#I gotta hurry the fuck up and keep reading

[kimmkitsuragi]

it's still sooo funny to me how the party is fighting for their lives in the astral prism and shadowheart is just having her magical girl transformation somewhere out there. lynn jaheira wyll and gale having a few breakdowns while shadowheart is dying her hair for emo reasons. astarion probably helping her

[anastasiabowe]

𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝘿! — Your boyfriend’s baby mama keep trying to get him back, so you gotta show her how you fuck her baby dad..

Note: I do not condone ANY content that is sent to your partners ex.. but if it’s Choso, it’s Choso so enjoy! (Also isn’t proofread so Ntm)

Content Warnings: SWEARING, piv, unprotected sex, recording of intimacy, hair pulling, revenge on ex, sharing 18+ content, mention of Choso having a child (not in any 18+ moments.) , MINORS JUST GO AWAY thank you!

“Fuck me.” Choso cursed to himself. You were in the kitchen washing your breakfast dishes. You looked over your shoulder to see him rub his forehead in what seems to be stress.

“Everything alright?” You dried your hands on the towel, and made your way to him. You wrap your arms around him, letting his ease into your warm arms.

“Just my ex..” he looked up at you, showing his phone. They one thing you appreciated about him is how honest he is. He always shows you his phone, and it’s almost comforting to know he has nothing to hide from you.

You grabbed his phone, and he stared at your face as you read the messages.

Jenny

11:40am

J: “Been thinking about you lately Cho..”

C: “I haven’t. What do you want, Jenny? Is something wrong with Mani?”

J: “nah, just been missing you.. can I do that?”

C: “I’ve told you to only contact me if it’s about Mani. If it isn’t, I’m done talking to you.”

J: “Cho, please, I miss you, I miss your smile. Why can’t I ever see you again? Like we only see each other when you come to pick up mani or I drop him off.”

Seen

“I’m going to beat her ass.” You pushed his phone back into his hands, and made your way to the front door only for Choso to grab your wrist.

“What?”

“Who the fuck does she is calling you ‘Cho’ like that?”

“Well don’t go beating her ass, she’s with mani right now.”

“Well what else can I do, this the 7th fucking time she coming out with these messages.”

Choso looked around in thought until a smirk appeared on his face.

“I got an idea.”

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“F-fuck!” Choso had both of your arms wrapped behind your back as he slammed his hips into your ass. He held your phone in his hand as he recorded you moaning out his name.

“Come on baby, who’s dick making you like this?”

“Y-yours!” You squealed when he readjusted, pushing the cold phone into your lower back, and stopping his movements. He soon picked up the pace again and it felt more than amazing.

Choso leaned on your back, bringing he camera around to face your messy face. Your head was half hurried in the comforter and your hands were gripping the sheets.

“Come on baby, we want to see your face!” Choso grabbed your hair, and you smiled as you stared into the camera, eyes threatening to roll back into your head.

“Good girl, doing so good for me.” Choso dropped the camera onto the bed, and swiftly turned you over, dick still inside.

“Gotta see your pretty face for real.” He picked up the camera and recorded how your cunt sucked him in every time he pulled out and pushed in.

The sight was more than unholy, it was obscene, but it only turned you on to know that this will be on your phone for you to see, and this would be the video showing how you fuck her baby dad.

You smiled at the thought of her thinking about the video everytime she even opens his contact.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Choso I’m assuming ended the video and tossed your phone next to your head. He then leaned in closer, chest to chest, and kissed your wet lips.

“Just thinking.” You giggled. He smiled, and deepened his thrusts. He pulled back, and brought your legs up into his shoulders. He then pounded harder into you, still having a smile of love and passion on his face.

“O-ooh Cho! S-shit slow down!” You cried as he kissed your ankle. Your stomach filled with butterfly’s as you felt your high coming quick.

“I’m gonna cum, Cho, I’m gonna cum!” He laughed, and leaned down to kiss you.

“Cum for me.” Those words made you let out a cry of pleasure as you came. Choso continued to rut and kiss you through it, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“F-fuck baby, where d’you wan’ it?” Choso noted, waiting for your response.

“Inside!” You moaned, and Choso bit your ankle to stop himself from making any loud noises. He let out whimpers, and you smiled feeling him relax.

Choso quickly grabbed your phone, and swiped to the camera and pressed record. He slowly pulled out, and his cum mixed with yours flowed out.

Choso chuckled at the masterpiece you and him made.

“Look at that shit,” Choso scooped some of it up and pushed it back inside. “Keep it all in baby, tryna get you pregnant.”

Those words made your stomach flutter from the mere thought of having his kid. Everything about this was so filthy yet so thrilling, and you couldn’t wait to get that positive pregnancy test.

Choso then tossed your phone down onto a pile of clothes on the floor, and kissed you.

“You’d like that huh?” He pinched your side and you let out a laugh. He knew you’d like that very much.

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You were sound asleep when Choso opened your phone and sent the video to himself. He then sent that video to Jenny, making sure she knows who he really wanted.

Not even 5 minutes later, Jenny sent a message that made Choso laugh a little to loud.

J: “You guys are so fucking disgusting, I hope you choke on your fucking ego. I don’t want to see your face ever again, you fucking cunt.”

What made that funny was he had to see her in not even 8 hours when he has to pick up his son from her house. This will be a fun exchange.

[loveharlow]

pls can we get fwb rafe i NEED

omg yes?? i feel like fwb!rafe would be such a douchebag, like he'd tell you everything you want to hear while he's inside of you but as soon as he's finished, he's like "alright, you gotta dip" and what's crazy is he makes it clear he doesn't want you but doesn't want anyone to have you

"Fuck, I'm about to-" Rafe groaned on top you, biceps on either side of your head as he rocked his hips violently into yours, the headboard banging viciously against the wall, leaving an even deeper dent than last time.

His head was thrown back, neck on display as your hands roamed his back, clawing at the skin like a feral cat. The feeling of your nails digging into his flesh had the man fucking you harder, his head dropping down as he looked into your eyes.

Sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and onto your forehead but you couldn't care less, revelling you ecstasy even more when his face began to twist in the best way possible. The man on top of you slammed himself further into you, hitting places that made your back arch as he let out a deep, raspy sigh, the feeling of him releasing inside of you making you shudder.

You expected him to keep going until you reached the same high but it was only seconds before his hips were slowing and he was pulling out, kneeling in between your legs as heavy breaths left his lips, a cocky smile on his face.

All you could do was pout, sitting up slightly on your elbows. "Are you fucking serious?"

"What?" He shrugged, climbing off of the bed. You pulled the bed sheet up against your chest and turned on your side to face him.

"You know the whole point of this is for both of us to come, right? And as far I'm concerned, there's still an ache between my legs."

"Who said that shit?" He chuckled, pulling his underwear and jeans back up his legs, fiddling with the belt around his waist. You simply scoffed and rolled your eyes, throwing the bed sheet off of you to get up and pick up your phone from the nightstand. "I'm just fuckin' with you, alright? I got you next time."

Now it was you who was chuckling, looking down at your phone as you spoke, still completely naked. "Next time." You mocked, turning the device off and looking around the room for your scattered garments. You didn't miss the shadow of Rafe's frame rounding the bed to stand near you. "Where'd you throw my bra?"

"It's hanging from the lamp." He motioned his head in the direction of the piece of clothing dangling from the light shade. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I have a date, not that it's any of your business..." You muttered absentmindedly, struggling to clasp the bra together.

Suddenly, a finger was going under the bra and in between your breasts as soon as you'd clasped it together, Rafe using the material to pull you in closer until your toes were touching and you looked up at the man in question, his blue eyes squinted as he glared down at you, almost analyzing you.

"Oh, you're deadass."

"...Why wouldn't I be?" You replied back. Rafe stared you down for a few moments before walking towards the nightstand, finger still hooked under your bra as he used the hold to walk you backwards until the back of your thighs hit the nightstand. "What're you doing?" You asked as the boy reached for your phone, unlocking it with ease. You never gave him your password. "Rafe-"

"Dylan says he can't wait to see you." He read the message, tone dripping with sarcasm. "I think we should call Dylan." He threatened, thumb moving across the screen as you reached for it, but he just held it out of your reach and all you could do was stand by, hearing the call ring faintly as the man held the device to his ear.

"What the hell is wrong with you-"

"Heyy, Dylan right?" Rafe drug out. "Listen, Y/n can't make it tonight. She's having a little trouble walking at the moment, you can blame me for that, I get a little rough as she likes to say." He told the boy on the other end, your jaw dropping as you slapped his chest and continued trying to pull his arm down to take the phone. "But hey, at least I took her off your hands for the night. It was nice talking to you buddy but I'm going to block your number right now, no hard feelings alright? You have a nice night, Dylan." Was the last thing he said before ending the call and presumably blocking the guy's number and handing you your phone back.

His finger unhooked itself from your bra as he walked away to grab his shirt and slide it on. You stood starstruck, phone in hand as you eyed him walking around. "You are actually the fucking worst. Do you know that?"

Rafe simply walked over to you with a hazy smile on his lips, planting his warm hands on your waist. He enveloped you in a heated kiss, tongue slipping past your lips and playing with your own before pulling back, looking you up and down. "Get dressed and sneak out the back, I gotta meet Top soon." He demanded, slapping your bare ass and stepping back from you. "And I'm still dripping down your leg."

©loveharlow.

[luvyeni]

JAKE DRABBLE !

pairings. bestfriendsbrother!jake x fem!reader

🔖: 18+ , make-outs, marking, unprotected sex (he pulls out) , dirty talk

authors note ! this is for the 6k drabble special , you can read all of them here !

it was your bestfriend birthday , you shouldn't be up here while she was downstairs at her party , you definitely shouldn't be laid underneath her brother , grinding against his clothed cock , while he marked up your neck. "ja-jake no marks -fuck- don't want her to find out."

he wasn't listening though , instead he sat you up , pulling your shirt over your head , marking up your ollarbones , and your chest. "fu-fuck ,princess i don't really care if she finds out , i gotta have a reminder of this." he sounded so hot , his voice airy , soaking your panties.

"jesus princess , you're soaked." he rubbed your clit through your panties. "need me to fuck you that bad?" he smirked , watching how your legs twitched. "pl-please jake , i need you so fucking bad."

he kissed you , climbing off the bed , taking his clothes off , his cock strained against his boxers. "you're drooling princess , but as much i would love to stuff your little mouth with my cock , but we need to hurry before my sister comes looking." he said , spreading your legs , his cock kissing your hole.

he grabbed the base of his cock rubbing it up and down your folds , "jake plea— oh fuck!" he pushed into you. "god damn princess , your pussy is choking my cock." he groaned , slowly starting to move his hips. "so b-big." you gripped his bicep.

"your cunt feels too good -fuck- don't think i can let you go." he grunted , hitting your g-spot over and over. "jake , jake you feel so good!" you screamed , the music hopefully drowing out your noises.

