#and I don’t know which answer is less reassuring

[thefiresontheheight]

Ohhhhh this is gonna be sci-fi HORROR isn’t it

[deepspacedandelion]

How They Would Talk To You In Bed: Love and Deepspace LI’s

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Warnings: Smut, little cursing, dirty talk, mentions of cum/slightly hinted creampie’s (wrap it ‘fo you tap it yall.”)

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Caleb:

Caleb is a freak, low(high)key, so he’d be very vocal. He likes a little teasing (both giving and receiving) that is mixed with praise. Caleb loves to question you (in an EXTREMELY lewd way) and he wants you, not only to ACTUALLY answer but to question him as-well, not in a doubtful way, but in a reassuring (-ly lewd) way. He just wants to hear a self proclamation of your love and pleasure like he self-proclaims his. Nearing his climax, he’d absolutely LOVE reassurance from you that HE is YOURS—compared to the more commonly used (by male LI's) “you are mine”—, It’d make him cum so hard. HE knows you’re his, YOU know you’re his, and even though HE knows he’s yours, he wants to be told by you over and over again. He wants you to willingly claim him out of your own desire, not just because he claims you. Another thing I think he (his freaky ass) would LOVE is talking to your pussy. He relishes in the way the blush creeps up your cheeks and you get so shy, trying to hide your face from him (which he definitely wouldn't allow). He knows it drives you and her (your pussy) crazy, he can tell by how wet you're getting, how your legs shake subtly. Afterall, he knows his girls so well.

• "Hear that, baby? She's talking to me. She's begging me to fuck her so good, remind her who she belongs to."

• "Look at it, baby. Look how she's taking me so well. Look at how pretty she looks suckin' in my cock? All for you, right? No one else. They can't take it from you, I won't let them."

• "No, no. Don't hide. I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum all over my cock, yeah?"

• "I'm yours, baby, only yours. Let me show you, hm? Let me fuck my cum so deep in you and show you. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

• "So quiet now, are you, Pipsqeak? You were so mouthy earlier, now all I can hear is your pussy swallowing my fingers. How 'bout a few pretty moans for me? Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

Zayne:

Contrary to his seemingly less talkative nature, Zayne is actually quite vocal in bed (in terms of using actual words to express himself). Don’t get me wrong, he LOVES to moan and groan in your ear, your pussy always clenches so tight around him when he does, but he would LOVE to praise you (and receive a little for himself). His reputation as a medical professional requires him to be VERY specific which definitely translates well in the bedroom. His comments are always so specific, making you feel so seen. He tells you EXACTLY what he likes and EXACTLY how and why you’re doing so good. He'll throw in a few questions here and there, genuinely curious on how to make every time even better for you both. One last thing he'd include (mainly in foreplay) is some sexual observations he'd researched (he just wants to make you feel the best he can)

• “You’re taking me so well, My Love, always making me feel so good. Do you like to see me like this? Falling apart right above you?”

• "I love when you clench around me. Do it again and again. Yes~ Like that. You’re always such a good girl for me.”

• "Do you like kissing my neck that much? I like it too.”

• "Is it alright if I kiss you here? I think it could be another erogenous zone for you. Oh~ you must like it. Don’t worry, My Love, I won’t stop.”

• "Deep breaths, My Love, it could make your orgasm more powerful. Would you like to try that? I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Sylus:

Firstly, let me just start off by saying Sylus is EXTREMLY sensitive and reactive to your touch (*cough* Innocent Birdcage *cough*). I just know this man is a TRUE SWITCH but, anyway, anyway, He talks a little here and there, mostly about how good it feels, how close he is, where he wants you to touch him, how he wants you to touch him, and a little praise sprinkled in between, but, overall it’s mostly moans, groans, mewls, whimpers, and pants as he loses himself in the pleasure given to him by you. He can’t help how his head throws back or hangs low and his face scrunches up in ecstasy, eyes closed as he loses himself. He craves your touch all over his body, any and everywhere you can. Truthfully, he cums multiple times (atleast 2-3) every time you two make love. Majority of the time, he's a mewling, moaning mess, but he'll throw in a couple words every now and again. On the rare occasion though, he'd throw in a snide question (which he is genuinely asking, it's not rhetorical lol, so, definitely answer that, *cough* Nightly Rendezvous *cough*).

• "Are you teasing me? That's not very nice of you, Sweetie."

• “Have you forgotten how good I made you feel last time? It’s okay, Kitten. I don’t mind reminding you.”

• “I love being inside you this way. The two of us, becoming one, it’s my favorite thing. After all, we are true kindred spirits.”

• “What a pretty kitten you are. Does it feel good? Is that why you’re purring? My, my, kitten, you look ravishing.”

• “I want to look into your darling eyes when I cum inside you. Do you want that, sweetheart? Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

Xavier:

Xavier is quite different from the rest of the bunch; not that he doesn’t talk or moan, but he does prefer to listen to you mostly. You just sound so pretty pinned beneath him. He absolutely LOVES to kiss, (*cough* Nightly Rendezvous *cough*), so his mouth is pretty occupied most of the time. But on occasion, he does enjoy dropping ‘comments’ (for lack of better terms), a little bit of praise, a few questions to reassure him, and lastly, the cherry on top, a few soft commands. Majority of his “bedroom sounds” is just the wet sounds of kissing, and a few pants/deep breaths to keep him grounded in the pleasure. But he is a sucker for eye contact, especially when he’s commenting on how good you feel.

• “Put your legs around my waist. I can get deeper that way.”

• “Oh! Right there~ It feels so good. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

• “Don’t stop, I’m almost there. I want to fill you up. I want to fuck it deeper into you. No! Don’t turn away. If you turn away, I’ll stop.”

• “Do you like when I touch you here? Or maybe you prefer… here. Is that why you bite your lip?”

• “You’re doing good, yes, please, more. Just like that and I’ll cum.”

Rafayel:

Oh boy. Rafayel is a bit of a wild card in my opinion, depending on his mood. He’s definitely a switch (from being a bratty sub ( *cough* Gem Affection *cough*) to a crybaby top (*cough* Tailwag Moment *cough*) to a soft dom, (*cough* Tipsy Evasion and Intertidal Zone *cough*), so his sounds do fluctuate, but when he’s a soft dom, they mostly range between: subtle praise, teasing, taunting questions, and snide comments. When he’s a crybaby top, he loves to moan and mewl but he also can’t help apologizing, he doesn’t mean to cum so fast, or grip you too hard, or to be too rough and incontrollable when he loses himself in how good you feel. As for being a bratty sub, oh boy, does he live to tease you. He pokes fun at your methods; how lightly you’re touching him, how you could tie him down tighter, how you could fuck him harder. He comments on your wavering confidence with a cocky smirk, but it’s all in good fun. He’d never actually say anything demeaning or something that would hurt your feelings (he’d cry if he ever did, oh no🥺, poor baby would be in shambles), but he’d poke just enough to see how much rougher you can get. He just wants to build your confidence in yourself, he knows you’re capable of putting him in his place (just the way he likes), and he wants you to know it too.

• (Bratty Sub): ���C’mon, Princess, You can fuck me harder than that. I know you can.”

• (Bratty Sub): “Growing bolder, I see. I didn’t expect that from you. Oh? A punishment? Maybe that’s what I wanted in the first place.”

• (Crybaby Top): “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to cum so soon. I can’t help it, you just make me feel too good.”

• (Crybaby Top): “I’ve been good, I’ve been so good for you I swear. Please… please let me cum inside you again. Just one more time.”

• (Soft Dom): “You’re getting wetter and wetter, like ocean waves. I like that.”

• (Soft Dom) “Yes, touch me, just like that. Gently, up and down. Ah yes~ So obedient for me. Maybe I should give you a reward. Would you like that? I knew you would, Princess.”

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Kinda debating how much I like this, but yeah, they all freaks lowkey. Next up is probably more ships, but I definitely have some more (smut) ideas brewing😏 as always, feel free to send in any requests!~😌🫶🏽💙

[paxtito]

‘my beautiful girl’

pairings: jenna x reader (g!p)

wc: 3833

warnings: smut (18+), insecurity, slight praise kink, p in v, kissing, strong language

summary: you and jenna have been dating for a couple years but you’ve never gone further than a makeout session due to insecurity. jenna starts to believe that she’s the problem. (requested by anon which is pasted at the end)

MASTERLIST

Jenna had always been patient with you. Two years together, and she had never once pressured you—never once made you feel like you owed her anything. But lately, something had changed.

You could see it in the way her brows furrowed when she pulled away from a kiss, the way she hesitated before touching you in certain ways, like she was second-guessing herself. You knew she had started to overthink, to wonder if it was something about her. If you just weren’t attracted to her.

And that couldn’t be further from the truth.

But how could you explain that? How could you tell Jenna, the girl who seemed effortlessly perfect in every way, that you weren’t holding back because of her—but because of you?

Because the thought of undressing in front of her made your stomach twist. Because you couldn’t shake the feeling that once she saw you—really saw you—her eyes wouldn’t hold that same adoration. That maybe, just maybe, she’d wish for someone else.

You didn’t even realize how deep in thought you were until Jenna sighed beside you, pulling her knees up to her chest as she sat on your bed. “You can tell me, you know.”

Your breath hitched. “Tell you what?”

Jenna exhaled, her gaze locked onto the sheets like they had the answers. “Why you always pull away.” She paused, voice quieter now. “Why you won’t let me touch you like that.”

Your chest tightened. “Jenna—”

“I mean, I just—” She let out a soft, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “I thought maybe you just weren’t ready. And that’s fine. But then I started thinking… what if you’re never going to be? What if it’s me? What if you just don’t—” She hesitated, biting her lip before finally forcing the words out. “What if you just don’t want me like that?”

Your heart broke at the way her voice wavered.

“Jenna, no,” you said quickly, reaching for her hand. She let you, but her fingers were tense in your grasp. “It’s not that. It’s never been that.”

She finally looked at you, her dark eyes searching. “Then what is it?”

You swallowed, your throat tight. The words were right there, caught between your ribs, begging to be set free.

But saying them meant exposing yourself.

And that? That terrified you more than anything.

Jenna watched you closely, her brows furrowed in concern as she waited for your response. She could see the conflict playing out across your face, the internal struggle that had you trapped between wanting to reassure her and fearing your own vulnerability.

After a long, tense moment, you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just... I'm not comfortable with my body, Jenna. Not like you are."

Jenna's expression softened, and she squeezed your hand gently. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be uncomfortable with me. I could never think less of you, no matter what."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling some of the tension leave your shoulders at her words. "I know. I know you couldn't. It's just... hard for me to feel good about myself sometimes. And I don't want to ruin this, ruin us, by being too... exposed."

Jenna reached up to cup your cheek with her free hand, her thumb brushing lightly over your skin. "You could never ruin us, baby. And I don't want you to feel like you have to be someone you're not with me. I love you, all of you, just as you are."

She leaned in closer, her forehead resting against yours as she spoke softly. "I want to make you feel good, want to show you how beautiful and desirable you are to me. But I can only do that if you let me in, if you trust me with the parts of yourself that scare you the most."

Her words hung in the air between you, a gentle challenge and a tender promise all at once. You knew she was right, knew that you couldn't expect her to be okay with the walls you kept up if you weren't willing to let her in.

Slowly, hesitantly, you nodded. "Okay," you whispered, feeling a flicker of determination amidst the fear. "Okay, I'll try. For you, I'll try."

Jenna smiled softly, her eyes shining with love and understanding. "That's all I ask. Just try, baby. That's all any of us can do."

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself with newfound resolve. Jenna's words had resonated deep within you, igniting a spark of bravery in your chest. She was right - you couldn't keep holding back, not when she deserved to have all of you.

With trembling fingers, you reached for the hem of your shirt. Jenna watched intently, her expression a mix of anticipation and gentle encouragement. You could see the love and acceptance in her eyes, the silent affirmation that no matter what, she would be right here beside you.

Slowly, you began to lift your shirt up, inch by inch. Your heart raced as more of your skin was revealed, your breath growing shallow as you fought the urge to hide yourself away again. But Jenna's gaze remained soft and admiring, spurring you on.

Finally, with a deep breath, you pulled your shirt off completely and let it fall to the floor beside the bed. You sat there for a moment, your arms instinctively crossing over your chest as you waited for Jenna's reaction.

She was silent for a long moment, her eyes roaming over your newly exposed skin. Then, slowly, she reached out to take your hands in hers, gently uncrossing your arms and holding them at your sides.

"Breathe," she whispered, as if reminding you that you were still alive, still present in this vulnerable moment. "You're so beautiful, baby. Have I ever told you that?"

You shook your head slightly, unable to find your voice. Jenna smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your collarbone, right above the swell of your breast.

"Well, you are," she murmured against your skin. "Inside and out."

With that, she began to trail her fingers over your chest, a feather-light touch that made you shiver. She mapped out the curves of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips - every inch of newly exposed skin was worshipped with gentle caresses and tender kisses.

You felt your body starting to relax, the tension bleeding out of your muscles as Jenna's touch soothed and aroused you all at once. For the first time in a long time, you felt seen - truly seen, in all your flawed and beautiful glory.

As Jenna's hands and lips continued their reverent exploration of your upper body, you felt a growing warmth beginning to pool low in your belly. Her touch was igniting a fire within you, a desire that you had long kept banked down out of fear and insecurity.

But as her fingers danced along the waistband of your pants, you tensed slightly, a flicker of apprehension cutting through the haze of arousal. Jenna paused, sensing your momentary hesitation.

"Shh, it's okay," she soothed, her voice a low murmur against your skin. "We can take this as slow as you need to. No pressure, remember?"

You nodded, drawing in a shaky breath as you tried to relax back into her touch. Jenna smiled softly, pressing another kiss to your hipbone before slowly, carefully, popping the button on your pants.

She let her fingers slip beneath the fabric, brushing lightly over the skin there. You shuddered, your body already responding to her touch in a way that made anticipation coil hot and heavy in your core.

Jenna's hand drifted lower, palming you through the fabric of your underwear. You could feel yourself starting to harden, your body betraying the depth of your arousal despite your lingering nervousness.

Sensing your growing excitement, Jenna looked up at you, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "You're perfect," she breathed, her hand beginning to move in a slow, teasing rhythm. "Absolutely perfect."

You bit your lip, a soft gasp escaping you as your hips began to cant forward, seeking more of her touch. Jenna took that as her cue to slip her hand fully into your underwear, her fingers wrapping around your hardening length.

"Jenna," you gasped, your voice strained with a mix of pleasure and trepidation. She stroked you slowly, her grip gentle but purposeful, coaxing you to full hardness.

"Shh, just feel," she encouraged, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head, smearing the bead of moisture that had already gathered there.

Jenna slowly withdrew her hand from your pants, leaving you aching and wanting more. She could see the mix of emotions playing out across your face - the arousal, the nerves, the tentative trust in her.

With a soft smile, she leaned in to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It was a kiss full of promise and reassurance, a silent vow that she would take care of you, would cherish you, no matter what.

After a long moment, Jenna pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss. With a coy smile, she reached for the hem of her own shirt, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion. She tossed it aside, leaving her torso bare, save for the simple lace of her bra.

Jenna lay back against the bed, the dark sheets a stunning contrast to her warm, glowing skin. She looked up at you with a playful, inviting smile, crooking a finger for you to join her.

"Come here, baby," she murmured, her voice low and enticing. "I want to feel you, all of you."

Hesitantly at first, you climbed onto the bed, settling yourself between Jenna's parted thighs. She guided your hips with gentle hands, urging you to settle against her core.

You could feel the heat of her even through your pants, the promise of her arousal evident in the way she shifted her hips to press more fully against you. Jenna's hands slid up your back, mapping the lines of your shoulder blades before coming to rest at your shoulders.

"Touch me," she breathed, her voice a needy whisper against your ear. "Please, touch me like I touched you."

Emboldened by her words, you slid a hand down her stomach, feeling the quivering of her muscles beneath your palm. You paused at the waistband of her pants, looking up at her for confirmation.

Jenna nodded, her eyes dark and filled with desperate anticipation. "Yes," she breathed. "Please, baby. I need to feel you."

With a deep breath, you popped the button on her pants, slowly lowering the zipper. Jenna lifted her hips, allowing you to tug her pants and panties down in one go. She kicked them off to the side, leaving her lower half bare before you.

Jenna watched you intently, her chest rising and falling with each anticipation-filled breath. She could see the hunger in your eyes as you took in the sight of her newly exposed skin, the way your gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts, barely contained by her lacy bra.

Feeling emboldened by your obvious desire, Jenna reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She let it fall away, revealing the soft, full curves of her breasts to your eager eyes. Her nipples were already hardened, a dusky pink against the warm brown of her skin.

Your own breathing grew heavier as you drank in the sight of her, your palms itching with the urge to explore every inch of her exposed skin. Slowly, almost reverently, you raised a hand to cup one of Jenna's breasts, marveling at the weight of it in your palm.

Jenna let out a soft moan as your hand cupped and gently squeezed her breast, her nipple hardening further against your palm. She arched into your touch, silently begging for more.

"You feel so good," she breathed, her voice husky with arousal. "I love your hands on me, baby."

Emboldened by her praise, you let your other hand drift down to the waistband of your own pants, slipping inside to wrap around your hard, aching length. You stroked yourself slowly, feeling the way you throbbed in your own grip.

Jenna's eyes widened as she watched you, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Touch me," she pleaded, spreading her thighs a little wider.

Without hesitation, you tugged your pants and underwear down just enough to free your erection. It sprang up, hard and ready, the tip already glistening with arousal. Jenna reached down to spread her lower lips apart, revealing the swollen, needy folds of her pussy.

"Here," she breathed, guiding your hips forward until the head of your cock brushed against her slick, heated flesh. "Rub it against me. Make me feel good, baby."

You groaned at the contact, your hips instinctively starting to move. You rubbed the tip of your erection against her clit, feeling it throb and pulse against the sensitive nub. Jenna cried out, her back arching off the bed as jolts of pleasure shot through her.

Jenna's breath hitched as you began to rub the swollen head of your cock against her most sensitive flesh, her hips rocking instinctively to meet your touch. She could feel the heat and hardness of you, the way you throbbed against her with each pass over her aching clit.

"That feels so good, baby," she gasped out, her fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as she urged you on. "Don't stop. Keep touching me just like that."

You could feel her growing wetter by the second, her arousal coating your tip and dripping down to pool on the sheets below. The scent of her desire filled the air, sweet and heady, making your head spin with lust.

"Fuck, you're turning me on so much," Jenna panted, her eyes squeezing shut as she lost herself in the pleasure of your touch. "I love feeling you against me like this. Love knowing it's you, my beautiful girl, touching me."

Her praise spurred you on, and you doubled your efforts, rubbing faster and more firmly against her slick heat. Jenna's moans grew louder, more desperate, as the pressure built between her thighs.

Jenna's breath came in short, sharp gasps as you rubbed the tip of your erection against her dripping folds, her hips bucking up to meet each pass. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body coiling with tension as the pleasure mounted.

"Please," she whimpered, her nails digging into the meat of your ass as she pulled you harder against her. "Please baby, I need more. I need to feel you inside me."

You hesitated for a moment, a flicker of nerves passing through you. "Are you sure?" you asked, your voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I don't want to hurt you."

Jenna looked up at you, her dark eyes blazing with love and desire. "You could never hurt me," she breathed, reaching up to cup your cheek with a trembling hand. "I trust you, baby. I want this, want you, so much."

She guided your hips with her hands, positioning you at her entrance. "Slowly," she urged, her voice a needy whisper. "Take your time. I want to feel every inch of you as you fill me up."

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you began to push forward. Jenna gasped as the head of your cock breached her entrance, her walls fluttering around you. You paused, letting her adjust to the stretch, before slowly, steadily, pushing in deeper.

You felt Jenna's walls stretching around your length as you slowly pushed deeper inside her, inch by hard inch. She was so tight, so hot and slick and perfect. You had to pause a few times, catching your breath and trying to maintain control as her body slowly accommodated your size.

"Oh god, baby," Jenna gasped out, her back arching slightly off the bed. "You feel so big. So good." She looked up at you, her eyes hazy with pleasure and a deep, abiding love. "Don't stop. Keep going."

