#i yell back just like automatically. to shut the fuck up and then i was like . oh ! i should have just. pretended not to notice

[clementiens]

ughh

[icameheretoreadstuff]

not so loud

Pairing: Inexperienced!Choso x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, first time Oral (M recieving), Smut without plot. deepthroat, almost busted, smut, unprotected sex. Summary: Youre currently down on your knees inside his bedroom with people right outside partying, the music is loud but He's trying his best to not make any sounds. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

"mmf, y/n" Choso's hips were slowly thrusting up into your mouth, you gripped his hips and leaned back to breathe, "relax for me, do not move your hips" you whispered, precum and drool was connecting you to his cock. "this is, mmgh" he looked down on your tounge while whimpering, as you swallowed and licked up his precum "more please" he huffed as you inhaled his cock, you felt you were starving. Sucking, slurping and inhaling his cock deep inside your mouth felt so unbalivable good. His muscles tensed up as he tried to not shove his cock down your thoat again. "y/n" his hand was on his mouth as he tried to not moan out loud. He had never experienced this sensation and he was struggling badly to keep quiet. You smirked as you looked up at him while licking around his tip. "fuck" he whimpered as he closed his eyes shut and moaned loudly behind his hand as you inhaled his dick.

A tear fell down your chin as you could feel his balls on your chin, His thick dick was down your throat and you couldn't stop moaning, sending vibrations to his cock. He let out deep moans as you breathed through your nose. He gripped your hair into a fist as he continued to moan loudly, he couldn't hold back any more. You had small breaks of breathing properly before inhaling his cock, all the way in until his cock was shoved down your thoat and then slowly out and reapeat. His moans became your addiction, you wanted him to be more loud. "y/n" he moaned "this feels so good" he whimpered as he looked down on you, with his hand still over his mouth.

"Choso!" yuji yelled outside and tried to come inside the room. He held the door tight and locked it in panic, while his dick was still deep inside your mouth. You popped his cock out of your mouth to take the oppertunity to fully breathe. You looked at his beautiful cock and couldn't help yourself. You continued to suck him off as he tried to form a sentence. "Occu- mfh" he whimpered "occupied!" he managed to say as he muffled his mouth. You slowly licked his length as you could hear yuji talking in the background. "Come on out and party with us!" Yuji knocked on the door, Choso looked down on you with his cock inside your mouth, you hummed as you inhaled his length deep inside your mouth again. "y/n-" he moaned "What?" Yuji yelled "the music is too loud, I can't hear you" Yuji knocked on the door, Choso's mind was foggy and the only thing he could focus on was how good your mouth felt like. Choso whimpered as you grabbed his balls and licked his length from his balls and all the way to the tip. "Occupied!" Choso whimpered, feeling close. "Oh, sorry" Yuji said and finally walked off.

You began to pick up the pace as his breath began to feel uneven and deep from his chest. He whimpered as his hips began to automatically thust inside your mouth. You popped his wet dick out of your mouth and quickly took off your pants, "please" he huffed as his dick was throbbing and slammed against his ripped abs. You grabbed his dick and guided him behind you, you sat down onto the table "fuck me, choso" you smirked as you spreaded your legs and held them up in the air, your hands were behind you holding you up for support.

He walked over at you and placed his tip at your entrance and whimpered "grab my legs, place them onto your shoulders and hold me tight" you moaned and he obeyed. He grabbed your legs and lifted then up and placed them on his shoulders as his muscled arms embraced behind your back, "just like that" you moaned as you felt his cock deep inside you while pressing your hips closer to him.

"kiss me choso" you whispered and he leaned closer and crashed his lips against yours. You hummed as he leaned his forehead on yours, you could feel his dick driving you insane, filling you up. He looked deep into your eyes for guidence, "snap your hips" you barely managed to say as he obeyed instantly and whimpered. His brain went foggy as he thrusted into you, his moans rang into your ears. He looked at you while whimpering, closing his eyes shut and let out moans as he thrusted harder into you.

He grabbed you and held you tighter against him, you held your hand over his mouth as his moans filled the room. He couldn't hold back anymore "You feel so good" you praised him, he moaned "can't stop" he whimpered as he snapped his hips and clapped hard into you. you moved your hand behind you to hold yourself up and pressing your hips more into him.

His moans weren't silent anymore and you were to fucked out to care, it only turned you more on. "just like that, babe" you moaned "youre so good to me" you huffed feeling close, "i'm gonna cum" you moaned as you could feel his dick hitting all the right spots fast. "choso" you moaned as you climaxed hard, he whimpered feeling overwhelmed by your pretty moans and first time hearing such amazing sounds coming from your sweet lips, he felt he could taste your breath as you moaned into his lips. Climaxing on his dick sent him over the edge as he snapped his hips and climaxed deep inside you.

He moved his hips away as his dick slipped out of you, you moved your legs down and pulled him into a kiss. "Amazing" he whispered "I've never done this before" you smirked and kissed his neck "don't worry, I have so much more to teach you" you whispered into his neck that sent shivers down his spine, causing him to let out a whimper. "y/n" he whined "I want you so bad" he whispered and cupped your face and kissed you deeply.

[flowerfreya]

A lowlevel mafia man took my baby!

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This is really just for fun lol. CW:Kidnapping Reader is in debt to a mafia boss (not Price) and when the low level mafia men come in with Price's baby , the reader makes a decision

“You took who?”, you exclaim.

“James Puck”, the dumbasses say. They look over at you like you’re the one being annoying. They are holding what looks to be a three year old boy, dressed in a mini-suit, like they just took him from church service. He is the calmest baby you have ever seen. He’s just looking around, observing everything, and soon he’s going to figure out that his father is not here. And he’s going to throw a fit. 

“Why?” , you ask. Like who’s dumbass idea was this. Taking a mob boss's son in the middle of the day is not the smartest idea. At.all. 

“What the boss wanted”, they shrug. God you hate it here. 

You got dopped into being across this empire by accident and maybe by desperation. You really needed money,so you signed your life away. At least only for three years. You’ve been doing odd jobs at the house for the past two years, just cleaning up and picking up groceries. You haven’t been paid since you were because according to your “boss”, you’re paying off your debt, you know it’s bullshit but the way your credit was looking you wouldn’t have gotten a loan for the amount you needed. 

The baby starts crying an hour later , dumb and dumbass look flustered. The are holding it like they don’t know what to do with him. 

They look over to you, “you're a woman, you know what to do”, handing you the child, and then walking out.

You automatically feel that his diaper is wet and probably has been for a long time and he’s probably hungry too. Inside the kitchen , you look in the pantry to see if there is anything that he can eat , that hopefully won’t cause any allergic reaction if he has any. 

“Here comes the airplane”, the spoon coming from up high and a brmmmmm making James giggle. 

You’ve been trying to distract James for the past three hours and nothing is working. You’ve tried to hold in sitting on the couch, walking around with him, even giving him some warm milk. Nothing is working. 

From upstairs you hear your boss yell, “shut him up!”. 

You roll your eyes, “Oh, I’ll shut him up alright”. Then you come up with another idea. Maybe you could just return him.

~

Muttering to yourself as you try to sneak out of the compound is a bit of an issue. The kid won’t stop crying and it’s going to alert them if you can’t shut him up. 

You're not really a mothering type. You're probably holding the baby wrong and the diaper is on backwards. 

“What do I need to do for you to be quiet”, you say to the baby. Like it will talk to you when it cries in an answer, you nod to the baby, “I should have known that”. 

You just start moving as quickly as possible thinking …maybe if you move fast enough people will think it's an animal crossing in the night. 

Finally getting past the gate and getting on the main road , you start just walking along the road, hoping that the 141 gang is just driving around looking for the mob boss's baby. Hearing a car coming fast down the road and skrrrting next to you. 

“Oi!!”, you look over and see a man with a skull mask holding a gun and of course it's pointed at you. You mean you're not surprised, since you're the one walking around with James Puck Price. 

“Hi”, you lower yourself so you can see through the window and do a small wave, ”I think I have what your baby”, and then you lift up the baby, so he can see him. 

“Get in the fucking car”, he growls at you. 

“Yeah , of course”, you slide into the back of the car. Looking around, “Do you have a car seat or anything”, pointing to the child, “we do have a baby in here”. 

Looking at you through the rearview mirror, “that is the least of your worries” ,he says.

[cosmopretty]

can i req a angst? kk arnold x fem!reader. reader was having a tiring and stressful day! so she was angry, very angry and bored. kk tried to approach her to annoy her a bit (as always) just jokingly, but reader unintentionally ends taking out everything in kk, she yelled at her, cursed... and kk becomes sad 🥺🥺

Stressed

KK Arnold X Fem

warnings: angst, suggestive , fluff

You have the worst day ever today, scratch that the whole week has been so bad for you. First you have so much work piling up from all your classes that you have to make up. Then you have barely seen your girlfriend Kamora all week due to her having long practices for basketball.

You drop your head onto your desk and groan pulling your hair, you have been sitting doing work for two hours straight and it’s driving you crazy how you’re not even half way done. Your phone dings and quickly you look at it seeing your girlfriend texting saying she’s coming home late, again. You just heart the message not wanting to reply to her at the moment.

You sit down at stare at your work for a second before going back to it. It went by so fast one minute you’re doing your work the next you’re crying into your pillow.

Shoving your face into the pillow to hide your tears, it’s all just caught up to you. The stress from school and family caused you to not be able to sleep well at night or eat well and you haven’t taken a moment to focus on your feelings. So you lay in your bed and cry for god knows how long until you get up and wash your face. Looking into the mirror you sigh your face looked thinner and you knew why, your too stressed and when your stressed your body changes.

You sit back down taking a deep breath before you hear someone knocking on your door. Getting up you open the door and automatically KK wraps her arms around you swing your back and forth. She kisses your head “ I missed you so much baby “ she tells you before letting go of you and going inside. You nod “ Missed you too but I gotta do work so give me a little time to finish “ you tell her walking back to your room and sitting at your desk.

KK nods understandably she knew how you valued your school work. It was one of the things she loved about you, how hard you worked. She missed you all week long and would not shut up about you to her teammates. Paige had to physically cover her mouth to make her stop taking about you and how much she loved and missed you. KK lays on your bed watching you and scrolling through TikTok for about thirty minutes before she gets bored.

KK taps your shoulder, looking up from your paper you raise your brows at the girl “ What happened “ you ask her. She shrugs and starts kissing your neck you moan a bit before pushing her away “ I need to work KK this is important “ you turn back to the desk trying to focus on your work. Your girlfriend groans and taps you over and over trying to get a rise out of you.