"jake?" shit , it was your friend. "sh-shit , be quiet." he hushed. "what do you want." he yelled. "have you seen y/n , she went missing?" he smirked , looking down at your form struggling to keep quiet. "i don't know." he gave you a deep thrust , that made your eyes widened , pushing at his hips. "have you checked the bathrooms?" he started to move again.

your cunt tighten around him , making him hiss. "fu-fuck , stop tightening around me before i make you scream , i don't fucking care if she's out there." he growled in your ear. "where the fuck did she go?" your friend stood outside.

"i'm kinda fucking busy , go look for her somewhere else." he was losing all self control. "fucking fine , im gonna kill her , whenever your done fucking whoever , please come join my party." he scoffed , not even bothering to wait , speeding his hips up. "we gotta hurry princess."

he rubbed your clit , you were a moaning mess. "fu-fuck jake , im gonna cum!" he grunted , his orgasm approaching also. "fuck!" you screamed , warmness spreading all throughout your body as you came.

"fu-fuck princess , im cumming -ngh- shit." he grunted , he pulled out cumming all over your tummy. "fuck , i came so much , your pussy is magic." you rolled your eyes. "how , romantic jake."

"if you're a good girl for the rest of the night and don't dance with other guys and i'll take you a date tomorrow."

©️LUVYENI

[casiia]

panties thief — LANDRY.E

just a wee bit of dark content (read at your own risk!)

ethan never thought of himself as a pervert, not until he offered to do your laundry and found him stuffing a pair of your laced panties into his pocket. quickly abandoning the clothes in the washing machine, he stumbled back into the den where he unfortunately found his roommate, chad.

“where are you rushing off to?” the other man acknowledges ethan, returning his attention back to his unfinished sandwich.

“room. gotta catch up on…econ.” the statement runs out of his mouth sounding more like a question; as he awkwardly stands in the middle of the room waiting for his roommate to finish chewing so he could get a response.

the fabric that he had stuffed into the pockets of his pants felt heavy — the cloth weighting him down as shame at away at his conscience. he knew what he was going to do with it, and the thought of you finding out made his cheeks burns. it was almost like he wanted you to stumble into his room, watching with wide eyes as he jerked himself off to your clothes.

“don’t over work yourself too hard.”

“i won’t.” with grit teeth, ethan hurries off to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

wasting no time, he pulls your undergarments out from his pockets, quickly kicking his pants off. settling himself into bed with a whine, he pressed his palms to the tent that formed in his briefs, a small wet patch showing in the middle. bringing your panties up to his mouth, he bit down on the cloth, his tongue grazing against the lace that was stitched on top. he imagined you wearing the pair — imagining the way your skirt would hike up your thighs revealing them. he thought of you masturbating in them, the way your slick would coat the cotton, how you would circle your clit atop of the fabric, how pretty your moans would sound.

as he let his thoughts run free, he found himself reaching under the waistband of his boxers, calloused fingers squeezing the base of his cock. inching his briefs down his thighs, he jerked himself with your name on the edge of his tongue. his drool soaked your panties as he continued to get himself hard.

precum dribbled from the head of his cock and over his fingers, his cock throbs in the palm of his hand, a needy whine escaping his mouth.

pulling your panties out of his mouth, he kisses the fabric once before loosely wrapping it around his twitching length. curling his fingers around his cock, he drops his head back onto his pillow with a whine, strands of his brown hair sticking to his forehead. he digs his heels into the mattress, jerking his hips upwards to meet his fist. incoherent words and curses fall from his mouth as he pleasures himself to your panties.

a grin paints his lips at the thought of returning this particular pair to you, he wouldn’t tell you what he did to it, just to let you keep your innocence. he would try to get a peak of your panties whenever your outfits allowed him, hoping that you were wearing the ones that he once had around his cock.

ethan sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his brows furrowing in concentration. with one final squeeze he lets himself go, his orgasm painting his chest in a sticky white. “fuck.”

🏷️ .: @loaksbitch @sullybby @dilfverz guys i think i am unwell.

[lowkeyremi]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

pairing: k. bakugo x fem!reader summary: Your man's birthday is coming up! Time to set up the venue for the birthday boy! Uh oh... gotta keep it on the low, I think he might be on to you. content: fluff, established relationship, bakugo is nosy, little bit of swearing, mention of other characters (his friend group) (you can find the rest of the series here!) wc: 1k

"Shhhh!! Hurry up and bring the rest of the stuff out to the car." Kirishima and Kaminari can't seem to keep quiet while loading the rest of the supplies into the car for Katsuki's party. The two keep giggling and messing around.

"Sorry [name]! We'll be quieter!!" You highly doubt that because they said that the last two trips and if anything they've gotten louder. "Come on guys, we don't wanna give it away. You know how hard it is to actually surprise Katsuki." The boys know how much you've wanted to do this, so they quiet down and quickly take the rest of the party supplies to your car.

At this point it's almost like a challenge; to see if you can surprise him. His last two birthday parties you've tried to plan out were a major fail because Todoroki didn't understand the element of surprise and said, "Oh yeah, we're just getting everything ready for your party." and the other year he had threatened Mineta into telling him what you were plotting.

So, this year in order to keep it an actual secret, you had told very few people (kirishima, mina, sero, denki, and midoriya.) and sent Katsuki off to his parents to "enjoy his birthday with his family." His birthday isn't until a few more days but his parents were able to tire him out enough to keep him from asking questions or bothering you guys. he's currently in his room napping at 7pm.

"Alright, Sero, Can you read through the checklist once more to make sure we have everything?" Sero's quiet helpful, he'll be hanging up a lot of the decorations and what not. You had momo make a bunch of cool decorations yesterday while Katsuki was out with his parents and then sato baked a cake, that resides in the teacher's lounge thanks to Aizawa Sensei. You had also gotten the decorations that you and Mitsuki went out and bought a little while ago. She is such a big help and a huge part of why this whole plan is working.

Sero reads though the checklist and you give him a small "yeah" each time you see an item on the list.

"Okay I think that's everything let's go!"

In all honesty, Gym Gamma isn't that far away from the dorms, but carrying all of that stuff would have been a huge pain, which is why you're taking your car, with special permission from Aizawa of course.

When the six of your arrived at the gym you took charge of making sure the door was open for everyone to load everything in, and locking it behind you when everyone was inside.

Your teachers had already come up with some kind of white lie saying they were using the gym for some kind of new practice when in reality you're just setting up Katsuki's party.

So far everything's going according to plan, since Kirishima is probably the strongest one there he helps with setting up tables and moving them. While Denki sets up all the music equipment. (he, jiro, tokoyami and momo are going to play music)

Mina, being a natural leader is telling people where to put things, how high to hang up decorations and what not. She's really damn good at it too.

While you're in the trance your phone buzzes in your pocket and you hear the familiar ring tone of fireworks. When you and Katsuki started dating you set his ringtone to fireworks just to piss him off, and at first it did, but now he's just used to it.

"Hello?" In response you here a loud shuffling noise and a small grunt.

"Where the fuck are ya? Your location's off." If it were anyone else on the phone with him they probably would have thought Katsuki was being rude, but this is just how he is.

"Are you sure? I'm like 100% sure it's on." It's not. You know it's not. You aren't completely sure if he knows the gym is "off limits" because he crashed as soon as he got back. There's no way you're gonna risk it though because if he does know about the gym not being available he'll get suspicious of you being there.

"I'll check again, but I'm pretty sure it's off." His voice is groggy with sleep and he goes quiet while checking to see if you're location is on. While he's doing that you quickly mute your phone and yell out, "WHO'S NOT DOING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?"

Midoriya is the first to respond, he runs right over to you ready to help.

"Listen, Izuku. I'm about to tell 'tsuki that i'm headed to my favorite book store on campus. I need you to take my phone and just kinda hang out there and if something goes wrong, like he tries to call just call one of the others so you can let me know, okay?" The green haired boy shakes his head furiously fast.

"I CAN DO IT!!" Even though you're slightly exhausted, Midoriya's energetic attitude does hype you up a bit.

You quickly unmute your phone, "Hey baby, I'm going down to the book store for a little while. I need to get this one book."

His bed creaks, indicating that he's just finally sat up in bed, "Alright, I'll meet ya there."

"I just need some time alone, please don't come by." You try your best to sound like you need space, because you know your boyfriend respects you and your space.

"Oh.. alright. If you want me to come get ya I will." Guilt slowly trickles through your stomach when you hear his voice drop into disappointment but you know it will all be worth it in the end.

"Love you Kats, I'll see you in a bit." The blond hums quietly in contentment.

"I love you too, be safe." With that he hangs up the phone.

Izuku quickly leaves with your phone to the book store and you + the others get back to work on decorating and making sure everything is organized.

"Okay guys! I think if we keep working at this pace we'll be done in thirty minutes or so." Everyone whoops in excitement.

It turns out you aren't the only one who wants to surprise Katsuki Bakugo.

day 1: you make a birthday gift for katsuki - @zanarkandskylines

day 2: you invite all of class 1-A to the party - @xbabyd0lli3x

day 3: shopping for decorations- @angels-fantasy

day 4: You make a present plan 2.0! - @starieq

💖 day 5: Decorating the venue for his birthday party ! @lowkeyremi

day 6: Baking the cake for his party - @queenpiranhadon

day 7: you and your classmates surprise him ! - @cashmoneyyysstuff

tag list: @gina239 @mystic60 @meowze4r @icedemon1314 @bigsimpo343 @ah-mya @whezdostuff @berry-vioo @seonne @slayfics @food8me @katsuisbaby @azzo0 @kit-katsukii @stoned-anime-babe @kukikoooo

orange = can't be tagged

©𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

[anchoeritic]

toxic/posessive dbf!joel??

"all mine. you're all mine," joel whispered against the slick curve of your jaw, leaving sweet kisses down the side of your neck. his hands were roaming your body freely, touching every square inch of it. a helpless whimper fell from your lips as you felt the warmth of his hand slide down your stomach, reaching for the spot between your thighs. “joel , please. touch me.”

your hands caught his wrist, almost trying to tell him to hurry up and touch you already. your hips slightly bucked off the mattress, meeting your clothed pussy with the hot palm of his hand. he laughed at your attempts to plead for him, keeping his hand over your pussy. "aw, look at how my girl's begging for me just to touch her?" his hand pressed harder against it, the pressure hitting your clit gently.

joel started to move his fingers slowly apart, rubbing you teasingly through the thin fabric of your panties. "you wish it was that easy for me to give in and make you feel good, baby." you know i play fair with you. he said with such confidence, ending his sentence off a slap to your pussy.

you let out a yelp, feeling a stinging sensation on your core. " - and guess what? a little birdie came and told me about you and your little boyfriend, darlin".

you felt like a deer in headlights when you looked right into his ice-cold eyes. someone must've caught you and him out the other day, and told joel. your boyfriend was everything joel despised. young, reckless, and a piece of shit. there was no doubt he would’ve killed him by now if it wasn’t for you standing in between.

but he loved you like a boyfriend should; showered you in kisses, giving you priceless gifts, he was a woman’s dream.

as much as he thinks he knows you, he could never compare to joel miller and you had to swallow the truth like a big girl.

joel knew your soft spots and weaknesses, and he knew how to use it against you. whether his intentions were good or bad, he always got what he wanted by the end of the night, even if it meant he'll have to convince you with ways other than his words.

he knows your thoughts, your love language, everything about you wasn't foreign to him. you were pretty hard to read at first until you naturally fell into the arms of his, hoping to find something that wasn't even close to your boyfriend.

