#also the way he does every move he looks so effortlessly cool

[hyunpic]

hyunjin on bubble: taeyang sunbaenim… is just the sun itself. he was someone i respected even when i didn’t know kpop at all… it was such an honor 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#hyunjin #lee felix #skz #🧼 #tiktok #taeyang #oh my gaahhhhh hyunjin’s fit is everything to me #also the way he does every move he looks so effortlessly cool #im gonna be watching this the whole day i think #im already forming a personality type around the move he does in 0:16

[afroditisworld]

Brooklyn baby

Late Eycte! Alex Turner x Singer!Reader

Warnings: smut, smoking, stoned sex? spanking, oral (female received), smut without plot, soft dom Alex, tits play and use of pet names (doll, luv, princess) if you are not into that please don't read it :))

word count: 3k

You and Lana were best friends. You were like sisters from different mothers. You grew up with each other, and it didn't turn out to be a surprise when you both decided to follow the same career. Both of you were talented women in the music business. You both followed each other every step of the way. You normally planned your tours together and attended each other's shows with every change. It was a mutual relationship based on support and admiration for one another's talents and successes.

So when she met Miles Kane and Alex Turner, she also introduced them to you, and you instantly matched each other's energies. But, oh, you and Alex, you had an electric connection with your first conversation. You felt an indescribable spark every time you talked to him. Alex had his way of making you smile. His witty humour and charming personality captivated you from the start. With every word he spoke, you found yourself drawn closer to him and as time went on, your bond only grew stronger.

You and Alex were at your home studio, trying to get the perfect sound for one of your songs. It was one of those terrible days when you'd prefer to listen to one of your vinyl records than try to come up with new ideas. You were attempting to play a song on your keyboard, but nothing seemed to come together. You sighed as you turned to see Alex, who was lying on the floor with his back to the wall, doing the same thing with his electric guitar.

"I'm going to play a record," you said, hoping it would bring some inspiration, and you walked towards the record player. "Do you mind?" you continued.

"No, maybe I can strum a few chords while you listen and find something new," he replied mindlessly.

You laughed at your current state as you picked a random record from the collection and gently placed it on the turntable. As the familiar crackle of the vinyl filled the room, you watched as his fingers effortlessly moved across the strings of his guitar, creating a melody that seemed to be perfectly in harmony with the song that was playing in the background.

"Oh, I love this song," you whispered, and you started mumbling the song lyrics under your breath. "I didn't know that you liked Lou Reed," he commented, listening to your soft humming with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, his music has always clicked with me," you replied, your voice barely audible over the music. "I've been listening to his songs for years; Lana teases me for that; she had written a song about it," you said with a smile.

When the record ended, the room was filled with silence. "Does it bother you?" Alex's voice brought you back to reality, showing you his lighter that was ready to light up his joint. You just shook your head in response.

You both had given up on finding some tunes for your song. Instead, you approached him and sat next to him. You were lying on the floor, your heads facing the ceiling, in silence. Then suddenly Alex placed the joint in your mouth, giving you a puff, and as the smoke filled your lungs, you closed your eyes. At that moment, a calming sense washed over you, as if the worries and stress of the outside world had been temporarily suspended and time stood still. With each exhale, the weight on your shoulders seemed to lighten, allowing you to fully embrace the tranquillity of the moment. Alex's fingers were still on your lips, and you could feel the warmth of their touch spreading through your body. Slowly, you felt your mind drift away. Your body grew more and more hotter, yet the cool air in the atmosphere made you shiver. Alex forced you to look at him and his unexpected action made you freeze. You just stared at his beautiful eyes and waited for him to say anything.

“Fuck” he sighed with a smirk “You got some soft lips there” he continued your heart racing as you tried to process his unexpected compliment. You couldn't help but blush, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. “I'm always catching myself thinking if you could put them in good work for me,” he said and you were so surprised that you only blinked you could barely find words to respond.

“Oh, don't act so surprised luv, I know that you wanted too, I can say from the way you look at me” he added again. It wasn't that you didn't want to but you really didn't know how to react. You never believed that Alex could be so forward.

"Come here," he said, lifting himself up. You move closer to him without thinking, never breaking eye contact, and as you get closer to him you fall to your knees. Everything seemed to start dragging on a bit slower as the high settled into your mind and every touch made you shiver. "Oh, no, it's not about me tonight," he said, helping you stand up. You looked at him confused, and he kissed you passionately on your lips, catching you off guard. The intensity of the moment left you breathless, and you couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this sudden display of affection. As he pulled away, a mischievous smile played on his lips, and he whispered, "Tonight, it's all about you."

When the words left his mouth, he kissed you again, lifting you up and placing you on the nearest table. His hands roamed gently over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you that you had never felt before. "Alex," a soft moan left your mouth. As his hands travelled all over your body. "What is it, doll? Tell me what you need," he asked. "I- I need…y-you" you moaned, so ashamed that you couldn't even look him in the face. You could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter with every minute passing. God, this weed was doing too much to you. "No need to tell it twice," he said, placing his hand on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. The combination of his touch and the effects of the weed heightened your desire, leaving you craving more. A cry left your mouth as you kissed him back, and he bit your lip, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to surge through your body. The room seemed to spin as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating mix. It was a moment of pure surrender, where nothing else mattered but the raw desire between you. You wrapped your leg around him as you quickly deepened the kiss. You gasped into Alex's mouth as you felt his hands touch up and down your back.

Without even realising it, your top and your bra were lying scattered in the studio while Alex's mouth took one of your nipples between his teeth and pulled hard, gazing up at you as you cried out of pleasure and pain. Your back was arching from the pleasure his mouth was giving you, and all this attention in your sweet spot was making you soak through the fabric of your undies. His hands were hugging your boobs perfectly as he was teasing you, alternating between gentle caresses and rough squeezes. The combination of his skilled mouth and expert touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fiery desire within you. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, losing yourself to Alex, which left you breathless and yearning for more.

"Al, p-please. You're teasing me so much." You pleaded with a desperate voice, your words laced with a mixture of need and anticipation. Alex's eyes met yours, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own desires and with a wet pop, he let go of your breasts. The waiting was maddening, every nerve in your body on edge as you watched him slowly remove his hand from your breast and lower it between your legs. He smirked, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your inner thigh, inching closer to where you craved his touch the most. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the fabric, sending a shock of electricity through your body. He lowered himself, and his hot breath was hitting your clothed pussy sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Tell me what you need and I will give it to you," he whispered seductively. You could hardly find the words to respond, but the ache in your core fueled your determination.

"I need your touch," you managed to utter, your voice trembling with tension. With that, he lifted your skirt and slid his fingers beneath your panties granting you the pleasure you craved, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

"You're so wet for me," Alex said, thrusting two fingers into you. As your hands grabbed his hair, his thumb slid to circle your clit, fingers now steadily pumping into you. Your spine arched and your legs sought to close as he curled his fingers in the perfect position. He looked up at you, disappointingly shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart come on, I know you can do better than that," he said wanting to continue pushing you to your limits.

“Close your feet again and I'm going to stop,” he said, with a serious expression on his face.

With his jawline sharp, he placed his hands on your back as he pushed you to the edge of the table. You could feel the pressure building in your muscles and the passion surging through your veins. He helped you take your panties off, and he lowered himself between your legs.

You gasped and rolled your eyes back as his tongue touched your clit. His hands gripped your thighs and held them open for him, so tightly that you swear it'll leave a mark on your skin. As he continued to lick and suck your pussy, his tongue touched you in all the right spots. With your hands pulling the back of his head, you pushed your hips into his mouth as he thrust the tip of his tongue into you. Alex groaned against you, and the pleasure reached all the way to your core.

He rubbed his thumb on your clit again, making you see stars. Your body trembled in pleasure as you cried out his name. He was looking at you and, he couldn't help but enjoy having such power over you.

“A-Alex, please” you whispered.

“Please what doll?” he asked teasing you.

“Ple-please, don't stop” You paused not being able to utter a phrase with his face between your legs.

“I'm gonna cum Al- please, d-don't stop” you continued as one of your hands gripped the table tightly.

Alex moaned as your orgasm landed on his tongue, the sweet taste lingering in his mouth as he sucked the juices. The heat of the moment overwhelmed both of you, leaving you breathless and craving for more. He pulled away, gently placing your shaking legs down. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that this was only the beginning. You felt your juice running out of your thighs, and your mind was all over.

You only came back to reality when he helped you turn around and bent you over the table, ready to take you from behind. When your breasts touched the cold furniture, you gasped at the sensation.

“We are not done, luv,” he said with a playful grin. You weren't able to respond but you needed him, you wanted to feel him inside you, all the anticipation that your previous action gave you and the high feeling of the joint that you two smoked made you even more hornier, longing for his touch. Eager to feel him again you pushed your hips against him, causing friction as his bone teased your entrance, he then backed up and let a spank fall in your ass. It was so unfair, he was fully dressed when you were wearing nothing but a skirt that was barely covering anything because he turned it up.

The painful sense sent a rush of pleasure through your body, and a cry left your lips. You closed your legs, trying to get some relief. But again, that gave you another spank.

“Please” you begged again, hoping for mercy. And then the sound of Alex unzipping his pants was like harmony in your ears.

“Someone is getting needy” he whispered and when he pushed his member inside of you, burying himself fully, you both moaned.

“Ugh- Al” you moaned as waves of euphoria washed over you. Your legs started shaking and you couldn't bear your own weight anymore. You were a mess. Your moans, his heavy breaths and the sound of your bare skin slapping together filled the room. You could feel his dick hitting against your tight walls with each hard thrust, it was like he was doing it on purpose. You tried to make him slow down by pushing him by his chest but your attempt failed as he grabbed your hands and placed them behind your back.

“You wanted me to stop, luv,” he asked, mocking you. “N-No, just- just please…slow down” you cried out and bit your lips trying to hold yourself quiet. Another orgasm built up quickly inside of you, you were so sensitive and overwhelmed with pleasure that you could barely breathe.

“What? Are you going to cum already” he said and spanked you again harder than before, making you whine even louder. You couldn't even respond to him you just nodded and murmured.

“Use your words, babe, like a good girl you are” he groaned. He was getting closer too, your walls were tightening around him and made it very difficult for him to move and not to cum right there.

“Yes. Please yes,” you screamed, and then you placed your hands where you need them the most and started playing with your clit. The pleasure intensified as you felt the waves of orgasm building within you.

But Alex still catch your action. “Such a dirty girl trying so hard to cum on my cock” he said.

He knew he had some power over you and he wouldn't stop until he had made you completely submit to his desires. You couldn't think of anything else but how close you were to your relief. Your body started to shake as the pleasure rushed all over your body. Your mind went blank and you gave yourself to him completely.

You were high, your body aching as you let go once more. Alex moan as your juices covered his cock. Your orgasm seemed to last forever. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, Alex continued to fuck you while you came and you couldn't do anything else but moaned in pleasure.

“ I- please cum inside me, I'm on the pill" you panted. And this was all Alex needed as he filled you up.

When he pulled himself out the mix of his warm release and your juice started running out of you in a sticky mess, you nearly sobbed, as he left you feeling exposed and empty.

“You did so good Y/N," he said helping you to stand up and face him, his eyes were filled with admiration and pride.

“I can't feel my feet,” you said with a shaky voice.

“Come on, princess,” he said as he lifted you in his arms. "How does a bath sound ?" he asked as he carried you towards the bathroom.

well, my boyfriend's in a band he plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fic #alex turner smut #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanfiction #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n

[fluffansmut-old]

Hi could you do a Eddie x reader fic where they couldn’t wait till they got home from hellfire. Like they decided they needed each other right now. And they fuck in the school bathroom. Also the hellfire boys walk by and hear it? I hope this makes sense. I also really bad for them😭

Summary: Thing get heated before hellfire one night

A/N:Thanks for this amazing request, I loved writing this honestly, just hope it’s not too graphic though.

Content warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, penetrative sex, hand jobs (ish), praise kink, very slight voyeurism (they get walked in on)

Word count: 1704

AO3 | masterlist

Hellfire fuck

He honked the horn twice and you knew that he was outside.

He smiled widely when he saw you, the way you dressed today was one of his favourites, you had a hellfire club shirt on even though you never really played and then you had this red little skaterskirt, paired with your burgundy doc martens, as usual.

“Hello gorgeous” he said as you got into his van.

“Hi babe” you responded as you pressed your lips to his.

His hand almost immediately found its way to your thigh as soon as he had put the car into drive. He inched the fabric up little by little until his little finger rested against your lace-clothed cunt. He didn’t do anything, he simply just kept his hand there and it alone was causing both heat and wetness to pool between your thighs.

He drew little shapes with his pointer finger on your inner thigh, watching your expression ever so often to see the reaction you had to his actions.

He said nothing nor did you, but you both knew, because frankly when he parked outside of Hawkins high, the little finger he had resting against your core, was positively wet. Eddie smirked to himself and flicked his pinky up once, brushing against your clit. You choked on a moan and then he removed his hand completely.

“Ready to go set up?” Eddie asked casually, as he removed his own seatbelt.

“You can be so cruel, do you know that?” You said as you pressed the seat belt button.

“I dunno, tell me what I’ve done sweetheart?” He said, smirking widely because he knew damn well what he did.

“Oh you know”

Inside the drama room Eddie got to work in a heist, bringing out chairs for everyone, setting the mood with lights and he even popped a tape of mood music in the record player, to be able to just press play as the rest of hellfire walked in.

When all of that was done the only thing that was left was setting up his dungeon master screen.

During all of this you couldn’t take your mind of how glorious he looked whilst he worked. The way his muscles so effortlessly flexed under his shirt as he moved tables and carried chairs. His skilled fingers, that fiddled around with figures and dice, and the way his face scrunched up in concentration over it all.

Let’s just say he didn’t make the heat between your legs cool down, rather the opposite. So when he sat on his throne you couldn’t stop yourself anymore.

You straddle Eddie on the throne when he was in the middle of setting everything up.

“Well hello there baby” he said surprisingly as he opened a folder of notes.

“Hi” you said innocently as you rubbed your hips softly against Eddie, your pantie-covered clit brushed against the rapidly forming bulge beneath you.

“Can I help you with something sweetheart?” He asked, placing a hand on your hip, guiding you down against him again.

“Does it seem like you can?” You said, not wanting to have to say it.

His ringed hand came up and he brushed his fingers lightly up your neck, sending exciting shivers down your spine, before he grabbed your chin, making you look him in the eyes.

“Now baby, if you want something from me, then you tell me” he said, looking into your eyes. “ what do you want sweetheart?”

The way he spoke made your heart pound harder with lust for him.

“I want you.” You said, grinding down on him again. “I want you so bad.”

“Is that so?” Eddie said, mockingly surprised. “In what ways, baby?”

“Every, any” you answered within seconds. “Up to you really”

“Wow, you really seem desperate huh?” He said as he slid a hand up under your skirt.

“Uhu” you moaned as you felt his hand trace your folds.

“Oh baby you really are desperate.” He said, removing his now wet finger for you, holding it up for the two of you to see.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, seeing the evidence of your desperateness.

“Open your mouth for me baby” he softly demanded, and you complied immediately, putting your tongue out for good measure, “oh, good girl”

The praise made you feel electric and you let out a low moan as Eddie trailed the wet finger all over your tongue.

“Suck sweetheart” he said and you did. “Well I guess we’ll have to find time in the schedule to relieve someone as desperate as you.”

“How long do we have until the others show up?” You asked, leaning down to leave a trail of hickies on the exposed skin of his neck.

“Absolute max, about 20 minutes.” Eddie said.

“C’mon then” you said and got off his lap, grabbing his hand pulling him out of the room, heading towards the bathroom across the hall.

Inside the stall Eddie didn’t wait until he pushed you against the wall, his lips traveling from your neck down as close to your breasts as your shirt would allow.

You pulled the shirt up from where it was tucked into your skirt and tore it off, hanging it over the stall door as Eddie’s face disappeared into your chest, leaving dripping hot kisses to the newly exposed skin.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty baby” you heard Eddie moan into your chest, and you dug your fingers into the dark messy locks and pulled him up,

moaning into his mouth as his tongue met yours.

Eddie pulled your bra down exposing your tits and flicked over one of the nipples,with his fingers as he continued to kiss you deeply.

You took one of the hands that you had in his hair and trailed it down his body, until you came to his belt buckle.

It wasn’t easy without seeing it but after some fiddling you unbuckled it and stuck your hand down his pants, rubbing your hand along his already almost painfully hard cock. You felt it twitch as you touched it and Eddie moaned into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, as he took both his hands up under your skirt, finding the edge your panties, pulling them down to your mid thigh. His fingers started to rub circles on your clit almost instantly. “How do you want me?”

You thought for a second then decided.

“From behind, please Eddie” you pleaded.

He kissed your forehead.

“Of course baby, always so good for me.” He said, “turn around for me sweetheart”

You did as he asked and before you knew it you were pressed with your back against Eddies front, the back of your skirt flipped up, him easing into you with little to no effort, one of his hands found your tit, the other was down the front of your skirt rubbing you clit in sync with his thrusts.

You had your arms up around Eddie's neck, pulling his head towards yours until your lips met. He panted into your mouth as he pounded deeper into you.

“Fuck Ed’s” you said “I’m close, a little faster and I’ll cum”

“Hold on a little babe and I’ll get you there” he moaned.

You were so overcome with pleasure that you threw your head back against Eddieks shoulder and let out a string of incoherent words in pure pleasure.

This action was also what made the rest of the hellfire club realize where their dungeon master was.

They heard mumbles and assumed that it was Eddie.

”See” Dustin said to Gareth who had been convinced that Eddie had left to grab something that he forgot at home. “Told ya that he was still here”

“Yeah, yeah you win” Gareth responded and rolled his eyes at the freshmen. “Go prepare and I’ll drag the bastard out of there.”

The rest of hellfire went into the drama room and Gareth entered the bathroom. You and Eddie had both more or less just orgasmed and had you full focus on catching your breaths and whispering love declarations to each other. Gareth didn’t hear what you said, and only saw the hellfire shirt hanging on the stall door.

He assumed that it was Eddies, why would he assume any different? It was the boys bathroom after all.

He decided that he would surprise his friend, who probably spilled something on his shirt, so he yanked the stall door open and yelled, “ what are you doing man?”.

What he saw before him was not what he expected.

He saw you, clad in a skirt that thankfully covered a lot from where he was standing, you had your bra on but it didn’t help much because your tits weren’t covered by it, one was in Eddie's hand, and the other was the first thing Gareth saw.

Behind you were Eddie with his pants partially down, one hand holding your tit, the other slowly guiding this cock out of you.

Neither you or Eddie had the chance to say something before Gareth said;

“Oh fuck, no, shit uhm sorry,” he said and almost ran out of there.

Eddie's mind went straight to you who accidentally just flashed his friend your tits.

“How are you? I’m sorry I should’ve locked the stall.” He asked, shoving himself back into his boxers and then helped you slip back into your bra and shirt, before you shimmied your panties up your legs, knowing full well that they would be ruined by the time you got home since Eddie came in you.

“Are you talking about the sex or the surprise visit cause either way I’m fine.” You reassured and pecked his lips. “The sex was amazing, but I think we scarred Gareth for life.”

Eddie chuckled at the thought of his terrified face.

“We better go check on him”

When Gareth had entered the drama room all the other hellfire club members had questioned what had happened, Mike asked:

“What happened in there, did you see a ghost?”

They didn’t get an answer out of Gareth, but when you and Eddie entered, clothes a bit wonky, hickies and lipstick stains all over each other and hairs an absolute mess they figured out what he saw themselves

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut

[shayyprasad]

two of them in the same day | peter parker

tw: assault, making out, chicken burrito bowl? oh and moody ass y/n

summary: what are the chances you run into peter and spider-man in the same day?

this part can be read independently!

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the rain poured down, sparing no mercy on the citizens on new york. rainy days like this were common, as well as the controversy on liking those days or not.

y/n dragged herself down the sidewalk, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. the black umbrella she had was right above her head, shielding her from the water.

believe it or not, but not everyone new how to cook a meal, even if they were fresh out of college. lucky for her, she had a roomie who did that for her at college. in return, of course, she was in charge of all the laundry. because no one does stuff for free.

one way or another, y/n needed to eat. her cooking skills weren't really top pier, and so she was reduced to buying microwaveable dinners, which is what she was getting now.

this was really making her sound like a sad 22 year old.

was it the smartest idea to walk around at 2 in the morning looking around for something to eat? no. no, it wasn't. all y/n had on her was a pen, phone, and wallet.

not even like, pepper spray. maybe she could stab someone with her umbrella if they tried to pull something.

the loud honking of the cars filled her ears, a blaring noise that she couldn't block out. she walked on autopilot, avoiding puddles and all, but not really taking in what was around her.

it was the same route that she walked once every week, just to get basic needs. no, she wasn't rich. it wasn't a surprise to most of her friends when she said no to certain trips and vacations to go on with them.

her parents weren't of any help, and neither were any of her "friends." never mind, she kinda was a sad 22 year old.

she sighed hopelessly at the reality of her life. y/n thought of herself as lucky to be able to afford what she needed. she had just enough. she stopped in front of a 7/11, pushing the door open, she stepped inside.

the gas station was much better than whatever was going on outside. except it was a little cold. but stations were aways cold. she hummed as she walked over to the frozen food, scanning the items.