Slamming your hand in the desk you look at her annoyed “ Can you give me a break KK DAMN you’re annoyed the fuck outa me right now “ you tell her. She nods and walks away from you back to the living room. You sigh realizing that you’d shouldn’t of lashed out on her.

Dropping your pen you get up and walk over to KkK. You sit down next to her and go to wrap your arm around her before she moves away “ Nah what I thought you wanted ya space “ she says.

“ Come on KK I didn’t mean it “ you try to move to her again before she gets up and grabs her shit before leaving your dorm.

—————

It’s been three days since you last talked to your girlfriend. She has been ignoring you since that moment in your dorm. You were so mad at yourself for hurting her like that, you didn’t mean it of course. You were just stressed and accidentally took it out on her.

The stress definitely took a toll on you, with the bags under your eyes and your face thinner than before. You talked to your roommate about it and she told you that you should take a break and focus on yourself. But how could you do that with KK mad at you, she was your everything and you were hers. You both just fit together like a puzzle and everyone around you could see how happy you made each other.

You sit down on your couch knees to your chest watching TikTok before hearing a knock on your door. You get up immediately opening it fast hoping it’s the one person you want to see the most. And thank god because there she was, standing at your door looking down at you.

KK just walks in not saying anything to you at all. You look at her and she sighs “ Your roommate texted me she said you been stressed and ain’t eating or sleeping is that true? “ she asks you.

Looking down at your hands for a moment you look back up at her before walking over to the couch and sitting down. You let out a breath and nod your head “ There just so much stress with school. I’m sorry for yelling at you KK I didn’t mean it I promise I just took my stress out on you “ you apologize to the girl you loved hoping she would forgive you.

Your girlfriend eyes soften “ Come here baby I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you “ KK says pulling you down onto her lap. You immediately wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her cheek “ S okay KK I’m fine don’t worry “ you comfort her.

KK shakes her head “ It’s not okay you need to eat and sleep mama. Ima order us some food tonight okay and we can cuddle and watch whatever you want “ she says moving her head down and kissing your lips. You moan into the kiss and she slips her younger in your mouth. The two of you make out for a moment before pulling away for air. You breathe heavily and KK slips her hands under your shirt grabbing your hips “ I know a way to help get rid of stress “ she says one hand moving to squeeze your ass.

You nod and lean into her touch “ Yeah you wanna help me relax “ you tease her while kissing her neck. KK moans out and nods “ Hell yeah come here baby lemme make you feel good okay “ she grabs you and picks you up by the back of thighs and carries you to your room before laying your down on your bed and climbing on top of you.

[riverbutghost]

Can I get who did this to you + you could’ve died with ghost ? With injured reader ? I love ur writing !

Omg stopp I love you <3 I love angst so I hope I’ll deliver the bestttt. Please keep up with prompts like this guyss I love it.

Here are some angst prompts !!

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!Reader

Summary: You accidentally came face to face with Graves after his betrayal, and he attacked you. Ghost wasn’t happy that you kept this a secret.

Warnings: military stuff, wounds, Graves stabs your hand, slight torture, we hate Graves in this one lol…

You were tired, exhausted. You could barely walk. The mission was almost done.

You gripped your gun tighter, hardened your gaze and pushed through the fire. It was hard for your to walk with an injured leg, but that wasn’t important. You were going to get checked out anyway.

There was a noise coming from behind. You turned around, fingers dancing around the trigger.

“Well, well, well… Look who’s here.”

You turned around again, the voice was familiar.

“Graves…”

You clenched your jaw after remembering his betrayal. He had betrayed you, your team. Your anger was getting worse.

Your hand automatically moved to your comm, but Graves pushed you to the ground. You gasped and looked up to him. He crouched down.

“Yeah, no need to inform anyone here. We will just have a talk.”

You grimaced as he kicked your gun harshly.

“Fuck you, Philip. I thought we were friends-“

“Oh, really?”

He laughed and smirked sinisterly. You furrowed your eyebrows. It was like he was someone else.

A sudden pain jolted through your hand as you screamed. You looked down, and saw that Graves had a knife in your hand. A fucking knife was deep down inside your hand.

“Stop it fucker!”

You yelled at him, trashed and turned but he didn’t pull it out.

“You’re naive, to think that we were friends. I always hated you to be honest.”

You gritted your teeth in pain. You couldn’t concentrate on his words as your hand throbbed. It was worse than your leg obviously, and it made you forget about your leg.

“Oh for fuc-“

You gripped your side and screamed as he kicked your ribcage quite forcefully. You curled up in a ball, and whimpered.

“Shut it. You stole something from me. Give it back.”

He wasn’t playing around anymore, he was serious as fuck. And you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“I don’t know-“

He stepped on your injured leg, making a noise coming from it. You yelled and trashed. You started hitting his leg, but he wasn’t budging.

“Please- Please!”

He eventually let go, but your leg was still throbbing. You whimpered again as you looked down on the ground. There was blood everywhere.

“Give. It. Back. Or else, I swear-“

His attention immediately went to the noise that came from his comm. Your breathing was getting better and you prayed for him to leave.

“You’re lucky, next time I won’t play games. I will kill you immediately.”

He kicked you one last time before leaving. You laid down for a moment, with closed eyes. What did he want? You absolutely had no clue.

You tried standing up, but whimpered at the way your hand and your leg throbbed. Still tensed up, you held your breath and got up in a swift motion.

“Aghh, fuck!”

Your face scrunched up and you cursed yourself, Graves, war and everything.

“We found Graves, meet us in front of the heli.”

You sighed.

-

“Hey, you okay?”

You turned towards your Captain and smiled.

“Yeah, all good. Need a few stitches, though.”

You chuckled with him. You swiftly looked at Ghost to see how he was when the helicopter touched the ground. His eyes met yours instantly, but he averted them again and gritted his chin.

You found this pretty weird, but shrugged it off.

You got up, body focusing on your injuries as you walked out of the heli. You waited for one of them to turn around. Why would they though?

“Give your old pal a hand !”

You jokingly said as Simon turned around and lifted you in his arms. He put you on your feet and continued his walk.

“Uhm- thank you..?”

You mumbled and tagged along. What was his problem now?

-

“Come with me,”

You held your breath and cursed. You had to get checked out but Simon was asking you to come with him.

“I’m gonna take a sho-“

“Come.”

He left no room for a reply and you followed him, a little annoyed. When you realized that he was actually taking you to get checked out, you furrowed your eyebrows.

He opened the door an closed it back after you two got in.

“Did something happen..?” You asked him with a shaky voice.

“You tell me.” He grumbled, eyes never leaving yours.

“I-“

You stopped mid sentence, sucked your bottom lip up and looked up at him. His gaze softened a little and he took a step closer. His hand came towards your waist, but you whimpered in pain. His hand was pulled back immediately.

“What-“

He mumbled and took a deep breath. His hand made contact with your vest, and he pulled it off. You didn’t say anything.

He looked at your bruised ribcage, and opened his mouth to speak again.

“Where else?”

You pointed down to your leg, dried blood was still there. He ripped your pants of within a second, and you gasped lightly as the sudden contact with air.

Simon looked up at you with…disappointment… which then turned into anger. He took your arm and inspected it as well. After a few calming breaths, he opened his mouth. He took a few steps back.

“Who did this to you?”

You took a deep breath. There was no denying now.

“Graves… He attacked me.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows and took a step towards you.

“What..?” He asked in confusion.

You just swallowed and pursed your lips. Simon’s confused face suddenly turned into an angered one, and he took a step back.

“Why didn’t yo- Why the fuck didn’t you tell us-me?!” You looked down in shame and held your tears in.

“I can’t believe you! You could’ve fuckin’ died!”

He slammed his fist into the medical cabinet, and the glass shattered into pieces. You flinched.

There was a loud silence for a few minutes. Only the breathing of Simon was heard. You opened your mouth to speak.

“I didn’t want you to think..low of me.”

Simon averted his eyes away from you and shook his head slightly.

“You could’ve died. That’s what matters. You matter.”

A choked sob left your throat as you buried your face to your hands. Your arm was throbbing, but you didn’t care.

“Hey, hey- It’s okay. Don’t pull that shit again, yeah?”

Simon rushed towards you and lifted your chin with his thumb.

“We can’t lose you. I can’t, lose you. Not you, okay? just want you to be more careful with your life.”

You looked up to him with big broken eyes and his gaze softened even more if that was possible.

He sighed after a minute of you staring at him with pleading eyes.

“C’mere, pretty..”

You pulled him closer to you and threw your arms around him.

“Gotta check on your wounds too, love.”

Simon mumbled against your head, breathing deeply into your hair while thinking of ways to make Graves suffer for almost killing you.

You just sniffled and held him tighter. Simon didn’t know how to approach you, but one thing he knew was, Graves was about to get fucked, that was sure.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Jay Halstead: Sensory Overload 

I’m not sure how I feel about this one...But I spent the time writing it so you might as well get the option to read it. It was definitely better in my head.  

Warnings- Mentions of sensory overload, minor violence 

There is now a part two To Be Continued

You continued tugging Jay down the hallway of the police department. He and Adam had just gotten into a loud and unnecessary fight. Jay had been irritable for the last few weeks from the pressure of this case that involved an old military buddy of his and Mouse weighing heavily on him. He had crossed the line when he had swung at Ruzek connecting firm with a well-aimed hook that had knocked the other officer flat on his ass.  

Jay hadn’t protested when you had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of intelligence and down to the locker rooms. But he did when you pulled him through the room and into a smaller hallway out the back. “I know, I know I shouldn’t have hit Ruzek-” You snort at that. “I said I know I fucked up.” You open a half-empty supply closet, and the lights flick on automatically. You pull Jay into the room and the door slams closed behind you. “What the hell. If you're looking for a hook up all you had to do was-” 

“Shut up Jay,” His eyes meet yours before you reach back and flip off the light switch. He expects a forceful kiss and you to start tearing at his clothes. Why else would you possibly take him into a secluded room and turn off the lights? Jay wasn’t complaining. You were an attractive woman, and he would have to be blind not to notice. He is taken aback when instead you release your grip on his forearm, and he feels you shift back a step. “Just take a few breaths,”  

“I’m not having an anxiety attack.” Jay shoots back his voice bouncing harshly off the walls. His skin crawled when he thought others viewed him as vulnerable.   

“I know,” You soothe, “Just for once listen to me. Take a minute.”  

Jay scoffs, muttering to himself as he shifts on his feet before reluctantly doing as you say. He is already here, standing in the dark, feeling more than a little bit ridiculous. He might as well oblige you. It takes almost a full minute before he understands. He can feel his body reacting to the change in stimuli.  