"h-he wanted to talk to me, that’s all.." you stuttered, feeling the palette of your cheeks heating up. his fingers moved around your pussy, running his middle finger through the slit.

he nodded his head with a smirk on his lips, his finger pressed to your clit now, making your legs shake a bit. "are you telling the truth, cupcake..?" he teased you. leaning up from his position, his face was now right in front of yours. “you know it’s not good to lie, baby.”

his breath fanned over your nose as he held himself up with one arm, stopping himself from falling right onto you. “or do i gotta fuck it outta you, sweetheart?" the smirk on his lips remained.

you stayed silent, not wanting to let out any details of your day with steve that'll get you into much bigger trouble. you bit your lip, looking up at him innocently, which he certainly didn't like. the hand against your pussy was quickly brought up to your throat, wrapping itself around it with a tight squeeze. your answer wasn't one that he wanted to hear, or the one he expected. was it so hard for you to be honest? hmm.. his good girl wasn't so perfect after all.

"you wanna stay quiet now, huh? you were begging, pleading for me to touch you and now you have nothing to say?" he snarled, looking at you in shame. “know you fucked him and i know that pretty pussy couldn't finish." his grip on your throat tightening, choking you out harder. "did i give her permission to cum?" he asked you, tilting his head, waiting for an answer from you. barely able to gasp for air, you shook your head "nо"

such simple instructions you still manage to forget." he stifled out a laugh, shaking his head at you. "you're fucking pathetic, sweetheart, running back to the man who'll always be less than me." your eyes well up with tears, the feeling of your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. his hand was cupping your cheeks now, keeping your head straight. he slapped one of your cheeks lightly, making your tearful eyes fixate to his angry ones.

a small tear slides down your cheek, waiting to be wiped by joel, but only to be laughed at by him. he had no sympathy for you. absolutely none.

"you know you'll always run back to me by the end of the night. you're fuckin' mine."

[bingwriterxo]

call your mom

pairing: jenna ortega x reader

summary: in which jenna gets worrying texts

warnings: HEAVY TOPICS -- depression, OD, minors DNI (18+)

word count: 1800+

author's note: based on the song 'call your mom' by noah kahan. if you guys ever need to talk, hit my inbox please.

You (1:53am): i'm sorry.

You (1:53am): i love you.

Jenna grumbled at the sound of her text-tone cutting through the silent night, but she still turned over in her bed to reach for her phone, knowing that only one person was set to interrupt her usual do-not-disturb. She cracked one eye open to read what you had sent her and then shot up, fear surging through her.

"No, no, no," she muttered as her fingers fumbled around the screen, trying to unlock her phone as quickly as possible. She's fine, she thought. She has to be fine. The tears that were already welling in her eyes told her otherwise.

When she finally managed to open her phone, she immediately called you, her breath quickening with each ring that went by in which you didn't answer.

"Come on, come on. Please."

She was already pushing the covers from her body and slipping from her bed, shuffling around the dark room to grab a pair of socks and her keys.

"Y/N, please," she pleaded to the dial tone.

Then, a click.

"Jenna," you whispered, your voice raw and hurt and everything Jenna didn't want to hear.

"Y/N?!" She slipped one sock on, fumbled with the other. "Y/N, what's going on?"

There was a sob on the other end of the line.

Where the fuck are my keys?!

"I can't..." you cried into the phone. "Jenna, I--"

Jenna clenched her jaw as she hurried toward the light switch, turning it on and spotting her keys. She grabbed them, ignoring her body's protests of everything going too fast.

"I'll be there so soon, baby," she said, trying to keep her voice calm even though all she wanted to do was sob and shake. "Just hold on, okay?"

"I can't do it anymore, Jenna." You sniffled, hiccupped, then, "I love you."

Jenna shook her head. "No, baby. Stay on the phone with me, please."

She slipped into the first pair of shoes she could find, rushed out the front door of her apartment, sprinted down the stairs so quickly that she should've fallen, and was in her car in a matter of moments.

The engine rumbled to life, and your voice erupted through the car's speakers. "I can't. I just...it's too much."

"Y/N, stay on the phone." Her foot was heavy on the gas pedal. "You have to stay on the phone."

You let out a shaky breath. "It all hurts." You coughed wetly. "Everything hurts, J."

"I know, baby. I know, but it'll be okay. It won't last forever, okay?" Hold on. Just hold on.

"I'm--I'm getting real tired," you said, voice cracking, breaths shallow.

Fuck.

"Did you take something?" She pressed harder on the gas pedal, slipped beneath a yellow light. You didn't answer, and her speedometer climbed, climbed, climbed. "Y/N, did you take something?!" she gritted out, trying to keep her own sobs at bay.

She could hear you swallow. "Yeah," you breathed out.

Her grip on the wheel tightened. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "Okay, you're gonna be okay. Just stay on the phone with me. Can you do that for me? Please?"

Your sobs were echoing around the car, bouncing from one speaker to the next right into Jenna's ears, and it was painful. She wanted to shut it all out, but she knew she couldn't.

"No, I gotta go," you mumbled.

"Baby, don't hang up. Stay on the pho--"

"I love you."

"Y/N, don't--!"

The beeps that came when you hung up felt like nails being hammered into a coffin, and Jenna finally let herself cry. She was shaking; her palms were pressed so tightly against the wheel that her knuckles were turning white; her speed was far too high for the speed limit.

"Fuck!" she screamed. She was still twenty minutes away.

Call her mom. Call her mom.

"Hey, Siri." Her phone sounded to life. "Call Y/M/N."

The dial tone filled the car. One ring, two rings. Please. I need you.

"Jenna?" Your mom's voice was groggy, like the phone call had woken her from deep sleep. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know what to do," Jenna sobbed. "Y/N took something." She was hyperventilating, and she couldn't seem to stop. "She took something, and I'm on the way to her right now, but I don't know if I'll be fast enough."

"Oh god." There was rustling on the other end of the phone. Your mom said something to your dad, something Jenna couldn't pick up on. "Okay, Jenna. Y/F/N is sending an ambulance to her apartment, okay? They'll be there in a few minutes."

"God, I don't know when she took them. I don't--I don't if that'll be soon enough." She covered her mouth with one hand, tried to stop crying while talking. "I don't know what to do. What do I do?" Tears were blurring her vision.

"You need to breathe, honey, alright?"

"I'm sorry. I--" She felt pathetic. Your parents could lose a child tonight, yet she was the one sobbing and asking for help. "I can't lose her."

"I know. Jenna, breathe. You won't be any help if you can't make it to her." Your mom was crying now, too. "We need to breathe. She'll be okay. She'll be alright." It sounded more like she was trying to reassure herself. "She's strong." There was more shuffling. "We're going to her apartment now."

"I'm almost there." She pressed harder on the gas. "I'm almost there." Please, Y/N. Hold on. Just a little longer. Just a few more minutes.

"She'll be okay, Jenna." Your mom let out a gasping sob. "She has to be."

You have to be okay. We need you.

Stay with us.

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The lights were blinding; the chairs were uncomfortable; the air was sterile in a way that air shouldn't be; there was beeping echoing from every direction; nurses were walking around, this way and that.

Jenna couldn't think about anything other than the fact that you were laying in a hospital bed, just a few rooms away. A doctor had come in earlier, talked to her and your parents about what had happened, but she had tuned everything out.

Her fingers were fiddling with themselves, hands wringing together. Your mom's hand was resting on her knee, which was bouncing up and down, up and down, up and--

"Y/L/N?"

She shot out of her chair. Your parents did, too. The doctor said something, and she knew she should've been listening, but she was waiting for--

"You can go see her now," he said.

The three of you rushed to the room that you were given, and Jenna had to pause in the doorway, watching as your parents hurried to the farther side of your bed. You looked so...tiny, laying there--fragile in a way that Jenna had never seen.

Tears welled in her eyes again, and she took a step back, gasping for air. Your mom looked up at her--your father down at you--but Jenna just waved her hand. Take care of her, she thought. She needs it.

She stumbled back into the waiting room and fell into a chair, trying to erase the image of you in the bed, of you in the back of the ambulance, of you alone in your apartment, sitting in your bathroom when she had arrived. She wiped at her eyes, rubbed at them, pressed the heel of her palm into them like it would rid her mind of the memories.

Come on, Jenna. Pull yourself together.

She couldn't.

It was too much. It was all too much.

She was crying again, in the empty waiting room. Her sobs filled the air, loud and unrestrained and laced with pain, and her tears slid down her cheeks unabashedly.

Then, a hand on her shoulder. Soft, strong, careful. Jenna looked up. Your mom stood beside her, offering her the smallest of smiles.

"She wants to see you, honey," she said quietly.

Jenna sniffled, wiped at her tears. "Okay." She nodded and stood. Your mom led her back to your room, and she followed like she was on autopilot, her legs moving quicker than her mind wanted.

When she arrived, you were watching her, eyes wide and owl-ish, scared and child-like, sorry. Half of her was tempted to run back into the waiting room and hide there until this was all over, until she woke up from what she was sure was a dream. The other half knew that you needed her, and she listened to that half as she walked inside and kneeled beside your bed.

"We'll give you two some time," your father said, and Jenna didn't even look at him as she heard your parents shuffle from the room. She was staring at you, at your eyes, your lips, the slope of your nose--everything that could've been gone.

You sighed, shrank in on yourself. "I'm sorry," you whispered.

Jenna swallowed. "You're okay." Her bottom lip trembled as she spoke, relieved that she was able to say those words. "You're okay."

"I'm okay."

"I thought--" Her voice cracked, and she choked back a sob. "I thought I was going to lose you." She shook her head and blinked back tears. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You chewed at your bottom lip and sniffled. "I'm okay."

"Okay." She was crying again, unable to stop herself. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to your forehead, closing her eyes to bask in the feeling of your warmth, of your life. "I love you," she mumbled against you.

"I love you, too."

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Jenna moved into your apartment a week later.

It wasn't an idea forced on you but rather one that you suggested. I don't know if I can trust myself yet, you had told her, and she had adamantly agreed when you asked if she wanted to move in with you.

It was easy--existing with each other. It made it harder for you to slip into episodes in the coming months, and it helped Jenna sleep at night, knowing that she could reach over at any moment and feel your pulse beneath her fingertips.