"pizza? mm... nah. isn't there anything healthier?" she mumbled to herself. most of the fridges were empty, to her utter dismay.

y/n didn't notice the brunette that had stopped in his tracks to look at her. the way her hair was effortlessly styled, bouncing on her shoulders. how her brows were knitted together tightly, and her e/c eyes practically glowed as they looked around, all these things had him hopelessly staring.

he really, really, couldn't help it when he brought the camera up to his eye, zooming in.

click.

y/n was more focused on not starving to death at the moment. the man walked over to her, she didn't know it, but he was here for the same reason as her.

they both laid eyes on the most delectable, if you could even call it that, meal in the fridge. a microwaveable chicken burrito bowl. he opened the fridge door and both their hands reached for it, touching.

he, on instinct, moved his hand, allowing y/n to grab the box.

"uh... there's only one," he started.

"yeah, and i grabbed it first," y/n interrupted. normally she wasn't this rude, but hunger does things.

"well, miss, i kinda need this. i don't really have anything at home."

she pitied him momentarily before realizing that she was also in the same situation.

"uh-huh. me too."

he looked at you for a moment, and then gave in.

"ok, it's fine, you can have it."

y/n hesitated, already feeling bad as she glanced at his eyes. "man, you're really good at guilt-tripping."

"oh, no, i wasn't trying to-"

"just take it," she offered with a smile.

"seriously, it's cool. you can have it," the man reassured.

"bro. literally two seconds ago you were about to fight me on it. what happened to that?"

he chuckled, "i've gotta say, of all the things i've ever done, running into someone like this hasn't yet happened."

"yeah, dude, i'm glad i got to share this experience with you."

the two of them laughed, which died down into giggles.

"you know, for someone i met at two a.m. in a gas station, you aren't so bad."

he rolled his eyes playfully, "why, thank you."

"you are welcome."

overly greased pizza it was.

"oh, um, by the way, i'm y/n."

"parker. peter parker." he lowered his voice and said it in a weird way.

"l/n. y/n l/n." she repeated her name and voiced it in the same way peter did.

he sighed, "yeah, i don't know why i said it like that."

she giggled and grabbed the pizza box.

"look, i can totally take the pizza, y/n."

"hush, peter. your persistence is getting annoying," she chuckled.

"ok, fine." she followed him into the checkout lane. he went first, and when finished up, started to wave y/n goodbye. although, he really did wanted to spend more time with her.

"hold up, gimme your receipt."

he gave the girl a look, but handed it to her nonetheless. y/n scribbled her number down on the back and returned it to him. guess carrying a pen around did come in handy.

his cheeks heated up, and he looked back up at you.

"text me whenever, pete. bye!"

y/n walked past peter, opening the door for both of them. with a wave and a smile they went their separate ways.

on the whole walk home she had this tingling feeling in her stomach. he seemed so nice, and deep down, y/n hoped he would text her back.

so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the figure in the alley. the same figure that pulled her into it, gun pushed into her temple. she whimpered, too afraid to look at her captor.

"pretty lil' thang, ain't she?"

"scored a round with this one, int' we?"

"take 'em off."

"i-" y/n started, fearing for her life.

"the clothes, take 'em off now, er' else i'll blow yer' head off!"

she took off her sweatshirt, hands shaking violently, next her shirt- leaving her helpless in a wine red bra. taking her in, the man moved the gun away from her head.

y/n took this opportunity to let out a bloodcurdling scream, but it did her no good, as no one came. all she got was a sharp kick to the stomach.

she coughed up blood, curling up on the floor.  at that moment, a blur of blue and red dashed in. y/n wiped the blood from her mouth, squinting her eyes.

spider-man?

it went by so quickly, she hardly had time to watch. she watched as he hung upside down from a web, done with these guys. he was about to get down, but y/n had already got up, walking towards the man in the mask.

it took him a second to realize that she was just in the bra, but he didn't look away. he knew that non-sleep deprived peter would be ashamed, but he wasn't that guy at the moment.

he let her walk up to him, their eyes locking.

did y/n have a clue of what she was doing?

no.

did that stop her?

no.

she felt for the end of his mask, just by his chin and gave it a soft tug.

"don't... don't do..." he struggled for words.

she pulled it down just enough to see his lips. y/n was genuinely convinced that she might regret this. like, really convinced. she leaned in, her soft lips meeting his.

woah, i didn't know bug boy would taste like this...

it wasn't long or anything, more like something of reassurance. y/n pulled away, eyes half-lidded. he hopped down, pulling the mask back. she pressed her hand against his chest, looking up at him. peter's arms, of course she didn't know they were his, but they were wrapped around her torso. because of the height difference he was looking down at her, giving him a clear view of her cleavage.

bug boy ripped his gaze away from her, and back at her eyes. the same ones that give him butterflies back at the store.

yes, he had been following her home, but that was to make sure she got back safe. and it was a good thing he did. but he didn't feel the need to tell her all that. peter cleared his throat awkwardly, moving away to give pick up y/n's clothes.

she flushed into a crimson red, quickly putting them on.

"i think it's a good idea to take you home, right?"

"yeah. um, alright."

he picked her up, arm wrapped tightly around her.

"wait, what are you-"

he swung you up into the air, and you screamed into his shoulder, clinging onto him for dear life.

"what's your address?" he yelled through the wind.

"164 Linebaugh Ave, 3rd floor, just-" she rushed out. "just drop me off on the balcony!"

bug boy didn't respond, and she was slightly afraid that the superhero of nyc would hate her for kissing him. but in her defense, he did kiss her back.

in a couple minutes, they were there, and set her down gently on the balcony. it felt weird, there was no goodbye or any closure. not that y/n should really need any.

"wait!"

peter looked back at her.

"i- um," she hesitated, but walked up to him. if she wanted to, she could have taken the mask off. because in that moment, he really was vulnerable. it was a new feeling, and peter hadn't felt that since mj, but that was a long time ago, and those feelings had long faded.

he didn't stop her as she moved in closer.

"close your eyes," he whispered.

she did, not giving it a second thought. he pulled off his mask all the way, and leaned in to kiss her. peter sat her on the edge of the railing, without breaking the kiss. one of his arms were wrapped around her torso and the other tangled in her hair.

y/n arms were thrown around his neck, keeping him close. she didn't dare open her eyes, despite the fact that she really wanted to know who this man was.

during this whole make out sesh, peter had dropped his mask somewhere on the floor. but that was the least of his concerns.

and that is how y/n ended up making out with nyc's famous spider-man at 2:56 in the morning.

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x you #still struggling

[hoshigray]

HEYYY🤪who ever requested y/n bratting off to toji is a blessing fr.🙏🏼 Can you also do the same thing but fluff edition. If the post is gone, dont worry about it. Love your writing!!

No worries, noonie, bc I made sure to save the fluff version as a Word doc if needed, lol. But here ya go, hope ya enjoy and tysm!!:)

Reminder: This is a sfw/fluff version of this thirst!

Cw: Toji x reader - fluff!! - pet names (baby, kid/kiddo) - implied that reader is shorter than Toji - first, the reader is sour, but then they're sweet :) - Toji calls you a 'bitch' but not in a belittling way, just frustrated with your antics - lots of humor bc we love making this man suffer, lol - the reader gives him a scare hiding from him (again, make him suffer! but he's hella worried about you so </3) - angst(?) - reader being a brat and Toji being a grumpy bf = a perfect couple ♡ Wc: 2.4k

It's late in the night, WAY past the midnight hour. The streets are quiet, people are home sleeping, and the air is curtained in a cool mist from rain not too long ago.

And yet here you are, in an open grocery store skimming through the fruits section. You pick up a bag of apples and examine them before placing them back down, moving on to the next aisle.

Behind you, the squeaky wheels of the shopping cart follow your every step, driven by your boyfriend — Toji.

The two of you had left a movie theater to see a movie you'd been anticipating seeing, which only had seating at the last showing of its week — 12:30 a.m. The runtime was two hours and thirty minutes, so it wasn't to your surprise that the plaza was utterly empty by the time it ended. Although you're happy you got to see the movie, you made a mental note to get tickets earlier next time.

Suddenly, you realize you forgot to grocery shop, and most nearby stores are closed. But after many trips around the neighborhood, you've finally found a store open for twenty-four hours.

So here you are, scoping around the aisles to pick up things and check them off your list. Now all there's left is the toilet paper, which would be right on the top shelf...that you can't reach.

You turn to your side to see your boyfriend looking down at his phone. Well, he's no help. With a sigh, you place your phone inside your pocket and try to carefully reach for the toilet paper, stepping on the lower shelves and being mindful not to step on any of the items below.

Toji notices something up when he glances up at you trying to climb up to get something from the top shelf. Putting his phone in his jean jacket, he comes around and hovers over you while grabbing for the toilet paper. You watch, and you shake your head at him. Damn, tall people...Hold on. An idea pops inside your head, and a grin molds onto your lips.

"Hey!" You call out to the man before he puts the item at the bottom of the cart. "I was getting that."

"I know, but y'r lil legs and arms weren't getting you any far, baby." He sends you a sly smirk, causing you to take offense to his comment.

Oh, two can play this game, Mister..."Put it back."

His brows crease together. "What?"

"Put it back up there," you repeat yourself to the man and point at the top shelf. His confused expression is still present when he hesitantly does what you instruct him. "And then pick me up to get it."

He looks at you like you're crazy. "What kind of shit are you on?"

You giggle. "Oh, come on, Toji. I was trying to get it, so I wanna do it."

"You could barely touch it."

"Not unless I have my trusty, tall boyfriend to help me, so pick me up!" You lift your arms for your waist to be open for grabs, and Toji just stares at you. With a heavy sigh and a scrunched expression, he lifts you up effortlessly, and you happily take the toilet paper he just put back up.

You beam at him once you're put down, and the older man has never rolled his eyes so fast. "Actin' like a damn kid."

Your tone is matter-of-fact as you put the item under the cart: "You call me a kid all the time, so I gotta uphold the title. Okay, that should be everything from my list, so let's get the other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

"Yeah, like sandwich meat, chips, and juice for Tsumiki and Megumi. They're going swimming with their friends tomorrow, and they need lunch to take with them."

Toji crosses his arms, examining you walk past him with the cart. "I suppose you're the one paying for all that."

"I'm absolutely...not," you don't have to turn around to know the man behind you has his jaw dropped. "I'm paying for the things on my list, and you pay for the other stuff."

"And what makes you think I'd pay? I already paid for the dinner and the tickets for the damn movie."

"Yes, indeed you did. But guess what, I'm using my money for my things. So, Toji dearest, it's only right that you pay for the things for your children." You peek behind you to see your boyfriend throw daggers at you with emerald eyes. Your smile only grows. "What kind of father would you be if you don't care for those angels?"

Toji just groans and mumbles curses under his breath. "They're only angels when you're around, ya damn brat..."

The two of you head to the snack aisle, the right side harboring a massive assortment of chips. You stop the cart when you spot a brand of chips you remember is a favorite in the Fushiguro household. The only problem is that the flavor you're looking for — which is on the bottom shelf — is nearly empty, meaning the last few are further in the back.

"Hey, Toji," The named man comes from behind, resting his chin on your head. "Those chips down there, ya think there could still be some in the far back?"

"Mmm," His broad chest vibrates against your back from his gruff hum. "Probably."

"Mind getting them for me."

"....Why can't you get it?"

"Because I told you to get it. Besides," you bring up your hands with two fingers up to air quote your following sentence. "I don't think my 'lil arms and legs' will get me far."

Toji's quiet for a few moments, and you bite your lip to not laugh. But it's no use when he flicks your ear before leaving your side, giggles fake cries of pain exiting your lips. "Fuckin' bitch."

"I heard that!"

"Good." You blow a raspberry at him as he groans, kneeling to the floor, and crouches to put his head under the shelf. The image of your brawny man squeezing through the racks is a rarity, and you can't laugh because you know he'll kill you once he gets back up. So, with silent quickness, you grab your smartphone, take a picture, and swiftly put it back in your pocket. You chuckle to yourself in accomplishment. That's for calling me a bitch, you bastard.

The man comes up with a bag of chips in hand, the exact flavor you were looking for. However, "Woah, woah, woah, that's not the right size."

"What are you on about this time?"

"I always get the family-size. That's just the regular one."

"Yeah, so?"

"So?" The older man is visibly vexed that you repeat after him, yet you continue. "Toji, I know you're gonna snack on those later, but I'm gonna use it to pack lunch for the kids. And judging by how small the packaging is, that's not gonna last for the entire week — let alone three days. Miki and Megs aren't gonna like you for that. Go get the family-size pack."

"They don't have it down here; it's just this!"

"Well, what are you gonna do? Buy three more bags...Oh."

Toji notices you spot something that puts your thoughts aside, so he follows your line of sight to the top shelf. As you described earlier, family-sized chips were stationed at the very top, unlike at the bottom stand where they usually are.

All you can do is smile sheepishly at Toji when you two glance at each other, the older man giving you the heaviest glare you've ever received. "If you ask me to pick you up again, I'm throwin' ya up there and leavin' you til next time."

"Don't bother. I'm going to get the sandwich meats." You turn away from him and the cart to hide your laughs and head to the deli aisle. "You stay right there. I'll be right back."

"Hmph, whatever." The man grabs the right size of chips and chucks them into the cart. And then he leans against the shelves, waiting for your arrival so you two can finally leave the store.

One minute pasts. Then two...Three....Four.....Five—What the fuck!?

There's no way the store is that big for you to find the deli aisle. It's nearly been six minutes, and you have yet to return to the snack aisle! Toji can only wonder what it is that's taking you so damn long. They probably saw somethin' cute and will ask me to get it for 'em. Hmph, like hell. Or maybe they don't have the sandwich meats they're lookin' for and are tryin' to find something else to substitute. Or they could be lost, who knows.

But the more he thinks, his thoughts delve into darker reflections. And if they're lost, would they run into someone for help? What if that person doesn't work here, talking to a damn stranger. What if that bastard is making them uncomfortable? Taking advantage of them. Or worse: a kidnapping.

Dread corrupts all of Toji's senses when his mind wanders to the worst scenarios, but he can't help it when you haven't returned to him. There's already one person he's lost in his life, and he wouldn't want to lose you too. That's why he straightens himself up and ditches the cart full of your stuff to find you for himself. Because if you aren't in this store right now, things will start to get ugly.

He storms out of the aisle, looking around to assess the parameter. Deep breaths don't seem to calm him down, as the dry bob in his throat makes it difficult to swallow. He looks up to see the signs for every aisle. Deli...Where the hell is—

That thought grinds to a halt when he hears footsteps approach from behind. So Toji turns around with haste, grabbing the pocket knife always kept in his jean pocket.

However, he doesn't pull the defensive weapon out. Instead, his tense physique relaxes, and a wave of relief soothes him down back to Earth. Because the footsteps belonged to you. You were okay.

"Damn, you and your freaky senses! I was hiding behind that bread rack over there and waiting for you to turn around so I could surprise you. Hehe, but I can see you must've—Ow, ow, ouch!!!"

Unlike before, genuine cries of pain fly out your mouth when Toji pinches your cheeks, twisting them so hard that you scream louder the tighter the grip. He doesn't let go until you step on his foot, and even then, the hurtful wails are replaced with laughter.

"You absolute fucking brat." You try to cover your giggles with your hands, but the irritated expression on Toji's face makes it difficult to keep your composure. "Over here tryin' to scare me and shit when I'm wondering what the hell's takin' you so damn long. Not even my own damn kids give me this much trouble."

"Oh shit, pfffthaha. At lea-At least I—wheeze," You're trying so hard to look your boyfriend in the eye, but God was you in hysterics. Tears prickle, and you slowly reveal some packaged items in your hands. "At least I got the sandwich meat."

Toji swiftly snatches the deli products off your grasp, causing you to laugh even harder to the point of your stomach hurting and your eyes forced shut. But that doesn't stop the man from pulling you to the unattended cart by the back of your neck, caging you between him and the handlebar.

But no matter, because you still laugh walking down the aisle with him. You still laugh at the self-checkout. And you still laugh when putting the groceries in the trunk of Toji's car and placing the cart in the corral.

Even when you sit in the passenger seat, chuckles fill the silence and one-sided tension. You peer to Toji's side to see him harbor a scowl while facing the windshield, downright avoiding you. "Oh, come on, Toji, it was just a little prank. You gotta admit it was kinda funny!"

He shakes his head, eyes still honed in front of him.

"What? Oh, so you're not gonna talk to me?"

Nothing.

"Are you serious? Toji, it wasn't even that big of a deal. Were you worried about me for real—"

"Yeah, kid." Now he looks at you; his forest-green orbs capture yours as if luring you to listen to what he's saying. "I was fuckin' worried about you. Thought somethin' bad happened or...whatever, forget it." Toji lets a heavy sigh exit his system, resting his head on his hand.

And you just watch him, not bothering to say a word back. It doesn't take long for you to understand where he's coming from because you're already beating yourself about it with the uneasy silence between you two.

You know about Toji's loss — his late wife, Megumi's mother. You don't know too much about her passing. However, you're enormously aware of how significant a toll the loss took on Toji. It took him a long time to even consider dating again and putting a label on your relationship.

So now that he's with you, it's easy to understand that he doesn't want you getting hurt and anything dreadful happening on your end.

And yet, acting like a child isn't making things any better.

You silently exhale and hesitantly set a hand on the one lying still on his thigh. You notice his head turn in your direction from the sudden contact, but you don't address it, just leaning on him with your head on his shoulder. Toji lets you do so.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry like that." You say to him, your eyes on your hand rubbing on the back of his. "Just wanted to act silly with you, is all. Didn't want to scare you."

"Who told you to act silly?"

"Uhh, me? 'Cause it's like 3 a.m., just the two of us. And it's the weekend."

You can feel the rise and fall of his shoulder following the sigh he lets out through his nose. Toji then removes his hand from you and puts it on your shoulder to keep you close. "You can be a pain in the ass, ya know that, kiddo?"

"Yeah, yeah. But I know you love me for it~." You move to happily kiss him on the cheek.

"Yeah, sure." He kisses your temple and rests his head on yours. The two of you indulge in the comfortable silence of the car for a few minutes, relinquishing each other's presence before driving home. "Just be a lil' more careful, 'kay, baby?"

"Mmm, promise."

...

But you're still gonna make that picture you took of Toji your wallpaper. It's a true gem. Plus, it's what you get for calling me a bitch.

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #jjk imagines #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji imagine #toji headcanons #toji fanfic #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader

[ftm-megamind]

what do you know!!! Chad and Ryan headcanons part 3!!!

(part 1 / part 2)

eventually Chad's hopeless crush on Ryan got a bit too annoying for his team

because all they ever heard was about the Evans boy

no matter whether it was at work, in their free time, or at their basketball games

about the basketball games, seriously

Chad loved to show off

whenever Ryan was watching them play

so like, always

whenever Chad had the chance he would take the ball and say "this one's for you Ryan!"

and even though most of the times he missed, Ryan still thought he's cool

after the games Chad explained the actions he and his teammates were doing

but Ryan's basketball knowledge stopped at an alley oop

so now every time they play, he asks Chad to do an alley oop with someone

so, as estabilished, the Wildcats are getting tooth rot from the way Chad and Ryan look at one another

they even asked directly one time

"so are you guys dating?"

and of course the two of them got all nervous and blushy and said no but still exchanged longing looks

and Troy decided he needs to get things into his own hands

one day, after work, he stopped Chad from leaving so they could talk privately, like bros

the conversation didn't start well

"dude, i know you're into Ryan"

Chad started denying it, of course, but he wasn't doing a very good job, and Troy wasn't buying any of it

so after Chad finally shut up, Troy gave him some romantic advice

he said that it's also very obvious that Ryan reciprocates the feelings

and eventually Chad agreed to take Ryan on an official date and see how things go

and sure enough, the following day, after work, Chad asked Ryan whether he wants to go to the movies, just the two of them

but he chickened out of mentioning it's a date

but worry not, because Ryan had a very similar conversation about Chad with Kelsi

so he gathered up the courage and after a minute of awkward silence in the car as they drove

"hey, Chad, is this... a date?"

Chad glanced at Ryan, his face immediately flushing and unspeakable fear momentarily filling him

"um, yes? i mean, if you'd like it to be?"

Ryan's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he sighed shakily, also looking at Chad

"i would. would you?"

"yes. i'd like that a lot"

then both of their fears just... evaporated?

the rest of the night went like usual, whenever they hung out, which only affirmed their feelings for one another

they got into a small argument while waiting for their popcorn, over who was going to pay

they both insisted, but ultimately Ryan complied and let Chad pay (what a gentleman)

they picked either a horror or a romcom, nothing inbetween

and around halfway through the movie, Ryan decided it's time to make a move

so wordlessly, without prying his eyes away from the giant screen, he reached with his hand to Chad's side, seemingly to grab some popcorn kernels

but instead, he took Chad's hand in his, trying to ignore the sudden heat he felt on his entire body

the other boy, meanwhile, tensed up and started sweating (like he usually does around Ryan, honestly, damned hormones), but didn't want it to seem like he doesn't like this, so he returned the gesture

then, they briefly looked at each other, and smiled knowingly, both feeling swarms of butterflies in their chests

but they never let go, not even when the movie was over and they left the building

and even though such a small gesture felt so special and made them so nervous, it didn't stop them from communicating effortlessly, as if it wasn't their first time on an official date doing official date things like holding hands

when Ryan was supposed to drive Chad home, he took the longest route possible and drove in circles, just so they could talk for a few minutes more, singing along with the radio

but eventually, he had to pull up to Chad's driveway, because he didn't want him to get grounded for missing his curfew

but before Chad left the car, he took Ryan's hand again, this time looking into his eyes, swallowing the lump of anxiety in his throat and smiling warmly instead

"thanks for tonight," he said, unable to contain his blush when he saw Ryan look back at him with what he could only describe as love

"yeah, it was really fun," Evans admitted, squeezing Chad's hand slightly and caressing the back of it with his thumb

"i'll see you tomorrow"

after Chad had finally left, as he was at his door, he turned around once again to wave at Ryan with a smile

when Ryan got back to Lava Springs, he and Chad texted the entire night

which was exactly the reason Chad was so tired when he showed up to work the next day

#high school musical #hsm #chyan headcanons #ryan evans #chad danforth #hsm chad #hsm ryan #chad danforth x ryan evans #chad x ryan #chyan #hsm headcanons #high school musical 2 #high school musical headcanons #autizzy

[raisin-shell]

Well hello there u sexy bitch!