When he had been up in the intelligence bullpen it had been stiflingly hot with the air conditioner being broken down. His clothes had clung to him making his skin feel too tight and like his nerves were trying to crawl their way out of his flesh. The florescent lights had been making his eyes burn and he swore the hum from them was echoing through the room. Everything was loud in that room. It seemed like everyone was yelling instead of talking, the noise reverberating through his head and making his head and behind his eyes throb.     

 This room is cold and dark. The only sound is the two of you breathing and the hum of the air coming through the vent. He could feel his irritation calm. His body was relaxing, the throbbing in his head dulling. It was as if a dial had been spun down to the lowest setting on everything. Jay sunk into the feeling. 

When his thoughts returned to him, he wasn’t sure how long you had both been standing in the dark room. “How did you know to do that?” He had whispered but it sounded louder, breaking through the silence.  

“It helps me, I was hoping it would help you too.” You whispered back. “Sensory overload can be completely consuming.” 

“Sensory overload,” Jay repeats trying to think if he had ever heard anything about it when he had done his mandatory counseling in the army. It sounded vaguely familiar but nothing concrete when it came to information. That's when it occurred to him. “Is this where you sneak off all the time?” 

You hum in agreement, “It helps when I’m having a hard time. When I need a minute to myself before I get back to it. I hope it helped you too.” You feel slightly awkward. You had been so sure that it was what Jay had needed when you had drug him down here. He sounded better but you couldn’t be sure. The two of you weren’t close. It was mostly your fault. You were on the shyer side, not a detective but a forensic scientist for the department.

Jay was cocky and sassy, always sure of what he was saying. It was intimidating. Not to mention you found him just a few degrees too high in the looks department. Despite that, he was a sweet guy. He had, on more than one occasion, stopped people from talking over you or butting in when you were laying out forensic information. At first, it had been awkward knowing you had everyone's full attention on you when giving your reports. In the end, it gave you a confidence boost.     

You hadn’t been thinking when you had grabbed his forearm and yanked him to follow you after he had laid out Adam.  

“It did,” Jay rasped, “Thank you.” He was closer to you now. You could feel his body heat like a walking furnace burning next to you. You trembled as you thought of the implications of the two of you being locked in this room together. His own words about hooking up ring back through your ears. You had flushed brightly with embarrassment that he had blissfully missed because of the darkness you had blanketed the two of you in.  

“We should probably get back,” It had been a significant period, and you were starting to lose your rationality of the relationship you two had. 

Barely friends, maybe not even friends.   

You heard his agreement, his focus returning to the case at hand, and felt him take a few steps to the door. He was reaching for the light switch when the impulse overtook you. You grabbed his forearm again to stop him from turning on the light. You pressed up on your toes and pressed a full but gentle peck on his lips. It was quick and chaste. Your confidence had died off quickly leaving you feeling embarrassed.  

Your heels had barely touched the floor again when Jay’s body was wrapped around you. His lips captured yours in a heated, lingering kiss. It was the only thing you could focus on. The intensity was wild and burned through you singeing all your senses.  

When he pulled back, he traced your bottom lip with his calloused thumb, “To be continued.” He promised. 

[slutforleeminho]

Jealous Girl • Lee Felix

In which you get jealous cause he showed off what only belongs to you

"Baby I don't understand why you're so mad" Felix called out to you as you slammed the car door shut and started walking to yours and Felix's hotel room.

You didn't know why either but you were not about to back down now. He ran to catch up with you, more like took three large steps and he was hot on your heels. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, halting your movements and turning you around.

"Hey, what is going on with you?" He took a step closer to you and placed his hands on your arms, just softly caressing them. His big brown eyes searching your own for any kind of explanation as to why you were being so cold towards him.

"It's nothing Felix, let's just get up to the room and go to bed" You backed away from his touch and headed to the automatic doors at the entrance of the hotel. He stood there stunned for a moment, it really must be bad considering you called him by his actual name. No baby, no sweet boy, no lix, just Felix. He was now terrified.

You passed the front desk and heading straight to the elevators, turning around to find Felix not behind you. You decided to take the stairs so you could collect your thoughts and figure out how you're going to explain to Felix why you've been an absolute bitch ever since you left the concert. It was his fault anyways, he was the one who had to be a complete slut and take off his jacket while walking off the stage, showing off his beautiful physique. Usually you wouldn't be so upset when he showed off his body on stage, but tonight was different. It was the look on his face afterwards that lit a flame inside of you, that smirk as the whole stadium erupted into screams. Raking his hands through his hair and finally turning around to exit the stage, giving everyone the perfect view of his broad shoulders. It pissed you off. Only you should be able to see him like that.

Your room was on the seventh floor and you were currently on the fifth floor, you stopped and took a breath, leaning against the wall and closing your eyes for a moment. And then you heard footsteps, you didn't have the stamina to run up the rest of the way so you could only hope and pray that whoever it was wasn't a psychopath. You figured Felix would already be in the room by now but you were wrong. The one person you didn't want to see at this very moment appeared on the stairway right before your eyes. He stopped on the stairs and looked up at you.

"You didn't take the elevators?" He asked.

"No, I figured you would."

He nodded to your words, a look of realization on his face. "Oh so you were avoiding me." It wasn't even a question, he was just stating a fact.

"It's not lik-"

"No it's fine. Sorry I didn't take the elevators" He spat, bitterness thick in his voice. He climbed the rest of the stairs two at a time and walked right past you.

"Lix wait" you reached out to him, but he dodged your attempt at grabbing him. He turned around so fast it startled you.

"Oh don't you "Lix" me. You're not the victim here. You won't even tell me what I did. You left me outside and came here. To do what? Sulk? This is ridiculous." He turned around to leave you.

"It's because-" You almost yelled so he wouldn't walk away. He stopped and turned around, waiting for your explanation.

"It- well I- you see-" You sighed and looked at the floor feeling like complete idiot and putting your hands over your face.

"It's stupid" Is all you could manage to say through your embarrassment.

He walked back over to you and removed your hands from your face and made you look at him.

"Tell me so I can apologize."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I just- ughh fuck it, It's cause you were basically stripping on stage tonight, it made me.."

"Jealous" He started hysterically laughing. "You're jealous... cause I took my jacket off?" It wasn't really a question just a joke to him. It pissed you off all over again.

You ripped your hands from his and stepped back. "Oh it's funny? How about tomorrow I go up there and put on a show for them, huh? Would you think that's funny?" His smile disappeared in a millisecond.

"That's different-" He tried but you cut him off.

"How?"

"I-" He was trying to find an answer but couldn't.

"Exactly and you know w-" he cut you off by kissing you, pushing you back against the wall.

"None of this matters, you know why? Cause at the end of the day who's throat do I have my dick down? Who am I going to have screaming my name? I know I've been busy but are you so needy that you have to act out like this? Do I need to fuck you right here? Show you that this is the only cunt I want" He placed his hand on your crotch, palming you through your jeans. You couldn't help the moan that slipped out. "So it's true. You're just touch deprived, but I can fix that baby. I'll take you right here for everyone to see." You couldn't deny that the thought of someone catching you in the act turned you on even more, making your core throb against his hand. Your thighs unintentionally closed in search of some kind of relief. Caging his hand in between your legs, but it was short lived, Felix pushed your legs back apart and started unbuttoning your jeans. "Since you want to be so eager" He plunged his hand into your underwear and immediately found your clit, rubbing hard circles on. You gasped at the sudden friction and rutted your hips forward, grinding onto his talented fingers. "Do you feel better yet, hmm? Or do I need to fuck this little attitude out of you?" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slid two fingers past your entrance, not even giving you time to adjust he started fucking his fingers up into you at an animalistic pace, rubbing against the one sensitive spot and curling his fingers. Your moans and whimpers bounced and echoed off the walls of the small stairwell, if someone was anywhere near the stairs, they would know exactly what was happening.

Your moans got even louder, and your cunt was clenching so tight around his slim fingers, he knew you were close to your end. Once you were about to enter the gates of heaven, he pulled his fingers out and removed his hand from your underwear. A whine escaped your lips and tear fell down your cheek from the slight pain of your denial. "Are you crying?" He grinned, wiping it away with his thumb. "You need my cock that bad?"

"Need it so bad lix" You were basically begging at this point. He started unbuckling his belt, the sight making you get excited all over again. He finally removed his throbbing dick from its confines, his tip was red and swollen and leaking pre cum, signaling he wanted this just as much as you did. He was so hard, you licked your lips imagining his taste on your tongue, you missed the taste of him so much. "You like what you see?" He teased, snapping you out of your trance, and looking away from his cock to meet his gaze. You grabbed the back of his head, weaving your fingers in his beautiful blonde hair and pulled him into a kiss. It was messy, all teeth and tongue, he pushed your pants down without breaking the kiss, but just enough so there was room for him between your legs and pushed your underwear to the side. He ran his fingers through your folds, spreading your arousal and making sure you were wet enough to take him. Once he deemed you were ready he lined himself up with your dripping hole and slowly entered you. You let out a satisfied hum against his lips before throwing you head back against the wall, giving him full access to your neck, he dove in sucking every part of skin he could reach. He set a steady pace, not too fast but every thrust knocked the breath out of you. The angle he had you in has his dick hitting deep into you, pressing against your cervix every time he thrusted a little too hard. "Fuck lix... s-so good.. faster p-please" His hips began fucking into you erratically, grunting into your neck every time you clenched around him. It was too good. He pulled back a little and raised his shirt, placing the hem in between his teeth and tilted his head a bit so he could watch his cock disappear inside of you. Seeing his toned torso on full display lit a flame inside you and pushed you so close to the edge, the way his muscles flexed and relaxed. Your hands searched for something to hold onto to steading yourself, and falling onto his shoulders as your orgasms hit you like a bag of bricks. "Oh my f-fuck Felix cum inside me p-please" you managed to say through the shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

Hearing you beg for his load made him reach his end, his hips stuttered, and his thighs tensed as he released into you. His shirt fell from his mouth, and he let out the sexiest moan you've ever heard, his eyes rolling to the back of his head seeing stars explode behind his eyelids. He thrusted into you a few more times for good measure and finally pulled out, watching his seed trying to pool out of you, but putting your underwear back into place and pulling your pants back up. He adjusted himself and placed his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath.