Emboldened by her words, you pushed on, sinking in a little deeper with each slow, steady thrust. Jenna's hands slid up your back, her nails raking lightly over your skin as she urged you on.

"Fuck, I’m so.. full," she whimpered, her hips rocking up to meet yours.

You could feel the pressure building in your core, the coil of heat winding tighter and tighter. But more than that, you could feel the love radiating off Jenna in waves, the sheer joy and contentment of being with you, of having you inside her.

With a final, deep thrust, you bottomed out, your hips pressed flush against hers. Jenna let out a shuddering moan as you filled her completely, her walls fluttering and clenching around your throbbing length. She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

You began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of Jenna's tight heat enveloping you. She matched your rhythm, rolling her hips to meet yours, drawing you in deeper with each thrust.

"Fuck, baby," Jenna panted, her voice ragged with pleasure.

Her hands roamed over your back, tracing the lines of your muscles as they flexed and tightened with each movement. She pulled you down for a searing kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth to dance with yours.

You lost yourself in the kiss, in the feeling of her body beneath yours, surrounding you, accepting you completely. You could feel the pleasure building with each thrust, each roll of your hips, each breathy praise falling from Jenna's lips.

"Yes, just like that," Jenna encouraged, her voice a needy whisper against your ear.

Jenna's fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as she urged you on, pulling you harder and deeper with each thrust.

She rolled her hips to meet yours, taking you in even deeper. The new angle had you both moaning, the pleasure building with each pass over her most sensitive spots.

"That's it, my pretty girl," Jenna praised, her voice a low, lust-filled murmur. "Don't stop. Keep fucking me just like that."

Jenna could feel your length pulsing and throbbing inside her, growing harder and more insistent with each passing second. She could tell you were getting close, your movements becoming more urgent and desperate.

"Baby," she gasped out, her fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as she held you tight.

She brought your forehead down to rest against her own, wanting to watch your face as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Her dark eyes searched yours, filled with a deep, abiding love and a hunger for your climax.

"Let go, my pretty girl," she whispered, her breath mingling with yours.

Jenna's words, spoken in that low, seductive tone, sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the pressure building to a crescendo, your body tensing and coiling like a tightly wound spring.

"I'm close," you gasped out, your hips starting to stutter and lose their rhythm. "Jenna, fuck. I'm going to come."

Jenna's eyes flashed with a fierce, loving intensity as she felt you start to lose control. She held your gaze, her forehead still pressed against yours, as she whispered urgently.

"Give it to me, baby. Let me have all of you."

Her words, spoken with such raw, desperate need, were the final push you required.

"Jenna!" you cried out, your voice echoing off the walls as you came undone.

Jenna gasped as she felt your length pulsing and throbbing hard inside her, your hot seed spurting forth to coat her deepest depths. She held you tight, her walls clenching down around you, milking every last drop as you rode out the waves of your pleasure.

"Fuck yes," Jenna moaned, her voice ragged and filled with awe. "I can feel you coming, baby. You're so fucking sexy."

She captured your mouth in a searing, passionate kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as you emptied yourself inside her. You could feel her own peak building, your climax pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Jenna's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she felt your hot seed filling her up. The sensation of you coming inside her, combined with the raw, primal passion of the moment, sent her hurtling towards her own peak.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she chanted, her voice a needy, breathless litany. "I'm so close, baby.”

She wrapped her legs around you even tighter, locking her ankles at the small of your back. Her hands gripped your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she pulled you down, burying you inside her as deep as you could go.

Jenna's body began to tremble and shake, her walls starting to flutter and clench around your still-throbbing length. She was right on the cusp, teetering on the brink of a massive, earth-shattering climax.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whimpered, her hips bucking wildly against yours. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

With a sharp cry of your name, Jenna came undone. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing and shaking as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. Her walls clamped down around you like a vice, rippling and pulsing as she rode out the intense, mind-numbing ecstasy.

Jenna clung to you tightly as the aftershocks of her intense orgasm washed over her, her body still trembling and quaking with the force of it. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, her breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps as she slowly came down from her high.

For a long moment, you simply held each other, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion. The room was filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and the soft, sated sighs of contentment.

Finally, Jenna leaned back slightly to look up at you, her dark eyes glazed but shining with a deep, abiding love and satisfaction. A slow, lazy smile spread across her face as she reached up to cup your cheek with a trembling hand.

"My beautiful girl," she murmured, her voice a low, intimate rasp. "That was... incredible. Better than anything I could have ever imagined."

She took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing, her smile softening into something more tender and affectionate.

"I waited so long for that moment, baby. Two long years of wanting you, of dreaming about having you like this. And it was worth every second of the wait."

Jenna leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, pouring all of her love and gratitude into the gentle caress. When she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the closeness and intimacy of the moment.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with a fierce, unwavering devotion.

“I love you too.”

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REQUEST: can you do smut with Jenna Ortega—it’s been two years since her and reader have been dating yet she doesn’t know why reader keeps refusing her when shes trying to go further than a makeout, it was fine until Jenna started to overthink, if she was pretty or attractive in reader’s eyes, but in truth, reader is just insecure about her body (top reader, female or gp but preferably gp!reader)

[whisperedmeg]

QUIET PROOF ―.✦ s.r. soft animal series ∘ part v

pairing: spencer reid x fem!nurse!reader

summary: a morning ambush from spencer’s friends tests a bond still forming. when doubt creeps in, love answers — not loudly, but clearly.

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

w/c: 2.7k

tags/warnings: post-prison spencer, vague talk of intimacy but nothing explicit, jj and garcia being cutie nosy bffs, reader gets insecure and anxious and spirals a bit, spencer is a reassuring sweetie pie

a/n: this one goes out to all my fellow anxious girlies with a words of affirmation love language. as always, appreciate all comments/likes/reblogs more than I can even express! thank you sm to everyone who has followed this series so far 🫶🏼

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I woke to the faint weight of sunlight brushing my face through the thin curtains, soft and gentle like a secret only the morning knew. For a moment, I laid still, feeling the steady rhythm of Spencer’s breath against my back, the warmth of his body curled close. Something had shifted between us overnight — I could feel it in the quiet spaces, in the way he hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t spoken, yet didn’t quite let himself relax, either.

Neither of us said a word. We didn’t have to. The air between us hummed with a tentative understanding — maybe hope, maybe fear — and I wasn’t sure which of us would break the silence first.

I traced lazy circles on his arm. His hand found mine, fingers curling around mine with a softness that made my chest ache in the best way. I smiled into the quiet, this small bubble of peace we’d started creating together.

Things started to lean toward something more — a brush of lips, the slow heat of skin meeting skin — when suddenly, there was a loud knock at his front door.

“Shit,” he muttered, pulling away and scrambling out of bed. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. I’m sorry.”

He padded quickly across the room in just his boxers, trying to finger-comb his hair into something less Einstein-like. From the other side of the apartment, voices drifted in.

“Hey, Spence,” a woman called through the door. “You’ve been kind of off the grid lately, so we thought we’d drop by.”

“And by ‘drop by,’ she means ambush,” another voice added, singsong. “Hi, boy genius. Don’t mind us. We just want to make sure you’re still alive.”

Spencer winced. “It’s JJ and Garcia,” he whispered, looking like he might spontaneously combust. “They’re my colleagues. I haven’t, um, told them… about you.”

I silently thanked some invisible force of the universe for convincing me I should wear shorts under his t-shirt last night instead of just my underwear.

“I figured,” I said, sitting up and clutching the sheet tighter. “Do you want me to, like, hide under the bed, or should I just pretend I sleepwalked into the wrong apartment?”

His face crumpled into a smile — nervous, but genuine. “I don’t want to hide you. Just… maybe wait a second before you come out.” He finished pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before walking out of the bedroom.

He walked to the front of his apartment and unlocked the door. “Morning,” he said, and I heard the practiced calm in his voice. “Everything okay?”

The more colorful blonde woman — Penelope Garcia, I guessed, based on photos he’d shown me — didn’t even pause. “Define okay. We’ve texted, we’ve called. You didn’t show up to our standing monthly brunch on Sunday!”

“I’ve just… been here,” Spencer said, clearly trying not to panic. “Taking time.”

The other woman, who I assumed had to be JJ, narrowed her eyes. “Time for what?”

That was when I moved. I wasn’t sure why — I could’ve stayed hidden — but something in me didn’t want to. Maybe it was the warmth still clinging to me from the way Spencer had held me all night. Maybe it was just that I liked knowing where I stood. So I stepped quietly into view, hair still a mess, heart thudding like a drumline, blanket wrapped around me like a fluffy shield. “Um. Hi,” I said, voice soft and a little shy and awkward, but steady.

Garcia froze mid-expression, her mouth hanging open before she clamped it shut. JJ blinked once, then tilted her head.

Spencer stammered out an awkward laugh. He ran a hand through his hair and introduced me, motioning for me to come stand next to him.

JJ’s eyes flicked from me to him, then back again. “Nice to meet you,” she said, visibly recalibrating. Her smile settled into something kind. “Sorry to barge in like this. We didn’t know Spencer was seeing someone.”

Garcia, clearly never one to resist a dramatic pause, took a breath and beamed. “You are a vision. Spencer Reid, I did not see this plot twist coming. When on earth did you find the time to meet someone?!”

I laughed, a little startled by how easily they both made space for me. “Sorry for the surprise. This is not how I usually meet people,” I said as I gestured towards my overall messy appearance. “And definitely not how I planned on meeting Spencer’s friends.”

“Trust me, it’s not even in the top three weirdest ways we’ve met some of Spencer’s acquaintances,” JJ teased.

Spencer groaned and rubbed his eyes. “Do you guys want coffee?”

“Yes, please,” Garcia said, already stepping inside and handing JJ her purse. “I also want answers, but I’ll wait until we all have some caffeine. I’m not a total monster.”

JJ followed her in with a smile. “This won’t be an interrogation, by the way. We’re just… protective. He’s family.”

“I get that,” I said, glancing at Spencer, who gave me a quick smile over his shoulder as he started pouring water into the coffee pot. “I’m the same way with people I care about.”

We all made our way to the kitchen, where I perched on a stool, still wrapped in a blanket like some kind of toga-clad guest on a morning show. Garcia was already scouring Spencer’s cabinets for mugs.

“So,” she began, “how did you two meet?”

“I’m a nurse,” I replied. Once her blank stare made me realize that my response didn’t actually answer her question, I cleared my throat with an awkward laugh. “At, uh, Millburn. I’m a nurse in the infirmary there.”

That made JJ glance up from where she was doctoring her coffee. “Really? That’s how you two met?”

I nodded. There was a pause — not an uncomfortable one, just a moment of absorption.

“Huh,” Garcia said. “Well, that’s a meet-cute I did not see coming.”

Spencer made a small coughing sound and handed me a mug like he needed to redirect his awkward energy somewhere.

JJ looked at me for a second longer. “That couldn’t have been easy. For either of you.”

“It wasn’t,” Spencer chimed in. “But that part is over now.”

JJ leaned back against the counter. “I’m glad you had someone looking out for you in there,” she said to Spencer.

“I did,” he said quietly. “She’s the one who got me moved out of gen pop, actually. It was her medical report that convinced the warden to put me in protective custody.”

Both women looked at me with something resembling awe and gratitude in their expressions, then we moved along to sipping our coffees.

There was another short pause, broken when Garcia pulled her phone out of her purse and wiggled it dramatically. “Okay. So. About that reinstatement news.”

Spencer groaned. “Penelope…”

“I didn’t break into anything,” she insisted, holding up her hands. “I just… peeked. And word on the encrypted street is, you’re about two weeks away from an official decision. And it’s definitely looking like it’s leaning positive.”

Spencer looked stunned for a second — hope and fear battling quietly in his eyes. He didn’t say anything right away, just nodded slowly.

JJ stepped closer, resting a hand on Spencer’s arm. “Whatever happens, we’re here. Okay? You’re not alone.”

“I know,” he said. His voice cracked a little.

We finished our coffee slowly, the conversation drifting toward lighter things — Garcia’s latest side project (something involving 3D printed dog collars?), JJ’s boys (Spencer’s godsons, I learned) and their ever-expanding collection of Nerf weapons, and the absurdity of trying to explain to anyone outside the BAU what their job actually was. They asked me more questions about myself, but it didn’t feel like an inquisition. It felt like they genuinely cared to know about this new mysterious person in their friend’s life.

Eventually, they stood to go, giving Spencer gentle hugs and me a warm goodbye.

Garcia leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. “Take care of our boy, okay?”

“I will,” I said, meaning it.

And when they were gone, when the door closed behind them, I looked at Spencer, finally releasing the breath I’d been holding since they first knocked.

“I think they like you,” he said.

I smiled, letting out a sigh of relief tinged with joy. “I like them, too.”

And I liked him. More than I knew how to say. But maybe, for now, this was enough.

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It had been one week since JJ and Garcia had shown up on Spencer’s doorstep, bright-eyed and suspicious and exactly as wonderful as I’d hoped his friends would be. One week since I stood in his kitchen in a blanket toga, answering soft but pointed questions over coffee. One week since Penelope squeezed my hand and told me to take care of “their boy,” and JJ gave me a look that said she saw me.

In the days that followed, everything had both shifted and stayed the same.

Spencer had his final psych eval with the Bureau. I worked more shifts at Millburn. And each night, I came back to him — or he came back to me — and we made a quiet ritual out of not saying too much about what any of it meant. We kissed until our lungs burned, explored each other’s bodies with hands and mouths that knew how to be reverent. There were moans and whispers, and the dizzying pleasure of being skin-to-skin. But still — no sex. Not yet. Sometimes he’d stop suddenly, forehead pressed to my collarbone, murmuring that he needed a minute. I always gave him one. Sometimes two.

It wasn’t unspoken. But it also wasn’t discussed. It just… was. That boundary had become part of our rhythm. He didn’t rush, and I didn’t press. We were building something with our hearts and hands before letting our bodies finish the story.

Tonight, we laid tangled on his couch, a half-watched documentary playing quietly on the screen — something about extinct languages that I could only follow for about five minutes before getting lost; classic Spencer fare. He was behind me, his arm looped around my waist, and I was tucked back against him like a comma in the sentence of his body. He traced shapes into my hip bone like his fingers were thinking out loud.

But for some reason, my mind wouldn’t still. A silly, passing comment he made earlier about how nice of a person I am tugged at the taut wires in my brain. I stared at the blue light of the TV and tried to focus on the narrator’s voice, the familiar cadence of academia. It was useless, though — my thoughts had already started spiraling.

Spencer always called me beautiful. Kind. Wonderful. Nice. But those words were just broad strokes. They didn’t feel anchored in who I was, not really. He hadn’t said why he liked me, just that he did. And part of me — the part that had built walls and lived too long inside my own overthinking — started whispering dangerous little questions.

What if I was just… convenient? What if I was the safest thing he’d had in a long time, and he was mistaking that for something else? Sure, he looked at me like I was something precious. But that didn’t mean he knew me.

Maybe everything he thought he felt for me was just transference. Maybe I was just the person who kept him from unraveling in prison, and now he didn’t know how to let go.

I felt my body begin to tense. My breathing grew shallow. My chest ached with the weight of my own unworthiness — a feeling I thought I’d outgrown, but apparently not.

Behind me, Spencer shifted.

“Hey,” he murmured, pausing the documentary. The room fell into a soft hush. “You just disappeared. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I said automatically, eyes fixed ahead. “Just thinking.”

His hand brushed my side. “You’re shaking.”

I hadn’t realized I was. My throat tightened. “I don’t want to ruin this,” I whispered.

“You won’t.”

“I just… sometimes I think maybe this isn’t what I think it is. Like maybe you only feel any sense of attachment to me because of what I was to you in there.”

Silence. My shame filled the space between us like smoke.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low but steady. “Please look at me.”

I turned, hesitantly, until we were face to face. His eyes searched mine like they were scanning for injuries — soft, deliberate, full of that quiet panic he always tried to hide when someone he cared about was hurting.

“I know it’s stupid, I know I shouldn’t think like that, but… you’ve never actually said what you like about me. You just use words like kind and wonderful, which are very nice things to be called, obviously, but they’re not… they’re not me, not really. I’m terrified this is all just gratitude disguised as something more. Or that one day you’ll stop being grateful and realize I was part of the damage.”

By now my voice had begun to shake, and I was blinking fast. Spencer moved instantly, sitting me up and kneeling in front of me, both hands on my thighs.

“You’re not part of the damage,” he said, and his voice was low and sure. “You’re the reason I made it out of there still believing people could be good. You didn’t just help me survive. You made me want to.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“I didn’t fall for you because you were kind to me in prison,” he said. “I fell for you because you notice things other people don’t. You read people like I read books — not just with interest, but with care. You’re perceptive. Sharp. You ask good questions. You make people feel seen.

“I fell for you because you see me, exactly as I am. And you don’t ever flinch. You don’t try to fix me or save me. You just… stay. Even when I pull back. Even when I don’t know how to move forward.”

His voice caught for a second, then steadied again.

“You’re funny, even when you don’t mean to be. You make these little under-your-breath observations that always make me laugh. You help people like it’s instinct, not obligation. And when I panic, you don’t panic with me. You just breathe, and wait, stay, and let me come back.”

Tears pricked hot at the backs of my eyes. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to interrupt.

“I fell for the way you carry things quietly, like your own heart has had to do the heavy lifting too many times but never hardened. I fell for the way you always ask me what I want instead of assuming. And how when you touch me, it never feels like I owe you anything — you touch me simply because you crave my closeness and want me to feel wanted. I fell for your stubbornness, and your calm, and the way being with you feels like home, no matter where we are.”

He paused, eyes locked on mine. “So yeah. I fell for you. I’m grateful for the way you helped me when I was in Millburn, sure, but it’s more than that. I like you. I want you.”

I stared at him, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “You fell for me?” I asked, barely more than a whisper.

He nodded with that pure, honest softness only Spencer had. “I did,” he said. “I do. I'm still falling for you. Every day.”

I let out a shaky laugh that was halfway to a sob, my chest cracking wide open. “Good,” I whispered. “Because I’m definitely falling for you, too. So much so that it terrifies me — good terrified, though.”

His expression softened in a way that made my whole body ache. Like my words had knocked something loose in him — or maybe settled something that had been rattling too long.

For a long, quiet moment, we just looked at each other. Breathing. Shaking a little, together.

Then he leaned in slowly, resting his forehead to mine. “You’re not something I’m clinging to. You’re someone I’m choosing.”

And I believed him.

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part vi

[writtenbythemoonandstars]

Bedazzled

**This story contains discussions of injury, medical trauma, sexual harassment, and emotional distress. Please read with care!

Dr. Robby's carefully private life is exposed when his girlfriend arrives at the ER after a violent attack. Dana and Collins piece things together when he rushes to her side, revealing a side of himself they’ve never seen.

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He never explicitly said he was seeing anyone but everyone in the Pitt knew Robby was at least getting laid.

Over the last few weeks he'd been less high strung. Not snapping at the residents or med students. "Whoever it is I just want to say thank you." Dr. Mohan, Samira, mumbles to Dana.

Heather, Dr. Collins, leans in. "We're talking about Robby's new girlfriend?" She asks. They both nod. "I think she-" Heather is cut off as a young woman, dressed in a tight short red bedazzled dress, limps towards them. A despondent look in her eyes. A hand pressed against her shoulder that oozes blood beneath it, matching the blood running from her nose down her chin. Her long pin straight dark hair messy like it had been pulled on.

Heather immediately jumps into action. "Are you alright?" She asks looking over the woman's body.

"I- I was stabbed." Is all she says. Dana helps guide her to a gurney nearby and she slowly sits down. Dr. Collins walks up to her, gloved up, and gently removes her hand from her shoulder. She winces but stays still. "We are going to take good care of you, okay? Can you tell me your name?" Collins cuts the strap of her dress to get better access to the wound though there wasn’t much of a strap to begin with. Dana supplies her with a blanket.

"Michael… uhm Dr. Robinavitch works here right?" She asks.

Dana and Heather share a look. "Yes he does. He goes by Dr. Robby here."

"Oh.. Uhm.. Okay. Dr. Robby. He-" She jumps when the antiseptic is wiped over her cut.

"Sorry." Heather frowns, continuing her work.

