubbing my arm with his free hand lightly

“i am so sorry for opening my mouth last night , i am so sorry for making you cry, i am so sorry for walking out of the room, i am so sorry for yelling.”

“i love you so much, more than you understand and there is actually no excuse for what i said, i don’t know why i said it. i have never felt truly loved by someone other than my family so it’s really throwing me off that you want to touch me, you want to be near me.”

“i think i’m so scared of getting to attached to you and then you leaving, because i can’t handle that, i don’t want you to leave, ever.”

he finishes, my tears came to a halt as soon as the words ‘i love you’ left his mouth.

“do you mean it..?” i ask, looking up at chris.

he grabs my jaw staring at my lips,

“chris, i have morning breath.” i laugh slightly

“i do not care at all.” he says, slamming his lips onto mine,

his arms holding me tighter than ever, he doesn’t let me go for the rest of the morning no matter how much i protest.

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[minniesmutt]

“If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.” rockstar x rockstar gf

Could i request it with chan?

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     “Y/n!” Chan yelled as he chased his girlfriend down the back of the venue. 

     She completely ignored him. Not wanting to hear much of him at the moment after she watched his entire set. The crowd thrusting things on stage for him and his band and almost themselves a couple times and her boyfriend said nothing. 

      Some fans had some meet and greet passes for the band which was normal. Y/n stood with staff till it was over. Boiling in how many women attempted to flirt — some even kiss the cheek of — her boyfriend. He kindly turned it down at first but soon he just stopped and took the photos. Immediately after the last of the fans left she left towards the back with Chan hot on her tail 

     “Go to one of your other girlfriends!”

     “Baby,” Chan managed to get in front of her and stop her, “Fan service is part of my job. You know this.”

     “Since when is letting fans kiss you part of your job?”

     “I’m sorry. I should have stopped everyone of them but just repeating myself was getting tiring.”

     “Whatever,” Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed past her boyfriend

     Chan knew she could get jealous. He’s known since they got together. He’s never minded much, he always knew how to remind her he was hers. 

     “Baby girl,” Chan grabbed her waist and turned her around just for him to spin out of his grip. “If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.” 

     Y/n stopped and looked at him, “Bend me over yourself.”

     That’s all Chan needed to drag her to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind them. Quickly bending her over the sink and pushing her bottoms down along with her panties. Keeping a hand on the back of her neck as he licked his fingers then ran them between her folds. 

     Y/n watched him in the mirror trying to push herself up and turn around. All her actions stopped as his fingers pushed into her. Moaning as he stretched her open. “There's my girl. Just needed a couple fingers in her.”

     “Barely feel them,” Y/n lied, just to rile him up.

     Y/n whined as he grabbed the front of her neck, pulling her back to him. “What was that baby girl?” 

     “Barely feel them,” Y/n repeated. 

     Chan hummed and bent her back over the sink. Pinning her against the surface as his fingers slid out of her. She heard rustling and metal clinking behind her. A moment later she felt his tip spreading her slick and his precum. Moaning as he pushed in behind her. Watching her jaw drop in the mirror.

     “Feel that baby?” Chan asked

     “No,” Y/n stammered 

     Chan hummed behind her. He gave her a few seconds before he started moving. Not saying to start slow and opting to fuck the attitude out of her as quick as possible. Watching her facade visually fall apart in the mirror even though she was still denying it verbally. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned

     “Wanna keep lying to me baby?”

     “No,” Y/n moaned. “Feels good.”

     “Yeah. The only girl I fuck like this. Only girl I fuck.”

     “Wanna cum,” Y/n moaned

     “Not tonight baby. Bad girls don't get rewards,” Chan said

     “Ch—“ Y/n paused as he spanked her ass. 

     “Start listening and maybe I’ll let you cum when we get back to the hotel.” 

     “‘M sorry,”

     Chan laughed behind her as his pace picked up. Drilling himself into her as his orgasm built up. Feeling her walls pulse around him and get tighter with each thrust before he finally let go. Pushing himself deep in her as filled her. 

     Y/n whined under him as he painted her insides. Trying to fuck her self back on him to no avail. Her boyfriend pulled out after a few moments. Pulling her up and kissing her cheek, “I love you. No one else.”

     “Love you too,” Y/n hummed 

     “Wanna go back to the hotel room?” 

     “Please.”

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[sanguineterrain]

Hello! I recently found your blog and bruh I'M SMITTEN by your works.

Would it be alright if I requested Jason Todd x gn reader (also vigilante but only works on small cases and in safer places... Jason wouldn't let them anywhere else after a heavy injury they sustained in the past)...

Maybe they're searching for clues in one of the alleys and reader finds a baby there and takes it home (or maybe they fall upon a tired-looking woman throwing her baby over the bridge, reader manages to catch it but when they get back up the woman is gone)? Just overall how would Jason react to his partner finding a kid and bringing it home and what would happen after.

I made myself laugh bc I thought Jason would be like "good thing you went home and not to a bat cave, can't handle another sibling, the last one is already a living hell.

And I wanted to ask if it would be alright if I requested more than just one thing? Completely fine if not.

❤️❤️❤️

This is a super cute prompt!! Thanks for sending it in. And yes feel free to send more than one request 💓

Jason Todd x gn!reader. Abandoned baby, established relationship, Jason being a cutie patootie.

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You find the baby in a grocery store basket stuffed with blankets behind a Walmart.

She's a tiny thing, with fat cheeks and a permanent wrinkle between her brow. She's frighteningly quiet.

You take her home.

Home has become synonymous with Jason's apartment. At some point, it just made more sense for you to move in long-term. Jason had gingerly brought it up to you one night and kissed you hard when you'd said yes.

You pick up some formula on the way home and a few other things. The baby starts to cry after a bit, to your relief, and after feeding and changing her, you sway her until she falls asleep.

You're content to hold her until you get a crib. You fully intend to do so.

You hear the first lock turn, then the second, then the third. There's no worry that Jason will wake the baby; he always enters a building like he's casing it.

You have the TV turned down low, channel switched to some late-night sitcom. Jason comes in and closes the door with his foot. He takes off his helmet, revealing his messy curls. You smile.

"Hey, Jaybird," you say.

Jason glances at you as he walks to the bedroom, unzipping his vest as he goes. He grins tiredly.

"Hey, sweetheart. Hello, baby."

You watch him disappear into the bedroom. The baby is still fast asleep. You adjust your legs to get more comfortable in the chair.

Jason backs out of the room a moment later, gear still on. His vest is half-unzipped.

"That's a baby," he says.

You nod. "Yep."

Jason pulls a face like he's doing calculus in his head. "Did—do we have a... did I...?"

"How would that even work, Jason?"

"Look, there's many ways that can happen! Y'know how many freakin' clones are in this city? My freakazoid brother could get you a genetically engineered baby in twelve hours."

"She is an organically produced baby not related to either of us. Okay?"

"Oh. Sure, yeah." Jason starts to turn, then comes back. "Wait, no, I still have questions. Why do you have a baby?"

"I found her."

Jason squints at you, then at the baby. "You found her."

"Uh-huh."

"I don't think that'll hold up in court, sweets."

"Relax, Jason. I'm ninety-nine percent sure she was abandoned. I found her behind a Walmart. I know I could've dropped her at the hospital, but I just..." You look down at her sleeping face. "She's just so little. And she needs human contact. Nurses are already overworked as it is. What harm is in taking her home?"

"Yeah, y'know what that is? A siren song. Pretty soon, you'll be fitting her for a domino mask and dressing her like a traffic light."

You roll your eyes. "Don't be silly. I wouldn't dare try to take Damian's title. Plus, traffic light color palettes are so outdated."

Jason pouts. "Are not."

You carefully stand, baby in your arms, and walk over to peck Jason on his cheek.

"Are too. Wanna hold her?"

Jason looks at her like she's a bomb. "I dunno. I might... what if I... hurt her?"

You frown. "You wouldn't hurt her, Jaybird."

"I might hold her wrong or make her cry, and then I'll have to throw myself off the roof."

"You are such a drama king. She's sleeping like a log. You won't wake her unless you scream in her ear."

Before Jason can reply, you're unloading her into his arms. He jumps into action, arms and hands awkward but trying. You smile gently.

"Put her head in the crook of your elbow. Yeah, good. Support her butt. Both arms. Yeah, good! Good job, honey."

You pat his arm. Jason looks spooked for a second, then seems to relax when she doesn't stir. She's cradled in his arms like she was made to fit there.

"Isn't she so cute?" you whisper.

"She is really cute. So small. God." He watches her for a moment, mouth downturned. "I was a small baby too."

"I bet you were a cute baby," you say, tucking a curl behind Jason's ear.

"Oh, sure. People came from all over the world to have a gander at the cutest baby on the planet. Looks like she's taken my title."

Jason starts to sway lightly, holding her like she's gold. You feel your face soften.

He must feel your eyes on him, because he looks up after a moment like he's expecting you to correct his posture. "What?"

You shake your head. "Nothing. Just... I'm just really in love with you, Jay."

Jason's cheeks turn pink. He bites the inside of his cheek.

"Oh. I'm, uh, really in love with you too."

You kiss him properly for that, and Jason hums into your mouth, then pulls back slightly.

"We can't keep the baby. Y'know that, right? I gotta marry you properly first," Jason says against your lips.

"This is the twenty-first century, buddy. People keep babies all the time, unwed or not."

"Yeah, I know. Still wanna marry you first."

You look down at the baby and give her an air kiss. Then you look up at Jason, putting on the saddest face you can muster. He sighs.

"Well," he says, gently touching her fingers. "Maybe we can keep her for a little while."

[taurasiluvr]

WE. NEED. MORE. SIZE. KINK. SEX.

WITH. PAIGE. BUECKERS. PLEASE.

i saw this post a while back and it was something along the lines of "paige looks like the type to push down where she's at in your stomach" like some kinda stomach bulge and unfortunately i have not been able to get that outta my head so!! here's a fic!! +size kink cus yk me

you don't even remember how'd you gotten here, in this moment, right now ─ in paige's bed, getting absolutely wrecked by her strap. and nope, you didn't mind, not one bit.

she had you pinned beneath her, her strap buried deep inside you, stretching you in a way that left you breathless. paige looked down at you, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched your expression, drinking in the sight of your pleasure.

her hands moved to your stomach, pressing down gently. "look at that," she murmured, her voice filled with awe and desire. "can see myself inside you."

you looked down, your eyes widening at the sight. there was a slight bulge in your stomach, a visible proof of just how deep paige was inside you. the sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, your body responding eagerly to the visual confirmation of your connection.

"god, p," you moaned, your hands gripping her shoulders. "can feel you so deep."

paige's eyes darkened with lust, her hand pressing down a little harder. "you like that, baby?" she asked, her voice a low growl. "you like feeling me this deep inside you?"

"yes," you gasped, your hips bucking against her. "i love it. please, don't stop."

paige's began moving against your hips, her thrusts becoming harder and more precise. she kept her hand on your stomach, pressing down with each thrust, enhancing the sensation. the combination of her depth and the pressure on your stomach was driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

paige had pulled your legs further apart before lifting them onto her shoulders, making sure you felt every inch of her. her pace increased speed, your head falling back with each thrust.

"oh, fuck, paige," you cried out, your voice breaking with each powerful thrust.

paige's eyes were locked onto yours, her expression filled with raw desire. "that's right, pretty girl," she growled, her hand pressing down on your stomach again. "want you to feel every inch of me. wanna make you cum so hard you can't see straight."

you were so close, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. each thrust sent shockwaves of sensation through your body, your mind consumed by the intense connection you shared with paige. you could feel the pressure building, the tight coil of pleasure ready to snap...