"You should get jealous more often"

I got this idea when I saw that clip of Felix in LA and immediately had to write this. If you enjoyed this please leave me any kind of feedback (reblog, like, comment, asks, etc.) it really gives me motivation:)

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[recklesssturniolo]

Should’ve Done This Sooner - M.S

This is my first fic so I’m SORRY if it’s shit, if y’all are mean to me I stg. I tried I promise

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Basically you n Matt are lowkey enemies to lovers vibes, at a party he pisses you off and it leads to more than you expected

Not proofread sorry not sorry

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

It’s safe to say parties weren’t your thing. Sure you drank here and there, but this party was just brutal. Walking up to Matt, Chris and Madi as they plus Nick were pretty much the only people you knew at the party - all clearly intoxicated you almost immediately regretted it.

“Heyyy look it’s the party pooper” Chris laughs

“Yeah you’re so funny Chris” you retort

You catch Matt’s eye for just a brief moment but make sure to send a glare his way. Silently noting to yourself that regardless of your hatred for him, he looked hot as fuck.

Snapping you out of your thoughts Matt smirks and says “Y/N doesn’t have fun, she couldn’t if she tried” Clearly trying to get under your skin.

Rolling your eyes at Matt you resisted the urge to walk away.

“What all quiet now?” Matt says, enjoying seeing you getting angrier and trying to bite your tongue.

And with that, you started walking away, not even sure where you were exactly headed but anywhere away from Matt worked. Halfway down some random hallway you turn around.

“Why the fuck are you following me?” You basically yell due to the music being so loud.

Matt doesn’t say anything yet steps closer to you, almost as if it was an automatic bodily response your breath hitched in your throat. He looked good. So good that honestly you’d drop to your knees right in the hall if he asked you too.

“Seriously Matt, what do you want?” You glare, hoping he didn’t notice your change in breathing once he stepped closer.

Grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to make you look himself in the eyes, he smirks before saying “I want a lot of things, but they all have to do with you being naked”

Immediately taken aback by Matt’s comment, he’s never been so bold, you’re silent for a moment before saying “Oh yeah? That’s what you want?”

“Yeah it is, and I want to watch you cum all over my dick like the whore you are” He replies.

At that comment you felt a warmth starting between your legs, unsure of how to respond to that you grab his hand and lead him into god knows whose bedroom. Once the doors shut your back is immediately pinned to the door and Matt’s hand is around your throat.

“You’re so easy to see through, you don’t think I didn’t notice you eye-fucking me from across the room?”

“I - I couldn’t help it” you mumble.

Matt smirks before connecting your lips, it’s rough, his tongue immediately taking dominance and you didn’t even bother trying to fight it - you knew he was in full control, and all you could focus on was how you could feel his hard on between your legs and the wetness already pooling in your panties. Taking you to the bed, he puts your arms over your head, holding them there with one hand. His mouth started to explore your body, you let out a soft moan and he left sloppy kisses on your neck, following you taking your shirt off he only continued kissing lower down your body.

“Matt please” You whined.

“Please what princess?” He says, looking up at you.

“Touch me, please, I need you” At this point you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. You did need him.

“God you’re a needy whore” Matt replies before slipping off your skirt, smirking as he noticed how wet you already were. “Look at you, you’re already a mess and I’ve barely touched you”

With that Matt brought his mouth to your pussy, slowly licking it making his was to your clit. Your back arching even at the smallest action of his tongue. A stream of moans flowing from your mouth, as he circles on your clit and opening, spitting on it here and there. His tongue flicks up and down as you squirm beneath him trying to control yourself.

“Matt please, I’m gonna cum please don’t stop” you whimper

“Oh does the little slut want to cum? You think you can do that without my permission” He says back, still in between your thighs.

“Y-yes Matt please”

He stops abruptly “I want you to come around my cock princess, think you can do that for me?”

You nod immediately, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you. Matt pulls you lower on the bed, closer to himself and lines himself up. Pushing himself into you, slowly at first.

“Oh fuck you’re so tight” he groans.

He doesn’t go slow for long, picking up his pace and slamming into you, hitting your walls as his hands grip either side of your hips.

“You look so pretty taking all of me baby” Matt says, “look at me while I fuck you”

“Mmm yes fuck oh my god I’m going to cum” you breathlessly exclaim.

And with that Matt’s hand makes it way up to your throat, squeezing.

“Cum on my cock, you’ve been such a good whore baby” He states.

As you almost reach your climax, your eyes squeeze shut.

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me, I want to see you while you cum all over me” He demands.

You do as he says and within seconds you feel yourself come undone beneath him, moaning out his name as you ride through your pleasure, him looking directly at you in awe of how good you look beneath him, almost cursing himself for not doing this sooner.

“God you look fucking amazing, did I make you feel good baby?”

“Yes, so good” you say still coming down from your high. Looking up you see him clench his eyes shut briefly and you know he’s close. You listen to his moms as he curses slightly under his breath before releasing himself inside of you, laying gently on top of you leaving small kisses on your collarbone.

“I can’t believe we didn’t do that sooner” he mumbled.

“Better late than never” you laugh and look over to see him smirking at you.

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VI)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 2.5k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: some suicide thoughts, very suggestive stuff, nudity, sexual tension barely starting, misogyny coming from you know who lol.

Notes: i was eager to drop this so here it is. hope i can make justice to the slow burn/slow sexual tension. aaaa as always thanks for reading!! ily all!

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @soldirboy @deans-spinster-witch

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | | Part VIII

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Part VI: Don't Lay Your Red Hand On Me

“Where the fuck are we going?” Ben asked, checking the picture outside the windshield.

The sun was already setting down, and there have been hours since you started driving. At least he had been able to see the damn sunset again after being caged for so long.

Despite his questioning look and not trusting you completely, both made it to your car in the middle of the mess of blood and headless corpses around the building, with him naked under the effects of your invisibility powers. Somehow, you still managed to reassure Soldier Boy it was to protect him. In fact, as you guided both out of the place, you were scared of your abilities not working properly to have him covered. The last thing you wanted was the cameras to have a look at him, escaping with your help.

Now, with Soldier Boy dressed in his clothes and you still wiping some of the dry blood from your skin, you drove without a destiny in mind. Just somewhere you could take him far away from Homelander and Vought. He was, in fact, your top priority and needed to be protected, even if you knew you were nothing compared to his strength and abilities, you still had the urgency of him trusting you, to feel like you really cared. And you did care, but for the wrong reasons and those, he didn’t have to know.

“Far away,” you responded, picking up your phone with one hand as you drove through the highway.

“That doesn’t tell me anything,” he insisted, looking at you switching your attention between the device in your hands and the road.

You dialed Grace, ignoring his voice. She didn’t answer immediately. You cursed under your breath and dialed again. No answer anew, just the ring and the automatic voicemail message. Well, fuck. You had to play with what you had.

“Hey, it’s me,” you began the message. “Please call me when you can, I have to inform you of something. It’s urgent, please call me back.”

Ben rolled his eyes, annoyed as fuck for your silence towards his demands. “You’re gonna tell me now what the fuck is going on? You’re a fucking supe and everyone is dead back there! And not ‘cause of me.”

“First, nothing to fear from me. Okay? You’re the one who’d kill me in a blink. Second, I don’t know!” you yelled as a response, clearly irritated. “I don’t know shit! I know we need to run and that’s all. So just shut up and let me drive.”

“Christ on a cross, you women are fucking irritating,” Ben fumed. He saw a cheap motel by the road and he would’ve guessed you were going there because you slowed down and pulled up in the parking lot. He sighed. “Home, shitty home.”

“Got any ideas? Because I’m all ears,” you stopped the engine and got down the car, taking the sports bag with you. The supe rolled his eyes and before he went out, you came right to his half open door. “Stay here, I'll check in.”

Ben shut his eyes, watching you closing the car door with a loud thud, and you left to get a room. He felt the need to storm behind and shout out what he really thought of your stupid ass bossing him around. If it wasn’t because he wasn’t really half the way out of the fucking car, he should have been arguing and insisting for some real answers. But for some reason he stayed back. When you came back after a short time he followed you to a double bed room you’d be using just for the night.

Once you entered, you decided a shower was first thing on the list, and then you had to communicate with Grace as soon as fucking possible. Checking around, you were thankful to find a couple of towels in the bathroom, while Ben settled on his own space, lying down on one of the beds.

He observed you thoroughly as you studied yourself in the dirty mirror hanging on the wall. The disgusting grimace you made told him you were looking for more blood to wipe off. And before he could speak again you turned to see him.

“I'm gonna take a shower,” you announced.

He raised a brow. “Mind some company, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes as you started to unbutton your blouse, his eyes checking shamelessly the little exposed skin didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Don't even think about it.”

And with that, you just disappeared inside the bathroom. The noise of water running compensated both of you for the silence. He turned on the cheap TV to have some noise for himself too, deciding he’d go for a shower after you. Probably if he was in a different mood would have just tried to get in your pants. Ben was getting so damn stressed out. First you took out his weed, then you announced he would have medication for his fucking stress disorder or some shit, and later, agents and employees of the facility just started to die violently without reason. He thought if any of you would be next while you walked him out.

It was too much to handle right now. He needed something to take it all out. Something, anything, somebody. Just to release it the only way he knew: with sexual pleasure. He didn't understand yet what the fuck was happening. Did you really care about him? You could just have left him there to handle everything by himself and run away. Yet, you took him out of the facility and he, once again, had a glimpse of your courage. Maybe a little. And he started to like that. Suddenly, he heard the shower being turned off and minutes later you came out of the bathroom sooner than he expected, dressed in the same clothing, drying the droplets on your face and wet hair.

“I’m gonna get some dinner, stay here” you announced, taking your phone and the room and car keys. “The door will be locked, don’t do anything stupid.”

Ben scoffed, standing up before making his way to take a shower himself. He faced you directly, just a couple of inches separating both of you. Your gaze challenged him to step closer. “I’m not a fucking animal.”

You hummed, without looking away from his eyes. “Sometimes I doubt you.”

“Locking the fucking door won’t do shit, why you keep doing this?” Ben asked, visible confusion on his features. He really looked tired as hell. Tired of your bullshit.

“It’s not because of you. I perfectly understand that, just wait for me here.”

With that, you turned on your heels and left the room. From the other side, you locked the door. Ben let out a deep breath. He knew it was easy to tear it apart, and again, run after you to have damn answers for once. But instead, he decided to calm himself a little and get rid of his clothes. Inside the shower, he let the warm water take care of the burdens he was carrying, without knowing, on his back. He wondered if he’d been better dead by now, if sleeping in a chamber was a greater choice than this, just running along with you, a woman, who just seemed to fuck him up even more instead of playing real like you had promised. If he knew how to kill himself, probably would’ve done it already. He was getting sick of hiding, of being a fucking experiment, to be under someone’s else’s orders… The worst part of it all is that he never had the right to choose on his own faith. Not even his own death.