Ok, so could I request a jealous Raph please? He is crushing on a fem reader and being all mr macho and cocky (how we like him) but as soon as his crush starts getting close to his bro’s, in a friends only kinda way of course, he starts to get all jealous and pouty and eaten up about it.

Either fluff or smut, your choice 🤗

I will leave u to work your magic my kinky sweet pea ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Green Is The Color Of Envy: Or is it Red?

NSFW/SMUT/LANGUAGE/18+ Bayverse Raphael x Fem Reader

Your new found friends couldn’t astound and intrigue you more. How lucky you felt to have such gentleman surrounding you. And not of the human form! All had their finest qualities but none of them compared to Raphael’s cool, smooth finesse of confidence. You snuggled yourself up on the couch hidden deep within their lair beneath the city streets as once again you watched the massive brute lifting his weights.

“Like whatcha see?”

He purred to you as he lifted the bar, both sides filled with manhole covers, effortlessly.

“I can do this all day long baby girl, with you sittin on top of me.”

The deepness of his voice had your panties soaked with warm dampness as you continue to watch with lustful eyes. Those same eyes boring over every solid inch of his perfectly chiseled body. He was eating the attention up like a dog that had been starved. Sweat trickling from his body was left unkept only to please and tease your senses even more. Fuck. He knew good and well what he was doing.

“Whaddaya say sweetheart? Come straddle me and lean up against tha bar.”

You had almost gotten up when a flicker of blue and lime green flashed before your peripheral vision. Your line of sight quickly snapped to the leader in blue, standing upon a closed sewer drain practicing his moves vigorously. You couldn’t help but to watch the magical show of agility, eyes brightening every time he’d catch you watching him and he’d flash you the most glimmering smile. All this completely and abruptly interrupted by the sound of the bar full of weight hitting the floor with a crash.

Your head snapped back towards the massive brute who had a look of dismay on his face as he started pounding towards he and Mikey’s bunk. Questionably you rose from the couch, unsure of what was the matter when the door to his room slammed leaving you outside this burly man’s personal space. Hands placed on your hips in confusion, you knocked on his door with authority.

“Go away”

You could hear his deep voice clearly through the door letting you know he was still against it.

“Raphael Hamato you open this door right now!”

You seethed as your arms crossed now with more agitation than understanding.

The brute let the door crack open slightly.

“Whaddaya want?!”

He snapped harshly as your brows began to rise.

“Excuse me! But you were just lifting weights. I was enjoying the show. Then all of a sudden you storm off in a huff! What gives?”

You slink your way past the crease in the door to enter his room and confront him face to face. Normally this would scare the flying shit out of you but the expression on the massive turtles face was one of complete defeat. The brute slammed the door shut once more, taking a few steps back from you and crossing his own large arms in protest.

“What does Leo got that I don’t got huh?”

He blurted out, refusing to make eye contact with you. It was at this very moment you realized what was wrong.

“Raph… are you… are you jealous?!”

You ask inquisitively as a small smirk curled from both of the corners of your mouth.

“No!! No!! I’m not jealous of fearless! I’m… im not jealous I’m just… I’m not.”

His golden eyes hit the floor as his chest began to heave and you could have sworn you saw his eyes begin to tear up.

You approach him softly placing yourself in front of his massive frame as you looked up at him.

“God gave me eyes to look Raphael. That’s all. He also gave me a heart and that belongs solely to you no matter the eye candy placed in front of me.”

You tried to explain but your disgruntled beast wasn’t having it.

“No. No! You like Leo. I saw tha way ya looked at him. It was tha same as me!”

His bottom lip began to pucker outward with a tremble. The thought of you with his brother completely making a sobbing mess of the largest brother.

“Oh baby. No. Come here. Please?”

Your hands reached up for his face as he turned is head again in protest, this time his sad longing eyes settling on yours.

“I’m not jealous! I just don’t like when you… notice my other brothers. Especially Leo.”

His eyes began to rounden, pooling with tears as your cheeks heated pink in a complete fluster. How? How could someone go from being so cocky and confident to being so self conscious and unsure of himself? It was almost as adorable as it was saddening to you.

“Raph”

You spoke very gently as your hands began to rub and palm the length of his forearms causing them to unlatch themselves and fall heavily to his sides as his head dipped down in defeat.

“You’re perfect in my eyes. Yes I was watching Leo but only for his skills. It’s you who truly makes my panties wet.”

A smile curled from your lips as his eyes lifted and brightened to what he just heard.

“I… make yer panties wet huh?”

His nostrils flared a bit, inhaling the air for your sent and rolling his eyes back into a satisfied close as the sweet smell of your essence hit the air.

“Of course you do. You always have that effect on me… Raphael.”

Hearing his full name leave your lips sent a pulse straight to his cock and even more so to his ego. A deep chuckle ruffled from his nostrils as his eyes remained closed, his mind still wrapping itself around your potent essence forgetting all about his fears of Leonardo. Both golden eyes snap back open burning with fire as he lunged against you firmly, pinning your body snuggly against the firm plates of his chest and the flat coolness of his closed door.

“Ya get wet just watchin’ me?”

He growled against your skin, his thick fingers diving into your hair curled and pulled your head back craning your neck as his bite sank down into your flesh. You moan a desperate yes, both answering his question and praising him for more as he begins to firmly suckle what is his. You had chose to wear a skirt that day thank god for had it been anything else he’d have shredded it. You found your thighs spread comfortably around his waist, the weight of his massive bulge teased and rolled heavily against the slick fabric of your panties, tantalizing your thickened folds. Another desperate gasp left your throat as your hips rolled against him in need. Damn him.

“Oh yeah? Ya want this cock that bad baby girl?”

Oh yes. You did want his cock that bad but dammit did he have to look so damn sexy when he was being so smug? So cocky? So…

“Raph!”

You squealed desperately, biting your bottom lip and gliding your wet petals up and down the length of his engorged cock.

“Can’t you see how bad I need you to fill me? How much I want you to fuck he? Please Raphael? Fuck me proper.”

You knew he wouldn’t resist it, his eyes flashing as the word please left your lips. With one swift movement his arms tucked beneath your legs, post tugging his shorts down just enough to allow his massive rod to bob free. Tucking the soaked fabric to the side, he allowed his thick bulbous head to roll and glide through the glossy thickness of your folds until he was completely coated with your excitement. He lined himself up with your tiny entrance and slowly inch by inch stretched you open. His eyes remained on you, chuckling darkly as your mouth pursed into a silent moan as he slowly filled you to the brim.

No matter how many times you had sex with this man, it always felt so deliciously overwhelming upon his initial entry and even more so as time would go on. A cry cracked through your moan as you felt him bottom out, his head swelling to twice it’s normal size budding at your cervix in the best way. God he made you feel so full. He reached every spot, every time. Your eyes flutter open to look at him. He’s got a curious grin on his face as he retracts himself fully leaving you breathless. Your eyes snap back shut again and your fingers begin to curl into the thick pebbled skin of his shoulders.

He spreads your legs further against the door as his hips snap up into you, your head flying backwards as your moan cries to the ceiling. His thick hardness is striking your g spot making you see stars on the back of your eye lids and causing your legs to jolt to the sensation.

“Leo could never fuck ya like this. I know just how rough ya like it.”

He chuckled darkly as his hips began to snap harder and your back tried to crane into his powerful juts. His cock was sliding into you easily now, hitting the firmed band that was quickly beginning to come unraveled. The brute pulled your body from the door, holding you upright and letting your weight fall onto his advances as the band deep within your belly snapped and wave after wave of ecstasy began to snap through your body. The brute allowed your back to arch as he to plunged in deeply, allowing himself to bury his cock inside you. A low churr escaped him as he released rope after rope of his hot thick seed, filling you to the brim with that same cocky smile on his face.

Once you had caught your breath and came back to your senses, you wrapped your arms around your beau lovingly and let your lips land softly against his.

“See? You have nothing to worry about.”

You coo with a genuine grin as your cocky beast cups your cheek drawing you in for a deep kiss.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt raphael #bayverse #tmnt #answered asks

[choclateteez]

👀🎥4* Town Fancams🎥👀

Does it fit the time period? Probably not?? But we're willing to make an exception, right?😅

🧡Robaire🧡

Robaire’s fancams are mostly known for his face and facial expressions

The way his eyes just focus when he’s in the zone

His stare is so intense when he's performing, and his fans find it captivating

People also notice how he’s aware of every member and his position is

He’s wary of if there's enough room for his formation, and he’ll always make enough room to compensate

People literally just love to watch how he focuses so intently on the performance

Anyone can clearly see how seriously he takes it, and they love to watch it

Also, when he's singing, they love to see how effortlessly he pulls off those runs and riffs without much jaw work

Other singers love evaluating his vocal technique

Sometimes they'll use him as an example of healthy belting, or which voice he's using (falsetto, chest, mixed, head, etc) and try to see if he's straining based on watching the face fancams

Of course, he has those bad days, and he knows the limit of his voice. If hes not feeling well, and if you squint, you can see the disappointment in his face when he has to alter the vocals to something lower and easier that he can hit when his voice isn't up to it

You can even see the way his brows lower if he notices he's straining

Also, cmon, we all know he's a good dancer. People love to watch him make the moves more sensual than technical, and it's hot cool to watch

What's this spike on the viewing histogram?

Oh it's just Robaire flawlessly and slowly doing body rolls- dear God

💙Aaron T💙

T’s fancams are known for his dynamic with the others

His face always says he's up to no good, always throwing mischievous smirks at his bandmates

He’ll start a “dance battle” as he stares Aaron Z down during a dance break

He’ll also be having quick fist bumps, or handshakes with Tae Young

He’s normally the fancam people go for when people are like “Omg, look at this interaction between __ and __!! They’re literally soulmates oml”

Fans also love to see him nail every flip and acrobatic stunt he does

The views are also pretty high when he doesn't nail the stunt

They love to analyze his performance after the mess up

Sometimes, they can see how fake the smile is afterwards (he’s beating himself up over it internally, and they can tell), and they can see the tiny winces of pain if the fall was bad. 

You can see his professionalism shine through when he manages to go through the rest of the performance, taking it easy, but still performing very well. They won't miss the way he nods as someone off screen silently asks if he's okay

But most times, if the fail wasn't so bad, and the concert wasn’t overly important (agency-wise. Every concert with his fans is important to him of course), he’ll shrug and genuinely laugh it off and continue to dance as if nothing happened

Those are the days everyone can tell he's just having a good time, and those fancams are especially enjoyable to watch

🧡Jesse🧡

Jesse’s fancams are popular, especially if they’re face focused

Goodness, anyone could tell his looks really helped 4*Town gain its popularity, and he loves to admit it

You could pause the video mid-dance move and he would still be literally perfect

(Honestly, if this whole boy band thing didn't work out, he could easily have done modeling as a backup)

He’s another vocally strong person like Robaire, and people love to watch him get so passionate behind the mic. His eyes closed, and hes belting his heart out

People also like looking at his full body ones so that they can see the the progress he’s made on his dancing

Jesse was more vocally trained than dance, so he was a bit more behind than his fellow members

People can see as he gets more and more comfortable and fluid with his movements, and it's inspiring to people who also want to learn to dance

He makes the moves seem simpler for those who want to learn the choreography to any of their songs

But then again, his face cams. The prettiest thing ever. The way his eyes seem to always know where the camera is

You'd blush through the screen if you watched them- so much intense eye contact, goodness

The comments are usually along the lines of “He’s looking at me like I’m the turkey at Thanksgiving, and I love it” “How does he look so perfect all sweaty and tired? I’d look like a dying pig if I did the same”

💙Aaron Z💙

Being the main dancer, his fancams are mostly always for his amazing abilities

His moves are fluid, and his isolations are solid and precise

He never misses a beat, and dancers always love to evaluate and try out his moves

The most watched section can reveal a lot about the fandom… 

If it's not him dancing, it's him taking a breather..breathing hard..all sweaty….wiping sweat with his shirt… showing his abs…I see you Townies, you're not slick!! Behave yourselves!! (I say as I repeat that section over and over)

They also love watching his shy personality completely disappear on stage

He knows he's good at dancing, and the confidence shows through. If he's not focusing on his body, he's making eye contact with the crowd, camera, or whatevers looking at him

And when he's REALLY into it, and if the song calls for it, he’ll include a very rare, but very treasured hip thrust here or there… maybe lift his shirt just a little👀👀👀👀👀

And you can just SEE the smirk on his face as the crowd absolutely loses it

Other than that, he's also a pretty good singer, so you can get a look of him looking at other members deeply as they harmonize, especially with Robaire when they harmonize riffs

🧡Tae Young🧡

Tae Young's fancams are honestly just all around fun to watch

He's so expressive, both with his face and his body

He makes every single dance they do look like so much fun to dance along to, as his style is a lot more jumpy and dynamic

His face always matches the vibe of the song. If its upbeat, hell be happy, winking at the camera, exaggerated facial expressions and whatnot

And if it's somber, he'll match the mood, and he's GOOD at nailing a sad look. Anyone watching the fancam may think he's about to cry💀

And if it's a slow and sensual vibe, that's like his surprise attack

You would not expect Tae Young of all of them to be giving you siren eyes through the camera, but there he is, hypnotizing all the viewers with a single glance

You can see him really lock in when there's a singing/dance break

A lot of the time, he'll indulge into Aaron T's shenanigans, handshakes, inside jokes, all that

But both of them will never break formation- Z is a bit…intense when it comes to that

He sometimes does paired tricks with T, but they're simpler ones he can pick up on easily

Anyone can see how his eyes light up when he nails it down, and his smile is so wide for the rest of the video

Also, it's fun to watch him hit those Mariah Carey notes

Being the upper harmony, it's really fun for the viewer to explore his vocal range

They'd see the way hed slowly elevate his head as he sustains a particularly high note

He'd have a section where he doesn't have to dance so that he has his breath, and the way he looks so serious before he's about to slay the crowd with his voice is so cool

He's the only one who could vocally challenge Robaire when it comes to high notes specifically, and he shows it when he gets the chance

#4*town #4town #4town headcanons #turning red #4town robaire #4town taeyoung #4town aaron z #4town aaron t #4town jesse

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 10.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: suggestive? not really but kinda Word Count: ~5k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 9. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 15.

Author's Note: we're at the half-way point! the second half of this story is my favourite, so, if you're reading this, i hope you enjoy what's coming as much as i do 💜

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“You’re especially aggressive today”, Wang Eun’s chest was heaving, and his hand moved to the middle of his chest to soothe the area, where Chan had just hit him.

“Am I?” Chan was bent at the waist, clutching his knees as he tried his best to breathe air into his lungs. How long had they been sparring for? Seconds? Minutes? He didn’t know.

“I mean it’s hot, but also slightly worrying. You okay?” Wang Eun threw a water bottle at Chan, which he caught effortlessly. 

Chan scoffed, and started gulping down water. At least, the cool liquid spread pleasantly within him. “I’m fine”.

He wasn’t fine. 

Chan had barely gotten any sleep, Her Majesty’s words haunted him even to this very moment as he stood on the training grounds. Don’t come close to me. Leave–the words, just like daggers, stabbed his heart. His brain replayed them over and over again, his inner demons slowly, but surely, had convinced him that he’d done something wrong. He had overstepped the line and here he was now, taking out his frustrations on Wang Eun.

Changbin had noticed, too. A flash of worry had crossed his features the moment he met Chan this morning so they could come together to the training grounds. He’d asked Chan–because of course he had–if he was fine, if something had happened. Chan being Chan, told him he was doing great. He hoped that maybe, if he said it enough times outloud, it’d become true. 

Wang Eun must’ve known Chan was lying–if the inquisitive look the man gave him was anything to go by. Chan wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, knowing that every other person on this planet could put any lie detector to shame. However, the man pried no further, for which Chan was grateful.

He didn’t want to admit his worries out loud, much less to anyone else. Explaining his worries would lead to explaining the feelings he harboured towards the Queen, and that would be too much, too risky, and possibly too stupid. So, he decided to bottle it all up and shove it as deep as it could go within him. Which clearly wasn’t working, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.

Wang Eun eyed him for a bit, biting the tip of his tongue. With a sigh, the man walked towards the bag he’d dropped on the floor next to the training bench, where Changbin was currently bench pressing. Chan looked at Wang Eun, his curious eyes following his every move as Wang Eun rummaged through the bag, until he finally pulled out a different wad of ribbon, an exact pair to the one currently hugging Chan’s upper limbs.

“So, ready for lower body movements?”

Chan nodded, letting Wang Eun step into his space to start wrapping the ribbon around his legs. He started at his ankle, then moved further up to cross it around his calf, and then he wrapped it around Chan’s knee and thigh. When he reached his hips, he politely asked Chan for permission to lift his shirt a bit, to which Chan gave him the go-ahead almost instantly. Wang Eun had seen him practically naked plenty of times now, so he truly didn’t mind, but he appreciated that the man checked anyway. 

Finally, Wang Eun crossed the ribbon over his waist, right above the hem of his trousers, then repeated the motions on his other leg. 

Wang Eun stepped away from him as soon as the ribbon was wrapped around him. “This honestly works much better if you have them actually touching all of your skin, especially going lower on your hips, but touching your ankles and your waist will do for now”.

Much like it did over his bare arms, the presence of the ribbon around his waist and ankles was comfortable–it was familiar and, in a way, he felt soothed by it. Chan flexed his knees and rolled his ankles to make sure the thing was stable around the joints. “Feels fine”.

Wang Eun took his time explaining different movements and techniques, verbally checking in on him often, positioning Chan’s body in various stances to get him to focus on his movements. It was a stark contrast to the way he’d explained upper body movements when he started training Chan.

After a long while of this, Chan felt slightly more grounded, and he understood then that Wang Eun was just trying to get him to focus on him, instead of focusing on whatever he might’ve thought was going on in Chan’s head.

Wang Eun’s gentleness was over the moment they started applying those techniques in actual combat. His movements were once again pointed and sharp, just like they always were. Chan was happy with that, his mind couldn’t wander when he was trying his best to not get his ass kicked.

When it was time for a break, Changbin and Wang Eun stood by the machines, chatting away. Chan mostly listened, offering his opinion on the topics discussed sparsely as he didn’t really feel much like talking, but being close to them as they talked to one another eased him a bit, so he stayed.

“I could show you a thing or two as well, if you want”, Wang Eun offered, stretching his arms as he addressed Changbin.

“Really?” Changbin’s eyes lit up. “I’d like that. You guys look pretty cool when you fight”.

“We do”, the sudden intrusion of a voice that didn’t belong to any of them surprised them. The feeling was gone as soon as it came when recognition crossed Wang Eun’s features.

“Your Highness”, Wang Eun’s voice was slightly airy, his eyes clearly made a conscious attempt to look the man in the eyes and not at his bare chest.

Hoseok scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “Who uses my title these days? Drop it”.

“You do know that I’ve got to use it, right?” Wang Eun urged, completely dropping his title anyway in good Wang Eun-fashion. “It’s pretty much in my job description”.

Hoseok gave him a pointed look. “Towards the High King and the Queen, perhaps. Not towards the Prince Consort, especially when he’s asking you not to use it”.

Hoseok greeted Chan by extending his hand and shaking it as soon as Chan returned the gesture. He turned to Changbin then, introducing himself to him and extending a hand in his direction as well. Changbin took it immediately, confidently giving Hoseok his name.

“I must say, I was a bit confused when I came close to you guys. Thought for a second Her Majesty was here”, Hoseok made his way to the rack by the corner, and picked up a couple of dumbbells–heavy dumbbells–so he could start a set of standard bicep curls right there next to them.

“Oh, that’s probably just Chan”, Wang Eun commented, nonchalantly.

Slight panic brewed within Chan at the comment, and he couldn’t help his eyes from opening wide. Did they know? Was he that obvious? “Wha–”

“Oooohh, the ribbons”, Hoseok nodded. He seemed to have just noticed the fabric wrapped around Chan’s limbs.

“The ribbons?” Changbin asked, for which Chan was grateful, since the panic within him now mingled with confusion.

Hoseok looked at Changbin for a second. “Right, you also don’t have magic”, he adjusted the position of the dumbbells in his hands and continued. “Magic leaves a signature. The ribbons were enchanted by Her Majesty, so it makes sense that I felt her here”.

Chan looked at his hands, at the ribbon wrapped around each and every one of his fingers. “Huh…”

“I mean, it’s kind of weak, but we’ve been living together for a long time, so I can tell”, Hoseok added.

Changbin had asked Hoseok something, completely changing the conversation. Whatever it was, Chan didn’t really hear it. As he looked at his hands, he suddenly felt heat creep up from his chest to the back of his neck.

So, this entire time, her magic had been, in a way, wrapped around him?

Was it odd to feel… giddy about it?

Maybe it was.