"Honey, can we get your name?" Dana asks, "for your charts. We wanna run some labs."

She gives them her name. "I'm 26." She adds. "And I wasn't raped." Her voice soft. Scratchy. She knew that was the "labs" they wanted to run, at least one of them.

"Have you had an STI check recently?" Dana asks, no judgement in her tone.

"Last week." She nods, "Can I… could I see Dr.. Robina- Robby?"

Dana looks up from the tablet. "I'm not sure he's here yet. Robby works at 7." It was barely 6:30am. "Do you know him?"

No response.

"When he gets here can I see him?" She asks. Biting her lip as tears fill her eyes while Collins stitches her arm.

"When I see him I'll let him know you're looking." Dana offers a kind smile and a gentle hand on her wrist. Then she quietly exits the room.

"What happened?" Dr. Collin's asks, cutting the string, turning to find a large enough patch bandage.

"Was walking home." She begins.

"Alone?" Heather knows all too well what it's like for women walking in the dark. Alone. Late at night.

"My boyfriend usually picks me up from work but he was busy… He didn't answer his phone." She looks down at her hands twisting together in her lap. "I don't live that far. There was this client of mine… I don't do private dances. Not anymore-" She explains. "He was upset that 300 dollars wasn't enough to bribe me after I said no-" There's no need for her to continue, even if the tears or choked sob hadn't cut her off.

"You're safe now honey." Heather reassures her. "You sure you don’t need the-"

"He didn't rape me." She replies sharply, "sorry I-"

"Don't be sorry." A shake of the doctors head. "You need a phone? Call your boyfriend again?"

A nod.

Heather hands her the landline. Then gives her some privacy.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes. Stop harassing me-" Robby's voice half teasing half annoyed when he answers the phone.

"Michael?" Her voice soft. She can practically hear his heart stop beating. "It's uhm-"

"What the hell are you doing in the ER?" He cuts her off.

"Well I- you didn’t answer your phone earlier when I got off- which is fine-" She's quick to excuse, "so I was going to walk-"

"Baby you know how I feel about you walking home alone." His voice sharp. Dominant. But not angry with her. Never angry with her.

"S-Sorry-"

"Fuck honey don't be sorry." He sighs. Guilt filling his body. "I'll be there in five minutes."

"Dr. Collins already stitched me up." She tells him.

"Stitched you up?" his voice tense.

"I- I was stabbed." She hears the mumbled curse words.

No one has ever seen Robby move so fast. Dana points to the closed curtain in the corner of the room. Just having intuition. So much for keeping his relationship, not necessarily a secret but, private. They don't need to know everything about him.

His hands are on her face before she even realizes anyone had entered the room. Her body immediately relaxing. His hands pushing her hair back in that way she knows he does to calm himself more than it calms her down. "Did you hit your head?" He asks.

"No." Her voice soft.

"No fractures?" Robby prods at her nose until she winces and he stops. Sending her an apologetic look.

"I'm not a doctor but no one has mentioned fractured nose to me." She replies.

"You tell the police who did it? It was the fuckin' guy whose been harassing you?"

"I haven't talked to the police yet. But yes it was. She nods.

He holds her hair gently, running his hands through it again. "I'm real sorry I didn’t answer the phone baby." He sounds truly guilty. You'd think he was the one that hit her.

"Not your fault. I know you worked a long shift.." Over time is what he worked. The emotional trauma yesterday caused on top of physical labor.

He sighs. "Can I take you home?" He asks.

Her discharge papers are held up to his face. "Don't you have to work?"

"Haven't clocked in yet. I can be a little late." A kiss is pressed to her head. She leans in to his touch.

"I've also got some clothes for ya." He looks down at her attire. The blanket Dana had given her covering the cut up dress.

"Okay." She nods. He grabs the things she came with before carefully helping her stand. The mild pain killers making her a bit wobbly but she can walk on her own. Except… the shoes she came in with her those God awful high heels.

Robby loves them, don't get him wrong, but not when she's walking around in them.

He throws a scrub top over her head. Letting it fall past her knees and making sure not to irritate her stitches. Then he throws her dress away. "I really loved that outfit." She pouts.

"I'll buy you a new one." He mumbles, helping her into some temporary shoes, carrying the heels along with her other things.

Dana bites her lip, as if she's trying not to say anything when they walk by. He shoots her and Heather a look. That he'll explain later.

He was not looking forward to it.

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This is my first work on Tumblr (and Dr. Robby) so I hope you enjoy! This is not edited..

[russo-woso]

First appointment

Y/N has her first appointment and sees her baby for the first time

4 weeks 5 days

After confirming with the clinic that the pregnancy test was positive, they insisted you came in and had a scan done so they knew you were definitely pregnant.

Clearly a sixteen year old who was just starting her career was lying about being pregnant.

You were going to decline the offer, not wanting to step foot in that place again but your lawyer had told you it was a good idea and could be used as evidence later on.

It still took a bit of reassurance from Leah and your mum but eventually you agreed.

Everything was still up in arms. The clinic were still blaming it all on the system error but you found out that the doctor that did the procedure should have clarified your name and age before starting.

You had spent many nights crying into your pillow, the stress from everything affecting you greatly.

Leah had been your rock though. Every night she’s climb into your bed, stroking your hair as you fell asleep.

After seeing how worked up you had gotten yourself because of the legal side of things, Leah decided to keep it away from you.

You no longer knew what was happening and instead, Leah and your parents were the lead case handlers.

Leah had tried to sit you down a few times and ask if you had decided to keep it or not but every time you didn’t have an answer.

It wasn’t a simple choice.

You felt a small connection to the baby, it was your blood, it was your baby. However, your career was just starting and you couldn’t afford to be out for a year.

But you could imagine a future with a baby, with your baby.

“Kiddo, you ready to go?” Leah asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as she walked into your room.

You reluctantly nodded, just a small and swift movement that Leah barely saw.

“Look at me, kiddo. I know it’s scary going back, but I’ll be there with you the whole time.” Leah reassured you, crouching down in front of you and taking your hands in hers.

Your sister was your safe place, the person you go to whenever things get hard so having her there definitely made it that little bit less daunting.

“I can always reschedule it for another day.” Leah suggested but you shook your head.

“I’d rather get it over and done with.”

“Okay then, kid. Come on then.”

Leah wrapped her arm round you as you walked out your room, offering that bit of support and comfort.

“You go sit down, I’ll sign you in.” Leah said, going your separate ways as you walked to the waiting room and Leah going to reception.

“That didn’t take long. The receptionist said that you’ve got a completely different doctor today.”

You hummed, too lost in your thoughts to respond.

“Le?” You began, Leah turning to face you waiting for you to continue. “If I do have the baby, will you kick me out? Because the baby will cry and I don’t want you not getting any sleep and then—”

“Woah, woah, kiddo calm down. Of course I’m not going to kick you out. You’re my baby sister, Y/N. This isn’t your fault and I’m not going to let you think it is. The baby is my niece or nephew and I’ll love it just as much as I love you. Maybe even a tiny bit more if it doesn’t have your attitude. But there’s no way I’m kicking you out.” Leah explained, resting a hand on your leg that bounced with nerves.

There was a moment of silence before your name was called by a doctor.

Leah helped you up, both of you walking to the side room.

Inside was a bed with a few chairs and a tv on the wall connected to a monitor.

“I’ve looked back at your files and the embryo would have fertilised four and a half weeks ago so you might not be able to see much, if anything, on the scan but I will be able to see the amniotic sack which will confirm you are pregnant. Am I okay to just lift your shirt?” The doctor asked and you nodded, pulling up the shirt yourself.

She applied some gel before turning the monitor on.

Your eyes focused on the screen in front of you, the doctor now moving a probe along your lower abdomen.

You reached for Leah’s hand, wanting to know she was close.

“I’m here, bubba.” She whispered quietly, clearly seeing how nervous you were.

“It’s very early but I can see the baby just there.” The doctor said, pointing to a tiny, barely visible dot on the screen.

“That’s your baby.” Leah told you quietly, her voice sounding emotional as she spoke.

“The amniotic sack is surrounding it and the lining of your uterus has thickened so you are definitely pregnant. The measurements of your uterus are looking all good. At this moment in time, I haven’t got much to tell you in regard to the embryo. Now, due to the circumstances, I have to ask you a question that may be a bit of a difficult one to answer. I can wait a few days for a response so there’s no rush or no need to answer straight away. We can offer you an abortion if you want. The baby’s still small enough to do an abortion.” The doctor explained, still keeping the prong on your abdomen.

Your eyes kept glued to the screen in front of you, more specifically at the tiny blob.

You kept quiet, gathering your thoughts before taking a deep breath in.

“I think I want to keep it.”

You felt Leah’s hand squeeze yours.

“Yeah, I want to keep it.” You repeated, sending a firm nod to the doctor.

“Okay. I can print some pictures for you and then when you head out, could you sign the sheet declaring you’ve declined our offer of an abortion?”

You nodded, pulling your shirt down and sitting up.

“Are you sure you want this?” Leah questioned

“I want this. I mean, sometimes you’re a bit boring so at least I’d have someone else around.” You joked, sending her a small smirk as you stood up.

“I hope this baby doesn’t get your cheek. I don’t think I could cope with two of you.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad.” You defended yourself, playfully shoving Leah.

“You’re not that bad.” Leah admitted, pulling you in for a side hug. “I’m proud of you, kiddo.”

“Thanks, le. I don’t think I would’ve said yes if you weren’t gonna be there.” You revealed, hugging your sister tightly.

“Right. There are the pictures from the ultrasound. I’ll lead you to reception.” The doctor said, handing you five small pictures before opening the door and leading you out.

You signed the paperwork before finally leaving the building.

“You jump in the car and I’ll call mum and tell her how it went.” Leah told you whilst you jumped in the passenger seat.

You stared at the pictures in your hand - the tiny blob evident in all of them.

“We’ll get through this won’t we blob?”

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“Tangled”

Jinx x GN!Reader

WARNINGS:None

WC:775

NOTE: Braiding Jinx’s hair. Established Relationship!!

The dim light of the workshop cast long shadows across the walls, the faint hum of electricity the only sound between you and Jinx. Her hair was wild today—wilder than usual. Loose strands stuck out at odd angles, the electric blue a tangled mess from whatever she’d been up to earlier.

“Hold still,” you murmured, your fingers carefully parting the chaos into sections.

Jinx was sitting cross-legged on the floor, knees bouncing impatiently. “I am holding still,” she grumbled, though the way she kept twisting her head every time a spark caught her eye said otherwise.

“You’re literally moving right now.”

“Am not.”

“Jinx.”

She groaned dramatically, throwing her head back before finally giving in. “Fine, fine. Geez, you’re bossy.”

You smiled, your fingers deftly weaving her hair into a braid. “Someone has to be.”

Jinx huffed, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she rested her chin on her palm, letting the silence stretch between you. For once, she wasn’t filling it with nervous chatter or some wild story about how she’d blow something up. Her body felt lighter, less tense, as if your touch smoothed out more than just her hair.

“Why do you do this?” she asked suddenly, her voice quieter than usual.

“Do what?”

“This.” She tilted her head slightly, motioning toward your hands. “The whole… touching my hair thing. Doesn’t it get boring?”

You paused, fingers still in her hair as you thought about how to answer. “It’s not boring,” you said finally. “I like it. I like being close to you.”

Her breath hitched, and for a second, she didn’t say anything. Then, in true Jinx fashion, she snorted. “Pfft. You’re so sappy.”

“You asked,” you teased, tugging lightly on a strand of hair.

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved her hand dismissively, but you caught the faint pink dusting her cheeks.

You kept braiding, the rhythm soothing for both of you. Jinx stayed quiet, which was rare, and you wondered if she was lost in her head. You didn’t push, though. Jinx’s mind was a wild place, and sometimes it needed room to run.

When you finished the first braid, you secured it with a small band before starting on the next section.

“You’re really good at this,” she muttered after a while, her tone almost shy.

“Thanks. You’ve got great hair to work with.”

“Duh.” She grinned, finally turning her head to look at you. “Think I’d look good with, like, a thousand braids?”

“I think you’d look good with anything.”

That earned you a genuine laugh, light and carefree. The sound warmed your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

When you finished the last braid, you gently tilted her chin up so she’d look at you. “There. All done.”

Jinx blinked up at you, her pink eyes wide and curious. “Do I look badass?”

“You always look badass.”

She smirked, but there was a softness behind it, her usual sharp edges dulled by your presence. For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Just stared at you like you were something rare, something she couldn’t quite figure out.

Her voice was softer when she spoke again. “You’re different, you know that?”

“Different how?”

“You don’t treat me like I’m…” Her words trailed off, her gaze dropping to the floor. “Like I’m broken.”

You reached out, brushing your thumb gently over her cheek. “You’re not broken, Jinx. Not to me.”

Her breath caught, and for once, she didn’t have a snarky comeback. Instead, she leaned into your touch, her pink eyes searching yours for something—reassurance, maybe, or just a moment of peace.

You didn’t think. You just moved closer, your hand sliding to the back of her neck as you pressed your lips to hers.

Jinx stiffened for half a second, caught off guard, but then she melted into the kiss, her hands clutching the front of your shirt like she was afraid you’d disappear if she let go.

It wasn’t wild or rushed. It was soft, tentative, like the two of you were afraid of breaking whatever fragile thing you’d just created.

When you finally pulled back, Jinx stared at you with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted.

“Wow,” she whispered, a grin slowly creeping onto her face. “You kiss like a sap, too.”

You laughed, brushing a strand of blue hair from her face. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“Yeah, well…” She smirked, leaning in until her forehead rested against yours. “Guess you’re not completely boring.”

And in that quiet, tangled moment, it felt like the whole world had fallen away. Just you and Jinx, and the small, fleeting peace you’d created together.

Hii!!

I randomly thought of this soooo I hope you enjoy!

I want food

[tjwritesfanfics]

Three's company (Spencer Reid & Chip Taylor)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (ft. Chip Taylor)

Summary: Spencer finally says yes to your request for a threesome and you choose his twin brother, Chip.

Rating: Mature 18+ only

Warning: Threesome, oral (male receiving), masturbation, p in v sex (Unprotected. Guys you know the drill. Be safe)

Words: 983 (Not a long smut sorry)

Main Masterlist | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Other MGG Characters Masterlist

“You can tell me”

“No, I really don’t think I can.”

Spencer ran his fingers over the skin of your hip, enjoying the view of you post orgasm. The topic of different things to try in bed came up and when you thought about it, you knew you couldn’t bring up your wildest dream… again.

Spencer doesn’t share well. He never really has, but when you asked to have a threesome he hesitated and when he said he would think about it, but it depended on who it was, and you said his twin brother, he flipped.

“No way! I won’t share you with my brother.”

His words echoing in your head even now when your brain is on a high from the new thing Spencer learned to do with his tongue. Sometimes bringing up the idea of watching porn with your boyfriend was beneficial.

“Is it the threesome thing?” Your silence was enough of an answer for him. You could see him enter a deep state of thought, genuinely thinking of if he wants to share you with not only another person, but his own brother. His TWIN brother. The men in his family were really good at giving, a fact he was unhappy to know about his father and brother, and what if Chip was better than him? 

Though he doesn’t know what makes you weak in the knees. He could try with all his might, but Spencer would be the end for you… Right?

In the end he knew he would give into your desire, even if he wasn’t that comfortable with it, because Spencer would give you the moon and the stars if he could.

hich is how he found himself agreeing to your request. Your squeal of happiness was the immediate reassurance that he made the right decision, but then a few days later when you were on your knees, in HIS favorite purple lingerie no less, sucking on his brother’s dick, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“After all that happened to you, Chippy, I just want you to feel worshiped.” Was the reasoning you gave to Chip as you slid down to your knees in front of him, wiggling your hips for Spencer’s view from where he sat in the recliner you requested be in the room, and undoing Chip’s jeans.

You whimpered at how hard he was already, the tip a bright red. And without warning you had swallowed Chip whole, his brother’s head falling back and letting out a loud moan.

Spencer smirked a little at the sight, knowing how warm and wet your mouth was and what it was like to experience it for the first time, despite the little green monster sitting on his shoulder telling him that he should tie Chip up and make him watch as Spencer fucked his woman into submission.

But all he could do was palm his erection to relieve any form of pressure. He told you that he would go along with this and do as you wanted.

And right now you wanted to devour his brother’s cock while he seemed to lose his mind.

“Oh fuck!” Chip moaned, his hands searching for a perch in your hair, gripping harshly which caused you to moan around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge, his cum spilling into your mouth.

You pulled back, swallowing what you could before turning to Spencer, opening your mouth to show him that you finished your meal.

“My good girl always knows how to please, huh Chip?”

Chip nodded, his cheeks flushing at the authoritative voice that came from his twin. While they were the same in looks and everything, they were also so different. Spencer was smart and Chip was a bit dumb, sweet, but dumb.

And it seems that they were also different in the bedroom as well, Spencer seeming to stay in complete control despite the little minx currently crawling towards him and crawling into his lap.

And Chip? He came so fast that it was almost embarrassing, but no one had ever had their mouth on his dick before. He wasn’t used to the sensation.

But one thing was for certain, he wanted more. Though it was Spencer’s one rule, no fucking his woman, he wanted to defy his brother and have you.

He wouldn’t, because he respected Spencer, but god did he want to. Just the thought of taking your tight little pussy had him hard again.

Your mewl pulled Chip out of his thoughts, his eyes seeing that Spencer had already started what he wanted to do, panties of the lingerie pushed aside, his brother’s cock buried deep inside of your cunt as you rode him with all your might, which even to Chip he could tell that it wasn’t for you.

Spencer’s smile said that he noticed Chip’s stare and as if it was what he was waiting for he planted his feet firmly on the ground and fucked up into you. You screamed at the sudden force, falling forward and submitting to Spener’s assault.

Chip couldn’t stand it anymore as he wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping in time with his brother’s trusts. Faster and deeper, Chip couldn’t tear his eyes away from the spot where Spencer’s cock disappeared, the wet slick of your pussy glistening in the dim light.

The three of you moan in sync, the sensation becoming too much to handle. Chip came first, his cum spurting from his tip and over the floor, you shortly after, Spencer’s assault of your G-spot having you seeing stars.

A few more thrusts and Spencer came deep inside of you, painting your insides white with his release.

As much as he hated to admit it… That was the hottest thing the two of you have done in the bedroom in a long while.

Maybe Chip can join again, but only on his terms.

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[peachylynnie]

peach iced tea

word count: 1.4k synopsis: in which caleb reassures you on a hot summer day. contains: caleb x fem!reader (doesn't have to be mc), recently established relationship, consumption of beverages, cursing, banter, slight angst, insecure thoughts, comfort, and a suggestive bonus at the end. a/n: i've kinda accepted that updates are going to be slow due to my mental health. but yay, i finally wrote something for caleb (warily eyes my rotting musical!au fic)! this fic was actually supposed to be only the suggestive bit at the end, but you know me, i get carried away when it comes to angst and comfort. enjoy! reblogs and comments are much appreciated! lads masterlist

you couldn't be happier to sip on your drink. infused with black tea leaves and filled with tapioca boba, your peach iced tea acts as a much-needed relief, especially on a hot day like today.

you weren’t always the biggest fan of summer. sure, the idea of “hot girl summer” excites you. bikinis on the beach, your favorite fruits in season, outdoor concerts, and more—summer is the perfect season to indulge in all these things. but at the cost of what? clothing sticking to you as a result of sweating bullets, bills rising due to your constant usage of the air conditioner, and mosquitoes refusing to leave your poor skin alone? fuck no. 

you sigh, sipping on the drink some more. if only life’s simple pleasures could be enjoyed with no price to pay. 

“you okay, pips?” 

you glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting next to you on the couch. he’s looking at you expectantly. 

“yeah,” you reply before swallowing some boba. “just irritated. this heat is killing me.” 

caleb chuckles, taking a sip of his own drink, a green apple slushie with mini tapioca boba. 

“well, why don’t you turn on the ac?” 

“you know why,” you groan. “i already used it twice this past week. any more uses, and my bills are going to spike like crazy.” 

as you grumble to yourself about how stupid it is that you have to pay to use an appliance, caleb takes another sip, gazing at you contemplatively. 

finally, he speaks up. 

