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evie-sturns · 4 months

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𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 - 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you, the sturniolos, madi and nate are all going on a roadtrip down to new jersey. execpt theres one problem, there's not enough space in the car. you're forced to sit on chris's lap for the 5 hour car ride, you just can't seem to get comfortable though.

contains: smut, teasing, dom!chris, swearing, fluff.

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the sturniolos have been my closest friends for a while, especially chris, with who ive have grown closer then ever to over the past few years. today is the day that my friend group travel down to new jersey for the summer break.

12:36pm

"y/n get your ass down here!" chris calls out from the driveway, i stumble over, clutching my baby pink suitcase with one hand as i swing open the door of chris's bedroom, which i've slept in last night.

i sprint downstairs, my suitcase smashing into walls behind me while i lock eyes with madi. i run up to her and a loud laugh escapes her mouth "oh my god your suitcase is basically bursting at the seams."

"shut up, im a chronic over-packer." i joke, walking downstairs into the driveway. matt, nick and nathan are watching chris strategically stack suitcases in the trunk. chris's tounge is slightly peaking out of his mouth as he concentrates.

"can we fit one more?" i say chirpily, walking over to the group of boys while dragging my suitcase behind me. chris takes it off me, sliding into its designated spot between the various bags.

"okay tetris king" nick scoffs, jumping in the passenger seat of the car.

before i know it, everyones piled into the car. matt in the drivers seat, nick in the passenger, madi in the far-right backseat, nathan in the middle and chris on the left backseat.

i open the door to the car, theres no more seats.

"oh fuck me." i mumble, folding my arms and waiting for someone to speak up.

"she could go ontop of the car, grip onto the windshield." matt suggests with a smirk on his face, earning a elbow to the bicep from nathan, who leans foward.

after a few more seconds of silence, i break it. "i could try fit in the trunk, theres a little room ontop of the suitcases.."

"y/n no. thats not safe, i dont care you can sit on my lap." chris says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

i nod, pursing my lips as i crawl in the car, planting myself down on chris's lap. my cheeks instantly flush.

i've never thought about chris romantically, hes always been a platonic best friend. i know he doesn't like me, he doesn't really like many girls in general.

"chris.. im gonna be too heavy." i mumble, purposley putting a small amount of my weight on his lap.

"don't be an idiot." chris chuckles, grabbing my hips and pressing me down, forcing all my weight on his lap. i clear my throat, "are you sure i don't want to squash you."

"hey, i said don't be an idiot." chris says, sitting back in the seat comfortably.

3:21pm

we've been driving for almost three hours, i've been just laying back on chris's chest, resting my head back on his shoulder with my eyes shut. nate, madi and nick have been in a debate for an hour if hot or cold pizza is better.

its been entertaining to say the least.

after nick and nate draw the debate to a close a new conversation sparks up from madi.

"have you guys ever fell off the waterslide platform?" she says, a silence fills the car.

"you know how you have to climb up stairs to get up to the waterslide, and you wait on the little platform to wait your turn to go down?" madi questions, we all nod slowly.

"yeah have you guys fell off?" madi continues.

"madi..." matt says from the front in a low voice, i can hear the smile on his face.

i errupt into giggles, my body vibrates on chris's lap as i lean foward, taking my back off of chris's chest.

everyone else in the car laughs, including chris. his lap lightly bounces up and down with each noise that comes out of his mouth, causing me to shift out of place.

i shimmy my ass back into a comfortable position on chris, an audible groan escapes his mouth, my eyebrows furrow and my head snaps back to look at chris, his cheeks are flushed, as soon as we lock eyes he looks out the window, squeezing his eyes shut out of sheer embarrassment.

"chris," i whisper, looking over my shoulder at him. "whats wrong am i too heavy.."

just then i feel something poke my upper thigh. my eyes pratically bulge out of my head as i stare at chris. everyone else in the car is too engulfed in their own conversation to notice me and him.

"im really sorry." chris squeezes out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"its just your shifting on my lap, i can ask matt to pull into a gas station and ill fix it in the bathrooms-" he rambles quietly into my ear.

"don't worry about it chris!" i say smiling, shifting side to side on his crotch while maintaining eye contact with him.

"stop that." chris mumbles, the tent in his sweatpants growing by the second.

"you like it christopher."

chris's breathing picks up, "fuck."

i press more of my weight down onto chris's bulge with a smirk, i turn back around to face the back of matt's seat, continuously grinding into chris.

i suddenly hear chris’s voice from behind me

“how much longer do you guys reckon we have left?” he asks, his voice wobbling slightly.

“honestly like 20 seconds, we’re pulling into the street now” matt awnsers from the front, him and nicks eyes still concentrated on the road ahead as madi and nate cackle with each other

i continue rubbing chris with my ass, i feel two large hands grip my hips, holding me still harshly.

i pout as i look over my shoulder at chris, his response sends chills down my back.

“i will take away your ability to walk as soon as we’re alone.” he whispers into my hair from behind me.

we swing a left into the long driveway of the beach house we’re staying at, it’s two stories and looks modern to say the least.

as soon as the car stops chris throws me off him out of the door of the vehicle, speed walking up to the front door and unlocking with the key he just retrieved from the mailbox.

i watch as he disappears inside “where the fuck is chris?” i hear nick say while pushing up the trunk door. “he had to pee really bad.” i lie, knowing he ran to the bathroom to help himself out instead.

matt hands me my suitcase with a smile, and i walk up to the front door, which is already half open from chris. i walk upstairs to the room chris and i already decided we would share, long before the road trip ever started.

im met with a double bed, along with a window with a clear view of the beach. i get changed into the sluttiest skirt i can find and a long tank top before walking downstairs, i pull my phone out of my bag to check the time.

6:13

all of my friends are playing cards around the wooden dining table, but chris is sitting on the couch alone, scrolling on his phone. a loud cheer comes from nick as he slams down his card onto the table.

i flop down next to chris, my skirt flapping up slightly. “whatcha up to?” i ask innocently, acting like i wasn’t dry humping him a hour ago.

“nothing just instagram.” he replies placing his phone down on the armrest before looking over at me, locking eyes with chris sends butterflies through my body.

chris quickly stands up, taking my hand and pulling me upstairs, he slams the door to the bedroom shut behind us

“what were you doing in the car hm?” chris taunts, grabbing my wrists and pushing me down onto the bed.

“grinding up on me, giving me a painful erection around all my friends?”

“mmhm..” i groan backwards as chris grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him as my back lays steadily on the bed.

“did i ask you to do that.” he says, staring into my eyes “or did you just wanna be fucked so badly that you couldn’t wait.”

i was in a state of shock, the good kind of shock though. my bestfriend of mutiple years has me pinned to the bed.

“gonna act like a slut, gonna be treated like one. got it?” chris mumbles, practically tearing my skirt off of my body. he yanks my panties down to my ankles in one motion.

chris pulls my body to the edge of the bed, my legs are wrapped around his waist as my heat presses lightly against his crotch. suddenly he bends down between my legs and blows cool air directly onto my sensitive clit, earning a groan of pleasure and desperation from me.

"more.." i manage to squeeze out, "you're gonna get more." chris says, standing up from between my legs and yanking down his sweatpants to his knees. "be quiet for me yeah?" he groans, rubbing his throbbing tip through my folds.

"i will stop if you get too loud okay?"

i nod frantically, spreading my legs open as far as they can go, revealing myself to chris.

his breathing picks up "ready..?" he stammers, his words incoherent.

"please.." i sigh out shakily, gripping the bedsheets in my fists so tight my knuckles grow white.

with full force chris slams inside of me, bruising my cervix. a loud yelp escapes my mouth as chris looks down at me, some-what checking if i'm okay.

i feel myself stretch around his length, the burning sensation still present. chris grips my hand, intertwining our fingers before thrusting in and out.

i feel each vein of his cock press against my insides. his thrusts grow sloppy and unhinged. strings of moans escape my mouth, chris slams his free hand over my mouth, shoving a finger inside in the process.

i clench around chris, before the knot in my stomach snaps he pulls out, "chris!" i yell in frustration, feeling empty. "shh sh." he shushes me, flipping me over onto all fours,

"quit making noises gorgeous, or none of this will happen again."

he pushes back inside of me, a familiar feeling. i let out a hum of pleasure as chris pushes on my mid back, arching my back. the sound of skin slapping fills the room as i bury my head in the pillow to muffle my sounds.

"good girl.." chris's voice his croaky, his dick twitches inside of me, signalling he's close.

i clench around him for the second time this evening, the pit in my stomach releases with a scream of his name.

chris pulls out, painting my back white "fuuckk..."

he collapses down beside me, pulling me onto his chest with a long hug. "you okay?" he whispers into my hair, his voice breathy.

i nod against his neck, he taps my hip "should we get you changed?"

i hum in response, chris sits up, holding me in a bridal position and walking over to the heaped pile of clothes on the floor, he sets me down on my feet my legs are numb and weak causing me to stumble over.

"careful there." chris laughs, holding me up. "okay, just step through.." he says, pulling my panties up my legs. the rest of my clothes follow, he steps back proudly before pulling up his sweatpants and throwing a shirt on.

"you look cute" chris smiles stupidly, nudging my elbow.

we both walk back downstairs, the rest of the group are scattered in a circle on the floor, playing monopoly. we go sit down and join our friends, the whole time chris is staring at me like he wasnt inside of me 4 minutes ago.

(2 weeks later)

it's the last day of our holiday, me and chris have had a few makeout sessions on the beach, alone. we haven't hooked up again, both realising it's too risky to do in a beach house with 4 other people in the small house.

I'm sat on the grass next to the driveway, observing as chris loads up the car strategically. before i can open my mouth to make a snarky comment about chris's concentration, matt, nick, madi and nate swing open the front door, all their bags in hand.

they all pile into the car again, chris follows, slamming the trunk door shut and jumping in, a small smirk tugs at my lips as chris pats his lap for me to sit down.

i sit down on his lap, nostalgia washes over me, remembering the outcome of last time i sat on his lap in this exact spot.

matt pulls out of the driveway,

its not even been 5 minutes and i'm already grinding on chris through his shorts.