"paige, 'm gonna—" you started, but your words were cut off by a cry as your orgasm tore through you.

your body convulsed, your vision going white as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. paige didn't let up, her thrusts slowing but not stopping, drawing out your orgasm until you were completely spent.

when you finally came down from your high, your body felt like jelly, every muscle relaxed and tingling. paige gently lowered your legs from her shoulders, her touch tender as she moved to lie beside you. she gathered you into her arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

"you were amazing," she murmured, her voice filled with affection.

you smiled, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. "that was... so good," you replied, your voice still shaky. "i love you so much, p."

"i love you too," paige said softly, her eyes shining with emotion. "more than anything."

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[shnarky-blogs]

𝙾𝙷 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶-

ˢᶜᵃʳ ˣ ᶠᵗᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊ñ𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛.. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍!

ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵒᵛᵉʳ’ˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ

(there may be mistakes because i literally skipped everytime the NPCs talk.. im too lazy to listen to them talking OKAY?!)

Hours ago you stumbled upon Scar.. again! He just wont stop asking begging you to join his organization, and you don't think he'd stop soon.

Scar was slowly getting frustrated of you declining or saying no everytime he asks you out.. its stressing him out reeeaaall bad.

Like why wont you join him? He's strong! He's cool? Like why?

He got so pent up on that shitty word 'No', its ticking him off badly, its like he just wanna destroy that word coming out from those beautiful lips of yours..

So he plans on changing that mind of your for good..

Be kidnapped you right from thay spot, knocking you out and took you somewhere you're unfamiliar with.

You later woke up to see yourself wrists tied up at the back, you scanned the surroundings and noticed Scar was now Infront of you.. smirking.

"Well, well, well"

He spoke out, voice ringing through the silence.

"It seems you're awake now my dear~"

He knelt down to your height, that devious smirk still present on that face of his.

"You know why you're Here sweetheart?"

You sat quiet, staring at him with genuine confusion.

"Well.. i had enough of that shitty.. word i wouldn't even dare say it myself.. sooooo im here to help!"

He smiles, teeth showing as he flashes you a playful smirk.

"And how?.."

You replied, unfaze.

His smile widens.

"Let. me. Show. You"

Suddenly he playfully unzips your zipper, pulling your pants down.. your eyes widen in shock at his boldness, soon your pants and boxers were stripped off of you, leaving you bare to the elements of the outside.

You tried to hide your cunt by closing your legs, only to be roughly spread apart by Scar himself, you can clearly tell he's growing impatient, his eyes bore through you like an animal that finally caught his prey.

Just from his eyes, he's already devouring your bare form, his cock already hard inside his pants as he scanned more closely at your beautiful skin, your boy cunt dripping between your legs.. it was.. God it was so hard to make it up in words but- it looks so fucking tasty.

He began playing with your folds, making sure to get it all wet for him to slide in later, Your face scrunched up due to his rough fingers slide between your delicate folds causing your hips to jerk forward.

His touch teasing and torturous, despite you trying to control yourself, your own body seems to betray you due to the pleasure you are feeling.

Soon he slides his fingers in, you boy pussy already wet from that rubbing and teasing, he couldn't help but smirk at your reactions.. so cute and adorable to look at.

But.. he needed more from that..

He grows impatient again, but he needed to stretch you out nicely.. he wouldn't want to hurt his cute darling, right?

Once he thinks you're loose enough he pulled his finger out your weeping boy pussy and replaced it with his cock, he made sure to be gentle, he could barely hear your sweet moans as his cock thrust in so gently.

He nuzzled up his cock in your warmth, and dear lords.. it felt so great having you wrapped around his cock.

His hips slowly began to move, finding rhythm in his thrust.

He moved slowly at first, pulling out beautiful moans from your beautiful lips.

His thrust grew faster as time goes on, his hand locked in a vice grip on your hips, making sure you wouldnt escape from his grasp.

Little cries fills the air as he pounds deeper, your poor cervix getting abused by his tip constantly thrusting in and out of your already sensitive boy pussy.

"Hah.. i bet this'll change that mind of yours sweetie~"

He chuckled out breathlessly.

"being such.. such a-a good boy for me.. yeh? Such a sweet boy taking daddy's cock.."

He growls softly, slowly loosing his mind from the pleasure.

Your face contorts into on in pleasure, tears swelled up in your eyes as you begged for him to either stop or go faster.. you just couldn't think straight anymore with that cock pistoning in and out of you like that, your mind tells you to stop but your body tells you the opposite.

The look on your face is so darn cute and he swears on mentally remembering every detail of that face of yours..

He thrust went faster, his hips stutter and it was clear he's close to cumming.

"N-no.. please.."

You were sadly too late, he came in you.. filling your pretty womb full of his cum..

But despite cumming, he began to move again.. you looked up at his face and it was clear he won't be done anytime soon..

[911lonestar911imagines]

..Save me- Possessive Evan Buckley x Reader Smut

Summary: After a close run in and getting robbed Possessive! Evan Buckley is here to help

Warnings: Robbery, Heavy Smut, Degradation, rough sex, sir/captain kink, slight mommy kink, daddy kink

A/n: not proofread or edited, it was made at 4am before work :D

You and Evan hadn't been together long, but Evan knew something was different with you, he was more possessive, protective, territorial, and you never complained. You were an only child, and grew up only knowing a story about a deadbeat father who left whenever he found out about your mother's pregnancy, so if someone wanted to protect you and treasure you, who were you to stop them?

The day went smoothly, you both woke up, had great morning sex, and then went to work, your station as a pediatric doctor at the hospital, and his station at the firehouse. You visited him and the team on your break, and now you both just waited until you were both back home. As you locked your car and made your way towards your apartment you got the overwhelming sense of danger, even as you kept glancing around, never seeing anybody or anything, you still couldn't shake the feeling. As you unlocked your phone, you called Evan, before being slammed face first into the wall, feeling something almost like a gun, press against your lower back "E-Evan! Help me!" You screamed loudly, hoping really anybody would hear, it was a little past two thirty in the morning, and your apartment was mainly filled with older couples, and families with young babies, so somebody had to hear right?

Evan was finishing up checking up on a young boy they had rescued from an apartment balcony, whenever he got the call from Y/n. He wasn't sure exactly what she was saying because of the muffled moving like she was moving her phone around against her clothing, before he felt his heart drop and felt like he was going to puke all at once as he heard your scream pierce through the phone speaker. Evan wasn't even thinking at that point, sprinting past Hen, Bobby, and Eddie before he ever knew he was moving.

You screamed out as you finally broke away from whoever was holding you captive, taking off in a sprint down the hallway, you wanted to go to the safety of your home, but you didn't wanna risk the creep getting into your apartment. As you debated your options you noticed your phone was gone, no longer in your hand, no longer having a line to Evan, to safety, to the person who protected you no matter what. You sobbed, trying to pick your pace up as you turned the corner to run down the service stairs, a quick escape, screaming whenever you collided with a body, being held tightly. Your chest hurt from screaming for help and sobbing, you wanted to wake up, next to your boyfriend, ready to start another day. You felt yourself be pulled towards your apartment before seeing someone dash around the corner "Motherfucker!" You heard Evan yell, his voice echoing off of the walls "See if I don't find you myself!" His voice boomed, you fell against the wall, sliding down the wall as you cried, holding your body tightly, only now taking in you didn't have anything in your pockets anymore. No wallet, phone, keys, or your purse, you were robbed.

Evan froze, deciding on chasing after the guy, or staying with you, he quickly made up his mind as he rushed to your side, his shaky hands cupping your face "H-Hey, hey I've got you, y/n I've got you" He whispered holding you close to his chest, basically pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he held you in a hug "Nobody can get you, I've got you" he whispered slowly standing up, lifting you up like you were a pebble on the ground "Come on" He whispered, you were too shaken up to actually process where you were going, but Evan was confident as he sat you in the passenger seat. "I know..I know" He whispered as you held onto his shirt tighter, slowly he pulled your hands away "We're going to my place...I've gotta get in though" He whispered before handing you the keys motioning for you to lock it as he walked around the jeep. You both knew you lived in a somewhat safe neighborhood, but you felt safer with them locked. Evan got in, buckling in the both of you in, before heading towards his apartment.

The entire drive he was lost in thought, seeing you so shaken up in his passenger seat reminded him of Maddie, sitting there after Doug, his thoughts were cut short by a gentle, shaky hand resting on the bend of his elbow, as he stopped in the apartment parking lot. As he looked over he was met with your soft delicate gaze, fixed on his lost one "You saved me, Evan.." You whispered, he shook his head resting a hand over yours "I was doing what was right..because I love you" He whispered.

It took a bit, but Evan had a dinner made, you showered, and now both of you sat on his bed watching a random tv show you found playing, You sighed looking at him as he traced his fingertips up and down your stomach "I'm gonna talk to Athena tomorrow about filing a police report.." You whispered, Evan hummed in agreement, you ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly as his hums continued. You moved your hand lower starting to massage the back of his neck, giggling as his hums turned into groans of relaxation and pleasure. As you dug your fingers deeper, his groans grew louder, before eventually he mistakenly let a moan slip through. You both looked at each other in shock, Your giggles growing louder before Evan rolled to hover over you, immeidetly shutting you up. "Why is it...That it's funny when I moan..but whenever I laugh about making you scream in the mornings before work..I'm in the doghouse?" He teased, playfully giving you a pouty face "Yea yea" You groaned, laying back on the bed, watching Evan slowly stalk down your body until he was mouth level with your panty hemline, you could feel his breaths he was so close.

"Evan.." You whispered lowly, you could see as he held back as groan, instead biting down on your hip bone "Easy baby boy" You whispered, you could see his eyes snap towards yours "Uh uh, you were top this morning, plus, you had a hard night" He said as he grabbed your chin tightly, you looked at him through your eyelashes as he kissed you deeply. "I'm gonna make you feel so good" He whispered grinding against you, you didn't care how many times he fucked you, his size always shocked you, how could someone be so perfectly hung? Just thick enough and long enough to hit every spot. "Please Sir" You begged arching your back, Evan had to hold back his own moan, between your little 'yes sirs' and the way your tits fell perfectly out of his work button up. "Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you" He whispered "Gotta get me nice and ready though, baby girl" He whispered pulling his sleep pants down lower, his cock springing up halfway hard "f-fuck" You whispered, all of a sudden you were seeing his naked for the first time again, taking his cock in your mouth for the first time "You've got this, baby girl...You've taken it before so well. you're my good girl" He whispered kissing your forehead gently as you slowly crawled to the end of the bed, he could feel himself growing more possessive, how dare someone else touch you? You brought him out of it as your warm mouth wrapped around him, his hand flying to the back of your head, and his legs spreading wider "Fuck" He grunted leaning back taking in the sight.

You were laid in front of him, ass up, legs spread, tits hanging out of his shirt, as your mouth was stretched around his cock, spit slowly pooling from your lips, dripping down to the very point of your hardened nipples. As his mind wondered it went back to being possessive, How dare someone else touch what's his? Try to hurt what's his?