“you know, you can always just move into my place.” 

you choke on your peach tea. 

“what?!” 

he pats you on the back, helping you cough up some of the fluids. 

“sorry,” you rasp as you put your drink down on the coffee table. “what did you just say?”

“you can always move in with me,” your boyfriend repeats, also putting his drink down. “you wouldn’t have to worry about your bills. since i own the place, you can turn on the ac whenever you want. we could finally cuddle without sweating like crazy, not that i ever minded or anything. but," he drags out, "because my girlfriend minds, i think moving in would be a good idea.” 

as you process what you’re hearing right now, caleb leans forward with a teasing smile. 

“besides, we could make out comfortably too.” 

“caleb!”

you flush profusely as you smack his shoulder. while the thought of locking lips with your gorgeous, lavender-eyed boyfriend as a cool breeze shields you from summer’s exhaustive heat sounds enticing, you can’t help but feel a bit rushed. after all, it’s been less than a year since the two of you started dating. what if he regrets his decision after one bad argument? what if he doesn’t like your lifestyle? what if he decides to abruptly end things one day?

“well?” caleb tilts his head like a dog.

“well,” you repeat, averting your gaze. “i’m not sure, caleb. i think moving in would be rushing things.” 

your boyfriend sighs dramatically as he falls back onto the couch, his hands clutching his chest. 

“what’s it going to take to cuddle and make out with my girlfriend without her complaining about how hot it is?” 

you chuckle, relieved that he didn’t take your rejection in a bad way. 

“you could always just pay my bills,” you joke. 

caleb immediately sits up, gazing at you with sparkly eyes. 

“will you let me?” 

“no!” you answer incredulously, taken aback by his eagerness. “i’m not going to let you pay my bills, caleb.” 

he groans, before falling back down again. this time, he rolls off the couch, landing on the ground with a thud. 

“caleb,” you gasp. “are you okay? you almost hit the coffee table.” 

“no,” he whines. “how could i be when my girlfriend isn’t letting me help? apparently, all i can do is bring her boba.” 

“pft,” you giggle. “that’s plenty enough. you know i appreciate you bringing them whenever you come over.” 

you reach your hands out, cradling his adorable face. 

“while i would love to move in with you,” you pinch his cheeks. “i would also like to take things slow, you know? i don’t want you to regret anything when it comes to this relationship.” 

“i was literally inside you yesterday.” 

you choke on air this time. 

“also,” caleb sits up, pouting up at you. “what’s all this talk about regrets? do you seriously think i’m going to have regrets while dating you, pipsqueak?” 

you don’t answer. 

“hey,” he calls for you softly, adjusting himself to rest his chin on your knees. “what’s wrong?” 

“i just—” you inhale shakily. “—really love you, caleb. i want you to be happy in this relationship, and i’m scared that if we rush things too quickly, you’ll end up thinking this—” you gesture towards him and yourself. “—was a mistake.” 

“oh, honey,” caleb hugs you immediately. “i will never.” his arms tighten reassuringly. “i will never ever think being with you, let alone meeting you, was a mistake.” 

he pulls away to seek your face, your warm, beautiful face. 

you smile weakly at him. 

“i promise.” your boyfriend continues, his lavender eyes darkening with utter devotion. “you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” his hands find yours, embracing them with assurance. “i would be stupid to let this—” he holds up your hands “—go.” 

he then kisses your hands, his lips softly trailing your veins. 

you can’t help but smile, your eyes filling with tears. 

“thank you,” you say as you fold over, hugging him with all your might. “you have no idea how much i needed to hear that.” 

“of course, pipsqueak,” caleb sighs contentedly into your embrace. “i’ll reassure you as much as you need. i’m sorry if i made you feel like i had regrets.”

“no,” you immediately assure. “you never made me feel that way. it was just my thoughts, that’s all.” 

“even so,” he nuzzles your thighs. “you let me know, okay, pips? whenever you’re feeling this way or if i do something wrong, you tell me, okay? i will always be there for you.” 

you nod happily, pulling away to pat his hair. 

“even if you won’t let me near you because it’s too hot,” he adds cheekily. 

you roll your eyes. 

“okay, pack it up, colonel. it’s getting pretty hot again.” 

caleb groans before lifting his chin.

“so mean.” 

“and yet, you’re still with me,” you quip with a confident sip. 

“yup,” he grins boyishly, his eyes holding the galaxy (you). “and i won’t regret it, pipsqueak. not now, not ever. count on it.”

bonus 

“oh shit.” 

because you released the straw too quickly, some of the tea had fallen onto your legs. thank goodness you were wearing shorts. otherwise you would have had to use a stain remover, and lord knows you were out of them, given how bad your periods can get. 

“i’m going to get a napk—” 

before you could stand up, caleb grabs hold of your legs and licks.

you choke. how many times are you choking today? 

you can’t think of a number. not when caleb is tracing your legs with his tongue, following the sticky streaks of peach tea. even worse, he’s doing this torturously slow, taking his time capturing the sweet droplets with the tip of his tongue and occasionally allowing his lips to brush against your most sensitive spots. you can’t help but moan when he looks up at you, his soft, lavender eyes now darkened with intent. 

as he trails higher and higher, you tense, your fingers gripping the fabric of the couch for dear life. 

oh god, is he going to…right now…? 

you gulp, bracing yourself. 

just as you succumb to your fate, caleb pulls away, his tongue running over his lips. 

you gawk at him as he stands up and returns to his seat next to you on the couch. 

instead of acknowledging your look of shock, your boyfriend reaches for his own drink and takes a sip. 

“yup,” he chirps after swallowing. “yours tastes much better.” 

your jaw drops. 

“what?”

“yours tastes way better,” he repeats nonchalantly, his expression unaffected as he faces you. “i’ll have to order it next time.” 

all you can do is blink dumbly. what the fuck just happened? 

“actually,” caleb rubs his chin in faux contemplation. “i shouldn’t order it unless i plan to see you. after all…” 

he smiles innocently. 

“it wouldn’t taste the same without you.” 

do not plagiarize or translate my writing in any shape or form. dni if you don't like what you read either.

[chris-prank]

how would the yanderes react to a darling that wants to help them with their usual activities like helping jacce cook and so on? I really love your characters thank youuuu

Prepare yourselves for cuteness aggression!!!!

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Vincent 

“You want to help me?” Vincent asked, while comically pointing at himself. 

Despite not being able to see his eyes because of the welding goggles he was wearing, you could tell by his tone that he was completely taken off guard by your request. Soon enough, his mouth, which was shaped in an “O”, turned into a giddy smile. 

“I-I mean of course you can! I’ve never had a lab assistant b-before, I’m glad you get to be my first and only…” 

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Esteban 

“Look at you being all attentive to me.” 

You almost regretted asking Esteban if he needed help shredding a giant pile of old documents as he captured you in a tight embrace. You felt like a cartoon character being squeezed by an excessive amount of affection, body elongating under the pressure. 

“Since you're so eager to help, how about becoming my subordinate full time?” He asked with a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. 

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Atlas 

Atlas tilted his head at you, being uncharacteristically silent after you offered to tend to him while he’d do his weekly body checkup. 

“Why do you wish to aid me? Did I miss a flaw during my last ascement?” 

You giggled, waving a hand in front of you, then quickly reassured him as to what your intentions were. It didn’t take much more for him to accept, making him weirdly less attentive to his own body during this specific checkup. 

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Martin 

Martin smiled at your request, small crow’s feet forming at the corners of his eyes. He had been loading his truck with various boxes under the blinding sun when you had come up to him to offer to help.

“I knew you were a good fellow, of course I don’t mind you givin’ me a hand!” He patted you affectionately on the shoulder as he spoke, yet his hand seemed to linger there longer than usual. 

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Jacce

“A-are you sure you want to? Because I-I’m really fine to do it on my own you know!” Jacce quickly answered, stumbling over his words, convinced that you didn’t actually want to cook dinner with him. 

But after insisting for a bit, he obviously couldn't resist a request when it came from you and so he offered you different tasks you could do. The simple fact that you wanted to spend some time with him like this made him act bashfully for the rest of the evening. 

[emilys-bangs]

I have a request but I’d understand if you’re getting too many and you don’t want to do this one. I wanted to request a super soft fic like you wake up Emily in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep and you keep asking silly questions like “would you still love me if I was a worm?” And she is super sleepy but tries to comfort you into falling asleep again and answering you as you want

midnight whispers | e.p

Tags: established relationship, reader being kinda annoying, fluff, endlessly sweet fluff u guys, no use of yn, use of petnames

Word count: 1.2k

This is the cutest thing ever I giggled

It’s 3:47.

You know because it’s been less than two minutes since you’d last looked at the clock before closing your eyes, fruitfully hoping for the sweet relief of sleep. 

Shockingly, it doesn’t come.

Which doesn’t make sense, really, because you can feel the exhaustion in your bones and pressing down on your eyes. You’d been tossing and turning ever since you’d climbed into bed with Emily, your girlfriend falling fast asleep after she gave you a chaste kiss goodnight. You can hear her deep breathing right next to you and you’re slightly envious.

The room is dark, only a sliver of moonlight creeping in through the curtain providing sparse illumination. It’s reasonably cold, a light chill that has you covered beneath the blanket, and the air is still with the silence of midnight hours—all optimal conditions for you to comfortably fall asleep in, but it still evades you. Emily’s sleeping body provides warmth, too; her head is halfway onto your pillow, her slow breaths fanning across your neck.

Your eyes slide to her and you bite your lip. Should you wake her? You’re tired of wallowing in this misery for over—3:48 now—5 hours on your own, even if your sluggish brain struggles to justify how she could help. 

Her chest rises and falls with slow, even breaths, her lashes dark and resting gently on her cheeks. She needs the sleep, you know she does, and some part of your heart resists waking her for your own selfish reasons.

But company is nice, even sleepy company, so you push aside the guilt and shake her gently.

“Emily,” you whisper.

Her brows furrow.

It takes a few more shakes and whispers of her name before her eyes crack open. Deep brown irises stare into yours, tired and hazy with sleep. 

“What?” She mumbles. Her hand clumsily reaches for yours; it’s cold. “You ’kay?”

Is it wrong that the rough warmth of her voice already makes your muscles relax? You bring her hand up to your lips, pressing an apology to the ridges of her knuckles.

“I’m okay.” You say, kind of feeling like the worst person in the world right now. “Just can’t sleep.”

Emily frowns deeper. “Nightmare?” She whispers, her eyes growing more alert.

“No, no,” you’re quick to reassure. The concern above her brow loosens, and her lashes flutter closed again. “Couldn’t sleep to begin with.” With her hand in yours, your lips find her temple.

“Drank too much coffee?” The rasp of her voice is muffled into your neck as you trail a few kisses to her cheekbone. You’re probably being insufferable, but she doesn’t pull away—though you begin to think that’s from the sluggishness of sleep more than anything.

“Just as much as you.”

Two cups, hers with an insulting amount of Splenda and yours with decidedly less.

Emily doesn’t reply. You lean back against your pillow and find her eyes closed again. The large t-shirt she’s wearing slips down her shoulder, exposes her pale skin that looks moonlit, smooth as ivory.

Your heart thumps softly against your ribs as you smile. “Hey Emily?”

She hums sleepily.

“Do you love me?”

The corner of her mouth curls upward. “You’re sleepin’ in my bed, amor.” The combination of her sleepy voice and the Spanish makes you melt into the mattress, a stupid heat in your cheeks.

You tuck your joint hands beneath your jaw. “But that could mean nothing.”

“Means everythin’.” She whispers. Her eyes are still closed, her mouth barely moving. You should leave her alone now, but you just want to talk to her when she’s like this; sleepy and lovely, her body warm in some places and cold in others, the hushed timbre of her voice calming your restless mind.

“So you do love me?”

“Mmhmm.” Emily hums. Bless her patience. Her fingers flex between yours and you lift them from their hiding place under your jaw, bringing her hand to your lips instead. Emily exhales through her nose, the sound lazy and content as she digs her face further into your pillow.

She’s drifting again, and you’re still wide awake. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You blurt, squeezing her fingers.

Emily’s eyes crack open. “You’d be a cute worm,” she slurs, the small indent of a dimple digging into her cheek. You grin and she shuffles closer, her shoulder touching yours, your heads softly knocking together, “You’d be a cute anythin’.”

Again, she avoids the question. “But would you love me?” You persist. Leaning further into her, you nuzzle your nose against hers, a stupid smile forming on your lips when she scrunches her face adorably, her eyes fluttering open again.

“I’d be head over heels for you.” Emily states, now leaning into you to nuzzle her nose into yours. “Our romance would be no less epic,” her words drift into a mumble as exhaustion takes her again, forcing her eyes shut.

Even half asleep, she’s a charmer. You stare a moment at her relaxed face, letting the warmth of it rush through your whole body. Her slow breaths fall against your upper lip, warm and rhythmic. 

“Do you think we’re in love in every universe?” You whisper. What is it with all these questions about love? “If I was a barista maybe, and you’d be enchanted by the color of my eyes as I gave you your coffee?” You muse, playing with her limp fingers. “Or if we’re both butterflies taking naps in the same flower—”

“Baby, please go to sleep,” Emily mumbles, her words slurring together adorably. She never calls you baby; your grin stretches wide. She untangles her fingers from yours and wraps her arm messily around your neck, bringing you into her chest. “I’ll hold ya, jus’ please sleep.” The words are lost in your hair.

You smile into her warm neck. “Oh, well, if you’ll hold me.” You tease softly, but there really is something so magical about feeling Emily’s chest rise and fall beneath yours. Hearing her steady pulse, her slow breaths, feeling her cold hand sleepily tangle in your hair. It’s easy, closing your eyes, and as she starts to drift, you feel yourself drift with her.

“Can I have a kiss?” You ask softly.

Emily nuzzles her lips into your forehead.

She’s so much softer like this, when she’s half awake. Emily is never harsh with you, but like this she’s completely unfiltered, stripped bare of her walls and her inhibitions, and you’re drunk on it, on her, on the fact that you get to see her like this.

Your eyes finally begin to grow heavy. Lashes fluttering shut, you breathe in Emily’s scent—the expensive lotion she’d rubbed into her skin before bed.

“Emily?” You whisper.

Silence rings in your ears. You try again.

“’Mily?” 

A breath comes out of her, exhale or sigh you don’t know. “Yeah, hon.” She mumbles.

You bury your face deeper into her neck, until you feel her slow pulse. “I’m so in love with you.” You admit to the softness of her skin. Think it might kill me one day.

“Mmm, ditto.”

It’s disgustingly cliche, but in her arms, her lips still against your forehead, it takes no time at all for sleep to finally steal you away. 4:00 comes and you’re both fast asleep, your body curled around Emily’s, her hand still in your hair.

Taglist: @suckerforcate @sickoherd @lextism

[heartz-for-de]

Aww your pieces are so adorable :3

How about first 'I love yous' with the mha boys?

Sorry this took forever!!! You didn’t specify which ones you’d wanted sooooo sorry if I forgot anyone!!

Characters included- KATSUKI, KIRISHIMA, KAMINARI, IZUKU, TODOROKI

Not any warnings lol js fluff and some cussing.

REQUESTS- OPENNN

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Katsukis first time saying ‘I love you’ was reassuring and aggressive.

Katsuki was terrible with words, both of you knew that. In fact he’d made it a point to compensate for his lack of communication through actions. You appreciated his effort in your relationship, but even with his constant affection you’d still felt a tinge of doubt clouding your mind.

It had all started when one day during class when you had began to think, what really attracted him to you? I mean he was the epitome of a perfect man in your eyes and you felt as if you had very little to offer. He had shut you down multiple times when it came to downplaying yourself, but sometimes you couldn’t help but overthink the balance in your relationship.

Katsuki had come up to you after class, expecting to walk you to your dorm per usual. But you had walked forward quickly, causing him to almost have to jog to catch up to where you were.

“Oi? Fuck are ya doin’” he growled out once he had reached you.

“Hm? Oh I was just headed to my dorm.” Your heart skipped at beat at the sound of his raspy and deep voice.

“Right, without me? I think the hell not. whats wrong?” He brushed off your half truth answer and immediately pressed for something more honest.

“I had just..—I had forgotten, I’m sorry.” You nearly held your breath. Lying to anyone was hard, but lying to Katsuki? Damn near impossible.

“No, you did not, y/n. What the fuck is wrong with you? I mean…did I—did I do something?” For a split second you saw confusion and worry flash over his face as he seemed to go through his memories in attempt to find something, anything, but to no avail.

“No! No, Katsuki, I promise you did nothing. It’s just— “ you abruptly ended your sentence once you had reached your dorm room, trying to decide if you should tell him what was wrong, or tell him to leave.

“Just what?” He anticipated the answer, his ruby eyes peering at you through his blonde eyelashes.

“It’s just, I don’t know. You’re so perfect, and I’m so…I don’t know..me I guess?” You stumbled over your words, as his gaze became harsher the more you went on.

“The hell? Yeah, you are you. The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He pressured your answer, his eyebrows furrowed with a look of anger and disgust flooding his features.

You let out a guttural sigh, this really wasn’t how you had wanted to spend the end of your stressful day.

“I mean that I feel like you’re way too perfect, for someone like me.” You wished for nothing more than for him to just disappear and let you wallow in your own self pity, but Katsuki Bakugou never took lightly to people talking bad about what’s his, and that included yourself.

“Oh fuck no— don’t ever let those words come out of your mouth, not now not ever. You are— you’re everything I need, everything I want, so don’t spew some bullshit about how I’m too good for you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t..” a pause came offer his half said sentence.

“If I didn’t love you, y/n. I love you, and it makes me so unbelievably pissed when you say shit like that.” His cheeks were flushed as he kept his glare set on you. Katsuki had never been one for words, but whatever he did say, came straight from his heart.

Kirishimas first ‘I love you’ was genuine and sweet.

It hadn’t been long since the two of you had started dating, but that didn’t make it any less real. And Kirishima was fighting demons everyday not to scare you off. He knew the 3 month rule, he also knew that if he did too much too early he could scare you off, and he’d rather die than see you walk away from him.

Training had been rough, per usual, and you and Kirishima were eating together in the common room.

He eyed your plate with tentative eyes.

“Mmm you meed more proteim.” He said with his mouth full of chicken. You let out a laugh at his mumbled words causing his eyes to land on you instead.

“And you need to chew your food.” You smile hadn’t left your face and Kirishimas heart was beating faster by the second. He gave you a sharp toothed smile and continued eating.

You then grabbed your drink and tried to wash down some of the rice stuck in your throat, but you had choked on the smooth liquid causing you to spit out some and remain a coughing mess.

At first Kirishima was alert and ready to help in whatever way he could, but when he realized you were just choking on water he let out a relieved smile.

You looked up at him with watery eyes and started laughing, the water from the previous attack now all over the table.

He laughed with you, his hand clutching his stomach form the sheer force.

Once the laughter had subsided all that was left was Kirishimas soft glance that landed onto your own. In that moment Kirishima felt nothing other than utter devotion and adoration.

“I love you.” He had said softly, his eyes still melting pure hot emotion. Your eyes went wide for a second from the unexpected confession. Your reaction caused Kirishima to realize what he’d said. Snapping out of his trance he gave you a terrified look.

“Shit, I’m so sorry y/n— I shouldn’t have said that.” He pulled his hands in front of him as if to defend himself.

“Hey, calm down.” You tried to calm the red headed boy who was now in a frenzy.

“I’m so sorry, I was trying so hard to wait—Yknow the three month rule— and I just let it slip.” He continued his rant.

“Eiji, baby. I love you too.” You grabbed his face with your hands, forcing his to meet your own eyes. His posture slumped as his cheeks turned a darker shade of red. He then made a weird expression as if he were constipated.

“I’m so freaking pumped you just said that, but I would take like three steps back because my entire body is about to go rock hard, and I don’t wanna cut your pretty hands.”

Kaminaris first Time saying ‘I love you’ was flirty and unexpected.

The two of you had been friends for what seemed like years, having met through Bakugou and mutual friends. However, you constantly teetered between friendly banter and full on flirting which made it difficult for outsiders to figure out the relationship between the two of you.

One day during the friend groups weekly movie nights, kaminari had volunteered to help you grab some snacks. You stood in the kitchen watching the yellow haired boy attempt to juggle a couple bottles of butter for which you wanted to use on the fresh popcorn.