You were put on medication two weeks later.

Jenna would keep your pills in the drawer of her nightstand and give one to you each night, and then, to be cautious, count them after you had gone to bed, just to make sure. When she always found the number she was supposed to, she would let herself relax and fall into bed with you.

You started weekly appointments with a therapist.

At first, you were a little nervous, if not a bit uncooperative. Then, you realized it actually did help, and you were making progress, and the world was becoming a little bit lighter.

A month passed. Then, six. Then, a full year.

You were getting better. You weren't there yet, not fully, but Jenna could see that things were brightening for you. She would see your eyes light up again, and your smile wouldn't hesitate as it broke across your face, and you would talk to her--really talk.

And, on nights when it was harder, when things would feel heavier on your shoulders and Jenna couldn't handle them alone, she would do the one thing she knew worked every time.

She'd call your mom. 

[kithtaehyung]

mami (m) (teaser) | myg/knj

— “then hurry up, mami. gimme one more for luck.”    

title: mami (teaser) pairing: battle rappers!myg/knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au  summary: turns out, two of the guys you’ve been hooking up with are battle rappers. and roommates. and the most competitive gd people you’ve ever met.  warnings for fic: [redacted] lmfaooooo🥴🥴🥴  warnings for teaser: cursing, yoongi’s fit, dirty talk, namjoon deserves his own gd warning throughout this whole fic so it’s included in the teaser warnings, too :^))  note: fuuuuuuck me lol. this is also gonna have some heavy 00s vibes so let’s fcking go🦋 est. drop date: jul-aug 2023 est. word count: 15-20k taglist: join here (will be checking blogs!) —18+ teaser below if you want to read :)) drops you right in the middle! minors dni.  

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Weeks go by and you keep your options super open, with the occasional run-in with Yoongi and the strangely refreshing dates with Namjoon. 

As much as you want things to move forward with the latter, he’s kept every meet-up early and short, always checking his phone with pure concentration before heading out. 

Did you think about whether or not he had a girl already? Absolutely. But just being able to have nice dinners and talk was pretty fucking harmless considering. 

If he finally decides to cave in and split you in two, maybe you’ll re-evaluate. But you hope that happens sooner rather than later because you are aching to feel anything he’d give you. 

That and the frustrating fact that he looks more and more attractive with every damn date.

Speaking of attractive things… 

One dingy, smoke-filled event on south side, just as you were cussing someone out for slapping your ass, it was Yoongi that shocked you by stepping in, quietly shielding you and taunting,

“You wanna try that again?”

“Fuck outta here, man. Just having a good time.”

When your surprise of a savior aims one slitted eye over his shoulder, he asks,

“You having fun?”

And your arms fold in calm revenge. “Not with him.”

“Didn’t think so.” Turning back around, Yoongi simply eases, “I’ll let you off this time, but only cus she’s listening.”

Your blink is immediate.

“But I better not see your sorry ass anywhere near her by the time I get on stage.”

Safe to say, it didn’t matter if he saw that guy or not. 

Because he definitely saw you after the show, right before you tugged his stupid tracksuit into the nearest bathroom.

Ever since the first, all your dates with Namjoon have been innocent.

So it sends shivers across your arms when low words slip into your ear. Words so spiced that they cause your thighs to squirm on the cheap vinyl booth you both occupy, 

“I gotta say… I didn’t expect us to talk this much.” 

Breath hitching, you slowly turn, fixated on the veins running down his arms while admiring the way neon lights make rainbows of his chains. Not giving much of your own thoughts away, you simply ask, 

“This time? Or at all?”

“Honestly?” His smile coats you in a layer of warmth. Which is strange considering how frozen you really feel. “I don’t usually do dates.” 

What?

You’ve never moved away so quick. “Wait, really?”

“Oh, shit. Was that bad to say?” 

“No, I”—pure relief juts out of your mouth—“Neither do I.” 

“No fuckin’ way,” Namjoon challenges with a grin, shaking his head when you nod multiple times. “Nah. You can’t tell me your fine ass has never gone out before.” 

“First of all,” you tut, smirking at his true nature coming through, “This ass has been taken out more times than yours.” 

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” Flipping your head, you give him a mocking once-over, feigning boredom even though you wanna mount those goddamn thighs and ride them into next Wednesday. “I just don’t waste my time dating.” 

“Then why’d you keep coming?”

“Why’d you keep asking?”

At your coy tone, Namjoon’s smile grows and grows, and you’re enjoying where this is going an obscene, frightening amount. 

Instead of responding, he simply lifts an arm to skirt knuckles right up the front of your dress, finally looping one under the necklace dangling from your neck. When he presses a bold thumb down, you cease breathing as he softly tugs forward, your entire body following without resistance. 

And just as your lips hover against his, he challenges, 

“Cus if I asked you anything else, you would’ve ran.”

Oh, fuck. 

Butterflies scatter at his insinuation, and they fall victim to his honeyed smirk when you taunt, 

“Try me.” 

What the hell is he gonna say? Based on your earlier conversations, you could tell he has a way with words. You don’t have to spell a single thing out for him, that’s for damn sure. 

The look you get is pure sin before he moves to your ear, his mouth hidden from the rest of the bar and hot breath stroking your neck. Anticipation keeps your body fully alert, and yet it still doesn’t prepare you for whatever comes out of this dude’s mouth. 

“Like if you’d ever let me paint those tits.” 

The fuck.

“Or if you’d let me be the first to make you squirt.” 

The fuck?

Your exhale comes out stilted before stuttering out, and your chest physically heaves because—

“What, that’s all it takes to make you shy?” 

Holy shit. You haven’t felt this way in years. 

Truthfully, you can’t even think up an inkling of a response. 

Because the hand on your necklace slides downward, a finger lowering your dress bit. By bit. By bit.

Before letting it spring back with a snap.

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[dolliied]

all 4 u // e42! miles morales

↳ in which miles would do anything for you, even if it meant getting into harms way for you <3

↳ fem! black! reader x 42! miles morales

↳ cw; fluff, a little angst (maybe), comfort, miles isn’t his usual stoic self here (at least around you)

the frantic tapping at your window dragged you out your trance. you turned from your desk that was littered in homework to it, revealing a dark silhouette, one that seemed oddly familiar. miles.

you quickly hurried off to the window, opening it with a click, letting miles stumble in. “miles?” you spoke, worry dripping in your tone. he only let out a pained groaned as he basically fell onto your queen sized bed. “what happened?” you pressed, but he didn’t speak, resorting to show where his side was bruised.

“you know that guy from earlier?” he spoke, his voice strangled and breathless.

you and miles walked through the crowded mall, just browsing and laughing as you guys sipped on your drinks, cracking jokes with eachother.

“no, and the she has the nerve to post that corny shit on her story like girl if you don’t get outta here!“ you finished, you and miles starting up again in your fits of laughter.

“hol’ on baby ima go use the bathroom real quick” he said, pressing a quick peck to your cheek as he sauntered off. you stood in front of the beauty supply, just looking at the stuff that we’re trying to lure you in from the entrance of the store.

all of a sudden, some random guy came up to you. he looked.. interesting to say the least. he looked around you and miles age.

“hey ma. i feel like i’ve seen you from somewhere.” at this point, you could tell he was trying to use some weird, desperate way to coax you into giving him your socials as you’ve surely never seen this man a day in your life, but you wouldn’t budge.

“well, i can assure you, i’ve never seen you a day in my life” you spoke, eyeing him up and down subtly. you turned away but were caught real off guard when he grabbed you by the arm to turn you back to face him.

“nah really i-“ he spoke before you cut him off.

“yo i already said i don’t know you so don’t you ever put your hands on me” you yelled. you saw miles coming out of the bathroom already so you shoulder bumped past the guy to go stand next to him.

“you good mama?” he asked, looking at you before looking at the guy

“he’s over here tryna get my number and shii and i told him no and shit and he touched me like what the fuck” you mumbled to him, frustrated at the situation.

he just mugged the guy. “if she said she ain’t wanna give you her number why you pressing her bruh. whatever it ain’t even worth it man, let’s go baby” he said, turning you guys around to keep walking.

“whatever yo bitch ain’t even fine anyways!” the guy yelled at y’all’s backs. it really seemed to get under miles skin but he didn’t do anything after that.

“the one from the mall? yea, why?” you asked, sitting next to him on the bed.

“i saw him again on the street in my way here and he was talking mad shit to his friend about you, so i got mad and started swinging but his weak ass homeboy jumped in and started hitting me and shit. i got em both off me but the guy landed hard ass hits.” he muttered. you sighed at him.

“you shouldn’t have baby” you pouted. “i don’t care about what he gotta say. he a bum ass nigga and you not so why you focused on him.”

you walked out to you kitchen, making an ice pack for him, you walked back to your room to see him looking at a book you had just started reading a few days ago.

“here, out this on your side” you said, handing him the ice pack and helping him lift his shirt.

“damn mama if you wanted to get freaky just say that” he said, smirking.

“miles.”

“sorry.”

my first lil fic 😝

[kastelixa]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ You do it to yourself

Title from Just by Radiohead

summary: Giving Leon a shower blowjob right after the events of the gaming situation.

¡This is a continuation of this!

you don’t have to read it but this will make no sense otherwise LOL

cw: Reader has male body parts and is referred to as he/him, smut but no penetration, praise/degradation, Leon is a little condescending, porn and very little plot lol, blowjobs, shower sex?, weird set up, set friendship/relationship.

wc: 3,377

note: Leon and Reader have a rather odd relationship sooo,,, LOL don’t take it too seriously. There’s more of a focus on actions than dialogue, but that’s just because I get lost in the scene. No one asked for this except for that one person on ao3 so this is for you random person that I now love :33

You almost slip on your way to the bathroom, heart lurching out of your chest in the process. Leon laughed, of course he did. “Careful there, sweetheart.” he smirks, all arrogance and teasing. Christ, never fails to get a pout out of you.

“Shut up, asshole.” You grumble in return, though it’s lighthearted. Kinda. You’re all bark and no bite. Someone steps on your tail and the only response you’ll give is a bitchy whine. Leon likes that, a lot. Maybe too much.

He keeps a hand on your arm the whole way, to which you try to ignore. Really, you’re preening under all this attention; you can’t help but stare at Leon. His bulging muscles that flex at the slightest movement, his chest that you just wanna motorboat, those fucking thighs that could crush your head like a watermelon.

He has you wrapped around his finger. As do you to him. Inseparable. Finally reaching the bathroom door, you slap Leon’s hand away when he tries to open it. Cause you’ve gotta do it. No reason to it. Just friendly competition. Of what? Who the fuck knows.

Ignoring his glare, you smirk to yourself cheekily. The smell of jasmine and eucalyptus bombards your nostrils, making you let out a soft hum of delight. Gotta love those Glade air fresheners.