Out of the room, you were a few feet away from the door you left behind when your phone started to ring softly. An unknown number appeared on the screen and cautiously you answered, making your way to the car, getting inside on the co-pilot seat.

“Hello?” a voice you knew too well started to speak after some seconds of silence.

“Grace?”

The woman on the other line breathed out. “Yeah, it’s me. Uhm, couldn’t attend earlier, sorry…”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head, as if she could see you face to face. “We’ve been compromised. My lab assistants, the nurses, scientists, guards… Everyone is dead.”

“Fuck,” Grace hissed. She sounded exhausted. “Where is Soldier Boy?”

“I took him out, checked us in at a motel. Can’t go back to my old place. Not yet.”

“You have the copies of the project, right?”

For a moment you felt she was doubting you, but you answered anyway, surprised she would even ask that. “I do.”

There was a little silence coming from her. You continued. “I don’t think I told you yet, but… Fuck, I received a visit from Homelander a couple of days ago. He crashed into my apartment… He knows.”

Grace cursed under her breath. “Y/N, we’re playing with fire here.”

You swallowed thickly, feeling your heartbeat raising. “What’s going on with you? Something happened back there?”

“Victoria Neuman came, saying she wanted to talk to me. She kinda threatened my life, and I’m on the run… Now I can make the puzzle.”

“You think they might be working together?”

“Probably. Senator Bishop was found dead, and guess who is running now with Robert Singer for vice president.”

You chuckled. The whole situation was so ironically clear. “Victoria, that stupid, smart bitch.”

“I’m gonna get some information on her, I know some people who’d know more than I do. I’ll call once I find something.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for that. Do you need me to do anything?”

“Just keep Soldier Boy busy. Work on that injection as soon as you can,” she ordered.

You nodded to yourself, taking a look around the empty lot. “Yes, ma’am.”

After a somewhat long time, Ben saw you entering the room and locking the door. You left a paper bag and water on the nightstand by his bed, where he laid down like he was having a nice day on the beach with only a towel around his hips. He noticed you looked down at him a little longer than usual, but he wasn’t going to let that slip. A sleazy smirk formed on his lips.

“My eyes are up here, sugar.”

You turned away your gaze for a moment before looking back up at him again, confident this time as you locked up your eyes with his half-lidded ones.

“Stop the pet names, Soldier Boy.”

Ben stood up on his feet slowly under your eyes following his moves. His muscular frame towering over your figure as the towel fell to the floor, revealing his bare figure to you. He was growing fond of the way you didn’t step back, ever, from him.

“Well, you never complained back there. Speaking of,” he took the bottle of water between his hands and took a sip from it before his green orbs focused on you anew. “I think you owe me an explanation.”

“I already told you. I don’t know shit.”

“Fucking lies,” the supe hissed. “Tell me now.”

You shrugged and crossed your arms on your chest, tired of him. “I have nothing.”

“Sweetheart, you never shut your piehole during our sessions. Don’t back up now,” he dared, stepping closer to you, eyelids narrowing.

Neither Ben or you dared to look away. You had to act like it, for your good. What if Soldier Boy found out that probably Homelander was behind all of it? It was going to be the end of him, his son; the fucking abusive experiment would be gone with a blast. But Vought was still around. It wasn’t just about Homelander or personal payback. It was more than that.

Homelander was barely the tip of the iceberg. And you were afraid Ben would never understand the mission. Would he say yes to use his blood to create even more experiments after all he went through, even if you explained everything? You knew his answer. The next step was getting it from him and it was going to be the hardest thing ever. But you could think of that later. There was nothing that a small cut accident couldn’t do.

“I’m not talking because I have nothing to tell you, Ben,” you lied, looking at him with your brows knitting together. “I wish I knew, but I’m just as scared as you might be.”

“I’m not scared,” he replied a little too fast. “I want to know why you took me out.”

“Why not?” you insisted. “You deserve another chance.”

And I need you alive to find a cure to this curse.

Ben scrutinized your face. This time, he couldn’t read through you. What did he know though, was that he was tired. A burning ache was forming inside him once again and he needed to release it. He was used to sensing your heartbeats, the blood running on your veins, and still now there was no glimpse of you reacting to his teasing. Any other woman would have thrown herself at him, he was used to it. Now, there wasn’t anyone. Just you, paying no attention to his perfectly sculpted body and his cock between his legs. It had to be the fact that you were a supe. Not as powerful, but still. A clear advantage in the cursed world you all lived in. He took in your body, thinking into luring you to give in and imagining how it would be to have you crying under him, moaning his name exactly like numerous women have. Just for the night.

“Don’t think about it, Soldier Boy,” you voiced out, like if you read his nasty mind. “I’m not gonna do that.”

His eyes went back to your face. “Y’know, I used to have lines of women like you during my days. Countless lines of rich whores, waiting to have a good fuck with me. Pretty ladies whose husbands would leave unattended, cute little secretaries, bombshell Hollywood actresses… All of them, just wet holes ready for me. I’d take them all.”

You chuckled at his pathetic little speech. If that was his way of getting you to bed, it wasn’t working. Not now, not never.

“I’m not just any rich whore, Ben. I don’t want to fuck you, you can use the bathroom to take care of your little problem down there.”

You saw how his jaw clenched as he held his eyes with yours.

He smirked. “Maybe not today, pretty thing. But you’ll see.”

“Be my guest.”

Ben turned around, giving you a clear view of his ass as he locked himself inside the bathroom. The sound of the shower running was not enough to cover his moans and grunts as he jerked himself off. You just decided to sleep. There was a long drive waiting for you in the morning.

[harlowsbby]

So Over

“He’s gonna be pissed.” Annie laughed as you told her about your plan. You shh’d her and opened your bathroom door that was connected to your bedroom and peaked your head around the corner and sighed relief that Jack was still sleeping.

You quickly but quietly shut the door once again and picked up the phone to talk to Annie once again.

“I know he is I can’t wait to get him.” You laughed. “But I’ll call you back and let you know what happens.” You told her before hanging up.

Pranks were a new normal in your shared house with Jack and this prank you were going to be sneaking out of the house at three in the morning.

Jack tended to be a light sleeper so he’d wake up confused and automatically assumed you were up to no good.

You wanted to make it seem like you were going out to meet up with a “friend” now no normal person would believe that but Jack well he was just special let’s put it like that.

It was around 2:50 in the morning, you set an alarm on Jack’s phone to go off at 3am. You figured if you set the alarm on his phone he’d wake up almost instantly.

You quickly got back into bed and pulled the covers up and acted like you were going back to bed. About ten minutes later Jack’s alarm was going off.

He groaned and the bed started to shift as he tried reaching for his phone to turn it off.

“What the hell.” He grumbled and you took that as a sign to get up and make your way into your closet.

Jack placed his phone back down on the night stand and looked up at you. “What’s she doing?” He mumbled.

You purposely made loud noises in the closet and banged around and tossed around a few shoes to make it sound like you were getting ready. You had put on Jack’s favorite little black dress that you owned.

Upon leaving the closet you made your way into the bathroom. Jack was laying in bed watching your every room his eyebrows were furrowed together seeing you in a very, very short black mini dress.

You did your hair and did a simple makeup look to pull it all together. Once you were done you went inside your bedroom and turned on your lamp that was on your side of the bed and started putting on your heels.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Jack’s voice mumbled from behind you.

“What? You’re sleeping go back to bed Jack.” He smacked his lips. Although Jack was exhausted he knew damn well he wasn’t sleeping.

“I’m not sleeping I’m very much awake.” He stated. “Okay so go back to bed.” You told him.

“Where do you think you’re going Y/N? It’s 3 in the morning.” He paused. “And where are you going dressed like that? That’s my favorite dress.” He pouted.

He inspected you as you sprayed some perfume on your chest and around your body. He wasn’t sure what you were doing or where you were going but he was going to find out.

You went to speak but your friend Mark called you, you had told Mark about the prank the day before and he was totally in on it and was down to make it seem like you were going out to meet up with a guy.

“Oh hey.” You spoke into the phone with a smile on your face. “Oh hey.” Jack mimicked you. You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m almost done getting ready and I’ll be heading over… oh he’s sleeping he’ll never know a thing.” Jack scoffed. “I’m very much awake!!” He yelled.

“Who is sleeping and where are you going? Who are you talking to.” Jack’s eyes squinted at you and gave you a questioning look.

“Yeah I’ve missed you too I can’t wait to see you again… yeah I have that dress on that you like.” You spoke into the phone. “What the fuck.” Jack said.

“Bring me your phone you aren’t going anywhere it’s 3 in the morning the only place you’re going is back to bed.” Jack demanded. “Jack, go back to bed if going to get food I’ll be back.” You told him.

“Food?!?” He laughed. “Where are you going Taco Bell? You aren’t going anywhere.” Jack stood up and made his way to your purse.

“What are you doing?” You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“I’m taking your keys you can’t go anywhere without these.” He huffed and took your keys and put them into his pocket.

“Jack!” You laughed but Jack wasn’t having it his arms were crossed over his chest, his lips were formed into a pout and his eyebrows were scrunched together.

“Oh so you think you’re grown now? You think you can just go anywhere without me now?” Jack glared at you. “Jack I am grown!” You laughed.

“You’re cheating on me?” He blurted out.

“Because whoever he is I hope you know he doesn’t have anything on me. I’m a rapper, an actor a damn good kisser and I can fuck good.” He confidently admitted.

“Oh my gosh.” You giggled. “Just give me my keys I said I’ll be back.” You went to grab your keys from him but he pulled his arm back.

“Tell me what his name is.” He asked. “I’m not cheating on you! I just wanna go out and get something to eat.” You confessed.

“We have food here so you better go get something that can be tossed into the air fryer.” You smacked your lips and huffed. “Fine I’ll tell you what his name is.” His jaw flew open.

“So you really are cheating? That’s wild!” He yelled and his eyes were as big as saucers. He couldn’t believe it he never thought in a million years that’s you’d cheat on him.

“We were gonna get married, we were gonna go on a vacation next month! I even made you a playlist with a bunch of songs.” He rambled on and on.

You stood there with a smirk on your face you were honestly amazed at how much rambling he could do. “Are you done or are you finished?” You told him.

“Just give me the bad news.” He sighed in defeat. “So the guy I’ve been seeing is well his name is prank.” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Prank?” He asked.

“Yes as in your ass just got pranked!!” You giggled and took out the camera you were using to record him. “I should’ve known.” He mumbled.