You noticed Evan was lost behind his eyes as you swallowed around him, about to stop before a loud growl errupted from his chest, his hips bucking into your mouth, his cock sliding down the back of your throat. You relaxed it as you focused on his words that were muttered angrily under his breath

"....Touching what's mine"

"She's mine"

"Fuck my good slut"

"Even knows she's mine"

You gulped as he lifted your mouth off of him, you made eye contact with his possessive almost crazy stare "Who are you?" He whispered, the growl vanishing, his tone not matching his eyes, making him seem even more crazy "I'm yours" You responded just as softly, panting softly as you cupped his cheek, he never moved an inch, just letting out a huff "Who. are. you." He growled, you repositioned yourself over his lap, grinding against his cock, desperate to feel anything "I'm yours! I'm Evan Buckley's!" You screamed out as he held your hips against his as he grinded against you, hitting your clit almost perfectly "What else." He snapped, halting his movements almost as fast as he started "Just as loud, slut" He growled loudly "nobody can care for me like you, Evan! Nobody can fuck me, love me, or please me like you do, Evan Buckley! I'm yours" You panted as he squeezed your nipple between his finger tips "And nobody does it like you, baby" he whispered in your ear before flipping you onto your back, holding your hands above your hand "You want fucked? Want me to fuck you so hard with my cock you forget where you are?" He panted in your ear, you whined loudly spreading your legs, Evan just moved his knees to hold them as far open as you possibly could. You never experianced Evan like this, yea he's been a heavy dominant in bed, but never possessive dominant.

You almost screamed as Evan ripped your underwear off, biting his lip as he stared at your pussy, watching it slowly pool more wetness out, already soaking wet from your panties. "What baby? Where do you want my cock?" He panted in your ear, reaching under your pillow to use the silk ties you bought for his house a couple weeks ago, with your hands tied he smirked leaning up to sit on his knees "Please Sir! I want your cock, Please Evan!" You whined before moving your tied hands down to run your fingers through your folds spreading your wetness around to tease him "I want..your big cock..right here..please Captain Buckley" You whispered biting your lip teasingly as you started to push a finger into yourself slowly, you knew Evan always wanted to have the authority of captain, but he'd never take Bobby's place, and he'd never leave the 118, so Captain Buckley was a strong one for him. You could almost see his cock twitch "Don't you dare touch what's fucking mine" he growled before shoving himself fully into your pussy, bottoming out and kissing you deeply as you cried out around his lips as his cock stretched it's way through you.

"Fuck yes!" You squealed, allowing Evan to take his chance to kiss you deeply, shoving his tongue through your lips, exploring every part of your mouth, his cock never slowing it's brutal pace. "Nobody can touch what's mine" Evan growled taking your nipple into his mouth sucking and biting as you arched your back "Yes! Yes!" You started to chant before Evan clasped a hand over your mouth "Change of plans. You're mine tonight, and I don't wanna hear a peep until you're making a mess screaming my name" He growled, his voice was almost enough to have you creaming around him, but you held strong. You could feel the bed moving and the headboard hitting the wall as Evan fucked your pussy mericiless "D-Daddy!" You cried out as you came around his cock for the first time, Evan freezing before looking at you with the most evil smile.

He carried you to the kitchen, laying you over his kitchen island before resuming his brutal pace "Say it again" He grunted as he watched his cock disappear inside of you "I said say it again!" He demanded louder, you cried out as you felt his finger slide inside of you next to his cock "Fuck Daddy! It's too much!" You cried out as he found a steady pace, removing his finger pushing it into your mouth, moaning as your tongue circled his finger, cleaning any of your juices off of it. "Yea. My good fuckin wife. Taking my cock in the kitchen like a whore desperate to please her husband" He growled, you never knew Evan was the roleplay in bed type, but you couldn't lie, imaging you both married, him bending you over the table after a long day at work and having his way with his wife was orgasm inducing. "J-Just wanna make daddy feel good after work!" You moaned grinding against him, he just growled moving you both to the couch, positioning you on the arm rest so his cock was buried deeper inside of you.

"Don't worry, I'll make mommy feel good too" He growled as he sped up his pace, you gasped and moaned loudly feeling his warm cum pool inside of you, he slowly pulled out, using his thumb to push back in any cum that tried to leak out of your swollen pussy. You had no time to rest before Evan's tongue swiped over your clit "E-Evan too much!" You whimpered, already overstimulated by both of your orgasms and from how deep his cock was buried inside of you. He just growled against your clit, causing a vibration across your pussy "Daddy!" You whined trying to close your legs, but Evan lifted his head "You can either Squirt around my cock or my mouth." He said lowly, almost in a cold tone, like you didn't have a choice You knew you did though, you knew your safeword would stop everything but you liked this side of Evan. "Mouth it is" He snapped before sucking your clit into his mouth, you cried out again, chanting nothing but a song of 'Evan's and 'daddy's. Evan's tongue and mouth abused your clit as you squirmed on the couch. Evan never let up on his abuse until you were squirting around his tongue and into his mouth.

You screamed out as you soaked his face, riding his tongue desperately to ride out your high, once you got to the point, you pushed his head away whimpering, your legs shaking in his hands. "Such a bad..bad girl for me..now look at my couch.." He whispered motioning to the wet splatters coating the arm rest "Guess you'll just have to make it up to daddy" He whispered looking back down to his raging hard on, already painfully turned on by how desperate you looked. "Yes sir.." You whispered smirking...

Part two?

[yxngbxkkie]

klutz (l.k)

i found a prompt list of confessions and found one that was perfect for our cat man, minho! it's pretty cute, and i hope you all like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

~

“Y/N?” Hyunjin questions as soon as he opens the door to the practice room.

You greet him with a smile while walking into the room. “Hey, I'm sorry for interrupting,” you mention, glancing towards the couches. “Is Minho around?”

Hyunjin laughs, combing a hand through his sweaty hair. “He isn't, no. You just missed him,” he explains, moving to sit on the couch.

“Shit,” you curse, sitting down beside him.

“You okay? What's wrong?” He asks you, furrowing his brows in concern. “He'll probably be back in half an hour. We're just taking a quick break.”

You nod your head, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, I'm okay. I just… locked myself out of our apartment,” you say embarrassingly.

Hyunjin chuckles, and he shakes his head. “I'm not surprised, I'm sorry,” he continues to chuckle, dropping his gaze to the floor.

You wave a hand and giggle as well. “I could've sworn that I grabbed my keys,” you shake your head before glancing towards the member. “What choreo are you guys working on today?”

He hums for a quick second before answering your question. “Min and I are trying to perfect the God's Menu choreography,” he responds, standing up.

“You're still fiddling with it?” You ask in surprise, remembering Minho mentioned that they almost perfected it a couple of weeks ago.

“Yeah. You wanna learn?” Hyunjin smirks, holding a hand out to you.

“Oh, God,” you laugh, not sure if that's a smart idea. Your dancing skills are non-existent, and you're not sure if you're well balanced enough for their choreographies. “I don't know, Hyunjin.”

He leans back and releases a loud groan. “Come on! Just a small bit! I'll be here in case you trip!” He tries to convince you, grabbing your wrist, shaking your arm.

You gently bite your lip, thinking the idea over. Hyunjin pulls you up from the couch, dragging you to the middle of the room. “Fine, fine,” you decide to agree, knowing he won't stop being persistent.

The two of you spend ten minutes going over bits and pieces of the choreography. You watch him carefully as he goes over it once more.

“Okay, I think I got it,” you tell him with a smile.

Hyunjin provides two thumbs up before rushing towards the computer. He presses play, moving back to stand by your side. You grow excited, hoping that you won't look stupid while doing it.

You're good with hand movements. The one thing you're worried about is your feet. You're a bit of a klutz, and Minho's reminded you of it multiple times.

Just as the two of you finish the hook, your ankle rolls. A pained cry escapes your lips as you fall to the floor. “Shit,” you curse to yourself, feeling your ankle throb.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Hyunjin rushes to your side, kneeling on the floor.

You nod your head, and the door to the practice room opens before you're able to say anything else. Minho's eyes meet yours before widening.

“What happened?” He asked Hyunjin while joining the two of you.

Minho kneels in front of you, his hand hovering over your ankle. “I rolled it,” you inform him, tilting your head back at the pain.

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” Minho mentions, shaking his head.

You chuckle lightly. Hyunjin pats Minho on the back and tells him he'll go get an ice pack. The dance room fills with silence, your roommate gently moving your ankle around.

You softly call his name, causing him to lift his head. “I’m fine, so it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself,” Minho sighs, sitting back on his heels.

You press your lips together, shocked to know that's how he feels. You reach a hand out, gently grabbing one of his. “Hey,” you whisper, tugging him towards you. “I'm okay. It's just a sprain.”

Minho laces his fingers with yours and squeezes your hand. “Now it's a sprain. What about next time?” He asks you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

“Well, then you'll be here to take care of me,” you nudge him, trying to lighten his mood.

He scoffs, a breathy laugh coming from him after. “You're lucky that you're cute,” he tells you with a smile, slowly bringing your conjoined hand to his lips.

Your breath hitches in your throat when he gently kisses your hand. You slip your hand from his hold, bringing it to his cheek. Minho's eyes meet yours as you scoot closer to him.

“You're pretty cute, too,” you whisper before closing the distance between your faces.

His lips are so soft on yours. The hand on his cheeks moves into his hair, combing your fingers through it. Minho wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

“I got the ice—” Hyunjin cuts himself off at the scene in front of him.

Minho pulls away from you to glance towards the younger member. “Thank you,” he tells Hyunjin, not bothering about mentioning what he saw.

He nods his head, handing him the ice pack before leaving again. Both you and Minho feel embarrassed as you notice how red the tips of his ears are.

“No more dancing, okay?” Minho mumbles while placing the ice pack on your ankle. You nod your head in response, and you find yourself staring at his lips.

“Hey,” you gain his attention, fiddling with his shirt. His gaze finds yours, and you smile at him fondly. “You wanna get dinner?”

The corner of his lips turn up as Minho fully lifts his head. “Are you asking me out?” He questions with a raised brow.

You giggle and lean forward to press a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, I am.”

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[homestylehughes]

wanna bet?

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summray: you make a bet with quinn, which of you will win?

wc: 2.9K

warnings: nsfw 18+ smut, unprotected sex, p in v (practice safe sex guys!), oral fem receiving, spitting, cussing, dirty talk. there's some plot but it's mostly smut.

an: OH BOYYYYYY... i'm a little nervous to post this... GULP. it's my first time writing smut, so hopefully you guys all enjoy!! it took me like 4 hours LOL! writing smut is hard guys... thank you to all of my smut writing warriors. ALSO i tried my hand at making a header for my work, i kinda like it?? i cant tell if i ate or not..LMFAO. anyways im done yapping. like and reblog if you like, as always much love as always.

happy reading <3

“We should make a bet.” I say to Quinn as we’re getting ready for a home game between the Canucks and Winnipeg Jets. 

He looks at me confusingly as he finishes tying his tie in the mirror. “What kind of bet are we talking about?” he mutters back. “I don't know, something spicy and fun '' I say, as I make my way over to him to fix his crooked tie. 

“Hm..i like the sound of that” quinn says, as he rests his hands on my waist pulling me closer to his body.  I chuckle at his sudden change in interest, finally fixing his tie, I rake my eyes over his face. 

“I have an idea,” I say as our eyes remain locked, “and what's that baby?” Quinn says, I can feel his gaze now locked on my lips. 

“If you score tonight, i'll let you do whatever you want to me.'' I say, as I slowly trace my hands around his neck to play with his hair, leaning my body further into his. “if you don't score, i get to do whatever i want to you, but you can't touch.” 

