#i need a show i can play video games to if it's too gripping i can't focus

[emocheol]

sharing the bed with seventeen

how they sleep next to you

seungcheol

tucks you into his side and keeps you there all night

will not let you move, even if you complain that it’s too hot

his dramatic ass will say that he’ll die if he can’t sleep with you in his arms

pouts at you if you don’t go to bed at the same time as him

if you want to stay up later to watch tv he’ll stay up with you, falling asleep in your lap on the couch while you watch your show

“baby, just go to bed without me”

“i can’t get comfortable unless i’m with you”

jeonghan

a little shit

teases you whenever you want to cuddle up with him

but if you refuse to cuddle him he’ll pout until you cave

if you try sleeping away from him he’ll pull you over to him and smother you

loves to feel like he’s protecting you

always the big spoon, needs to be holding you instead of the other way around

“can i be the big spoon tonight?”

“no”

“but-!”

“absolutely not”

joshua

loves his personal space

literally cannot fall asleep if he’s touching someone, which he feels bad about

but at least he can sleep next to you!

will try to read you bedtime stories to make up for it

googles ‘best bedtime stories’ and ends up reading you goldilocks and the three bears

“why are you reading me a child’s bedtime story?”

“shhh we’re getting to the best part”

jun

blanket hog

you’ll have to sleep with an extra blanket next to your side of the bed so you can pull it on when you wake up in the cold

will claim that he’s not doing anything and you’re just imagining it

even when he hogs all the blankets he’s still searching for your touch

so, you might wake up cold but your hand is warm, engulfed in his

at this point you’ve stopped mentioning it to him so he doesn’t feel bad

plus the warmth of his hand is enough to show you he loves you

“i didn’t steal all the blankets again, did i?”

“nope”

hoshi

nuzzles his head in your neck

likes to be as close as possible

literally a baby tiger

so what if he feels safe in your arms? sue him

likes it when you talk about your day or tell him a story, your voice soothes him to sleep

“can you tell me the one about when you fell off your bike again?”

“honey, i’ve told you that story 10 times already”

“but it helps me sleep!”

wonwoo

surprisingly, is the little spoon

he’s sick of having to be so strong, loves being babied by you

gets sad when you go to sleep first, but he’s playing video games deep into the night, so who’s really to blame here?

but, will feel even worse if you stay up late just for him

“are you ready to sleep yet?”

“just one more round”

“fine, i’m going to sleep without you then”

“no, wait!”

jihoon

usually doesn't sleep until very late

is always working on producing and will even spend nights in his studio

when he comes home you're almost always sleeping already, he feels bad that he can't hold you and soothe you to sleep

but he opts for crawling into bed and holding you while you sleep

you'll subconsciously curl up into him, it always makes him smile

you constantly badger him about getting more sleep and he always promises that he will (he won't but he knows it eases your mind)

“when did you get back last night?”

“not too long after you fell asleep, don't worry”

(he came home after you'd been asleep for 5 hours)

minghao

doesn’t tell you that he does/doesn’t like cuddling

literally just doesn’t give you any information

some days you’ll wake up in his arms and then other days you’ll wake up about to be kicked off the bed

but, even if you wake up away from him when you try to get out of bed he’ll grab your arm and keep you there

“don’t leave me”

“i was just going to make breakfast”

“i said don’t leave me” :(

mingyu

smothers you

literally will not let you breathe

claims he needs to hold you to fall asleep, pouts if you don’t let him

you can try to put a barrier of pillows between you but you always wake up in a death grip

“you’re sleeping on the couch until further notice”

“i promise i won’t do it again!”

he does it again.

seokmin

cuddle bug ™

loves being close to you, absolutely obsessed with skinship

genuinely cannot sleep if he’s not holding you which is why it’s so hard for him to get sleep when he’s overseas

plays with your hair while you’re asleep

will not get out of bed without you, so he’ll just lay in bed and watch your sleep until you wake up

“have you been watching me sleep?”

“of course, i could never get bored of your beauty”

“you’re a sap”

“funny way of acknowledging that i’m madly in love with you”

seungkwan

big old teddy bear

sleeps peacefully as long as you two are smushed together in any kind of way

big spoon, little spoon, he doesn’t care if it’s with you

let’s you play with his hair, plays with your hair

he just loves you so much he’ll take whatever he can get

going to bed with you is his favorite time of the day

“kwannie? i’m tired, you ready for bed?”

“always”

vernon

very specific about how he sleeps

quite literally cannot sleep if he’s cuddling, also says it’s impractical

will link his pinky with yours or grab your hand in his sleep, though

if you wake up and get out of bed before him he’ll pout a little bit, he likes spending time in bed with you

your presence next to him is enough, even if you think you’re bothering his routine

“you sure i’m not messing up your sleep by being here?”

“i’d never not want to be with you”

dino

wants to be a cuddler but is a kicker

you can fall asleep in each others arms but you will be woken up by him kicking you and pushing you nearly off the bed

you’ll try and get back to a normal position with him but he will still kick you, making you grab a pillow and blanket and go sleep in the guest room

he’ll wake up to an empty and cold bed and feel absolutely horrible

will rush into your guest room and shake you awake

“did i do it again? :(”

“don’t worry about it, honey”

[fairy-hub]

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮; 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟕𝐤 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gamer!satoru, confessions, corruption kink, teasing/degradation, begging, oral (giving and receiving), Toji and suguru are jerking off, Satoru records and sends videos to Toji and suguru, masturbation, hints at a gangbang/train

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @fuyuaika: For the event…can I get mean but playful Satoru who has a corruption kink~

Your cheeks are burning, staring at your fingers, picking underneath your nails. You really want to suck Satoru’s pretty, veiny long cock, kissing his large pale beautiful balls. Bite his muscular thighs and hear him whine and moan.

Taking a deep breath, attempting to steady your nerves. Slipping off Satoru’s baggy shirt you took from his closet. Dropping it on the ground, kneeling next to him.

Crawling between his muscular thighs. His pale cockhead peaking out the bottom of his bunched up baby blue briefs. Your head beneath his large hands gripping the controller.

He cheers, “Fuck ya! You see that shit Sug! What? Where you Toji? Oh! Ha!” Tugging his loose briefs down, taking his soft cock out. Half the size it gets when he’s hard. Kissing his head, swirling your tongue around him.

“Sucks to suck! Get your ass over here and maybe you'll get some experience! Oo what's that?” Taking into your mouth, groaning, slipping, your hand between your rights. Sliding your finger between your puffy lips, smearing your slick on to your clit. Rubbing it slowly, bobbing your head shallowly half of his thickening cock.

Satoru loudly groans, “Nnnnnn thirsty slut. You’re both one but I wasn't talkin’ to you. My sweet shy princess is too horny, she playin’ with herself too.” Slipping him out with a soft pop. Pulling your hand out from between your thighs.

Protesting, “Why did you say something!?” Looking up at him, red bite marks are scattered over his pale well defined hard abs and thick pecs. He sets his controller down, grabbing his phone. “They don't wanna know.”

Satoru chimes into his headset, “They’ll jerk off to hearing you get fucked stupid if we let them.” He lifts his hips enough to push his underwear down. His cock is long sticking out, hard, long and veiny, his head flushing pink.

Softly suggesting, “Do you want to show them?” Your cunt clenches around nothing. Spreading your thighs gliding your fingers into your sloppy cunt. It’s not enough to satisfying the intense warm aching need be ruthlessly fucked.

Satoru slides back in his game chair. “Aw my princess wants to show what a desperate slut she’s become. Told you I’d make her a mindless cock hungry whore.” Standing up and pushing his underwear down fully, nudging them aside.

Taking his headset off, placing it comfortably over your ears. “Tell them what a whore you are.” Grabbing Satoru’s beautiful cock, swiping your thumb over his cock head. Smearing his pre cum mixing it in with your spit. Swirling your fist, pumping him slowly, kissing his head loudly.

Toji croons, “You were painfully shy last I saw ya. Refusing to look me in the eyes, n’ now ya want to hear me jerking off to you suck Satoru’s cock?” Satoru grabs his phone, angling it to capture you kissing along a puffy vein on his cock.

Burying your face into Satoru’s balls groaning. Slipping your soaking wet fingers out of your needy cunt. Playing with your clit, looking into the camera pleading, “I wanna see your thick fist wrapping around your hard cock.” Too horny to remain nervous you don't stop there. “Please Toru you to share me with your friends, they’re so big, beautiful and kind of mean to me.” Taking Satoru’s cock into your mouth with a fluid quick stroke.

Gagging, your nose touching his short white hair. Satoru holds you in place. Suguru groans, “Your little cunt getting wet from choking on his cock? What a fucking whore you’ve become. He’s ruined you.” He’s watching the video.

You’re getting off on Toji grunts and the slick sounds of them fisting their lubed up cocks. Looking up into the camera, eyes watering, Satoru slowly glides his cock out.

Confessing into the headset, “Toru fucked me into a cock hungry whore. Can't go a day without thinking of taking Toru’s long, veiny cock.” Stroking your clit faster. “I love it when he randomly puts his balls on my face, when he bends me over and stuff his face into my cunt. He sends me video jerking off with my panties, he’s so beautiful when he moans.” Trembling so close to cumming.

Opening your mouth for Satoru to glide his veiny cock in. Sucking in your cheeks, relaxing your neck, sticking your tongue out. Looking past the phone’s camera into Satoru’s beautiful face.

His thin brows knitted, his beautiful ocean blue eyes haze with passion and pleasure. His kissable pink lips parting with needy groans. Fucking your mouth faster, spit drips down your chin.

Toji and Suguru are going to see you getting face fucked by Satoru. This with the combination of their whorish moaning. And the slick stroking sounds of them fisting their cocks is going to make you cum too quickly.

Toji’s rough groan is the final push. “Fuuuck you take cock well doll for someone just figurin’ out how to suck cock a month ago.” Trembling, intense sweet addicting pleasure consuming over you.

Using the last bit of air in your lungs to moan around Satoru’s cock. You need more. You need to feel Satoru’s long, being cock, with the perfect thickness that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl.

Slipping your hand out from between your legs. Grabbing his thigh, smearing your slick on him. Satoru holds your head still, “Did you just cum already, what a slut you’ve become getting off in being used and degraded.” Gagging around his cock, your vision blurring, tears trickle down and Satoru groans.

His expressions softens. Gently Satoru encourages you, “Good girl, that’s it, cry cause you're choking on my cock.” Tears slip down your cheek, and he slowly glides his cock out. Letting your breath. Grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you onto your feet.

Satoru guides you by your hair towards the sofa. Stumbling to keep up with his long strides. “Show us your beautiful sloppy slut cunt sweetheart.” Pushing you onto the sofa, quickly you compose yourself. Probing your feet up on the edge of the sofa, spreading your wet puffy lips apart.

Satoru crouched. Toji croons, “Seeing ya cryin’ like that is gonna make me cum.” Another video was sent, your cunt clenches. They are jerking off to your face, tears and moans.

Satoru groans, placing his phone down next to you. Grabbing the back of your thighs, licking your soaking wet slit. Dipping his tongue inside you, groaning, sliding his tongue out. Kissing your lips, sloppily making out with your cunt.

You loudly moan when Satoru’s warm, soft tongue touches your sensitive clit. Suguru decides, “Fuck I'm coming over, going to cum on your pretty face while your sobbing from taking Satoru’s cock from the back.” Lightly dragging your nails on Satoru’s scalp, he groans, sucking on your clit.

Gently kissing your clit, roughly biting your thigh, pumping his tongue into your dripping cunt. Curling it with each quick pump, stroking the sweet spot. “Sug is coming over, please let him use my mouth. Your cock will always be my favorite and I'll be a good dumb whore” Satoru strokes your clit, with the perfect pressure and speed you like best.

In the hands of your handsome lover you don't need to think. Mindlessly pleading, “Please! Nnn can't get enough, it feels so good to have my cunt played with!” Grabbing his phone, capturing his beautiful face.

His lips and chin wet with your slick. “Im so proud of myself for taking such a cute sweet innocent Princess and fucking her into a beautiful kinky cockhungry slut. Want us to take turns using you, or should we fuck ya at the same time?”

Oreo’s m.list

[hysteria-things]

SINFUL DESIRES (part two)

read part one here

read part three here

read part four here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: of course the two of you still “hate” each other. although, it’s not just the sex. you both know that.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, p in v, spanking, praising, possessiveness, hair pulling, video, pet names (pretty)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 661

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ask for part two and you shall receive part two!

i’m a lover for nathan. that is all.

jerset part ib jersey by @worldlxvlys :)

the spring breeze hits you, making your hair flow in the wind. your best friend dragged you to a lacrosse game, where you know who plays. she knows you hate him, but she always says that you need to ‘live the high school experience.’

right now, your best friend’s mouth hangs open with utter shock. the game hasn’t started yet, so this seemed like the right time to spill the beans. “you’re telling me that nate — the person you despise — showed up at your house two weeks ago and fucked the shit out of you?”

“yup.” you exhale. “i couldn’t look at my parents for a week. told them i was watching porn and it accidentally connected to my speaker, but i don’t think they believed me.”

“holy shit.” she laughs.

you stand up from the bleachers, shoving your hands in your pockets. “i’m going to the snack stand before they come out. you want anything?”

she shakes her head. “no thanks.”

you step down the bleachers and head to the snack stand. the line isn’t long, thank goodness.

as you approach, a hand grabs your forearm and pulls you to the side. you startle at the contact.

nate’s grinning in front of you, all geared up and ready to play. “nate, what the hell?!” you scream, looking up and down his body.

your eyes start at where his eyeblack is, then to his jersey with the number 8 on it, and lastly to his cleats.

ah, shit.