“Kami, I really think you should put those—“

Splash, one of the bottles had fallen and spilled onto the ground near his feet.

“Shiittt, I could’ve sworn that I was gonna catch that.” Was all he said as you gave him a deadly glare.

“Yeah, well you didn’t.” You muttered angrily, not in the mood for his antics anymore.

“Cmon, babe, I’ll just clean it up! No need to get all pissy on me.” He smoothly grabbed. Paper towel from behind you and began to clean up his mess.

All you could do in return was roll your eyes, the seemingly empty nickname he had used brought a small heat onto your face.

“Wouldn’t have happened if you’d just listen the first time.” He glanced up at you, his cheeky grin forcing a smile out of you.

“Youre right shoulda just listened to you, i mean youre always right.” He said with a thick sarcastic tone lacing his voice. He let out a laugh as he threw away the dirtied towels.

“Mm, I am.” You responded simply.

“So stubborn, gosh. You’re lucky I love you.” He mumbled out. His voice slowly dropping out towards the end once he had realized what he’d said.

It wasn’t weird for friends to love eachother, in fact it was very normal. It would’ve been normal. But you and him both knew there was nothing platonic about what he’d meant. You both were frozen, waiting to see who would address it first, you decided you needed to break the thick silence.

“You love me?” You questioned, praying to everything there was that he wouldn’t try and say he didn’t mean it in the way you’d hoped. His face lightened and you saw the flirtatious look you usual saw.

“Thought it was kinda obvious, I mean cmon, babe. I charge your phone like every night…” he laughed softly while rubbing the back of his neck.

Izuku’s first time saying ‘I love you’ was pressured and hilarious.

He had spent the entire morning worried sick about you, his girlfriend, who had been seemingly upset. He couldn’t figure out why and it was eating away at him, the constant worry that he had done something wrong and was unaware.

So stupidly, the green haired boy had went to denki kaminari for relationship advice, because I mean obviously he would know what was going on in your head.

“Well I mean yall have been together for like two months right?” Denki asked with a perplexed look.

“Yes, but we’ve yet to get past a few important milestones.” Izuku added, his notebook in hand and ready for any notes or tips denki might have.

“Milestones? Like what might I ask?”

“Er, we haven’t said I love you, we haven’t—“ Izuku was cut off by an unimaginably loud gasp from his classmates mouth.

“You haven’t said I love you?” Denki whisper yelled as if anybody was actually listening.

Izuku gulped harshly.

“N-no? Should we have?” He questioned with a Look of worry written into his freckled features.

“Uh, dude, yeah! That’s probably why she’s so upset, I mean she probably thinks you hate her.” He said as if it was the most obvious answer to the boys problem. Izuku could do nothing but look horrified, how could he have let you felt that way?

The second he saw you in the halls he marched up to you and grabbed your shoulders.

“Y/n, I just want to let you know that i love you! I’m sorry for making you feel like I hated you and I want you to know that it’s completely the opposite.” He blurted out quickly with shut eyes.

“Izu, what the hell are you talking— I mean I love you too? I’m super confused, I didn’t think you hated me.” You tried to process everything he’d said but you couldn’t quite answer everything he’d thrown at you.

“Huh? You were super upset today, so denki had informed me it was because I hadn’t told you I loved you—“ you cut him off with a hand to his mouth.

“And you…listened? To denki? I love you too Izuku, but that was very, very dumb.” You patted his cheek with your free hand and played your lips to his forehead.

Todorokis first time saying ‘I love you’ was planned and professional.

He had been thinking all week about the perfect way to let you know and truly understand his feelings for you. You had been dating for about a month and he’d been waiting for just the right time.

He had decided that setting up a few candles in your room and a rose bouquet would really swoon you. (Kirishima had helped him with this perfect idea)

There were several candles, all of which were a lovely lavender scent that filled your room almost immediately. He had repositioned the roses multiple times, trying to get them in just the right position for when you opened the door to see him standing there.

He’d scheduled a study date with your friend group, only to bail last minute calling in sick. You were a little upset at the absence of him but he knew it would be soon replaced with joy when you entered your room. Or he hoped.

He stood awkwardly as he waited for the seconds to pass by, you’d be walking in your room any moment now and he was quite nervous.

The door gently creaked open, and you peered your head into the softly lit room.

“Sho, what the— I thought you were sick?” You asked with shock written all over your face.

You fully entered the dorm and took in all of the things he’d set up for you.

“I lied, my apologies. I needed you to be out of the room whilst I did this.” He answered you truthfully.

“What is this all for? I mean I love it so much this is the sweetest thing ever, but I must admit I’m a little confused.” You picked up the bouquet and looked at him with a small smile.

“I love you.” He felt his stomach drop once he’d released the words, his nerves now heightened beyond what he thought was possible. You gave a shocked expression, but it hadn’t lasted very long. You quickly teared up at the thought of your sweet boyfriend doing all of this just to tell you he loved you.

You let a smile flood your features as you nearly jumped onto the tall boy, his arms instinctively coming to wrap around your torso.

“I love you too, sho”

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[sscieloz]

Live my life

band!aespa x groupie!reader

Synopsis: It’s been less than a year since the band Aespa was created. Karina, Minjeong, Giselle and Ningning travel all over the country with nothing but a few gigs, little money and much love for the music. They’re far from superstars, and they still don’t have a lot to offer, and there’s something they can’t quite grasp: why you, the band’s most faithful fan, follows them blindly.

Warnings: smut. lowk confusing… but it’s the aesthetic

Word count: 9.9k

Notes: I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEAD 😤😤 I was obsessed w the MV as soon as it was out so I wrote this!!

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4

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“Do you think it’ll fit?” Ningning’s hesitation is easily explained by the amount of suitcases hanging from the small hood of the car. The four girls agreed to bring each a single backpack of clothes for themselves, so the instruments and sound equipment could also be transported.

Clearly, it was still too much.

“It has to.” Winter answers, her tiny frame reaching up as she tries to grab one of the big suitcases herself. With Ningning’s help, she manages to do it, and they both stare at the car, wondering about an adjustment that would work.

Just as both girls imagined how to rearrange the space, Giselle and Karina stepped down the house's stairs, frowning.

Karina, is, as always, not amused by the struggle placed in front of her, but Giselle scoffs, judging her bandmates for not having things ready yet. They were supposed to pack their stuff in the car while she and Karina prepared their snacks and made sure all the windows and doors were closed, so they’d find no surprises once they got back home from their trip. Now, they’d leave later than expected, which would result in them facing the road at night— which was exactly what they were avoiding.

This day was starting to piss her off.

“What are you doing?” Giselle crossed her arms against her chest, trying her best to not sound as irritated as she was. They all knew, though. The girls know each other too well.

“Playing Tetris.” Minjeong stared back at her, with a tone that was just as presumptuous. “What does it look like we’re doing, Gigi? The space is obviously too fucking small for all of our stuff.”

Karina takes a step further before Giselle is able to open her mouth and give her friend a petty response. Her clumsy hands rearranged the suitcases so fast the three girls barely registered her actions, closing the hood of the car in a quick motion so everything wouldn’t fall off.

“Mhm, you won’t be able to see much of what’s behind the car, Gigi, but I don’t think it can get any better than that.”

The girls simply stare, impressed by Karina’s skills.

“So… problem solved?” Ningning asks, and they all nod.

Without a word, the four girls enter the small car, squeezing themselves as they prepare for their small trip. It wasn’t uncommon for the band to spend hours stuck in Giselle’s stepfather’s old 2000 Civic, but the lack of space was always annoying, making them all feel packed in like sardines. However, the vehicle was the only option they had to make their way to nearby cities to perform, so they avoided making any complaints.

The band was just about an hour into their 4-hour drive when Giselle pulled over, cursing under her breath.

“Fuck.” She mutters, biting her nails as she looks at the line of cars being stopped by the police, just a few miles ahead. Her face was even paler than usual, which set the girls on alert mode immediately— out of the four of them, Giselle was the least likely to panic at any unusual situation.

As soon as her body tensed, the Uchinaga felt long, lithe hands on her neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to soothe her, filling her with reassurance. Karina’s, naturally. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Yeah, why did we stop?” Ningning adds to Karina’s question, just as curious.

Minjeong’s brows furrow and she adjusts her posture, trying to stare at the horizon in the same position Giselle was, from the passenger’s seat instead. As always, she’s quick to understand the situation. “They’re stopping the cars ahead, but it’s just their normal procedure. They’ll stop us, of course, since we’re young girls traveling by ourselves with a bunch of luggage, but we’ve got nothing to hide, so… keep going, unnie. It’s fine.”

Seconds went by before Giselle grunted, a tense atmosphere hanging in the air while she fidgeted her fingers. Only then, her answer came, barely in a murmur. “I don’t have a license.” She could only hope they hadn’t heard her.

Judging from the way her bandmates’ mouths opened in shock they all started to speak together, though, they did.

Such a selective hearing, huh. She always had to yell at them at least three times for someone to get up from the living room and do the dishes, whenever they were home.

“What the fuck, unnie?”

“Do you really drive us illegally? Girl, we go everywhere by car!”

“I can’t believe you’re so damn irresponsible, I fucking swe—“

Karina stops their banter by out-screaming the two younger girls, a few minutes after Giselle had shrieked down on her seat so much she could merge with it anytime. “Wait! Wait.” Three pairs of eyes stare at her, inquiring. The quietness was odd, but it didn’t last much anyway. “I thought you had your permit taken last month?”

It’s Giselle’s turn to roll her eyes, then. “I literally told you I failed. Do you pay attention to anything I say?”

Despite the situation they found themselves in, Minjeong and Ningning couldn’t help but giggle. It wasn’t news that Karina’s got her head up in the clouds, but her innocence was always funny to the girls. Despite being the oldest, she’s just a big puppy, after all.

And she looks outraged, ears red at the thought of being fooled by Aeri.

“What? we even celebrated!” Her face comes to the realization, as Minjeong tries to hide her laughter with a fake coughing fit. Winter’s blonde hair blows effortlessly when she turns her head to the window, in an obvious attempt to escape Giselle’s piercing stare. “Oh! Was that why you were being such a jerk the entire night, at the club?”

Giselle ruffles her hair in frustration but nods anyway. “Yes, that was the reason. Thanks for reminding us of that wonderful day, Jiminnie.”

Ningning taps on Karina’s shoulder, in hopes of offering some comfort to the desolated girl. She whistles, then looks from Aeri to Minjeong as if hoping they’d pull a permit out of nowhere and start driving again. Once it’s clear none of them would provide any solution, she does so herself, lifting her hips to grab her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.

“I’ll call Y/n.” Is all she says, clicking on the red number with 13 missed calls on the screen. “She’ll do something about it.”

Karina’s even more outraged, then, staring at Ningning in disbelief. She tries to reach out for her friend’s phone, but the maknae pulls her hand away with a huff. “Why do you even have her number, anyway?”

Sure, you’d be at their presentation, even if it were at a nearby town, hours away from where they lived. Somehow, you always show up. The girls couldn’t even remember when it happened; all they know is that they played at Ningning’s cousin’s club once, and from then on there you were, accompanying them in every step. You took pictures, edited videos to upload on their YouTube channel, and even helped them get some gigs every once in a while. It’s difficult for the girls to understand the reason you spend so much time and effort with them— a broke, nugu band who’s been doing this for a little over a year, yet there you were. Their first and most faithful fan, ready to drop everything and help them with any situation, at any given time.

Just like now.

Nonetheless, they had agreed to keep you at an arm's distance, only so the lines wouldn’t get too blurry. With time, they got to know you better, and it was noticeable you were as spoiled, obsessive, and explosive as you were sweet and passionate about the things you liked.

Truth be told, you scared them a little.

“I thought we had agreed on not talking to the psycho anymore,” Minjeong commented, resting her head on the window.

Ningning pauses at that, muting herself on the phone for a moment before answering, straightforwardly. “Well, do you want to get there or not?”

Her honesty is harsh enough that Minjeong lifts her palms in surrender, while Karina and Giselle share a knowing look. Ning’s right, naturally —what matters is that they get to the club on time.

“Fine,” The blonde sighs, turning to point at Karina. “But you’ll have to handle that nightmare of a weirdo. Don’t let her freak out or anything, like she did last time.”

“Why do I always have to do it?” Karina pouts, rolling her eyes. “Come on! What the fuck.”

Giselle giggles, grateful that Karina can’t reach out to punch her as she nods. “I agree… it’s a leader’s duty.”

With her brows furrowed and her rosy lips, the oldest member of the band looks much like a doll, adorable in all of her mannerisms. Even when she scoffs, it doesn’t come out nearly as rude and intimidating as she intends it to be. She still looks like a painting, so pretty Ningning pokes her playfully, brushing the irritation out of Karina with her ticklish fingers. Once she’s left ticklish in her seat, Ningning drops her phone, done with her call.

“Y/n said she’ll be here soon.” She announces, and the girls hum faintly in response. It’s enough for her to giggle, reaching out for her bag in hopes of finding a snack. “Don’t be too excited, damn...”

“I just hope she doesn’t take long,” Giselle mutters, ignoring the glares she gets by being to blame for their current situation.

“Well, if someone had just passed their driving test, we wouldn’t—”

The Uchinaga turns to Winter so fast her neck makes a weird noise. “Shut the fuck up, Minjeong.” Her tone is full of mockery, which is dangerous. Giselle gets irritated easily, but it’s hard to get her mad. Whenever she does, though… None of the girls like that. “I don’t see you driving around either.”

Minjeong, who’d rather die than recognize she doesn’t excel at something, puts a hand on her chest with the comment. Her face is quickly filled with red and, in a minute, she’s defending herself as if she’s just received a 5-year sentence.

As much as their banter is entertaining, Ningning still clings onto Karina on the backseat, resting her head on her unnie’s shoulders.

“I do hope Y/n arrives soon.” She tells her friend, closing her eyes despite the noisy background.

Karina smiles, ruffling the maknae’s hair with tenderness as she relaxes beside the oldest. “Don’t worry, Ning. She will.”

If there’s something she’s sure of, is that you don’t play when it comes to their band. Be it for good or for worse.

—

“Hello, cuties.” You say, tapping your knuckles on the driver’s window to gather attention. It works: the girls all jump in their seats, cursing under their breaths as they try to gather themselves from the scare. “Your knight in shining armor has come! Hurry, hurry! You’re running late.”

It had been less than an hour since Ningning’s call, so there’s no way you could’ve reached them so quickly. None of them say those words out loud, of course— some questions are better left unanswered.

“Here comes the devil.” Minjeong mumbles. The smile she gives you is drenched in feigned politeness, yet yours is sincere, bluntly ignoring her grumpiness with a wave of your hand.

“Hi, Y/n.” Karina greets you as the four girls get out of the car. You hug each one of them energetically, clearly pleased to be urged to help.

It doesn’t even bother you that Giselle, Winter, and Ningning only mumble, not paying you much attention. If only, your happiness would take long to wear off.

Still swooning, you gesture to the van that’s parked beside their car where a handsome, baby-faced boy waves at the girls with ease.

“My brother won this van at a bet a few days ago, and fortunately, he lent it to us. It’s more fitting for a band anyway.” You gesture at their car, still explaining. “Gyu can take your stepdad’s car back to your house, Gigi. Don’t worry.”

They already know Beomgyu from the previous times he’s dropped you off at their rehearsals and shows, so it’s nothing new. Although Giselle doesn’t seem convinced about your idea, she reluctantly gives him the car keys anyway. There’s no other option; she can’t just leave the car on the road, even though giving it to a stranger makes her uneasy.

“Thank you, Beomgyu-ssi.” The girls bow at him, thankful for the extra space, to which he simply nods.

The girls are quick to transport the suitcases to the van, stretching their legs out as they sigh with contentment. It’s like they can finally breathe, now that they’re not cramped in a tiny space. Even Minjeong is smiling, her little banter with Giselle being long forgotten by now.

Giselle is in the passenger’s seat, this time, and she’s surprised to see how easy it is to talk to a happy Y/n. You laugh and gossip over other bands the girls come across sometimes, and you tell them the entire story of how Beomgyu actually got the van. Time flies by while you’re on the wheel, and soon enough the four girls find themselves at the back door of the club, fixing their instruments for the time they go on stage.

—

“Do you get all those insane takes with this old-ass camera?” Ning asks curiously, holding the straightener against her hair as she watches you record Winter, who’s busy tuning her bass and pretending you don’t exist.

“It’s vintage, unnie.” You correct her, zooming in on the blonde girl’s delicate hands and her precise movements against the cords. “It has amazing quality, still.” Because Ningning is still staring, clearly waiting for a more direct answer, you add, “Yes. Pretty Much. Hey Minjeongie, look at the camera so I can get a better shot of you.”

All Winter gives you is an irritated look as she scrunches her nose and shakes her head. The girls enjoy arriving early at their events so they’re able to gather a few minutes of quietude, strictly to relax and focus on not letting the nerves overcome their abilities to shine on stage. You know that— it’s something you’ve seen them do countless times before. You find it adorable how they’d just close their eyes and try to control their breaths, fingers tapping their thighs to ease the anxiety that always comes with the wait of going on stage. No matter how many times they perform, the thrill will always be the same.

Although you don’t mind interrupting Winter’s time of focusing at all. Seeing you won’t give in, Winter scoffs, dropping the bass onto her lap. “Be polite, Y/n. Say please.”

Her intentions are as obvious as daylight. She’s mocking you, defiant like the insufferable being she is. Out of the four girls, Minjeong is the most stubborn, and you’re much alike. She was the one you got into most arguments with, none of you backing down from the opportunity of being right.

Said banter is the reason you turn and adjust the camera focus to Ningning, instead of giving in to the blonde girl. Yizhuo looks pretty as always, smiling at you as you kneel to get a take of her from a better angle.

You’re immediately interrupted by the same girl who was irritated by your presence just seconds ago. In a blink, Winter’s hands go to your chin, forcing you to face her with an assertive grip. “No. Film me.” Her porcelain skin shines against her dark eyes, who pop out even more, making her intimidating aura stand out in the small room as she adds with an icy, commanding tone, “And have manners.”

God, you’d gladly take her down just to get rid of that cocky tone.

“Stare at the fucking camera so you can have some decent solo shots, Winter unnie.” Your reply comes immediately, tone dripping with venom, “Please.”

Winter’s face is so red you’re afraid she’s going to combust at any second. She never spares hurtful words during arguments, and you’re ready for her to give it all. Disaster is set to happen until Giselle pops her head backstage, looking for you. Her eyes disappear and her cheeks flare up as soon as she meets your face, breaking the tension with a smile once her presence unintentionally ends the small battle you were having with Winter.

“Y/n!” She calls, handing out her hand to help you stand up. “Could you come help us with the drums, please? The guys from the bar are trying, but they’re so damn useless… We need you.”

You look away and Winter’s grip on you fades, although her trimmed nails still scratch your jaw as she lets her hand fall to her sides and returns to the couch, tuning her bass as if she had never been interrupted.

“Sure, Gigi. Let’s go.” It’s impossible to not smile back, allowing yourself to be guided through the narrow stairs of the place until you arrive at the stage. You don’t bother saying goodbye to either Ningning or Winter, knowing you’re going back to them as soon as you’re done.

The two younger girls are left by themselves, in silence for the first time since you arrived to pick them up, hours ago. It’s unsettling yet peaceful; not uncomfortable by any means. They’ve known each other for too long by now, so being with each other is more than natural— it’s one’s absence that is unsettling.

After giving her hair a few finishing touches, Ningning turns to her bandmate, pulling the chair beside her as she gestures for Minjeong to sit. Its leather cover is torn and the comfort is long gone, but they don’t mind. They’ve performed in far more awful places anyway.

“Okay, I’m done! Be still while I do your makeup, now, unnie.” Minjeong does as told, closing her eyes while the maknae starts moisturizing her skin.

The silence has Winter’s mind replaying the previous banter nonstop. She tries to stay silent, but the memory of your petty smirk is enough to leave her fuming, pumping with rage.

“Can you believe her, Ning? That fucking bitch, ugh. She’s so insufferable.”