The cold shower he took in his chambers’ washroom after training helped ease some of his self-deprecating thoughts. The suds in his hands let his fingers glide through his hair to massage his scalp with the delicate, almost soothing motions. However, the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach didn’t relent. If anything, it had intensified as the morning progressed.

Wang Eun was right, Chan wasn’t okay, but what would he even tell the man if he admitted to it? It wasn’t even clear to him what was going on, especially since it seemed like too much noise had settled uncomfortably within every crevice of his brain.

Deep down, Chan knew that the only thing that’d ease this feeling would be to confront Her Majesty, but about what exactly? Did he want to know what had happened to her? Or did he want to know what he’d done to earn such a reaction from her? 

With a sigh, he stepped out of the shower, leisurely patting his body dry. Chan wrapped a towel around his hips to catch any stray droplets, and he threw one on his head to squeeze water out of his hair as he moved from the washroom to the open space of his chambers.

The plum-coloured ribbons splayed over the dining table stared back at him, they’d been discarded there right after he made it into the room and peeled his clothes off. Chan threw the towel he had on his head on the table, and picked up one of the ribbons to start wrapping it in itself around his fingers.

Of course the thing had been enchanted by the Queen herself. He didn’t understand how, but he was sure now that the familiarity he felt from the fabric was just her. Am I becoming magic sensitive? He couldn’t help but think with an incredulous chuckle.

The sudden knock on his door didn’t surprise him much. Wang Eun would often drop by at this time to pester him a bit before Chan went to work on the Big Bad Wolf’s repairs–usually to tell Chan the latest gossip that was being murmured around the corridors.

Chan wondered what it would be this time… Who had shagged who in the kitchen’s pantry? Who was getting married in secret? The thought made him chuckle. Not thinking much of it, Chan spoke finally, “come in”.

The movement of his fingers on the ribbon stopped immediately the moment he looked away from the fabric in his hands and towards the door. It was, very clearly, not Wang Eun who had knocked, but the Queen herself that had made her way into his chambers.

He saw it almost in slow motion, the moment her expression turned to one akin to a deer in the headlights when she spotted him in the middle of the room, when she spotted him, essentially, naked, save for the towel around his hips.

She tried to say something, but her mouth closed right after. He could feel it so vividly, her burning gaze roaming his form.

Was that a blush on her cheeks? 

Was she flustered? 

Good. 

She deserved it. 

Chan would’ve loved to say he felt embarrassed or shy, but, truly, he didn’t. Not one bit. Even if he enjoyed the attention, he enjoyed seeing her struggle much, much more… Struggling, just like he had many times before.

“Good morning?” Chan offered, after a few moments of silence.

Her Majesty’s wandering eyes snapped up to his, quickly masking the stunned look on her face into one of neutrality. “Morning”. 

Chan didn’t say anything else. If she had come all the way here, she surely had something to tell him, so he just shut his mouth and held her gaze. The ribbon he had around his fingers was finally twisted into a neat roll. So he placed the wad on the table, and picked up the other ribbon to start repeating the motions.

The Queen inhaled a shaky breath, each hand tight in a fist next to her. “Listen… Last night–”

“Don’t worry about it”, Chan interrupted her, looking away from her eyes to focus on the ribbon he was twisting around his digits. “I overstepped the line, I get it. It’s fine”.

It wasn’t fine, clearly. But he decided to act as if it were, even if his words came out a bit harsher than he intended.

“No, no. You didn’t do anything. Listen”, she was quick to reassure him, which gave him pause. Had he not done anything? Now he was truly confused. The Queen took a tentative step closer, twisting the ring on her index finger with her thumb when she continued. “There’s a lot going on and… and last night… I was dangerous, very dangerous… I still am today, but I am managing it much better”.

Chan could see it, the way her hands trembled, her hair swaying slightly even when there was no current coming from the windows. Something wasn’t quite right, and for a brief moment, he had the urge to walk closer, hold her hands, and hope for the best. But he didn’t do it. Instead, he just placed the rolled ribbon on the table and crossed his arms over his chest.

Her Majesty’s eyes followed his movement, staring at his chest briefly. With a minute shake of her head she continued talking. “I figured if I was a bit harsh, you would leave. And you did. But I felt horrible right after, and I’m sorry, truly. You saw how the books flew off the shelves, that wasn’t on purpose. I just… didn’t want to hurt you”.

“Didn’t think you would”, the words flew out of his mouth without much thought, but he realised they were true the moment they were out there.

“I know”, the Queen took a deep breath, moving one of her hands to the other to start playing with the rings on her fingers. “That’s why I decided to put some space. I need you to understand that this has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me”.

Chan’s eyes looked into hers. It was almost comical how swiftly her words eased that uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but he was still worried. He took the towel from where it had landed on the table and threw it on his head to continue drying his hair.

“Can I ask what happened?” Chan walked to his bed, and sat down on the edge while he rubbed the towel on his head.

“You can ask”, Her Majesty walked forward, so she could pull one of the dining chairs in his direction. She sat on it, and crossed one leg over the other. “But I won’t tell you. I don’t want to lie to you, so I prefer to keep it to myself”.

Chan hummed in response. He wanted to know, but he couldn’t force her to say anything, so he decided to not press further, respecting her decision. He removed the towel from his head, fixing his hair as best as he could with his hand.

She held his gaze the entire time, the foot of the leg crossed on top of the other bounced up and down slightly. He could practically see the gears turning inside her head as silence embraced them. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was an air of something floating between them, something pleasant, but, in a way, dangerous. A different type of danger than the one the Queen had been worried about. 

Her Majesty inhaled deeply, then spoke. “I’ll be gone for a few days. Dev will stay here, so if you need anything don’t hesitate to go to him. I already asked someone to help Felix out, too”.

Chan nodded. A few seconds passed, spent just looking at her, and the Queen just looked right back at him, until a question bubbled on his tongue. “Wherever you’re going, will you be okay?”

“We’ll see”, the Queen shrugged, tapping her fingers on the armrest of the chair. She looked at him for a few bated breaths, until she spoke again. “Are you okay?”

Chan shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Just got a lot of things on my mind”

You, for starters, he thought, but he didn’t dare say it out loud.

Her Majesty hummed in understanding. She trained her gaze on him again, Chan could see the way her eyes scanned his face even from a distance. For a moment, it looked like she was about to say something, but clearly decided against it, shaking her head slightly as she stood up.

“Anyway”, she placed the chair back on its original spot and then walked towards the door to swing it open. “See you in a few days”, were her last words before she left the room and closed the door behind her.

Chan’s eyes stayed glued to the door for a few moments, until he exhaled, and dropped his body on the bed. He felt relieved, at the very least, he hadn’t crossed any lines and made the Queen uncomfortable, but now a different type of worry–one unrelated to his actions–clung to his bones when he thought of her outburst.

“Ow!”

Chan, Changbin, and Felix had been working on the Big Bad Wolf for most of the afternoon. Chan had spent the time mostly crouching under the main console, fixing connections within the unit, while Felix and Changbin assisted carrying things around when the engineers working within the corridors needed an extra set of hands.

Changbin had just hit his head while he tried to pick up a box of scraps from under one of the desks in the control room. Felix had laughed at him after, only for him to turn around and hit himself against one of the open panels on the wall, which made Changbin mock him immediately, alleging ‘Karma’s a bitch’.

Chan chuckled softly from his spot on the floor. Even if he was still worried, his friends’ antics brought some semblance of comfort. He’d tried his best to calm down after his conversation with the Queen. He reached the conclusion that there was nothing much he could do… But, in a way, that was exactly the problem. He couldn’t do anything.

Talboot had been chatting his ear off all afternoon, which also helped keep his mind occupied for a bit. Chan was learning a lot from the old man, too. His numerous years of experience in the field filled him with vast amounts of knowledge, and he was more than happy to share that knowledge with Chan, which he appreciated immensely.

“Knock, knock!” The sudden voice peeled Talboot’s attention from Chan to the woman now entering the control room with a large basket nestled in her arms.

“Ah, my dear!” Talboot rushed to the woman, and took the basket from her to give her a tight hug. “Boys, this is my youngest, Jenna”, he addressed the three rebels as he placed the basket on one of the desks.

Chan recognised her as the woman he’d seen in the throne room next to Wang Eun the day they arrived, the same one that had also bested the Queen when they were in the training grounds. She was tall, much taller than all three of them–even taller than her father–with the characteristic Liralean tattoos adorning only her left arm.

They greeted her, each one providing their name with polite smiles on their faces–or, at least, Changbin and Felix did. Chan wasn’t sure his expression could’ve been considered a smile, but no one seemed to care much about it.

“I brought pastries from my sister’s bakery”, Jenna gestured to the basket on the desk. “There’s plenty for everyone”.

Chan perked up at the mention of the delicious pastries, but he decided to wait until the sudden swarm of workers around the basket dissipated to go get his fill. Changbin and Felix probably had similar thoughts as they just lingered around the control unit.

Jenna came close to them, addressing Felix with an animated tone. “I’m sure you’re aware the Queen will be absent for a few days. She’s asked me to give you a hand in her absence”.

Felix’s face lit up immediately, making Chan and Changbin exchange an amused look. “Ah, really? She did mention it. But no light magic stuff, no?”

“Nope”, she gave him an apologetic smile. “Unfortunately for you, I was the only one available. I harbour elemental magic. Earth magic to be exact, but I can show you some basics!”

“That’s great, really!” Felix was beaming, and a splitting smile spread on his face. “When can we start?”

Jenna chuckled. “I was hoping now! That’s what I came here for”. 

“Hey, boy”, Talboot spoke to Chan, pointing to the communication unit, which left Felix and Jenna’s conversation forgotten in the background. “Looks like someone’s calling”.

Changbin looked at Chan in alarm. The flashing green light of the communicator indicated an incoming call from their base. Chan thanked Talboot, and quickly connected two earpieces to the unit. He placed one in his ear and handed the other one to Changbin. It was unusual for the rest of their crew to call them first, especially at this time.

As soon as he picked up, Chan heard Jisung’s hurried words. “You guys okay?”

“We’re okay”, Changbin offered. 

“Are you?” Chan added, worry laced his words as soon as he heard the shakiness in Jisung’s voice.

Chan heard the sigh of relief on the other end, which hardly did anything to calm him. If anything, it made him worry more. “We’re okay, too”.

Jisung stayed silent for a while, which kickstarted a twitch in Chan’s left eye. “Are you going to elaborate, or are we supposed to know what's going on telepathically?” Chan kept his voice as low as he could, looking at his surroundings to make sure no one was listening to them. Felix had left with Jenna, he realised, so they would fill him in later.

“I’m not sure how to start”, Jisung sounded antsy, which immediately started the warning bells in Chan’s head. “Jaebum’s unit… They were carrying out a mission in Othem, trying to overtake one of the guard ports and…” he went silent again.

“And?” Changbin urged.

“Shit, sorry. I’m kinda nervous”, Jisung took a deep breath. Chan could see him in his mind vividly. After so many years living together, he was able to pick apart every gesture their crewmates made. When anxious, Jisung’s lower lip would quiver and his hands would fly to his face in an attempt to soothe himself. That was probably how he looked right now. “They were captured”, he said finally, with a slight tremble in his voice.

Chan and Changbin looked at each other in alarm, with their eyes wide as they scanned each other’s faces. Chan clenched his fists, trying his best to keep his tone even and his voice low to not attract attention from the workers in the room. “What happened?”

“We don’t know for sure yet”, Jisung offered, and a tired sigh resonated from Chan’s earpiece. “Dall has sent a message to all units. They’re planning a rescue mission with their own unit. Those of us who wish to collaborate are welcome to do so. Those of us who don’t want to or can’t join for one reason or another… They’re urging us to stay low and protect ourselves”.

Changbin’s fist hit the table–some workers looked at them briefly, but returned to their tasks almost immediately after. “Shit. We can’t do anything”.

“We can’t, either… The Shining Starlight isn’t fully operational yet”, Jisung sounded genuinely stressed about it.

Chan’s closed fist trembled–not out of fear, but out of anger. He was seething, the feeling was eating him alive right there where he stood. It wasn’t the first time it happened, but it also wasn’t often that one of their own got captured by the Charmer’s minions. If he recalled correctly, it had already been over a year since the last incident.

Each time something like this happened, Dall’s reaction had been the same. They informed the Alliance they would deploy their unit for a rescue mission, and requested for the rest to either assist or lay low, which was something Chan had honestly always respected from their leader. They never forced them to do anything, it was always up to each member of the Alliance to decide whether they were willing to take the risk or not.

“Jisung”, Chan’s tone surprised even himself, the dangerous evenness to it was almost fabricated, it was his own way of trying not to worry his crewmates, and it seemed to be coming out on its own at this point. He looked around him once again to make sure no one was paying attention to them. “Any information on how many members were captured and if they’re still alive?”

“Nothing, captain”, Jisung sounded defeated, which was a sentiment Chan wholeheartedly understood.

Changbin looked at Chan, a mix of anger and concern pooled in his friend’s eyes as he looked around the room. Changbin didn’t need to say anything, Chan just understood him immediately. There were too many people in the control room at this time for them to be having such a sensitive conversation.

Chan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to try to calm himself. “Jisung, we’ll call you later”.

Uneasiness clung to every fibre of his body while Chan walked aimlessly around the castle. Once all workers left the Big Bad Wolf, he and his two friends went back to contact their base again. Their other crewmates had no further news, so they just used the time to try and comfort each other.

The night was oddly quiet. There was barely any rustle of leaves or any hooting owls. Chan wasn’t sure what was causing the heavy feeling in his chest. Was it the sense of defeat from knowing his peers were more than likely fighting for their lives out there? Or was it the sudden absence of the woman that had barged into his heart and made herself at home?

When he put it into perspective, it felt silly to even be bothered by the latter. After all, the prospect of death was a much more pressing matter than his aching heart. However, he reasoned he could be afflicted by both, considering his feelings were far from logical anyway. So, with that realisation, he allowed himself to be bummed out by both, all while he tried his best to not look too miserable when he strolled around the courtyards on his own in the middle of the night.

What an odd thing to be satisfied about, he thought, kicking a pebble out of his way. But he was, truly. Hardly ever would he allow himself to feel things, he was always trying to be the best captain, the best pilot, the most calculating rebel leader… Letting himself bask in his misery was, in a way, freeing.

An unexpected light in his peripheral vision caught his attention, and his gaze moved instinctively to see who–or what–it might be. The light was partially covered by a big bear statue, he’d have to circle it to see more clearly, so, with languid steps, he made his way around it, just out of curiosity.

The large shape moving around on the grass took him aback slightly, until his eyes focused enough to see it was Freyr, His Majesty’s giant wolf. He was rolling around on the grass, much like any other canine would–much like Freyja would often do. It was almost comical, seeing the large lump of fluff rolling around as if it couldn’t kill a person in a millisecond with a snap of his jaw.

A soft chuckle passed Chan’s lips at the sight, Freyr was rather cute up close, and–just like the last time he saw him–he felt the urge to try to pet him, so he walked closer.

“Good evening, Chan”.

“Holy–”

The sudden deep voice breaking through the otherwise quiet space almost made Chan jump out of his skin. He recovered quickly, though, and addressed the source with a slight bow of his head. “Your Majesty”, he tried his best to not sound as surprised as he was, failing miserably.

The High King chuckled, clearly amused by the panicked look on Chan’s face. He swirled the glass in his hand, producing that typical tinkling sound when the ice floating in the liquid hit the glass. “What brings you around these areas at this time? Don’t you sleep?”

Don’t you? would’ve been the first thing to come out of Chan’s mouth had it been anyone else speaking with that tone. However, he already knew His Majesty to just be prickly overall, so he decided instead to not take it to heart, and to try his best to have an amicable conversation with the man. “Doesn’t seem like I do these days, Your Majesty”, Chan stuffed his hands in his pockets, confidently holding the warlock’s gaze.

The High King hummed, taking a sip of his drink and eyeing Chan over the rim of his glass. “I’m sure you’ve heard my dear sister has left for a few days”.

“I did”, Chan moved slowly, tentatively taking a seat on the farthest side of the bench, as far away from the High King as possible.

“I’d like to say I’m annoyed, but It’s only fair. I was gone for a few days, too”, His Majesty looked towards his wolf rolling around on the grass, swirling his drink. “It’s tough when she’s gone. But don’t tell her I said that”.

Chan wasn’t sure why the High King was telling him this, but he figured the man was just trying to find some common ground with him.

“You’d have to cover her duties, right?” Chan asked out of genuine curiosity, feeling no real hostility from His Majesty towards his presence.

The High King hummed in acknowledgement. “But that’s not why it’s tough. I just miss her”, his words took Chan by surprise, so much so he wasn’t able to conceal the expression on his face, which made His Majesty chuckle. “Don’t look so shocked. We fight all the time, but at the end of the day, she’s a part of me, just like I’m a part of her”, he added, sipping his drink. His words were genuine, which was a contrast to the tone he used to say them.

The sound of footsteps on the grass caught Chan’s attention. Hoseok was walking in their direction, but he stopped briefly to pet Freyr’s exposed stomach. As he resumed his walk and came close, he finally spoke. “Hello Chan”.

Chan waved at him, greeting him with a quiet ‘Hello’. Hoseok’s movements stopped once he stood in front of His Majesty, and one of his hands came up to comb the High King’s long hair. “What are you doing here?”

“Sulking”, His Majesty wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s waist, bringing him close to bury his face in his stomach.

Hoseok sighed, and a flash of concern crossed his features. He kept caressing his partner’s hair, and turned to Chan. “Has he given you trouble?”

The High King weakly whined against Hoseok’s stomach, his sounds muffled by the fabric of the Prince’s vest, which made Chan chuckle softly.

“Not at all”, and it was true. The man was prickly, sure, but he was certainly trying to have a conversation with Chan, like acquaintances.

Hoseok hummed, offering a kind smile to Chan before he patted his partner on the head. “Come on, sweetheart. Time for bed”.

His Majesty tightened his hold around Hoseok’s waist, but he didn’t make any attempts to move. Hoseok chuckled softly, ruffling the High King’s hair a bit. “Come on, darling. You can sulk in bed. I need to sleep, but I don’t want to if you aren’t there”.

His Majesty finally removed his face from Hoseok’s stomach with a dramatic sigh. “Fine”.

Hoseok removed himself from his space, and His Majesty immediately stood up and stretched his limbs before he leaned forward to place a soft peck on Hoseok’s lips. 

Chan liked Hoseok. The man was level, strong, and clearly caring towards his family. In a way, he felt jealous. Not because of his strength or his looks, but because Hoseok was able to do all the things he wished he could do–and he did them openly and confidently. He briefly wondered if at some point he’d be able to fill a similar role in the Queen’s life, just like Hoseok did in the High King’s… Would she want that?

“Thank you for listening, Chan”, His Majesty’s words brought him back from his thoughts. They felt genuine, which warmed Chan up slightly. He took a hold of Hoseok’s hand as the Prince was saying his goodbyes to Chan. ‘Time for bed’, he urged Freyr to follow them, mimicking Hoseok’s words from earlier in a slightly mocking tone, which made Hoseok chuckle. 

Chan left the place shortly after, deciding that he, too, should at least try to get some rest. As he tucked himself into bed back in his chambers, an uncomfortable feeling settled within him, and after picking at it for a few minutes, he came to an odd conclusion. 

His mind, save for his thoughts, felt quiet. The seemingly ever-present humming in his skull that started the day they had landed here was completely absent, which unsettled him immediately.

Chan didn’t like that one bit.

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#stray kids fantasy au #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan fanfiction #bang chan fic #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids fanfic

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Movie Review | Top Gun (Scott, 1986)

I rewatched the first half of this a week ago on a flight, in a 4:3 aspect ratio, horizontally squeezed (not even cropped), and still managed to enjoy myself. (The primary advantage was that Tom Cruise looked taller with the image squeezed in, or stretched vertically.) Now, on a different flight, I've managed to rewatch the rest of the movie, in a slightly more dignified cropped presentation, making time to watch the opening with Kenny Loggins' "Danger Zone" and then skipping to where I left off. This is close to an ideal way to experience the movie, as you excise much of the DOA romance between Cruise and Kelly McGillis and instead are treated to a series of flight sequences, dick swinging (not literal, although it might as well be) and pensive brooding, the movie distilled to its essence of gorgeous planes and the gorgeous men who fly them. The fighter jets glisten like the abs of the male cast in the notorious volleyball scene, always, always captured in that perfect magic hour glow.

Every image in this movie is framed and lit so immaculately that they can't help but feel loaded with meaning. And that meaning is "USA! USA!" I'm not going to wring my hands too much over the movie's politics (it's so obviously propagandistic that it seems like a waste of time to get worked up over it), but will note as I've probably done previously and certainly others have over the years, that the fact that it limits itself mostly to training sequences and refuses to clearly define the enemy means that it's more effective in that respect. One, it's a movie you feel, rather than think about, and it's easier to be moved by pure vibes than clearly articulated geopolitics. Two, the climax gets a lot less cool when you realize that it was inspired by the 1981 Gulf of Sidra incident, in which American F-14s were fired on by Su-22 Fitters belonging to Libya, a significantly less intimidating enemy than the euphemistic Soviet presence implied in this movie.

This is a problem that didn't bother Iron Eagle, released in the same year, which features an opening confrontation also inspired by the incident and later has its Gaddafi stand-in get in a fighter jet to go after the heroes. ("I am coming for you, Iron Eagle.") That movie also takes a much more hardline political stance. For all its jingoism, Top Gun concedes that naval pilots don't make geopolitical decisions. ("Now, we don't make policy here, gentlemen. Elected officials, civilians, do that. We are the instruments of that policy.") Iron Eagle explicitly decries the Reagan administration's attempt to negotiate with its enemies (full disclosure: I've paraphrased the line about holding aces and twos during work discussions) despite having praised it earlier, and insists that the only solution to such problems is to bomb our enemies back to the stone age. Diplomacy is for pussies.