“hi.” he waves in your face.

you roll your eyes. this kid.

he starts to fidget with your hoodie strings. this is the most confused you probably ever been in your life. “you coming over tonight?” he asks.

you stare blankly at him waiting for more information, but of course, he doesn’t give any. “for what?”

he shrugs. “to hang out.”

“fu-uck!” you moan as nate rails into you from behind, your ass red from the few times he spanked it. the remains of your last orgasm still make a mess on your thighs.

he has you bent over his desk, his hands bunching up the bottom of his jersey that he put on you.

somerville won the game, and according to him, this was his reward. you are his reward.

his eyes are focused on the DOE right above his jersey number. you’re wearing his name, and he’s making sure you know it.

you’re on your tippy toes, each thrust making you quiver with pleasure. your nails claw at the wood beneath you.

“jesus,” he whispers, grabbing his phone so he can record what you look like with his name on. he’s so fucking fascinated by it.

he grips onto your hair. “you look so beautiful getting fucked in my jersey, don’t you think?”

“mhm,” you grumble, your eyes threatening to cross.

he grips tighter, giving you a little spank. “use your words, pretty.”

“y-yes. i—” you’re cut off by a whimper when his tip hits that familiar spot inside of you. “gonna c-cum, nate.”

you squeeze around him as your pussy squelches, threatening to spew your liquid. he groans. “clenching around me so tight.”

you scream when he starts to go faster, hitting inside you deeper than before. your whole body trembles when you spread your cum around his dick. “there you go… that’s it.”

he shoots into the condom short after you, pulling out and throwing it in the trash can that’s set on the floor next to the desk. he places his phone back down.

he turns you around and leans in, kissing you passionately on the lips. he hums before pulling away. “i hate how much i like you.”

you smirk, but the blush on your cheeks gives you away. “i hate how much i like you, too.”

later that night while you’re in bed, you get a text message. you gasp when you open it.

nate.

[attachment: 1 video]

just a reminder

sweet dreams, pretty

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom

[sugarnspice630]

Jealousy is the Best Form of Punishment - Yunho + San

"Darling, you know how when we’re hanging around the guys and I, softly place my hand around your neck? Have you ever noticed that San can’t stop staring at you when we do this?”

•pairing: dom!yunho x sub!fem!reader + sub!san

•word count: 1.5 k

•tags: mdni, suggestive, choking kink out the wazoo (f receiving), San's a little horn-ball, Yunho is a jealous boyfriend, praise kink, slight degradation, sex implied but not written out, lots of eye contact, voyeurism

Summary: Yunho teases reader by slightly choking them while hanging around the members, San can't control his eyes and Yunho notices, causing him to drag the both of you into his room and teaching him and you a lesson.

A/N: Inspired by this post I saw from my dear friend @shinestarhwaa (ily pookie!) Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆───

It started out as an innocent joke. Yunho would gently place his hand on your neck when around the members and occasionally give it a slight squeeze. Nothing too harsh, just a firm grip to cause you to get dizzy for a few seconds. Since he has naturally big hands, his fingers would reach perfectly around the sides, applying pressure to your sweet spots. Yunho knew you were into choking, and damn was he good at it. San was not oblivious to these minor gestures. He saw how flushed your cheeks would get every time his hand came near your neck, and that look of bliss on your face when he applied the slightest pressure to your neck. Although you were happily taken by Yunho and had been for a long time, San couldn’t help the thoughts he had about you since you first started hanging around the members more often. He thought you were very attractive, and the looks on your face when Yunho would jokingly choke you definitely did not help his situation. On the flip side, Yunho saw San’s reactions every time he did that to you. The way his eyes fleeted back and forth between his hand wrapped around your neck and watching the expression on your face morph, softly biting the inside of his lip and his eyes darkening. Yunho is most definitely the jealous type, so he would lightly choke you every chance he could get to show San that you belonged to him and no one else.

–

Yunho got home one day and found San sitting on the couch, playing his video games. He was going to confront San peacefully about his observations.

“San, can I talk to you for a second?” Yunho said in a monotone voice with no expression on his face.

“Sure hyung! I’ll be there in a sec.” San replied as he was finishing up the round he was playing. Yunho nodded softly and walked into his bedroom. When Yunho walked in, he saw you sitting on his bed, playing on your phone. You looked up at him with a big smile. Sitting your phone on the bed, you got up and wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him.

“Hey handsome! What are you doing back so early?” Yunho placed his finger over your lips to silence you with a soft “shh” coming out of his mouth. Your eyebrows contorted, and you looked up at him, confused.

“Baby, I’m about to do something and I need you to not get mad or upset about it. Okay?”

Confused as hell by what he could be doing, you softly nodded your head, still with a confused expression on your face, trusting Yunho that you would be in good hands (haha). Not too long after your brief conversation, San walks in.

“Everything alright hyun-?” San stops his sentence when he sees you in the room, as well as Yunho. “Y-Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” San’s expression becomes nervous as he looks at Yunho. His throat becomes dry, and he swallows his spit to try and alleviate it. Fumbling with his hands, San finally opens his mouth again. “W-what did you need me for Yun-?”

“Sit down.” Yunho barks at San and tilts his head toward the chair in his room. San nods a few times before making his way over to the chair, his eyes not leaving you or Yunho. You turn to Yunho and notice the slight angry expression on his face. Your heart sinks down into your stomach at the cold expression he’s giving.

"Yunho, what’s going on?"

“Quiet Y/N.” Yunho pauses for just a moment, glaring at San one more time before turning to you, placing his hands on your hips, and turning you to face him. “San thinks it’s all fine and dandy to stare at something that isn’t his.” Your eyes go between staring at his right eye and his left eye. Yunho’s eyes darkening as you keep staring at each other. “Darling, you know how when we’re hanging around the guys and I, softly place my hand around your neck?” Yunho’s movements follow his words, acting out his speech. Your heart rate increases slightly as Yunho’s hand gets closer to your neck. You dare not break eye contact with Yunho right now. “Giving you the gentlest of squeezes, right on your sweet spots? Causing you to see a hint of stars?”

Yunho’s eyes glance over at San, and he can see the younger member struggling to keep himself together. Harshly biting his lip, his legs crossed to hide the slight erection forming in his pants, gripping the arms of the chair so hard that his knuckles are white. Yunho smirks and directs his attention back to you. Your cheeks are perfectly flushed and eyes droopy just the slightest bit.

“I asked you a question. It’s nice to respond, you know?” Yunho grips your neck a little tighter, causing your mouth to drop open and let out the softest whimper.

“Y-Yes Yunho! I-I’m sorry! I know what you mean."

“Good girl~. Have you ever noticed that San can’t stop staring at you when we do this?”

Completely forgetting that San was also in the room with you guys, you softly turn your head as much as Yunho’s hand would let you and see San struggling to stay still. His foot is now bouncing up and down, legs still crossed, but one of his hands has left the arm of the chair and is now placed in his lap, right where his crotch would be. Fidgeting like a nervous dog.

“Princess! Stop ignoring my questions!” Yunho’s booming voice echoed in your ears, causing you to turn back to him quickly.

“S-sorry! Y-Yes I have noticed!” Yunho inches closer to your face, leaning in toward your ear.

“How does that make you feel~?" You had to think for a moment because in all honesty, it made you feel good, but how could you tell Yunho that? You were beyond thrilled when he started to show more risque public displays of affection around the members. You wanted to know what they really thought of you. How many of them secretly liked you or what they would do to you behind closed doors when Yunho wasn’t there to claim you for himself?

“M-makes me feel good sir!” You closed your eyes in fear of what his reaction would be to your honesty.

“Good huh?” He paused for a few seconds to let your answer sink in. “Didn’t think my girlfriend was such an attention-seeking whore."

The grip around your neck tightens and your arms wrap around and come up Yunho’s back and grip onto the shirt he’s wearing. You tilt your head back and let out a choked moan. The sensation of him squeezing your airways shut was so intoxicating and you genuinely could never get enough of it. The thought of Yunho being in control of your breathing drove you insane. His grip around your neck loosens, and you take a deep breath. Eyes opening up to see Yunho smirking menacingly at you. You don’t break eye contact for a few seconds until Yunho looks back over at San and sees what a mess he’s becoming. Yunho chuckles softly and turns your head for you to look at him.

“What a mess he’s becoming, and it’s all because of you. Isn’t that so special~?” You can’t help but notice San is now rutting his hips into his hand, trying to provide some stimulation in his situation. His lip appears red and swollen because of how hard he’s been biting it this whole time. His face is lightly covered in sweat and he’s breathing heavily.

“Fuck…d-don’t look at me like that Y/N, p-please.” He mutters out, his eyes focused on you staring at him in his desperate state. His eye twitches, and he pants out as he continues to push his hips into his hand.

“S-San.” You calling out his name caused him to whimper softly and lean forward a bit to try to get closer to what he was seeing in front of him. Seeing him act like this sent a wave of heat down to your core. You never knew he was this down bad for you.

“He so desperately wants to cum. Do you think we should let him?”

“W-We?” You stutter out, surprised that Yunho is giving you an option. Looking back at San, you can see him nodding his head profusely and whispering ‘please’ a thousand times. “Yes Yunho.” You say while staring at San, and you watch as his eyes light up and he quickly unzips his pants and whips his dick out. Before you could look any harder at San’s cock, Yunho pushes you down on the bed and sits his weight on top of you. His hair falls gently over his face, and his expression gets darker.

“He can deal with himself over there, but now I have to deal with you for acting like a whore all the fucking time.” He growls through gritted teeth as he unzips his and your pants, pulls yours down along with your underwear, and does the same for him. Pinning your hands above your head and holding them together with one of his massive hands. You knew you were in for a night of trouble.

Tags: @pre1ttyies @isiloiale

[boldlyvoid]

I’m kinda in the middle of writing a little fic too but inspiration sucks

okay but anyway how about a little fic where spencer and reader are having just a quiet evening they made a nice dinner together and are just sitting on opposite ends of the couch doing their own thing maybe reader is crocheting (wink wink) and spencer is reading/doing Spencer-y things and they just find peace and comforting in this type of parallel play/ quality time together

i know it sounds boring but it sounds peaceful to me to have that kind of security and love that doesn’t need any words. and I think Spencer would love that too

Parallel Play

yes of course bestie!! i love this idea thank you <3

wc: 883

Spencer Reid is secretly a quiet man. 

At work, he could go on a rant or a ramble at the drop of a hat. He knows so much inside that beautiful brain of his that once he starts going on a topic, he wants to talk until he’s explained everything. Honestly, he could do a 15-hour Ted Talk if you let him. 

But at home… at home he’s quiet. They both are. 

Sat on opposite sides of the couch, Spencer has his feet up on the coffee table, he’s leaning back against the cushions with his Nintendo Switch in his hands resting on his chest, pretty close to his face as he works on a tough level of the newest Zelda game. He grew up never having any video games, so now, in his 40’s he’s finally getting the chance to experience the wonderful worlds that exist in the palm of his hands. His girlfriend, however, has her feet in his lap, she’s extended across most of the couch with her back against the armrest as she crochets a new pattern she’s been wanting to make. Even their cat has joined them, laying between her legs and the back of the couch, she’s all stretched out and sleeping away with both of her favourite humans at home. 

They’re so happy like this. Just quietly enjoying their time off while still together, still touching, they have a comfort show on for background noise and its perfect. 

She looks up from her project every once and a while, either because Spencer has mumbled something at his game or the current episode they have on is getting interesting. And each time she does look up, she finds herself staring at Spencer with a little smile. He’s just so cute like this. Totally enthralled in his game, his brows furrowed as he concentrates and his jaw a little clenched when it gets hard. 

When he finishes his level, or when he just pauses to have a breather, he reaches down to her feet that are resting in his lap and he grips her ankle. He runs his hand up and down her shin a few times, soothing himself and her in the process. He takes a few sips of water, he watches a couple minutes of the show and then he goes right back to his game. Still completely silent. Still completely content. 

By the time she’s done her crochet project, it’s a little after midnight and she’s tired. “Spence,” she whispers to him. 

He just hums, his brows go up to show he’s listening but his attention is still on his game. 

“You wanna go to bed soon?” 

He nods, “Let me…. Finish… this,” he says while mashing the buttons, clearly working on something. “And then we can.” 

“Okay,” she agrees. She moves her feet off his legs carefully so as to not scare the cat, but she wakes up anyway. She picks her up and gives her a couple pets as she moves in closer to Spencer’s side. 

“You okay if I watch?” 

He nods again, she only asked because sometimes the pressure of someone watching him play makes him do worse. But this time he’s fine with it. She leans her head on his shoulder and cuddles into his side to watch him play for the last few minutes of their quiet time together. 

She watches without a clue as to what is going on, he defeats a boss, he wins the level and he lets out a deep sigh as he clicks the game off and sets it down in his lap. He lifts his arm so he can wrap it around her, letting her snuggle in even closer to his chest and he kisses the top of her head a few times. “Tired?” He asks with a whisper. 

“Yeah,” she whispers back. 

“Let's go to bed,” he encourages, patting her arm gently.

She gets up with the cat still in her arms, Spencer turns off the TV and all the lights and meets her in the bedroom. She let the cat down on the bed and she immediately curls up into a ball at the foot of the bed, clearly also ready for a long night's rest. They change together, they brush their teeth together and then they slip under the covers together, too. 

The lights go off, they lay turn to face each other, each snuggled into their pillows, and they sigh almost at the same time. It hasn’t been a long day, but they’re still both exhausted. 

“I love you,” he says into the darkness. 

“I love you,” she replies with a smile. She leans in just a little closer and kisses him, once, twice and a third time for good measure. “I had fun today.” 

“Me too… we should do this more often.” 