I can feel quinns breath hitch in his throat, as I press myself completely against his front, planting soft kisses down his neck and across his jaw. His hands moving from my waist, to my ass, griping is hard and pulling me even tighter against him. 

Quinn tips his head down to try and connect our lips together, I quickly move my head to avoid his kiss. “How do those conditions sound?” I say, looking at quinns now flushed state. 

“They sound really good, baby, they would sound even better if you'd let me kiss you.” he says, slowly moving our faces closer together. 

I slowly shake my head no, as I pull myself apart from him. “ I have to finish getting ready, and so do you.” I say, while looking at a wide eyed, flustered quinn. 

“You actually hate me, don't you?” Quinn says, looking at me, still wide eyed. “no i don't, i just like making you suffer.'' I grin back at him. 

“So are we shaking on this?” Quinn says, finally collecting himself. Without a word I held my hand out to him, waiting for him to grasp it. Our eyes are locked, as Quinn pulls his arm forward, his hand finally finding mine, pulling it into a firm handshake. “you're on Hughes,” I said to him. “No you're on, I'm scoring tonight, just for you baby '' Quinn says grinning at me like a kid in a candy store. 

I step forward and press a sweet kiss on his lips, pulling away before he has the chance to deepen it, “may the best man win” i say before turning away from him, to finish getting ready. 

I'm nervous, not for the game, but for tonight. My nerves are getting the best of me as I sit in the stands waiting for the puck to drop. My eyes follow Quinn as they warm up on the ice.

 I'm starting to think I'm a dumbass for even betting on this. Quinn is super competitive, he's not going to let me win, but damn do I want to win. 

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I settle in my seat, gaze locked on ice as the first whistle signaling the game has begun goes off. 

      This is going to be a long game, a long night, I think to myself. 

The Canucks win in a shutout, 5-0. I couldn't be more proud of them as they skate off the ice. Most importantly I couldn't be more proud of myself for finally winning a bet against quinn. 

They played an incredible game tonight, with 5 amazing goals, not none of those coming from quinn. I couldn't help but secretly be happy that he didn't score. 

I leave the stands and make my way towards the locker room, waiting for Quinn to finish up with getting ready and press interviews. Around 45 minutes later, I see Quinn make his way towards me. I open my arms to him, grasping him in a hug, “good game baby” I say to him as he pulls away, whispering a small “thank you” in my direction. 

We start to make our way to the parking lot, silence surrounds us, it starts to make me nervous. “Any updates on Thatcher?” I ask, who went to the locker room during the second period, with an injury. “We don't know too much right now, hopefully we get some updates tomorrow morning on his status.'' Quinn says as he throws his bags in the back seat of the car, before sliding over to open the passenger door for me.

 “Hopefully he’s okay, I'm sure he is. He's a tough guy, keep me updated when you get any information." I say to Quinn, as he's pulling out of the parking lot. “I will.” he says shortly. I frown at his shortness, in the conversation. 

“Are you okay?” i ask him quietly, “yeah, im okay.” he replies back quickly. Not wanting to push, I decided that's a good enough answer, keeping my gaze locked on my lap the whole way home. 

The car comes to a stop, signaling that we made home. I quickly got out of the car, wanting to escape the tension that was starting to suffocate me. Unlocking the door quickly, speeding my way upstairs to the bathroom, not even looking back to see if Quinn was behind me. 

Closing the bathroom door quickly, I take a deep breath to regain my thoughts. Is Quinn mad at me? Is he upset over Demko? Upset that I won the bet? Upset that he didn't score? I don't want him to be upset with me, especially over this, this was supposed to be hot and cute and now i feel like it's blown up in my face. A bet that I don't even care about at this point. 

5 minutes later, after I've calmed myself down. I see Quinn on the edge of the bed, when I open the bathroom door. Taking another deep breath, I start to make my way across our bedroom to the closet. As I'm beginning to pass the bed where Quinn sits, I feel him grab my leg, pulling me back towards him. 

My nerves are rising again. I'm now in between Quinn's legs, looking down at my feet as I wait for him to say something. I feel his hands run up my thighs, gripping them with a slight pressure. Trailing them higher on my body, over the Hughes jersey that covers my upper half. Quinns hands, finding their home on my waist, for the second time today. 

“Baby, look at me,” Quinn says, gently but with authority. I slowly lift my head up to lock my eyes to his. “I think we have a bet to take care of.” he says to me, my brain doesn't even register what he just said to me, before i start speaking. “are you mad at me? I feel like you're mad at me. We don't have to do this, it's just a bet it doesn't really matter to me Quinn. I thought this was a good idea earlier but now i dont think it's a good idea. I know you're definitely mad at-” 

  I'm quickly cut off by the feeling of quinns lips on mine. Taking me by surprise it takes my body a few seconds to respond. Once I do, my hands are instantly finding his hair, as Quinn pulls me down so I'm now straddling his lap, our kiss getting more intense by the second. 

I began to grind myself on his bulge that I felt growing beneath me. Quinn begins painting beneath me, his mouth opening enough for me to slide my tongue into his mouth, pulling myself into him. Our mouths began to fight for dominance. Our bodies move against each other at a faster rate. Quinns hands pushed my waist hard against his, causing me to moan into his mouth. 

Quinn pulls back suddenly, causing me to wine more. “Does it look like I'm upset with you baby?” he asks me as he starts to suck on my neck leaving kisses in his wake, causing me to arch my back closer into his mouth. Pulling away from my neck, looking at each other as we’re both panting. “I was acting like a sore loser” quinns says while rubbing slow circles on my thigh, eyes still locked with mine. “I don't like losing, and I really don't like not being able to have my way with you, not being able to touch you.” he breathes out at me. I'm struggling to find my words while he's looking at me like that. 

“Quinn. I don't care about this stupid bet anymore, I want you now." I don't even wait for him to respond to me before I'm crushing our lips back together. The kiss is hot, with need and want. Our teeth and tongues clashing together. 

I find the will to pull myself off Quinn, now standing in front of him. Without saying anything, I began to peel off my clothes. Pulling off the jersey, leaving me in a black lacy bra, and my jeans. Quickly moving my hands to my jeans, unbuttoning them quickly, pulling them down with my underwear, kicking them off my feet. Reaching behind me and unclasping my bra. Leaving me completely bare in front of Quinn.

“I want you naked, now.” I say to Quinn, who moves in supersonic speed pulling off his clothes and throwing them somewhere behind me. 

“Fuck baby.'' Quinn says as he's pulling me into him again. “You look so hot right now, all for me too.” tracing his hands down my bare sides, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps in his wake. 

Leaning forward he begins to press kisses against my stomach making his way down to my pussy, my breath begins to hitch, I'm afraid my legs are going to buckle beneath me. “Can I taste you baby? I want to taste your sweet pussy,  haven't in so long.” he says, as he slowly pulls my thighs apart. I can't find it within me to stop him, I don't care about the bet anymore. I need him to do something. “Yes please” I told him. He doesn't need to be told twice. 

Quinn quickly throws me down on the bed, my body making a small thud as it hits the bed. Quinn immediately pulled my thighs apart so he could rest between them.

 I'm knocked out of my daze, as I feel Quinn start to press kisses on the inside of my thighs, my breath is beginning to quicken again. “Look at me baby” he says, as he lifts his head to reach my eyes.

 I crane my neck to meet his gaze. Getting a good look at him, pupils blown with lust, his lips swollen and red, hair a mess, seeing him in this state turns me on even more. 

“Please Quinn,” I yelled out to him, shifting my body closer to his face. I need something, anything. ‘So impatient” Quinn chuckles, as he leans in closer to my pussy, so close I can feel his breath fan on my folds, causing me to slowly moan. “Keep your eyes on mine or I will stop. Got it?” he roughly says to me, nodding my head yes quickly. “Words baby” he says, “yes, yes quinn” i say urgently. 

Before I know it his face is diving into my cunt, his tongue instantly finding my clit, making arch my back into him. “Fuck” i say in a strangled moan, as my hands find their way to quinns hair, pushing his face deeper in my cunt. 

His tongue is lapping me up like a grown man starving, his hands are pushing my legs so hard and so far apart it almost hurts, but I can't find it inside me to care. His pace began to quicken, pushing his tongue in and out of my cunt. “Who got you this wet baby?” he mumbles into my heart. “You! Fuck right there baby” i moan out, as quinn slowly pushes 2 fingers in. 

The pressure is beginning to build in my stomach, between quinn fingering me and lapping and sucking on my clit is enough to push me over the edge. “Harder, faster, fuck quinn.'' I managed to push out, his actions now becoming faster and more aggressive than before. 

Before I realize, my peak is coming. My hips grinding themselves on quinns face,  desperate to cum. “That's it baby, there you go.” he says, as i begin to push myself on his fingers deep inside of me. Moving his thumb to now, rub my clit at a fast rate. “fuck quinn im coming” i push my head flat against the pillow as my body archs into him. “Fuck, don't stop. Quinn please don't stop, please please” i began to blubber out as i began to cum all over his fingers. Continuing to grind myself against him, taking anything that he’ll give me.

Quinns hands keep my thighs from closing shut and he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. Riding me through the last of my orgasm. My moans and pants are filling the room, my breath leaving my lungs as I finally come down from my orgasm. 

Quinn slowly pulled his face away from my heat. “That was the hottest thing, ive never seen, fuck” he says before making his way on top of me, his lips finding mine. 

Wrapping my arms around his neck pulling his chest to mine. Our bodies rocking together, “quinn” i say breathless, as his tongue is attacking my neck, moving his mouth lower down my body. Grasping my left nipple in his mouth, gently biting it, then releasing it into his mouth, wrapping his hot tongue around it. The action causes me to moan loudly, pushing my already close body even closer, if that's even possible.

As good as his assault on my boobs feels, I need him inside of me now. “Quinn” I say firmer this time. Pulling his face to mine, “ i need you to fuck me now, please now” i say panting in his face. 

That seems to flip a switch inside of quinn, he's quickly lining up his cock, with my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me. Quinn goes as he fully enters me, our eyes locking for a quick moment before I lift my head to bring myself to his lips. This kiss is different from the others, love and passion filled, a kiss that isn't rushed. “Can I move baby?” quinn asks from above me, “yes please fuck me” i pant back into his mouth, bringing our lips back together again.

Quinns hips quickly snapping against mine, pulling out fullying before pushing himself back into me. The quick motion caused the both of us to moan loudly, “harder” I moan out to him. “You want me to fuck you harder baby?” Quinn says back to me. To answer his question I push my hips up to meet his thrusts, quinn moves one of his hands from my waist to my right leg, and pushes it above his shoulder. the new angle, hitting a depth i didn't know was even possible. Fucking me at a pace so good, that i didnt want him to stop. 

The sound of groans, moans and our skin meeting and slapping together fills our room, our bodies slick with sweat. My eyes flutter open meeting quinns eyes, as he fucks me so deep and so good, my mouth is hung open but no words are coming out. 

Grabbing my jaws he leans down and spits into my mouth “swallow” he orders, his eyes still locked with mine. I do as he says, swallowing every last bit.

“Fuck you’re so hot” quinn moans at me, as he continues to fuck me. “More more '' I moan loudly at him, Quinn then pushes both of my legs on his shoulders. Fucking me so deep i can feel him in my stomach.

“Im gonna cum, baby” Quinn breathes in my ear, his face dropping to my neck as he picks up his pace. I feel the familiar burn build up in my stomach again. “Don't stop, im almost there please dont stop” i wine at him urging him to go even faster. 