“Oh, definitely.” Ningning smiles, thankful Minjeong has her eyes closed. She lets out a small giggle, still focused on brushing the concealer through her friend’s face. “God forbid someone puts you in your place, right unnie?”

She nearly doesn’t escape the highlighter Minjeong throws in her direction, now laughing freely as she continues with her task.

—

Aespa is a band of many talents.

The girls all met during sophomore year of high school, all trapped in detention for the day (as much as Minjeong would rather die than admit she’s ever gotten detention in her life). Even though they differ in personalities, in a clear contrast of cultures, manners, and experiences — their differences somehow added to each other until there wasn’t something missing anymore. The feeling of longing and loneliness that had accompanied them for so many years had finally ceased. After that, the girls found themselves at peace: the world was finally silent, as long as they were together. No matter how chaotic it was, Karina, Minjeong, Giselle, and Ningning knew they’d like nothing else but to be together.

Luckily, they all shared two main passions: the love for music and the desire for attention, so being in a band together was something that happened rather naturally. The members all agreed, then, that Karina should be the leader. She was soft-spoken, calm, and had the experience in the industry the others lacked, from being a child model. It was the right decision: the oldest would do anything to protect her girls, and knew just the right people to ask for opportunities. They weren’t famous, nor did they make enough money to live off exclusively from the music, but it was enough, for now.

They had trouble understanding you, though. It was hard to grasp why on earth would they have someone so faithful, so committed to following their every move when they weren’t even famous? They didn’t have money, influence, or anything to offer you whatsoever. Yet you were always there, giving them your endless support without asking for anything in exchange. You could be a handful sometimes, sure, but still… your commitment was something that left the girls constantly wondering.

Because you’re special. The world will see this too, someday. is what you’d always answer, followed by a giggle and a wave of your hand, muttering about how it all wasn’t that big of a deal.

But as Giselle watches you help them relocate their instruments and set the tripods and cameras straight, she wonders if that’s truly it.

“Hey, Gigi.” You smile at her, looking down at the ground once you realize you’re the object of her piercing, focused gaze. “Are you and the other girls ready to go? Everything’s in order here.”

Now isn’t the time for that, though, Aeri reminds herself. As of now, the only thing she should focus on is her upcoming stage. Music is one of the many things she was strict with: she pushed herself to nothing but perfection, no matter where she was performing.

The other girls are quick to follow your call, grabbing their instruments and getting into their starter positions as they’ve done countless times before. They all adjust their mics to the perfect height until Karina is the only one left in the center, tapping hers to make sure she sounds loud and clear. Ningning’s hands fiddle with her drumsticks nervously, paddling along with her whole body— surely from the energy drinks she’s had minutes before, while Minjeong and Giselle stay each on one side of the stage, waiting for their leader’s cue.

Offering free tickets for those who arrived before 11 PM was a great strategy that many clubs implemented to fill up their spaces. And even though you’re well aware the girls are known enough to gather such a crowd without that stunt, you’re glad to have a full house staring at the small stage with expectation.

Karina waits until you’re done with your camera’s finishing touches up to speak, her voice echoing through the noise so easily that your hands stop adjusting the device’s focus to pay attention to her. With a smile so big her eyes grow small, her face is like a beacon, gathering all the focus to herself without the need for a spotlight.

“Goodnight! I’m Karina, and those are my bandmates: Minjeong, Giselle, and Ningning.” She points to each of her friends, who bow and wave excitedly, still waiting for her cue. “And we’re AESPA! We hope you like our music, we’ve worked hard on our songs! Please enjoy.”

With that, Ningning taps on her drumsticks, as they’ve done countless times before. Minjeong’s bass and Giselle’s guitar sync with Karina’s voice as soon as they start playing, the melody echoing through the place like physical particles. Music is more than just a part of their lives: it’s who they are, how they express themselves, what they breathe, and it’s easy to forget they’re at a shitty pub and not at a fancy festival. As long as their voices and instruments are harmonizing together, the girls get lost in their passion and nothing else matters.

Even though they’re a new group— barely a year into the industry, original songs are not something that lack from their setlist. The public is screaming, the girls are jumping as they sing and dance along the rhythm and you try your best to capture their best angles, but the distraction in the form of a sin that is Karina prevents you from doing a good job. Her dark eyes glow in the dark, giving her an angelic aura as her strong voice reverberates through the place with ease, despite her shitty mic. It’s an impressive crowd they’re performing for, but she’s only staring at you. Preventing you to breathe or even move, afraid she’d lose her interest and look elsewhere.

No, you’d have none of that. Like all the girls, Karina was yours: you’d share her utter attention with no one.

So you stay at the front line, with your hands holding onto the camera as your head is held up in a frozen frame, looking at her.

You’d always look at her.

—

The afterparties are always one of the girls’ favorite events. The adrenaline rush is still present, giving them tons of energy to drink and party with strangers. They are constantly showered with compliments, being pampered, and indulged with all the attention they crave. It’s part of the reasons why they deal with music, obviously: Minjeong, Giselle, Ningning, and Karina. Because the desire to be seen and recognized for their music is a feeling they’ve been looking for ever since they can remember.

And that’s exactly what they were indulging in before hearing a loud crack from outside of the backstage room. The noise, followed by a bunch of ugly screams, startles the four girls, who exchange a quick, worried glance before storming down straight into the sideway alley.

“Damn.” Ningning whistles, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the smile coming from her lips. At her side, Minjeong and Karina are equally shocked and frozen at the scene unraveling in front of them.

People usually use the dark alley to smoke and get a break from the noisy, heated space of the club. Instead, the four girls find a huddle of girls so entwined with one another it’s hard to tell how many there are. Four, maybe five? Of them are vividly screaming, kicking, tugging, and pulling hairs. Despite the mess, the girls realize there’s one that keeps beating the shit out of them, which is impressive due to being gravely outnumbered.

As the commotion stops for seconds once the strangers become aware of the newer company, it’s easier to tell a specific head of honey hair apart from the others.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Minjeong’s murmur doesn’t come off nearly as disappointed as she intends to. If anything, she’s also holding back her laughter while you prove that one does not need that many muscles to win off a fight.

“Go Y/n!” Karina claps, cheering. None of the three girls make any move towards the scene, so Giselle turns her head towards them in disbelief.

The Japanese girl shrugs, quickly making her way onto the ground to break off the fight. She’s always been strong, and her time spent at the gym pays off as she grabs you by the waist and throws you over her shoulder, heading back to the backstage room as if you weigh nothing. Any attempts of resisting are useless, yet you don’t make Giselle’s job any easier— your kicking and screaming are now directed at her, hands curling into fists while you use your entire strength to hit her muscled back.

“Put me DOWN! I’m not done with those whores.” Your feverish voice is ignored by the four girls, who are used to your tantrums by now.

They know you’re naturally provocative, and never one to back down from a fight, even if you were in the wrong. And, somehow, you were good at it too: even if you left bruised and scratched, your opponents would somehow always turn out worse.

“Sorry ladies, we have some issues to deal with. If you excuse us.” As the group goes back inside, Ningning offers the poor beaten-up girls a calculated smile before closing the door on their faces. She doesn’t bother to check in on them— they’re strangers, after all.

You’re thrown onto the worn-out sofa with little care, suddenly staring at four serious faces. The funny atmosphere of the fight is long gone, so you cross your arms under your chest and grunt, face held high to put up with their judgmental looks.

This is their job, and they can’t have you causing trouble over anything. You’re associated with them by now, whether they like it or not. It’d be an awful occurrence.

“So, troublemaker, tell us.” Giselle is the first to speak, brushing the bangs out of her face. Even after carrying you for solid minutes, she still looks flawless, much different from your disheveled self. “What had you beating their asses out there?”

There’s a pout on your lips, and the defiant air in the room stirs up their nerves. It’s an annoying interruption of the fun they were having just now, and the alcohol makes it hard for them to stay patient.

Minjeong takes half a step forward, her hands messing up your hair even more. “Speak, Y/n. We have better things to do.”

She doesn’t coddle you, tone cold as it always was when directed towards you, but you don’t mind. If anything, you take pride in making her life a bit more difficult every time. You know they won’t give you their attention for much longer, though, which is why you take a deep sigh.

“I was defending your honor, you idiots!” You gesticulate towards the door, huffing. “Those whores were out there, talking about you, speaking the most vile things… I had to do something. You should be thanking me, and not look so pissed.” You roll your eyes, muttering the rest to yourself as you sink on the dirty couch. “You never acknowledge anything I do anyway.”

It had felt too hot inside, so you passed the backstage area to gather some fresh air at the alley when you encountered the group of girls. They were in love with the band, obviously, and were very vocal about the things they’d let the girls do to them: how their leather clothes were so tight and how hot they were… Hearing such things being said about your girls made your blood boil. They were yours, and no one else had the right to desire them like that. So you were quick to take action and make sure everyone knew who Giselle, Winter, Karina, and Ningning belonged to. As a matter of fact, It was a successful attempt: after the lesson you taught them, those girls would think twice before saying anything again.

Your gaslighting does little to the band; it’s easy to look further into your façade now that they know you. They don’t pity you in the slightest, well aware you’re one to be cautious around.

Karina smiles at your act. She can’t help it if the pout on your lips makes you so adorable, and your crossed arms are the reason your send nudes crop top rides up so your boobs are even more evident. “Which things, Y/n? What were they saying, exactly?”

“What they said doesn’t matter.” You huff, dismissing Karina’s question with a wave of your hand. “The important thing is that they’ve been dealt with, and your honor is intact. You’re welcome.”

The electronic music is loud, and it’s easy to feel the rhythm reverberating through the furniture, sending electric waves to your bones that rile you up even more. You’re energized, ready to go back to the crowd, drink, smoke, and stir up some trouble again.

Aeri must’ve been thinking the same thing since she merely shakes her head and leaves without a word. Ning is the next one to follow, proceeded by Minjeong, who rolls her eyes and points her finger right at your face.

“You’re such a menace, Y/n. Acting like an animal… you can’t behave at all.” You’re used to the disdain in her voice, so the only thing you do is mirror her snobbish stare as you watch her leave.

Unlike her bandmate, Karina’s eyes are kind— even though you’ve just messed up hard. You’re the only ones left in the room, you realize, as she holds out her hand to you. With her presence, the music ceases, and the only thing you can focus on is the sound of her heartbeat, and how her little chin mole goes up to match her smile, which is equally sweet.

Sweet, patient, and definitely too good for you: that’s Karina, a soul that should stay untouched, not yet ruined by the world and by other people.

Too bad that you’ve never been one to do the right thing.

You navigate towards her in a magnetic motion, taking her help so fast your bodies nearly crash once you get up from the couch. Instead of complaining or making fun of you for being so abrupt, Karina takes her free hand to your face, cupping your cheek before carefully wiping the dirt from your skin.

“Troublemaker.” She repeats Giselle’s words from earlier, although they sound almost reverent when said in her raspy voice, tired from the crazy routine they live with. “She’s a bit right, don’t you think?” The smirk on her lips is playful, and she toys with you. “You keep us on our toes, for sure. I guess someone has to.”

She doesn’t mind. If anything, Karina misses your presence when you’re gone— which is thankfully, a rare occasion. Sure, you’re stubborn, spoiled, and very annoying, but the band somehow needs you to keep their engines running. She knows the other girls feel the same way about you too, even if they’re good at not making it known.

Being with Karina feels right. She’s Aespa’s peace, their leader, and their oldest member. And, just like everybody that has ever met her, you long to be around the older girl.

“Let’s go back to the party, Jimin unnie.” You tell her, crossing your arms behind her neck. If there’s anything she’d want you to do, you would. Gladly. “I want to dance.”

She smiles back at you, looking at the half-open door before nodding. “As you wish, Y/n.”

—

Aespa’s hotel room for the night is precarious, to say the least. The wallpaper is peeling from the walls, the furniture is dusty— and the small dining table seems to barely handle your laptop and media equipment. The bed makes too many weird noises at the slightest movement, and the smell of mold is a bit unsettling for those with a decent sense of smell.

It’s Minjeong’s job to deal with their spending and to book their stays, whenever the band wanders off their hometown. Her father works as a treasurer at a well-established company and has taught her how to handle her own money from a young age. Sometimes, though, she tends to spend too little, given the fact that they still did not earn much with their performances, and the five girls would end up in situations like the current one. Not that they truly minded: they had two rooms to sleep in and breakfast by the morning, which was more than enough. They would handle the rest.

Karina, Giselle, Ningning, and Minjeong are all rockstars, it’s natural for them to thrive under attention. They live for it, and you love to record their pretty faces. Out of all the experiences of being with the girls, getting to take pictures and videos of their performances and looks— be it before, during, or after their shows. Editing might also be a pain and sometimes feel like a chore, but it was also something you enjoyed doing.

Besides, the praises and the proud, enamored look Giselle, Ningning, Karina, and Minjeong gave you whenever you updated something new to their channel and social media was something you looked forward to, naturally. In fact, you’re so focused on your task that you barely notice a sudden wave of hot breath on your shoulder.

“How far are you, yet?” Karina’s wet hair clings to your neck as you breathe in her post-bath scent, so refreshing. You’re unable to see her sulk behind you, but her whiny tone is enough for you to figure her feelings out before she adds, “Also, why am I the one with the least videos, Y/n?”

You don’t even stop your work to look at the vocalist, who stares at your laptop’s screen with expectation: the answer is obvious to anyone who has ever had the privilege of getting to know Aespa's leader."

“Because I’m always too busy looking at you to focus on anything else.” The words leave your mouth immediately, exposing facts. “But I’ll improve for next time if that’s what you wish.”

Doing anything after Karina opens her mouth is impossible. Her angelic voice and sharp moves draw all the attention to her immediately; one would be completely insane to not be mesmerized by her. By all of her.

“It is.” She nods, still so close you’re able to feel her body pressed against you through the chair’s cracks. Like a kitten, Karina purrs, finally breaking the tension between you by pressing small, wet kisses to your neck. “Y/n…”

You’re doomed. You’ve known that ever since she left the bathroom, with wet hair and red, swollen lips that did little to hide what she was up to while the shower was running.

Karina’s long, purple-painted nails scratch your neck, forcing you to pay attention to her— as if you’d do anything else. You’re quick to comply, closing your laptop as you stand up and walk away from the oldest member, onto your backpack. Her confused brows are adorable, but the realization comes soon once she reckons the camera on your hands. By then, there’s a dirty smirk on both of your lips; you know she loves this as much as you do.

“Are you up for another show, doll?”

Karina nods, suddenly shy from all the dirty thoughts going through her head. Her skin throbs, and there’s a familiar sensation building up in her core from the anticipation.

After waiting for the camera to be well adjusted and centered in front of the bed, with the familiar red dot announcing the recording, she turns around, removing her robe with practiced ease. The silk fabric of her robe cascades from her back, exposing her milky skin in its most perfect form. She’s indeed like a doll; body still untouched, announcing it’s been a while since she’s had any fun, and her Venus dimples flare up with every step she takes towards the bed. Her curves are perfectly enhanced by her sensual walk— she knows so, grabbing her hair out of the way so you’re able to get a clear shot of her body.

You’re so lucky to even have the privilege of looking at her. Karina seems to think the same thing; her knowing smile turns malicious just as she sits on the bed, spreading her legs out for your delight. Playing around with her is almost a routine, by now: Karina needs something, someone to be her stress-relief, and you’re more than eager to help.

However, seeing her bare and so eager to welcome your touch was something you’d crave forever. No matter how many times it happened: you’d always be hungry for the slightest glimpse of her pretty pussy.

And it was no secret that Karina loved to show off, so you drink on her like you haven’t had a single drop of liquor in ages.

It had indeed been too long.

“How do I look, baby?” Her voice is soft, calm as she looks deep inside your eyes and taps on her pussy with two of her fingers. A small strand of wetness lingers between her fingers and her slit, and she takes her fingers forward to make a show for seconds longer. It’s only when the strand dissipates that Karina brings her fingers into her mouth, taking them in ever so naturally. You don’t even register the whine that comes from your lips once she releases them with a ‘bop’, right after licking them clean.

“Absolutely stunning.” Your answer comes in a heartbeat, which pleases her deeply. In a blink, you’re in front of her on the bed, although still careful to not cover up her frame for the camera. Not that you have to worry about that; Karina is well aware of her best angles. “As always.” You lick your lips, eager to have your mouth on her, licking every part of her body until she’s more than satisfied, coated with your saliva.

But you know better than to touch her without permission, so you simply wait, aware she needs more indulgence than merely a few words. You run your hands up and down her legs, ever so obedient, hoping she’ll allow you to touch her.

Instead, her fingers go up to her chest, groping her big, voluptuous breasts. She’s so evil— Karina knows how obsessed you are with her boobs, “You caused so much trouble today, Y/n… I shouldn’t let you touch me at all.”

Her feigned innocence only adds to your desire, dampening your pussy even more. Even though you’re burning up, you can’t help but be in awe by how much of a goddess she looks, and it takes everything in you to not just grab her by the ankles and suck on her clit until she was screaming and leaking white from her pussy. Still staring at you, Karina twists her nipples and moans, biting her lip as she breathes in deeply.

You’re already throbbing yourself, and she’s done nothing. That’s the amount of power she has over you.

“I’ve been bad.” You nod almost eagerly, ready to do whatever she commands you to if it means you’ll get to pleasure her. “Can I still have you, though? Promise to make you feel super good.”

At first look, Karina might be the most inviting one out of all of the girls, but you know better than to fall into her trap: just like her bandmates, the leader thrives on playing games, manipulating people, and fooling around. Thankfully to both you and her, you’re happy to indulge in all of her wishes. So you add, battling your lashes at her as you take off your clothes yourself, not bothering for a command on this matter. “I’ll do my best for unnie…”

Karina’s eyes darken at the sight of your naked body; it’s so empowering to know she’s just as affected by you, and she runs her fingers through your hair with practiced ease. Taking her silence as an encouragement, you lie down until your face is lined up with her soaked cunt, blowing warm, rapid breaths onto her sex.

She smiles, then, caressing your cheek before giving it a light tap. “Go get the strap, baby.” Your smile fades immediately, and you contemplate ignoring her words until she’s changed your mind before your cheek is met with more of Karina’s fingers, her touch stronger this time. “Now.”

You huff, muttering incoherences because she’s such a bitch, ruining all of your plans, but still do as told, grabbing the strap without much further fussing. With the toy in hands, you return to the edge of the bed, staring at her with a puzzled look on your face.

“Are you going to use it?” You ask, curious. Taking Karina’s cock was something you always looked forward to, and the sight of her pounding onto you was enough for your walls to clench, eager to welcome her.

Karina launches forward before you even finish your question, grabbing your thighs with practiced ease as her fingers brush your pussy. The surprise touch makes you let out a loud moan, which stirs up a laugh on the older girl.

“If only you’d behaved today… I had so many things planned for us to do.” Karina’s voice sounds almost regretful, making you kneel once again, “No, baby. Tonight’s only about me. Now suck.”

There’s little time for you to think her thoughts through. Your mind goes blank, and you open your mouth to give her a show this time, reversing the roles. Always eager to please, you gag on her cock. Saliva drips onto the sheets as she shoves it down your throat, but you don’t seem to care, emptying your mind to give her will over you to use you like a toy. She’s not sweet or slow by any means— Karina’s innocent smile, welcoming posture, and puppy-like personality make a good disguise for hiding how dirty she is. Part of her tells herself it’s wrong, and that’s why she tries to reject how much her body craves rougher actions, but the truth is that the hiding and the expectation also turn her on.

Those thoughts hover in your mind as you bob on her strap, looking at the leader through your lashes while you gather all your focus on giving your best for her. You try to look your best, and give your best for Aespa’s leader: she deserves nothing less, after all. It seems to be enough for Karina, who sighs at the sight of you staring from behind your lashes with your hair all over the place ever since her tangling hands went to your scalp, encouraging you to keep going for so long you’ve lost track of time.

“Beautiful. You look so beautiful like this, baby.” She murmurs with a low, sultry tone as she takes the strap from your mouth and seals your lips in a slow kiss. You’re starved for her; your boobs press together when you deepen the kiss, desperate for more. At this point you’re already soaked, leaving a deep, wet spot on the sheets— and your skin burns. “Don’t be rude. Say thank you.”