“We really should.” 

Then they go quiet again. She rolls over to her other side, letting him spoon into her the way he always does at night. He wraps his arm around her middle, his hand resting on her stomach, he kisses her shoulder blade re situates his head on the pillow. “Goodnight, love.” 

“Night, Spence.” 

And that’s how they fall asleep. Quietly, in each other's arms, perfectly content with the little life that they lead. 

[certified-boyliker]

Boyfriend Headcannons (Pt. 2)

Actors: Reo, Nagi, Shido, Ness, Kaiser

Notes: Shido being Shido, mentions of eugh...Kaiser... and also Kaiser

Reo Mikage:

He spoils the hell out of you

He loves buying you so many things, adores seeing your excited face when he gifts you them

Even if you insist you don't need anything, he'll still buy you many things

He likes cuddling with you as well

He pulls you against his chest and kisses you softly

He likes taking you on various trips with his family and likes buying you things there was well

Nagi's usually there as a third wheel, but you usually forget since he's so quiet

Though, he will interrupt you two sometimes

You go to his matches, and he always wants you wearing his number when you show up

He also likes it when you wear his jersey around the house when you're both home

Texts you all the time, and always wants you texting back almost immediately

He doesn't get too jealous when it comes to other guys hitting on you

And he knows that Nagi wouldn't hit on you

He's confident in himself enough

That's not to say he's not possessive (I mean, we all saw how he reacted to Nagi, right?)

You give too much attention to some guys, and he's pulling you back, stating that you're his

Seishiro Nagi:

A very lazy boyfriend

He likes lying on top of you and plays video games, typically plays phone games

He likes to bring out his Switch Joy-cons so you two can play some two-players

He likes bringing out Snipperclips or Mario Kart the most

When he does lie on you, he likes giving you soft kisses on occasion

You also kiss his forehead whenever you see him getting particularly angry at his games

If you get stuck on a game, he's checking out where you are and gives his insight on how to do a bit better, but more just likes sitting back and watching you play

Builds you a pc, it took effort, but seeing your smile makes it worth it

You like going to his games and you wear his number when you go there

He tries to keep himself from doing something like pumping his fist in the air so that you don't see him doing something cringe

You definitely wear his jersey around the house, but he doesn't understand way

He likes being the little spoon even though he's tall as fuck

Just hold him while he sleeps, and he won't complain in the morning about how his partner didn't hold him the previous night

He's not jealous, you're sure he's almost incapable of it

But, if someone were to hit on you, he looms over them and just stares at them to scare them off

Shido Ryuusei:

Oh dear god, this is your boyfriend

Loves getting into competitions with you over almost anything

Soccer, racing back home, who can get the most groceries, everything

He likes pulling you into hugs and keeping you on his lap

Even if he falls asleep with you in his lap, he's got a death grip on you and doesn't let you go, even while asleep

He does, occasionally, squeeze you a bit too hard, but a sharp slap will wake him right up

He likes biting you. Non-sexually, just bites you wherever and whenever, eyes on you or not

Usually, your ears, cheeks, lips, and on occasion, your neck

He'll stop if you ask him to, but if you don't, oh well

If you tell him not to fight someone, he will not fight them

You and Sae are pretty much the only people who can tame the demon

Speaking of Sae, you both get along due to both of you being Shido's handers

You're the only non-player/non-manager who's allowed in the locker room, since you're the only person who can calm him down before a game

He loves seeing you wearing his number and gives you a big kiss right before the game and during halftime... and so many kisses after the game

Adores it when you cheer for him, it's like he has a personal cheerleader, and that's a little hot to him

Smack him whenever he says that. Sae already will smack him, but another one won't do any harm

If you cook something, this boy will eat it, regardless of anything you say about it. Not enough seasoning, overcooked? He's still eating it and will not complain at all

He's not jealous, but he likes warding off guys, makes him feel like he's your protector

He trusts Sae not to flirt with you and vice versa

Alexis Ness:

Such a cute, darling boyfriend

So respectful to you, never tries to cross a boundary

Holds your hand in public and likes listen to you ramble on about your day

Kaiser can't help but be a little jealous of your relationship, since he doesn't have a partner, and now Ness' partner is taking up so much of his free time

Which you do, unashamed

You also like kissing Ness right in front of Kaiser, just to make him extra jealous

You give him soft little headpats, and it turns into you just playing with his hair

It's surprisingly softer than you expected

He loves it when you play with his hair

He likes holding you close and likes making you the little spoon

Enjoys it when you show up at his games, and doesn't expect you to wear his number, but gets very blushy and happy when you do

Do not think you're exempt from the "Respect Kaiser to the higest degree" attitude Ness has, because you're not

He's more lenient, but doesn't exempt you from it

No, no, he's never jealous at all, what gave you that idea?

You mean the fact that he glares at almost anyone who looks at you? That's crazyyyy

Michael Kaiser:

Eugh, him

I mean, here's another... lovely (???) boyfriend

He's very possessive and likes hugging up on you in public

Arm slung around your shoulder, leaning against you, keeping you away from reporters

He's kissing your temple when fans notice him though

You meet Alexis and you two get along pretty well, but the way you speak of your boyfriend may make Alexis just a tad upset

I mean, that's The King you're talking about

So, you better not disrespect him when you're int he presence of Alexis

However, berate him all you want in private. He truly won't do anything when you do

Just makes him make his stupid smirk

You also call him The King, which makes him smile and smirk like a bastard, but if you follow it with an insult or beratement, the smile is wiped clean off, and now you're smirking

Knock him down a peg on occasion, I believe in you

Always wants you to show up at his game, always wants you to wear his number, always wants you to cheer him on when you watch him

After games, he can't get off of you, and carries you back home

Jealousy? People are far too scared to approach you, and that's because if Kaiser notices them looking at you, then he gives a glare and they look away

[lovewheeler]

brothers best friend mike who watches you from the window in the kitchen as you sunbathe <333 your brothers in the living room playing video games n mike made n exuse to get some water but rlly its just so he can stare at you and grind his dick against the cabinet in front of him like a perv <3333

a/n: bro do you want me to DIEEEE oh my god,,,for reference reader's brother is not one of the canon boys bc i am BROWN hello. also mike is AGED UP!!! HE IS 19!!!!

content warnings: honetly pretty tame but like mike is a perv so ,,, also reader is teasing him bc she knows n she thinks it's funny <3, brat!reader...thats it i think. mike's a fucking nerd. this got so long sorry. pt 2 perhaps? also I didn’t beta this I die like men. also pov switches around a lot sorry

“He’s in the living room, you know.” There’s a lilt in your tone when you walk into the kitchen, passing Mike where he stands at the fridge. You notice his hand freeze mid wrapping around a soda can and your lip curls up at the corner.

“Uh, yeah, i’m just – you know, soda,” He grabs it quickly, showing it to you as if you needed proof, “See?”

“Mm, yeah, Mikey, I’m not blind–” You smile, manicured fingers reaching for the soda to snatch it from him and giggling when he frowns, “You staying for dinner tonight?”

The brunette nods quickly, swallowing, “Yeah – the guys are, too –” God forbid you think he was staying so he could look at you more (he was), “We — we want to finish our campaign. You can come, if you want–”

“Maybe next time? M’trying to tan today–” You cut him off, already moving towards the back door; you watch his eyes scan down your body when he thinks you’re not looking, fighting the smirk that pulls at your lips. You can sense his nerves, see how his hands shake, and it makes you excited. Hungry, almost. 

You sway your hips while you walk out the door, tiny shorts that you’d picked for this exact situation hugging your ass just right, tits bouncing when you put a bit of pep in your walk; it’s very obvious what you’re doing, even to someone as stupidly oblivious as Mike Wheeler. 

The second you disappear behind the screen door Mike’s letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, gripping the counter with white knuckles and practically collapsing against it. 

Why did you keep doing this to him?

He was so sick of it, so fucking sick – every day since summer started you’d go out to tan by your pool in the tiniest bikini (how many of those could you even own, by the way?) and the most sinful shorts, thighs squeezing out around the bottom and tits practically spilling from your top. 

And then you do this stupid fucking thing – you’re doing it now, actually, he realizes it when he looks through the big window above the sink – where you shimmy out of your shorts only to reveal probably the most revealing piece of cloth he’s ever seen in his life. And you know he’s watching, and he knows that you know, because you always bend over to fish the shorts off the ground when they pool around your ankles, always in front of the window. Every. Fucking. Time.

Your brother would fucking kill him if he knew that Mike was eyeing his sister like a goddamn perv, watching her tan by the pool and popping a fucking boner while he’s at it. 

Can’t you see he’s trying to be a good friend here?

Of course you can – you’re just a fucking minx who thinks it’s fun to tease him. He notices, he’s not stupid; he sees how you arch your back up from the chair as if you’re stretching, how you make sure he’s in view of the window while you lather sunscreen on your thighs. He wants to bash his head against the marble countertop.

Mike’s only brought out of his own thoughts when he realizes you’re looking at him – really looking at him, not coy glances like you usually do when you’re out there. This one’s bolder. More loaded.

His breath hitches in his throat when he sees you bring a pretty hand up to wiggle your ringed fingers at him in a cute little wave. There’s a smirk on your face. He leans forward, feeling his cock brush the counter and almost gasping. It felt good. 

You think it’s cute how stupid he must think you are. Or maybe he doesn’t and he gets off on being known. Whatever it is, it makes you feel hot all over, like you’re doing something bad. You’re just glad he’s finally caught on to years of pining.

You’ve often wondered how bold you could get before he finally decided to fucking do something; he was driving you crazy, always trying to act so self righteous as if your brother wouldn’t fuck Nancy giving the chance. You were a spoiled brat, Mike knew that, he indulged you in it in every other way – so why not this one?

Your eyes survey the area around you, flicking around behind dark pink shades to make sure no one else but your intended audience is seeing. Once you’re satisfied you let out a little sigh, wiggling your painted toes and stretching out your arms, making a show of it all as your hands snake up to tug at your bikini top. It falls into your lap and you smile, not at him but for him. 

Mike can’t believe what he’s seeing, and he thinks he should definitely feel embarrassed about how shamelessly he’s grinding into his own hand right now. He does, but the bliss he feels while looking at your tits outweighs it. He wants to bite them. His mind is swirling and he feels dizzy but he’s chasing something, all to fantasies about those tits spilling between his fingers while he fucks into you.

And then you stretch again, arms up to the sky, before you turn around and lay yourself down on your tummy – right at the time Mike feels his boxers get sticky. He groans inwardly, collapsing against the counter again with a heaving chest. He just came in his pants to the sight of his best friend’s little sister’s tits. That was fucking humiliating.

He doesn’t even have time to consider what the fuck just happened because your brother’s hand is coming up to clap against his back, making him jump and let out a yell.

“Dude, you good? Look like you just ran a marathon or some shit – hurry up, will you? We’re starting a new game.”

“U-uh yeah, I’ll be right there, I just gotta–”

“I’m making him help me with my homework. He said he took my bio class before and can help me with it – right, Mikey?” His blood runs cold and his face gets hot when he hears your voice, devastatingly sweet. How the hell did you get in here so fast? He tries not to frown when he notices you’re clothed again.

He only nods, unable to get anything out other than a stammering confirmation. How cute.

Your brother only groans and tells you guys to hurry up but doesn’t think anything of it – why would he? Mike had known you since you guys were in diapers – he was harmless. Supposedly. He turns to walk back to the living room and Mike sighs, all the tension visibly leaving his body.

Only to come back again when you saunter next to him, leaning over him to grab something from the sink and letting your tits squish into his back in the process. He feels light headed.

“I’ll be waiting for you – don’t clean up, by the way. Kay?” 

He gasps and you can only giggle, suddenly pulling off of him and turning so you can skip off to your room. You knew. 

“Thanks, Mikey!” You call behind you, and he watches your hips sway while you go. He realizes you had only been out there for five minutes max, not a shade darker. You’d planned this.

Little shit.

[eiraeths]

do you guys want some of my cod 141 headcanons you’re getting them anyways

SOAP

-puts stuff in his mouth a lot to hold it when he runs out of hands (this includes when he’s making explosives, it stresses everyone out)

-gets cute aggression and bites people

-will also bite in a fight

-has bits and pieces of rubble from explosions that he thought looked pretty

-is feral, like he takes a hit to the face during a spar and grins with blood trickling into his mouth

-had a graffiti phase as a teen that never fully left and because of it he writes in all capital letters. this is great when they need something written down where no one can read it. (the 141 probably had a meeting where they went over how to read his handwriting)

-has dreams so realistic he wakes up confused wondering if it was a memory he forgot about even if it didn’t make sense

-military grade anger issues

-never fully grew out of his punk phase

-his childhood room was full of road signs and traffic cones

-is actually a hardass when it comes to training recruits (i think the proper term for privates in the sas is troopers but im calling them recruits cause that seems to be the term everyone uses)(everyone thought his bright attitude meant that he’s laid back and easygoing. no. he’s not. yall ever seen those videos of drill sergeants coming up with the most creative insults? thats him)

-randomly says “i am normal and can be trusted around military grade weapons”

-his journal from the og games is a must in the remaster sorry i don’t make the rules

GHOST

-can play guitar super fucking well, im talking full on fingerstyle ballads

-major staring problem, if he doesn’t want to talk to someone he’ll stare until they go away. sometimes stares at people for no reason. also stares when he wants something. he’s always watching.

-would be interested in getting into blacksmithing if he didn’t grow up poor and hates spending money on himself that isn’t out of necessity (seriously you need like 30k to start a forge)

-can and will obsess over damascus patterns in blades (i feel like his favorite pattern would be fish bone or those really complicated mosaic patterns. he gets soap into it too by showing him fireball patterns)

-never grew out of echolalia and because of this is amazing at mimicking noises (he mimicks smoke alarm battery low noises and phone chimes to troll people sometimes.)