“I got you good didn’t I.” You laughed and watched as Jack got back into bed and wrapped himself in the covers.

“Whatever babe I’m going to bed.” You shook your head at him and went to get back into the bed but Jack spread his legs out to stop you.

“What?” You went to speak. “Oh you think you can pull something like that on me but still expect for me to allow you to sleep in bed with me?” He stated.

“The couch is very much open.” He sassily replied you stood there with your jaw open wide. Jack leaned over in the bed and turned off the night lamp leaving you standing there in the complete dark.

“You can’t be serious?” You spoke into the darkness. “Babe, I’m dead serious.”

(This was requested by @harlowcomehome I hope you enjoy friend! And as well as everyone else)

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ PINKY PROMISE ୧

Summary: Y/n finally confronts her abusive dad, leading to a massive argument, where she leaves the house.

Warnings: Angst, daddy issues, violence, cussing.

Notes: English is not my first language, so I’m sorry about any mistake!

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Im on the living room couch since my dad left the house. My eyes blink slowly, struggling to stay open. I see on my phone, 2AM. The big yellow light only makes me drowsier at each second that goes by. As soon as my eyes close, I hear the door opening, automatically getting my attention.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I watch the old man walking through the living room with a bottle of beer in his hand. The familiar smell of alcohol fills the room. He looks in my direction, his eyes narrowing as they land on me. “What the hell are you doing still up?" He asks with a tone of accusation.

I hesitate before answering, finding the right words. “I.. I was just waiting for you, dad.” I reply. The tension in the room is big.

"Waiting for me? More like waiting to nag me, you little brat." He scoffs as he walks over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting another alcoholic drink.

I feel the rage burning inside me, but I push it down, knowing it will only make things worse. “I was worried about you” I say, my voice trembling slightly. “You were gone for hours, and..”

But before I can finish my sentence, he cuts me off with a bit of a laugh. “You are just like your mother, always putting your nose where you are not called” He takes another swig from the bottle. I put my phone in my pocket. I start getting up, maybe going to bed was actually the best idea, but it looks like he still has things to say. “You're the last person who should be worried about me, little bitch.”

All his words just remind me of how much I hate him. Since my mom died, nothing has been the same. He started getting into alcohol, drinking every day. I have bruises from all the times he had ever hit me. I hate when he mentions my mom, like he didn’t even loved her. I turn myself to him. “It’s not my fault you go out to drink like a fucking addicted, just because you can’t stand the idea of mom not being here anymore!” I say. “And I shouldn’t be worried?!”

“You are just like her” He looks at me with disgusted eyes. “Always running your mouth, just like your goddamn mother.” He gets closer, his breath hitting my face. “If she was here, she would be embarrassed of having you as a daughter, just like I am.” He pauses. “You are just a mistake. I wish I had used a condom that night. No one can fucking stand you.”

I shake my head. “That’s not true.” I try to convince myself. Some tears running down my face, I just can’t avoid them. I feel more and more angry.

He simply keeps talking. “And let me tell you,“ He points an accusing finger at me. “That shitty boyfriend of yours? He’s just with you out of pity.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about. You don’t know him, dad.” My breath gets heavier.

“He’s just using you, like everyone around you, piece of shit. You will see, as soon as he finds someone bett-“

Suddenly, before he could finish talking, I push him away from me, making him lose balance, almost getting him on the floor. “Stop! Just shut the fuck up already! Leave me the fuck alone!” I scream, tears blur my vision.

But my father’s rage only seems to intensify. He doesn’t give up. He comes back, his hand connects with my cheek, slapping me across the face, leaving a red mark. For some moments, I froze. “I hate you!” I yell "I hate being here! I hate every moment spent under this roof with you!"

“Ungrateful brat! That’s all you are!” He affirms, louder than me.

“I hate the way you treat me, the way you talk to me, the way you make me feel like I'm worthless! I’m out of here!” I use the same tone as him, but this time sobbing. And with that, I start walking towards the front door, I open it.

“Sure! get the fuck out of my house! And I don’t wanna see your ass back here when you realize the shit you’ve made!” He tells me. I take one last look at him before shutting the door.

I start crying uncontrollably as I walk through the dark streets. I don’t even have where to go, I just wanna get out of this place. The only thing I can think of is Chris. I need him. He’s the only one who will understand me.

The panic just builds up as I walk the fastest I can to his house. Each step that I take doesn’t feel real. How the fuck is this actually happening. After an eternity, I finally reach his house. I ring on the doorbell, nothing. It just makes me cry more and more. I ring again, still nothing. Until I finally see the door opening. His eyes half closed, shirtless only with his pajama pants on. He blinks in confusion.

“Y/n? What’s.. What’s wrong? What are you doing here?” He asks with his husky voice.

“Chris.. Im sorry.. I..” I try to speak but the words catch in my throat, I’m only able to cry. He pulls me into a hug, my head buries on the crook of his neck as I keep breaking down. He holds me tightly, as I cling to him, my tears soaking his bare skin.

He kisses the top of my head a few times “Shh it’s okay..” He whispers. “You don’t gotta say anything right now, I just need you to breathe, love. I’ve got you..” We stay like this for some moments, until I calm down a bit.

He pulls me back from the hug, making me look at him. “Why don’t you come in so we can talk better, huh?” He questions me calmly. Chris leads me to his room, always holding my hand. As we get there, he closes the door behind us.

“Let me get you something more comfortable to wear” He looks on his wardrobe. As soon as he finds it, he hands me an oversized hoodie and some fluffy pajama pants. Once I'm settled into the cozy clothes, my boyfriend guides me to his bed. We lay down, my head on his chest as a pillow. He strokes my hair gently. “I hate seeing you like this.. Do you talk about what happened?”

I sniff. “It’s just.. Everything with my dad..” My voice shakes as I talk. I start tearing up once again. ”We argued again, but this time.. I said I wasn’t coming back there, but I don’t even have anywhere to go..” I go back to crying.

“Listen to me, you do. You have me, you are staying here for how long you need to. I’m sorry I didn’t got you out of that house earlier.” He rubs my back.

I sigh. I look up at him with my watery eyes. “Can I make you a question?” I whisper.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Do you ever.. Do you ever regret being with me? Do you ever wish you were with someone else?”

Chris's brows furrow with concern as he looks into my tear-filled eyes. “Hey, hey, hey.. Why are you asking me that?”

“I don’t know.. My dad is always telling me how you are going to leave me and.. I.. I don’t know..��� I say insecure.

Chris cups my face with his hands. “Y/n listen to me, those are just lies. Im not going to leave you and I don’t regret being with you, I love you.”

“Do you promise me?” He wipes away my tears with his thumb.

He extends his pinky finger towards me. “Wanna make a pinky promise?” His sentence makes me chuckle a bit, like a little kid. Slowly, I reach out and intertwine my pinky finger with his. “I promise that I will always be here for you, Y/n.” He smiles. “Now can you promise me that you will never doubt about it?”

“I promise Chris.” He gives me a soft peck on my lips.

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omg this end was so shitty

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[nattroan]

𝓣 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆!!✦

𝓓𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!!🕸

When you first started dating her, she was a little cold trying to make sure if she could really trust you, until one day she just came to your house after an argument with her father and you listened so carefully and hugged her and comforted her. so affectionately that you made her feel so safe with you, after that day she was much more affectionate alone with you

She's really so obsessed with giving you cute nicknames in Italian

She thinks you are the most beautiful person in the universe

Once during a sexual moment that you were having with her, she grabbed your neck out of lust and the heat of the environment. The problem was that she grabbed your neck more than she should and left the mark of her hand on your neck (and you didn't you wanted to tell her that she was taking your breath away because you didn't want to ruin the moment) and when you went to sleep after that she saw the mark on your neck and the mark on your neck reminded her of when her father was trying to kill her mother with her hands and began to cry on your shoulder while asking for forgiveness, you woke up and automatically asked her why she was crying while you hugged her and well, she told you what was happening to her while desperately asking for your forgiveness (my little baby thought that night that he had become his father😭😭)

When she's jealous, she puts her hand in one of the back pockets of your pants and gives you a kiss in front of the guy who's flirting with you just to make it clear to him that you already have a partner and it's her (if that doesn't work, she might start telling him to the guy who leaves you alone but with insults like that

“Hey idiot, don't you see that she already has a partner, leave her alone if you don't want her to break your fucking nose”

When she loses a match she feels super angry and yells or speaks badly to everyone who tries to tell her to calm down or who tries to talk to her, except you, <3

I think you are the only person capable of calming her down (help, I can't stop laughing, this reminded me of a scene from the kissing booth😭😭 look at me, Noah look at me!)

She thinks you look so cute in any type of clothes

Sometimes when she is stressed and it is not yet time to leave class she throws you a piece of paper in the middle of class telling you to meet in the locker room, when the two of them get to the locker room Natalie simply starts kissing you until she forgets why she was stressed

Natalie just loves having you on her lap while she kisses you

When she is depressed or angry the only thing she likes to do is go to your house and lay her head on your chest while you caress her head or play with her hair while a Nirvana song plays in the background

She really loves to tell you things and teach you songs from her favorite bands or soloists

She also loves it when you tell her about your tastes too and she will always listen very carefully

I feel like she would have been terrified when you told her you wanted her to meet your parents

until she finally comes to your house for dinner and sees that your parents aren't as bad as she thought, your dad asked her some questions but that's it, your parents absolutely like Nat

I think he really loves every part of your body but his favorite part of your body would be your thighsis

her loves to put his hand on your thigh and also lay his head on your thighs

You once gave him a Nirvana CD and he couldn't stop kissing you that day

She loves it when you steal her clothes and wear them, she thinks you look so cute with her things

you love the way her rings look on her hand and you're obsessed with always grabbing her hand and seeing her rings

“you really like my rings love”her said making fun of you a little

Oh, shut up,” you said laughing blushing

“Admit it” her said, grabbing you by the waist while giving you small kisses all over your face

Sometimes she gets very insecure and you have to remind her that you only love her and that you are not going to abandon her

She has a mixtape full of songs that remind her of you and she listens to it when you're not with her

when they kiss she likes to whisper I love you between kisses

You were the first to say I love you of the two, although she says it to you more often

Her loves to flirt with you just to see your blushing face

she dedicates many songs to you

For Natalie, you are the most beautiful woman in the world and it hurts her so much that you don't think the same

Every imperfection you see in yourself is something she loves

“baby you know you're too beautiful right?”