Such a tease, she is. You roll your eyes at her trying to rile you up, and she laughs. “Don’t even.” You mutter, rolling your eyes at her.

Karina’s hands go to your thighs, caressing your skin as she motions for you to get up once again. “You’re so stubborn.” She chants, adjusting the strap on you. Per her request, you lay back on the bed as soon as you’re done, somehow managing to sink under the shallow pillows.

There’s such a mean smirk dancing around her lips. Your cunt aches and it’s borderline painful; sweat covers your body and you’re nearly sure you’ll go insane if you don’t give her all the pleasure she’s worthy of very soon. All you want is to eat her out until she’s breathless, porcelain skin all marked begging for you to stop. Then, you’d lick her clean, making her cum so many times there’d be plenty of milk dripping from her hole for you to drink on. All yours. She’s all yours to tend to.

“Why don’t you just let me do it already…” You whine, drawing your head back when she grabs one of your nipples and twists— the friction feels so good it sends a hit of pleasure straight to your pussy.

Instead of indulging your needs, Karina laughs, and there’s a hidden mockery in her tone that only adds to your frustration. She comes close until her hips rest on your thighs, with the strap being the only thing that keeps a distance between you. Before you’re able to test her patience even more, she positions the dick on her entrance, slightly rocking back and forth so it hits deliciously against her clit.

“You can look.” She says, grabbing your shoulders to steady herself. “But you can’t touch. Understood, baby?”

Karina’s eyes, big and expressive, stare at you with feigned innocence as one of her hands caresses your jaw, lifting your face so you’d stare at her. Having her making such luscious sounds so close to you is like a death penalty. Karina’s mouth hangs slightly open, and you gulp whenever she aligns the fake dick with her entrance, giving you a serious look that makes it clear that she expects an answer to her command.

A huge bitch, she is. A hot, sexy, and huge bitch. It’s nearly impossible to stay still, but you can see the challenge in her eyes as soon as she cocks her head at you. Although her little act of defiance is silent, her intentions are as clear as day: she wants you to humiliate yourself: to beg for forgiveness so you’ll maybe get granted the privilege of touching her.

So you smile back, placing your hands on your hips and doing nothing else, even if you’re itching to run your tongue all over her body. “As you wish, unnie.”

Karina is so wet, of course she is— it’s not hard to leave her drenched. The dick slides in easily, and she takes her time with taking down its inches. Your grip on her hips turns slightly stronger at the sight of her looking so angelical, as her big, soft boobs are all in display to your face. That earns you a censoring look, and you move your hands with another eye-roll. There's nothing more you want but to touch her.

After a few breaths, Karina finds a steady pace, bouncing on your lap. The gushing sounds of her pussy that echo through the room are nearly pornographic, and you find yourself letting out desperate whimpers, too.

“So good.” She murmurs, lost in pleasure. Her grip on your shoulders tightens, and you feel her muscles tensing up.

You can’t help it— watching her pleasure herself is almost too much. Without much thinking, your fingers make their way to her clit, circling her hardened as you study her, testing out the waters. She lets out a gasp at the sensation, closing her eyes to enjoy the way her lower abdomen kept building up the tension. The tingling sensation increases with the rhythm of your strokes, along with her moves, and it doesn’t take much further for Karina to cum.

Just as always, Karina’s strong voice fills the room as she takes her head back, clenching her pussy once the waves of pleasure hit her with strong motions. Her entire body trembles, and she relies on you to keep her steady.

“You look the prettiest when you cum.” You tell her, after a few moments of silence.

The laugh she lets out is weak, more like a giggle as Karina sighs deeply, carelessly throwing herself on your side of the bed. She turns to you, then, so close your noses are nearly touching, disregarding your words as if you hadn’t said anything at all. “And you can’t ever behave, can you?”

You mirror her smirk, pecking her lips before shaking your head. “You like it that way, though.”

The two of you stay in a comfortable silence, one you don’t mind at all. The girls have had some busy, tiring weeks, and you know Karina needs rest. She’s tired—they all are, so the tension relief was well welcomed by the oldest girl. Despite being all sweaty and breathless, Karina is much less anxious now that you’ve helped her relax. She runs her fingers through your body, taking her time until she reaches your pussy. It delights her to feel how soaked you are: she’s aware of the amount of power she holds over you, and the fact that you’re gulping, still throbbing yourself, is something so empowering to her.

It makes her insides tingle all over again, asking for more.

“Jimin…” You whine again, opening your legs to give the girl better access to your entrance. You need her to touch you or else you’ll explode.

Two of her fingers enter your cunt before you can cry any further, hitting a fast pace without warning. The action is well welcomed, and you hold her wrist, motioning to go further. But Karina loves to make you frustrated; it’s almost as if she thrives on it: just like they made their way inside, her fingers are gone, and her mean smirk is back.

“You haven’t behaved at all today.” She repeats herself, laughing as she kisses your pout away. You bite her lip in response, which makes her pull your face away, although she’s still giggling. “You’ll get nothing tonight, baby. I’m sorry.”

You narrow your eyes at her, “You’re such a fucking liar! You’re not sorry at all!”

Karina turns her back to you, making a show of ignoring you as she grabs the covers just as a big yawn hits her. “Goodnight to you too, pretty. Sleep tight,” You roll your eyes, ready to give her a sneaky remark when she adds, “Oh, and don’t forget to turn off the camera. We don’t want you running out of battery or anything, do we?”

“You’re such a bitch.” Although you still get up and do as told, knowing she’s partially right.

Karina waits patiently for you to return to bed, with her small eyes and big smile. The sensuality and roughness from earlier have been replaced by her usual bubbly self, which you adore just as much. It has always been amusing to you how easily it is for her to just switch back and forth from the luscious, gorgeous woman she is to her puppy personality, and you adore her either way.

You hop into her arms, humming when she fills your neck with small, wet kisses.

“You have to behave, silly.” Is what she tells you, biting your skin gently. You’re one to bruise easily, you both know it as much. However, you say nothing, allowing her to do as she pleases. “Otherwise you won’t get a reward.”

“We’ll see about that.” You murmur, happy to get lost in her cuddles. “I sure need something after that torture session.”

Your words cause you to be pushed back, although you know Karina’s only joking.“Oh my God! Go to sleep, Y/n. Goodnight.”

“Ugh.” Is all you answer, closing your arms around her waist.

“Y/n.”

“Right, right.” You sigh, “Goodnight, cutie. Can I get a kiss?”

The hand that goes through your face is enough of an answer.

“Sleep. We’ll have a busy day tomorrow.” She commands.

And because it’s Karina, you obey. You’d always hail the band’s leader.

Your personal camgirl.

—

Breakfast has always been something you’d skip if you could. It’s a pain to wake up so early, and you need at least an hour to be somewhat presentable and another two until you can properly talk to anyone. However, the soon you leave this shitty hotel the better, so you resume sitting beside Giselle and Ningning while they talk excitedly. You chew on your bread with scrambled eggs with perhaps too much patience, still marveling at how composed they look despite running on 5 hours of sleep.

“So, we’ve got good news. Amazing news, actually. Like, the greatest news ever.” Ningning’s nearly jumping in her seat, her eyes darting from you, then Giselle, Minjeong, and finally to Karina multiple times in seconds. Yizhuo plays with her hands, nudging Karina while nearly dying of anxiety. “Unnie, would you please tell them? Go, go.”

The excitement in her tone captures enough of your attention; you, Giselle, and Minejong collectively sit up straighter, exchanging a confused look. The fact that they know as little as you do is comforting, and stirs up a nice, warm feeling of being included within your heart. The girls could be harsh and a little mean sometimes, naturally, but there are times when they’re also very sweet.

Karina laughs, pinching Ning’s cheeks. Even though Ningning pretends she despises it, you love to baby her and spoil her rotten.

“You can do it, Ning.” She encourages her baby girl to speak up, loving the smile that brightens up the maknae’s lips after the command. “Go ahead, tell them what we’re doing next.”

With her leader’s blessing, Ningning lets out a happy squeal and launches herself upwards. The upper half of her body hangs on the breakfast table as she looks around before whispering as if the topic is top-secret.

“So, this guy approached me after our show.” She stops abruptly at your reactions, waving her hands, “Hey, don’t make such faces! He wasn’t a weirdo or anything, I promise. Anyway, he came up and said he worked for AKT Music Ent. and that he liked our music and thought we had potential.” Ningning pauses, looking up to her leader for reassurance. Once Karina nods, giving her a knowing smile, she adds, “And then I told him to talk to Karina, of course, because she’s our leader and all… but basically, he invited us to compete at The Box, next month. Can you believe it?”

“You’re fucking with us.” Minjeong answers, in awe. She looks at Karina, with her mouth still slightly open in shock. “Please tell me you’re serious. That this isn’t a joke or anything.”

Karina has a proud look on her face as she nods. “It’s a thing. We’re doing it.”

“HELL YES!” Giselle screams, laughing loudly. She reaches out her arms and squeezes you and Ningning in a tight hug, her embrace so strong it’s borderline suffocating. Not that you mind— if anything, it fills you with warmth to be with them in their first big accomplishment. “WE’RE PLAYING IN THE BOX! OH MY FUCKING GOD. WE ARE AMAZING!”

Minjeong and Karina laugh at her reaction, just as happy from the news. Taking part in the event is an amazing opportunity for them: the mere thought of performing at the stage is enough to give them goosebumps, both of fear and excitement.

The Box is a week-long competition where the top 3 winners get a 2-year long contract, each signed with one of the Big 3 music companies of the country: SM, JYP or YG. It’s an elite program where successful bands have gained popularity and recognition, like SNSD. It’s set at a big, open area at the countryside and held much like a festival: the event has become more and more capitalized with every passing year. The companies make sure to hold a big show out of the entire thing, broadcasting the events that happen simultaneously 24/7— numerous interviews, commercials are shot by the participants to support the sponsors of the competition, which helps them to make their debut on national television. There are various foods, restaurants and parties being held at all times. It’s also a great opportunity for fans of nugu bands to personally interact with them, and actually super nice to meet other bands and artists. Besides the main goal, being at the event alone is a huge honor and opportunity for the band to grow as artists. They certainly won’t take for granted.

Minjeong claps excitedly. “We need to celebrate!”

“Absolutely.” Giselle agrees, looking with disgust at the men who kept sitting at the nearby tables even though it was still fairly early, and the Diner was still empty. “At home, though. Let’s get out of here, please.”

The five of you exchange a knowing look, collectively getting up at the same time as you grab your belongings and hurry to leave the shitty hotel. Your hearts are filled with pride, and you couldn’t be happier for them.

“You deserve this.” Is what you tell them, breaking the steady silence that reigned in the car. The girls look at you, all returning from dreamland.

Even though their only response is a faint hum, the satisfaction on their faces tells you they needed to hear that. “This is only a result of your hard work. All the hours of practice, the shitty-ass places you played at before, the No’s you’ve gotten… It’s going to work out, trust me.”

Karina’s arms go to your neck, in a gentle caress as she adds, looking at her bandmates. Her best friends. “Y/n is right. We got this.”

There’s nothing they can’t do, as long as they’re together.

[feinecutasy]

New Tenant

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ stood anxiously in front of the flat. The landlord, ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ, so far had been very wholesome and welcoming. Almost unnaturally so. The young man’s mind drifted to memories of their first meeting.

---

It was too good to be true. A fully furnished studio flat, right in the city’s centre, with monthly rent not even above 70% of market price. Photos and the description showed nothing unusual – not even a hint of outraging demands or potential contractual traps, aside from a preference for a quiet, not too party-going tenant. The offer had already been up for a week. There must be a catch. An offer this good would have vanished in less than 2 days. There's only one way for Steve to find out.

Steve stood anxiously in front of the flat. Setting up an appointment was relatively straightforward, and the warm and energetic way in which the deep-voiced owner communicated had definitely helped in keeping his doubts at bay. He had imagined Peter Choi, the owner of a flat that was – perhaps not too coincidentally – barely a few steps away from the Korean district, to be some slim, slightly conservative middle-aged ethnic Korean man looking to further increase his hard-earned wealth. The very moment when he heard an enthusiastic „Hi, you must be Steve! I’m Peter. C’mon in!” booming out from within the flat, his preconception was completely shattered.

The man in front of him was an imposing tower of sheer muscles, with pale skin, a buzz cut, bushy eyebrows and a full, even bushier beard. Patches of hair chaotically lined up his chest, a glimpse of which was made possible thanks to the top two undone buttons of his shirt; the poor thing struggling to contain his hefty, herculean pecs. His youthful face was acne-covered, his neck thicker than Steve’s thighs, and his dilated grey eyes not too different from those of a weed-lover after a fat joint. Fortunately, and unfortunately at the same time, Steve couldn’t sense from the man the distinct stoner’s smell, only one accumulated from spending too much time in a sweaty locker room. Still, the signs did little to curb in Steve’s mind the image of a druggy youngster to whom the thought of free time not spent pumping iron would seem greatly outrageous. The brutish built was more befitting of someone who suffers brain damage in the wrestling ring for a living, but nevertheless there was a classical, Michelangelesque handsomeness in his visage, and the faint insidiousness of a shrewd businessman in his manner. And there was also … something else. Something uncanny that Steve couldn’t figure out. Oddly enough, perhaps it was this „something” that had rendered Steve’s instincts dysfunctional, for in other circumstances, he would have immediately bolted away from the sight of such a man and the number of red flags.

Steve convinced himself of the flat’s mint condition after having checked all of its nooks and crannies. The company of Peter was greatly appreciated, as the man turned out to be a great conversationalist. Steve was already hooked, and when Peter said that he would love to have someone calm and understanding like Steve as his new tenant after the last one wrecked his place, he was determined. The generous landlord even offered Steve dinner at a Korean restaurant nearby, and after having all his questions answered („Yes, I took my wife’s last name. Hard to find a pasty white guy with a Korean last name, aye?”, „I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s just genetics. I don’t do drugs.”) and his belly stuffed with soybean stew, kimchi and grilled pork belly, Steve happily signed the tenancy agreement.

---

Steve stood anxiously in front of the flat, bags and suitcases by his side. It didn’t take long for Peter to arrive. The two exchanged greetings and quickly entered the flat. Just like the first time they met, Steve felt unease for no particular reason. A shiver went up his spine as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but the discomfort shortly dissipated he was reassured by his landlord’s radiating energy and rambunctiousness.

„This is the key to the flat, this one … for the gate, but you can also use a code. I’ll send it to you on WhatsApp. Much quicker that way, actually. This one for the letterbox. And … I think that’s basically it”, Peter smiled warmly as his he handed the keychain to his new tenant. After having the latter thanked him, he stepped towards the table to fetch something.

„By the way, I brought you some pizza!”

A mix of gratitude and embarrassment momentarily seized Steve. It’s their second time meeting and he was already receiving so much from his landlord. He blurted out a few words of gratitude, unable to hide his excitement upon seeing the pizza box in Peter’s meaty hand. Placing the box right in the centre of Peter’s field of vision, the bulky man opened it with his left hand in one quick, swift motion.

There was no pizza. Inside the box was a smooth, slick, black creature that somewhat resembled the legless amalgamation of an ant and a spider had it not been for the writhing fleshy mass of thin, long tentacles – which looked more like the skinny tassels trailing behind a jellyfish – floating in front of what’s supposed to be it head.  Light bounced off its chitinous carapace, bringing out a vibrant purple sheen. In the place where there were supposed to be eyes, a slit ran across the curved surface, parting the roots of the tentacles into two orderly clusters. The thorax, which connected the head to the rest of the body was in essence a bumpy, ragged, solid and relatively passive hump.  The most striking of its features was the abdomen – a voluptuous, oblong sac covered by a veiny, glossy membrane that revealed strange organs pulsating within a clear gelatinous substance inside.            

When Steve could finally process the outlandish scene unfolding in front of him, it was already too late. In the blink of an eye, thousands of fleshy threads shot out and latched onto his face while at the same time contracting, bringing the creature closer to him. Each of the threads touched the surface of his skin, flattened out before taking on the same colour and texture as his own flesh. They then softly dug into his face, slowly assimilating with his facial nerves. Instinctively, Steve tried to scream, but a wall of flesh was already formed before his mouth, blocking any sound from coming out. His attempt to use his hands to yank the thing away was in vain, for Peter was already keeping both of his scrawny limbs in a tight grip.  

With his sight partially obscured by the wall of flesh that was now linked with his mouth, Steve could see the creature’s thorax split into two, revealing a more organic, fleshy organ slowly making its way out. His eyes could only perceive colourful waves of light hovering above the organ, for his human vision lacked the precision required to notice the row of microscopic, hooked needles slowly protruding out from the creature’s middle. The organ slithered to his side until he could no longer see it, slowly positioning itself straight behind his back. Steve could only feel a slight tickle on his nape, oblivious to the fact that his nervous system was already subdued.

Steve’s eyes dilated. All struggles had ceased. Peter loosened his grip on Steve as the latter’s limbs relaxed. His breath stabilised. The adrenaline rush has been quelled, and his heart rate and blood flow had returned back to their normal paces. Steve looked dully ahead, though whatever his eyes perceived, his brain registered none of it, for it was being distracted by something else. Someone or something was crawling through his mind. Memories in random chronological order flashed on and off abruptly inside his head. Highschool feud. Second job. Drunk on the tube. Lost in the shopping centre. Deployment. First love. Bike incident … He then started to realise that some of these memories weren’t his. He could vaguely made out the personas who owned them. A macho construction worker from Eastern Europe. A young, inexperienced American soldier. A middle-aged Korean immigrant …  All but one sets of memories ended in one exact same moment, which Steve now knew would also become a part of his memory shortly after.

The fleshy wall in front of his mouth pulsated, pushing the creature’s sac pushed closer and closer, until it finally entered his oral cavity. The carapace dropped to the floor, producing a faint clank. The pulsating continued as the viscous, translucent liquid was pumped into Steve’s mouth. His compromised nerves pulled on, gently nudging him to swallow, after which the whole content of the sac was free to travel further inside his body.  

Intense heat spread through Steve’s whole body. His now heavy testicles sagged down greatly as the scrotum struggled to adjust to their new combined weight after the latest influx of extraterrestrial, invigorating material. Acnes broke out over his face and elsewhere on his body due to its unfamiliarity with and inability to process bursts of testosterone in the span of mere seconds. His cock twitched with anticipation, growing longer and thicker; the head swelled, glistening with pre-cum. Alien energy induced extreme growth in all of his cells. His frame expanded, muscles bulging beneath smooth skin everywhere in parallel with his growth in both the horizontal and vertical direction. His clothes were starting to yield. His underwear gave in to his virile front and his ever-expanding muscular rear. His jeans surrendered to his man-crushing colossal thighs. His t-shirt torn from the pressure of his thickening biceps, triceps and the two still swelling hairy mounds of meat on his chest. His body tried to regulate the never seen before amount of intense heat inside but to no avail: the suffocating smell of sweat had already dominated the room, and it won’t be long before his body develops a reeking body odour that no deodorant nor showering could ever get rid of. The flesh wall that covered his mandible earlier had been absorbed into his body. His face took on all the facial features of Peter – his bushy eyebrows and beard, his strong, straight nose, down to his piercing grey eyes that are now still dilating due to the creature’s earlier interference. The fleshy organ that was attaching to his nape finally detached from its shell. The lump of flesh burrowed deeper into his neck, transforming it into an even thicker and muscular one that would put any professional wrestler to shame. His Adam’s apple as a result grew and protruded out a little more to make room for his enhanced voice box, further deepening his voice.    

In the room, two identical hulking men stood face to face, one clothed, one practically naked. Beneath their feet lied an empty pizza box and a carapace of some unidentified organism.  

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3 years later …

ᴏꜱᴄᴀʀ stood anxiously in front of the flat. The landlord, ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ, so far had been very wholesome and welcoming.

Almost unnaturally so.