Grabbing our headboard, using more strength to push himself harder into me. One singular snap of his hips causes me to cum. “Quinn quinn, im coming fuck fuck fuck” i moan loudly. “come for me baby fuck” quinn says as he continues to fuck me though my orgasm. 

“Im cumming” he sputters out, his lips finding mine. Our bodies move together as we’re coming down from our highs. 

My legs slowly come down from his shoulders, Quinn slowly pulling out of me, wincing as he does. Collapsing beside me, our chests falling and rising together, pants fill the room still. I turn my body to his hand tracing his chest and neck. Pushing his hair that's fallen in his face back. Quinns arms circled around my waist pulling me closer to him. 

“So much for the bet huh?” he says while laughing, pulling me in for another kiss.

[katyawooga]

sevika week – day three, shimmer

— nsfw warning

shimmer was the most dangerous and the most passed around substance in the undercity. many people abused it, others discovered certain medicinal benefits. sevika was a completely different case.

you still weren't completely sure how the partial-cyborg thing worked with sevika's arm, and you were weirdly curious about the blood-to-shimmer ratio in her system. nevertheless, her chemtech arm and her capabilities while under the strengthening influence of shimmer really turned you on.

"so, tell me again how your arm works? like, you just think and it does whatever you want?" you swooned when she got all geeky and nerdy about her arm.

"i feel like i've told you a million times, cariña," she chuckled, sitting you on her lap on the couch of your shared apartment. "well, anyway, singed had to amputate my arm when it got damaged from the explosion, but he made sure to keep the important nerve endings intact..."

your eyes lazily followed where she pointed at different parts of her bionic arm, getting mesmerized seeing the neon purple liquid flowing through the mechanical veins.

"and the shimmer," you snapped back into reality after zoning out. even just her voice and how she got all technical got you going. "you never use it around me. what does it do to you?"

sevika paused and placed her human hand on your waist, caressing down to your hip.

"you don't wanna know that, mi amor," she assured you, thinking that was the end of the conversation.

"no, but i do," you insisted, shifting in her lap to straddle more comfortably one of her muscular thighs. "tell me, mamí. what happens when the shimmer gets into your system?"

your heart was already racing and that familiar, and welcoming, heat was pooling in your lower belly. she locked eyes with you, her grey gaze meeting yours with a smirk.

"i barely feel like myself. this sort of... passion, and the urges that take me over are impossible to ignore."

sevika's touches were slowly becoming more purposeful, her human hand giving your ass a gentle squeeze.

"what urges?" you asked, your eyes practically sparkling. you hadn't even noticed the slight rocking that you were doing against her thigh. she scoffed and glanced across the room, where she kept her cross-body belt of shimmer capsules.

"d'you want me to show you, preciosa?"

you nodded immediately, and she gestured for you to bring her the shimmer. you obliged, and she took one of the capsules and inserted it into the compartment of her arm.

"this is a smaller dose, i don't wanna hurt you, baby," she said, revving up her arm to inject the shimmer into her bloodstream and through her body. her bluish-purple scarring that stretched up the left side of her neck and her face shone bright as the shimmer dispersed in her system, and you could've sworn her eyes flashed magenta.

sevika grunted and shook her head, looking intensely into your eyes. you had never wanted her to put you through the mattress more than right now.

you kissed her first and she held an iron grip on your waist, guiding your hips to grind against her thigh. her groans sounded strained and distorted, but god, it was hot. her tongue shoved its way into your mouth, tasting every inch of you that there was.

"bed. strip." she ordered, panting once you had broken away from the kiss. you wasted no time in doing what she wanted.

you were naked on the bed as she walked over to you, towering above the bed and stripping herself of her own clothes. the urgency in which she did it caused her to rip through her shirt and her pants, and it only made you throb harder. she grabbed the harness and the most impressive strap-on dildo you owned and donned it proudly. she climbed onto the bed and stood on her knees in front of you.

"is this what you wanted, mi bebé?" sevika growled, running the tip of the toy through the lips of your soaked pussy. "to see me like this? so powerful?"

you couldn't help but moan and whine at the sight of her above you, the way she pulled you closer by your ankles.

"y-ye–"

you were cut off by the sharp thrust she made, making you gasp. she stayed buried in you, her thumb reaching down to circle your needy clit.

"yeah? you wanted your mamí high off shimmer to fuck you?" she questioned, pulling out slowly then snapping her hips right back in, just as deep.

"fffuh..." you whined, your head falling back against the pillow. "yes... yesss v-vika..."

once she got the answer she was looking for, she chuckled to herself and continued to fuck you. she had never used this much force before, and the sounds of skin-to-skin had never been so loud. she had you gripping the sheets, blabbering nonsense, and drooling from the corners of your mouth.

"fff– vika, i... c-cum, i'm gonna cummm..." you whined, your words coming out like stutters from the rhythmic and unrelenting thrusts into your weeping pussy. "ple-ease..."

the stamina sevika gained while on shimmer was insane. she laughed at how you were close.

"you really wanna cum now, baby girl?" she taunted, leaning down to kiss and suck on your neck. "and ruin all the fun? hell, i ain't stoppin' 'til i can feel the bed's legs giving way."

that comment alone had you clenching tightly around the clear silicone toy. your brain felt like mush from the roughness. sevika pinched and toyed with your clit and pushed you even closer to the edge.

"i'm cumming, i-i'm cumming, ssse... sevika...!" you reached up and gripped onto her human forearm as you came harder than you have in a long time, whining out her name and several profanities as you tried to calm down. but her efforts weren't slowing down.

"when did i say this was over, mi vida?"

@sevikaweek

[astroyongie]

Seventeen: They Text You One Month After Your Death

Note: heavy angst and mentions of S* Scoups

"Wake up y/n and stay with me"  "I swear to god that right now, I need you here"  "I need you to stay strong baby.. Can you yell those words at me again please?"  "Ever since you left i try to remind me where I came from and where I belong, but without you i feel so lost in this earth"  "So wake up y/n.. and stay with me"

Wonwoo

"Its been a month already y/n.. do you remember, summer after high school, when we first met?"  "We maded out in my car and on my 18th birthday, we got those stupid matching tattoos. I still cry when i look at mine"  "do you remember when we used to steal your parents' liquor and go to your room? we spoke about our future like we had a clue you would leave me"  "fuck i never planned that one day I would be losing you. Why did you got to leave?"  "In another life y/n, I would be your husband and we both could keep all our promises of being happy together"

Mingyu

"I've been holding my breath each time i think of you"  “Wonwoo told me he put lillies on your tomb today. Sorry. didn't come, I've been holding back tears ever since that day"  "I miss you so much y/n"  "I've done a lot of things wrong, but i swear loving you was never one"

Vernon

"y/n"  "I can't imagine a world with you gone and yet here we are. Fuck i am still in denial"  "I have always said i would be so lost if you left me alone in this fucked up world"  "I can't stop crying"  "the images of you locked in the bathroom, lying on the floor when I broke through"  "and i pulled you y/n, did you felt me? did you heard me y/n? I pull you in to feel your heartbeat and i couldnt hear a damn thing"  "did you hear me screaming?"  "Please don't leave me"

Hoshi

"It's not true. Even today i can't accept that its true"  "y/n, please tell me I've been lied to, that you are still here, that you are still alive and well somewhere"  "Crying isn't like me, but i didn't stop ever since you left"  "What the hell did I do?"  "I love you but I don't want to"  "this hurts so much"

The8

"Hey y/n how have you been? Have you been sleeping well? have you been eating well?"  "I hope you are wearing that hoodie i gave you. I am wearing the one you gave me. as a matter of fact i dont have the heart to remove it"  "I hope you bribed the door on your way to the sky. I know god wouldnt mind it"  "y/n wait for me yeah? I miss you. Dont cry for me. The end is near”

Jun

"Hey y/n"  "sorry i am only talking to you now.. ah, i may have fucked up ahah"  "I am currently laying in the silence, waiting for the sirens of the ambulance"  "yeah.. i fucked up.. but i missed you so much"  "I'm alive still.."  "I don't wanna lose it but i cant bare being apart from you"  "but I'm not getting through this.. y/n what should i do?"  "should I pray? to whom? to myself? to a God?"  "y/n.. help me"

Dino

"miss your touch every nights y/n.. lately i have been feeling a little hollow. And you how have you been feeling?"  "I know you crossed the bridge that I can't follow, but hey brat, you could have said goodbye"  "but now we cant change the past.. the love that you left is all that I get"  "I want you to know that, if I can't be close to you, I'll try settle for the ghost of you"  "I miss you more than life"

Woozi

"I am sorry i keep texting you. i just hate you so much right now.” ”never saw it coming, I couldn't read the signs that you werent okay and fuck this.. i hate myself"  "Now I know that it means nothing"  "you are always on my mind y/n"  "the others are trying to tricked into believing that everything will work out in the end"  "fuck them. You were the only one for me"

Joshua

"Hey baby how are you? I am not doing good ahah.."  "All I want is nothing more but too hear you knocking at our appartment door"  "if I could see your face once more y/n, I could die a happy man"  "When you said your last goodbye that night, when that fucking disease took you, i swear to all angels I died a little bit inside"  "y/n, i miss you so much and all i do is lay in tears in bed"  "I never felt so alone"  "But if you loved me, why you leaved me?"

Jeonghan

"Yo brat.." “Woozi and Joshua made me text you.. tsk they are idiots.."  "but hey brat.. you were the light to my shadow, did you know?"  "fuck god to take my star. another star they say, fuck them. you are fading away in my memory"  "Where are you now brat? Are you okay?"  "Please... y/n."

DK

"y/n I think I lost myself again"  "But I remember you told me to stay strong and Seungkwan has been nagging me to eat more"  "But I wish you would be the one telling me that"  "y/n tell me why our love is six feet under ground? Are you cold down there?"  "I will go to your grave tomorrow.. Wonwoo told me to watered the Dahlias"  "Would they bloom?"  "It's all too much for me"  "How could you die carelessly? Whos gonna take care of my heart now?"

Seungkwan

"Hey baby"  "i decided to text you bc sunday mornings were your favorite and we used to meet with the gang"  "your last sunday you did your hair up, you looked so pretty"  "y/n, I have been screamin at a God for the past weeks"  "I'm still holding on to everything, I don't wanna say goodbye bc this one means forever"  "I don't want to say goodbye so please.. come back to me"

[heeliopheelia]

"let me take care of you. please?" (sunghoon x reader)

genre: fluff, angst word count: 1k requested by nonnie ♡

warnings: it's a comfort fic!! reader is in a really bad mental headspace, crying, mentions of anxiety

a/n: a little sappy but still think it came out kinda cute <3 comfort fics have a special place in my heart!! kinda wish i had such hoon for myself sometimes :))

You struggle to breathe as another sob leaves your tight throat. Face hidden in your hands, you sit with your back leaned on your bed frame.

The couple past days have been difficult for you as the pressure and the overwhelming anxiety have been taking a toll on your well being. You've never been the one to share your problems or struggles with other people, always being too afraid of burdening them with your worries. So for the longest you've been taking care of your mental problems all by yourself and as much as you've always thought you had it under control, you've finally reached your breaking point as today all of the emotions came crashing down on you with a doubled strength.

You didn't contact anyone, leaving your phone laying on the bed on a do not disturb mode. Being too much into your own head space, you never even hear your boyfriend's voice calling out for you as the door of your apartment slams shut. It's the second time that your name leaves his lips that you finally snap out of it and come back to your senses.