-road rage, but its quiet fuming comments that make you grip the oh shit handle for dear life (“you better turn off your fucking highbeams or i can’t be blamed for the head on collision that’s about to happen”)(no one can tell if he’s serious or not)

-hates tin foil, hearing it or touching it makes him clench his jaw because it feels like he can feel it in his teeth

-secret sweet tooth, but it comes and goes. sometimes he’s disgusted by anything sweeter than white bread and other times he can fuck up an entire box of lil debbie cakes

-can hand sew efficiently and fast as fuck

-his favorite type of blanket is a heavy quilt

GAZ

-is aggressively hydrated and is one of those people who carry around those big 128 oz water bottles

-gets competitive over karaoke (it took him months to convince everyone to join and he only got the idea after finding out soap wanted to be in a band as a teen and that he spent days learning how to properly vocal fry)

-says WOO! when he’s super fucking excited (will throw his arms up as well if soap is around because the two of them are an echo chamber of emotion)(the WOO! might actually be canon theres a voice line in warzone)

-probably the most up to date on modern fashion trends (get this man a long cashmere coat he deserves it)

-he does own a bedazzled cap he found at a gas station though (it’s hideous)

-elaborate skin care routine (he’s conned everyone to have some sort of routine. especially ghost. he got so concerned when it hit him that ghost was always wearing the eyeblack)

PRICE

-listens to black label society (i won’t budge on this its not even a head canon to me anymore its fact it was revealed to me in a dream)

-plays solitaire (he’s a very high level and it took him less than a year to get there. no one knows where he found the time to play for that long)

-drives a manual and shames people who don’t know how to work a stick

-literature nerd (im talking all the classics and philosophy books this man can get his hands on)

-discovered tennessee moonshine and has thought about it ever since

-smacks people on the back of the head when they’re doing something stupid

-if anyone makes a negative comment on his facial hair he gives them the dirtiest side eye

GEN/MULTI

-gaz and soap carry those big contractor waterproof sharpies and leave gaz was here or soap was here everywhere they go (this stemmed from soap’s graffiti phase and gaz turned it into a competition. they once got into a competition on who could leave the most signs until price called them muppets and confiscated their sharpies)

-ghost put soap in air jail once, it was very effective

-gaz and soap go to the gym together and take photos in the mirrors after they’re done (somewhere there’s a photo of the time they got ghost to join and they even got him to flex an arm)

-ghost and soap are professional assholes to each other.

-none of the 141 are allowed play card games and gamble with each other because they’re all dirty charlatans

-price tried to stop smoking only once and carried around gum and peppermints. ghost stole the peppermints and soap wouldn’t stop asking for gum

-gaz and ghost are the only ones who really try to adhere to the lights out rule. price and soap can be seen drinking coffee throughout the day

-all of them can hold a grudge for life

-ghost clears his throat loudly when any of them smoke by him. or stares. depends on the say

-if any of the smokers see another outside smoking and decides to join them it turns into a drawn out conversation about the most mundane topics

-the 141 can have full conversations of pure sarcasm nons

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 18)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (18)

Masterlist (other parts here)

Lucy was sitting on the floor next to the tv, plugging the HDMI cord back in. She’d just grumbled at her mum about the embarrassing videos but decided to accept it as she seemed so excited, and Lucy knew YFN would enjoy it. Watching her girlfriend interact with her family brought her happiness she didn’t know she craved.

“Try that now, mum. HDMI one.”

She found herself staring out at her little Australian, laughing with Charis as she helped Freddie with his Lego. He got excited as he played, leaning back into her and giggling. God, the sight of her with kids filled her heart.

“Lucy?” Her mum asked, like it wasn’t the first time she’d called her name.

“Hm?” She replied, only looking towards her mum when she didn’t get a response.

Her mum gave her a look that said she knew what she was thinking. Lucy didn’t try to hide the emotions clearly written on her face as she turned back outside to YFN.

“It's her, mum. She’s… she’s it.”

Diane looked outside and then looked back in towards Lucy.

“She’s the one.”

“I know she is.” Her mum said softly.

Lucy looked to the older woman, surprised. “How?”

“I see you two around each other. You complement each other well, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so… yourself. Not even around Keira.”

Lucy thought about this a little as Jorge agreed with their mum. “We all saw the way she handled you after the game, sis. No one has been able to understand you like that.”

She’d remembered that day. Fuck, she’d been so mad. When YFN had walked into the room, she was nervous she’d snap at her, push her away, but she’d done exactly what Lucy had wanted. She’d given her all the space she needed but had stayed close enough to give her support. YFN was always doing that, giving Lucy what she didn’t even know she needed or craved.

“It’s so different with her. She feels like home to me.” Her mum and brother were quiet. They knew it was a rarity for Lucy to open up. “I’m not looking forward to leaving her when I go back to Barca, and I know it’s selfish to ask…” She looked at her big brother. “…but I need you to be there for her while I’m gone if she needs you. I need that peace of mind. And with everything that’s happened.. I… I just need to know you can get to her if she needs it.”

Usually Jorge would say something smart, or tease her, but not now. “Of course, Luce. And for what it’s worth, I think she’s great.”

“We all do.” Her mum encouraged, gripping onto Joaquim. Lucy smiled at her family as her mum turned her attention back to the tv. “Ohh, this is exactly the video I wanted.”

Lucy watched YFN as her dimpled smile turned surprised and awkward, and then she was frowning. She turned to Lucy with a bit of emotion crossing her eyes. Hesitancy? Jealousy? Sadness? Lucy was moving toward her before she knew she was. She was up and walking across the lawn, sitting down next to YFN and Freddie as Charis was showing her phone to Alzira. She giggled at the phone before Charis took it away, waving.

“Thanks for that, Keira. Talk later.”

Lucy’s stomach dropped a little. She looked to YFN who’s head was bowed, focussing heavily on lego with Freddie while her hair curtained her face so it was hard to see her expression. She was yet to introduce them, planning on doing it when YFN arrived in Spain. She reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear and noticed her expression was a little too neutral. She was thinking.

“I think mum is ready to show us those videos..”

Though the sentence was aimed at YFN, Charis nodded and stood, not realising what she’d done. “Okay, let’s go inside! Leave the legos here – no Freddie – Freddie leave it and come with me, baby.”

The kids followed Charis when Lucy said they’d be right behind them.

They left and Lucy’s hand found the side of her face, cupping it and stroking with her thumb. YFN leant into it and gave her a small smile. It was clear she wasn’t going to make it an issue, but Lucy didn’t want her to worry.

“What did Keira say?”

“Not much.. I think she was just as caught off guard as I was.”

“I’m sorry.. I planned on introducing you two in Spain.”

“We still can. I hardly call a few words an introduction.”

Lucy frowned. “I don’t like it when you’re upset…” YFN opened her mouth and Lucy cut her off. “…and don’t even think about telling me you’re not. I can see it in your eyes. Ask me anything you want, I’ll answer it.”

“I’m… finding myself strangely feeling a little insecure, but I know it’s silly. She’s… staying in your apartment?”

Lucy shook her head. “No, Narla is with me most of the time but when I’m not there, she stays with Keira. Keira doesn’t have access to my apartment anymore. We swap Narla on occasion, and we mostly keep her in Spain.”

“Okay..” YFN breathed a little sigh of relief as her uncommon insecurity eased a little. “Have you spoken to Keira about me?”

Lucy tucked another strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, we’ve had a few conversations about you. We’re teammates, and best friends. She’s said she’s really happy for me and very excited to meet you. I think she’s spoken to Leah about you also.”

“And there aren’t any feelings anymore?”

“I can guarantee that any feelings beyond friendship are completely gone. They fell away a few years ago and we stayed together only out of habit. She’s 6 years younger than me so we just… fell apart. Different priorities, different views, different goals.”

“She seems really nice.”

Lucy sighed. “Yeah, she is. Though she has a wicked, dark sense of humour when you get to know her well enough. Her, Leah, and Georgia are bad when they’re all together. Best to stay away from that lunacy.”

YFN’s hand found Lucy’s bad knee like it usually did and rubbed it gently. “How’s your knee after the drive?”

Lucy couldn’t help her smile at the subject change. “That’s all you need?”

The little Australian nodded. “You answered all of the questions I had, and I feel a lot better, besides her seeing me when I look like I’ve been hit by a bus..” She murmured and Lucy grinned at her, kissing her damaged eyebrow carefully. “I’m excited to meet her because she’s so important to you. Also, Narla was energetic. She’s going to be a handful.”

“Ohhh she is. Super athletic, gets it from her mum.” She gestured to herself cockily and then looked at the hand massaging her knee. “As for my knee, it’s okay, a little stiff after the drive but I stretched it out. This helps also.”

“You’re just saying that because you like being massaged.”

She laughed and leant her head against her girlfriend’s. “Both can be true.”

YFN and the entirety of the Bronze family were squashed into Diane and Joaquim’s lounge room, watching young videos of them. Diane had insisted she sat next to her, and Lucy took her place on the ground beneath her, resting her head sideways against YFN’s knee.

“Ohhhh, remember this one Lucy?” Diane said excitedly as Jorge let out a loud laugh.

Lucy grumbled at the video of her with a terrible haircut and glasses too big for her face. Not all of the videos were of Lucy, but a lot had been because she was the most active child of the three. YFN’s hands found the back of her head and scratched the bottom of her hair as a supportive distraction. Lucy leant back into her.

They stayed a little longer before Lucy declared they were headed home. Before they left, the family had insisted YFN save their numbers, and she followed them back on Instagram after they’d followed her.

“Don’t be a stranger!” Diane had said as she gave her a big hug goodbye, most of the family did, and she almost cried, overwhelmed by feelings she wasn’t used to.

Of course, Lucy had noticed.

“Okay, okay, don’t break her please.” She’d said as she went around the family and gave them her own hugs. It would be the last time she’d see her family for another month or so until she was back for the next international break.

They managed to get to the car amongst the chaos of the Bronze’s, Lucy buckling her in and closing the door as she almost fought her family on the way to the driver’s side, Alzira and Freddie clinging to her shins. YFN was laughing at the madness of it all. But it was a good madness. A family love madness.

They drove home in the darkness, almost in silence. After a few minutes, Lucy placed her hand on YFN’s thigh and she squirmed a little. After a pause, she dragged Lucy’s hand down as far as she could and crossed her leg, trapping it there, close to her core. Lucy sharply sucked in a breath of air, her hand gripping tighter.

“There’s a reason I decided we were leaving..”

YFN was trying to calm her breathing down, not realising how much she’d been craving Lucy all day. “Oh?” She said a little breathless.

“I have 2 more nights with you, and I plan on spending every second I can loving you.”

YFN groaned a little. “Luce?”

“Little one?”

“I need you to get us home right now.. I really need you.”

It was Lucy’s time to groan. “Fuck sake.” She said as she fought with her lust. She began kneading her thigh, enjoying the feeling of her.

“Ho…how far away are we?” YFN asked, almost shaking.

“About 20 minutes.”

“Okay.” She whispered, looking at the time.

They both restrained, hoping the other would break first. Another minute passed in silence, but it felt like 10. YFN uncrossed her legs and Lucy took advantage. Her fingers found and rubbed that sensitive spot through her pants and YFN whimpered, leaning back into the seat. She could feel herself turning into a wet mess. Lucy rubbed her like she owned her, unashamedly. She let herself take a few glances over at her girlfriend unfolding on the passenger seat. YFN made the mistake of checking the time again. Another minute had passed. 17 to go.

“Ah, Luce I can’t do this.”

Lucy's fingers paused, a little worried at the wording. She looked at YFN who was staring at her, breathless and all wound up on the passenger seat, her pupils dilated. The sight was distracting and she almost forgot she was driving.

“Luce.. I need you to pull over please.”

Lucy found an empty car park as quick as she could, barely able to put the car in park and turn the lights off before YFN was climbing onto her. Lucy grabbed her, pulling her down onto her. She moved the seat back as far as she could and their lips crashed together. YFN’s hands tangled in her hair, their tongues meeting almost immediately. They managed to speak between kisses.

“I.. I need you.”

“I know, little one. Let’s take the edge off and then we’ll finish at home, okay?”

“Yes please. Need you..” Her lips broke away and Lucy’s mouth was on her neck, sucking, kissing, licking, marking where she could. She moaned, her head tilting back slightly as she looked around. “No one will see us?”

Lucy’s head broke away from her neck. “No, my love. I’d never let anyone see you like that. That’s all mine. Now take your pants off.”

YFN did was she was told, hurriedly wriggling her pants low enough for Lucy to have the access she needed.

“Oh god, you’re so wet. All for me?”

“All because of you.” YFN gasped at the feel of Lucy’s fingers teasing the outside, just far enough in to feel her wet excitement. She grabbed Lucy’s hand impatiently and brought it to her mouth, sucking her wetness from her fingers. Lucy’s eyes darkened as she watched her girlfriend suck and then push her hand back down into her pants. “Lucy. Fuck me.”

She barely managed to finish that statement before Lucy’s fingers were thrust into her. Her body jerked and a surprised cry came out of her. Lucy didn’t wait any longer, her fingers thrusting in and out of her girlfriend with an eagerness. YFN let her breathy whimpers be known, her head finding Lucy’s shoulder as she began to meet her thrusts with her own so that Lucy’s fingers were going knuckle deep.

“Fuck you’re so sexy.”

“I…I can’t wait… for home.”

“You are my home.”

YFN lifted her head far enough to meet Lucy’s eyes. At that eye contact, and those words, she started to fall apart, feeling herself tightening around Lucy’s fingers, dripping over her hand.