[transformers-spike]

Hello ummm can I order a uhh wholesome Starscream x human!SO with the SO being into praising him and caring for him? And he of course is drinking it all up because he needs love and reassurance more than he could ever admit

Yet again my brain decided to go for a full length novel, so I had to pull back and came up with this. Think of this as them before they got together:

“Are you alright?” “Of course I am! Why would you think otherwise?” he snarks, puffing up like a disgruntled cockatiel. You squint and look him up and down with the most “dude, just admit it” expression you can muster. He glares at you for what feels like ages, ridiculous brow plates knitted into a “fucking try me” V. You sigh, take off the welding mask and put down the torch. “I’m worried about you.” Those very same brow plates shoot up to the sky. “Pah! I don’t need your worry!” he scoffs like he isn’t bleeding out in the middle of the woods. “Sure you don’t, but I’ll have you know there’s only so much I can do! We should call Ratchet.” His fist slams to the ground, you stumble but manage to catch yourself before falling face first into the deadly spikes adorning his stiletto. Death by high heel isn’t on your “appropriately ironic deaths” list, but you should add it. If your brain didn’t slosh inside your skull like a snowglobe in the hands of a petulant two year old, you could have sworn the mighty ex-commander of the Decepticons looked apologetic for a split second. “I would rather not deal with the likes of the Autobot medic,” he declares in a slightly softer voice, although not without his usual amount of scorn. “After all, you’re doing just fine,” he croons in a sly, buttering tone. Maybe you could have believed him if he hadn’t been constantly berating you for fucking up the impromptu surgery. You are not a medic, goddammit! Much less well-versed in the art of welding shut a metal alien from a planet light years away! You’re just some car junky with pyromaniac inclinations! But seeing him this way… covered in grime and energon, wings hanging low and servos shaking. You’re glad you didn’t send him to voicemail.

You pat his leg. “Thanks, but if this happens again I’m calling Bulkhead to haul your ass back to base whether you like it or not.” Putting on your welding mask, you keep working. Starscream stays oddly quiet, not even bothering to beep at you indignantly when your torch falls out of line. It’s no Picasso, but the bleeding has stopped. After you step back to give him some space, he tests out his leg, standing up and shifting his weight from side to side. The injured leg strains but does not collapse. “Good?” you ask. “Manageable,” he mumbles in his typical “it kinda sucks but I have to be grateful” way.

Pride fills you up like a single mom downing martinis during happy hour. Although not the best compliment, it’s a Ritz-Carlton coming from him.

“Do you want to go back to base? Or just… hang out here? In the middle of the woods?” He wrinkles his optical ridge at you but doesn’t answer.

“Okay,” you drawl out, taking a seat on possibly the most comfortable rock in Nevada. Years pass by – or so it feels like – waiting for the usually extremely bitchy (thus chatty) bot to break the silence. He does not. “I think I should go,” you sit up and thumb at your car, parked all the way across the woods on the main road, a good hike from where you’re currently at. “Don’t,” he hisses. His expression is almost… forlorn if not for his angry brows. Oh fuck off, the emotionally constipated airplane war criminal can’t ask you to hang out without hurting his pride. Which makes you the responsible adult of the situation compared to the billion year old metal chicken. And by God, you are the least responsible person you know (excluding Starscream).

So you sit your ass back down and lock eyes with said chicken. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what happened?” you ask, fully expecting him to shut you down by calling you fleshling and waving your humanity over your head like a shitty “begone” charm.

Instead, he thinks about it, averting his gaze from you and turning it to the vast wilderness beyond the trees. “Vehicons,” he states bitterly. “Either it was a purely coincidental dogfight or… Megatron is after me.” His whole frame shudders, wings sinking as low as they can go.

“I see.” You pause to take a deep breath. “Do you want to tell the Autobots?”

He shakes his helm and loosens a self-deprecating chuckle from his vocalizer. “Like they would listen to me.” You scrunch up your nose. “How about I tell them? Would that be easier for you?” His optics widen for a brief moment before returning to their perpetually conniving state. “I’m not delighted with the option, but it’s preferable considering their propensity for gathering unsolicited information.” The silence returns. “Hey, I know it’s not the best time to bring this up. But you don’t even have to answer, just please hear me out.” He peers at you wordlessly. “You’ve been through-” you gesture at dry neon blue energon adorning his frame “-a lot lately. I’m not asking you to talk about your feelings or anything like that, but if you ever need someone to just… be around, I’m here.” His expression hasn’t shifted one bit. It’s completely unreadable. You continue on with gritted teeth. “Personally, I’ve never defected from an extremely violent faction and been hunted down through the sky, but I find it’s easier to suffer around friends and family. They help shoulder the pain.”

He arches a metal brow. “Are you implying we’re friends?” “I mean-” you stammer, “I definitely consider you a friend. If you don’t, that’s fine, I’m not forcing you or anything. To each their own. But that’s beside the point-” A lengthy chuckle cuts you off. “Does a friend answer their comm in the middle of the night cycle and perform surgery with sub-optimal tools?” You’re not sure if he’s insulting you or trying to make a meaningful point. Maybe both. “If so,” he continues, lips quirking into an intimidating but somehow genuine smile, “we are friends.” Your brain flatlines. “Oh,” you whisper. “OH,” it hits you like an F-15 Fighting Falcon at full speed. “I… okay. So, um, if you want to hang out and stuff, I can stick around until five o’clock. Then I’ll have to leave and get ready for work.”

“Good enough,” he scoffs good-naturedly, having returned to his bitchy old self with slightly less bitchiness. But the smile he doesn’t bother hiding betrays something deeper. Starscream is your friend. Starscream called himself your friend. Holy shit, you think you’re going to have an aneurysm.

[vicsnook]

Out of Oklahoma | Tyler Owens x Reader

word count: 3326

warnings: Tornadoes, Loss, Implied smut

notes: Hey y’all 🤠 I am back with some more content! When I tell y’all I was sat at that theater. Even my boyfriend was thirsting over Glen (specifically in the rain scene, iykyk). Anyways, hope y’all enjoy this one and please don’t forget to like and reblog 🫶🏼.

I crawl out of the hotel bed at 5, hitting the snooze button on the way to the bathroom. My reflection looks back at me less than thrilled for what’s to come today.

Apparently the world hates me because there is no coffee to brew when I check the kitchenette, so now my day’s gone from bad to worse. I check my phone and sure enough I have a million messages from my dumba-sweet brother Boone about how he can’t wait for me to meet his friends.

I'm not ready for that. But nevertheless I carry on and make my way to the airport to board a flight to take me home, to Oklahoma. It’s fine, I think to myself. It’s all going to be okay. But I know it’s a lie. Still I get on the plane and pretend I’m going somewhere tropical instead of the one place I swore I wouldn’t return to.

The wheels touch down roughly on the strip, startling me awake. Here goes nothing. The airport is packed but thankfully all I have is my carry on which holds what little I left to California with six months ago. So much for making a life for myself.

The old Ram is parked just outside the doors and I know I can’t put this off any longer. After what happened last year, I want to turn around and get the hell out of dodge but I can’t avoid him forever. Not when my family needs me, well what’s left of it. “Well, well, well, look at what the cat drug in.”

I sigh and look up, locking eyes with the one person I didn’t want to see ever again. Tyler Owens. My ex-fiancée.

“Tyler. Nice to see you didn’t get blown away by a Tornado,” I force out with the fakest smile I can muster. God knows I’d love to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, amongst other things, I shake my head dismissing the stupid thought.

“Y/N, good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor. That all your luggage?” he asks, grabbing my carry on from me and placing it in the bed of the truck before I can even answer. “Yep,” I mumble, getting into the truck.

“So, where’s Boone?” I ask, trying to ease the tension.

Tyler glances over at me and I feel my stomach do a stupid flip. Stop it!

“He’s at your Nana’s house dealing with some of the insurance people. I’m really sorry about what happened, Y/N.” he says. “We tried to warn them.”

“I know,” I say. “It’s not your fault, Tyler. You didn’t know it would turn and hit them directly.” I start to reach for his arm to comfort him but pull it back, the gesture feeling inappropriate after all that happened between us.

He nods and continues to drive on. Him and Boone blame themselves but I know there’s nothing they could’ve done. I just wish they’d see it that way.

-

The ruins of the home we grew up in come into view and my heart shatters all over again. The anger bubbling in my stomach as I see all the tornado took from us. Why!? Why us!? I want to scream at the sky as I walk up to my brother who I can tell is barely holding it together.

“Hey Boonie,” I whisper, hugging his back. His breathing shakes as he turns and pulls me into a hug, nearly suffocating me. “I tried sissy, I really did but they’re gone.” he says, “I was too late.”

I hold him as he finally breaks down and I try whispering reassurances in his ear but I know he’s not listening. My eyes make contact with Tyler’s as he heads towards the rubble and begins to sort things out.

“It’s not your fault, Boonie.” I say, holding his face so he looks at me. “There’s nothing you could’ve done.”

He nods quietly, pulling me in for another hug as the guilt consumes me for having left him behind. I should’ve never gone to California.

-

I follow Tyler to the entrance of the dingy motel on the edge of town, still holding on to Boone’s hand. “Thank you for coming, Y/N.” Boone says, handing me the key to my room. “Always,” I respond. Squeezing his hand one last time as he turns to go to his room.

“Where’s the rest of your crew? I haven’t seen them.” I ask Tyler as we head up the stairs since our rooms are on the second floor. “They’re helping some people downtown that got hit too. They asked me to give you their condolences.” He answers, stopping in front of my door.

“Um, thanks and thank you for all you’ve been doing for Boone. I hate that I couldn’t get here sooner.” I say. “California wasn’t all I thought it’d be.”

“Tried to tell ya.”

“I know. I'm sorry, Tyler.”

He moves a step forward and drops his mouth beside my ear, the distance between us almost non-existent. “Nothing to be sorry about, darling.” He drawls, pulling back, then turning around and walking into his room, leaving me in the hallway.

This man will be the death of me.

-

The weeks go by slowly as we deal with the insurance but somewhere along the way we finally get Nana’s ashes back. Boone and I take them out to the river, spreading them at the one place she loved most.

“So how are things between Kate and Tyler?” I ask Boone as we head back to the motel from the pizza parlor.

My stomach clenches, waiting for his answer.

He looks at me and grins. “Why you want to know Sissy? Any interest in getting back in that saddle?”

“Ew! No! I was just curious, Boone.” I say, glaring at him while he laughs.

“They never really were anything serious. She ran off to New York City the second she got her research. Oklahoma held too many painful memories for her or something.”

I nod. Pulling into the motel parking lot that we now call home. That is until the money from the insurance comes through and we can get to rebuilding Nana’s place.

“There’s the man of the hour.” Says Boone pointing at Tyler who’s getting out of his truck. The white shirt clinging to his chiseled chest because of the rain.

He really does look good in a cowboy hat. I think, quickly shaking my head trying to erase the thought. “Close your mouth Sissy, you’re gonna get drool all over yourself.” Boone teases and I playfully smack him, tearing my eyes off Tyler.

“You know Sissy, I don’t get it.”

“Get what?” I ask, turning off the ignition.

“How y’all girls run away from that man. I mean I ain’t blind and I may be biased because he’s my best friend but his personality doesn’t suck either.” I sigh, knowing he’s not wrong.

“It’s complicated.” I finally say, and get out of the car. Heading for my room before Boone can add anything else.

-

“Where are we going?” I ask again for the millionth time. Letting Tyler and Boone blindfold me was starting to seem like a mistake the longer we were in the truck.

It also didn’t help that Tyler was playing the cd I burned for him back in high school.

“Almost there, Sissy.” Boone assures me, as the truck left the paved road and headed down a dirt road. Please Lord don’t let this be another one of Boone’s pranks.

Tyler helps me out the truck and leads me down a rocky path. My nerves increasing by the second and wondering where my brother had ran off to.

“Tada!” yells Boone, the bandana falling off my eyes as Tyler pulls off the knot.

“I know it ain't much Sissy but I couldn’t let you keep living in that Motel much longer.” Boone says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the tiny home that now sits behind where Nana’s new house will be. “So, you hate it?”

“No! Thank you so much!” I yell, pulling him into a hug. “You really didn’t have to do this Boonie.” Tears stream down my face as my brother squeezes me. Thank you God for such a good brother.

“I can’t take all the credit, it was Tyler’s idea after all.” Boone whispers to me. I nod, pulling away and wiping the tears off my cheeks.

Lord knows if things were different I’d be running to Tyler and giving him a big ol’ kiss right now. But they aren’t. I remind myself so I settled for just saying “Thank you, Ty.”

“Not a problem.” He says, turning to follow my brother to my now little home.

-

“Please work, come on!” I yell at the shower. My little home was nothing but perfect, well except for the water which always seemed to go out at the most inconvenient times.

I try calling Boone but I’m greeted by his voicemail which only leaves one other person to call. Sighing I pull up his contact and dial. Ignoring the contact picture that I never bothered to change.

“Hello?”

“Hey, um sorry to bother but I can’t reach Boone and my water went out again while I was washing my hair,” I say, already regretting calling him.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” He replies, hanging up before I can say anything else. I pull on a bathrobe and tidy up before he gets here. I wince when I see my hair in the mirror, suds still in it but oh well. Tyler’s seen me how the lord made me so I doubt a little bit of suds will make me ugly.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts by his knocking and I think as I open the door that maybe I should’ve thrown some clothes on. “Hey,” I say, stepping aside as he makes his way to the water heater closet to check there first.

The minutes pass and the silence is eating me alive. The temptation to say that I was wrong for ending things the way I did consumes me. So much so that I don’t realize he’s talking to me until he comes to stand in front of me.

“Earth to Y/N? It’s fixed. You shouldn’t have any more issues.”

“Thanks Ty. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.” I reply, his eyes meeting mine.

“Live your life without fear of me dying everyday because of what I do,” he says, it's clear to me then that the wound is still very much open.

He starts to head for the door but I’m quick to get up and grab his arm, stopping him dead in his tracks. “Ty, I’m sorry. I was wrong, okay? All I did was trade tornadoes for earthquakes. Happiness for misery. I was wrong and I shouldn’t have left the way I did.” I say, my eyes searching for his.

“You left me, Y/N. You packed your bags and left without saying a word, leaving all of us behind. So, no, sorry doesn’t cut it here. I’m sorry about your Nana but you made your mistakes. Live with them.” He replies, the anger in his eyes sending chills down my spine. I swallow the lump in my throat long enough for him to walk out and slam the door on his way out. What the fuck did I do and how can I even fix it?

-

** 6 months later **

Nana’s house is finished. It looks similar to the one the tornado tore from the ground but me and Boone know it couldn’t be more different.

We bring in what we could salvage slowly and try to make it look as closely as possible to the original one. Lastly, placing a picture of Nana, Boone, and I, that Lily recovered from the wreckage on the mantel.

“Close enough,” Boone whispers, sitting on the couches that Dani and Dexter got us.

“Yeah, I just wish she was still here.” I reply, sitting across from him. “You going chasing again today?”

“Yeah, but I promise we’re being safe sissy. We don’t do that driving into tornadoes and shooting off fireworks anymore after Nana,” He answers, sadness filling his features.

“Just be safe,” I mutter, taking a seat next to him and letting him pull me into a hug. “Always.”

“For what it’s worth, he’s not really mad at you. He’s mad at himself for not realizing sooner how far gone you were until it was too late.”

A sigh escapes me as he gets up, giving me a faint smile before walking out the door. Off to chase the very thing that took the last bit of family we had.

-

The rain came in buckets. All day it’d been so pretty but as soon as I stepped outside the grocery store, I saw how much the sky had changed. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as lightning struck.

Rushing to my car, I threw the groceries in the back seat but before I could throw the car in reverse I heard it.

The tornado sirens.

I threw open the car door and started sprinting back into the grocery store but a cry for help stopped me before I could make it in. Lord please protect them. I prayed quickly.

Debris was already flying all around me when I turned to look for the source of the pleas and then I spotted her. A girl who looked no more than 15 was on the ground in the parking lot, her leg in a cast and her crutches nowhere to be seen. “Please help me!”

I ran towards her. My body going into overdrive as the wind threatened to push me over too. “Please don’t let me die,” she begged as I threw her arm around me and hurried back for the door.

The wind picked up even more and the rain turned into hail as I trekked through the lot trying to make it back inside. The short distance seemed infinite.

I felt it before I could even turn. It was there. The loud roar filled my ears as I pulled the girl in front of me and with the last of my strength I had, I pushed her to where the door was.

Then my feet left the ground as the tornado sucked me in and I felt the world go black.

-

“Bo-one?” I rasp, my throat on fire and my entire body feeling like it’d been run over. The events leading up to this moment slowly coming back to me as I struggle to open my eyes.

“Hey, he’s just outside talking to the doctor, let me get him,” replies Tyler softly. My eyes adjust to the harsh hospital lights as he steps out the door and taps Boone on the shoulder.

My head pounds as I take in my surroundings. Scratches cover up both my arms. If I looked into a mirror right now I’d probably collapse.

“Sissy! Thank God you’re okay!” Hollers Boone as he comes to my bedside, careful not to hurt me when pulling me to him. “I thought I lost you.”

His tears wetting my hospital gown as I hug him back as best I could. “I’m okay, Boonie.” I whisper in his ear as he sobs.

“Is the girl okay?” I ask, worry filling me up at the thought that she didn’t make it.

“Yes, she made it inside just in time, Sissy. You saved her life.” Boone says, taking my head in his hands and pressing our foreheads together like we did when we were kids.

I close my eyes, nodding and thanking God that we were all okay.

“I need to go sign some paperwork but if you’re feeling up to it, we can take you home today. You got lucky,” Boone tells me while getting up from my hospital bed.

“I’d love nothing more than my bed.” I reply, shooting him a smile as he steps out.

I turn to Tyler who’s been quietly standing in the corner this whole time and I notice his swollen eyes. My heart squeezing at the thought of having worried him and Boone.

“Hey,” I mutter, and his eyes finally meet mine.

“Guess Boone isn’t the only tornado chaser in the family huh,” he jokes, still standing in the corner.

“Guess not,” I reply, chuckling but my throat is so dry that it turns into a cough and he’s rushing to my bedside with a glass of water in hand.

“Thank you,” I manage to say as I chug the water. Instant relief filling my throat. “So, can you fill me in on what happened after I got sucked into the tornado?”

“Uh, well witness accounts are that you pushed the girl inside and then got sucked in. Me and Boone had been chasing the tornado and pulled into the lot as it dissipated.” He stops, taking a seat on the bed and grabbing my hand. “The people in the supermarket started pouring out and screaming that you got sucked in, of course at the time we didn’t know it’d been you. Nevertheless we all started searching and found you passed out on top of a tarp in the baseball field.”

“Oh wow, that’s quite the distance. Saved myself some gas for sure,” I joke, but he doesn’t laugh. “Y/N, you could’ve died. You got out with scratches and a story but you could’ve died,” he says, a somber look on his face.

“Hey, I’m okay. I didn’t die. Nana protected me,” I tell him, tipping his face so his eyes meet mine. “I got a second chance to start over and,” but he cuts me off.

“I love you,” he says, then his lips crash into mine. The kiss knocks the air out of my lungs but as he pulls away, I recover and pull him back to my lips.

When he finally draws back, his eyes are teary but there is no sadness in them anymore. “I’m sorry for walking out on you, if you had died, I don’t know how I could live with myself, knowing how I left things,” he says, his words piercing my heart.

“Hey,” I say softly, “I’m here and I’m okay. I know there’s a lot we need to talk about but I can promise you this, I’m not leaving Oklahoma. Ever.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” I whisper, leaning in to meet his lips.

But before we can finish our moment with a kiss Boone is bursting through the door.

-

** One month later **

“Ty! Dinner’s ready!” I holler, and I hear the sound of the shower turning off. Making my way to the living room I stop and pick up my Nana’s picture, thank you for saving me. I think to myself and put it back down.

“Ty! Come on!” I yell, quietly sneaking up the stairs to our room. Glad that Boone’s off with Lily at the fair.

“Coming!” I hear him yell from the bathroom. The towel is wrapped around his waist and drops of water make their way down his abs. Man, I’d sure love to be that towel. I think to myself as I watch from the door crack but am greeted with a smirk when I make my way up to his face.

“Hey darlin’, coming to see the view?” he asks cheekily, turning to me. Busted.

“Well you’re the one who says “if you feel it, chase it,” and I sure am feeling a lot of things right now,” I reply, letting my eyes trail down his chest.

“Oh, yeah?” he replies, coming closer. “Well you better start running.”

I giggle and turn to run but don’t even make it out the room before he’s tackling me to the bed. Dinner is gonna be real cold when we’re done here.