With a gasp, you quickly scramble to your feet and rush to the bathroom, closing the door quickly as you hear Sunghoon stepping into your room. God, you can't let him see you in such state. No one's ever seen you at your lowest and you weren't planning on letting it happen any time soon.

"YN?" He asks with confusion, hesitantly knocking at the locked door. You bring your hand up to your lips, trying to muffle the sobs that don't seem to stop any time soon. "Are you okay? You haven't been answering anyone's calls for the entire day."

You wait couple seconds until you're sure your voice won't betray you. "I'm fine. Just wasn't feeling well, sorry."

But Sunghoon knows you better than anyone else. He pays attention to every single detail of you, so he was more than aware that something unsettling has been going on with you lately. He didn't want to be too pushy though, but after all of your friends said they weren't able to reach you since the morning, he had to come and check up on you.

"I can tell that you're crying, my love." His soft words make you go still for a moment. You were so sure you did well with covering up the tremble in your voice. "Will you open the door for me?"

"N-No," you stutter out, suddenly feeling hot from being this close to getting exposed.

"Why?" He asks, voice as calm as ever, even though his heart nearly leaps out of his chest from worry.

You hesitate for a second, realizing that lying to him is pointless right now. You inhale shakily. "Because I don't want you to see me like that."

"Please, open the door, baby," he asks and it's the gentleness of his voice that makes you cave and turn the lock open. The moment that he steps into the bathroom and sees your tear-stained face, he takes you in his arms tightly. Holding you closely to his chest, he wishes he could just take away all of your pain and worries and keep you like this for as long until you feel secure again.

"I'm sorry," you mumble out a watery apology, pressing your face to his chest and soaking his t-shirt nearly instantly. "I just don't know how to handle all of my emotions sometimes."

"Don't apologize for that," he quietly reprimands you, leaning his chin on the top of your head. "Wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head and Sunghoon understands. He hums in acknowledgement and the faint vibrations running through his chest bring solace to your aching heart.

You stand in silence for couple more minutes, relishing in the feeling of his hand stroking your hair and the gentle serie of kisses that he's laid upon your head. Before you even know, your sobs reduce to quiet sniffles and the hysteria that's overwhelmed your mind slowly fades away.

"You should've called me," he whispers after a moment. "I would've tried to help you. It breaks my heart to think that you've been dealing with all of this by yourself."

"I just didn't wanna burden you," you stumble out, pulling away to look at him. "You have enough problems on your mind already."

With a soft smile, Sunghoon lifts his hand up to wipe the tears away from your cheeks, peppering your face with kisses next. Your arms wrap around his middle and you just let him shower you with the affection you've been in a need for throughout the entire day.

After pressing the last kiss right to your tear-swollen lips, he pulls away so that your noses touch, rubbing them together to finally see the smile he adores so much.

"I want you to tell me every single thing that's bugging that precious mind of yours, alright? I'm your boyfriend after all." Noticing the uncertainty glimmering in your eyes, he kisses you again. "I really want to help you, baby. Let me take care of you. Please?"

Seeing the desperate pleading silently writing itself on his face, you finally nod your head and send him a sheepish smile. You push your face back into his chest again, not able to bare the raw emotion in his eyes as he looks down at you.

"Thank you, Hoon," you mumble, tightening your arms around him. "I love you so much."

"I love you even more," he says, finally feeling content for the first time this day. "Wanna go to bed now? It's getting kinda late. We can even watch this stupid cartoon you love so much."

"Haikyuu is not stupid and it's not a cartoon," you glare at him playfully. "Stop pretending like you're not watching every single episode more invested than me."

He huffs out a laugh, flicking your nose gently. "Alright, got me there."

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[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: Hellfire night is happening post spring break from hell, it's at the apartment of Steve & Eddie. Steve has an intense migraine & chronic pain flare ups. He can barely make it through the door. Eddie has to bring Steve but Steve is in pain and wants to stay close to Eddie. So they play dnd with Steve essentially curled up on the couch near Eddie.

MY DARLING!!!! STEVE SUFFERING TIME!!! I know I shouldn't make him suffer so much, but it's just that he's so easy to make suffer. But this one is so so soft, and so comforting. Steve is loved so much, it makes the hurt not so hurt-y. As a migraine sufferer myself, there are times when I genuinely consider just laying on the floor and hoping I pass out so I don't have to feel it anymore. I do base a lot of Steve's experiences off of my own (though mine is less head trauma and more genetics), but I hope other people can see themselves in it and get some comfort, too. I also used a new little cute term of endearment inspired by one of my favorite regular customers at my last job who called his wife of 64 years sweet love from the day they met, even when he was talking to other people about her. - Mickala ❤️

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If he’d gotten his shift covered at work today, he probably wouldn’t be in so much fucking pain.

But he needed the money, and when he first woke up, the pain wasn’t that bad. He’d had worse.

After hours of customers asking him to reach the top shelf, screaming babies and children not getting the ice cream or candy they wanted, and a few too many old men complaining about the prices of bread, Steve’s headache escalated from minor pain to unbearable, and had spread throughout his body.

He’d gotten somewhat used to the aches he sometimes woke up with, the throbbing pains in his joints when he spent too long on his feet or tried to do too much exercising. Some days were less tolerable than others, but today was the worst he’d had in a while.

Every breath stung, his lungs pushing against his ribs, his ribs pushing against his skin, his skin on fire.

And when he arrived at his apartment, he knew it was about to get worse.

He could hear Eddie, his booming voice painting a picture for all of Hellfire. He didn’t need to see him to know he was probably standing on his chair or, more dramatically, the table.

Any other time, Steve would be endeared, would walk in and say hi to everyone, give Eddie a kiss on the cheek before he made his way to the shower and then make snacks for the group.

Tonight, though, Steve didn’t even know if he could make it past the couch.

Or to it, for that matter.

Maybe he could just use the rug at the door as a pillow for the night. Everyone could step over him as they left, or maybe they could all just stay the night so he wouldn’t get woken up.

He was shaking with the effort to make it through the door, the key missing the lock the first couple of tries because his hands kept wobbling.

Eventually, he got inside.

He leaned back against the door, his body screaming at him to be horizontal instead of vertical. He let out a groan, which hurt more than he planned.

The dining room area got quiet.

“Stevie? That you?” Eddie’s voice sounded concerned, even without seeing his face to confirm.

He couldn’t answer. It hurt to even think about answering.

He let his eyes close, the pain in his head dulling for just a moment with the light from the living area being extinguished. It wasn’t even that bright, just one lamp in the corner and one on the table by the couch, but it still felt blinding when he opened his eyes again.

Eddie was standing in front of him now, hands reaching towards him but hesitating to actually touch.

“What’s hurting, sweet love?”

All Steve could do was let out a small whimper, and even that was more pain than it was worth.

“Everything?” Eddie whispered, getting closer, but still not touching. Steve could almost feel the heat coming off of Eddie’s constantly too-hot skin.

“Mm.”

“Alright, you wanna go to the couch?”

Yeah, he did, but he didn’t think he could make it. But as always, Eddie read his mind.

“I’ll carry you if it’s okay to lift you,” he suggested quietly.

“Mm.”

“Okay, assuming that’s a yes,” Eddie responded at the same volume as before, though Steve knew he was smirking, could hear the way his mouth was curled up at the corner, amused.

Before Steve could even try to form a response, Eddie’s arms were under his legs and back, lifting him up and cradling him against his front.

Pain shot through his entire body, but he bit his lip so he wouldn’t make a noise. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad about something outside of their control.

“‘S okay, angel. Let it out.”

He let out another whimper, louder than the last. He heard footsteps coming into the room and assumed everyone here for Hellfire had decided to check in.

He opened one eye, but immediately regretted it, inhaling sharply as he squeezed his eyes shut again.

“Can someone shut off the lamps?” Eddie asked as he managed to set Steve down slowly, gently on the couch.

Eddie’s fingers were barely brushing along his forehead, moving his hair away from his face with the lightest possible touch.

Steve felt a tiny bit of relief from laying down, though his head decided to start pulsing as it lay flat against the cushion.

“Lap?” Steve asked, forgetting for a moment what he’d walked home to: the weekly D&D campaign.

Eddie needed to be a DM for them, he couldn’t sit out here with Steve.

“Alright, everyone grab the stuff, we’re using the coffee table. I don’t need my notes or screen so leave it, and so help me, if I suspect any of you looked at them, I will kill you all in a trap,” Eddie said from the floor next to Steve.

Steve could hear light footsteps moving out of the room and then Eddie’s whispers in his ear.

“Gonna lift your head for just a minute while I sit. Want you to turn so your face is looking at me, it’ll block out the light when we turn them back on. I can rub your shoulders and back that way too.”

Steve couldn’t really nod, but he tilted his head up just a bit to show he was okay with it, though they both knew it would be painful.

Eddie was fast though, didn’t want him to suffer a single second longer than he absolutely had to.

Before Steve could process the zing of pain through his head and neck, he was already situated as comfortably as possible on Eddie’s lap, face turned into his stomach.

One of Eddie’s hands gently cupped the back of his head, holding him steady so he could completely relax.

He did, or as much as he really could with the level of pain he was at.

“You take anything?” Eddie asked as his other hand started slowly rubbing his shoulder, just a light pressure to ease him into more touch.

“Mhm.”

He’d taken something at lunch, and then again when he got off of work and didn’t think he’d be able to drive home without something in his system.

It seemed like it was actually kicking in now, though that could also be Eddie’s practiced attention to all the worst areas of pain.

The kids were slowly coming into the room, Steve could hear them setting things on the coffee table as quietly as possible, whispering amongst themselves.

It was suddenly extremely hot in the room, and Steve knew that was just part of the crash as the medicine kicked in further. Normally, he was alone or only with Eddie, and could strip and lay on cool sheets with a fan blowing on him, but he couldn’t with the kids here.

He knew if he asked, they would go. They were good kids, and they’d understand, and Eddie could reschedule for the next day since he was off.

But he didn’t want them to have to rearrange everything because of him, not when Eddie was so excited about a new character introduction for tonight.

“Alright guys, gonna have to keep it to a whisper,” Eddie said, the rise and fall of his stomach as he breathed lulling Steve into a calm state, though not quite sleeping.

Eddie continued to run the campaign, everyone being as quiet as possible, only Dustin having to be reminded once to keep his voice down when he got a bit overexcited about getting past the guards surrounding the water they had to dive in to get to some kind of map.

It was all very complicated to Steve, and he couldn’t keep on a good day.

Eddie’s hands rested on his body the entire time, slowly rubbing circles into any part they could reach, fingers running slowly through his hair.

Steve drifted at some point, and when he woke up, the room was pitch black and Eddie’s hands had stilled, resting on his arm and head.

Steve blinked up at him, moving his head only enough to squint up at Eddie’s face.

He was passed out, mouth wide open, head leaned back along the back of the couch.

He had no idea what time it was, or how long they’d been like this, but he wasn’t going to wake him up.

He noticed the pain in his head had dulled to just the occasional sharp pinch in his forehead and most of his joints seemed like he could move them without wanting to crumble to the ground.

He slowly rolled onto his back, but Eddie let out a loud snore and immediately opened his eyes when he felt the movement.

“You okay?” He rasped.

“Better,” Steve smiled up at him, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. “Thanks for taking care of me, baby.”

“Anytime, sweet love. You wanna move to the bed?”