I chased this with a rewatch of the sequel, and while I very much enjoy both movies, it is worth noting the differences between the two. The original was still establishing Cruise as a star, does it's darnedest to make him look as cool as possible. The sequel, well, it still makes him look pretty cool, but gives him a few self-deprecating moments and pointedly frames him against much taller actors. It also gains quite a bit of mileage from the distinct way in which Cruise has aged, as if he tried to resist wrinkles out of sheer willpower, (I'm sure there are less impressive and possibly sinister reasons for his appearance), especially compared to someone like Val Kilmer, whose appearance is a lot more frail in comparison. In the original, the bulk of the male cast had an almost uniformly sleek and handsome look, so that anyone who didn't fit into that mould, like Tom Skerritt, Michael Ironside and James Tolkan, automatically had some texture added to their performances. I think Anthony Edwards benefits a bit from that contrast as well, and this is one area where I think the sequel suffers. Edwards is almost effortlessly likable, to the point that we would be tempted to root for him even if his character were, I dunno, perpetrating sex crimes like in Revenge of the Nerds. In contrast, Miles Teller, who plays his son in the sequel, is anything but, and resembles Sean Penn more than Edwards, and the movie has to cheat to have us sympathize with him by placing Glen Powell in a heel turn. One wonders if Powell might have made a better foil for Cruise in the sequel, he's prickly in a way that brings to mind Kilmer in the original. (Really, I would have liked to see them shoehorn Edwards back, perhaps in a different role, but I'm pretty sure audiences wouldn't go for it.) I think the original has a more memorable cast on average, although I confess I still couldn't tell the difference between Hollywood and Slider and am not convinced they're not actually the same person.

The sequel is also more of a "real" movie, in that it builds its plot around a clear climactic mission and spends most of its runtime building up to it. It certainly traffics in cliches, but puts in the work to pull them off for the most part. The original's cliches are more in the form of ready made "iconic" moments, that I suppose have managed to become iconic, thanks to the forcefulness of Tony Scott's style. But it's relative inattention to plotting means that the climax is more impressive in that it manages to be visually coherent without the mission parameters having been hammered into our head or even clear geographic signifiers to orient us. But who am I to complain. They're both great action sequences, and in both cases, I was internally hooting and hollering and shedding a tear or two when the good guy planes were blowing up the bad guy planes.

#film #movie review #top gun #tony scott

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Ranking the Nine Princes of Hell from TSC from the least to most sexy

(Technically 8 cause Lucifer is just a chair but eh)

8) Coming in at dead last we have Asmodeus cause I hate this generic white man energy he’s giving here. He’s the demon of Lust cause the only way he could get bitches was by tricking and manipulating them. He’s serving Frankenstein’s Monster had a baby with a CEO from a yaoi hentai realness here. The Worst of the Demons? More like the Worst Dressed of the demons! Black tie with a white suite? 🤮Sir are you out of your goddamn mind? Did Raphael bonk you on the head until your fashion sense left? -1/10 you are simply hideous sir

7) Coming in at number 7 we have Mammon looking like Jeff Bezos’s capitalistic wet dream. How are you literally all about money but still look tacky as hell? This man shows up to the MET Gala in a tux with no effort whatsoever I can just feel it in my bones. All these eyes but you still couldn’t locate a better fit. I was gonna ask why he looks constipated but then I read the part where he eats blood and gold for every meal so he’s obviously suffering from indigestion. (And it shows king, it really shows) 0/10 - Do fucking better and get a plastic surgery or a proper diet with all the money you are hoarding up

6) At number six we’ve got Belphegor. Honestly I’d have ranked him much higher if it wasn’t for the goat skull situation going on there like what’s up with that king? Is this a political statement? Or are you just taking covid precautions? Either way I can’t rank you higher than six with that face. (Even tho the body is definitely 1. Like you mean to tell me a demon with abs like those is the demon of laziness? He ain’t lazy if he’s grinding in the gym which he apparently is cause he’s legit shredded.) also kinda cute that you were married to a mortal. Maybe if they pegged you you wouldn’t have denounced the institution of marriage. (Try it next time. I’m certainly up if you are 👀 haha jk unless 😳) 5/10 - Sorry about your goat head

5) On the position of number five we have the one and only Leviathan! He’s not a fallen angel! He’s not like other girls! He’s edgy, he’s sensitive, he’s sad, nobody understands him. He kins Ebony Dementia Darkness Raven Way. But in a sexy way. I like what you’ve done with the hair. Paired with completely black eyes he’s essentially the perfect Scene Boy™️ from back in the day. He would have been Tumblr famous. Even now he has the capacity to become one of Tumblr’s sexy man (derogatory) cause he has the same vibe as Jotun Loki. 6/10 - No Comments cause I’m worried he might actually just eat me.

4) Belial is number four cause while he’s definitely good looking there’s something about him that screams I’d Mansplain Your Own Period To You. Probably invested in Bitcoin and trying to overheat the planet to death. Not gonna lie whatever he’s doing with his hands is actually giving model, it’s giving Timothy chalamet, it’s giving white boy who paints nails and wears rings and doesn’t shut up about it. The hair is actually really cool and I wish my hair looked that effortlessly good. Whatever hair products you stole from Brad Mondo, I want some rn 😤 6.5/10 - idk still kinda basic tho

3) Moving on to the top three we have Azazel! I liked him when we saw him in TMI. He’s giving fuck boy archie andrews here. Probably says baby girl unironically. Are his pants sagging or are they two toned? That’s a secret he’ll never tell. The reason he was cast down from hell is actually because god was jealous of that one lock of hair that falls perfectly across his forehead. His nails are done, his hair is perfect, his abs look rock hard. All in all has that all-American rugged good looks to him. 7/10- red hair actually looks good on you king keep it up

2) Our runner up is none other than Astaroth! Look at that serve! Look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn’t belong on the cover of a cheap erotica novel about fallen angels!!! The glance downwards, the wings bared, the contrast of the red cloth with the black wings!! He did not come to play because for Astaroth, the world is a runaway and he’s a model. The luscious hair and the sexy torso scars truly sets this man apart. I’m not big on selling my soul but for you king, I’d fr put that shit on eBay for 50 cents. You think you were misjudged and pleads your case? Lemme be your defense attorney king, I’ll fight God in a Denny’s parking lot for you no questions asked. 9/10 - Unlike Belphegor I still believe in the institution of marriage so ahahaha 👀😌 iykwim

1) And finally our top boy from Hell is… none other than Samael himself! That cute lil feather on the hat paired with that Jack sparrow red scarf really shows he knows how to work a fit. The rolled up sleeves got me 👀 at his forearms like I’m a Victorian man seeing a bit of ankle. This demon legit looks like a man young Taylor Swift would write a song about. He’s young, he’s hip, he probably has a fashion tiktok and does mad transitions from outfit to outfit. 10/10 wouldn’t do this man’s sexiness justice cause he’s simply too sexy for such a trivial scale.

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #princes of hell #cassandra clare #shadowhunters #asmodeus #astaroth #samael #bilael #mammon #belphegor #leviathan #azazel #the mortal instruments #the infernal devices #magnus bane #jace herondale #tessa Carstairs #malec

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So Perfect 2 | J.P

Paring: Young!James Potter X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: James falls in love with a bookstore called, Lupin’s Library, and can’t believe what they’re going through. 

Preparing for a date seemed easy enough, except when it’s with a twenty-five-year-old man that already has a child. Granted, the twenty-five-year-old man was handsome, very handsome; maybe that’s what made this so hard. Every dress that she tried on didn’t seem to fit or didn’t seem to look right. 

Y/n was looking at her appearance in the mirror when a light knock was heard on her door, “Come in!”

Remus almost dropped the tea he was holding for her, “You look spiffing.”

“Spiffing?” Y/n crossed her arms with a stupid smile, “That’s all you could come up with?”

“Dashing, beautiful, gorgeous?” Remus shrugged, “I'm not good at this whole thing. ‘S why I’m into blokes, remember?”

Y/n hummed, reaching for the tea he was holding for her, “Thanks, Remmy.”

“No problem.” He replied, taking a seat on her twin bed, “So, are you excited?”

“Nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s already got a child, Rem!” Y/n said exasperated, “If this goes well, then he’ll expect me to be Harry’s stepmother, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Remus placed two hands on his shorter sister's shoulders, “You’re going to be fine. No one is more prepared for that than you are.”

“I’m regretting this.”

“If you don’t go on this date, then I’ll never call Sirius.” 

“That’s not fair!”

“It is.” Remus replied, “How about this-”

“Oh no, you only do this when you know you’ll win.” She murmured. 

Remus smirked, “If you go on this date and have fun, I’ll ask Sirius out. If you don’t go on this date at all, I’ll block his number.”

“But you and Sirius are perfect for each other.” Y/n whined, “And so are you and James.” Remus countered. 

Y/n pouted, and Remus smiled, “Now go have fun on this date. James is waiting outside.”

“Are you shitting me?!” 

Remus laughed, “Nope!”

Y/n scrambled to grab her things, and Remus watched amusedly, “You’re the worst, Rem!” She yelled as she began to leave the bookstore. 

“Love you too, sis!”

The door closed behind her, and she was releasing breaths of air. James turned to see her out of breath and a flush on her cheeks. It made him smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking too. Y/n’s hair was styled, and her dress looked dashing on her. James offered her his hand, and Y/n took it with a gentle smile. 

“Sorry for making you wait.” Y/n apologized, “Rem was no help.”

James chuckled, “It’s fine.”

James opened the car door for her, and she got in. Instantly she felt out of place. Y/n hadn’t been in a car since high school and ever since then had taken public transportation or walked. She and Remus didn’t have money for a vehicle, so they made do with what they had. The seats were black leather, and the car didn’t have a spec of dirt on it. 

He got into the driver's side of the car smoothly and took notice of Y/n’s awestruck expression, “I take it you like my car?”

“I’m sorry.” Her expression turned sheepish, “It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a car.”

James quirked an eyebrow, “Remus and I walk or ride buses to get by.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be with you for your first experience back.” They both laughed. 

It was so easy with James. Conversation flowed like water, and the air was light like clouds. His hand went from the shift to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/n’s face flushed, and James smiled genuinely. James couldn’t remember a time when a girl made his heart race and butterflies fill his stomach like this before. 

When they arrived, Y/n was starstruck. It was fancier than she thought. Her heart pounded, and insecurity filled her body. James made his way to her side of the car and opening the door for her again. He helped her out of the car and felt her hand tremble just the slightest bit. 

“You look beautiful.” James assured, “No need to be worried.”

Y/n swallowed thickly, “Hey,” James turned her face to his, “If I thought you were underdressed, I would’ve told you. You’re gorgeous, and I think you’ll be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her another one of those beautiful smiles before walking up to the hostess, “Name?”

“Should be under Potter.”

The hostess smiled, “Right this way.”

James motioned for Y/n to go first, so she followed the hostess to the table. Y/n sat down, and James sat across from her as the woman set down two menus. Maybe it was a force of habit, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes travel to everything around her. 

He smiled, slightly amused by her way of checking everything around her. It wasn’t the fanciest place that he could’ve taken her - there was much better - but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. It wasn’t pitying that drew him toward her, though. There was something about her that made him feel like a teenager again. 

The place was made of what appeared to be a dark wooden material. The lights were a dim yellow, and the tables were polished beautifully. The booths were comfy and with red cushioning. The atmosphere was cooling and dry. 

Y/n had opened her menu and began to survey it, “Pick whatever you want.” 

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “I really don’t mind-“

“This is a date.” James reminded as he held her hands from across the table, “Let me treat you so well that you a second date.”

Y/n blushed, “You’ve already done that.” 

“I have?”

“Shut up.”

James chuckled, kissing her knuckles, “Whatever you want, love.”

Half of the food on the menu Y/n hadn’t even heard of. Granted, she and Remus never really ate out much as kids. Usually, their mother - Hope - would cook them dinner as their father - Lyall - got home from work. Dinner was generally around seven-thirty or eight o’clock. 

The dinner went by gracefully, with lots of banter and getting to know each other. It wasn’t until the end of the date where James had paid despite Y/n’s efforts, and they got into the car where he had asked the dreadful question. They both sat in the parking spot when James had turned to her. 

“How do you feel about children?” James asked and quickly added, “I know that you’re good with them because of the reading on Saturdays but, I mean, about having children?”

Y/n wrung her hands, “I never really thought about it.”

“Why?”

“I have two jobs and a sick brother to take care of.”

Y/n replied, “Kids don’t really fit in. I’d also have to have a significant other to have children. Which I don’t have.”

James nodded, “Okay, but if you were to have a significant other.”

“I mean, I’d like to.” Y/n shrugged, “My life is just hectic right now. Bringing a child into this life wouldn’t be fair.”

Okay, so this isn’t going anywhere, James thought; I need to be blunt, “How would you feel about being Harry’s stepmother?”

She swallowed, “James….”

“I know that’s a hard thing to answer right now. Especially with us just getting started.” James added, “But if you aren’t interested, then this isn’t worth starting.”

“No, I know and understand.” Y/n said, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, “I’m sure it’s hard to find someone, you know, already having a kid and all.”

James nodded. 

“I’d love to be Harry’s stepmother.” Y/n replied as James’ face lit up, “But I still have the bookstore, the bar, and Remus to take care of as well. It’ll be stressful.” 

“I’m not asking you to be a stay-at-home mother.” James chuckled, “I’m just asking that at the end of the day, you come home to us.”

“And hopefully,” James smiled sheepishly, “Sirius can knock Remus off your list.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hopefully. Remus is a handful.”

“He seems nice.” 

She snorted, “Until you officially meet him.”

“Well then,” James smiled, taking her hand in his as he began moving the car, “Looks like we’ll be having double dates.”

Y/n squeezed his hand as he began to drive. The car drove effortlessly over the unpaved roads. Light music played in the background. The sky was a beautiful blue littered with sparkling white specks. The moon was crescent and barely a sliver. James had gotten to a stoplight when he spoke up again. 

“My house or yours?”

“Whichever.” 

James smiled and turned the wheel to the left, “Okay.”

It didn’t take long to realize that they were going to his house. His neighborhood was much different than hers. Granted, she lived on top of a bookshop, but it was still different. James lived in the suburbs. The houses were breathtaking, and the streets looked clean. Asphalt roads were freshly paved, and sidewalks looked new. The homes were family-sized, but they looked ginormous compared to her and Remus’ studio apartment only suited for one. 

James pulled into the driveway, and Y/n was flabbergasted. It was a two-story house, mostly white concrete, and the accents were a dark brown color. The grass was freshly cut, and the vegetation was trimmed. The backyard appeared to have a pool and a patio area, but Y/n could barely tell over the solid fence. 

His keys jingled as he placed the key into the slot and the door opened with ease. Gently, he motioned her to go first. The floors were dark oak wood, seemingly similar to the dark paint on the accents of the house. Everything was so clean, exactly like the car, not a spec of dust laid on the surfaces. 

A movie was playing on the television in the room on the right. The kitchen was on the left, and the sitting table was in the room beside it. James shut the door behind him, locking it. He took off his coat and shoes, placing them at the front door. He smiled. 

“I take it you like the house?”

“It’s beautiful.”

James smiled, walking to the kitchen, and Y/n took off her shoes before following him. He sighed when he opened the fridge, and Y/n had taken a seat at the barstool in front of the island. James picked up an empty bottle of wine that was still residing in the fridge. 

“You keep empty bottles of wine in the fridge?” Y/n questioned as James rubbed his face with his hands. 

“No. Bad habit of Sirius’.”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “He lives here?”

“He acts as he does.” James muttered as he recycled the empty bottle, “But no, Sirius lives a couple of doors down. But I feel like he should be paying rent here.”

Y/n laughed, “Regardless, I’ve known him since elementary school, so he’s like my brother. Harry calls him uncle and everything.”

“That’s adorable.” Y/n said, “Do you have any actual siblings?”

“Nope. Jus’ me.” He answered, motioning to himself, “Sirius has a younger brother named Regulus.”

“His parents obsessed with constellations or something?”

“Supposedly.”

“Where is Harry now?” 

“With Sirius.” James replied, taking out a full bottle of wine, “Told him I might get him tonight or might not.”

Y/n took the glass of wine he offered her with a smile, “Mind if I ask why the tv was left on?”

“My cat.”

“Cat?”

“Technically, not mine.” James explained, “It’s my ex-fiancées, but she left him here, so he’s mine now.”

“And your cat likes the tv?”

James nodded, “What's his name?”

“Moony.”

“Moony?”

“Yeah. Harry named him actually.”

Y/n smiled. They continued to talk, and the night kept going on by. It was well past midnight when James drove her back home to her shared apartment. The car ride was silent, primarily with music playing lightly in the background once again. He walked her to the door of the bookstore before bidding her goodnight. 

Gently James pressed his lips to her forehead, “Goodnight, get some sleep.”

“You too…” Y/n muttered, blushing as she walked into the bookstore. 

She hadn’t even made it up the steps when Remus began talking, “Had a good night, I presume?”

“You’re a dick, ya know?”

He smirked and closed his book with a thud, “Runs in the family.”

Y/n gasped playfully, “You ass!”

Remus chuckled as they both walked up the steps, “Seriously though, good night?”

“Yeah, really good night.”

#James x you #James x y/n #James x reader #James Potter x you #James Potter x reader #James Potter x y/n #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #sirius black #brother remus lupin #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders fluff #marauders x reader #marauder #muggle au #harry potter #child harry potter #lily evans #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine

[hopelesshawks]

Can I request a Compress x Reader? Babytrapping + Breeding?

Ohhh interesting, of course you can! I rarely write for the villains so this will be fun. You didn’t specify but because baby trapping I did fem!reader. I also just realized you might’ve meant reader baby trapping Compress but I wrote Compress baby trapping reader so I hope that’s what you wanted 😅

The following request contains dark content. Check the warnings before reading

Warnings for vomiting, pregnancy, manipulation, non-violent sexual assault (baby trapping), breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), minor dumbification? (reader is very no thoughts, head empty during the smut), minor size kink, minor pain kink

Three years.

Three years together and yet you never would’ve guessed that your boyfriend is the notorious Mr. Compress of League of Villains infamy.

You first met Atsuhiro while working at a hole in the wall theater company. He came up to you after performing one night and had been so effortlessly charming that you’d instantly been put under his spell. He was more intelligent than all of your exes combined and could make you laugh like no one else could. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall totally and completely for the charming man you met that night.

But all of that came crashing down around you when he came home from a “business trip” with a prosthetic arm and no amount of half-assed excuses about an accident on stage could assuage your suspicions. He managed to dodge a confrontation with you for almost a week before you’d finally put the final pieces together and went to him to demand an explanation.

“You’re a terrorist Atsu!”

“That’s just what the heroes want you to think my love, don’t fall for their propaganda.”

“It’s not propaganda it’s just a fact! People have died because of your actions!”

“And how many more have suffered or died because of heroes and the society they created.”

“You’re deflecting. I have always indulged your rants about hero society but this is too far! The man I fell in love with would never stoop to this level!”

Atsuhiro crosses the room to you in two quick strides, cradling your face gently with his hand while you feel the cool metal of his other find your hip, fingers slipping under your shirt.

“I’m still the man you fell in love with (y/n), I can assure you of that,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How could that possibly be?”

“Let me show you.”

He pulls you into a gentle kiss, reassuring in its care. As his lips move against yours, gently coaxing them to open so he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue inside, you struggle to maintain your earlier anger. It’s a distraction and you know it is but it’s hard to resist as he starts to move you both back towards your bedroom. He makes quick work of your clothes and by the time your back hits the plush of your mattress you’re both already naked. His mouth finally releases yours to travel down your body, leaving bruises in his wake as he marks you as his.

“Atsu, wait we should, ah-” you start but he quickly shushes you before licking a long stripe up your waiting sex.

“Just relax Angel, let me take care of you. Let your thoughts drift away,” he all but purrs.

You try to focus on the conversation you know the two of you need to have but it slips from your fingers like grains of sand as he brings one hand to your swollen clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Your hands tighten in the sheets as he draws a low, keening whine out of you. His hazel eyes dance with smug satisfaction as he watches you try and fail to form a coherent thought. He doesn’t let up the pressure on your clit for even a moment as he drops his mouth to your waiting cunt and plunges his tongue inside. Your hand flies down to his curly hair on impulse, tangling in the brown locks and gripping tight. Your nails scratch along his scalp and your tight grip tugs at the roots of his hair but he loves the pain of it, knows it’s a sign he’s doing well as he brings up his free hand to add two fingers inside you as well. After so long together he knows your body just as well as you do and it takes no time at all for him to find that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your climax builds and builds until you finally crash through the peaks of your pleasure, walls fluttering around your lover’s tongue and fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You’ve barely had time to recover from your orgasm before you can feel his erection pressing at your entrance. “W-wait, Atsu, condom,” you pant, shifting in the bed to reach for the bedside drawer but Atsuhiro stops you. “We don’t need it baby, wanna feel closer to you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your face as he eases you back down to laying flat on the bed. “But what if-” “You’re on birth control right?” he cuts you off. “I mean yea but-” “Then it’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Any further protests you might’ve had are immediately silenced as a snap of your boyfriend’s hips has the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. You gasp as your body attempts to adjust to his girth. “You’re taking me so well baby, isn’t this so much better? Feel how close we are. Nothing between us, just as it should be,” he coos and it does feel good, good enough that despite the voice in your head telling you you should be cautious, you only nod and beg for more. The grin Atsuhiro gives you is almost blinding right before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as he slowly withdraws his hard cock before pushing back inside you again. You whimper and whine into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. Eventually he leans back and away from you, shifting your hips so he can plunge himself in deeper, but with his lips no longer occupied with yours he’s free to let his thoughts spill out and into the room:

“Gonna fill you up so well, fuck, my beautiful Angel.”