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omfg i really hope yall liked this, i think one of my best so far, also dont come for me if new jersey isnt a beachy type state, i have NO idea about states my bad, js pretend it is.

@lovingchrissposts @lolasturniolo @ilovedasturniolos

#nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #chris x reader #christianity #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo smut

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cumulo-stratus · 10 months

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Communication Issues

(GIF NOT MINE)

Plantonic!BAU team x french!reader

Description: reader is from France and lived there until he was 11/12 and then moved to america and his first language is french. He also has a little bit of an accent. Basically reader is new to the team and it is their first late night back home on the jet with him. And basically they learn that when hes tired he reverts back to his mother tongue.

CW: possible swearing, I can't think of anything else

A/N: I'm thinking of making a series about this, like just funny scenarios related to the reader being French, if y'all have any ideas let me know! Also reader is gonna be loosely based off me when im rly tired cus i get kinda giggly/floppy/goofy. ( also sry it's short)

French, translation

3rd person POV:

after a hard, and long case the team was very ready to go home. They had found a 9 yr old girl and rescued her from a man holding her in his basement to torture her. And even though it took the profilers almost 3 full days with almost no sleep to find her. To say they were tired was understatement. It was almost 2 am when they trudged onto the plane, all tired physically and emotionally. Y/N was the last on the plane and decided to take the couch to get some sleep. Just as he was sitting down Reid plopped down next to him. (Y/N and Reid liked to sit next to each other so they could read together)

“Désolé reid, je veux lire avec toi, mais je suis trop fatigué pour ça” (sorry reid, i wanna read with you but im too tired for that) you said to him, slightly slurring your words. “Huh?” Spencer looked up at you with a small crease between his eyebrows. The switch in language caught the rest the rest of the team off guard as well (evidently by the looks on their faces) you peered at them just as perplexed and asked “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Whats wrong?).

“Dont worry guys I’ll talk to him” said spencer with a little giggle at his new friends antics. Morgan gave spencer a little knowing look and eyebrow wiggle at his conversation with Y/N, despite having no idea what they were saying. “Mon biche, tu parle français maintenant, pas anglais.” (Darling, you’re speaking french right now, not english) says spencers with a small smile. a look of understanding dawned your features and you said “je suis?! Oh c'est pas grave, Oh, tu n'as besoin que de me comprendre de toute façon.” (I am?! Thats okay, you’re the only one who needs to understand me anyways) you say with a wink ad a giggle. Spencers cheeks went red and emily gave him a questioning look. “Y/N, tu fais quoi?” (y/n, what are you doing?). you just gave him a mischievous look before putting your head on his shoulder and snuggling into him to fall asleep. The rest of the team got bored of making fun of the pair and began their own conversations or trying to sleep. But after a minute or two the team heard and hushed but strict “shhhhh!” coming from their resident genius. “You guys are so loud! hes asleep!” said spencer’s while he gestured vicariously to the sleeping figure drooped over his left side. “hush up pretty boy, your little boyfriend over theres out cold dont worry about it.” said derek with a teasing smile. spencers cheeks turned even more red than before if hat was even possible and started stuttering about the sleep man not being his boyfriend. “okay, okay, hes not your boyfriend,” said derek with his hands up in surrender after spencer kept spluttering on about y/n not being his boyfriend.

(small time skip)

As the plane landed people began packing up their things and getting ready to get off the plane. But y/n and Spencer had moved and when the team looked over they found the two agents passed out on top of each other and snoring lightly.

THE END

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x male reader #Criminal minds x French reader #Criminal minds x autistic reader #French reader #French speaking reader #bau team #Bau #Male reader #ftm reader #Spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #Spencer reid x ftm reader #Spencer reid x French reader

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heeracha · 2 years

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## end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, mental health deteriorating, lonely thoughts, i'll put it on every chap if there's anything you need to look out for.

note: hahaha im horrible, yes, delaying wob again, im so sorry. i just,,,,, idk lets say this is self-indulgent bcs fuCK its obvious im not doing too well for the past months lmAO AHHSDH,,, anyway,, yep. hope u enjoy whatever the fuck this is T_T. TAGLIST CLOSED. remember my bullshit last night about this not being as angsty as ymtm? yeah i take it back, i have the alt ending written already. HA.

tags: r.asks: eotl, eotl updates, eotl thoughts, eotl spoilers

profiles. / profiles 2.0

ep 1. — the one with the moving in (pilot).

ep 2. — the one with mommy looking for a daddy.

ep 3. — the one with too much workloads.

ep 4. — the one with donald duck.

ep 5. — the one with the hotline.

ep 6. — the one with the ppg leader, blooming.

ep 7. — the one with the style note.

ep 8. — the one with y/n's 15 minute-bf.

ep 9. — the one with reunited by peaches & herb.

ep 10. — the one with sulley and boo.

ep 11. — the one with the ghosting.

ep 12. — the one with the ghosting 2.0.

ep 13. — the one with three am bbq.

ep 14. — the one with bubs coming back.

ep 15. — the one with the cat naming.

ep 16. — the one with the lukewarm coffee.

ep 17. — the one with jay cooking his sadness away.

ep 18. — the one with the giggly simp in sunoo's dorm.

ep 19. — the one with the cream puffs request.

ep 20. — the one with jay's sweater.

ep 21. — the one after the bake sale.

ep 22. — the one with the three boxes.

ep 23. — the one where jay (almost) won.

ep 24. — the one with the backup plan.

ep 25. — the one with the rude girl and the guy with no manners.

ep 26. — the one with the sad face.

ep 27. — the one with the "you too" replies.

ep 28. — the one with the "i fell first, they never did" trope.

ep 29. — the one with jay can't because he's busy.

ep 30. — the one with sunoo blocking jay in his priv.

ep 31. — the one with sunoo leaving the group.

ep 32. — the one with jake throwing a shoe at jay.

ep 33. — the one with bubs' messages.

ep 34. — the one with bubs and honey catching up.

ep 35. — the one with jay trying to talk to y/n.

ep 36. — the one with jay's way of confessing.

ep 37. — the one with jay being so close (for the millionth time).

ep 38. — the one where honey called bubs by her real name.

ep 39. — the one with ur mom vibes.

ep 40. — the one with y/n crying for the hundredth time.

ep 41. — the one where minho gets a headache.

ep 42. — the one with sunoo becoming a caregiver.

ep 43. – the one with the letter.

ep 44. — the one with sunghoon being a drama queen.

ep 45. — the one with the matching icons.

ep 46. — the one during y/n's sad hours.

ep 47. — the one where jay doesn't care about y/n.

ep 48. — the one where jeongin spoils y/n.

ep 49. — the one where they decide they either fix it or have closure.

ep 50. — the one where everything's okay.

ep 51. — the one where minho will airfry jay and y/n.

ep 52. — the one with the ending, but not the end of the line.

alternative ending. — the one with y/n staying with jay even after the line ended.

#pls work or i will cry #Hiraya-M #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen socmed au #enhypen smau #enhypen soft hours #jay imagines #jay reactions #jay fluff #jay scenarios #jay x reader #jay smau #jay social media au #jongseong imagines

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babyhedonistt · 5 months

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Too Close to Touch // FIVE

Warning : SMUT, swearing

authors note : this took all day to finish, but I hope you guys like it🤍

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PRESENT DAY

“ There’s nothing to revisit Matt.” Noah explains in a stern whisper. Matt brings his voice down to a whisper, understanding that you were in the room right next to theirs.

“ it’s already bad enough that you both had to sign a nondisclosure agreement about your relationship but the fact that you can’t even get along for the sake of the band is really starting to take a toll on her involvement with Nick’s absence.”

Noah sighs. “It was just so sudden… I didn’t think out of everybody who knows how to play the drums that she would be the only one we would be able to use.”

Matt nods his head before scratching the back of his neck. “ I think you care for her a lot more than you let on I mean it’s written all in your music.” Noah’s color drains from his face as he stares at Matt. “ what are you talking about?” Matt raised an eyebrow before scoffing, followed by a laugh.

“ That one day in the studio? Back in the beginning of February before the death of peace of mind was released? You would not lighten up on how you wanted just pretend to sound.. do you remember that? that was not that long ago. The day we had just found out that Folio had broken his wrist.” Matt continues to point out.

“ I’m just picky about my work. I’ve always been like this.”

“ Noah, you changed the whole sound of the song.”

Noah cocks his head back and rolls his eyes. “ Look, all Im saying is that you two broke up almost three years ago. The least you could do as well as a FAVOR to your injured band mate would be to suck it up with your ex girlfriend for two more shows.” Matt pushes at Noah’s shoulder

Noah thought back to the previous night, where Y/N had made a proposal in which he wasn’t sure he agreed with.

“After the tour is done. I promise you won’t have to see me again” her voice rang in his ears.

What did she even mean?

“Come on.” Matt slaps Noah in the back with a reassuring slap. “ Get some sleep, okay? Im sure Jolly and Nick will return shortly.”

Great.

Before Noah could respond to Matt, he was already walking out of the room. Noah did not want to deal with the repercussions of an upset Ruffilo so he decided to just get into bed and pretend to be asleep until his body actually calmed down enough to. He couldn’t understand why his body was so heated, rushed with adrenaline whenever she was around him.

He just couldn’t figure out why.

Noah pulled back the covers on the bed before he snaked in and just stared at the dark ceiling after turning off the lights. His mind was scrambled. He tried sorting through his thoughts but they all just kept coming back to the one memory that suck out like a sore thumb.

Jolly and Ruffilo eventually came back to the room. Ruffilo seemed to have calmed down because the two shared a laugh when they came back.

Noah could hear the covers move from the bed next to him before he looked over and saw the two trying to sleep. His gaze wandered to the alarm clock resting on the nightstand, the bright red letters glowing in the dark room.

12:47am.

He felt a long sigh leave his mouth before he found himself throwing the covers off his body. he put on his slides and rushed out the front door of the hotel room. It didn’t take him long but eventually he found himself standing in front of yours. His mind was scattered as he mentally debated between trying the door handle or just knocking like a normal person.