The both of you are practically dying to get into the shower. Dried cum sticking to your inner thighs making your pants feel stuffy and moist is gross and uncomfortable. Gives off a musty scent that makes your nose scrunch up. You’re practically fucking waddling like a penguin, sensory issues all around.

You want to get in first, but being the nice person you are, you gesture to the shower lazily and nod towards it. “Hurry up,” you huff in mock irritation. Leon only raises a brow, already in the process of undressing.

“What?” he mumbles as his arms stretch to pull off his shirt, lovely pecs and chiseled abs making your pupils dilate. “We’re showering together. I thought that was clear?” he says that last part mockingly. Makes you wanna bite him.

“Fuck off. There’s no way we’re gonna fit in my tiny ass shower.” You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly. Leon rolls his eyes. Typical. You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you? Should shut you up with a cock shoved deep in your throat. Would be a fucking wonder to his ears.

“We’re showering together wether you like it or not. Suck it up,” he frowns. The bastard has the balls to put his hands on you, forcibly yanking your clothing off your body and ignoring your squawks of protest. You have to hold onto his shoulders when he gets to your pants, considering how you almost end up flailing over.

“Besides, it saves water *and* time.” He grinned, as if he cared about *your* damn water bills. It’s not like he’s the one paying them anyways, right? Finally regaining some sort of control, you swat his hands away, wanting to do the rest of the undressing by yourself.

“Fine fine, whatever. Just don’t blame me when you slip and bust your ass.” You grumble, stepping out of your pants which were bunched up at your knees due to Leon’s poor and rather reckless attempts to get them off. Reaching up, your hands pause at the elastic of your boxers, butterflies pooling in your tummy.

Leon notices this and openly stares in amusement, “What? Getting cold feet?” he taunts, making you shoot him a dirty look. “Shut up, just feels weird.” You retort somewhat meekly, unable to maintain eye contact for long.

“Weird?” He parrots, confusion painting his face. “What’s so weird? We just finished humping each other and busting our loads in our pants.” he states crudely, no shards of shame in this man. Absolutely none. He just loves to fluster you, knows it gets to you real good. Fucking funny.

“Jesus, don’t be such a freak,” you scowl. Makes you look cute, that little mad expression on your face. Makes Leon wanna pinch your cheeks and be mean to you some more. It’s like pushing a puppy around. “What? Scared of the truth?” he scoffed. “Just whip it out already.”

“Fuck’s sake, alright alright!” You finally relent, though with some last slivers of hesitation. You decide to bite the bullet, yanking your boxers off in one sloppy motion and kicking out of them. So now you’re just standing there like an idiot, cock and balls out and about.

And Leon’s just fucking staring like the perv he is. He’s doing it on purpose, a smirk on his face and his hands on his hips as if he were examining some enigmatic museum painting. It makes your hands shoot down to cover up, an action that has Leon almost burst out laughing. “Ah, get a hold of yourself. My junk and your junk aren’t so different.” he teases, before fucking finally walking towards the shower to turn it on.

Now you’re the one staring. Of course you are. His ass looks nice, got some pretty cocoa colored birth marks on it. Your hands itch to reach out and just start groping and squeezing to your hearts content. Also, he’s a fucking liar. His dick is way bigger than yours; thicker too. It’s got a mushroom head, uncut, and god does it look tasty.

He’s also hard.

You can tell due to the way his cock stands at attention proudly, twitching against his lower tummy, precum beading at the rosy tip. Would you be able to take that up your ass? Probably not. Doesn’t stop you from craving it though.

Now you’re hard too. And you hate it. Because you know Leon’s gonna say some stupid shit and taunt you. So while he tries to tame the water temperature to be something handleable, you desperately try to tame your cock down.

How? You don’t even know. Maybe thinking of something that would turn you off? Like your mom or… fuck, that just made shit weird. Groaning internally, you try to think of something else, but everything fails. Because Leon’s stupid face keeps popping into your mind unwarranted.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” Leon’s voice suddenly drawled out, the smugness in his tone palpable. God, fucking damn. You’re mortified, almost near flinched. Somehow, getting caught with a hard on makes your cock twitch with need, precum starting to pool at your own tip.

“Fuck off, it’s just… it just happened.” You try to save yourself, but there’s no doubt at what’s happening here. You’re both turned on by each other, and the tension is as fucking weird as it is sexy. Before Leon can say anything, you step forward, pulling the rest of the shower curtain aside so you could fit in, “Just get in already.”

Leon chuckles lightly, “mhm,” he hums with that cheeky smirk still on his face. He joins you in the shower, and immediately you two are pressed up against one another. You weren’t lying when you said the space was small. Leon doesn’t seem to mind. No siree. Not one bit. In fact, this is the best day of his life.

Staring down at you, he practically towers over you, casting an ominous shadow over your frame. Your brows twitch, curving into a frown. “Hurry up before it gets cold.” you huff, lips pouty and head dipping shyly. It’s a natural submission, one that you don’t even notice. He thrives off of that.

Without another word, he took a white rag and a bar of soap from the shower caddy, lathering up the cloth until it gained suds and a eucalyptus scent. Made your nose twitch and the tension ease out of your body. You’re a sucker for some good scents.

Somehow, this feels strangely intimate. Leon feels it too. It’s enough to get the both of you to cut the teasing and taunting bullshit for now. Your eyes flutter shut, humming delightedly as the warm spray of water cascaded down your back, dowsing the both of you in a cozy glow.

A shudder goes down your spine when Leon starts to run the soapy rag down your body, rubbing it along your arms, neck, back and so forth. Every part of you. “Feel good?” he murmured, his usual cocky expression gone in favor of a much softer one. It felt odd, considering how you two were just friends, but were doing something lovers usually did. Lovers. That word felt foreign to you. Scary, even.

“Mhm,” you hum quietly in response, leaning into the soothing touches. Leon smiles. He scrubs you good, making you feel squeaky clean. Makes sure to get that clumped up mess of cum between your thighs too, subtly smirking when you stiffened slightly.

Placing the cloth down and the bar of soap back into their places, he retrieved the shampoo that laid in the caddy. Gaining some of that viscous liquid in the palm of his hand, he brushed it through your hair, lathering it up until it felt foamy and puffy. Only then did he wash it out. Honestly, the whole process felt like a blur to you. It just felt too good, to be cared for like this.

Almost fell asleep. Once he was done pampering you with delicate touches and massages, your eyes fluttered open. Reciprocation was craved. “You don’t have to,” he mumbled, “I want to.” you said. And you did. Using the same soapy rag, you took care of him. Your fingers occasionally traced over scars and patches of bruised skin, lovingly grazing dotted marks like constellations. You’re enraptured.

You shampoo his hair too, running your fingers through those blonde locks that feel silky and smooth to the touch. Leon shuts his eyes, his shoulders drooping into a state of relaxation. He feels the same. God, he’s usually such a worrywart. It feels nice to let go like this. To be touched and appreciated. Worshipped.

He sighed, letting the stream of warm water wash away remaining suds and scented foam. He doesn’t want to leave. Not yet. Hunching over a little, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, shifting modestly to be able to properly face you in such a cramped space.

His lips ghosted your skin, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. It’s suffocating in the best way possible. You wrap your arms around him too, holding him as if he were your lifeline. “You smell good,” he mumbled, kisses becoming more frequent along the sensitive row of flesh that belonged to your throat.

You don’t have anything snarky to say. The thought is there, but you don’t want to. Not worth it. Not at all. “Uh huh,” you let out a shaky breath, rewarding him with a mewl when those kisses turn into gentle suckles. Your cock twitches against your lower abdomen, and his presses against it. Slowly, he starts to rut into you.

Cocks rubbing together, he continues to lather you in affection, hands gliding up and down your back, occasionally squeezing your ass or rubbing your shoulders. You moan softly, nestling closer. Any longer in this shower and you’ll start to prune, but damn does this feel good.

Unable to properly peer up at him due to the continuous fall of water, you settle in for nuzzling your face into the column of his neck, tentatively sharing lovely kisses of your own. He parts from your throat, cupping your cheek in his hand to pull your head up. You don’t get a chance to speak before he mashed his lips against yours, tongue slipping in to dance.

You whine into the kiss when you felt his freehand snake down to grasp onto your dick, starting to slowly pump it up and down. “Leon,” you whimpered against his lips, hips involuntarily bucking forward. God, your water bill is going to kill you.

“Shh,” Leon cooed, reluctantly parting from the lip locking, “Just enjoy it.” his thumb occasionally found purchase on your rosy tip, rubbing vertical lines onto the tiny slit to coax out precious drops of precum. Fuck, that felt good. Made you louder, Leon noted.

He does too much for you, you think. You wanna touch him too. Wanna taste him. “Leon,” you mew softly, eyes big and pleading once you manage to gaze up at him through the relentless spray of water. Drops of it clump up your eyelashes, but you don’t care. “Can I suck you off? Please?” you beg prettily, and Leon just can’t bring himself to say no to you.

“Fuck, yeah, you wanna?” he groans, cock twitching excitedly at the thought. “Uh huh, yeah, I wanna,” you whine. Shit, how can you go from stubborn boy to whiny bitch in mere seconds? Hell if he knows. You don’t wait for a response, instantly getting on your knees. The hard floor makes your bones hurt, flesh turning rosy, but that’s okay. Yes, that’s perfect.

His cock aligns with your face, and you just have to kiss it; so you do. Your pillowy lips plant against the heated tip, hot tongue darting out to kitten lick away the milky precum. You don’t mean to tease, you’re just completely lost in the sensation. It’s new to you, sucking a dude’s cock. Leon can tell. So he doesn’t rush you, but damn. He needs more than just cute licks.

“Fuck yeah, keep going,” he encourages, hips tilting forward in a silent plea for more. You comply, mouth parting to take the head in first. You start sucking on that, like a baby with a pacifier. You look stupid. He loves that. His hand cups the back of your head, practically fucking begging you to just take his fat cock into your mouth already.

Finally, you do. It’s not quick, but you slowly slide the rest of his meat into your mouth. Gagging instantly due to his size, he grunts when your throat squeezes around him. Whining, you try to get used to the feeling. It’s not everyday you get a cock in your mouth. Especially one that belongs to your best friend.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, you start to bob your head up and down, feeling the veins and ridges of his shaft tickle your insides. It’s weird, an almost alien feeling. But fuck, it’s amazing. Addicting. Your cock agrees, considering how it continues to twitch and throb pathetically.

Cute, Leon thinks. Getting a sloppy blowjob from his best friend while in the shower was not something he expected. His skin is already starting to prune. He focuses on the pleasure he’s feeling, biting his bottom lip to keep a particular moan from spilling. You’re progressively getting better, learning from the noises he makes and the slight twitch his thighs give when you do something that he likes.