One day you told her about all your insecurities and she kissed all the imperfections you saw in yourself

n/a: hii, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, English is not my native language, I'm sorry,and if you are reading this, I just want to tell you that you are surely a wonderful and truly beautiful person, even if you don't see it for yourself and if you ever feel too bad with your physique or you are having a bad time in your life. I'm always attentive to my messages so write to me and I will try to help you <3

[sissylittlefeather]

Suspicious Minds: Part 3

A/N: Phewwwww alright, y'all. I finally was able to finish this!!! I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, so I hope you all love it too! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments. Seriously, we writers live for that. Your love was the only way I was able to break through that writers block!

Need to catch up? I know it's been awhile. Masterlist HERE.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED, kissing, cussing, gun violence, blood, espionage, and sex, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~4.4k

"Elvis!"

bang

******

You cringe and shudder as the bullet hits the wall right behind your head. Elvis rips the earpiece out of his ear and tosses it on the ground, stomping on it quickly. Before you even register what's happening, he does the same thing to yours.

"Elvis, what the fuck is going on?!" You ask shakily. He grabs you and pulls you to him, holding you tightly and trembling.

"I just either uncovered two traitors in our organization or betrayed my country."

"Why did you almost shoot me?!" He pulls back and cups your face in both of his hands.

"They told me you were working for the enemy. Tell me that's not true, honey."

"Of course it's not! I swear it, Elvis, I-"

"I trust you." He leans in and kisses you. "I lo-"

Just then the door busts open and multiple armed security guards enter the room, automatic weapons pointed in your direction. Elvis turns and pushes your body behind his. That's when West saunters in.

"Ah, Agent Presley, I knew you would be a problem for me."

"West. I should've known, you fucking rat-"

"I think that's plenty. Grab him, boys." The guards approach Elvis and he fights back, but they get him restrained and drag him away from you. "Her too."

You shake your head as the guards grab you and pull your hands behind your back with zip ties.

"Elvis!"

"It's okay, honey, I'll come for you as soon as I can. It's okay."

But it doesn't feel okay as you're dragged down a hallway to a room away from Elvis. They plop you in a chair and the two armed guards assigned to you circle like sharks.

You sit in the chair trying to assess the situation. Maybe you should just wait for Elvis to come to you. But you are probably significantly less guarded than he is. You can't just wait here. What if they kill him? No. That's too much to even think about.

You look between the guards and try to figure out what to do. As you do, tears begin to stream down your face. How did you get here?

"Shut up that crying." One of the guards yells at you.

"I can't! I don't belong here. I'm just a person. I'm not a spy." You continue to cry hysterically, increasing in both volume and intensity and an idea occurs to you.

"I said shut up!" The guard hits you across the face and you yelp in pain. You don't stop crying though. If anything, that makes it worse. You shudder and hiccup and cry with everything inside you. "I said-"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! I'm so scared and I don't know what to do! I need my meds." The guards exchange a glance.

"Meds?"

"Yes! For my anxiety. I have them in my pocket. Please." You sob loudly again and the guards look at each other.

"No. Just shut up."

"I literally can't! Please! I won't do anything. I'm just a girl. What would I do?"

"No." He says it shakily. You can tell his resolve is faltering as you continue to sob openly.

"Please! Just cut me free and let me take my medicine. That's all I'll do. I promise." The guards seem to be trying to communicate silently. You whimper and cry and pray that they'll let you free. Finally, one of the guards walks to you and pulls out his knife. The other one shakes his head.

"If this'll shut her up then it'll be worth it." The guard leans down and slices open the zip ties at your wrists.

Before either of them can register what's happening, you rip the gun out of your shoulder holster under your vest and shoot the guard with the gun in the head.

"Oh God. Fuck." You try really hard to ignore what you just did. Your love for Elvis outweighs any other hesitation. You quickly point your gun at the other guard who has his hands raised, daring him to do or say anything.

"I'm going to leave here, and you're going to let me." The confidence in your voice shocks you. But still, you walk to the door and sneak out, leaving the guard standing there in shock.

Alarms blare as you search from room to room for Elvis. You have no idea what you'll do when you find him, but leaving without him is not an option. After a decent amount of time, you open a door and find him sitting in the middle of a room, hands zip tied behind him. Your heart stops when you see him. They've obviously been beating him. To what end, you're not sure, but his face is bloody and swollen and it breaks your heart. You immediately rush over to him, pulling the knife from your boot to cut him free.

"Baby, how did you-?"

"Shhh, Elvis, we need to get out of here." You get him completely cut free and he leans against you as you move towards the door. When you get there, he stops you and kisses you.

"You're incredible. I need to to tell you-"

"Elvis. We really have to go. They'll be here any second." He nods and lets you guide him out the door and up staircases. You manage to make it to the roof without running into anyone else. But once you get up there, you stand there with him wrapped around you, not sure what to do next.

"What's your plan, babe?"

"This was it. I don't know-" You're cut off by the sound of a chopper hovering close to the roof. Elvis pulls his gun out and points it at the helicopter, but the door swings open.

"Get in!" Its Nine. Part of you freezes. Whose side is she on? "All hell's broken loose. Get in the fucking helicopter!"

You decide you don't have a choice and half carry Elvis over to it and climb in. You slam the door and she takes off quickly.

"Well, that didn't go as planned, did it?"

"You could say that." Elvis yells over the sound of the chopper. You make the rest of the journey in silence, but she doesn't take you back to headquarters. Instead, she takes you somewhere else. It's not until you land that you realize you're at some kind of government location. She cuts the engine and the blades slow and you are finally able to speak.

"Where are we?" She looks at you, seemingly trying to decide how much she should tell you.

"Langley. My organization is shot. We need big guns." She leads you into the building and you're greeted by the deputy director of the CIA. Nine does all the talking as you hold Elvis up. He does his best to stand on his own, but you can tell he's in a good deal of pain.

Eventually, they separate you all to tell your pieces of the story. You sit with an agent and tell him everything, starting with the night you downloaded the information.

"And where is that flash drive?"

"We gave it to the Colonel." The agent curses openly.

"That traitorous bastard will be on the first plane to a country that doesn't extradite."

"I'm sorry."

"We'll get it back." You continue your conversation until he finally dismisses you. He takes you down to the cafeteria to eat something and then brings you back up to a waiting area of sorts. They appear to do the same with Elvis and he sits next to you about an hour after you sit down.

He immediately turns to you and wraps you in a hug, kissing your cheek.

"Honey, I'm so glad you're okay. I thought I'd lost you." He gently brushes his thumb across your face and looks into your eyes.

"I'm right here. We made it out."

"Yes, but you failed the mission." Nine appears, looking between the two of you cuddled together in the chairs. "You're obviously fired, Agent Presley."

"I know I should care, but right now, I really don't." He looks back to you, his hand on your face again.

"Good. That means you can work for me." The deputy director chimes in, interrupting your moment with Elvis.

"Work for you? Here?" You ask genuinely curious.

"Yes, here. The mission still needs to be completed. I'd like to have you both work here to make sure it gets done. Once that is complete, we will consider you for other projects in the future. Our concern is your skill, not your relationship status." Elvis looks to you as you nod and smile and then up at the deputy director.

"I think we can make that happen, boss." He stands up and shakes his hand, grimacing with the pain of getting on his feet.

"But not today. You two need some time to recover. We will resume the mission in 48 hours." Nine nods to the deputy director.

"We'll put them back in the safe house until then."

You both breathe a sigh of relief that you'll be alone again soon.

******

It's dark when you finally get back to the safe house. Elvis is really glad to see his Stutz is still there. He unlocks the door and you both drop your bags on the floor and wrap yourselves around each other, but he winces and pulls back.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize. Let's just get you cleaned up." You take him into the bathroom and manage to find a bowl and washcloth. He leans against the counter as you gently dab at his face to remove the dried blood. When you finish, he takes your hand and kisses your palm softly.

"Thank you, baby." He's dying to tell you what he's been trying to get out all day, but his exhaustion gets the better of him.

"Okay, let's get you into bed. You need rest." He nods and allows you to lead him into the bedroom.

You sit him on the edge of the bed and begin to undress him carefully. He grimaces as you move him to remove his jacket and shirt. The bruises on his ribs are starting to turn dark purple and it breaks your heart to see them. Your fingers are featherlight as you graze them over his skin.

"Oh, Elvis."

"It's not so bad."

"You don't have to play tough for me." He pulls you down into a kiss. Keeping his lips pressed to yours, he turns and lays back on the bed, bringing you down with him, his hand on the side of your face. He backs away from the kiss and his eyes flick between yours quickly. It's like he's trying to decide something. You stare into his eyes silently waiting and he finally opens his mouth.

"Baby, there's something I've been trying to tell you all day." Your heart flutters as he moves a piece of hair out of your face.

"Yeah?" He swallows hard. You can tell he's nervous too.

"And you don't have to say anything. I know it's quick, but I just can't wait anymore."

"Elvis-"

"I love you." It hangs in the air like something tangible, falling on you like soft rain drops. You close your eyes and let it wash over you. "Baby?"

Your eyes open and you lean in and kiss his cheek. You kiss above his eye where there's a deep cut. Then you kiss his other cheek, the end of his nose, his jawline, his forehead, and finally land at his lips. Then, you whisper.

"I love you too." He pulls you in to kiss you deeply and presses his forehead to yours.

"You do?"

"Of course I do." He smiles and kisses you again and then backs off quickly, grunting in pain. You kiss his neck and start to move down his chest, softly pressing your lips to the places where the bruises are forming. He whimpers as you leave a trail of kisses down his abdomen to the line of hair that leads down into his pants. You undo his belt and begin to strip him from the waist down.

"Honey, I want nothing more than to make love to you, but I can't really move-"

"Then don't. Be still and let me take care of you." His cock bounces free, standing at full attention, as you remove his pants and settle between his legs.

"Honey-OH!" He leans his head back and moans loudly as you take him in your mouth. You use one hand to push his foreskin back and then pull him deeply into your throat. "Goddamn, baby, that's good."

His hand goes to your hair and he grabs a handful as you bob up and down on his dick. You run your tongue up the bottom of his shaft and then lick a slow circle around the head. Then, you go back to bouncing up and down and pull him into your throat again. His hips buck and he moans and you know he won't last much longer if you keep this up. You pull off of him and stand up next to the bed, stripping off all of your clothes. He reaches up and touches your body, squeezing your breast gently, dragging his thumb across your nipple, and then moving down to your center where he rubs circles on your clit.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You have me body and soul, honey."

"I'm yours, Elvis." You whisper as you climb on top of him and straddle his hips. He groans as you sink down onto him, taking his whole cock inside you. You start to slowly grind against him, pushing him even deeper and he whimpers. "Does it hurt?"