Knock Knock Knock.

You jolted awake. You look over at the front door, debating whether or not the sound you just heard was real or if you were simply experiencing a weird dream. Reality was confirmed when the knock happened again, this time more assertive, and frantic.

You thought it to be Matt so you put on your flip flops before making your way to the front door, yawning and trying to wake yourself up.

“Matt?” You groan attempting to look through the peep hole. “Try again.” Noah’s raspy voice sounds on the other side of the door.

“What do you want?” You call, not opening the door. “For you to open the door.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “I promise I’m not going to kidnap you.” He states.

You turn the door knob just slightly as you peek your head out to the hallway. “what do you—“

Noah pushes his way into the hotel room and closes the door behind him. “Tell me what you want or I’m gonna fucking scream.”

“ I figured out why you make me so angry.” He bluntly stated. It takes you aback. “Well then.” You scoff.

“It’s the fact you don’t make me angry at all. You make me FRUSTRATED.”

“I don’t…” You shake your head confused.

Noah grabs your face with his hands as he starts backing you away from the door.

“You frustrate me. sexually. you arouse me. you make me crazy. you make me wild because there’s this deep, daunting fire inside of me that wants to push you out of my life so I won’t have to deal with any repercussions of wanting to kiss every bit of your body. A part of me wants to scream from the rooftops that this relationship won’t last. that it’s wrong to want my best friend’s sister. But the other part of me couldn’t care less. And this time, I want to listen to the other part of me.”

You were dumbfounded. Noah has lied to you before. Noah has looked you dead in the eyes in your past and they were filled with hatred.

This time was different. His eyes were somber. his eyes were pleading. His eyes were soft.

This was the Noah you remember.

You don’t say anything, and you latch your hands onto his wrists as he held your face and proceeded to kiss you.

He kissed you like he was hungry, like he had been starved of your touch for too long.

And he has.

His lips were soft. His large hand snaked to the base of your head as he deepened the kiss and you closed your eyes. He keeps backing you up until your legs hit the side of your bed and one of his hands holds the small of your back before resting you gently on your bed. He finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. He was warm to the touch.

“what are you thinking?” you breathed heavily, your hand falling to his chest as his eyes scanned your face, almost looking for any hints of doubt before he proceeded.

“you. i’m thinking about you. I want you, Y/N.” He moved between your legs and took your hand gently with his, snaking it down to the drawstrings of his pants. He placed your hand against his bulge, not breaking eye contact with you once. “This is how bad I want you.”

Your heart sped up and you felt hot at the touch of him beneath your hand. His erection pulsed with agony as you felt the heartbeat and blood flowing through him.

There’s just one thing stopping you.

“Noah…. I’m a virgin…”

That took him aback. He tried to hide it but you could see it in his eyes. It was silent for a minute before he nodded and sat you both up, so you were sitting in his lap.

“It’s not that I don’t want to with you Y/N.” He starts.

“We never did before.” You finish, feeling slightly embarrassed before he moves the hair from your face.

“I know I’m an asshole. but with this I don’t want to be one.” He explains, his voice still hoarse from it being nighttime.

You nod in response as you play with your fingers looking at your lap.

“but.” he states lifting your chin with his finger to make you look at him. “When the time is right. I will make it better than you have ever dreamed.”

You felt red cloud your face as he kissed your forehead. “i’m sorry. i let everything get in the way of what we had.” he apologized and you nod, exhaling.

“I hope you still mean it in the morning.”

He stares at you before biting his lower lip embarrassed. “Y/N. We can’t let Matt, Folio, or anyone know that this is happening.”

“but-“

“It will just complicate things.” he explains. “Especially with our NDA, I don’t know what could come from this with the tour still happening. Just for now okay?”

You felt dirty. Keeping the two of you a secret, especially after knowing how it would affect not only the status of the band but the relationship between the boys. Although considering how you feel about him and how he seems to feel about you……

Fuck it.

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To be continued ;)

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juyeonszn · 9 months

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BLAH BLAH

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI yk all that jazz, mature language, younghoon being stupid, one bed trope 🙀, jacob is shirtless….. that deserves its own warning tbh, reader also is topless at one point but not for the same reason, reader is down bad for cobie, dry humping ig idk if it really counts but i’m including it anyway, this is kinda tame tbh but,,, the tension is there i swear!!

SUMMARY you swore you would never make any physical contact with jacob bae ever again to protect your heart. what the hell are you supposed to do now that you’re sharing a room?

MORE HELLO!!! she is finished 😼 finished her up in a day im impressed with myself ANNSNW ANYWAYS this is a request from my 100 followers event! thank u again moni (@zzoguri) bae i hope u enjoy this 🫶🫶 prompts used are: 10, 12, 13 <3

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You know, you weren’t entirely expecting yourself to fall for Jacob Bae.

To be fair, it was very hard not to. From his infectious smile, to his genuineness, he was honestly the complete package. Even before you became friends, it was difficult to not fawn over the guy. You would see him across campus every now and then, laughing along with his friends or something of that nature, and you always felt a tiny ping in your heart.

Then came Eric Sohn and Kim Sunwoo’s annual back to school pool party.

Naturally, parties were the bane of your existence. You could never fully enjoy yourself, what with the clusters of people in one house and the strong scents of both alcohol and weed. However, one of your gal pals managed to convince you to tag along just to say you’d been to one of the infamous parties.

That was your first mistake.

Two hours into your eventual demise, you found yourself swishing around the contents of your red solo cup on the backyard patio, your friends having long disappeared. You were bored out of your mind with no one to talk to and now a near empty drink. A creak of the wooden boards behind you had you spinning around so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jacob Bae gives you a smile, stifling a laugh when you almost spill the last couple sips of your beverage. He sits himself beside you, sighing in either content or relief— to this day you’re still not sure.

“Hi, I’m Jacob,” he extends a hand towards you. “I saw you sitting out here and thought I’d introduce myself.”

Just like they say in the movies, the moment your skin comes into contact with his, there’s sparks. It’s like a jolt of electricity is running along your arm through your nervous system, shocking your brain. From that moment on, you made it a personal mission to never touch him again, out of fear it would happen every single time and you might do something extremely stupid.

Now here you are, ten months later and still just as whipped as you were day one.

Your friends dragged you on a little road-trip just to get away for a bit at the start of the summer. You were nervous thanks to the fact that a wheel spinner decided roommates and you got stuck with Jacob. If anyone asked, you’d say you were pretty good at pretending like you weren’t hopelessly in love with your friend. You looked at him normally, rather than with the want to rip his clothes off and go at it like bunnies.

“Jacob and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S— ow!” Younghoon rubs his arm where you’d just smacked him, pouting at you. “That hurt, what the fuck?”

“That was the point, bozo.” You roll your eyes, watching Jacob swimming around in the hotel pool. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them. How could someone make something so simple look so attractive?

Tonight would be a true test of faith, the ultimate challenge of whether or not you could truly resist Jacob Bae’s charms. Even if you’d stayed in the same house or same general vicinity, you always managed to dodge sharing a room. There were the few occasions you slept over at his and Sangyeon’s shared apartment, along with everyone else in your friend group. They’d both offered up their rooms for whoever wanted to bunk with them for the night since there wasn’t much room on the couches. You always picked the couch.

But there were no separate rooms keeping you apart this time. There was no couch. Just two beds and a couple feet between them. Oh God. You would be changing in the same room. Jacob Bae would be naked within your reach.

You blink away the thoughts creeping up from the back of your mind. You couldn’t have that mindset sharing a room with him. Couldn’t that be classified as immoral? Disrespectful? Your brain had to stay pure or you might not survive this trip at all.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Younghoon asks with an amused lilt to his voice. You give him a nasty side eye in return.

“I might as well have. I hope I keel over and die right now so I can join them.” You huff, your head bobbing up and down as you talk thanks to your knees under your chin.

Younghoon snorts, standing to shake his hair like a dog would after a bath. “You’ll be fine, dude. It’s not that serious honestly. Just think of this as, um, a team bonding exercise.”

“You’re a fucking clown.”

After about another hour of swimming, playing chicken, and other pool activities of that sort, the boys decide to call it a night. Thankfully so, because you had a long day of sightseeing ahead of you tomorrow. You gather your things and part ways for your respective rooms. Some were on different floors than others; you and Jacob’s for example was on the top floor. You don’t know why, but the guys were insistent on swimming first, prior to checking out your rooms.

You waddle behind him like a lost puppy, following him to the elevator. The whole ride up is silent save for the soft lo-fi beat playing over the speakers. Jacob is still very shirtless, a towel tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. What was its purpose? Couldn’t tell you since there were still droplets of water decorating his back.

Good Lord, you needed to stop staring at him, lest you wanted to go into cardiac arrest.

Your feet padding against the carpeted flooring of the hallway is the only thing you can hear all the way to your room. You even watch sheepishly as he pulls out the keycard and holds it to the sensor. It quickly flashes green and he pushes open the door.

You’re too preoccupied gawking at his back muscles again to notice he’s stopped in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He laughs that melodic laugh of his before turning around to steady you. You give him a weak smile in apology.

And then you see why he paused so abruptly.

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we do now?”

You sputter at how nonchalant he is about the situation. You glance back and forth from him to the bed and repeat, sweat forming on your palms. It was already going to be hard enough just sleeping in the same room, now you had to sleep in the same bed? You wouldn’t be surprised if you were found dead tomorrow morning.

“W-We can talk to someone at the front desk? Maybe we can get things sorted out and get a room with two beds instead?” You avoid eye contact.

“It’s too late for that. Besides, we did book these at the last minute, so they probably gave us whatever they had available.” He shrugs. His attitude is kind of pissing you off. How could he be so calm right now?

“Well— uh— um— maybe—“ Your words falter as you struggle to come up with a solution. Jacob’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

You make a sound similar to choking, your eyes widening as you process what the hell he just said. You keep blinking at him, mouth parted in astonishment? Shock? Surprise? Bewilderment? Did Jacob Bae really just say that to you?