Your tongue swirls around him, lips suctioning and swelling. You’re drooling all over him, making a hot, sloppy mess on his dick. Not to mention how embarrassingly loud you’re being, slurping as if you were starving. Maybe you were. “Mmngg,” you whimper and grunt around him, voice sending vibrations throughout his entire being that made his toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Fuck, fuck, so good,” he hissed through his teeth, unable to keep himself from abruptly thrusting into your mouth. He shoots you an apologetic glance when you gag and his tip hits the back of your throat, but god, he can’t help himself. Can’t wait anymore.

So he gives in, starting to gently thrust into your mouth. He can feel that coil tightening up, the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching, and fast. You take as much as you can, even as you gag and choke. Somehow, that makes it so much better. Makes you start to move your hips too, only you’re humping air instead of someone’s face.

Poor thing. So needy. Fucking the air like a goddamn dog in heat. Makes Leon pity you. His thrusts become heavier, balls starting to slap against your chin. “Shit. Fuck. Gonna cum soon,” he panted softly, “Love your mouth, gonna cum all over it. Y’gonna swallow?” he huffed out his breaths, keeping one hand on the back of your head. The other one was splayed against the slippery shower wall to ground himself.

You do your best to respond, letting out a pathetic ‘mhm!’ in between muffled mewls and whimpers. You can feel yourself about to cum from just this. From just Leon fucking your face. “Good boy,” Leon hummed, satisfaction playing across his features. Snapping his hips forward, he ignores your wet gagging and pleading whines for mercy.

“Fuck, i’m cumming. Swallow it all,” He demands. Not like he needs to. He knows you’d do it regardless. You do as told, eagerly swallowing as much cum as you can as soon as he starts to shoot his load in between grunts and moans. Even as your cheeks start to puff up due to holding so much in your mouth and some spills out. You’re trying your best, and that’s all that matters, right? Right.

It’s all so much. So much that you can’t take anymore. With a loud whimper, you bust your own load, heavy cum spewing from your twitching cock in thick ropes. One, two, and then three. It all immediately gets washed away by the water spewing from the shower head. How the water hasn’t gone cold yet is beyond you.

Finally, Leon’s cock starts to soften in your mouth and he slips out with a wet pop noise. His chest heaved with every breath he took, muscles starting to relax. “Atta boy,” he murmured soothingly, looking down at your dazed and flushed expression with a smile on his face. Pulling you up carefully by the arm, he held you against his chest, rubbing comforting circles against your back with his palm.

Your knees hurt like hell, but you’re too content to think about it. Leon notices and winces, crooning sympathetically, “shit, sorry.” he mumbled sheepishly, attempting to stabilize your wobbling form. You chuckle tiredly, “it’s okay,” yeah, more than okay. “Kiss me please?” you plead, glancing up at him with a small pout. God, since when did you start asking for this willingly?

Leon hesitated, a bit taken aback by your request. It’s sweet, seeing how needy you are. Some part of him feels guilty, but the warmth that seeps into him from your pleading tone is enough to make him relent. “Alright,” he mumbled, taking claim of your lips once more. It’s sweeter than the first time. Saliva and tongue exchanged. It’s like your melting in his mouth, being all syrupy and cute like this.

He sucks on your lips, and then your tongue, making you whine. Another minute and he finally parts. His heart flutters in his chest and it feels strange. Like butterflies are swarming his belly. Can’t tell if he likes it or not. He doesn’t want to break the spell you both seem to be in, but he does eventually.

Lightly chuckling, he ignores your eyes, “We should step out now. We’re getting all pruny.” it’s a lame and rather awkward attempt, but it seems to work considering the halfhearted glare you shot his way. Much better. Hesitantly, you reach past him to turn the shower handles, cutting the heavy stream of water off. Ugh, bad idea. The cold air made you shudder, goosebumps forming along your skin.

“Alright alright, c’mon,” you huff, stepping out of the shower on slightly wobbly legs. Leon follows, much more steadier than you. Back to your regularly scheduled program of teasing and playful jabs, you suppose. You grab a towel for yourself from underneath the sink cabinet, and another one for Leon. Only you throw it at him lazily.

He manages to catch it before it hit the ground, “rude,” he huffed in feigned indignation. You only roll your eyes, “Oh, shut up.”

Doesn’t hide the smile that played at your lips. But it’s a good try. Drying your hair off with the rough towel, you’re both quiet, with only the sound of fabric rubbing on skin present. You’re both lost in thought. Processing things.

“You’re paying my water bill.”

“Absolutely not.”

[jiveyuncle]

"Fuck." Pidge hisses. "The ship's got an encryption software on it. Downloading any information off of it is going to scramble the information. It'll take days to decode."

"We can't wait days to go after him." Keith growls.

"I don't even know if we can wait for it to download." Hunk warns. The fire burns higher, inching its way up the body of the craft. "Pidge you gotta hurry."

"It's downloading! It won't go any faster!"

Keith slams the exit controls on his lion, and closes his helmet's face shield to switch over to using the suit's oxygen.

As the ramp extends out, Lance radios in. "Keith, what are you doing?" His tone is laced with nervous warning.

Keith pulls himself into the burning ship. "We don't need to download or decode if someone can just read the damn data, right?"

"While true, hypotheticals don't really help with our current situation." Pidge says with a bit of anxious exasperation. "I can't read Galran."

Keith finds Pidge in the cockpit, looking up at a small data screen. "I can."

"Keith, no." Lance breathes.

They don't have time for secrets and the hesitation that comes with keeping them. Fuck his history. Allura can strike him down so long as they get Shiro back.

Surprise! I drew/added one more artwork today! Here’s the last batch art from the fic.

Okay. So. The things I feel that the Humans-are-descended-from-Alteans plot would answer in canon:

+why Alteans look so Human,

+why a lion was hidden on Earth specifically,

+why Altea and Earth both have identifiable *lions* as fauna (headcanoning that lions were Altean pets/house guardians and that some were brought with them while fleeing),

+why Keith could sense the lion of Voltron in the desert,

+why all the locations around the lions glowed when they got near,

+why a crew of all humans were the chosen operators of Altean-made weaponry,

+why Lance got the Altean marks at the end of the show,

etc.

ALSO

Copy/pasting this rant I had about why I love it even more for this reincarnation AU:

Keith's current mom can absolutely still fit the canon version. It would make double sense that she didn't want the Galra to find the lion on Earth and why she left if the planet is crawling with [what she suspects is] the Galra's # 1 enemy (of which she's in love with) - to protect them. And with Keith being the child of a Galran and an Altean, it would make the storytelling symbolic side of my brain happy for him to be the reason they find the lions - the literal embodiment of unifying the two biggest enemies being the one to sense/wake the thing meant to bring peace? The person they thought started the whole Galra vs Altean divide being the evidence that they can in fact get along, and then living it himself? Uhg. Love. I wanted to write hints of it in the fic and even reveal it (I had several ideas of how and where), but it felt like too much to cram in. So, I'll probably just continue it with comic stips and doodles later.

Fic: Sure and Indelible on AO3:

[mellowwillowy]

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲... 𝐒𝐞𝐭, 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!

Warnings: doxxing, cyberbullying, blackmail, curses

Synopsis: Nasty comments are nothing but daily beverages for your girlfriend, but when it's directed at you? She is not happy about it at all.

She is the model with the body that everyone adores, smooth dark skin that looks so beautiful when enveloped with golden fabric, a pair of blue eyes that never leave your figure, and the long wavy dark brown shade hair that you enjoy combing through with your fingers.

She is the embodiment of the word "Mommy".

Her naturally tall figure + high heels? Mmh.

She is the renowned model, Chloe, your girlfriend.

She also happens to be the one who will be your guard dog, keeping you safe from everything, everyone. She is by means no idol who is swarmed by countless low-life fans who will stab you or her out of jealousy, but she knows just how nasty people can get with their nasty comments.

"Fucking dimwits, they don't even have a sliver of your charm in them but they dare to write these disgusting shits shamelessly? Are they writing a resume of themselves?" Chloe spat as she submitted yet another screenshot of the nasty comments you received from her followers to her lawyer.

"I mean... they aren't wrong... I am nothing if compared to you Chloe..." you frowned to yourself as you sorted out all the photos you took of her, "I am no professional and yet you somehow look so breathtaking in all my amateur shoots, are you perhaps Cleopatra?"

Chloe breathed out a chuckle, or at least she tried. She didn't want to let you see how clenched her jaw was, how her fist clenched and unclenched with the manicured fingernails digging into her palm, fucking shitheads, what should she do to keep these mutts in line?

... aha.

Chloe hurried to your side and pecked your forehead, "Gotta go first babe, work is calling me." You nodded at her words and hugged her, taking in her spicy cologne before pulling away. Her tall figure left in a swift movement and left you alone in the wide living room. Guess she'll only be back for dinner, you shrugged.

--

You remembered this person's username. They had been nothing but a nasty hater toward you, leaving nasty remarks here and there in all your socials.

Who leaked their whole ass information? Was this not a crime?

"I'd say they deserve it, what comes around goes around," Chloe shrugged her shoulders and moved to sit next to you after peeking the content of your phone through your shoulders, "besides, these people just have to learn it the hard way else they'd never understand."

You read further into the whole drama, reading more and more nasty comments shot toward this person, just how long would they keep their socials online until they finally deactivated it?

"Poor them..."

Chloe snorted, "Poor shithead, should have made them have it worse."

You looked up to her, "Huh?"

Chloe looked up to you and cocked her head, "Hm?" A smile plastered on her face, maroon lip curled up.

Chloe has always been the woman you looked up to, hell you even wish you could be at least half of her. But the same can't be said about her, she loves you just the way you are.

"One moment, the ITs are calling me again," you wondered to yourself, since when did Chloe have to work with the ITs?

[lacedinweb22]

Once Bitten, Twice Shy °❆˚₊⋆

Miguel O'Hara x reader Vampire Next Door ♱✮♱ Ch. 10 prev part here (New Year's/Christmas chapter inspired by lyrics from "Last Christmas" by Wham!)

nsfw 18+ (near end)

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Christmas creeped up on you this year. Between the weeks at your internship and avoiding Miguel, things have been all over the place, just when you thought things were starting to line up. 

So you were alone on Christmas and you’re alone on New Years Eve, both for the first time. You’ve got your headphones on, blasting, nostalgic Christmas music. 

Standing in the kitchen, you roll out cookie dough, finding yourself thinking about Miguel. Everything. From his annotations on your essays, to the blood on his bathroom floor. 

Once bitten, twice shy. 

Why can’t he confide in you? But blood isn't a simple secret, it’s bigger than you, you know that. 

Yesterday, you saw him coming up the stairs, one foot in the hallway, your own in your doorway. You look back, catch a glimpse of him down the hall; his hair is wet and messy from the snow, his cheeks pink from the cold. 

You hurry into your place before he sees you. He’s only left with the slam of your door. 

I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye. 

“I thought you liked me, now you won’t even talk to me.” 

Last week, he cornered you in the hallway. Your keys were deep in your bag.

“I’m busy, Mig. Been so busy.” Your cheeks feel hot, consequence of your lying. 