“Fuck…fuck Luce… fuck me. Please don’t stop. Please.. I need you.” Her head fell to her shoulder again as she came, shaking and clenching so hard that Lucy had to work to keep her fingers fucking upwards into her. YFN’s body froze, clenched tight, breathing stopped as her orgasm rushed through her, taking with it some of the stress from the day.

She came down eventually, softening in Lucy’s arms. Her hand slid down to the outside of Lucy’s pants where she could also feel her excitement. So hot and ready.

“No.” Lucy said, taking her hand up to kiss it. “I can last until home now if we're quick.”

YFN wriggled her pants back up over her hips, her underwear sticking to her wetness, as Lucy sucked her fingers dry, seemingly enjoying the taste. She helped her girlfriend back into the passenger seat and clipped the seatbelt in before they were on the road again.

They smashed their way through the front door, hanging off of each other. YFN took Lucy’s lip in her mouth, biting and pulling. Lucy groaned and closed the door, locking it. She bent down with one hand to lift her girlfriend up partially, slamming her against the wall of the entrance. Her other hand dumped the keys onto the table before YFN pushed Lucy backwards into the opposite wall, further up the hall. They were grabbing and kissing anywhere and everywhere, clothes disappearing as they went. Somehow they made it to the bedroom, now naked. YFN tackled Lucy onto the bed, and as their tongues fought and Lucy’s hands explored, YFN’s hands went down to find Lucy. She was determined to get her back after the car. She was dripping, so incredibly wet and ready. As she found her clit, Lucy’s body automatically spread her legs to give her better access. She was worried that Lucy would push her away, but she was so worked up that she let herself be put in that vulnerable position. She played with her clit just the way she liked it, enjoying Lucy’s moaning and whimpering. Then she decided to risk it and move further down, her fingers circling around her hole. She’d never been inside her besides her tongue, and wondered if she’d ever had that.

“Is this okay?” She whispered breathlessly against Lucy’s lips.

Lucy thought for a few seconds before she nodded, a little hesitantly. This was new to her.

YFN was slow and gentle, entering one finger. Lucy’s body shuddered and she whimpered against her mouth.

“Okay?”

She nodded again. YFN began a slow movement, in and out. Lucy’s body automatically moved to match the thrusts and her insides grew more used to the feeling. YFN wanted to push it even more as she slipped another finger in. Lucy groaned, her back arching as she accepted it. She was so tight and so, so wet. YFN found that g-spot and matched her thrusts to curl her fingers up into that sensitive spot. Lucy came so close to falling apart but YFN wanted even more. Lucy deserved it. She paused her fucking for a few seconds as she worked her mouth down Lucy’s body to between her legs. Her mouth found her clit and sucked as her fingers began moving again. Lucy was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t control her wriggling, or the noises coming from her mouth.

“I don’t… I don’t.. I can’t…”

YFN let her mouth stop briefly to respond. “You can. You will.” Her mouth got back to work with a determination no one could stop. She wanted Lucy to fall apart under her. She wanted her to experience that blended orgasm.

She managed to time it just right, changing her stimulation of her clit and g-spot multiple times so that they became stimulated at the same rate. Once both were close, she increased the pace of her tongue, and her fingers, driving them both to the edge. Lucy was in pieces, not knowing what to do. One hand gripped the bed so hard, it almost tore a hole in the sheet. The other hand found YFN’s spare one, their fingers tangling and Lucy gripping as tight as she could.

“Ah…ah! Yes… yes.. fuck! Oh fuck! Don’t stop. Please don’t..stop…ah!”

She came so hard that her body locked up to the point where YFN couldn’t physically move her fingers inside of her and so she kept stimulating with her tongue to drag out the orgasm, enjoying the feeling of Lucy’s wetness drowning her face. Lucy was breathlessly whimpering loudly, her voice crying out with the strength of her blended orgasm. Her thighs had tightened around YFN’s head as she shuddered with pleasure and it hurt her wound a little, but she’d never say anything.

She brought Lucy’s down as gently as she could, her shuddering slowing to a shake, and then nothing. She was limp, worn out, never having experienced something like that in her life. YFN lifted herself up, wiping her face and looking at the patch on the bed, hoping Lucy wouldn’t be embarrassed. She wasn’t. It only took her a few seconds to recover and she was back up again, grabbing YFN and flipping her over.

“Your turn.” She said, back to dominant Lucy.

YFN didn’t need any foreplay, her fucking Lucy had been more than enough to turn her on. So much so that she almost came from the feeling of Lucy’s orgasms. Lucy sucked her nipples and worked her tongue down her body until she was between the Australian’s legs, cleaning up that horny excitement she’d caused. She loved this, letting herself groan with pleasure as she ate her out.

“Fuuuuck, L..Luce. I love your mouth.”

Lucy didn’t respond, she just grunted into her, continuing her work. YFN couldn’t help herself squirming, her fingers kneading Lucy’s hair as her back arched and hips ground themselves into her mouth.

“Argh fuck you taste good.” Lucy groaned into her, not bothering to lift her head. Her breath blew onto her clit, making her body spasm. She noticed and did it again, blowing lightly onto her clit with purpose. YFN felt herself almost lose all shred of dignity she had left, suddenly feeling empty and needing her girlfriend inside of her.

Lucy must have seen this in her eyes because she lifted herself up, sliding her lips and body against hers until their lips connected needily.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll get the strap.”

Lucy wasn’t gone for long before she was back, strapped up and looking dangerous. Like she was about to break her in two. Her soft Luce, the one who hooked her pinky around hers, who gently caressed her face and placed tender kisses on her forehead just before they slept…. about to fuck her into the bed.

“On your knees.”

YFN shivered and did as she was told, rolling over onto her knees, offering herself. Lucy knelt on the bed behind her, ignoring her knee, and leant forward, pushing her upper body into the bed. Yes. She loved this. This is exactly what she wanted. And even better, she didn’t have to explain to Lucy. Because they needed the same thing.

Lucy lined up and wet the tip, dragging it up and down, circling it about her clit before she pushed it inside of her painfully slow. YFN moaned at every inch she took until Lucy’s hips met her.

“Good girl.” Lucy said, leaning down and kissing her back. “Remember, the safe word is pineapples.”

YFN couldn’t respond before Lucy was driving in and out of her. She rested some of her weight on the bed, and the rest of her weight on the hand placed on her upper back, holding her down to the bed. The feeling was… fucking incredible. YFN had never been in a relationship where they hadn’t thought it was weird that she wanted this, that she needed this. She took every single thrust with a whimper, a moan, a cry of ecstasy. Lucy realised how much she was enjoying it and took up a pace that was faster, harder, and fucking relentless. There was no stopping. No breaks. No slowing down or edging. There was only the feral drive of her strap into her little Australian, the wet fucking sounds and cries of ecstasy resonating around the room. Fuck, she was taking it well.

As she got close, her cries became higher in pitch and Lucy was dripping with sweat and excitement. She was also close. She fucked hard, ignoring the pain in her knee, and as they came to their final edge, Lucy put both hands on her upper back, holding her down hard as she fucked her into her orgasm. YFN yelled a muffled cry into the pillow, her back arching harder as she came, Lucy orgasming soon after, her eyes squeezed shut and the artery in her neck popping out as she forced her thrusts to slow down and drag it out.

They both finished and Lucy shuddered, collapsing on the bed next to YFN, absolutely spent. They laid like that for a while, regaining their breath and shivering from the stimulation overload.

YFN eventually managed move her head to the other side to look at Lucy. As soon as they saw each other, they reached for each other.

“Come with me to Spain.” Lucy begged.

[katebishopsbaefy]

Whatever You Say

pairing: kate bishop x reader (can kind of be read as platonic but there's a couple of things that imply romantic stuff)

summary: you have a nightmare and kate helps you feel better🥰😋

warnings: nightmares, like one swear word, kate is pretty dorky

word count: 1163

notes: hey everyone i said i would make this like a month ago or something but i did not have time and really i didnt have time now either because i have SO MUCH homework that is so much writing but this is more fun😊 anyway im literally in love with her no joke shes so pretty living up to my username woooooohooooooo also also also i wrote this so late at night i am so tired but i was on a writing spree and i ran it through grammarly so i think its probably mostly fine but either way ignore any spelling or grammar issues pretty please😁

Shaking and sweating, your body jolts awake with the force of your nightmare. Eyes flying open, heavy breaths, eventually gaining enough consciousness to notice the tight grip on your sheets you hadn’t realized you had. With a quick glance at your phone, the numbers glow 3:43.  You rub your eyes and sit up, hands coming away wet with tears you hadn’t realized had fallen. The darkness of your room threatened to consume you.

You’d been staying at the Avengers compound recently. Since you had some time off of school, you figured it would be nice to spend time with everyone. Your room was next to Kate’s, and you knew for a fact she would be awake playing video games. Desperately needing to get out of your room, you make your way over to the door. Really you just wanted to see her. Really you just needed to be near her.

Light showed from the bottom of her door, signaling she was still awake like you predicted. You knock quietly on her door after wiping your face one more time, and after a quick “Yeah?” from the other side, you squeeze through the door into Kate’s room. She knew it was you without having to look.

“Hey,” she says, not looking up from her computer, “why are you up so late?”

You try to reply, but all that comes out is a choke and a sniff.

Her head jerks in your direction at the sound, worry immediately lacing her features as she looks over your tear-stained face. You quickly make your way over to her sitting figure and stand between her legs. She pauses her game, gently taking your hands into hers and squeezing them to reassure you that you’re okay. One hand reaches up to wipe away your tears as she stands out of her chair. You lean your face into her hand, your body into hers. She moves her arms to wrap around your shaking shoulders and you bury your face in her neck.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, rubbing your back. You let out another quiet sob into her shoulder and cling tighter to her hoodie, shaking your head.

It’s quiet for a couple of minutes before she speaks up again. “Nightmare?” she says even quieter than before. Your eyes squeeze shut and you nod. This time her grip on you tightens. “It’s okay, I got you.”

You pull away and wipe your eyes on your sleeve once you calm down a little. “Sorry for coming in here so late. You can go back to your game, I’m sorry,” you say quietly, making a move to leave.

“Hey, no, don’t do that,” Kate pulls you back before you can get too far. “What can I do to help?” she asks genuinely. As you gaze at her through puffy eyes, she takes your hand again. 

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” you whisper so quietly she almost doesn’t hear you. Thankfully she does, though, and smiles so softly at you that you think you might melt. You’re unable to see the light pink color that tints her cheeks because of the darkness at the suggestion. You know if it wasn’t so late she might’ve started rambling nervously, which you always thought was cute, but you appreciated the softness and sincerity radiating off of her at the moment. 

“Whatever you want. Let me shut off my stuff and then I’ll come with you,” she turns to turn off her game.

“No, you don’t have to. It’s okay. You should finish your game. I’m okay, really,” you tell her. You feel bad for interrupting her alone time, and all you really need is the company. Watching her play her game and sitting on her bed sounded perfect.

“Are you sure? I don’t have to, it’s not a big deal,” she replies.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I just need to be near someone.”

“Okay,” she smiles at you and kisses your cheek, “I’ll try not to take too long.”

She sits back down, continuing where she left off. You plop yourself onto her bed and get comfy under the covers. You move in a position so you can see her character over her shoulder. Watching the screen intently, you notice something she misses.

“Kate, there’s a thing behind you,” you point out. You don’t exactly know what it is, but you feel like you should probably point it out.

“Huh?” she questions under her breath, turning her character around. “Oh shit,” she says louder this time, quickly shooting the guy in the face. Apparently, that wins the level for her, and the screen changes. She spins her chair around to face you lying on the bed, smiling. “Thanks for the heads up.”

You smile back. “No problem. Are you done now?”

“Yeah,” she replies, shutting off her computer. She quickly makes her way over, jumping clean over you to the other side of the bed. It makes both you and her bounce on the bed, the whole thing shaking with the sudden movement.

“That was unnecessary,” you giggle, snuggling closer to her.

“Quicker than walking,” she puts her arm around your shoulder, resting your head on her collarbone. She kisses your head very gently. “Less scary, too. Monsters can’t grab your feet if there are no feet to grab,” she shrugs.

“Whatever you say.”

You yawn as Kate starts to rub your back through your shirt, knowing it helps you sleep. She watches you try to fight sleep, moving her hand under the fabric to brush her fingers over your bare skin. “Sleepy?” she asks.

“No.” You force your eyes to open again. You’re tired but don't want to have another nightmare. 

It’s silent for a minute. “Do you want to talk about it?” Kate asks quietly. She feels your grip on her shirt tighten a little and decides to rest her free hand on yours, rubbing circles on both it and your back. She knows the answer before it leaves your mouth, before you even have time to think about it. “We don’t have to. I just want to help you feel better.”

“I do feel better,” you say. And you do feel better with her, but you’re not sure if you feel up to going back to sleep.

“Are you sure?” You nod. “Okay. If you wanna sleep, I’ll be here the whole time. I can fight off any bad dreams. See these muscles?” She flexes her arm a little bit and taps the side of your head. “Don’t even worry about it, I got you. I’ll just punch ‘em in the face.”

You giggle at her antics. Usually, you’d tell her she’s cheesy or not as ripped as she thinks she is, but you’re too sleepy to mess with her.

“Whatever you say, Katie.” 

You fall asleep not even five minutes later. Kate shifts a little to flick off the light and pulls the blanket up further, fully intent on keeping her word.

You don't have another nightmare for the rest of the night.

[muav99]

GAMER BOY Drabble🎮 🤭

Boyfriend felix, felix x reader, switch reader, teasing, soft dom felix, PinV

(Unedited)

Its a Monday night and Felix is finally off work!