When you don’t respond for a bit of time, he heads to the bathroom to presumably shower. You’re glued to your spot, unable to move or think. Your head felt like it was hollow, full of cotton. You had to be imagining that entire interaction. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even as the water in the bathroom floods your ears, you’re still dazed. You drag yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. You were going insane. That was the logical explanation. Your feelings for Jacob had been stuffed away for so long that you were starting to hallucinate.

Yeah, that’s what you were going with.

You were much too delusional to handle seeing him come out of the bathroom, so you decided to change while he was in there and get ready for bed. You wanted to face the other direction to curve any possible chance of driving yourself crazier. You pull off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing over your swimsuit and dig through your duffle bag for some fresh clothes. You were grateful that you didn’t let your friends peer pressure you into actually swimming, your desire to keep a healthy distance between you and Jacob overpowering wanting to join in on the fun.

As you go to untie your swim top, the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door have you tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t exactly have the best reflexes either, so you fail at catching the strings before they can fall completely. At this point, you’re frozen. You’re planted face first on the floor, topless, with the boy you’ve been thirsting over for months just feet away.

Okay, so perhaps you underestimated how long it took him to shower.

“Y/N, are you— woah—”

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Of course you’re too late and he does not heed your warning. Jacob squats next to you and you can just feel his presence. To everyone else, it’s calming. He’s the person most people go to when they have any qualms about life. He was the definition of the therapist friend. However, that was not the case right now.

His presence was intimidating and your heart was hammering in your rib cage. It was practically beating against the floor. It wouldn’t be beyond you if they heard it in the lobby. You refuse to glance over at him. This couldn’t be happening. It was seriously one unfortunate event after another.

There’s a ghost-like, feather light touch that trails the length of your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. Just like the first time, it’s like you’d been statically charged. It was as if Jacob Bae himself created electricity. A sigh leaves Jacob’s lips. “Can you look at me, pretty?”

This was something torn straight from one of your wildest dreams. His words, his actions, even the situation you were in. A singular bed that you’re forced to share. This could very well just be the universe’s way of finally giving you a win. Divine intervention did exist, after all.

A peek at Jacob’s form shows you that he’s in nothing but a towel, and it leaves little to the imagination. You swallow thickly. Your lack of cooperation has his patience wearing thin, so he takes matters into his own hands, holding himself up with said hands on either side of your head and straddling your waist.

You can feel him through his towel and the flimsy material of your swim bottoms. He’s hard, pressing into your ass like he’s the one who’s needed to have you in such a visceral way the past ten months. His sculpted chest rests on your back as he leans down, his lips coming beside your ear.

“Tell me you want me, tell me you want me as bad as I want you.” He breathes.

It’s enough motivation to flip yourself over despite being nude from the waist up. You don’t even care anymore, caution thrown into the wind. Your infatuation with Jacob Bae was already concerning, but now it was dangerous. You were getting extremely close to crossing the line you told yourself you’d never cross. But he made it so easy.

Your eyes rake his figure, from his chiseled torso that was handcrafted by the Gods to the way he unabashedly keeps his lower half pinned to yours. You almost salivate at how good this feels. But it’s not enough. You need him in ways that could only be described as carnal. You release a shaky breath when he experimentally grinds his hips.

He leans into you one more time, lips hovering your own and noses brushing. Just a few more centimeters. That’s all that it would take for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He flickers his eyes to yours and then back down, wetting his lips as he does so.

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You could’ve just spoken the words out loud, but instead you close the gap between you. Your mouths fit together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally reuniting with its set. They glide in synchrony, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and run along the expanse of his toned back. He groans when your nails graze his skin. You both part to gasp for air, lips swollen.

“That works too.”

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onmyknees4loak · 2 months

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From afar {part 2}

Neteyam x Fem!Human reader

Warnings: none (Fluff) kxanì'a = love

The next morning

im woken up by the sound of a bang and someone groaning, i get out of bed, put on my slippers and walk out of my room, then i see the cause of the noise.

lo'ak had hit his head on the door coming in, "ARE YOU OKAY!" i shout from across the room.

"yeah im good" he says i see neteyam lower his head and enter behind him. We lock eyes and he waves, i wave back then go to brush my teeth.

I spit out the toothpaste and stand back up straight and suddenly spider is behind me. "HOLY SHIT SPIDER FUCK YOU, YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME" i yell

He starts laughing like a hyena "my bad g my bad" he says after catching his breath from laughing with a smile on his face. "anyways look what i made kiri. do you think she'll like it? he asks showing me the bracelet he made kiri. "yeah its actually really cute spider".

"CMON GUYS LETS GOOO" we hear kiri yell from the other room,

"wait were are we going" i ask spider, "oh right were going flying, im so exited lets goooo" he says the last part running out of the room.

I wipe my mouth and walk out after him, the first thing i see is neteyam leaning against the wall with his jaw clenched looking at me. 'i wonder whats wrong with him' i think. we all start to walk towards the door, spider infront of me and as we get closer to the the door neteyam walks infront of me separating me from spider.

As we were walking to their ikrans i ended up walking besides neteyam neither of us were saying anything till neteyam broke the silence "what were you and spider yelling and laughing about/" he asked "oh nothing" i said back to him.

I can see his jaw clench "are you and spider a thing or something?" "ewww no why would you even think that hes basically my brother!!"i say in shock .

"so you don't like him?" he asks "god no" i laugh. I look at him and see a little smile on his face 'god he's so cute' i think to myself. "guy's were here!!" i hear kiri yell from around 12 feet infront of us. Once we all get to the ikrans i see spider go with kiri to her ikran and i stand awkwardly between lo'ak and neteyam not know who im supposed to go with, i suddenly feel an arm wrap around my upper back "she's going with me" i hear neteyam tell lo'ak. I shudder under the touch of his arm and his voice.

"ok bro fine by me" lo'ak then mounts his ikran and i walk behind neteyam to his ikran. He helps me get onto his ikran and i almost slip a little "be careful" he says with a smile, i almost get lost in his eyes till i feel him pull me up the rest of the way. I skootch up behind him "ummm where do i put my feet?" i ask him while im moving my legs trying to find a place to put them, i feel his hand grab my legs and butterflies erupt in my stomach as he moves my legs to where they need to be then he pulls his hand away and i can still feel the heat lingering on my leg.

"Hold on tight" he tells me turning back to look at me. I snake my arms around his waist and i feel him shudder from the touch i lock my fingers together holding on tight. I wonder if i should put my head on his back or if that would be pushing limits. My stomach drops as i realize what's actually about to happen I've been so nervous because i was with Neteyam but i should have been nervous about the fact I'm about to be thousands of feet in the air on an ikran.

"don't be nervous sweetheart, I got you" Neteyam says as were about to take off. 'well shit thanks a lot now I'm more nervous' is what i think but "ok" is all that comes out. I feel the ikran start flying and i squeez my eyes closed and squeez Neteyam, I hear him let out a breathy laugh.

I swear this boy will be the death of me he's just so mesmerizing. "Relax kxanì'a, open your eyes" neteyam tells me. I slowly open my eyes to be met with the most beautiful thing I've ever seen (other than Neteyam) "omg" i let out as a gasp.

We fly a little longer till kiri says we should be getting back, after we land Neteyam hops off and reaches for my hand, i give him my hand and he helps me down

" thank you Neteyam it was a lot of fun" i tell him as we began walking to the others

" you're welcome y/n". says Neteyam

The other are all ready walking with each other back to the lab so me and neteyam are walking with each other behind them. I'm swinging my arms back and forth as were walking, paying attention to the sound of the twigs snapping under our feet.

"Did you have fun kxanì'a?" neteyam breaks the silence making my heart skip a beat.

"Yes, I had so much fun it was so beautiful!" I feel my self start to get less nervous and relax.

"Yes, it is very beautiful" I feel his eyes on me as he says it and I turn my head to be met with his eyes staring down at me.

we arrive at the lab and Neteyam goes to tell me goodnight.

"Well goodni-"

"Would you like to come in?" i interrupt him, god i dont know where that came from, why would i say that, omg what if he says no????

"I would love to come in thank you" he pulls me out of my train of thought.

I open the door and we began to walk in together.

"WOAHHHHHHH where are you two going huh?" lo'ak yells dramatically from down the stairs,

"were just gonna hang out probable watch a movie" I say to just get him to leave us alone.

We finally get them to leave us alone and we walk in together "we can go to my room" i lead him tot my room, i walk in and take a seat on my bed. Neteyam comes over and has a seat besides me, the weight of him sitting on my bed makes me involuntarily lean in towards him.

The whole thing is so awkward i don't know what to say or do.

"sooo what do you want to do" i say fiddling my fingers

"I donk know baby girl your the one that invited me in" he says in a low voice making me weak in the knee's.

I can feel his eyes all over me i feel so much more exposed without my mask, i feel the pads of his fingers on the side of my face as he turns me to look at him, i can practally feel my heart about to beat out of my chest.

Im suddenly aware of every small sound in the room my shallow breathing, the fan in the corner of the room, his breath escaping his parted lips as he keeps his eyes locked on me.

his hand is still on my face, i raise my hand and place it on top of his.

I want him no forget that I need him right now.

Authors notes:

heyyy guys i hope you enjoyed part 2

part 3 will have smut so if you are not comfortable with that pls don't read it. Im also about to start a lo'ak series and would lovvee to hear yalls ideas if you have any so feel free to send me an ask

byee love yaaaa

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cassidy-sturniolo · 5 months

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don't forget me pt 1. - matt sturniolo

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: y/n x matt sturniolo 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a long awaited spring break trip to florida leads to y/n meeting what seems to be the perfect guy. the next two weeks was everything she was dreaming for, until it wasn't. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, no smut (yet)

By the time March came around I was craving some form of a break from school and the people around me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends but going on vacation and being immersed in a whole new place is euphoric. I can be whoever I want to be and act however I want because I will never interact with these people again considering im traveling hundreds or even thousands of miles from my home. That’s why I loved vacation so much, for two weeks I could pretend to live a different life and be a different person, at least thats what I thought until I met him.