“Can we take a bath first?”

Eddie looked over at the clock.

“It’s past midnight, are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just wanna relax in a bath with you for a bit.”

Eddie leaned down to kiss him.

Sometimes he did that; Just kissed him instead of using words to reply, showing him instead of telling him in the best way.

These kisses were different from his other kisses. They were softer, less hungry, loving in a way that Steve didn’t think words could even say.

“Let’s go relax in the bath, then.”

“Did the game go okay?” Steve asked as he slowly sat up.

“Yeah. Kids were worried about you.”

“I’m okay. You told them I’m okay, right?”

“I told them you’d be okay. They just love you,” Eddie said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head.

“I love them, too.”

“You’re kind of our north star, Stevie.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. We’re a bit lost without you. That’s why it’s hard to see you hurting like that. Not just for me, but for all of us.”

“I’m fine now.”

Eddie didn’t respond, left a kiss on his forehead, and started walking towards their bathroom.

“Come be fine in the bath with me!” He said over his shoulder.

Steve obliged. He’d be fine anywhere as long as Eddie was there to take care of him.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my Grandma I'm not going to have a specific conversation with her and just walking away?

So context, I (28) am currently between jobs because one of my ex-coworkers was the asshole who got me fired, and I haven't found anything new.

My mother (50) and I both live in my Grandma (80)'s house which is divided into an upstairs and a downstairs. Grandma lives in the downstairs. So do my mom and sister. I live alone in a two bedroom upstairs which belonged to my late aunt.

Right after my aunt died, I wanted to clean the apartment, organize, donate, toss, keep her stuff. To make sure everything gets where it'd ought best go, but my mother told me I had no right to go through my aunt's things alone and sort keepsake from takaway; if I was to do anything it was to be with her.

Well, three years of me trying to get my mom up here to sort through it with me because I want to respect her wishes, and my stuff accruing in a layer over top of my aunts stuff because I can't get rid of it, and the apartment is a lifetime and three years mess. My mom never made the time to do what she told me I wasn't allowed to do without her, me respecting these wishes which she probably doesn't even remember. I've been living up here too afraid of trespassing against my aunts memory to clean the cobwebs full of her red hair. Because my mother said, I had no right to do it.

And that cleaning anxiety is on top of executive dysfunction, depression, having too much shit, being a sprawler type adhd, and working a 40 h/week 'part-time' retail position. I didn't have it in me to clean by myself, and the mess kept getting worse and no one would substancially help me no matter how much I asked. Not my mom and not my sister (who gets a pass because she's got post-exertional malases from Long Covid).

Now fast foreward to two weeks ago. My mother final finds the motivation to clean the upstairs apartment because she's got a boyfriend now, and they wanna have sex upstairs where my grandma can't hear it. They didn't ask me if it was okay or anything: just decided that my space is now OUR space because it's convinent to her. I don't really care, and I'm annoyed, but finally someone to clean the fucking apartment with. She said, two weeks ago that he'd be coming around in about four months time. We spent the day getting a lot of cleaning done. Not anywhere near all of it, but a lot. And I've finally gotten what I see as permission to start sortitioning my aunts things. I'm pacing myself cleaning on that four month timetable.

And then today she bursts into the apartment to announce that BF will be here in a week, and she starts hauling major ass with my late aunt's heavy as shit sewing supplies. For my part, I vent the new timeline to my friends and then get to work cleaning my bedroom so I can move the stuff I have sprawled over the living room into my bedroom. Because my bedroom being messy is what's getting in my way the most.

When she's done hauling boxes, she goes to start cleaning the bathroom, and because she's in too much of a hurry on this new self-imposed and sprung upon me timeline, she hurts herself cleaning the toilet. Spasms her wrist, locks up her back. I help her downstairs but she's obviously done for the day, probably done for the week even. I get back to light cleaning with breaks, pacing myself to the new timeline I have to deal with. And I get a call from my grandma.

G: "Hey anon can you come down here." A: "I'll be down in a minute." I pull on pants and a shirt and head down.

And here we get to the key events all that context was building toward.

G: "What happened with your mom." A: "She hurt herself cleaning." G: "I know that, I mean why was she cleaning your apartment. You're an adult who's lived here for three years, and she's the only one working, and now she can't move. Why's the apartment you live in such a state that she needs to clean it for you."

Now, I know my grandma. A mule would be jealous of her stubborn demeanor. She's on an oxygen machine 24 hours a day and she still smokes two packs a week. You can't change her mind once she's made it up.

So I'm doing calculations in my head while she's laying into me, and I conclude she's made her mind up: She thinks I'm 100% in the wrong and nothing that came out my mouth would convince her that my mom is just as much an adult as I am who is responsible for her own decisions that got her to overworking when cleaning and hurting herself in the process, and also several inter-related key factors in why so much cleaning needs to be done on an 'oh fuck, immediately' timescale.

Doing the math makes me a bit angry, and I don't like the type of person I get to acting like when I'm angry, especially because anything I say will just make her more upset, so I say, "Grandma, I'm not going to have this conversation with you."

And I walk away. I leave while she yells at me to come back and let myself be yelled at. I'm angry, so I mindfully do not to slam her door on my way out and go back up stairs

After some scrumbling and a bit more light cleaning with breaks to pace myself, best I can, to this newly imposed and unreasonable timetable, my room is 90% clean and ready for me to put my stuff in it. And now that I'm not as angry anymore, I started to feel guilty that I didn't even try to explain anything to her. I just decided she'd made up her mind and made up mine to walk away without even trying. So, I typed this up to ask:

AITA for refusing to engage her in that conversation and just walking away?

What are these acronyms?

[cherib3lla]

a/n helloooo guys this is part 2 from my last fic!! the end is lowkey rushed so im sorry, i’ve been procrastinating this for like a week but here it is!!

A week had passed since I last saw or heard from Chris. I've tried texting him, multiple times. I was left on read. Multiple. Times. Matt and I have briefly texted, and he gave me updates on Chris and how he's doing.

Matt says he seems fine but very distant. Which I find concerning considering he walked in on his brother giving his girlfriend head.

The last time I texted Matt I was left on delivered. I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to calm down by taking a nice long shower, I did my skincare, and of course, I lit a candle. My flat screen tv lit up as I picked up the remote. Pressing resume on Outer Banks.

Not even 15 minutes into the episode, my phone dinged. I picked it up quite rapidly, noticing the familiar name and contact photo.

Chris<3: Come over. We need to talk.

Me: Oh, so now you wanna text me back?

Chris<3: I'll explain everything, just come over, please.

Me: Fine. I'll be over in 20.

Chris<3: Matt is gonna come pick you up.

Me: Wait what? I'm perfectly capable of driving myself.

Chris<3: I know you are. Matt is already on his way so get ready.

Me: Whatever.

Chris<3: Drop the attitude.

My heart felt like it could practically jump out of my chest. One, why the fuck is Matt coming to pick me up? Two, why did Chris want to talk at one in the morning? I mean it is better than being left on delivered.

Getting out of bed, I slip off my robe and put on a blue shirt with a pair of gray sweatpants. My phone dings signifying someone texted me.

Matt: I'm outside.

Me: I’m coming.

Grabbing my keys along with my phone I walk out the door and see Matt standing against the passenger seat door. He nods his head in a come here motion “Get in sweetheart,”

He opens the door for me while I awkwardly walk over. He sent me a tight lipped smile. Not even bothering to give him one back I lift my hand and give him a slight wave.

Once I sit down in the car I start to mentally prepare myself for this interaction. I haven't talked to nor seen Chris since it happened. I look up to see Matt walking around the car, getting into the driver's side. He starts the car, putting on his seatbelt.

He gestures to the heat and the air knobs. “Do you want me to change it?” I shake my head, “No thank you.” he nods his head as he starts driving farther and farther away from my apartment.

“So, how have you been?” I hear him say nonchalantly. Not even wanting to look up from the endless Instagram posts on my phone I say, “Like you even care”

I hear him suck in a raspy breath, I turn towards him to see his reaction. Jaw clenched, hair messy, and a slight smirk on his face. “I do care,” he says nonchalantly. “Yeah, sure, says the one who left me on delivered for three days.”

Before he can respond, we pull up to the their house. Before I can even reach my hand out and grip the handle on the door, Matt locks it. Rolling my eyes once again, I whip my head around, “What are you doing?” I ask with aggression laced in my tone. “I need to talk to you before we get in there without you being a brat,”

“What?” I say with no patience. I really don't care for what he has to say. “Look-”

He gets cut off by Chris knocking at my window. It startled me but I'm happy to see him after a week. He goes reaching for the door handle, not knowing it's locked. When he tries to pull open the door he realizes it's locked. Looking at Matt and scowls at him. “Unlock the fucking door, Matt.” He's muffled by the glass but we understood what he said.

Matt’s eyes drift back to mine, searching for reassurance. I nod my head lightly, gathering my phone and keys in my hand, ready to step out of the car. Matt unlocks the door allowing Chris to swing open my door.

He reaches his hand out, I glance down at his hand and back up at his face. I hesitantly take his hand, whispering a quick thank you. Walking into their house, them following behind me.

I go straight to the catch only to look up confused when I see them both standing, not sitting down. Confused, I gesture to the couch silently asking if they're going to sit down, they both shook their heads no. Pulling a tight lip smile I nod my head awkwardly.

“Chris, I just wanted to start by saying that I'm really really fucking sorry, there's no excuse-” he cuts me off with a laugh that echoes throughout the living room. “Baby, I'm not mad at you,” wait…what? I did a double take making sure I was hearing him right.

“You're not mad either?” I say looking at Matt, only to be met with a soft laugh and a “No sweetheart I'm not.” I'm so confused. If neither of them are mad then why did Chris want me to come over? Why did he leave me on read for a week?

“Wait I'm confused if neither of you was mad, then why did you both ignore me for days?” the words come out of my mouth quickly, I'm not even sure if they registered what I said. “Well, we talked about…the situation and we came up with a proposition.”

“Ooo big words,” Matt mumbles faintly under his breath. I shake my head, still as confused as ever. “So, what is this proposition?” I say in-the-air quotes. They both take a step forward, toward me, sitting down on the couch. “Well um-we-,” Chris stutters until Matt cuts him off. “We wanted to know if you wanted..both of us for a night,” the words could hardly leave his mouth before my eyes bulged out of my head.

“Just to experiment,” I hear Chris say as I turn my head towards him. I didn't know what to think. I mean it sounds amazing but won't this ruin my relationship with the both of them? “But, what If it ruins our relationship?” I ask hurriedly, making a mental pros and cons list. What if they hate me after or, each other?

“It won't, it's just to see what it would be like. Think of it as a free trial type thing,” Matt says as he grabs a hold of my hand, pressing a kiss to the exposed part. “If you're uncomfortable we don't have to do this,” Chris lets out.

“It's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I'm scared,” letting out a strangled breath. “There's nothing to be scared of sweetheart, we’ll take good care of you.” I can practically hear the smirk in Matt's voice. Chris slowly makes his way to one side of my neck, as Matt makes his way to the other. “Fu-fuck, what abo-about Nick..?” I say in between staggered breaths.

“He at a concert, with Madison,” Matt says groaning against the skin of my neck. “He won't be back for a few hours,” Chris mumbles before harshly biting down on my neck. Matt detaches his mouth from my neck, pulling me up from the couch, “Come on baby,” he holds me by my waist as we walk to Matt's room.