“You and me forever baby, gonna look so good round with my kids.”

“Taking my cock so well, can’t wait until you’re full of my seed.”

The words wash over you but barely register. There’s no room in your brain left for anything else as Atsuhiro takes over every corner of it. Language becomes a foreign concept to you, barely able to articulate your own pleasure in more than the sinful sounds dripping from your lips, let alone trying to process your boyfriend’s ramblings. His thrusts start getting sloppier as he brings one hand between you both to stroke your clit and push you over the edge with him. “I’m so close angel, I’m so close. Cum with me. Want you to finish with me while I stuff you full of my cum,” he pants and all you can do is nod as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. As you clench harder around him he goes toppling over the edge first, crying out your name as he spills his load inside you. You never would’ve anticipated enjoying it so much but it’s that feeling that sends you over the edge, falling apart around his cock as he finishes filling you with his cum.

He helps you come down from your high with sweet kisses and whispered words of encouragement, but as the haze of lust fades, you start to remember the fight you both were having before. As much as you would like for this to be the kind of thing you can just kiss and make up over, it’s not and you know it’s a conversation that needs to be finished. Looking at your boyfriend as he settles more comfortably on top of you though, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment. Sleep is weighing heavy on your eyelids anyway so you resolve yourself to bring it up the next day.

Except the next day ends the same way.

And the day after that.

And the day after that…

Every time you try to bring back up Atsuhiro’s secret double life as Mr. Compress he manages to distract you just long enough to get you back into bed. At first you tell yourself it’s not a big deal that the conversation’s been delayed a couple days, but then it turns into a week. A week of very hot sex, mind you, but if the existence of Atsuhiro’s double life was a red flag then certainly his insistence on avoiding discussing it is an even larger one. After two weeks you finally resolve yourself to talking to him the next morning over breakfast, no distractions and no avoiding the issue with sex. Cooking helps with your nerves, giving you something to do with your hands and a task to focus on to help you ignore your roiling stomach. You end up making almost an entire breakfast buffet by the time Atsuhiro emerges from your shared bedroom to join you in the kitchen.

He barely has time to tell you good morning before you’re rushing him to the table and setting plates full of food down. You know you have to tread carefully so you use the time you both spend eating to organize your thoughts. This time for sure you’ll talk to him. You finally open your mouth to confront Atsuhiro once and for all but as you feel bile start to crawl up your throat what comes out instead is “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

No sooner have you said the words are you shoving away from the table and rushing into the nearest bathroom. You get to the toilet just in time, fingers clutching the rim of the bowl as you violently eject the contents of your stomach into the water below. It burns your throat coming up and your eyes sting, but a warm, comforting presence is by your side in an instant, one hand coming up to rub your back gently as the other pulls your hair away from your face. Only once your stomach is thoroughly emptied does the heaving finally stop and you’re able to sit back and catch your breath. “Are you ok my love? What’s wrong?” Atsuhiro asks with gentle care as he pulls you close. You shake your head, unsure yourself of what had turned your stomach. Sure, you were nervous to talk to Atsuhiro but not that nervous. It can’t have been something you ate since all you’d had was the breakfast you made and you know everything was cooked properly. You rack your brain for an answer only to go rigid when you start to settle on one.

“Atsu what’s the date?”

“The 22nd baby, why?”

Your blood runs cold.

You’d been so preoccupied with figuring out things with Atsuhiro that you hadn’t even noticed how much time was slipping past but there’s no doubt about it. Your period is two weeks late.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” you whisper. No way in hell you’ll leave this up to a drugstore test. There must be another explanation for your sudden nausea. Sure, you and Atsuhiro had pretty much abandoned condoms. Every time you started to reach for one, he’d remind you how good it felt not to use one the first time and convince you to forgo it again. But you’re on birth control! This isn’t supposed to be possible.

God bless him, Atsuhiro doesn’t press you any further on why exactly you want to go to the doctor instead of trying to find something at home to settle your stomach. He simply helps you off the floor and then grabs the keys to your car so he can drive you to the doctor himself. You’re incredibly grateful that he doesn’t seem to share your nerves. He’s a calming presence next to you as your anxiety kicks into overdrive.

You’d asked Atsuhiro to take a seat without you while you checked into the urgent care. You didn’t want him to hear you describe your symptoms to the nurse waiting there. The kind woman immediately suspects the same thing you do and leads you to the bathroom so you can pee in a cup. She’s sympathetic and reassuring as she tells you to return to the waiting room while the doctor runs the pregnancy test but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. The air in the waiting room feels oppressive and when your name is finally called to go back and see the doctor, Atsuhiro’s hand in yours is probably the only thing that keeps you grounded. You take a seat on the examination table and instead of moving to sit down in one of the chairs in the room, Atsu stays by your side, whispering reassurances into your ear. “Whatever’s going on I’m here for you my love.”

The doctor strides into the room shortly afterwards, greeting you warmly even if somewhat absentmindedly as she moves to the computer to check for your details. She confirms your date of birth and then after scrolling for a bit her eyes finally land on the results of your test. She smiles and your heart sinks. “Well it looks like congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant!” she exclaims, beaming at you. A lump forms in your throat as tears threaten to fall, anxiety making your hands shake as the weight of the situation starts to crash down on you. The doctor misinterprets your reaction and as she leaves the room to get you pamphlets on what to expect and how best to take care of yourself during your pregnancy, her reassuring words that promise you’ll make a great mother are anything but.

As soon as the doctor leaves the room you break, tears cascading down your cheeks as your chest heaves. Atsuhiro pulls you into his embrace, letting you fall apart in his arms as you come to terms with the news. “I’m not ready to be a mom, I can’t do it on my own,” you cry, hands clenching onto his shirt. “I know my love, I know, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have me. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he assures you, pulling you in even closer.

As you continue to cry into his chest, murmuring hiccuping thank you’s between heaving sobs, Atsuhiro can’t help but smile to himself.

He’ll have to remember to thank Dr. Garaki for the fake birth control pills later.

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Cardio

Pairing: Boxer!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You happen to interrupt Bucky’s workout, but he intends to get his cardio in one way or another.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Vaginal Penetration, Dirty Talk, Size Kink, Oral (F-receiving), Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 2.1K

A/n: Just thought I’d drop this off between parts of all the shit I’m working on. Also got an angsty oneshot in the works that I really enjoyed writing. And an idea for another series that may or may not break your hearts uwu

~*~

Sweat drips from his entire body as he mercilessly beats the bag in front of himself, fists landing punch after calculated punch.

His focus is completely on the task at hand, so he doesn’t notice the way you’re squirming on the bench, thighs squeezed together tightly.

“You’re doin’ good, Pal. Gonna be ready for the fight in no time.” Bucky grabs the bag to still it, glancing over at his trainer and best friend with a sweaty grin.

“I’d better be. Or else I’ll have to fire your no-good ass.” Steve chuckles, his gaze fluttering over to you for a moment before a wide grin spreads across his face.

“You uh, you’ve got a visitor.” Bucky whips around in confusion, the expression melting away as adoration takes its place.

“Hey, doll. Didn’t expect to see you so early.” You push yourself to your feet and walk over to him, hoping you’re not walking funny, but every step sends tingles straight to your core.

“Yeah, thought I might drop by a little early, see if I could talk you into takin’ a break.” Your hands find his sweaty chest, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you look up at him with dark eyes.

He swallows hard, blood rushing south, then glances over at Steve.

“You uh, wanna give us about half an hour?” The blond groans, shaking his head and grabbing his gym bag.

“Last time you said half an hour I came back and got scarred for life.” The brunet only grins, his large hands coming to rest under your thighs, hoisting you up effortlessly.

You squeal, locking your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Fine. An hour to be safe. Maybe more. Just knock when you come back and lock the door on your way out.”

Steve mumbles something under his breath but does as requested.

“Always up to no good, huh?” You grin innocently, leaning in to peck his lips.

“It’s not my fault. You just look so good when you get all sweaty and angry. And watching the way you move... you could tear me apart, Bucky. And I love that. You’re so big and... beefy.” He laughs, shaking his head and walking towards the nearest wall.

“Yeah, I’m big. M’always worried I’m gonna split you in half, little doll. You’re so tiny, that little pussy so tight and so small. But you take me good and deep every time.” You nod desperately, core clenching as he roughly presses you against the wall.

“M’gonna fuck your tiny little pussy right here, baby. Make you take every inch of it. You want that?” You groan, head dropping down to his shoulder. Your teeth scrape over the hot salty flesh and he can’t help but grin.

“Turn around and bend over, little dolly.” He lowers your legs to the floor gently and you do as instructed, bending at the waist and bracing your hands against the wall in front of you.

A gust of cool air hits your soaked core as he flips your dress up over your hips, a groan falling from his lips.

“Look at you, all pretty and wet for me.” His big hands grab at the backs of your thighs as he slides down to his knees, lips pressing gentle kisses to your throbbing core.

“Can’t wait to stick my cock right inside you. Gonna fill you so nice and full.”

His tongue finds your clit, massaging the little bundle of nerves for a moment before plunging into your warmth.

Your legs tremble, shocks of electricity flying from your clit to your stomach.

He moans against you, your tangy-sweet taste exploding on his tongue.

“Always taste so good, baby. So fucking good.” He stands back up, smacking his lips together for a moment before freeing his cock from his shorts and grabbing onto your hips.

The grip he has on you is so tight that it hurts, but the pain only adds to your pleasure.

He slides his thick cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick, then lines the hot tip at your entrance.

“You ready for me, pretty baby?” You nod, mewling desperately when he teases you with the tip for a few moments, just hardly pushing inside of you only to pull right back out after.

“Are you sure? Gonna take all of my fat cock in this tiny little cunt of yours? You sure you can handle it?”

“P-please. I need it.” You sound so desperate that it’s almost embarrassing, but Bucky only growls, snapping his hips forward and spearing into you with one hard thrust.

There’s an audible slush of your slick, and your sharp intake of breath as he stretches you out, just like he promised he would.

“Fuck! Always so... so fucking tight, dolly. S’like you’re made for me... made to be broken.” A broken sound that sounds like half a sob and half a moan falls from your lips, your eyes rolling back as he presses against every sensitive spot inside of you.

“C’mon, little baby, you said you can take it. So fucking take it. Fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl. Take it deep in your tummy.” You nod, taking a few deep breaths then pushing up on your toes to allow him to hit deeper.

You slowly pull your hips forward, whimpering at the new emptiness before pushing back on him again.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, dolly. C’mon, I know you can take it.”

He braces one of his hands against the wall above your head, the other coming to rest on your lower back as he watches you slowly move back and forth on his cock.

“I-I can’t... s’too big,” you whine, arching your back as he hits a particularly tender spot inside of you.

“C’mon stupid dolly, I know you can do it. Or do I need to fuck you? Do you need me to show you how? Huh? My dumb little baby need help getting her pussy fucked properly?” You moan and nod desperately, falling into the wall as he meets your next thrust.

“There you go, stupid baby... just like this, see?” He snaps his hips faster, watching as your ass jiggles with every thrust.

Your thighs quake, hands sliding down the wall as you start losing feeling in your toes.

“Gonna cum, sweet doll? Huh? Can you cum around my cock for me?” You nod again, gasping when he grabs at your hair, yanking your head back and fucking into you even harder.

Your eyes flutter closed, mouth dropped open in a silent scream of pleasure, his thick cock making you see stars.

“C’mon, baby... I can feel you squeezin’ me... give it to me. Daddy wants to feel you cum...”

You tremble beneath him, knees knocking together and teeth biting into your bottom lip so hard you taste blood.

Your orgasm tears through your body, hips wiggling as he fucks you through it, forcing you to take every thick inch of his cock in your spasming heat.

“There it is, pretty baby... there you go...” his hips slow, then stop, and he pulls himself free but only for a moment. Only long enough for him to flip you around and hoist you up, his arms pressed against the wall underneath your thighs, forcing you to stay pried open for him.

His gaze is stuck on your fluttering cunt, his bottom lip between his teeth as he presses his cock to you again. Your clit jumps and he chuckles, looking back up to your face.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, baby. So fucking pretty when you cum. You gonna give me another one?” You look up at him, eyes hazy and completely fucked out, and he loves it.

“Go on then, dolly. Wanna see your little baby hands put my cock in that tiny pussy. C’mon, don’t keep me waiting.” You do as instructed, chest heaving as your trembling fingers bring his hot cock to your dripping entrance.

“There you go... you ready?” You nod, eyes focused on where his huge cock is lined up between your thighs. You hold your breath, mouth falling open as he slowly pushes into you.

“Fuck... there we go, dolly.” Your head drops to his shoulder, hands balled in tiny fists against his chest as he pulls out slowly only to push back in at the same pace.

“Look at that... can fuckin’ see me in that tummy of yours. Can ya feel it? Feel my cock all up in your tummy?” You whine, nodding and following his gaze to the bulge in your lower abdomen. He pulls out then thrusts back in, your stomach bulging again.

The sight alone has a new wave of arousal crashing over you, and you press your lips together to muffle a moan.

“Don’t hide it, baby. Lemme hear you, c’mon. I wanna hear you get all messy and stupid while I fuck this tiny pussy.” You obey, a soft moan falling from your lips.

“Fuck, perfect, baby. So good. M’gonna fuck you ‘till you scream and cry, okay baby? You want that? Huh? Want daddy to fuckin’ punish your cute little pussy? Fuck you till you can’t fuckin’ walk straight? ‘Till you’re a dumb little mess on my cock?” You can’t reply, cunt clenching hard around him at his filthy words.

“Can I tell you a secret, pretty girl?” He leans closer, his lips just gently brushing the shell of your ear.

“Even if that’s not what you want, it’s what you’re gonna get.”

He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, then starts up a borderline brutal pace, his thick cock spearing in and out of your swollen cunt.

You can do nothing but grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and delicious pain.

“F-fuck!” You exclaim, head digging into the wall behind you.

“Pull your dress down, dolly. Wanna see those pretty tits.”

You comply, fingers fumbling with the buttons along the front of your dress for a moment longer than you’d like, but you eventually get them open, the dress falling aside and revealing your bouncing breasts for his hungry gaze.

His mouth latches around your nipple in an instant, and you moan, the added stimulation sending you spiralling headfirst into another intense orgasm, eyes rolling back in your head.

Your climax explodes through you, hitting you so hard that you nearly pass out, a new wet mess bursting between your thighs as you squirt around his cock.

“Fuckin’ Hell, dolly. Jesus Christ.” He doesn’t stop. No, he keeps fucking into you, his eyebrows drawn together as he punishes your poor abused pussy, forcing every thick inch of his cock into you until you swear you may tear in half.

Tears leak from your eyes, your orgasms leaving you a quivering mess for him to play with, and play with you he does.

His teeth rake over your nipple for a moment before releasing it, tongue soothing the sting then licking a trail up your neck and over your cheek, cleaning your salty tear off and grinning.

“Cryin’ for my cock, huh? My stupid dolly.” You say nothing, far too lost in the ongoing pleasure to make any kind of remark.

Your body is completely lax against the wall, the only thing keeping you up being his arms and his cock.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up with my cum, watch it slide down those pretty thighs. Fuck.” He clenches his teeth together hard and your toes curl as you feel thick bursts of warmth fill you.

His thrusts slow as your walls milk his cock, each pump sending a river of white flooding out around his cock and dripping onto the floor.

He stays like that, spearing you open and keeping his cock warm in your pussy until his head clears.

“Took me so well, princess,” he whispers, peppering kisses along your throat as he gives a few teasing thrusts, grinning at the way you whine.

“Gotta clean up your mess, baby. Go on, you know what I want you to do.” If this wasn’t a private gym, he wouldn’t make you do it, but he knows the floors are clean.

He lifts you off of his cock and sets you on your feet, watching in satisfaction as your legs tremble.

You lower yourself to your knees, tongue darting out to clean up the puddle of cum that spilled from you.

He groans, watching the creamy white create a path down your thigh, spilling from your clenching cunt. His cock hardens and he gets on his knees behind you, the hot tip pressed against your entrance.

“Stay just like that, dolly. Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

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[tteokggukk]

summer heat → jjk

–pairing: twin!jungkook x reader

–genre: fluff, mature (? but no smut), drabble, a minor attempt at humor, best friend’s twin brother type of thing

–words: 2.9k

–warnings: explicit language, sexual tension, tiny bit of humiliation, a hint of jungkook and reader having some sort of “history” if u squint hard enough

–summary: in an attempt to calm you down and prevent your mood from swinging due to the blazing heat, your best friend decides to go out and buy you some ice cream. you’re shocked, however, when he quickly returns and looks different, making you see him in an entirely new light and leaving you trying to resist the urge to give in to your raging hormones and just jump on him.

–a/n: i was thinking of this scenario in the shower but didn’t have the brain power to turn it into a full length story so i might just add this to a pile of drabbles that i may or may not develop heh + ive been in my jungkook feels too lately sigh + also this is unedited 

permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum  @mochisjoon​ @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​ 

It was a scorching hot summer’s day. Sweat was beginning to trickle down your temples and your shirt was getting stuck to your skin, causing an irking feeling of discomfort. Looking around, you quickly grabbed an empty long folder from your best friend’s messy desk and began fanning yourself to cool down. The two of you were just there, sitting in his room in a not-so-comfortable silence.

You were currently plopped down onto a chair with your legs resting on the desk in front of you, too lazy to come up with ideas to kill your boredom.

It was a tradition for your family to travel every summer and visit a new country you hadn’t been to, but this year you had to pass the plane tickets and sight-seeing due to your best friend, Junghan, asking begging you to help him out with a month-long film project. You didn’t have the heart to decline, so you told your parents you’d stay behind and help him out which resulted in you having to stay over at Junghan’s place for the rest of the summer.

You had to admit though, a small part of you felt disinclined to stay because the project sounded like it would’ve been a tedious workload, but working with your best friend was so much more fun than you’d imagined and even the project itself turned out to be enjoyable. So far, your summer break has been spent filming and hanging out with Junghan—though hanging out usually meant staying in his room and watching romcoms all day while crying over fictional characters, ranting about how you two would never meet such perfect men in real life. It was great.

Until the air conditioner broke down.

You glanced over at Junghan, who seemed to be just as spiritless as you were while he sat in front of a fan, eyes looking empty and distant.

“I told you the air conditioner needed to be fixed,” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, completely missing the harsh glare he sent you.

“I said I was gonna get it fixed,” He replies and turns back to the fan, his voice quieting down a little, “But the number for repair wouldn’t answer.”

“Right,” You muttered absent-mindedly, eyes staring at the ceiling while your mind was too busy trying to come up with suggestions to beat the heat, “We could go to the pool?”

“Closed,” Junghan grunts, “The mall?”

“As if we’d both drive in this state,” You rolled your eyes as you tried to get your shirt to stop sticking to your skin. Junghan glances over at you when he hears you grumbling, one of the many cues that you were beginning to feel peevish. Deciding that it was pointless to keep tugging on your shirt, you opt to take it off instead.

“You don’t mind do you?” You asked before completely removing your shirt, only leaving you in your bralette. Though you knew he never did because of the countless times he’s helped you change and pick out different outfits, you always asked out of politeness. Additionally, his zero interest in women made you feel much safer and comfortable enough to undress around him.

“I really don’t care,” He says and stands up. You hear him rumbling for a moment while you were neatly folding your shirt, and seconds later you recognize the jingling sound of keys.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“The nearby grocery. You’re about to get grumpy and I am not going to listen to a rambling bitch for the rest of the day,” He says, rubbing his temples as he makes his way to the door.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here?” You asked, too exhausted to even glance at him. He probably wasn’t, you only asked for the dramatic effect.

“No, dumbass. I’m just gonna go and buy ice cream. See you in a bit.”

And with that Junghan leaves and closes the door shut. Only a few minutes later after the sound of the engine had gone did you decide to exert a little effort and move over to his previous spot to sit in front of the fan, the air immediately cooling your skin. You sighed in relief and grabbed a few tissues to wipe your temples dry before grabbing your phone and texting Junghan to buy some lemonade, followed by a second text telling him you’d pay him back once he returned.

You were surprised to hear, not even ten minutes later, that the car was already back and pulling up in the driveway. It couldn’t have been Junghan’s parents as they were out working, and it was only you and Junghan around—not like you two had many friends who would come and visit. Instead of rationalizing with yourself on how Junghan came back home in supersonic speed, you decide to drop it and wait for him to come up back to his room.

Someone knocks on the door, causing your brows to furrow in confusion. Since when did Junghan knock?

“Come... in?” You answer, though it came out more as a question. Your head turns at the sound of the door opening, and your eyes widen at seeing Junghan standing by the doorframe.

Looking oddly different.

“Dude,” You stood up from your place and stared him up and down, “Is that what you were really wearing when you went out?”

His eyebrows raise in shock and you catch his eyes taking a quick glimpse from your chest before quickly looking back at the perplexed look on your face, a small smirk forming on lips. You decide to ignore it.

“What a warm ‘welcome home’,” he chuckles.