Ever since we arrived in Florida, the only thing on my mind has been the beach. I was dying to feel the warmth of the sun, the saltiness of the water, the boiling hot sand. There was no better of a feeling than a long day at the beach where you end up sunburnt or tan. I loved the way that the sun shifted my appearance. My pale skin instantly tanned, my freckles darkened, and my hair lightened. I could not be more excited for the two weeks to come.

“Y/n! Are you ready to leave? We need to get there early to try and get a good parking spot before the beach gets busy” my mother screams from the kitchen. We decided to rent a small beach house that was walking distance from the beach.

“Uhhh, give me one second!” I spring up from my bed, throw on a bathing suit and frantically try and fix my hair before walking downstairs to meet my parents. As soon as I got downstairs they rushed us all out the house and we hopping in the car and headed towards the beach. My mind was rushing with excitement as we kept getting closer. I guess leaving a little early did help because it wasn’t hard to find a parking spot. It was only nine in the morning, so not many people had made it to the beach for the noon uv peak. I helped my parents unload the car and we began trudging down the steps towards the beach. We walked for a little bit until we found the perfect spot. Behind us sat some apartment buildings, a hotel, a restaurant, and a plaza.

In no time I was tearing off my cover up and running towards the water where I was met with the warm, salty water hitting me. For the next couple hours, I rotated between swimming in the water and tanning because of the heat. At this point it was almost 12:30 and I was getting thirsty and hungry. The beachside restaurant behind us was pulling me in.

“It’s too hot, can I go get something to drink?” I motion to the restaurant behind me. “Sure, grab me a water please” my mother smiles handing me some cash. I threw on my shorts and tank top before making my way up to the restaurant. I walked up to the bar and ordered the drinks, but they wouldn’t let me order food unless I sat down. I decided against that idea so I would just have to walk to the CVS across the street to grab a quick snack.

“Just a pepsi and water please” I smile at the bartender. He pours me my drinks and motions for payment. “Oh, can I not get a lid?” I ask questioning the clear solo cups I was given to walk around with. “Nope, don’t have sorry” he shrugs before walking away. This just made my life 20 times harder because I had to juggle the drinks, my phone, and the money as I began walking next door. Nothing could of prepared me for what was about to happen.

I managed to cross the street with ease, the ice in the drinks starting to make my hands go numb. I tried readjusting them as I kept walking, looking down making sure I wasn’t going to drop the drinks. Finally, I saw the CVS and I began speed walking towards the front. One moment I was walking inside, the next I was on the floor covered in pepsi and water.

“Oh my god” I mutter somehow trying to figure out how I ended up on the floor. “Shit, I am so sorry are you okay?” a voice echos from above me. When I look up, I am met with a guy sticking his hand out for me. However, I wasn’t focused on him trying to help me up, I was more mesmorized with him, his face. He had brown hair, blue eyes, relatively tall, and a perfect smile. This was both my worst nightmare and dream. I shook my head, snapping myself out of the trance of whatever that was an took his hand.

“That was totally my fault I walked straight into you” he said apologizing. “No trust me I wasn’t looking” I chuckle nervously. “Can I pay for those?” he motions to the empty cups on the floor. “What? Oh no, please it’s okay.” I smile looking up at him. “Are you sure theres nothing I can do?” he asks. “Nope, bye” I walk around him anxiously, feeling my face turn pink. I don’t know why I cared so much, but it hit me as he began to walk away. It didn’t matter what I said or did here.

“Wait!” I turn around shouting a little, catching his attention. I walked up to him and did something I never would of at home. “I didn’t get your name” I smile approaching him again. He chuckles before grinning and walking back up to me. “It’s Matt and you are..?” he asks looking at me. “It’s y/n” I sigh thankful that I atleast remembered his name so if I saw him again I could say hi.

“There actually is something you can do” I smile, confidently looking at him. “Can I have your phone number?” I asked. I step back, in shock with the words that just came out of my mouth. In no reality would I of ever asked any man for his phone number back home. But being here, I felt powerful. However, the reality of what I just said kicked in, fully expecting a reaction or maybe some excuse. The fear must of shown on my face because my thoughts were interrupted.

“Of course you can pretty girl” he smiles, typing his number into my contacts then turning around and walking out the CVS.

I stood there in shock, trying to process what the fuck just happened, instead my jaw hung open and a smile came across my face. This was about to be the best break of my life.

*if you liked it please lmk if you want a pt 2*

#nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniol #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter eleven - eye for an eye

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.0k

warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, mentions of death, blood, injuries, bruises/hickeys, a lil bit of SEXUAL TENSION AND SHIIII whaaaaa omfg!!!!

a/n: this is probably the least amount of plot i have put in a chapter thus far, but i hope you forgive me. pray with me!!!!! i’m writing this series so fast bc every new chapter im like ‘okay no THIS is my favourite one. no this.’ wnhdhshfhdh.

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“So, you cook too?” Walking over to the kitchen counter, you can’t ignore the smell of whatever he’s making any longer.

“Sometimes.”

“Someone had you well trained.” As soon as the words come out, you regret them. To his credit, he only stops for about a second, and then keeps cooking. Trust you to put your foot in your mouth, especially about that. “Sorry, I-“

“You’re good. She was an amazing cook. This is… nothin’.” Your heart swells at the small piece of himself and his past life he shares with you, maybe spurred on by your own confession not that long ago. Letting the silence hang around the both of you, you lean over the pot, trying to see inside, and when he turns you grab a spoon and scoop some of the contents out. “Hey.”

“Oh, this is actually good!” You say with a mouth full of whatever he was making, and he snatches the spoon out of your mouth and chucks it in the sink.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“What is it?” He doesn’t answer - no, he does, you just have no idea what the words he uses mean. Whatever it is, you have never heard of it before. Clearly, you look as confused as you feel.

“Rice. Meat. Other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“You said it tasted good. You’ll eat it.” A bowl full of food appears in front of you. It’s steaming hot, and smells so good your mouth starts watering immediately. Leaning forward on your forearm, you swirl the food around in the bowl, letting the steam hit you straight in the face.

The last time you had a meal cooked specifically for you was 12 years ago. Your dad had made it, trying to smooth things over with your mother who was still worrying about the threats he received at his work. She was right to worry, but your dad just wanted to see her smile. You can remember that last night so clear.

You don’t hesitate any longer, practically shovelling it into your mouth. You don’t think you’ve ever tasted something quite like it, although it might be the fact that all your meals have been half frozen and you don’t have anything to compare it to. Either way, it was fucking incredible, and whatever noise you make has Frank looking up over his own bowl, eyes wide, staring right at you.

“Good?” Nodding enthusiastically, he laughs and continues to watch your movements over his food. You can feel his eyes on you, it’s almost like a sixth sense now. You can always tell when he’s looking at you, it has a weight of its own, like his gaze is something to be earnt, to be deserved.

“So fucking good.” You take a final scoop from your bowl, and the fork clatters against the metal. You see Frank swallow, and finally his eyes drop down, shifting his weight to the other foot. “Where’d you learn all this stuff from?”

“To cook?”

“Cooking, knife throwing, all the fun stuff.” He takes your bowl and chucks both of them in the sink, turning back to face you. He leans on his forearms over the counter, and you would only be about half a meter apart.

“Marines for both.”

“You learnt how to cook from being a Marine?”

“Learnt to be resourceful. You don’t get a lot of supplies, and eating the same shit every day will kill you. Eventually you gotta try something new. All the guys would combine the rations every week, see what we could make with it.”

“They teach you to throw knives, too?”

“They teach you to throw anything with a point.” Frank turns around, and you think that’s where you get the nerve to ask your next question.

“Did they teach you how you taught me?” You see his hands grip the edge of the sink he was facing. What was too far between you now? Where was he going to draw the line? Technically, you kissed him. First, as least.

“What are you trying to say?” His voice was low, careful; like he didn’t know the answer either.

“Well, maybe if the marines taught you to kiss, you’d be a bit better at it.” There’s a second of nothing. Maybe this whole thing will implode on you. Everything else was - your plan of freedom, now relying on the cops and an agent you met a day ago, your plan to get your brother out, resting on the fact that the Colonel or the Gnucci’s haven’t killed him already. It would make sense that this very fragile situation would come crashing down, the final pin in the coffin, would be fitting.

You thought you’d be able to deal with it - having those half parts of him, not knowing where you stand, but within an hour your breaking your own rules, and-

Then he laughs.

His shoulders relax - his entire posture slumps a little, no longer tight and straight, and he laughs. His grip on the sink releases and he turns around.

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”

“What!? I’ve had a slap in the face more satisfying than that.” It was a lie. A deadly, blue faced lie. Even though it was hardly a sliver of what you wanted to do to him, the slight brush of your lips even just for a few seconds was enough to send you into orbit. It was unsatisfying only in the way it had you begging for more.

You wouldn’t tell him that though.

“That right?”

“That is right.” You can’t tell if Frank is about to kiss you again, or punch you in the face, but he can’t do either with the table in between you. He has the same thought. “Big bad Punisher, but can’t even kiss a girl right.”

“That’s what you think?” You feel like prey; he’s stalking around the counter, one of his giant hands fisted at his side. His eyes were on you, searching for resistance. Confusion. Anything that would tell him to stop. You turn on your chair so he’d be able to reach you, and he takes it as a sign. He wasn’t going to be tentative this time, if only to shut you up.

“That’s what I think.” He’s finally standing in front of you, his breathing controlled in comparison to your own short, sharp intakes. He takes another step, nearly slotting himself in between your open legs, that aren’t being held together by anything now that you have spun on the bar stool, back digging into the counter. “What are you gonna do about it, Castle?”

“Your bitin’ off a whole lot more than you can chew, sweetheart.” There it is. God, if anyone else said it you’d probably find it grating, but him. His voice was so low it vibrated through your chest when he spoke, and your mouth was going dry like that time you saw him shirtless. Still, he was being drawn in by this confidence act, and you had to keep it up, lure him in just a little closer.