“Lay down on the bed sweet girl” Doing as he says I start to feel nervous, I've never had a threesome, hell I've had hardly any experience at all. Chris sits up against the headboard while Matt starts to make his way towards me from his position in front of the bed. Gripping onto my gray sweatpants, Matt looks up at me, asking for permission.

With my approval, he yanks them off only to be met with my soaking wet core. “No panties, dirty dirty girl,” Chris says with sarcasm in his voice. Maneuvering his way behind me, Chris’ chest to my back, he takes my shirt off also to be met with my bare chest. They both let out quite gasps. “Spread your legs for me darling,”

He starts kissing all over my thighs, skipping where I need him most. Chris starts playing with nipples, pulling and kneading them in the palm of his hand. “Ple-please, Matt,” staring down at him

getting closer and closer to my dripping wet center. “Please what baby? Use your words f’me,”

“I…I need you Matt, s-so bad,” breathing heavily at the sight in front of me. Matt starts placing delicate kisses on my folds. Finally, after what felt like hours he directly attaches his mouth to my clit, sucking and leaving soft kitten licks. Tightly holding onto Chris’ wrist, trying to ground myself.

“Hmm, you like having Matts' mouth being on your ma, does he make you feel good?” still caressing my boobs and now moving lower to my sides. “S-so, f-f-fuck, good,” stuttering like a madman trying to keep my composure. The feeling of Chris holding my hips down and Matt continually circling his tongue around my entrance.

Positioning two fingers at my entrance, Matt harshly thrusts them into my pussy, his tongue returning to my throbbing clit. “Matt, s-shit, faster, pl-please,”

Matt continues to slam his fingers into me, deeper than mine have ever reached. He keeps sucking on clit, I start to feel the knot tightening in my stomach. “You ready to cum baby,” Chris asks from behind me, sucking on my neck and pulling on my nipples. “Mhm, shit, so..so close Matt, pl-pl-please keep going,”

Increases the speed of his fingers, he detaches his mouth from my clit, replacing it with his fingers, rubbing in harsh, fast, circles. “You ready to cum, sweet girl?”

“Yes! Fuck- please, cu-cumming, I'm cumming!” the words fly out of my mouth at a frantic pace. Slowing down his fingers, helping me down from my high. “You did so good for us,” Chris says from behind me. Also, detaching his mouth from my neck, but continuing soothing his hands down my sides.

“Think you can handle one more ma..?” he says with a hint of excitement in his tone. Nodding my head as Chris got up from behind me. “You okay sweetheart?” Matt says, empathy laced in his tone. Letting out a quiet, mhm. “Use your words,” he says sternly. “Ye-yes I'm fine Matt,”

“One more sweetie. Okay,” nodding my head, Chris grabs a hold of my waist, flipping me onto my side. Matt maneuvers himself off the bed, he and Chris stripping from their clothes. I'm still lying on my side as Chris lies behind me. Matt slid himself back on the bed in front of my face, his cock inches away from my mouth.

He looks down at me with a smirk on his face. I feel Chris’ dick slide through my folds, positioning it at my entrance. “Fuck, you're so tight, baby,” sliding his dick slowly into me. My jaw drops, as my eyes close in pleasure. Matt takes that as an invitation to shove his cock down my throat. “Fuckkkk, so good sweetie,”

Chris starts thrusting into me, and at the same time, Matt starts to fuck my throat. Chris grabs my thigh lifting it with his hand so he can hit deeper inside of me. Matt starts to fuck my throat faster. I reach my hand up, massaging his balls in the palm of my hand.

“You take our cocks so well,” I hear Chris say behind me as he thrusts into me faster causing me to lunge forward on Matts cock. “Good. Fucking. Girl.” He matches up his words with his thrusts. Taking my unoccupied hand, reaching down, and starting to toy with my clit.

Chris smacks my hand away, replacing my fingers with his own. My eyes roll back in pleasure as he starts rubbing fast circles. I feel Matt stop thrusting into my throat. Looking up at him with glazed eyes, “Finish the job, sweetheart,” bobbing my head up and down, wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking. Hard. Trying to get him to finish as quickly as possible.

Clenching around Chris’ dick, he inhales sharply. “Do that again, fuck, just like that ma.” I start to feel the familiar knot in my stomach. “Fuck, keep sucking my dick, just like that sweetie, f-fuck yes,” Matt's moans increase.

“Shit- baby, I'm g-gonna cum,” he whimpers pathetically. Fucking his cock to the back of my throat again. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum down this pretty little throat of yours- shit!” moans and whimpers leave his mouth as he cums down my throat. Swallowing every last drop.

Chris’ thrust proceeded to get faster, his fingers never leaving my clit, still toying with it. “Fuck! Ch-chris I'm go-gonna cum!”

“Go ahead ma, cum all over my cock,” with his permission, I cream all over his dick. Leaving a white ring around the base of it. Not long after he cums in me. “Baby, fuck, I'm cumming,”

All of us were on Matts' bed, out of breath, sweating, and the smell of dirty acts in the air. Chris gets up first, getting me a wet towel to help me clean up. Matt stays in the bed with me, brushing my hair out of my face.

“How was that?” he whispers in my ear. “It was amazing Matt,” I whisper in a hushed tone, yawning, exhausted from the activities that just took place. Chris comes back with the towel in his hand, cleaning me up. Matt gets off the bed, grabbing a shirt from his closet.

After everyone gets dressed we all make our way back into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, awkward silence surrounds the room. “So, how do we feel,” Chris says after a beat of silence passes through the room.

“Great,” me and Matt answer at the same time, laughing surrounding the room. “Would you guys want to do it again?” I ask hesitantly.

“I thought you’d never a-” Chris gets cut off by the sound of the front door opening.

Nick walks in, pausing at the scene in front of him.

“What happened here?” he asks while gesturing to the three of us.

“Nothing!” we all say in unison. Nick rolls his eyes as he walks away, “Whatever I'm going to bed. Goodnight good people!”

a/n ~ this is ass because i was rushing, thank you for reading!! mwah 🌀

tags ~

@spininnsturn

@lovesodakid

@m0r94n

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

congratulations on your new milestone! you said you’d love more javi so here i am lol how about javier + best friend’s brother/brother’s best friend (whichever inspires you more) + "you look so pretty like this." 🫶🏾

2 Murphy's and a Peña.

y. Brothers best friend + 18. "You look so pretty like this."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. anon - i know you sent me another request that said to discard the brother's best friend bit because i've already done it, but i had to do it again for javi!! i'll admit, i did bump this request to the top of the pile. what can i say, i was feeling inspired by mr peña , as per usual. thanks for being the sweetest!!

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 1081

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Javier swings open his front door, eager to find out who's attempting to punch their way into his neighbours apartment.

"Cariño, if he hasn't answered by now, I'm guessing he isn't home."

You spin on your heel, relieved to be met with the sight of Javier Peña leaning against his doorframe, whiskey in hand.

"Him and Connie rarely go out. I assumed they'd be in," you shrug.

Javi takes a moment to look you up and down. You're wearing a tight dress that hugs your curves just right, and doesn't leave much to the imagination. The colour compliments your skin tone beautifully, and Javi has to remind himself that you are his partners sister. Strictly off limits. It doesn't stop him from staring, though.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you wink.

"I'll hang it in my apartment if you like, right above the fireplace," he teases.

You both laugh, the sound echoing down the hallway.

"What do you need, hermosa? Where are you going dressed like that?"

"Dressed like what?"

"All pretty."

You try not to blush at his compliment. He's so smooth, so easy with it, you understand why all of his informants are so willing to sleep with him.

"I'm not going out, I'm coming back. I had a date, and now I've locked myself out of my apartment. I was hoping to crash at Steve's, but I guess that option has gone out the window," you sigh, leaning back against the door.

"Well, come in while you wait for him to get back. You can tell me more about this date of yours."

He steps aside, gesturing at you to enter his apartment. It's not the first time you've been inside, but usually you're with Steve. It feels different now it's just the two of you.

"You don't wanna hear about the date, I promise you. It was fuckin' awful. God, guys suck. It's my own fault, really."

He pours you a drink as he listens, moving to sit next to you on the couch.

"What's your fault, huh?"

"I just needed to get laid, so I put too much faith in him. He did not deliver."

It's now that Javier realises you've probably had a drink or two. You're never usually this open, this brazen with him. He'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little.

"That bad?" he asks, voice an octave deeper than before.

"Worse than you can imagine. I was dry as the goddamn desert. What's the complete opposite of turned on?"

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. It makes you smile, the corners of your mouth turning up.

"It was like he was a teenager," you continue. "He kept grabbing at me. And not in a sexy way. In a clumsy, I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing kind of way."

Javi keeps chuckling, whiskey loosening him up more than usual.

"What the fuck are you laughing at, Javier?" you giggle.

"I just - " he takes a breath to try and stifle his amusement. "You need a real man, cariño. Not one of these stupid little boys. You need a guy who knows what he's doing."

"Yeah?" you tease. "And where am I supposed to find someone like that?"

"He's probably closer than you think," he murmurs.

Javier has, in fact, gotten closer. He's slowly shuffled along the couch so your legs are pressed together. You can feel his breath tickle your cheek everytime he exhales.

"You need a man who puts you first," he mutters, his nose brushing yours. "You gonna let me put you first, honey?"

His tone is low and slow, like golden honey. The timbre of it is shooting straight to your core, lust clouding your judgment.

"We can't," you whisper. "What if my brother finds out?"

"I won't tell if you won't."

Decision made. You lean in, closing the tiny space between you and pressing your lips to his. Javier kisses you greedily, trying to consume you, swallow you whole.

You hitch a leg over so you're straddling him, sitting comfortably in his lap. His hands go straight to your hips, grabbing so hard you know he'll leave fingerprints. You're moaning into his mouth, tangling your fingers through his hair to pull him closer.

Javi tugs your dress up around your waist, kneading your ass with his strong hands. You start to rock your hips slowly, reveling in the way his zipper catches your clit occasionally.

"Come here," he whispers, moving you to sit on one of his thighs. The rough denim of his jeans is a welcome contrast to the soaking material of your underwear, pleasure coursing through you instantly.

You fist your hands into the front of his shirt, using him as leverage. Javi starts to bump his leg up and down as you rock your hips back and forth, both sensations making you whine.

"You look so pretty like this," he groans. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

It's like his verbal filter is gone, filth spewing from his mouth in a constant stream.

"That's right baby, use me. Take what you need."

"Told you you needed a real man. I'm not even touching you and look how close you are already."

"You like that, hermosa? You like riding me like this? Fuck, I can't wait to show you what you've been missing all this time, messing around with those stupid boys."

"You're almost there, honey, I can feel it. Just a little more. That's it, atta girl. Just a little more."

His dulcet voice is driving you closer and closer to the edge, your hips moving faster on their own accord.

"Javi," you whine. "So good. So so good."

"Come for me, hermosa. Show me how pretty you look when you come. Good girl. Give it to me."

Your climax hits you like an ocean wave, crashing over your entire body. It's white hot and blinding, muscles tensing and hips stuttering.

You're spent, head falling forward to lean on Javi's shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, tracing patterns on your back soothingly.

"You did good, sweetheart."

"So did you," you chuckle sleepily.

"How about you have a nap, and then I'll show you what else I'm good at?" he asks, teasing lacing his tone.

"Sounds perfect," you whisper, settling down into his lap, face nuzzling into his chest.

Javi doesn't tell you when he hears Steve get home. You look pretty comfortable where you are.