You want just one night to spend with your man. But of course, he’s playing a video game with the boys. Probably Genshin if you had to guess.

All you want is attention and all his attention is on winning the game

But you have a cliche but smart plan obviously

Step 1. See what he’s up to

You open the door to your room and he’s sitting there in the dark with his little blue light on playing Genshin.

“My cute little nerd” you think.

“Hey baby whatcha doin?” You ask walking over to him

He peeks his head up from the monitor and smiles

“Hey baby just playing with the boys i’ll be done soon kay?” He says sweetly pecking you on the lips

“Mhm” you reply

Step 2. See what he’s paying attention to

Again cliche but you’re pretty sure it’ll work.

You have this gorgeous night dress thats real short, pink satin, lace flower bodice, open back. Its his and your favorite.

You put it on open the door again

You walk over to him pecking him on the cheek and then go to rest on the couch behind him

He turns around for a brief moment and smiles but goes back to the game

“He’s completely oblivious” you think and huff quietly to yourself

You play on your phone kind of watching him for a bit in hopes of a realization or even a glance from your boy. But nothing. He hasn’t even looked your way.

Fine. Now its time for phase 3

Step 3. Get down and dirty

You walk over to felix and he pushes his headphones to the side of his head

“Hey gorgeous I’m almost done I promise I…”

You start rubbing your hands all over his shoulders and exposed neck. Tracing your fingers on his upper half. Doe eyes in full effect

“I…..um….Im almost done baby I swear” he pleads quietly

You ignore him of course

He puts his headphones attempting to stay focused on the game

He can try but it won’t last

You move his chair backwards a bit and find a comfortable spot on his lap

He wraps his arms around you and continues playing with his head on your shoulder

“You wanna play too y/n?” He looks at you with a cocked brow

“Yeah sure!” you say innocently

He begins to teach you the controls and showing you the ropes

No playing the game isn’t your plan. Playing with him is.

You slightly bounce on him “excited about the game”

His breath hitches slightly but motivates you to keep playing

“You’re…….a natural babe” he says softly

“Thank you” you spin around to face him as an excuse to roll your hips

He may not be saying it but he’s paying attention now. You can feel it. Literally.

Poor guy is throbbing and hard under you

Time for more, he’s gotta give in soon

You adjust yourself frequently acting uncomfortable and you apologize frequently, being so sorry you aren’t finding the right spot to sit

At this point he knows what you’re doing.

The game is completely out of his mind now, and he’s fully focused on how you feel.

He grips your hips with his hands and squeeze harshly

You gasp slightly trying to keep up with the game

“You seem distracted you ok babe?” He asks you speaking breathily in your ear

No. He will not turn this on you. You’re too bratty for that.

“I think im gunna win felix” you say looking back at him

“Oh yeah?…”

“Yeah” you reply rocking your hips back and forth and side to side

His face collapses in your neck absolutely gone. He cant take it anymore. Its too much. He needs you now.

“You’re such a naughty girl you know that?” He groans into your ear voice dropping

You whimper

He lifts your skimpy night dress and pulls your panties to the side.

“Stand up” he tells you demanding

Oh he’s serious now. Oops

You stand up and watch as he pulls his boxers and sweats down to his knees

Now this. Is the attention you wanted.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to sit?” He asks staring into your soul with his dark lusty brown eyes

“Oh so now you’re talking to me again thats nice” you chuckle

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him

“You got what you wanted hmm?” He remarks

“I did” you peck him on the lips and turn around

He lines himself up with you and slowly eases you down on him

You’re slowly easing down taking him inch by inch

“God ur so fucking wet” he cries

You moan finally fully sitting on his lap

His hands grab on to your thighs and squeeze tight

“Move” he begs

You start moving up and down and up and down. His hands controlling your hips now

You both moan in pleasure

He whimpers loudly leaning into the crook of your neck. His hips thrusting up for more

“You feel so good baby” he moans deeply in your ear

“I’ll…..pay more…..attention to….you im….sorry…”

“Im…..sorry I teased…..you” you cry out hitting your high

“Felix more” you scream

You both are circling and thrusting into each other hitting that one spot

The sound of the leather chair squeaking for the whole house to hear

He reaches down and rubs on your clit and he bites his teeth down on your neck

“Felix FELIX” you scream reaching your O

loud screaming, skin slapping, what a show this would be

He squeezes your breasts and you both finish

You both pant trying to catch your breath as you pull out of him

“That……was so hot” felix says looking at you running his fingers through his sweaty hair

You chuckle

He stands up “you know I love you y/n, i’ll make time for both okay?” He kisses you on the forehead

You smile

“Lets get all cleaned up now hm?” He suggests grabbing your hand

“Felix wait” you say covering your mouth with your hand

“What??” He asks worried and puts his hands on your shoulders

“I think you left the mic on”……

Hehe hope you enjoyed!!! I wrote this on the airplane lmao I was beyond bored ❤️

[bb-eilish]

tomorrow x together - getting walked in on

pairings; tomorrow by together x f!reader

warnings; cockwarming, exhibitionism, dirty talk, pet names, kissing, getting caught but not really, guilt

yeonjun; has the literal biggest smirk on his face, to the point where the others are suspicious.

As of right now you’re sitting on his lap, skirt flipped up and panties pulled to the side while his cock is stuffed nicely inside of you. A video game controller is nestled in his hands as he plays a round of apex. The occasional jolt of his hips has whimper after whimper leaving you, and even if nobody else is home you still have worry written all over your face.

“Relax, baby. No one is here, nobody gets to see this cute little pussy get stuffed with my cock. What a shame, honestly” His sinful words whispered into your ear has you clenching around him greedily. Despite them being horny, what he said calmed your nerves.

That is until the front swings open and 4 guys walk in, Yeonjun is quick to flip down and smooth out your skirt so it just looks like you’re sitting on him. He knows your face is devoid of color right now, the way your fists are gripping his thighs is a clear giveaway

“Can I play next round, hyung?” Beomgyu asks from over both of your shoulders. The younger completely unaware of your predicament. Yeonjun agrees as the others migrate to the living room, you’re screwed. How are you supposed to get up without anyone noticing? Are you just stuck here now?

As the man under you passes the controller, he leans back against the couch, hands propped up under his head. The sly smirk on his face as he watches your form try not to squirm too much has him throbbing inside of you. He eyes the men around him and lays a hand on your waist, grinding up into you subtly.

The gasp you try and cover with a cough has eyes shooting to you and Yeonjun as he hotly laughs at you, an evil idea coming to mind.

“Y/n”

“Y-yes”

“Can you get me some water?”

“w-what?”

soobin; nervous but really into it, like he’s trying not to come inside you, it’s taking everything in him not to move.

“Here, ride me” He mutters while laying back on the couch, head resting on the arm rest. The view of your pouty face frantically trying to unbutton his pants and slip down his briefs has his ego steadily rising. You look so fucked out already and you haven’t even been filled yet.

A throaty whine leaves your throat as you sink on him and his brain short circuits.

The small tank top you’re wearing doing little to hide your breasts that are currently bouncing in his face as you chase your, previously denied, orgasm.

“Soobin, I need your opinion on this” He hears Yeonjun say from the hallway, panic shoots through both of you as you grip a blanket to cover yourselves and he pushes you down to fully lay on him. He can hear the elder getting closer but all he can concentrate on his how tight you’re clenching around him.

“Oh, hey, Y/n. Soobin, should I buy this belt?” He shows you his phone screen, an expensive looking black studded belt on it. “Or this one?” He swipes and a beige belt of the same style appears.

“The black one I can use more but the beige one could make certain outfits really pop, yknow?” A look of thought comes over his features as he swipes back and forth between the two.

If Soobin is honest, he can’t focus on anything Yeonjun is showing him, he digs his heels into the couch to try not to snap his hips into you, his entire being yells at him just to move a little but he knows he shouldn’t.

“W-well, uh, the black one”

You can’t help but eye the vein that’s now very obvious going up his neck as he tries his best to control himself infront of Yeonjun. As he gazes at his phone again you trace the vein with your tongue and almost loudly moan at the, now, very tight grip he has on you.

“Good choice, thanks” As he trails back to his room, not even a second later Soobin grips your ass and pushes you downward to meet his desperate thrust.

beomgyu; Wants to get caught and knows you want it too. Will literally start fucking you in front of the others.

A movie plays in the background, what’s it about? You’re not sure, you’re a bit occupied with your boyfriend propping up your leg and grinding his tip through your slit. He’s settled behind you while you’re both laying on your sides on the couch, facing the tv.

“Beomgyu no teasing” you whine, pushing back into him. The puffs of air from him on your neck has goosebumps sprouting as he pushes into you. He smiles and nibbles on his lip at the squelching noise that sounds from you, he always loves how ready you are for him.

The relieved moan that leaves you is covered by your boyfriends hand as a half awake Soobin stumbles out of his room. Beomgyu is quick to throw a blanket over the both of you mainly for your sake, he really doesn’t mind being watched

The elder throws himself on the chair next to you and leans back, grabbing the remote to flip through streaming services, groggily. Beomgyu doesn’t seem to care as he shallowly rolls his hips into your ass.

The fact that Soobin is a few feet from you, totallly unaware of what’s going on, has you clenching around beomgyu. The feeling of his smirk on the back of your neck is present afterward.

“You like this, huh? You like being a whore infront of my friends?” He hotly whispers into your ear.

You pant and grip his thigh behind you in response. The hand covering your mouth drifts down to the hem of your shirt, his warm hand slides up your flushed torso and lands on your nipples. The first pinch rips a choked moan from you, and the second has the neediness sinking into your bones.

Soobin is not even fully awake, you convince yourself he won’t even know. Grinding back into Beomgyu you seek out his free hand to guide in between your legs.

taehyun; not phased at all, yea you might be filled with his cock at the moment and Kai has wandered into the living room, but who cares? Honestly he’d probably try and get you to come around him.

You’re sitting on his lap, facing him as a teasing smirk graces his face.

“Can’t you just fuck me, Tae?” You plead as he grips your hips and presses into you. Words die on your tongue as your head lawls into his shoulder at the stretch. He sighs and answers, “Nope, get comfortable, Angel” as he grabs a blanket to wrap you both in. He loves doing this to you, especially when he acts like he’s getting comfortable and pushes into you more “accidentally”.

Earlier today he wasn’t too fond of you getting a little too close with Kai, he trusts you both but it’s an excuse to have you like this.

He caresses your hair as the front door opens and Kai’s “I’m home” meets his ears. He knows you’re gonna panic and try and get up but he’s having none of that. “Don’t even try and get up” he murmurs into your ear.

A look of panic shoots to your face and you plead with him non-verbally, but he doesn’t crack.

“Hey, Kai, where were you?”

You sigh as they both converse while you wallow in your pouty-ness. But, a hand sneaks down and pinches your clit, nails dig into his back as you desperately try and keep down any noises.

“Is she asleep?”

“Yea, she’s been out for a few minutes” He lies as he continues messing with you, heat pools into your abdomen again as he gets you off. His thumb harshly presses into you as you bite the juncture of his neck, which has him stuttering out his words.

He did not like that and only lets you know the second you’re about to come. The heat is sizzling in your core and you honestly don’t care about Kai behind you as the pleasure is milliseconds away from taking over, but, he stops. He pulls his fingers away and keeps talking to the youngest like nothing happened.

Once Kai has disappeared into another room, Taehyun is quick to reprimand you, a firm grip on your jaw and a pointed look in his eyes. “I didn’t want to punish you anymore, but you never learn, hm?”

hyuka; literally feels so guilty, even more guilty that he kinda likes it. He’s conflicted honestly

“Are you sure, Kai? When did you say they’d be back?” You ask warily, sure you were in the privacy of his room and nobody was home but you were still worried. As he pushes down your pants and sets you on top of him he answers, “An hour, that’s plenty of time” He hums against the back of your neck, the simple touches have all complaints dying on your tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so wet” he moans as a of couple fingers dip into your underwear, it’s not long before they’re plucked off of you. One hand rests on your hip as the other guides himself inside, you know you agreed to this but the want for him to move has your shoulders sagging.

“What’s the matter, hm? Want me to move?” His tone is condescending as you whine in response.

“That’s just too bad, what movie shall we watch, Sweetheart?” He pulls the covers over you and leans against the headrest, remote in hand. “What about-”

“Kai, we brought dinner. You want some?” Taehyun, who has just swung open the door, asks. His eyebrows shoot up at the similar look you’re both giving him. “Uh, yea, I think i’m just gonna eat in here” He clears his throat self soothingly.

As Taehyun leaves, your shoulders drop in relief and you hope nobody else decides to visit. Kai thinks a tad differently, the initial panic had made him that much harder, guilt pings at his heart at the admittance. A part of him wishes someone else would come in, which makes him honestly feel worse.

And, of course, it’s now Soobin who walks in; hands full of food containers for you both. As his friend places the food on his nightstand he throbs inside of you, he shakily nods at Soobin as a thank you and as soon as the door closes he’s gripping you tightly, flipping you both over.

“Looks like you’re getting what you wanted after all”

____________________

[hockeybabe]

Can you write something about Quinn? Idc if it’s steamy or fluff. I just need himmmm 😩😂

Hockey Jersey||𝘘. 𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x f!reader

Summary: You and Quinn can’t exactly get along until you show up at a game of his wearing his jersey.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, jersey sex, oral (f!receiving), penetration (p in v), dirty talk, toys, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), car sex, multiple orgasm, kinda kinky ngl

Requested: technically yes

Note: more smut 🫢. I feel like I can’t write smut at all.

Being really good friends with the Hughes family was amazing. Our parent went to high school together and something years later had children. I was an only child while three Hughes’ were born.