“I don’t know about that. I’m pretty sure I can handle it, by the looks of things.” Looming over your head, his thighs came between your legs, forcing them open to accomodate his width. He was so big. It made even someone with your abilities feel smaller. He leant forward, one of his hands going past you, fingertips brushing your side, and it landed on the edge of the counter. Your eyes followed it, and that’s when you saw the marks.

Four, small indents on his forearm. They were starting to heal over, but they were still a bit raw. Small, but there. There was a slightly larger one on the other side of his arm, and the marks perfectly matched up with your hand. You did that to him, last night, when he was sewing you up. Your fingers lightly traced over the marks, lining them up with your now blunt hands.

“From last night?” He nodded, face inches from your own. If you looked up, your noses would touch. “Sorry.”

“T’s alright. I got your head pretty good last time. Call it even.” You knew he was talking about the scar on your temple, the one he seems fixated on. It’s one of your favourites.

“I broke your arm, too.” You can see another scar, from where your thumb broke his skin snapping the bone. Lightly, you slide the pad of your thumb over it, and his breath hitches just once. You smirk. The mask cracks, just slightly. “So, not even.”

“So I’ve still got a mark left?” You nod, and leave your hand wrapped around his forearm when you look up. You were right - your noses touch. “I think I know how I wanna use it.”

His free hand holds your face, and he pulls you to him. As soon as your lips touch, you feel everything else disappear.

There was nothing withholding in this kiss.

His hand snakes back into your hair, tangling the strands as he kisses you, hard. His lips are almost bruising with how close you are, but you are pushing back into him just as hard, not giving him an inch of doubt. All those cliche sparks flying moments you watched in movies as a kid doesn’t even do it justice. It’s more like your insides turn molten, everything hot and crackling.

The arm next to you hooks behind and you arch into him, your chest pressing onto his. He swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, a desperate question, and when you open your mouth for him, he nips at the skin before tasting every part you give him. You think you moan his name, or something that sounds close enough, because he steps into you one final time, and you feel the seam of his jeans against your core.

You roll your hips, driving on pure instinct, and suddenly you’re in the air. Frank drops his hand from your face to hold you up, and the arm around your back goes to your neck, holding you in place. He was kissing you unlike anyone had ever kissed you - like he was proving something. You moaned into his mouth, and he broke apart, keeping his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.” His words are slurred, and before you can formulate any semblance of a reply he’s on you again, teeth and tongue and lips a complete whirlwind of liquid gold all over your skin.

He was walking you backwards, towards the room with the bed, and the butterflies in your stomach were flipping in circles. He dragged your bottom lip between his teeth, opening his eyes to get a look at you before kissing you again, and you heard his shins hit the frame of the bed.

If he laid you down right here, you don’t think anything would stop you from tearing his clothes off and fucking him until neither of you could breathe. The hand underneath you was grabbing your ass, encouraging each roll of your hips as you felt him harden underneath you. His lips leave you again, and he nudges your head back with his nose. You let him move you, and he begins hungrily kissing and biting his way down your neck.

It was making you squirm. The way his lips switched from soft and sweet to hard, letting his teeth nip ever so slightly making you yelp, then smoothing it over with his tongue in apology, making you moan. Your head dropped forward onto his shoulder, and you were still in his arms, standing at the end of the bed.

“Fuck, Frank.” You hear him groan, and feel it against your skin. You know exactly what he’s doing - leaving a mark like you told him he could. It makes you feel hotter, and your body shudders under the attention. He finally starts to come back up, kissing under your jaw, then your cheekbone, then kissing the scar on your temple, and eventually landing home at your lips again.

This time he kisses you slower - still hard and sure, but slow. Sweet, almost, a word you don’t usually use to describe the hardened vigilante. There wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t against him, and with the jeans he was wearing, they weren’t hiding any of your effect on him. He pulled away with a groan as you rolled your hips again.

“We…” He says, his hot breath kissing your cheek. His voice is strained, like how he talks in the morning. It makes you move against him again. “We can stop, if you...”

It’s a question as much as an answer. He’s giving you an out, but he’s also asking himself. Does he need to wait? Sure - it had been a long time since you had done anything like this with anyone, and even then you were extremely…inexperienced, for all your bravado. He had a wife.

A wave of guilt came over you. A wife. You could feel the wedding ring, burning a whole in your chest that was pressed against him. Maybe he couldn’t… or didn’t. Just plain didn’t. You stopped moving.

“We can.” You were still out of breath, replaying the last few minutes in your head. You had a feeling they would be making recent visits in your brain. You’d be lucky if you could ever think of anyone else.

Both of you seem to be waiting for the other. He was still holding you, one strong hand splayed on your back, holding you close, the other holding you up, on your ass. You swallowed, unsure of who should break the silence.

Neither of you do, and he doesn’t seem to be able to hold himself back from kissing you again. Spinning around, his lips stayed on you as he laid you back onto the bed, crawling up your body until you were propped up by the pillows. His hips held you to the mattress, pinning you down with the most incredible pressure, and you were almost positive you were seeing stars.

Hands roamed free, one of yours scraping through his scalp, through the short strands of hair that were growing longer the more time he spent with you. There was now enough to grab a small handful, and you did, earning another low groan into your mouth, and another buck of his hips. Every time he moved he was pushing himself right against your centre, and you were almost positive if he kept going, you would finish right here, just at the pressure of him being on top of you.

“Frank.” You practically whine, and he stops, hovering his mouth just over yours. You thought it came out more as a moan, but there must have been more question in it, because he pulls back.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” With those eyes looking up at you, and that god damned nickname, you could have melted right there. He pulled his body off you a little more, and you start to think about what your doing. What this would mean, where you are, who you are and why the hell this would happen to you of all people.

“We- you don’t have to. I dont want you to think that…”He pushes up on his forearms, and the chain of the ring that hangs around his neck slips out just slightly. You want to tell him so much - that you don’t deserve this light headed feeling he’s pulled from you, but if it’s something that he wants you would give it all to him. You want to tell him that as much as you might not get a happy ending, he deserves one, and he shouldn’t throw that chance away with you. You want to tell him how you…feel. As lame as it sounds. You want him to know what your thinking, even if you can’t sort it out for yourself.

You take too long, though, and he’s pushing off you, leaning back onto his knees. Whatever words you were going to say are lost.

He was still looking at you, his chest beginning to return to a normal breathing rate as he slumps down next to you, bed groaning under the sudden weight.

“Think we’re um-“ He starts, and you hear his head turn on the pillow, looking at you. “Think we’re even now.”

“What?”

His hand comes up from his side, the rough pads of his fingers gently brushing over the sensitive spot just under your jaw. You almost flinch at the contact, and you know exactly what was there.

“Ah. Felt better than a broken arm, I bet.” You say, struggling to swallow as his fingers remain on your throat, tracing aimless lines on your skin. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t-“

“Don’t. Don’t apologise. Never for that.” A single nod manages to move your head, and you turn on your side to face him fully. He keeps his hand on you, now moving up to cup the side of your face, thumb running along your cheekbone.

“You learn those moves in the marines, too?” A smile that meets his eyes spreads across his face, matching yours, and he shakes his head.

“You’re makin’ it real hard not to kiss you again.” Everything turns to that molten hot lava again, and you’d be surprised if he couldn’t feel how hot you were under his hand.

“I wasn’t tell you to stop. Before.” His hand, gentle as it always has been, hooks under your chin, pulling you forward. Your body follows, and you shuffle closer. He kisses you again, your eyes fluttering closed to soak it in. It lasts only a second.

“We got time.” Was all he said, then he pulled away. You blew out a breath, searching for a distraction so you didn’t pounce on him.

“Yeah. Especially if you’re waiting for me to memorise all those maps.”

“You were staring at them for an hour.” He turns his head back up to the ceiling, and drops his arm up above your head. “Surely you got something.”

“Well, I was right. We need to go in the back. The blue prints look like they were making lower levels under the elevator shaft, but there’s nothing on the motion sensors under there.”

“Yeah. You know the way in?” You nod again, and when you turn to face him, you see an alarm clock next to his head, and realise how late it is. “You want me to go?”

“No.” You let your eyes drift down, seeing the hand not behind your head resting across his stomach. He was still wearing his jeans, and you could see how much you really got to him, because the denim was hiding nothing. “Change, though.”

“You tryin’ to get me out of my clothes?” He calls as he swings off the bed.

“Maybe.” He scoffs as he disappears from the room, and you catch a glimpse of him ripping his shirt over his head before you are left alone.

God. Why did you stop him, again?

It doesn’t take long for him to return, shirtless, and wearing baggy sweatpants that have probably been his for years. It’s too dark now for a normal person to see clearly, but you can see out the corner of your eyes he doesn’t hesitate to get in, careful to keep to his side of the bed.

Neither of you speak for a bit, but a strange sense of calm catches you off guard. You thought your brain would be going a mile a minute considering what just happened, but having him next to you does the opposite. It’s peaceful, almost.

“I don’t think he’ll know who I am.” You nearly whisper it, and you can feel Frank shift on the bed.

“Your brother?”

“It’s been years. 12 years, since I saw him. He was a baby.” You can still hear how loud he was crying in your head, the night of the fire. “He might not even know he has me. All this time, he is all I fought for, but he will have no idea who I am. What I’ve done for him.”

“He’s damn lucky to have someone like you coming for him. Even if he doesn’t know you now, he will.” You know he might not even be there, at Silo, when you and Frank tear it to the ground, but the closer you get, the more it scares you.

“I miss him so much, all the time. It hurts and I - I’m so scared he’s gonna be dead, Frank.” Your voice is softer than it’s ever been, hardly a whisper, and Frank pulls you to him. Arms wrapped around you, your back presses against his chest, and you don’t need the blanket anymore because of how warm he is. You don’t even notice your crying until Franks voice, soothing and low, shushes into your ear. “I don’t think I can live with myself if- he’d be dead because of me.”