Your back is now against your door. He’s so close to you, looking down at you, head tilted. He looks beautiful… and threatening. But you’re stubborn and you don’t trust anyone anymore, especially not your blood-thirsty neighbor. 

“I mean I thought we were getting somewhere, Y/N.”

You did too.

“I did too. I just- I gotta go, Miguel. I’ll… talk to you later.” 

****

You sit on your fire escape, legs hanging down, headphones on your neck, still playing music. You watch the snow fall down, snowflakes swaying before gracefully adorning your coat. You lift your arm to look at the tiny, beautifully delicate shapes melting on you. 

You listen to the cars, the rumbling sky, the party music above you, the muffled voices. You’re okay being alone– 

“Hey,” 

“Jesus! What the fuck! Who— God, you scared me, asshole!” you throw a handful of snow that’s collected on your thighs at him. It pathetically hits his knees. 

It’s him, standing on his side of the fire escape in front of his window. He looks down at you, sympathetically. 

“What do you want? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

He straightens his face out. He looks straight forward, eyebrows furrowed, hands in his pockets. He looks stiff, cold like he was the first day.

“Figured you’d be home for Christmas.” 

“I am home.” You turn away, looking down at the alley below. 

“Home, home.”

“My mom was out of town. No point making the trip.” 

“Hm,” he drops down, legs hanging off the metal floor. He’s feet away, but it’s intimate; you’re both looking down at the alley, at the the busy street, city lights glowing on your faces, snow falling on the two of you. 

You turn to look at him. He’s not soft like he was a few weeks back, when you somehow unwrapped his outer layer. His mind is busy, somewhere else. You stop being angry with him for a second, you empathize. Maybe he has a job to do, and maybe you’re just not meant to know that part of him. Just let yourself enjoy what parts of himself he does want to share with you. 

“I got you something, Y/N,” he mutters, still looking straight forward. “Was gonna save it for when you weren’t so mad at me, but… Christmas was days ago.”

He pulls a box out of his right pocket. He reaches out, places it gently in your hand. It’s small, wrapped beautifully in blueprint scraps. The small tag reads, “For Y/N.” His handwriting is just like the annotations on your papers years ago. You smile down at it. 

“Why would you do this? I am still mad at you. And I didn’t get you anything.”

“I know. Jesus, just open it.”

It’s ear plugs. You laugh, then roll your eyes. 

You nudge him with your elbow. 

“Asshole. Is this you asking me to turn a blind eye?”

“Blind ear, actually.”

You glance up, unamused, which Miguel finds amusing. 

“But yes, exactly that.”

He nudges you, “Look under it.”

You lift the tab beneath the ear plugs. 

It’s a necklace. The charm is your initial in Old English font. 

“Let me help,” he suggests. You nod, still stunned from the gesture. He lifts his weight on his biceps, and sits closer to you. Music is still bleeding from the headphones around your neck. You place them beside you.

Tell me, baby, do you recognize me?

You look up at him. The crimson in his eyes highlighted by the city lights. You never know with him, you’re always searching for stable footing, for an understanding of why he acts the way he does, but despite all that, you feel like you know him. 

Well, it’s been a year, it doesn’t surprise me. 

Does he know you? The old you he shared a class with isn’t the person you are now.

And after all these years, will this new version of yourself be willing to let him know you, even if it means you’ll end up betrayed and hurt again?

Now I know what a fool I’ve been

You want to stay mad,

but he’s looking down at you like that, and you’re okay with getting hurt if it’s by him. He looks down at the box in your hands, and gently pulls the necklace out. 

He holds eye contact with you, as he puts his hands around your neck and clasps it under your hair, his eyes still on yours. 

You look down at the initial resting on your skin. 

You look back up.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Miguel.”

He keeps one hand at your neck, his thumb softly stroking your jaw. 

But if you kiss me now, I know you’ll fool me again

He kisses you, his warm lips clinging to yours, warmth you appreciate as the snow shrouds you two. 

****

You’re sat on his couch. It’s 11 pm, one hour closer to the the new year.

He opens his window, looks outside at the snow, then turns back at you over his shoulder. A smile tugs at his lips.

You look down at the drink he’s made you. It’s sweet, like you asked. 

He hovers on the window frame, biceps flexed as his weight rests on them.

He turns around finally, facing you, his back against the window.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?”

He answers by slowly walking to the spot beside you. He sinks into it. 

He slides his fingers in between yours. Slowly, his warm, muscular hand eases into yours. It feels good. 

“You’re so confusing,” you sigh, throwing your head back, the alcohol taking over. “Sometimes, I swear I know you, then you do these, I don’t know, things and you completely throw me off and I don’t actually know who you are, or what you want, and there was a point where I thought I did.”

“Things,” he whispers to himself.

“The blood, Mig, my nightmares, your eyes– you’re different. I just want some answers–”

“And I’m sorry… I can’t…  give you all of the answers you’re looking for.”

“Why can’t you trust me?”

“Why can’t you just trust that I’m doing the right thing? That I’m doing what I have to, and trying to protect you all at the same time.”

You exhale. 

He throws his head back against the couch. He turns lazily to face you. 

You look back down at his hand in yours. 

“I’m trying to give you what I can. Could that be enough?” 

He says it lowly, squeezing your hand. Your fingers move against his, you turn your hands over so you’re on top, fingertips feeling his calloused palms. 

You feel his eyes on you, watching you feel his skin, attentively. 

He sighs. You turn, look up at him. His cheeks are pink. “The alcohol getting to you?” You whisper, leaning closer up to his lips. 

He nods, pulling his hand from out of your grasp and to the hair in your face. He brushes it back gently. 

Your face is flushed. You slowly lift your thigh across his lap, now stradling him. 

He rests his hands on your hips, heavy breathing against your neck as his hands explore the expanse between your thighs and hips. 

You find yourself moving against him slowly, craving pressure. 

He buries his face into your neck, pushing and pulling your hips gently against his. 

“We can’t keep doing this,” you break from his lips, hips unfaltering. 

“Doing what?” he speaks onto your lips, breathless, drunk from lust. 

“Avoiding each other when we’re sober, and making out when we’re drunk.” 

His lips are cold from the drink, you can taste the rum on him. You suck his bottom lip playfully, you feel him smile. 

“Last time, swear,” he smirks, before kissing you greedily.

✧❅✦

To be continued… ;)

NEXT PART here

This is my last post of 2023!!! WOwwww 2023 was so beautiful and enlightening, and I’ve learned so much about myself and my love for writing and it’s all been heavily inspired by Miguel and all of you beautiful people! You have no idea how grateful I am for all of your support and the growth I’ve been able to have on this platform omgggg <3 Thank you for being here udhffskfdkjsodsif I hope you all have a wonderful New Years full of love and good food. Take care of yourselves 

(´⌣`ʃƪ) ♥❅*°:⋆ₓₒ

[callmeoncette]

Do u take requests?

if u do can you make hobie brown x black reader where she beats the fuck out of this girl for flirting with her man. Like he clearly not interested, but she keeps insisting and then talks shit abt reader and reader goes ballistic on her ass.

thanks boo😘

Invited To The Cookout

Hobie x fem!black!reader

I remember someone mentioned they’d like to see him in a black southern cookout setting so I just mashed the two together if that’s okay with you!

Warnings: fighting, use of the n word, and a bit of suggestiveness at the end and I think that bout it

Hobie plucked away on his guitar, occasionally dodging a shirt or skirt, as he waited for you to get ready to go to one of your family’s many cookouts during the summer. He dressed casually. Black chucks, ripped up jeans with a few chains dangling, and a breezy band shirt because he learned very quickly that the southern heat in your dimension was nothing to mess with.

He smiled softly as he listened to you talk on FaceTime with your favorite cousin, who he mainly knew went by the nickname Bookie, trying to catch up on drama and coordinate your outfits. Your accent sounding thicker than normal as you two conversed.

“No cuz why my brother lie to that girl and tell her he was watching my baby? That negro ain’ watch shit but the back of his muthafuckin’ eyelids!” Your cousin said through the phone doing her hair

“He so weird for that like if you ain’ wanna go wit’ the girl just tell her…” you then smirked a bit and got closer to the camera, “I used to do that shit too tho’ I ain’t gonna’ lie.” You cackled like you’d list your mind. You then held up a large shirt and a pair of custom air force’s, “you think I should jus’ do these wit’ summ biker shorts? They go wit’ the colors Bee got on…” Bookie perked up, “oh my friend comin’?! HEY HOBIE!!” She yelled excited into the phone. He walked over to where you were and waved, the both of you laughing at her antics. She dropped her phone and the screen was black for a bit before she lifted it again to show her face along with a sweet baby girl’s, “Lala look! Its Hobie!” The baby babbling excitedly. You ‘awed’ softly at the sight before it was interrupted by your cousin pulling a confused face as she mumbled along reading something. Her face then fell as she groaned. Hobie quirked a brow while you asked her what was wrong, “Maggie bringin’ Tisha. You gon’ see yo bestie girl!” She laughed. Your face fell, “Stop playin’ wit’ me Bookie. You know I don’t like that girl.”

Hobie looked at your irritated face in confusion. You’d never mentioned the girl before but there’s clearly some history between the two of you. “Well alright…I’ll see you when you get at Granny’s girl. Khalil just got home from work so imma fix him a lil summ before we go.” Bookie said as her boyfriend walked behind her placing a kiss on the top of her head. You said your goodbye and hung up, laying your phone down a bit aggressively.

He stood behind you as silence took over. A pout on your face as you started doing your hair. His fingers drummed on his pants, “right, so who’s Tisha?” His voice is normally cool with a tinge of curiosity only you could pick up. You sighed a bit while rolling your eyes at the mention of her, “this bobble head bitch I can’t stand! Me and her been beefing since middle school.” you roughly brushed out your hair before he took the tool from your hands. He nodded, “the anarchist in me is screamin’ to tell you to fuck up the slag but I know you been wantin’ me to come to your ends and meet your fam’. ‘Ow bout we just avoid her and ‘ave a good time, yeah?” A soft kissed placed on your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose. You giggled lightly and pushed his face away, “okay! Okay fine! Now lemme hurry up an’ finish cuz we gotta pick up the drinks.” You say with a small smile.

———

You guys pulled up to your family home. The house wasn’t large and grand but the energy of it and the land made up for it. The yard and backyard was full of your relatives who waved and stared as you got out with Hobie. He looked around at everyone and let out a low whistle at the sight. He felt a familiar tingle and turn to see your cousin’s boyfriend holding their one year old, “it’s a lot right? I still be stuck everytime we come to one of these.” Khalil said with baby Jayla on his hip. Hobie hummed while he dapped the man up, “my guy!” He then squinted as he looked around, “she always said ‘er fam’ was bare big. Just didn’t think it was this big.” Khalil nodded, his locs swinging, “yeah they all hella cool tho’ ‘cept for like a few. [name] prolly explain that to you tho’ so…” the man shrugged lightly making his daughter laugh.