“You didn’t answer me,” you replied, still oblivious to the difference in his tone.

He was wearing an all-black ensemble—a black cap, a black leather jacket, black pants that outlined his toned thighs (how have you never noticed?), and some chunky black boots—a huge contrast to his normally colorful and baggy clothing. You were genuinely curious because you hadn’t noticed what he looked like before he left the house as you were too tired and lazy to even look up and say goodbye.

“Uh, yeah. This is what I was wearing?” He narrows one of his eyes, looking confused, “Why?”

“I don’t know… since when did you wear all black?”

“Since way back then? I don’t know,” He replies, and you now noticed how his voice was unusually low. Junghan steps inside and averts his eyes from you, looking around in his room before scrimmaging through drawers as if in search for something.

“What are you looking for?” You asked, folding your arms and following him around.

“A charger,” He replies, and a chill runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. You thought maybe you’d detect how he was just trying to change his manner of speaking, but it was effortlessly low; like he wasn’t faking it or anything. It was weird because Junghan normally sounded a little more high pitched. 

“What charger?”

“A laptop charger, mine broke,” He continues searching and not once does he meet your eyes.

“Oh okay, let me help you then,” You begin to look around and help him search, “Though I don’t know what it looks like, I’ll let you know if I see a charger.”

He looks up at you and smiles, but you don’t catch him watching you as you were already busy searching, “Thanks.”

The two of you continue searching in silence, though occasionally you’d look up and glance at Junghan. What exactly was he doing? Was this for his film? Is he supposed to be in character? This new look and manner of talking that he somehow adopted after a quick trip to the grocery store did things to you. Every time he grunted in annoyance after a failed search, something in your stomach would twist and you found yourself suddenly feeling drawn, or maybe even more than drawn, to your best friend. Your gay best friend.

You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.

Only a few minutes later did you find something that looked like a charger hiding underneath a pile of unfolded clothes before presenting it to Junghan, “Is it this?”

“Yes! Exactly that,” He jumps up from crouching over one of the drawers at the bedside and walks over to you, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t know why you took such a long time searching for something in your room, though,” You rolled your eyes.

“My room?” He smiles, voice a little deeper but with a hint of amusement.

God, you could just jump on him right now.

“Yeah?” You knit your brows, “And stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed so he was looking up at you. He leans back a bit a folds his arms, a smile still tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was the summer heat doing things to your head and making you think about all these things that you never thought you’d ever want to do with your gay best friend, but he seemed so in character it was actually beginning to bother you. What store did he go to exactly? And where the hell is the ice cream?

“That! What’s up with your voice? And your outfit? You look so different, it’s weird,” You folded your arms as if to mirror him.

“Weird, huh?” He asks and looks at his clothing before looking back at you.

“Not in a bad way. It looks good, it’s just not you,” You squirmed slightly before shaking your head to snap out of it, “I don’t know what store you went to that made you look like this—and congrats I guess, if you’re trying to switch up your fashion, but you completely missed the ice cream, so good luck trying to handle this rambling bitch.”

He laughs at the words “rambling bitch” and oh god that is not what his laughter sounded like before. When did the sound of his laugh sound so deep and sultry? You subconsciously sucked on and bit your lip at the sound of his laughter, trying your best not to visibly drool in front of him. He catches your subtle action and his brow raises at the sight.

“Despite all the things you said, you think this looks good?” A playful smile rests on his face and your heart beats erratically at his expression.

“Y-yeah, I don’t know,” You mumbled. He shifts on the edge of the bed to move closer to you.

“And because there’s no ice cream, you’re going to turn into some rambling…” He reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers feeling the skin on your exposed waist before resting his hand on your back to pull you in closer.

“…person?” he continues, brows raised and eyes staring intently at yours, not using the vulgar word you had just used to describe yourself (or the word he had just called you before he left to go to the store).

“I...um, we’ll see,” you replied, and he only chuckles deeply. Your voice had transformed into a murmuring mess and it annoyed you, but you couldn’t really do anything about it, right now he reminded you so much of—

“I think you look good too, you know. Maybe I did miss you a lot more than I thought I did,” he whispers, pulling you in even more so you were now standing between his thighs.

Missed you? After an eight minute trip to the grocery store?

You didn’t question it. Your mind was blanking out, malfunctioning, even. Here was your best friend, your gay best friend (as you had to keep reminding yourself), placing his hands on your bare skin in a way that you knew wasn’t going to turn out to be so innocent. Right now you were extremely attracted and possibly even turned on by whatever the fuck he was doing, all you could do to save yourself was blame it on the heat. Was this absolutely weird? Hell yes. Did you want to stop him? Fuck no.

Were you now completely devoid of all reason and logic?

Definitely.

Softly, he tugs on your arm and pulls you into him so you were now sitting on his lap with your hand resting on his chest. One of his hands was still attached to your waist, the other was resting itself on the bed, gripping on a blanket.

Chills run down your spine for the second time now as his mouth moves closer to your ear, “Lucky for you I know the perfect way to handle rambling bitches.”

Your breath hitches for a moment and Junghan moves back to face you, his lips grazing your cheeks a little before you meet each other’s gaze. The summer heat was definitely nothing compared to this, but you didn’t mind. Your faces were only mere centimeters apart now and you could’ve sworn he was beginning to lean in by the look in his eyes, which were now fixated on your lips.

Seriously, you could just grab him by the collar right now and speed things up. He’s the one who pulled you in first, anyway, you just wanted to get things going. Though you haven’t exactly a clue as to where this would end, you wished he would hurry up a little to find out.

But for some strange reason, your senses were enveloped with the distinct smell of a signature fragrance that you knew did not belong to Junghan and it snapped you out of your thoughts. The scent was strong enough to flash some memories back in your mind, making you frown. Did he use this perfume on purpose? Or was your mind just playing tricks on you? In a flash, you could suddenly think straight and you couldn’t help it, the moral side of your brain had turned far stronger than your currently raging hormones (thank goodness). Something was definitely off.

“But, Junghan… aren’t you… gay?” You asked, your voice trailing off a little.

His eyes widen and he pulls back from you. He stares at you for a few seconds before it hits him, and he starts erupting in laughter. You narrowed your eyes at him and got off his lap, moving over to the side and sitting beside him instead.

“Junghan?” He stresses on the name. You’re staring at him blankly now, like you knew he was just messing with you. His laughter eventually dies down and he places a hand on your thigh, though it seemed much more innocent now, “I’m so sorry, ____, you’ve got the wrong person.”

With one hand, he quickly grabs the blanket off the bed. The back of his other free hand endearingly caresses your jaw, and you notice how he lingers for a while as he moves a bit lower down to your neck—before wrapping the fabric around you and covering your whole torso with it. Your face immediately turns pink as you clutched onto the blanket to further cover yourself, feeling slightly humiliated, though you were still confused.

“Wrong person? What do you mean?”

“I was wondering why you had no shirt on, I thought that was just a regular thing for you now. But it’s probably cause you’re more comfortable around my brother, huh?”

“Your brother…?”

“Has it really been that long?” He chuckles, and instantly your mind began connecting the pieces together. Could it actually be him? You haven’t seen him in years, and no one even bothered telling you he was coming back today. No way, surely this was Junghan playing a joke on you.

“I’m not Junghan. I’m his twin brother, Jungkook. Remember?”

You hastily stood up in defense, still clutching the blanket close to your chest, “Shut the fuck up, Junghan. No one said anything about Jungkook coming back today!”

Junghan Jungkook only laughs and stands up, the melodious sound filling the room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the wide open bedroom door. 

“What a shame, but it was a surprise. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home today,” He folds his arms, “And if I am Junghan, then who is that?” He points at the doorframe and true enough, Junghan was standing there holding grocery bags in his arms wearing his usual oversized colorful jacket and khaki colored pants.

You and Junghan both looked at each other with mouths dropped down to the floor before you looked back at Jungkook, who had the same smirk tugged on his lips, clearly amused at the whole situation.

Jungkook bends forward and leans in to your face, his voice in a lower tone but still audible enough for his brother to hear, “Probably shouldn’t take your top off so leisurely around the house anymore, huh?” He grins and winks at you, causing you wince and force an awkward smile, internally cursing yourself at everything that just happened.

“Anyways, I should probably rest up in my room. See you around,” Jungkook flashes you a smile before placing a chaste kiss on your (now dry, because your body had frozen up) forehead before walking away from you, taking the charger and dangling it in his other hand. He taps his confused looking brother on the shoulder before turning his head back to take one last look at you before walking out, leaving you and Junghan staring at each other in shock.

Junghan walks in slowly and sets the bags of grocery on the floor, shutting the door behind him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asks you, eyes wide in anticipation.

Your mind replays everything that had happened between you two. Was Jungkook really just about to kiss you minutes before? Heart racing, you clutch on your chest from underneath the blanket he had covered you with. No way was Jungkook back. No way is he back and looking even more attractive than he did the last time you saw him. Not when you had just gotten over your small crush on him a couple of years ago.

The heat returns to your body, but it mainly pools on your cheeks. You look back at your best friend, but no words of explanation come up. 

“Believe me, I’m asking myself the same thing.”

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A Jealous Household | Connor Brashier

A/n: listen, I know it says y/n, but we all know it’s written about me, right? Okay, just wanna put that out there lol

Summary: Shawn and Brian want to have a party, but this party causes a few problems for Connor and y/n

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (for US standards, at least), pining

Word count: 7.5k, she’s a long one

***

“You want to have a party? When?” Y/n asks, closing her book and setting it in her lap.

“This weekend,” Shawn nods. “And it won’t be a big thing, I promise. Maybe fifteen, twenty people.”

“Thirty or forty, max,” Brian interjects.

I can’t help but laugh at that, neither can she as she says. “You know we can’t even fit thirty or forty people in the condo, right?”

“I know that, but that’s why we’ll have some of them in the backyard too.”

“So what’s the party even for?” She asks, leaning into my side. On instinct, I wrap my arm around her shoulders. 

They both shrug, “A house warming party? Does that still count if we’ve lived here for almost two months?” Shawn questions. 

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t see why we couldn’t have one. We just have to be considerate of our neighbors. And nobody’s allowed in my room. If there’s alcohol, I’m not chancing anyone going into my room for a sloppy fuck.”

Shawn laughs, “So your sloppy fuck is gonna be in Connor’s room then?”

I roll my eyes at the comment. Shawn and Brian love to tease me about my crush on y/n. They have since the beginning. Shawn’s taunts are light hearted, but they’re plentiful now that we all live together. Brian’s at times feel almost malicious. But Brian also isn’t aware that I still have a crush on her, he thinks the feeling has passed. It definitely hasn’t. If anything, being in such tight quarters with her at all times has made me like her even more. Watching her move so effortlessly around our home - seeing her do her nightly routine, watching her polish her nails every Sunday like clockwork. I have undeniably fallen even deeper in love with her in just these few short weeks we’ve lived together and it’s killing me.

It’s killing me because we still haven’t talked about what she said to me a couple weeks ago when we were falling asleep together. I don’t even know if she remembers saying what she did. And I could have misinterpreted her words, I mean, she was falling asleep, her words were slurring. I could have misunderstood. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself every time the memory pops into my head. Which is about six times a day for the past three weeks.

Y/n gasps and tosses her book at him, "Asshole!"

He laughs, picking the book up off the floor from where it ricocheted off his chest. "I'm kidding. Kidding. But it's cool?"

She shrugs, "Yeah, whatever. Go nuts."

"Yes!" Shawn pumps his fist in the air before high fiving Brian. 

"We gotta get alcohol."

"Ah, wait. Before you two go broke buying drinks for the party, remember that we have bills to pay. So save us all a headache and make it BYOB."

Brian snaps and points at her with a click of his tongue. "This is why we keep you around."

She laughs, "Oh is that why?"

"Indeed," he nods.

"Okay, well can I have my book back, please?"

"Yeah, here," Shawn leans over the coffee table to hand it to her before disappearing to his room, Brian heading to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" I ask, not looking up from my phone. I can sense that the wheels are turning in her head and she sighs dramatically.

"I don't remember which page I was on."

I force myself not to laugh. "243."

“Hmm?” She flips to that page and looks up at my side profile. “How’d you know that?”

I shrug, “I always memorize the page you’re on before you close the book, just in case.”

She smiles sheepishly and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re cute,” she whispers before turning her attention back to the page in front of her and resting her head in the crook of my neck.

I squeeze her shoulder hoping she doesn’t look up and notice the growing blush on my cheeks, “You’re cuter.”

---

“Do you have any idea who’s coming to this?” Y/n asks as we move a cooler out to the backyard.

I shake my head, “Not really. I think Matt and his girlfriend, honestly, I have no idea. It’s Shawn, so there’s bound to be more people than we’re anticipating.”

“Lots of girls then.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask, setting the cooler down, providing her with my undivided attention (which she has always had). 

“He’s making a name for himself out here. Playing a few more gigs than at home. I noticed at the last one, he’s got a few groupies.”

I chuckle, “Oh really?”

She nods, “There were like five girls there just holding onto his every word. It was actually pretty cool to watch. But he got nervous. Started fidgeting with his necklace, so I had to get him out of there, which of course resulted in death glares from his adoring fans.”

“What? What do you mean? Death glares towards you?”

Y/n laughs, fixing the collar of her shirt that’s falling off her shoulder. “Yeah. I think they thought there was more there than there is,” she shrugs, “And if looks could kill, I would be dead five times over.”

I shake my head, I don’t like that thought, and I say as much. “I don’t like that thought.”

“What? Shawn having groupies?”

“No, girls staring daggers at you because you’re friends with him.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

I know it’s not, but the thought of someone not liking her is appalling to me. “I still don’t like it.”

“Is it because if something happened to me you’d be left to live alone with Shawn and Brian? Because that would make me sad too.”

I force a laugh, “That, and I’d be bored without you.”

She nods understandingly, “I get it. I am the light of your life,” she teases.

You are, I think to myself. “Yeah, yeah,” I say instead, stepping forward, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Let’s get inside, it’s hot as hell out here.”

Shawn and Brian are sitting on the floor in front of the TV, trying to get the wifi hooked up to it. We barely got wifi installed at the beginning of the week, but we’ve all been so busy, we haven’t had the chance to get everything hooked up to it. 

“It’s not working!” Brian complains, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Well try again! That’s what the router says.” Shawn counters back.

“Let me see that,” Brian snatches the router out of his hands. “Dumbass! You’re reading me the product number! Not the fucking password!”

Y/n and I hide our faces to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter, but we both break when Shawn pouts when Brian puts the router back in his hands after successfully connecting the TV.

“Oh, what’s with the pouty face, rockstar?” y/n asks.

“Brian’s a dick,” he mutters, which causes Brian to punch his shoulder.

“Ow!” Shawn exclaims, reaching to hold his arm. “That hurt!”

“It was supposed to. Want me to do it again?”

“Craigen,” y/n shakes her head and before I can protest, she’s out of my grasp and I suddenly feel lonely without her body next to mine. “No more fighting.”

“Just one time in the face,” he tries to reason. “Just once. Come on, it’s a long time coming. I’ve wanted to punch him in the face since we were kids.”

“No,” she squats down behind Shawn, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning her head against his. I watch Shawn fall into her touch and I’m envious of him. Even though she holds onto me in the exact same way, almost daily, she isn’t right now and it makes me long for it. Especially when I watch her start to massage his scalp and he hums because her head scratches feel like you’re in heaven. “You can’t punch him in the face. That’s the money maker,” she squishes his cheeks with her free hand and speaks in a mock baby voice, “And if he’s got a black eye how will he charm girls with his pretty face tonight?”

Shawn laughs and pushes her hand away, but he reaches back and pats her calf. “Sit down,” he says and she obliges, her legs spreading and bracketing Shawn’s. He falls back into her and takes her hand that was just squeezing him and brings it to his lips to kiss her knuckles before bringing it to his hair as well. “More head scratches.”

She rolls her eyes, but continues anyway. “So fucking needy.”

He hums, “Could fall asleep like this.”

She hums too and looks up at me with a smile that melts my heart, “Connor does all the time.”

I nod, “I do. Feels good. Your hands are magic.”

“How magic? Like you could get me off in three seconds?”

“Brian!” I growl. Yep, we can always count on him to ruin the mood.

But y/n’s laughing, “I’m sure I could, I mean, if you ask your first girlfriend, you only last five so I don’t think it’ll be difficult,” she answers.

Shawn’s hysterical in y/n’s arms, as am I as I fall to the floor, clutching my stomach. But Brian? Brian is livid.

“I can’t believe she told you that! She said she wouldn’t tell anyone!”

This only makes Shawn and I laugh harder. “Wait, did that actually happen?” I ask between fits. “Craigen, come on,” I groan when he’s silent. “Five seconds?”

“It was our first time!”

“And last, apparently,” y/n comments.

“Shut up!” he groans. “Fuck, I can’t stand you.”

She nods, “I know.”

“No, but seriously, when did she tell you that?”

Y/n breaks out into a wide grin. “She didn’t. But you just did. Thanks for that.”

He’s speechless. Absolutely speechless. And his face is so red; I don’t know if it’s in anger or embarrassment, but either way, Shawn pipes up. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, my first time I only lasted like twenty seconds.”

“I lasted fifteen,” I confirm, but I immediately regret it when y/n’s face morphs into one of confusion. 

Oh, oh fuck. I never told her that I-

“Wait, you’ve had sex?”

“You didn’t know?” Shawn questions, looking back at her.

She shakes her head, “I guess not.”

I sigh and scratch the back of my head, “Yeah. It was… during that time where we weren’t really talking,” I mumble.

She nods slowly, scoffing, and I can’t quite pin her emotion, but it’s definitely a cross between anger and… is that jealousy? “Ah, good ol’ McKenzie,” she mutters under her breath. She exhales deeply out her nose and focuses her attention back to playing with Shawn’s hair. 

“I would have told-”

“We weren’t talking. I know,” she cuts me off. “And it’s none of my business. It wasn’t then, and it’s not now either.”

“Oh, right. Okay,” I nod once. “New subject.”

---

We’re tiptoeing around each other the rest of the day. Or more so, I’m tiptoeing around her. She somehow is coming off as completely unbothered, but at the same time completely bothered. I don’t know what to make of this situation. I don’t know if I should apologize for not telling her, or if she even wants me to apologize. I don’t know and it’s killing me not knowing what I can do to make this better for us tonight.

I’m helping Brian pour more ice into the cooler we have in the kitchen when she walks out of her room. “Where’s Shawn?” she asks.

I look up at her and my heart stops for a moment. She’s wearing red, my heart never knows what to do when she wears that color. Does it stop? Does it speed up? Yes. 

“He went to his car to get the beer we got this afternoon,” Brian answers, closing the lid. 

SHe nods, “I’ll go help him.”

I watch as she leaves, not taking a full breath until the door shuts behind her. 

“She still mad at you?” 

I shake my head, “I don’t know. I don’t even know if she is mad at me.”

“Well, it’s y/n. You kept something from her for almost three years. I’m willing to bet she’s a little upset.”

I sigh, “Yeah, I know. But I mean, how was I supposed to tell her. She would barely even look at me during that time, so -”

“Yeah, because McKenzie was a bitch to her. How was she supposed to look at you when she was practically threatened or called out or god know what when you weren’t listening. I’d hate to know what she actually said when none of us were there to listen.”

I exhale deeply. I know my ex was the worst to her - she’s the entire reason y/n and I weren’t talking. She told me not to hang out with her as much, so I didn’t (also because I was trying to prove to Brian that I didn’t have feelings for y/n anymore. That was a mistake.) “So, I should apologize.”

Brian shrugs, “We all know you’re gonna apologize. You can’t stand it when she’s mad at you. Honestly, we can’t either. We have no idea what to do when you two aren’t talking. And since we all live together now, it’ll be even more awkward for you two to not talk.”

I nod, “Yeah. I know. I’ll apologize later. You should go get ready. I can finish up out here.”

Brian claps my shoulder, “Thanks, man. I’ll be quick.” He disappears at the same time Shawn and y/n walk in the front door with the drinks. I make my way over to them.

“Here, let me get that for you,” I tell her, reaching to take the cases from her hands.

“Oh, it’s okay. I got it. You want these inside or out, rockstar?”

“In the fridge, in the back. Gotta keep the good stuff for us.” Shawn hands me a pottle of vodka, “Put this in the freezer? I got it for y/n, I’m gonna make her a new drink.”

“You’re gonna risk giving her alcohol poisoning?” I question, raising one eyebrow at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’ve gotten better at making drinks, dickhead.”

I laugh and hold my hands up in surrender, “Alright, sure.”

“I’m gonna put these in my room for now, and then I’m gonna get ready.”

“Brian’s in the shower, you can use my bathroom,” I say as y/n moves past us to the kitchen. 

“Good looking out, thanks.”

And now it’s just me and her. It’s like any normal day. So why is my heart beating so quickly?

I watch her move some things around in the fridge to make room for the drinks, and I can’t help but smile. “You look pretty tonight,” I tell her, leaning against the counter.

She looks over at me and smiles softly, “Thanks.”

I clear my throat, “Hey, y/n?”

“Hmm?” she turns her attention back to her task at hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asks, closing the fridge.

“For not telling you that I slept with her.”

“Oh,” she nods. “It’s fine. It really is not any of my business who you have and haven’t slept with.”

“Well maybe not, but you are my best friend, and we tell each other everything. I know if we were on better terms when you were dating Noah, you would have told me that you-”

“I didn’t tell you because we didn’t sleep together.”

“What?” I stare at her with wide eyes. 

“Noah and I didn’t sleep together.”