“I know.” He’s not just saying that, either. He does know - he would know exactly how that feels. To lose everything because of what you are, to have done everything to keep your family safe, and have it still not be enough. Your cries get softer, and he’s still holding you just as tight. “I know. I got you.”

“Yeah. You do.” You feel a little puff of his breath, and you think it might of been a laugh if he wasn’t pressed to your back so tight.

“You’re alright.” Is all he says, over and over, and just as you drift to sleep, you think, no matter what happens, you might start to believe him.

[next chapter]

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echoing-gravity · 1 year

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Double Legacy Sally Jackson Au

Okay. This has been my head Canon for like, years, imma try to explain the best I can.

So basically Sally is a 4th Generation legacy of the Norse God Loki (25%) and a 6th Generation Legacy of the Roman goddess Venus.

Making Percy not only 50% Greek sea demigod, but also:

20% Norse Trickster/lying/MISDIRECTION 5th gen

and 15% love/pretty as fuck Roman. 7th gen.

His Im/mortality blood split is more like 85/15.

Her parents (Percy's grandparents) died in that airplane crash when she was 5 because Sally's mom was a 3rd gen Loki and was unaware(cuz like apparently Norse demigods don't smell until AFTER they die) and Thor was all like, "heck no get the FUCK out of the sky" and Zappos hammered them to death.

(Percy has a Times 2 weakness to electric types. You think he's scared of ur lighting bolt? When he has to worry about a fucking lightning HAMMER? the answer is yes. To both. But like hammer>spear-bolt)

Sally found out about her heritage like maybe 2 months after her parents died(she inherited these cool norse pirate dagger/half-swords(I swear I can't remember what their called rn UGH), from HER great-grandparent. Percy's great-great grandparent ei: the Loki demigod. Loki gave them to her, and told her what's up.) and then she being the badass hardcore survivor she is, learned everything she ever could about Norse/roman(but also Greek) mythos by the time she's 12.

She meets Poseidon when she's 16.

Then Percy happens when she's 17 almost 18. And she learned from his father while she was carrying, that he would attract monsters.

Since she's related to Loki she has his whole "avoidance/dodge/misdirection can't be caught" thing. (As well as the shape shifting, but she can really only change her gender. But this is not relevant)

Sally, has been alone all her life, she is a SURVIVOR, so she buys an RV/tiny-home on wheels, and covers it absolutely completely buries it in a mix Norse and Egyptian magic-y misdirection runes to hide Percy's scent. She figures if she uses multiple mythos, it will be harder for Them to find her baby.

so there is no Gabe. Percy grows up even more of a mamas boy than canon.

She teaches Percy all about all the mythos, but like she does it in a very avoidance way that he knows NONE of their names like "the Greek sun god did this" or "the Roman sun god did that" and teaches him never to think their names "so they can't here you"

The changes in Percy's powers:

1: Since he's still Poseidon's kid but also now son of a legacy of the SHAPESHIFTER he can shapeshift, but only into a merperson, and only when he's wet. (Also he's genderfluid)

Sally teaches him to keep himself dry, he HATES it but understands that he needs to be sneaky, this first happens when he's like 7. And it doesn't happen during the full moon cuz like "the moon controls the tides" and what not. Yes, he is bioluminescent. Blueish/green aquamarine glowy mermaid fins!! His scales are either black or so dark indigo that they Look black.

2: Since he's a legacy of Venus, 7th gen notwithstanding cuz he has the 50% from the sea to make him stronger, he can do the charmspeaking, well... CharmSinging like a siren. When he was like 5 there was this really close call cuz when he sings one of two things happen. Either A: the default of "everyone in hearing range that isn't related to aphro/Venus is suddenly attracted to him, or b: people fall asleep. option a is the one that happened, he has to focus to get people to sleep. Sally is a smart cookie, she realized what was happening and decked the guy in the face before he could do anything to the baby 5 year old Percy. Sally then bans Percy from singing (at least around other ppl)

He HATES it. He loves to sing! but he understands enough to understand that sing around ppl is dangeours. This also happened when he was seven, but before the tail thing.

Sally, trying to hide Percy's heritage, and getting inspired from the Avatar the last airbender cartoon, trys to teach percy to only attack with "ice-bending" as to misdirect suspicions.

She tells him to "try and make the water stiff and cold"

He hates it. And how it feels "The sea doesn't like to be restricted" and what not, but like he trusts his mom, she's super cool and smart so he goes along with it, and OMG he gets cool water powers??? Like Katara?! From his favorite cartoon??? Best 10th birthday ever!

Ugh I can't remember if I'm forgetting anything, oh wait right. He can sense when people are trying to trick him. It's like a little itch I the back of his head. His mom can too, so they end up having these conversations where neither one is TECHNICALLY Lying, but like not telling the whole truth and shenanigans. Ei: "your father is lost at sea" does not ping his built in lie detector. So he's really REALLY Good at lying without lying. (Like what fae so in fairytales)

Because of this Percy thinks his dad is a mermaid. Percy is unaware that he is a demigod, he ony thinks his mom is a history-mythos nut. And that his mom is hiding him due to the myth of "if u cut out a mermaids eye and eat it you become immortal"

ugh thats all I can remember rn I'll edit it later.

Oh wait I just remembered since Percy's blood split is 85/15 he kinda can't really be referred to as a Half-blood. That is waaay more than half. Since like Frank blood split is 49/51 he can still be described as half. In other words,

IN THIS AU NICO IS ONE OF THE SEVEN.

and I also ship percico.

All of this is to say it leads to a dramatic scene outside of the doors of death where nico is like nico: "you have to go your one of the seven!"

And Percy is like

Percy: "nope I'm not 50/50 I'm 85/15 that's waaay more than half.....blood"

Nico: "but I can't leave u here"

it's more dramatic in my head and they are not dating by this point, But it's like mutual pining. Percy then kisses him and then pushes him into the elevator in his shock. Tells him to use his wish when he saves the world to use Persephone keyblade to get him and Bob out of Tartarus.

Then since this Percy is op and has seen alta, he blood bends all the rivers in the ground into spikey ice shards cutting the actual Tartarus(not his mortal plain body that Bob and friendly giant guy is fighting while Percy holds the button, but like the actual ground.) into 1000 pieces. And kills him. Like the sky primordial. He also killed poison lady. Btw. I'm so tired ugh what else. They are now stuck in Hell: frozen over.

Percy's logic for cutting up Tartarus with his own insides was as follows:

70% of the mortal human Body is made of Water.

70% of the earth is covered in a Body of Water.

The earth is Gaea, a primordial.

Mortal humans were based on gods.

And gods are descendants of primordials.

It takes a mortal and a god to kill a giant.

it took multiple titans (and a primordial to trick) to kill the sky primordial. His body was cut into 1000 pieces.

Ei: saltwater is Gaea's blood. And so are the rivers. I mean their called Bloodstreams for a reason.

A mortal a titan and a giant kill Tartarus.

Gaea was right about one thing Percy will admit.

If u want to to rid your garden of weeds, you have to rip out the roots.

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pitconfirm · 1 month

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging @mars-mystic!! mwah 😽

1. How many works do you have on ao3

eight, two of which are anon teehee (but i think one is very obviously mine 😅)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

60,694... soon to be over 70k 🙈

3. What fandoms do you write for?

im just here for lance nation..... writing about my pookie wookie

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

excluding my anon fics which are the actual #1 and #3...

1 - Gatito (the people yearn for kitty lance)

2 - Midas Touch

3 - Broken Glass (guys please someone else write more 141831 im begging....... i cannot be the only threesome in this tag)

4 - Venus Flytrap

5 - Kamikaze

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments.... i love every comment I respond to every comment unless it's just emojis or i have literally no idea how to respond 😭

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I guess Kamikaze is my only fic with a kind of angsty ending... but not really. i don't like angsty endings 😭 i need problems to be solved. if i know a fic has an angsty ending i generally will not even touch it

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

im now realising that most of my fics on ao3 are just straight up porn..... i swear i am planning more substantial things in the future. but i guess my two tumblr drabbles have happy endings?? oh wait or Detonate.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

luckily i've never gotten any hate at all..... not even anon hate asks, i feel like im missing out. this is what I get for being kind and amazing 😔🫶

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

do i even need to answer this. every kind. almost.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not crossovers but there are like.... specific aus living in my mind that i want to write. hunger games au, dbh au.... beloveds.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i hope not 🤨

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

🙅‍♂️

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no....... not yet 🤔

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

tbh I’ve read so many different fandoms and ships over the years but strollonso is the one I’ve been most feral about. or maybe arthur/eames from inception…..

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I literally have zero wips right now except venus flytrap. the ideas in my brain have dried up like the sahara desert to work on this thing. once I’m finished we’ll see

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I have good wit and flow. and maybe attention to detail… always thinking what more I can add to a scene to make it more palpable

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think just…. really terrible self criticism. a lot of the time I’m writing and I’m like… what if this sucks what if everyone hates this what if blah blah blah….. WHO CARES!!!!!! I wish I could be less worried about that

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I will write a few words if I feel confident enough about them but not whole passages. I always have nando saying little bits in spanish

19. First fandom you wrote for?

TOOOO EMBARRASSING. I only ever wrote for one other fandom and I was 13 on wattpad and shudder every time I remember

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I guess it has to be venus flytrap for the pure amount of effort I’ve put in…. and because it’s definitely the most well written by farrrr. I cringe a little reading my other stuff now 😭 but I guess that’s just the nature of improving over time

NO idea who’s already done this so forgive me if I’m being a goof @lil-shiro @lou-who-writes @parallelplayers @boxboxbrioche @vicsy @userkritaaay and now my brain is firing blanks so sorry if I forgot any of my beautiful writer friends

#for anyone who cares 😌#what do I even say here I already said everything in the post #ok bye

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muav99 · 11 months

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So first post eee!!! ( Not edited so bare with) but if you like i’ll write part 2🩷 My favorite truth or dare trope🤭

Ot8- Pg-13 Truth or Dare

Smut (almost) - Soft dom Felix X Sub reader, Y/N used, best friend pining, Teasing, Warnings of Alcohol, Swearing

Pt 1.? Tbc

The night started out chill, Chan suggested we all go out and buy some Soju to share after the long ass week. Me, chan, Felix, and changbin went to the convenient store to grab the drinks. The rest of the guys stayed at mine to chill until we got back.