There’s Luke, a total sweetheart but secretly a nerd for the most random shit I’ve ever heard of. And plays for Michigan.

Jack, a softy and sucks at video games. But he’s also my best friend and constantly explains to me that Quinn and I are meant to be.

But Quinn, he hates my guts. I hate him to, we never clicked. Total opposites. When we’d play hockey in their backyard he’d purposely make me trip over my own feet.

But Jacks right, I do purposely try on get Quinn’s nerves. I have the love hate relationship with him. So getting him riled up turns me on. Like a lot.

Therefore, tonight is the night. I bought Quinn’s jersey not too long ago just so I could wear it tonight at his game against Pittsburg. One thing Quinn always told me was that if I ever wore his jersey he’d go ballistic.

I pull the jersey over my head and let it fall to my mid thigh. Let’s not forget the royal blue lingerie I have underneath to match his jersey. I grab my phone, key and wallet, heading to my car, driving to the game.

To make things a little more interesting, I bought a ticket right behind Vancouvers bench meaning he’d see me and his jersey right away. Once I got there I did everything a fan would do and head to my seat.

Soon the guys start running out of the tunnel, practicing and standing for the national anthem. Quinn wasn’t on the first line so he was on the bench. As Quinn skates towards the bench he catches my eye. My panties dampen when he’s jaw clenches.

During the entire game, Quinn would consistently. He’s eyes grow darker each time. “Wait by your car after the game.” He mouths, I can’t tell of he’s angry or not. I mean his team is losing pretty badly.

Angry sex?

Ummm, yes.

Before the game even ends I chose to leave early not wanting to get caught up in the crowd. By the time I make it to my car, I see fans piling the streets. My cars parked at a back entrance where no fucking cars are seen.

So if Quinn wants to get lucky, hopefully. Then he should walk out the back entrance. Leaning on my car, I hear the door open and walking out is Quinn mother fucking Hughes.

“Get in the car.” He orders, pointing towards the passenger side. “You see, my car means I drive.” I say, tilting my head to the side. Quinn laughs looking to the side the back at me, “You wanna be a good fucking girl, get in the car and give me the keys.” My legs clamp together at my soaked panties.

I drop the keys into his hand and walk around the car to the passenger side. As Quinn starts driving along the road, I put my hand into my coat pocket pressing on the remote to go higher.

A shiver runs up my spine as the vibrations start doing its work, slowly I start to whimper and groan. “What the fuck are you-“ Quinn turns his head off the road and to me and my hand.

“Jesus, fuck.” He says under his breath, Quinn pulls into a parking garage and parks the car into a random spot with no car in sight. “Get in the back.” Quinn demands.

I click the remote once more, flinging my hand to grip Quinn’s jacket, “Fuck, Quinn, ah ah, Quinn.” I breathe out. Quinn grabs the remote from my hand and shuts it off. “You want to fucking come, get in the back.” He says lowly, with my chin in his hand.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, manoeuvring to the backseat and lay down on the seat. “I’ve had a really bad day princess, so be a good fucking girl and take off you pants.” Quinn says towering over me.

I start pulling down the waistband of my pants down with the help of Quinn. “God, I’m going to fuck you with this on.” He grunts into my ear, running his hands over the jersey.

Quinn’s hands travel down to the front of my panties slipping his hand and pulls the vibrator out. “Just couldn’t wait, you just had to be a needy slut. You just wanted the attention.” He teases sliming the outline of my pussy.

“Quinn, please, do something.” I plea, as he places peppered kisses along my neck and his hands needing my breasts. “What do you want, use your words.” He murmured into my neck. “I-I want you-you to use the toy.” I respond out of breath.

“Where? Where do you want the toy?” He asks, it’s so hot in here I wouldn’t be surprised if the windows were steamed over. “My pussy. My pussy.” I tell him, he trails the toy up my thighs right to my bud.

I shudder in his hands feeling the buzzing at such a high level. “Quinn! Quinn! Oh my tucking god, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I pant out feeling my release combing close. “I love this fucking set.” He tells me, moving his free hand to the band of my panties. “I hope you don’t mind.” Quinn rips my panties without my response.

“You’re getting me more.” I whisper, arching my back. “I’ll buy you however many you want.” He says teasing his pointer finger to my hole, pushing it in ever so slowly. I moan loudly pleasing him too just do it.

Quinn slowly pushes his one finger in, finding a rhythm. He continues his assault on my pussy overstimulating it at max. To add more pleasure he removes the toy with a whine from me and replaces it with his tongue. “So fucking sweet.” His words vibrate in my pussy causing my climax.

I call his name over and over again, griping his hair closer to my pussy as he licks me clean. “Taste yourself.” He demands, sticking my tongue out, I suck his fingers. “What a slut, sucking my fingers like a whore.” He shoves his fingers deeper causing me to gag on them.

Picking me up, he places me onto his lap right above his dick. “You have your clothes on still.” I whine, trying to peel his shirt off. When Quinn notices my struggle he helps me out and does the same to the jersey and my bra.

I’m fully naked in front of someone I’m supposed to hate, “One more.” I tell him, “One more.” He confirms, he taps my thigh telling me to lift up. Quinn quickly pulls of his khaki pants and boxers, bring me back down and grinds into my pussy.

“Quinn please, do it please,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck, when he wraps his around my body. Bringing my closer he settles me down on his cock, allowing me to take every inch of him.

“Fuck.” We moan together, picking up the pace I start rocking until my legs buck. Quinn take is as his cue to grip my hips and slam me up and down his cock roughly.

“Quinn I’m so close, I’m so close.” I tell him. “Come.” He orders, on cue I do so. Milking his cock from balls to tip. He lifts me up resting me right as his knees as he grabs tissues to clean up.

Once he’s done he puts his boxers on and his shirt on me, laying me on he bare chest. I trace random patterns on his chest neither of us saying a word just embracing each other in silence.

[kianaflame23]

Final Fantasy XVI Clive Rosfield sfw and n*fw headcanons

Summary: Decided to write this because I'm bored and still hype for FFXVI! Finally able to pre-ordered deluxe edition. The State of Play FFXVI video was AMAZING! I LOVE IT! Hoping to buy PS5 before June 22nd!

NO MINORS! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO! ONLY 🔞!

I JUST LOVE CLIVE ROSFIELD! I'll do my best to write him more after the game is out! Enjoy reading it and hope you have a nice morning/day/night! ✨️

You know he's serious and does not like PDA. Clive is very affectionate when you are alone with him though. However, he will hold your hand while traveling together with the group.

Do not attempt to flirt anyone in front of him, you'll get your "punishment" if you don't pay attention to him or keep ignoring him.

Good luck on trying to calm him down as he decides to take you back to Cid's Hideaway, fucking you with such frustration and anger until you are filled with his cum. Most likely won't speak with you until he is ready to talk.

You need to remind him that you were just teasing him and only want him. Yes, he is a serious man and doesn't show his emotions, however, he'll be disappointed and heartbroken if you are using him for games and all...

Depending on your answer, Clive will forgive you. Giving you kisses and cuddles, feeling sorry for his intense behavior. Asking you if he was too rough on you... If he sees you crying as you explain about your bad experiences with men. Testing him if he's like those disgusting, cruel men....only craving for your body and nothing else...

Definitely will hate himself for being angry at you, saying "I'm sorry" over and over. Hugging you tightly as he kiss your forehead...

In the end, do not flirt anyone. If someone tries to flirt you or touching you without consent, then they will see true rage once they see Clive approaching them. Him glaring at them as his blue eyes growing cold and filled with hatred. He will kill them for you. A simple "yes" from you and he will do it. If you don't want to see any bloodshed and want to go somewhere safe, then he'll just punched them until they're unconscious. Pulling you closer to him as you leave the place.

Cheating and manipulation is a huge "no" for Clive. You have to be trustworthy and loyal to him if you want to be his lover. If you only care for his body and power, then Clive will NOT speak with you and will leave you. Like I said, he wants to be with someone who loves him and cares for him.

He is very protective of you. Clive will do anything to keep you safe. He'll be surprised, knowing that you'll do the same for him.

Please do praise him as you make love to him, Clive will moan as waves of pleasure and excitement takes over his body. You'll hear his soft whimpers if you keep telling him that you feel good because of him or saying "good boy" while pleasuring him...

He's a switch. Want him to be submissive for you? You can hear his cute moans coming out from his mouth, loving your lust in your eyes. Ready to "destroy" him in the bedroom.

Wear your favorite lipstick and kiss all over his body. Kiss him passionately, as you stroke his cock. Moaning louder as his hand grips the bedsheets, closing his eyes in ecstasy.

Tell him that you REALLY love his buff chest and you'll receive a smug grin on his face. Teasing you in the bed as he talk dirty to your ears...

Clive LOVES suck and lick your sweet flower, using his thumb to touch your clitoris. Allowing you to use his head as his tongue thrusting in and out of your pussy.

He will not admit it but he really love your breasts between his cock. That's right, he's into boobjob. Bonus if you suck his cock as your eyes fixated on his. Making him cum all over your mouth and face.

It is fine if you don't have huge chest. Clive still love you. He'll suck your nipples as he use his fingers on your pussy. Fingering you as he hears your moans.

If you want to try cowgirl position or any sex positions, he will do it. After all, you are his beloved darling.

You are his world, his moonlight...you are everything to him. Clive would like to stay with you forever.

If you tell him everything about your past, he will tell you about his little brother, Joshua, and why he is trying to find The Dominant. He will tell you stories about his childhood. Some memeories are good and some are not so great...Please do hug him. Clive truly deserves happiness. Comfort him too.

He doesn't mind if you aren't lady-like or not. He'll smile when you are with him. Telling you that you're beautiful, vowing that you'll be his wife when everything is over. Saving the world and all. Some day, he'll ask you if you want to be his queen.

If you want to start a family with him, then he'll protect you and the children. Making sure you don't stress yourself and eating properly. Especially if you're pregnant. It's fine if you want to adopted kids and wait until you are ready. He'll support your decision anyways.

For the meantime, he is happy to be with someone who is loving and caring. Supporting him and his decisions, Clive knows that you won't leave him and appreciate your help. Don't forget that he will always love you, protect you and support you.

Bonus ☆

His smile grows wider as he sees you and Torgal getting along, having a good time as you petted Torgal's head. Hearing your giggles cause his heart skip a beat, love and joy in his eyes. His heart practically pounding against his heart as he pulled you and Torgal in a hug, careful to not squeeze you two. He'll never forget this cute moment. Never.

[rqgnarok]

dial drunk - tommy miller

fandom: the last of us (tv show and video game)

wc: 2,703

warnings: alcoholism and mentions of alcohol abuse, drunk character, maybe PTSD? pre-outbreak. no use of specific pronouns. 

summary: tommy calls you in the middle of the night, hammered and asking for a favor.

inspired by noah kahan’s dial drunk. author’s note at the end.

masterlist / ao3 / ko-fi

Tommy knows the drill.

He’s been here enough times to recognize the officer pulling him over, asking after his wife and kids as he steps out of the truck on unsteady feet. He’s all Southern charm and pleasantries as he fails his breath test and is unable to walk in a straight line for the officer to see. 

“Come on, man,” he says, aiming for placating and pretty much landing it. He’s not his mama’s favorite for nothing, getting out of trouble Joel would’ve been grounded over when he was his age with big cow eyes and flimsy excuses. “Paperwork’s shit, right? Lemme make a call and someone will take me off your hands for the night.”

The officer tightens his mouth into a grimace, unconvinced.

“Look, if this gets nowhere then I’ll ride with you nice and quiet,” he bargains with as much honesty as one can convey when being the youngest boy in a nice Catholic Texan family. There aren’t better credentials than those when pleading your innocence. “I’ll even play it up in front of your boss to make you look good, yeah? Just one call, promise.”

Hook, line, and sinker. The officer’s shoulders drop a little and he’s offering his cell phone for Tommy to call. “One call. Then you’re done.”

“Yessir.”  

Tommy grins innocently as best as he can with double the legal limit of alcohol in his blood and a phone between his ear and shoulder. The man stands there with his arms crossed looking like he’d rather be anywhere but bringing his ass in for a DUI at two AM on a Wednesday.

“‘lo?” you call sleepily, finally picking up. Tommy doesn’t restrain his victorious grunt. “...Tommy?”

“Hey, sweets,” he slurs a little, clearing his throat. “Sorry for wakin’ you. I need a favor.”

“Tommy,” you say again, tired. If Tommy were any less drunk, he’d realize it’s not lack of sleep that has you sounding like that. He’s shitfaced and thinking about the monumental kick in the ass waiting for him at home when Joel realizes he hotwired and stole his truck to get a drink at the nearest bar. 

“I know, I know, listen,” he cuts you off before you can say anything else, sneaking a look at the officer’s crossed arms and disappointed stance. “You remember the way to the precinct, right? From last time?”

Last time, when Tommy got into a brawl outside a bar he was not supposed to be in, and accepted your worried fussing with barely concealed annoyance, gripping your wrists and taking your hands off his bruised face. You’d driven him to your place because he’d promised Joel to steer clear of trouble for at least a few months, and his breath still reeked of alcohol by the time you came to pick him up.  

You told him then you weren’t doing this again. But you always say that. And you always come when he calls.

Your moms had grown up together in Texas and were ecstatic about the fact that their two littlest ones would come into the world so close together. You and Tommy were inseparable because the universe had dictated it– and nothing could interfere between you. Not his dad dying when he and Joel were still too young, not Tommy having to repeat fifth grade and no longer sharing a classroom with you, not you going off to college and Tommy joining the army straight out of high school.

But then he came home. And he came home different.