You walked up to the boys with Bookie laughing. She quickly held Khalil’s hand and turned to you, “c’mon girl. You know we gotta speak to Granny and Gran before anybody else.” She said to which you nodded knowing that in your family you spoke to the matriarchs first. It wasn’t really a rule, more so something you just did. You two led the way to the porch of the house where your great grandmother sat in a rocking chair with a thin blanket over her lap. She slowly turned to peer at your group and you spoke up first, “hey Gran.” She squinted with a frail smile, “hey, w-who you baby?” She asked, confused. “It’s [name], [mother’s name] daughter? I’m one of your great grandkids.” A bright smile come on her face as well as a look of realization. She nodded, “yes! I remember honey. How you been?” She asked but before you could answer her attention turned to Hobie who awkwardly stood beside you, “oh. He one my grands too?” You all laughed a bit. You shook you head and gently corrected her, “no Gran. He’s my boyfriend.” She nodded “I thought so. Too tall to be one of mine.” You giggled again and hugged her, “imma go see Granny now okay? It was good talkin’ to you.” You then led Hobie into the house while your cousin had her time with the woman.

“She’s a peach. ‘Ow old she anyways?” Hobie had thrown an arm over your shoulders and leaned down closer to you. You rolled your eyes, “you not supposed to ask a lady her age.” He pulled you closer, “yeah, but I didn’t ask the lady I asked someone else. Bit of a loophole, innit?” You sucked you teeth and pushed him with a laugh. “She’s 97.” He let out a low whistle, “97 years. That’s mad long!” He said in a bit of disbelief. You held the hand of the arm thrown over your shoulders and hummed in agreement walking to the kitchen where you knew your favorite woman was.

There she stood cutting up cheese for the macaroni while she hummed along with a song by Big Jay McNeely. Seeing her made you feel like a little girl again. How you always nagged her while she cooked and she’d answer your questions without missing a beat.

“Hey Granny.”

She looked up and broke out into a smile. She came over and hugged you tightly, “oh my sweet girl!” She pulled back and looked you up and down, “lemme get a good look atcha!” She hummed happily. Her eyes drifted to Hobie, “and who is this handsome young man?” A welcoming smile on her face. “This is Hobie Granny. My boyfriend.” He stuck out his hand, “it’s nice to meet yo-oh!” Your grandmother had yanked him into a tight hug. She pulled back up looked up at him, “oh so tall! My grandbabies pickin’ right might finally get some height in this family.” She squinted as she peered at his piercings, “all these piercings don’t that hurt sweetie?” You sigh and save Hobie pulling him back to your side, “Granny.” She waved you off, “I know. He’s still very nice on the eyes.” She smirked. She then looked back to Hobie, “now. Thought I heard an accent in there. Where you from?” “London ma’am.” He replied respectfully. She nodded, “okay, okay. Well I hope you hungry cuz I’m almost done in here.” “Smells bangin’. Can’t wait to eat it.”

Before anyone could say anything else Bookie came in, “Granny I brought your only great grand can I get the first plate?”

“Girl!”

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Hobie sat down beside you at the picnic table eating. In front of the two of you was your cousin and her crew. As he ate he kept feeling someone’s eyes on him and every time he looked up it was the same girl. She was white from what he could tell, had black hair to her shoulders with her edges done, a septum, and over lined lips with lipliner and gloss combo you usually used. She would smirk whenever their eyes met but it never went further than that.

Once everyone finished eating you turned to him wiping the corner of his mouth, “want some dessert baby?” He smiled softly, “that’d be lovely, doll.”. Bookie stood with you also going to get some while Khalil went off to change Jayla leaving the punk alone. That is until the mystery girl sat herself beside him a little too close for comfort.

“Hey.” Her tone making him scoot over a bit.

“Uh hi.” He said before pulling out his phone hoping she wouldn’t continue talking but of course luck wasn’t on his side. “I saw you wit’ [name]…” she her name with a smidge of venom that he caught, “y’all like friends or summ?” He continued scrolling on his phone but answered her, “bit more than that, mate.” She sucked her teeth in annoyance, “what wrong wit’ you? She don’t let you have friends?”

“Not with bitches holding onto that one black grandma like their life depends on it.” Oh thank goodness for Bookie.

You stood beside her with a stank face and two bowls of banana pudding. You placed one in front of him and placed yours at your seat but chose to stand and stare at the girl.

“You know you don’t talk like that in real life Tisha.”

Oh fuck.

The girl stayed at her seat beside Hobie and rolled her eyes, “whatever girl. He ain’t yo nigga. Yours busy with that baby so worry ‘bout that!”

Everyone started taking notice of the discussion. Tisha’s friends, including a distant cousin of yours, coming over.

Bookie screwed her face up and almost lept across the table till Khalil swooped in, “mention my kid again and I promise you. He ain’t gon be able to keep me from you.” She growled.

You glared at the girl, “he ain’t hers but he mine and he clearly don’t wanna talk to you. I suggest you stop sayin’ nigga by the way before actual niggas tag yo head.”

“She’s part black…”

“Shut yo dumbass up Maggie oh my god!”

“I think he can speak for himself.” Tisha said snidely.

It happened so fast but it also felt like slow motion. Even with his spidey sense Hobie didn’t see the attack coming.

After her snide remark you promptly dragged Tisha from the table and commenced to beating dat ass! Like you really whooped that hoe! Walked that girl like a dog! Honestly you should be ashamed of yourself. Shame on you [name]. Shame! Why you do that girl like that?!

When you finally got dragged off of her by Hobie who whispered in your ear trying to calm you down she was just a mess on the ground. Her wig as gone, she was missing a sandal, she had holes all in her leggings, and as much as she tried to cover it she had a knot and black eye.

Everyone whispered around shocked before one of you uncles spoke up, “aight now. Someone get the girl up off the flo’. Get her on home.” He said as her friends came to her aid. He shook his head mumbling, “shouldn’t been talkin’ shit.”

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You sat at the kitchen table hissing in pain, “ow! That hurts Hobes!” He sucked his teeth, “oi, pipe down Mayweather. It’s not that bad.” He said as he internally winced, putting bandaids on your fingers where your nails broke off too close. You pouted before looking at him as he carefully worked, “I’m sorry I did that.” The man snorted before actually full blown laugh. “What are you apologizin’ for? Did wha’ you had to do, yeah?” His tone is light and playful. He then smirked, “it was a bit hot too…” he kissed your hands as he placed the last bandage. You looked at him with low eyes, “oh yeah?” “Yeah…”

“Ouuuu y’all in Granny kitchen being nasty!”

“You have a whole baby??? Get out???”

“Okay but lemme get summ of that potato salad behind you before I go.”

“BOOKIE!”

[joonggphilia]

☼Vacation Getaway☼

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☼Pairing: sub! Lee Taeyeob (yoojung) X sub! male reader ☼Genre: smut ☼prompt: “I thought we got a room with two beds?” ☼CW: uhm sub on sub action…overstimulation implied, descriptive kissing! ☼a/n: bumping purses except the do fuck!!!! I love this man words cannot explainnnn

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“M/n! You don’t even know the room number. Room 803!” Yoojung exhaustedly called out behind you, as he was pushing the luggage cart. So much help you were. You quickly shoved the door open throwing your bags onto the floor and running onto the bed, jumping from one to the other…wait….the floor….only one bed. Your eyes widened at the space around you. You couldn’t help, but get a bit flustered as you turned to look at yoojung who was still out in the hall. “Hey tae, it’s only one bed.” You nervously chuckled as he walked past you to look at the room. His eyes widened and his cheeks got pink. “I thought we got a room with two beds? T-this is ok right…? We’ll be ok.” He slightly smiled. You could tell he didn’t mean it. Both of you always had tension, but that’s a story for another time…or is it?

You both laughed quietly, retreating back to your room after a nice night swim at the beach. It was super enjoyable spending quality time with your old friend, but you couldn’t help, but get anxious anytime he got close to you. Not to mention the way his ears flared up anytime you looked up at him. It was an undeniable tension. A tension that was ready to snap. “Well, I’m gonna get into bed. Sleep well.” You mumbled, climbing into bed as yoojung stepped into the bathroom with a nod. You tried to sleep, but you were so anxious about being in the same bed as him. The thought of his body next to yours. Temperature rising. The blanket slipping from your bodies. Fuck. Shuffling caught your attention, opening up your eyes slightly. You were met with Yoojungs dimly lit silhouette. He was beautiful. “M/n? Are you awake?” He whispered, peeking over his shoulder. You shyly nodded, perking up a bit. “I need help. I-I….m/n, I need you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He whispered, walking towards the bed. You pushed back against the headboard and rapidly nodded in agreement, words not being able to form. It was seriously happening. Yoojung crawled onto the bed, his towel coming loose, but neither of you minded as the distance between you was closed, and your lips were on each others. The kiss was sloppy, desperate, breathy, almost animalistic. Both of you whined, hands grasping for whatever was in reach. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders, while his tangled into your hair. You let him keep kissing you as the covers were removed. Both of you soon were exposed to the damp air. Yoojungs throbbing cock rubbed against your abdomen, causing him to release a high pitched moan, which was music to your ears at this point. Seeing this side of him was turning you on, causing you to whine into his mouth louder. “Please m/n. I’ve gotta be inside of you. Please. I need you. P-please.” He begged, his voice shaky and desperate. You nodded, light-headed and already fucked out from the make out alone. “M/n, I-it hurts please hurry.” Yoojung groaned, his hands prodding at his own red tip. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were bright. “Can I ride you?” You rasped out, sitting up slightly and looking him in the eyes. He nodded slowly, repositioning himself so that he sat down on the bed, resting on his elbows. He eyed you up and down, giving you permission to make a move. You immediately straddled him, wincing as you sank down onto his length. It was heavenly, his whines mixed with yours, the heat of the room, and the sensations from both ends. It was all around otherworldly. You yelped, bottoming out. It took you a moment before actually being able to move and down, but once you did so yoojung let out a hiss, his whines becoming whimpers, tears threatening to fall. Seeing him like that only made you move faster, your own tears spilling onto his stomach. He helplessly thrusted back into your hole, while reaching out for your dick, pumping you at the same pace of thrusts. Both of you were getting sloppier, louder, and even hotter as you got closer. You slammed your lips into his once more, sucking on his bottom lip to keep everything stimulated. Once, yoojung felt your tongue on his, it was game over, a shout leaving his mouth as he shoot his load up into your hole. The feeling of his seed was overwhelming, sending you over the edge just as fast. It was like everything ended just as fast as it started, as you collapsed onto yoojung. Your breaths fell in sync as you came down from the highs. It was nice…like this was meant to happen. “Can we book this room for a few more days.” You quietly whispered, before falling asleep on yoojung’s chest. You’d never sleep in separate beds ever again.

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