“We got em!”

Yelled chan as we ran through the door giddy to open up the bottles.

“Finally”

sighed hyunjin grabbing one for himself and taking a light sip.

We all took our swigs and sat in a circle on my floor. By the time we were buzzed enough Seungmin started the truth or dares.

“Truth or dare Han?”

He asked as he finished off his last drops and throws the bottle to the side.

“Dare”

says Han. Of course he would pick dare.

“I dare you to kiss hyunjin”

Seungmin says falling over absolutely dying laughing.

“EW…….okay” Han replies.

Felix is sitting beside you, he’s usually clingy but tonight its like he’s glued to my side. Subtle touches and does he keep looking at you? No thats weird. Han leans over to hyunjin who’s making the biggest upset glare at him. He quickly pecks his cheek and hyunjin pulls away dramatic screaming. Everyone’s dying at this point toppling over. Felix is leaning over laughing into your neck. You freeze. Unsure how to feel even though he normally does this, maybe its the alcohol. Your cheeks flush as he looks at you with concerned.

“You okay Y/n?” Felix asks.

He grabs your thigh and squeezes it in reassurance. But it creates more then reassurance.

“Im okay! Sorry, probably just a bit tipsy” You say.

“I’ll keep an eye on you then” he says pulling you in by the waist real close.

You look around searching to see if his behavior seems flirtatious to anyone else. But everyones in their own world. And besides you and Felix have been best friends how long? Years. He’s just being sweet. And besides he’s tipsy too. You lean into his touch to reciprocate his actions. Enjoying it more then you’d admit out loud.

“Y/n? Truth or dare?”, the thoughts in your head silenced by the voice of Changbin.

“Oh! Um has anyone done dare? Sure dare” you say trying to distract yourself from felix pressed against your side.

You finish off the bottle and look changbin in the eye.

“I dare you to sit in Felix’s lap the whole game” he says.

Felix loosens his grip slightly on your waist and looks at you slightly nervous now.

“Since you two are comfortable over there” Changbin says and points to your almost cuddled position.

The alcohol is starting to give you a bit more confidence so you look over to felix, where he’s trying to find anything to drink left. You slide closer and position yourself on his lap. Instead of nerves he exudes, he suddenly loosens up his body language again and gets comfortable. It feels right.

“Alright then move on” Felix says as he snuggles into your neck and wraps his arms around your waist tighter.

He has to be drunk now. Or am I just. Way too into this. You feel him harden under you and you gasp. Maybe he was just too comfortable now.

“You alright sweetheart?” He whispers right into your ear.

“I…..” your breath hitches and my heart beat gets faster and faster.

What is wrong with me. He’s your best friend get it together. And he’s a guy it. Happens. Right?

You turn your head where he’s looking so soft and pouty into your eyes. His gaze could hypnotize I swear. Is he doing this on purpose? He has to be.

-Hours go by-

The rest of the game plays out as expected. Everyone gets loud then crashes and half of the guys fell asleep. Its around 12 now and everyones found their sleeping spots or are getting into some type of snack. Its only you and Felix in your room now. God help me.

“Truth or dare Y/n?” He asks.

“Are we still playing or isnt that over?” You laugh trying to play cool.

“Only if you want to y/n” he says gazing up and down at you slightly.

I swear he has to be doing something. With the leftover liquor still in your system you felt good enough to continue.

“Sure Felix, truth” you say trying to act as calm as possible.

“Did I make you uncomfortable tonight?” He asks more timidly then before but still moves closer.

He made you feel things you shouldn’t and the liquor isn’t helping. If its such a taboo, why do you want him so much. Why is he looking at you like that, like he never has before. Just answer him….

“I wasn’t uncomfortable felix.” You say not daring to look up.

“Y/n.” Felix moves in even closer and pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I liked you being so close to me all night.” He says looking you in the eyes.

You gulp scared to even speak. You croak out dryly nervous as all hell. “Really?”

“Is it so bad I wanted you even closer?” He says dead serious. Gazing into your eyes for an answer.

Even Closer?? He. You begin to pulsate in response, heat radiating off your body. Who is this felix? Have you really not been around him drunk before?

“No” you blurt out and then cover your face in shock of what you said.

“Y/n its okay. I mean it really, and I um….I could feel you when you were sitting on me.” He whispers teasingly but lightly into your left ear.

Your cheeks become bright red and you as subtly as possible close your legs to try and rid of the tension. But he notices of course.

He chuckles slightly, “You nervous y/n?”.

Lying through your teeth wouldn’t get you through this. And how he’s speaking to you is only going to make your situation worse if he keeps it up with the teasing. God his voice. He grabs your hand and intertwines it with his. He kisses your cheek lightly.

“Y/n, can I kiss you? I know you want me to.” Slight rasp in his voice apparent as it drops.

“Of course, I do but….”

He cuts you off by grasping your cheek and connecting your lips softly but passionately. In the middle of desperate kisses he says

“Ive….wanted……this………so long……….you don’t……even know” he pulls away to catch his breath inches from your face.

“I did too. I just didn’t know how to…..” you say as he cuts you off with a small peck.

“Its okay y/n, right now I just want you to feel good okay? Is that okay baby?”

His hands rub painfully slow up and down your thighs.

Fuck. Baby? The pet names made you melt and with his deep voice? You were wetter then ever.

“Felix….please” you plead.

You weren’t usually the desperate type but everything changes in the right circumstances right?…..

Thank you for reading😭💙💙 Hopefully you liked it and maybe soon i’ll start requests.

#felix smut #skz scenarios #skz felix #felix x reader #stray kids smut #smut

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scott street

boyfriend! chris sturniolo x reader

summary: subscribers are convinced chris and his girlfriend broke up so they start making sad edits.

warnings: swearing, kissing, pet names (baby, ma, mama), mentions of y/n.

a/n: randomly got this idea, enjoy and please please read the author’s note at the end !! <3

november 1, 2020

halloween vlog with mom and y/n

“okay so, we have another special guest for todays video. chris’ girlfriend y/n!” nick exclaims as chris’ hand wraps around y/n from behind and rests on her stomach. y/n just smiles and waves at the camera.

february 12, 2021

guess the triplet by zoomed in pictures !!!

“chris wants to see if y/n can get some right so she’s gonna just go for fun.” matt explains as y/n moves to sit in front of the camera. chris stands behind her.

“alright.” nick says, turning his phone around to show a picture of someone’s hair. y/n squints her eyes to try and see the picture.

after a few seconds she giggles. “matt.”

“correct. next one.” nick smiles, swiping to the next picture.

the next picture showed an arm but in the corner of the picture you could see a little bit of a red t-shirt.

she immediately gasps. “chris! that’s chris.”

“how did you get that!” chris asks, his mouth open slightly.

“the red shirt. that was our first date and our first picture.” she tells him, looking up at him from her chair.

“well it’s safe to say y/n can tell us apart.” nick says, grabbing the camera.

june 25, 2021

baking pizza blindfolded with chris

“chris!” y/n giggles as chris starts playing with the flour on the counter.

“what baby?” he asks, laughing as well.

“stop playing with the flour.” she tells him as matt stands on the other side of chris.

march 4, 2024

sturniololvr

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sturniololvr - i miss them.

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user - the last video she was in was the everyone relax video 😔

march 6, 2024

y/n ❤️:

*attachment one video*

this one has a little kick to it

chris baby 🫶:

y/n/n please stop sending me break up edits of us we’re literally still together.

y/n ❤️:

IM SORRY BABY BUT THEYRE LITERALLY EVERYWHERE

may 17, 2023

“chris can we talk?” y/n asks. chris’ mind immediately starts running millions of miles a minute. he thought she was breaking up with him.

“no!” he quickly exclaims. y/n gasps, realizing what was going through his mind.

“no baby i’m not breaking up with you.” she tells him.

“oh okay then yes we can talk.” he nods, walking closer to her, their chests almost touching.

“is it okay if i’m not really in the videos anymore? i really love being in them with you guys but the fans have gotten to be too much. i’ve tried to ignore them.” she tells him softly. chris’ face softens.

“of course, yeah. i’ll tell nick and matt in the morning.” chris nods softly.

“i’m sor-“ she begins to apologize.

“don’t even think about apologizing. i understand and i know that nick and matt will understand too. c’mere.” he says, pulling her into him.

march 13, 2024

chris makes matt and nick his favorite meal

“chris do you think i could be in today’s video? even for just like a second. i don’t like people thinking that we broke up.” y/n asks softly, just before the triplets were about to film a wednesday video.

“yeah mama, you’re always allowed in a video.” chris nods, a smile on his face.

“y/n come get your plate!” chris smiles at his girlfriend who was sitting in the living room. a happy smile spreads on her face as she walks into the view of the camera to grab the plate out of chris’ hand.

“thank you.” she smiles, quickly pecking his lips before walking back to the living room. she would usually eat at the table but the boys were currently using the table.

a smile stayed on y/n’s face as she scrolled through all the comments the newest video.

user - Y/N BABY

user - i can die happily knowing they’re still together

user - y’all are crazy

user - i missed her 😕😕

user - FAVVVVVV COUPLE THEYRE SO CUTE

a/n: hey guys !! sorry for being so inactive, this year has been so so crazy. for starters, i lost my great grandmother january first, and then i lost my great grandfather on february twenty third. a few months later, my older brother attempted and was put into a hospital, and now my grandfather has cancer that spread to his lungs and brain. on top of everything, i’ve been preparing for my aunt’s wedding (i’m a bridesmaid) and everything has been super stressful. i wanted to post something and let you guys know that i’ll be taking a break to take time for myself and to spend time with my family. i’ll still be lurking around on the app, commenting, reblogging, etc, i just won’t be posting any fics for a little while.

i hope you can all understand and i love you all <3 <3 <3

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fandom #sturniolo x reader #spotify

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