The shit he’d seen overseas was nasty, but that’s not what drove him to drink himself stupid every night. At least that’s what he thinks. Soon his habits began seeing the light of day; vodka mixed in his morning coffee and hidden in a water bottle during lunch with the boys at the construction site. Life became a blur when he was drinking and an agonizingly slow nightmare when he wasn’t.

Joel wasn’t the first to notice but he’d been the first to say something about it. Next time you come to my home reeking of a cheap ass bar in front of my kid I’m kicking your ass out. I’m serious, Tommy. This shit has to stop. 

And Tommy had believed him. So he turned to the next person he knew that would do anything for him. You came home from college despite your dreams to outrun this town, and soon it was your number he had memorized even when his brain called it quits and left him alone in his blackouts.

“I do,” you say, and Tommy’s already thinking about sleeping it off on your sorry excuse of a couch. It’s a slow night, only a couple of drunken bums sleeping off their hangovers in a quaint police station in fucking Arlington, Texas. But Tommy would take your couch any day, even if it means fucking up his back for the rest of the week. “But I’m not coming to get you, Tommy. Call Joel.”

“Sweetheart,” he croons into the phone, low and mellow like he’d talk to pretty girls at parties in high school. The same ones you’d go to only because he begged you to come with, acting like a jealous boyfriend when someone wouldn’t leave you alone. “Please. I’ll pay you back, you know I’m good for it.”

He’d put a possessive arm around your waist, standing behind you and smiling icily at whoever was pestering you. We got a problem here?

There’s silence at the other side of the line, sheets rustling. Tommy can picture you sitting up, phone to your ear, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. 

More like Joel is, but hey. He took the big brother act to heart the second Tommy was born. He’s been bailing him out of shit as long as Tommy’s been alive, why would tonight be any different?

Joel, who’s always told him, first jokingly and then not so much, that you were too good for Tommy. Too smart, too kind, with too much integrity for someone like his little brother. 

The older Miller had taken a liking to you pretty soon after Tommy did; wiping the dirt off scraped knees and your tears from chubby child cheeks after placing a bandaid with gentle, unsure fingers. Giving you a ride when you insisted on walking home, leaving the back door open for you whenever being home got too rough for you. 

That man knew you’d be the best thing to ever happen to his brother in his entire life. Too bad the idiot didn’t realize it, pushing your limits until you couldn’t take it any longer. 

“I’m not bailing you out of jail, Tommy,” you sigh, annoyance creeping over the hesitation in your tone. You were never good at saying no to him, even when you were both in diapers and Tommy wanted your dinosaur plushie so bad he threw a tantrum until his mom took him in her arms. “When I said last time was the last time, I meant it. I’m sick of this shit.”

“Come on,” he scoffs, saying your name in a way he knows you hate, like you’re the one being unreasonable. “I’ll give you a kiss and everything. You still like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck you,” you snap on the other side of the line. He knows you well enough to know what buttons to push. Reminding you of your first kiss is a trick he’s never, never pulled on you before, though. “Don’t fucking say that, don’t use that against me.”

You’d been seventeen and without a date to the prom. The guy you were thinking about asking had laughed in your face when you offhandedly mentioned going together and Tommy had refused to let you sulk alone. He’d climbed into your room through your window and wrapped his arm around you the second your lip wobbled, tears wetting your cheeks.

Tell me who I have to kill, he’d said before you ever told him what was wrong. He’s always been like that, hot-headed and protective, especially when it comes to you. Willing to fight anyone who’s ever slightly wronged you but not realizing when he’s done it himself.

You laughed into his shirt, snotty and miserable as he tightened his grip around you. Come on, sweets, fuck that guy. Like he’s even good enough for you.

You confessed with a burning embarrassment how you’d seen yourself kissing him– more out of the need to get your first kiss over with than actual want– and Tommy’s face had gone through a bunch of complicated emotions before settling on something sweet, shy, resolute. He’d thumbed at your chin thoughtfully, fingers just barely brushing over your bottom lip. 

Tommy had his first kiss when he was thirteen with Amy Hill behind the church his mother dragged them to every Sunday morning, but you’d never seen him that nervous. He failed to look into your eyes as he stuttered out his suggestion. If you wanna get it out of the way then maybe– I don’t know. Why not do it with someone who actually cares about you?

You’d looked at him in scrutiny as if you’d never taken a good look at him before. He self-consciously thought about his fair skin and his freckles, if his hair was still a mess from football practice, and if his breath smelled somewhat okay after having that sandwich for lunch. 

You offerin’, Miller?

Yeah, he’d said instead of something stupid like haven’t you heard? I’m a catch. He murmured bashfully, finally meeting your eyes. Yeah, sweets, I guess I am.

He’d licked his lips and drew a path with his fingers from your temple to behind your ear before cupping the side of your jaw, breath hot. Just– punch me in the face or something if you don’t want to.

You hadn’t. He’d closed the gap between you and you kissed him back slowly, hesitantly, diving back in again after he drew away. He was too short of breath for a chaste kiss that had lasted a couple of seconds, and the second time around his tongue flickered past his lips. Your hands on his shirt tightened in response, a helpless sound leaving your mouth that neither of you had been expecting. 

He hadn’t known about your crush then. Maybe that’s when it first started, some Tuesday night with a kiss in your childhood bedroom, but Tommy doesn’t remember ever becoming aware of it. He just knew, suddenly, and enough things had happened in the in-between from then to now for him to consider using it against you.

His drunken brain thinks differently, though.

“Don’t be like that, sweets,” the nickname had never bothered you before, born out of Tommy watching too many old movies one night the babysitter failed to show up and Joel fell asleep on the couch. You’d never questioned him when he started calling you that, probably liking it a little too much for it to be a friendly thing between you. “You can act all high and mighty next time, alright? Just come pick me up before Joel realizes he ain’t got a ride for work tomorrow mornin’.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you curse vehemently. You haven’t been to church in the years you’ve been back from college, much to your mama’s dismay. “You know what? Whatever. That’s Joel’s problem now, not mine. Call him.”

“I’m asking you for a favor,” he says through gritted teeth, suddenly irritated. His characteristic charm is gone just like that. “Why are you being so fucking difficult?”

“I’m done watching you wreck your life, Tommy,” you say with finality. He scoffs pettily. “I’m not picking up again, tonight or ever. Call Joel.” 

A click. Then nothing.

He says your name and the dial tone laughs back at him. And Tommy–

Tommy can’t actually believe it. He takes the phone off his ear and stares at it, dumbfounded, like looking at it long enough will get you back on the line. 

He hears the officer blow air out his mouth and the evening suddenly comes into sharpening clearness; the cold November air biting at his face, the taste of whiskey in his mouth. His hands are sweating from where he’s gripping his phone, the tag of his jacket is rubbing uncomfortably against the back of his neck. 

You’ve never hung up on him before.

“That it?” the officer asks with the lack of patience that’s characteristic of the night shift. 

“I– what? No, no,” he shakes his head, already dialing again. “Just– just give me a second.”

“Night ain’t young, man,” he grumbles, already reaching for his cuffs. Tommy takes a step back, suddenly out of his depth. “One call. Time’s up.”

“I’ll– I’ll go okay? I’ll go, just let me– let me call again,” the trembling of his fingers has nothing to do with his current state– Tommy feels like every single drop of alcohol has vaporized from his blood and now he’s left cold and in trouble and alone.

Fuck. Fuck, you’d never hung up on him before.

He calls again, once, twice, before the officer finally loses his patience. “Alright, kid. Whoever you’re callin’ they don’t wanna answer. You can have your one phone call at the precinct. Get someone else, though, huh?”

Tommy doesn’t want to. Tommy shouldn’t have to, a sudden rush of self-righteous anger washing over him with enough force to gridlock his entire body with tension. His jaw tightens and teeth grind together, his shoulders straighten into a taunt, painful line, holding onto the phone so tightly it shakes, the shapes of it making indentations on his skin.

How dare you? How fucking dare you? Friends since fucking birth, does that mean nothing to you? Now you’re throwing him away like a fucking dirty rag? 

Call Joel, you had said, and Joel is enough of an asshole to keep Tommy in the can overnight to teach him a lesson, but you? You two have always looked out for each other, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go–

“I don’t have all night, buddy,” the officer gets his hands on him to take back his phone and beckon him to the car. Tommy flails as an automatic response, fighting back against the unwanted touch. But whether he feels like it or not he’s still drunk and in the blink of an eye he’s got his face against the hood of a police car, red and blue lights hurting his eyes, and a tight hand around the back of his neck keeping him somewhat still. 

The officer mumbles something about Tommy causing more trouble than he’s worth and ain’t that a popular opinion tonight? “You’re gonna cause yourself any more trouble, son?”

Tommy snorts. Son, like the guy’s not just a couple of years older than him. He’s pretty sure they crossed paths once or a hundred times back in high school. 

The ride to the precinct is as uncomfortable as it gets. The heat in the car isn’t working so Tommy’s freezing his ass off in the back of the car, handcuffs digging into his wrists. His nose is bleeding all over his clothes, and hurting like a bitch where the officer had to punch him when Tommy’s fight response wouldn’t quit. 

And you, in the back of his mind. He pictures you asleep after his little interruption and his anger is enough of a fire inside of him to drown out the disbelief, the blatant hurt that threatens to kill him more than his broken nose does. 

He’ll pop the thing back into place later in the cell but this? You? As the hours pass by and clarity regains its home in his awareness, he doesn’t see a way around this. A scenario in which he calls again and you listen, where you talk to him and he doesn’t feel like you kicked him to the curb over fucking nothing. A few drinks. A favor. Best friends, his ass.

He’ll keep calling, though. Even if he has to spend the night in jail because you don’t pick up. He’ll dial drunk until he dies, just for you. 

______

tommy u silly little goose

since noah’s album came out last week i’ve had this song on repeat and i desperately wanted to write a fic about it. idk why my mind instantly went to tommy. i’m thinking of a post-outbreak sequel but i won’t confirm anything until it’s actually in the works. 

thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it! the lack of tommy fics is astounding to me, especially since gabriel luna is one of the most beautiful and talented men i’ve ever seen. 

reminder that commissions are open and support is always appreciated!

<3

[onboardsorasora]

De aged Daniel sneakily putting on Max’s race suit and helmet then going to show max and he says “look Maxy ima race car driver like you!!!” because he may love Ferrari at his young age but he’s grown to love his maxy more

Hey besties! I hope you don't mind me putting these two prompts together! I love when we hive mind lol

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Pt2 | De-Aged Daniel Pt3 | De-Aged Daniel Pt 4 | De- Aged Daniel Pt 5 | De-Aged Daniel Part 6 | De-Aged Daniel Part 7

Max blinked in shock as he stepped out onto the patio with a cold can of redbull. Little Daniel was riding around the backyard, laughing joyously with himself. That wasn’t the surprising thing of course, Max was used to Little Daniel playing games with himself and his squeaking honking laugh echoing in the living room normally.

No, what was surprising was that Little Daniel was wearing his helmet. Max’s helmet. The one from his first season in RedBull. It looked comical on the little boy, made him look more like a bobble head than ever before. But Max couldn’t deny how overwhelmingly adorable it also was.

Little Daniel wobbled to a stop, spying Max’s presence. He slid backwards off of the slightly taller bike before running to stop in front of Max.

“Maxy Look! I’m a race car driver like you!” Little Daniel grabbed onto the helmet to hold it steady, his little fingers clutching at the red bull logo. Max could see his beaming smile a mile away.

“You look good! I bet you can go very fast!” 

“I would win the race firsht! I will be the fastestest!” Little Daniel ran in a circle around Max before throwing his hands in the air in victory. Max couldn’t help his crinkly eyed grin.

“Hmmmmm, you can’t win a race dressed like that!” Max said teasingly.

“But Fewawi is racing clothes! Silly Maxy!” Daniel giggled, the helmet bowed forward as he laughed and Little Daniel clutched it tighter. Max looked at him, in his favourite bright red Ferrari shirt and Max’s helmet. 

“I have better racing clothes.” Max said matter of factly, thinking to the other things in the red bull gift bag that Little Daniel had so quickly spurned. Max knew his time had come.

“You do??” Little Daniel asked curiously, his large brown eyes wide. Max was about to blow his mind.

“Yes, I can show you.” Max motioned for Little Daniel to follow him, grinning around his can as he helmet wobbled and bobbled as they went.

They ended up in Little Daniel’s room and he dove onto the bed while Max put down his drink and went into the closet. He turned around to see little Daniel jumping up and down on the bed, giggling wildly.

“I’m an ashtronut!” He cackled, gripping Max’s helmet so it stayed on his head.

“I thought you were a racing driver?” Max asked ‘confused’.

“Racing drivers can’t fly Maxy!” Little Daniel squealed.

“Well I guess since you are an astronaut now, you don’t need a racing driver suit, I think.” Max shrugged, as Little Daniel gasped loudly.

“A racing suit? For me?” He bounced into a sitting position, wide eyes and tiny nose visible through the open visor. 

“For you!” Max presented the navy red bull kid sized replica race suit.

“Can I wear it?” Little Daniel gasped, his leg started bouncing excitedly.

“Of course. Let's put it on.” 

Little Daniel bounded off the bed in an excited whirlwind. Getting the race suit on was a comedic montage because Little Daniel refused to take off Max’s helmet and he giggled every time Max’s head hit it.

Soon though, the little excited body was running around the room in the just a smidge too big overalls. The sleeves bunched on his wiry arms and the legs were bunched a little at his ankles but he didn’t seem to care as he was vibrating out of his little body with energy.

He looked in the mirror once before running around the room like a maniac. 

“I look so cool!!!” Little Daniel screeched before running out of the room making car zooming noises. Max chuckled and grabbed his phone, he figured Grace would appreciate a video or two.