“But I thought-”

“You assumed. But no, it didn’t happen. I wasn’t ready. I mean, I barely let him kiss me, so how the hell was I gonna sleep with him?”

I nod because I don’t know what else to do or even say. She’s right, I just assumed that they had sex because he always had his hands all over her. I almost scoff at the thought. I hated watching him hold her in the hallway, his hands in her back pockets as he pulled her closer to him. Seeing them together everyday made my heart clench every time because it should have been me. I wonder if that’s how she felt when I had a girlfriend. 

“Look, it doesn’t matter, okay? So, let’s just drop it. It’s not like I’m mad you had sex, I was just surprised to find out this way, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I get it. And I would have told you sooner, but there really was never a time, you know? And it was just with her a couple times, nothing since.”

“Connor, you really don’t need to explain it to me. Actually, if we could just stop talking about her all together, that’d be great.”

“No, yeah. Of course. It’s dropped.”

She nods, “Okay, good. So, you should go get dressed.”

“What do you mean? I’m wearing this,”  I gesture to my torn t-shirt and my sweatpants with paint stains up and down the legs from when we painted the living room a few weeks ago. I’m totally joking, but I want to see her reaction anyway.

She looks me up and down and scoffs, “Yeah, no. Go change. You’re not wearing that.”

I pout dramatically, “Why not?”

“One, those pants are a mess. Two, you know you run hot when you drink, so why would you wear sweatpants? And three, that shirt is literally falling apart. You are not wearing that, go change.”

I can’t fight the smile that tugs at my lips because just like that we’re back to normal. “Okay, I’m going. Do you have something you’d like for me to wear?”

“Yes, your black pants with the white tank top and your peachy cream shirt. The one you wore for our graduation party.”

I nod, “Yes, ma’am. You wanna do my hair?”

“Come find me when you’re done, and I’ll see what I can do.”

---

I’m talking to my friend Will out in the backyard as the party becomes bigger than anticipated. Yeah, definitely called that situation. 

“Bro, I wish I would have saved up more so I could have gotten a place like you guys did. I emailed my roommate last week to see what he wanted to get for the dorm and he straight up said, ‘I don’t plan to be roommates long, so nothing.’”

I can’t help but laugh, “Hey, we’d take you in over Brian, but he’d throw a bitch fit.”

He laughs too, twisting the cap off his beer. “So what’s it like living with y/n? Everything good?”

“Yeah, everything’s great. She knows how to run a household. She made a chore chart that goes on the fridge. Shawn had to beg her to take it down for the party because he was embarrassed.”

“Sounds like y/n. But that’s not what I meant.”

I take a swig of my beer and shrug, “There’s nothing else to say really. She’s nice to live with.”

“No progression between you two.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right, right. Because you’re not in love with her, right.”

“Will, come on. Not tonight.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. We’re not in a teasing mood tonight.”

Or ever. Will is a great friend of mine, and I would take a bullet for him, but he asks me for y/n updates every time we’re together, and I never have any for him. When I told him we were moving in together, he was stoked, but less so when I told him we were moving with Shawn and Brian too. 

He - like Shawn - is an avid supporter of us getting together. Will found out about my so-called crush one night in high school, actually a couple weeks after my breakup with McKenzie. Y/n and I still weren’t talking. I was trying to mend things and  she was trying to push me further away. I don’t remember much of the night he found out because I got shit faced drunk, but I somehow admitted to him that I had feelings for her and he’s convinced himself that he knows the biggest secret in the world. He treats it like he holds the key to the universe. If anyone wants us together more than I do, it’s him.

“Just don’t want to risk her hearing anything,” I tell him. “I already made things awkward earlier.”

“What? How?”

I shake my head, “Let it slip that Kenz and I slept together.”

He blanches. “She didn’t know?!”

I shake my head, “No. I never found the right time to tell her. But she keeps saying it isn’t her business, so I don’t know if that means she’s hurt by it or if I’m imagining it because right now it seems like she doesn’t really care. But - I don’t know, I want her to, I guess.” 

He smirks, “She cares.”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, looking inside, lifting my bottle up to my lips, but halting when I see her standing near the sliding glass door with - “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What?” Will asks, turning toward the door. “What hap - is that? Wait, is that Noah? What is he doing here?”

My jaw clenches, just like the grip around the bottle in my hand. “Better question, why the hell is he so close to her?”

Will sucks in a breath, “Are they still friends?”

I don’t answer him because I don’t know. I’m 99% sure they aren’t, but that 1% that says yes is simply because I’m watching them right now and she’s hugging him and letting him kiss her cheek before he pulls away. “I didn’t think they were. She hasn’t brought him up since the breakup.”

I don’t take my eyes off them as I start chugging the rest of my beer. It was still pretty full, but at this moment, I need to finish it because I need something stronger. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” I mutter, tossing my bottle in the trashcan near the cooler. I walk inside, but neither of them notice me. I shake my head and walk to Shawn’s room where he hid most of the hard stuff. I find the bottle of tequila that he stashed because he knew if he put it out, it’d go fast. I twist the top off and take, maybe a little more than a shot. I cough into my elbow when I pull the bottle back because wow he got the strong stuff.

Shaking my head, I close the bottle back up and sneak out of Shawn’s room. When I enter the living room, they’re still standing there talking. Or, he’s talking, she’s nodding at something he’s saying. I click my tongue and walk into the kitchen to grab another beer. SHould I be mixing my alcohol? No, I should not. Is that going to stop me? No, it is not. 

My girl’s ex-boyfriend is over there talking to her and touching her like they’re best buds and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand him. 

I still remember the day she told us that she was going on a date with him. 

All four of us are sitting in our usual booth at the diner, everything seems to be going like it always has. Just us four, laughing and making our weekend plans. The difference though is that y/n and I aren’t sitting shoulder to shoulder right now. She’s pushed against the window, and I’m toward about as far left as I can get without it being noticeable, or falling. 

“So, we’re aiming for Saturday afternoon, right? Y/n, you’ll ride with me?” Shawn asks.

“Oh,” she sits up straight, “um, could we maybe do it on Sunday instead? I kind of already have plans on Saturday.”

“What?” Brian furrows his brows, “Without us?”

She nods, “Yeah,” she takes in a sharp breath beside me. “I um… I kinda, I have a date.”

At that exact moment, our heads whip in her direction - I’m pretty sure if I turned any faster I would have given myself whiplash.

“A date?” I ask as calmly as I can.

“With who?” Shawn questions.

She shrugs, “You know that guy Noah? I have him in like all of my AP classes? He asked me out after class this morning.”

I don’t think I can clench my jaw any harder. Noah. I hate him. I’ve never personally met him, but I hate him. “Cool,” I mutter, turning my head back to the table to reach for my drink. 

“Well?” Shawn prompts. “What are you gonna do? Where is he taking you?”

She clasps her hands in her lap and shrugs again. “I don’t know. He hasn’t told me. Said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Ooh, romantic,” Brian teases.

“You hate surprises,” I mumble into my cup.

Y/n clears her throat and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “It’s just one date. Not a big deal.”

“Okay, sure,” Brian says. “So Sunday then?”

“And you’ll tell us all about it?”

“Sure.”

There are very few times that I wish I was deaf, but that day was one of them. I didn’t sleep that whole night. I couldn’t. And the night of her date? Forget it. I was up all night wondering what was happening. Did he hold her hand? Did he hug her? Did that bastard take her first kiss? The first kiss that was supposed to belong to me? 

And right now, as I watch him reach for her elbow again, I decide, fuck it. I don’t care if I look like a jealous asshole, I’m taking my girl away from him. I stride over to them and place my hand on her hip, “Hey, baby. Can you help me find the bottle opener? I can’t remember what drawer you put it in the other day, and I think my eyes are failing me.”

She shakes her head, “Um, yeah. It should be in the drawer closest  to the fridge.”

“I checked there, please, come help me look.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Noah who is staring daggers at my hand on her hip. I smirk. “Noah, it was good catching up with you. I’ll find you later. I’m gonna help him out.”

He looks back up at her and forces a smile, “Sure. Sounds good. Save me dance?”

Over my dead body. “Come on, baby,” I say, guiding her toward the kitchen.

She steps in front of me, mumbling a couple excuse me’s to the people blocking the kitchen. Then she b-line’s to the drawer closer to the fridge, which I definitely did not check because I wasn’t really looking for the bottle opener. I just needed an excuse to get her away from Noah.

“Here,” she holds it out to me. “Wait, I thought Shawn got twist tops.” She takes the bottle from my hand and laughs, “Bub, it twists off.” She says, taking the cap off the bottle. 

“Oh,” I chuckle. I knew it was a twist top, again, I just needed an excuse to get her away. “Whoopsies?” 

She puts the bottle opener back in the drawer and leans against the counter. “You having fun?”

I shrug, “I’m alright. So um… Noah’s here.”

Y/n nods slowly, “Yeah, he is.”

“Kinda weird that he showed up after we just talked about him,” I mutter.

“Yeah, I guess. He just tagged along with one of his friends.”

I nod, “Mhm. You two looked pretty cozy.”

“Excuse me?” 

“Nothing. Just, I mean, I haven’t heard you talk about him since the breakup,” I take a sip of the beer in my hand. “I didn’t realize you two were still so close.”

She tilts her head at me, “We’re not. We were just catching up. He didn’t know that I lived here too.”

“Uh-huh, so you haven’t talked to him recently?”

She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s with the third degree, huh?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I mutter.

“No, Connor. I haven’t talked to him recently. In fact, I haven’t talked to him since the breakup. But what does that matter? Why does it matter who I do and do not talk to?”

“I just think it’s a little strange that he came here tonight.”

“Well, I didn’t invite him, if that’s what you’re insinuating. He came with a friend. He didn’t even know it was our party, or our house. He just showed up.”

“So he crashed it. Classy.”

“What is your deal?” She pushes herself off the counter and stands face to face with me, her forehead creasing as she glares at me. I want to smooth the crease and tell her not to do that because she’ll get a headache, but I refrain. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” she scoffs, “you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend! Newsflash, Connor, you’re not my boyfriend.”

I recoil, because sure I know I’m not, but the words spew from her lips like venom. “I know that.”

“Do you? Because right now it doesn’t seem like you do. Now unless I completely missed the part where you asked me to be your girlfriend, you have no right to be upset over me talking to my ex-boyfriend.”

“He was an ass to you then.”

“How would you know?! We weren’t even talking then.”

“Because you didn’t want to! I was still trying to fix things with us but you were pushing me away.”

“No, I wasn’t pushing you away. I was protecting myself from getting hurt again.”

“But it wasn’t me, that was Kenzie, and -”

She groans in frustration, “Why are we talking about her again? Why? I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

Y/n pinches the bridge of her nose. “Look, you’re my best friend, and I love you. But you have no right to be upset about Noah. You are not my boyfriend -”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because you aren’t! You like to act like you are sometimes, but you’re not.”

“Do you want me to be?!” I exclaim, setting my bottle down.

She scoffs, shaking her head. “Not like this,” she says quietly, pushing past me.

“Y/n!” I call after her, but she ignores me. I, however, can’t ignore the eyes that are on me.

---

“He’s jealous?” Alessia asks, leaning back on her hands. We’re sitting on the grass in the backyard. It’s quieter out here, and far less crowded. “Does he even have a right to be?”

“That’s what I’m saying! He’s my best friend, but sometimes he acts like he’s my boyfriend and I just - I’m over it.”

She sighs, “You’re over him acting like your boyfriend.”

“Yes,” I say.

“Because you want him to actually be your boyfriend.”

“What? No! No,” I shake my head, “that’s not it.”

Les smiles, “Honey, it’s obvious the way you two look at each other. And you can deny it because you’re best friends, you live together. You don’t want to risk the integrity of the friendship that you have. And that is totally reasonable, but you two need to discuss what you are to each other. Because it’s clear that in his mind, you’re a little bit more than just ‘best friends.’ And well, you’ve always wanted to be more, so what’s so wrong with him being that?”

I sigh and pick at the grass beside me, “I don’t know if he feels this way genuinely or if it’s because I’m closer now. We live together, it seems almost easy or convenient for him to develop some tiny crush because of the proximity.”

At this she laughs, “Oh, honey. That is definitely not it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that boy has been in love with you since before I even met you guys. It’s written all over his face and if you took a second to just stop and -”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, guys,” Shawn says, breathlessly, pushing his curls out of his face. “Y/n, Connor’s drunk off his ass, and I need your help”

I sit up, “Okay, How much did he drink?”

“Like, the entire bottle of tequila I had in my room, plus however many beers he had.”

I stand up, swatting at the backs of my legs to get off any dirt, “Is he throwing up?”

“No, he’s just asking for you.”

I nod and look back to Alessia, “We’ll talk later, Les?”

“Mhm, go take care of your boy.”

“Why did he drink so much?” I ask Shawn, following him toward the sliding glass door. 

He shrugs, “I asked him. He said you were mad at him.”

I roll my eyes, “Well yeah, he was being an ass. But it still doesn’t make sense.If he drinks every time I get upset with him, he’d be an alcoholic ”

“All I know is that he was asking for you,” Shawn says just as we find Connor sitting outside my bedroom door, nursing another beer bottle. 

I shake my head, “God, he knows not to be switching between alcohol.”

“Connor, buddy?” Shawn says, squatting down next to him. “I got her. Why don’t you give me that beer, eh?” He goes to take it from his hands, but Connor’s quick to move it, spilling a bit of it on his shirt in the process.

“No, this is mine. Get your own,” he slurs

I sigh and squat down next to him, too. “I think you’ve had enough, bub. Come on, let me have it.”

He looks at me with heavy eyes and he pouts, dramatically. “Y/n… you’re so pretty.”

“Connor,” I shake my head. 

“I love you in red. God, you look so good. Could never get,” he hiccups, “tired of looking at you.”

I blush, looking over at Shawn who’s still sitting with us. “Okay, come on. Let’s get up. We need to get you to bed.”

He nods slowly, “Whatever you want, baby.”

I take the drink out of his hand and set on the floor beside us. “Shawn, help me get him up.”

Shawn nods, “You got it.” He does most of the heavy lifting, but when Connor’s on his feet, he leans into me, hugging my waist, burying his head in my neck. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n. So sorry.”

“I know, come on now. We’re going to your room.”

He groans into my skin, but helps me and Shawn take him to his room as best as he can, only stumbling once when we round the corner. We push his bedroom door open and walk further into the room, plopping him down on the bed. 

“Thanks, Shawn. I got it from here.”

“You sure?” 

I nod, moving to grab his trash can from next to his desk. “Yeah, we’re good. Thanks for coming to get me.”

He nods, “Of course. Come get me if you need anything else.”

Connor groans as Shawn slams the door shut behind him. I sigh and move around the room, turning on his bedside lamp and going to his desk chair where his outfit from earlier is laid out. “Okay, bub, I’m gonna need you to help me out, alright? I need you to get out of your clothes, I’m gonna put you in pajamas, okay?”

He shakes his head, his pout even heavier than usual, eyes struggling to stay open. “Too tired. You do it.”

I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Of course he’s gonna be difficult right now. I shake my head, throwing his clothes beside him, “Can you stand up?”

He mumbles something incoherent, but I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere along the lines of “The room is spinning.”

“Fuck, Connor, why did you drink so much?” I grumble, moving to the floor to take his shoes off.

“You’re mad at me,” he whines.

“Yes, I am. You know your limits. What were you gonna do if this didn’t happen at the house, hmm?”

“M’sorry.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, sit up,” I reach for his hands to help pull him to a sitting position. 

He makes an unnecessary amount of groaning sounds as he moves around to accommodate me.

I push his shirt off his shoulders, it’s almost damp, he’s sweating so much. I throw it to the side, I’ll put it in the laundry room when I go get him some pain meds in a little bit. I take hold of the hem of his tank top, “Arms up,” I pat his side and he obliges, looking up at me with a sad smile on his lips. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, tossing his tank top off to the side too.

“I’m sorry I got mad earlier. About Noah.”

I shake my head, “It’s fine. Lay back, lift your hips for me.”

He lays back, but his pout still remains on his face as I lean forward to unbutton his pants.

“What now?” I question softly, pulling down his zipper, “Hips up.”

He’s looking at me with such sad eyes and it’s killing me. “This isn’t how I wanted you to undress me for the first time.”

My breath hitches, “What?”

“Wanna make love to you,” he slurs. 

I almost choke on his words, “Connor, you’re drunk,” I shake my head, pulling his pants off him and grabbing his sweats to pull up his legs instead. I decide to forgo the shirt because he’s already sweating a lot, I don't want to make him even hotter. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m gonna go get you some water and pain meds. Stay here.” I move the trash can closer to him, “The trash is right next to you if you feel like you’re gonna get sick.

I pick up his discarded clothes from the floor and walk to the door and out the room before he can say anything else he doesn’t mean. After tossing them in the hamper in the laundry room, I squeeze past the group of people still congregating in the hallway. I slip into my room and grab some of my pain meds from my book bag and quickly slip out again to head to the kitchen which is also crowded. I mumble out a general excuse me, and go to the fridge to grab Connor a bottle of water. 

On my way back, I stop and go to his bathroom which is thankfully empty, and grab a hand towel and wet it under the faucet to hopefully cool him down a bit. When I’m back in his room, he’s laying face down on his bed and I stop for a minute, admiring his smooth skin, and the way the muscles in his shoulders tense up when he moves his arm above his head. It’s not fair. No one man should look this good. 

I shake my head, focusing back on the task at hand. I close the door behind me gently. “Okay, Connor. I need you to sit up just one more time to take these pills and then you can go to bed, yeah?”

He groans, “I think I drank too much, baby,” he mumbles, pushing himself up and I'm once again in awe of how his muscles move with him. 

I scratch at my scalp and nod, holding out the pills for him. “Yeah, I think you did, too.” He takes them in his hand and I sit next to him, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to him as well.

“Thank you,” he hiccups.

“You’re welcome.” I look down at my hands as he takes the pills. He goes to hand me the water bottle back but I shake my head, “You need to drink it all. We’re trying to avoid a hangover.”

He just holds the bottle in his lap, not moving to drink anymore of it, so I look back up at him only to find him already staring at me. 

“You okay?” I ask.

He hums and reaches forward. He runs his thumb under my eye, “You got an eyelash. I got it,” he mumbles, but he keeps his hand cradling the side of my face. 

My eyes search his tired ones, they’re glossed over, but they always get that way when he drinks, making his eyes seem just a little more blue than green. 

“Have I told you tonight that you look pretty?” he asks quietly. 

“Multiple times,” I confirm. 

“Good, because you are… so, so pretty.”

I lick my lips and watch his eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back. I take in a shallow breath as he starts to lean closer. His eyes closed as his face inches toward mine. I push him back gently just before his lips have the chance to connect with mine, and I mean just before because I could feel his breath against my mouth. “What are you doing?” I question.

“I was… I was trying to kiss you. Did you, I thought you wanted to - when we were laying in bed a couple weeks ago, you said you wanted me to kiss you.”

“Well, I… Connor,” I shake my head. I didn’t think he heard me when I said that. “Not like this. Not tonight. Not when you’re drunk and not thinking clearly.” I stand up, pacing slowly in front of him. “If you’re gonna kiss me, I want you to be sober, and to actually want to do it. Not just because we got in a fight earlier. I don’t want this to be something you do now and then completely forget about or ignore, or fuck, even worse, regret in the morning. I don’t want that. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve to be led on by you again.”

“Again?” He asks, tilting his head at me. 

“Nevermind. I should go back out there, start cleaning up so it’s not so much tomorrow.”

“Wait, y/n, please. Stay here, please. Stay with me tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I won’t try anything, I promise. Please, just stay?”

I sigh, “Just until you fall asleep.”

---

It’s nearing eleven in the morning when Shawn finally retreats from his room. He’s not nearly as hungover as I bet the other boys are going to be. If he’s even hungover at all, he doesn’t seem to be. 

He leans against the counter, watching me pull my second batch of cookies from the oven. “You’re stress baking,” he observes.

I scoff, “I made muffins too,” I nod in the direction of the counter in front of him where a plate of blueberry muffins sits. 

“Ooh,” he reaches forward and takes one, “Not that I like when you’re stressed, but this my favorite of your coping mechanisms.”

“For purely selfish, I presume.”

“Of course,” he says around a mouthful of muffin. “So,” he says after he swallows. “Does this sudden urge to bake have anything to do with what happened last night with Connor?”

I tense up at the memory of Connor leaning in to kiss me. Me pushing him away. “Maybe.”

“So what did happen after I left you two?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head.

“Well, the glorious smell of our kitchen and the spotless living room say otherwise.”

I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. “He, god, he tried to kiss me.”

“What?” Shawn chokes. 

“Shh! You’ll wake them.”

“Oh please, Brain will be asleep until five. Nothing will wake him. He kissed you?! Well, how was it?”

“I said he tried. As in, I didn’t let him. I pushed him away before he could.”

“Why? Don’t you want him to?”

“Of course! But not like that! Not when he’s drunk and not himself. WHen he’s saying stupid things like he wants to make love to me, and that he wishes I was undressing him for the first time under different circumstances.”

“What? He said all of that?! Oh my god! Go, Connor!”

“No, not go Connor. Because he’s not going to remember any of this when he wakes up and I’m going to remember everything and have to pretend that he didn’t say anything or try to kiss me. And I’m stuck being led on once again, except this time he lives just down the hall and I have to see him everyday.”

Shawn sighs, “Okay, you’re right. So, what are you going to do?”

“Same thing I always do.”

He nods, “I’ll get my guitar.”

***

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