"God, no, baby." You smile and lift your hips, sliding him back into you as you lower yourself. He grabs your hips and holds them, moving you up and down on himself sensually. "Mmm I'm not gonna last long."

"That's okay." He moves one hand back to your center and moves his thumb on your clit. "Me neither, if you do that."

You throw your head back as you ride him a little quicker and he continues to rub your sensitive bud. You moan softly and sweat as he groans and tenses under you.

"Cum with me baby. I'm so close."

"Yes, fuck. Me too!"

You both move a little faster, trying to push the other over the edge. Finally, your climax bursts inside you and you come so hard just as he grunts and bucks his hips up into you one last time, filling you with his release. You shudder and pulse around him as he trembles and groans. He pulls you down to his chest and holds you close as you both try to catch your breath.

"I love you, Elvis." He kisses the top of your head and sighs.

"I love you too, baby." He mumbles and you lay in silence for a few minutes before you realize his breathing has evened out. You look up at him and smile. He's asleep. For the first time in days, you feel completely relaxed and drift off to sleep in his arms.

******

For 48 glorious hours, you're in the safe house enjoying the bliss of being together uninterrupted. At the end of it, you dress again for the mission and he kisses your forehead with his arms wrapped around you.

"No matter what happens, remember that I love you. We can do this, baby." You nod and snuggle into his chest.

He drives the Blackhawk back to Langley and you both get out and walk in. You're led to the roof where there's a helicopter waiting for you. You find yourself again with a voice in your ear telling what to do and you start to have flashbacks to the last time you did this. Your anxiety hits the roof. Elvis can feel the change in your demeanor and he reaches over to take your hand and squeeze it gently. He gives you a smile and you breathe a little easier. Something about having him close by makes you feel like you can do anything.

Next thing you know, you're being dropped on the roof again. Security shows up a little quicker this time, but you make it inside. There are more armed guards and it's harder to make it to your destination. Elvis also has a harder time fighting hand to hand with all of his injuries. Still, you're doing okay and making it to your destination.

"One last corner, baby, then we're in the room." You nod and Elvis grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. He's smiling at you, distracted, when he walks around the corner.

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Everything is in slow motion as you watch in horror while Elvis's body hits the floor in front of you. Somehow, you think fast enough though to pull your gun before you turn the corner and shoot the guard. Turns out your aim is pretty good and he hits the floor too. You frantically kneel next to Elvis and watch as his fingers turn red where he holds the wound.

"Oh God."

"Angel! What is it? Is Agent Presley down?" Nine asks sternly in your earpiece.

"Yes!" You holler shakily in response.

"You have to continue. We will send someone to help."

"No! I'm not leaving him."

"Angel, you have to-" You rip the earpiece out and set it on the ground, turning your attention to Elvis where he lays on the floor in what is quickly becoming a pool of blood.

"You have to stop the bleeding." He growls, grabbing your hand.

"What? Elvis-" Your voice comes out a panic-stricken screech.

"You can do it. You need to cover the wound and then tie something around it to keep it in place."

"Keep it in place? I'll just hold it?" You strip off your vest and press it against the wound, holding it down as tightly as you can.

"You have to tie it in place so you can finish the mission."

"No! I'm not-"

"Listen to me. If you don't finish this, then it's all for nothing. Please. You have to do this. For me." His blue eyes plead with you and you know you can't tell him no. You rip your shirt off and tie the sleeves around him tightly to hold your vest in place on his bullet wound. Left in just your undershirt, you shiver a little, but you'd give every article of clothing to save him.

"I don't think I can do this."

"You can and you will, baby." He reaches up to touch your face, but his fingers are covered in blood. You grab his hand in yours and kiss the back of it. "I love you."

"I love you too. Please don't die." He smiles weakly.

"I'm not plannin' on it. Now go." You snatch the earpiece off the ground and stuff it back in your ear. Giving Elvis one last quick kiss, you stand and look up and down the hallway. You hear someone coming and pray that it's help and not another guard, but just in case it is, you quickly slide into the room and lock the door behind you.

Breathing deeply, you walk to the computer and start your part of the mission. Surprisingly, no one bothers you and you're able to download evidence of West's and the Colonel's treason with no issues. Then, you plant a virus given to you by the tech team at the CIA and watch as their system begins to crumble. That's when the alarms go off.

You sneak back out into the hallway, gun drawn, but there's no one there. Even Elvis is gone and there's nothing but a bloodstain where he was lying. You say another quick prayer that he's been rescued and not found by the wrong people. Miraculously, you make it back up to the roof without having to shoot anyone else. It seems like everyone is too busy dealing with the system crash to find you.

You run to the chopper as it lands on the roof and jump in, expecting to see Elvis there. But he's not. The helicopter is empty except for the pilot. You scream at him that you have to go back, that you're not leaving Elvis behind, but he ignores you, taking off as soon as the door is shut. He can't hear you over the sound of the blades, so he doesn't notice that you cry hysterically the whole way back to Langley.

Back in the building, you stomp and scream at anyone that will listen, begging them to tell you where he is. They shake their heads and tell you they don't know and you become more frantic by the second. Finally, you locate Nine and run to her.

"Where the fuck is he?!"

"Angel, calm down-"

"No. I want to know where he is! Did you leave him there?!" She purses her lips.

"Of course we didn't leave him! He's in surgery. It doesn't look good. If you'd stop screaming, I could take you to the hospital."

"Surgery? No." All of the adrenaline that was keeping you standing is sucked out of you when you realize he may not make it. You fall to the ground weeping quietly. "He's going to die and it's all my fault."

"I said he's in surgery. They're still working. Don't give up on him yet. Come on." She drags you up off the floor and half carries you to her car.

At the hospital, the doctor comes to you to explain what's happening, but all you hear is that he's in critical condition, has lost a lot of blood, and they're not sure they can get him back. You nervously pace the hospital waiting room, chewing your nails until they bleed. Nine watches you, in awe of your dedication to him. Several hours later, she tries to encourage you to take a break.

"Angel, why don't you go take a shower and change. Eat something." For the first time, you realize you're still in your undershirt, dirty and covered in Elvis's blood. You haven't eaten in almost 14 hours.

"I can't leave him."

"Then at least sit down." You nod and drop into the chair next to her, your exhaustion winning out. "You really love him, don't you?"

"I do. I can't lose him."

"I hope you don't." She pats your hand awkwardly. You can tell she's not one for conversations about feelings. But you are grateful that she hasn't left you alone. You're about to tell her as much when the doctor comes back. You immediately stand up and walk to him quickly.

"Doctor, what-"

"He's alive." Your heart skips and you breathe for the first time in hours. "It was touch and go and he has a long recovery ahead of him, but he is alive. I can take you to him."

"God, yes, thank you doctor." He leads you down a hallway to a room. It's dark with lots of beeping machines and you nearly lose it again when you see Elvis laying there on the bed. He seems almost childlike in his vulnerability and it makes you love him even more. You go to his side and sit down, gently taking his hand.

"He won't be awake for a while. You can go home-"

"No. I'll stay." The doctor shrugs.

"Alright, then. Let us know if you need anything." He leaves you alone and you lay your forehead on the bed. The exhaustion hits you and you're sound asleep in minutes.

You wake up to the sun peeking in through the curtains and a nurse there to check his vitals. You sit up quickly and look at him.

He smiles warmly.

"Hey, honey, you're awake."

"I'm awake? You're awake! Why didn't you wake me up?!" He reaches out and caresses your cheek gently.

"You were sleepin' so good, baby. I didn't want to bother ya."

"Elvis Presley, I could slap you right now."

"Please don't. I'm still in a lot of pain." You smile despite yourself and then start to giggle. He tries to laugh with you, but it hurts. Then, your giggles turn to sniffles as the tears start to slide down your cheeks. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him gently on the lips and then on the cheek. "Aw, honey, now why are you crying?"

He catches your tears with his thumbs and wipes them away.

"I thought I'd lost you." He pulls your face down to his and presses his forehead against yours.

"Baby, it's gonna take a lot more than that to get rid of me." You smile and close your eyes. "I love you."

He whispers and you whisper in return.

"I love you too."

******

One year later

You're in the kitchen staring at water and waiting for it to boil when you hear the front door open.

"And just what kind of time do you call this?" You holler to him. He saunters into the kitchen.

"Some of us have real jobs that require paperwork." He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder. "We don't all get to work in a cushy office at headquarters."

You turn to face him and he kisses you tenderly.

"Listen, it's not my fault you botched that job and had to fill out a report. The direction I gave you was good, you just weren't listening."

"I was a little distracted. I kept thinking about you naked on top of me last night." You gasp playfully.

"You naughty boy."

"You love me." He kisses you again.

"I do love you, Agent Presley." He smiles and you kiss the end of his nose.

"I love you too, Agent Presley." This time he kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You completely forget about the water you were waiting to boil as he lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom.

He was right about one thing on the night you met him. You never needed that pink vibrator again.

******

The End!

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[healmyhrt]

⌗ a night alone, c. sturniolo

chris x fem!reader

summary: you and chris have the house to yourselves and decide to do something other than… inappropriate things, and fail. (lmao)

disclaimers!: established relationship, oral sex (male receiving), mild smut, kissing, cursing, use of y/n,

a/n: yall. its short. all my shit is short unfortunately, I APOLOGIZE. I WILL MAKE LONGER FICS IN THE FUTURE. until then, HERES A CHRIS FIC FOR MY CHRIS GIRLS 😜 | also didn’t proofread <3

the boys were out for the night, so it was just chris and i. we often have nights to ourselves, but we usually choose to do more… inappropriate things. that’s why i wanted to have a simple date night tonight.

“okay come up!” i yell down toward his bedroom. chris jogs up the steps, and his eyes widen at the kitchen table.

“what’s this?” he smiles.

spread across the wooden table were all the ingredients to bake cookies, and a few candles. he looks over to me, and smirks. “oh, you shouldn’t have.” he says in a dramatic tone, walking toward me.

he puts his arms around my waist, and i place my hands around his neck, slightly looking up at him. “i thought it’d be a nice change for our night alone.” i grin back.

chris glances back over at the table, and then back at me with the sweetest smile ever. “and it is.”

i kiss him, impatiently, and he tilts my jaw upward with his index finger. a repetitive sound interrupts us, and i look over at my phone on the table. “sorry.” i sigh.

“i set a timer for the butter to thaw.” i chuckle, holding up the now soft, stick of butter. chris laughs and then stops abruptly, looking at all the ingredients again.

“wait,” he starts, “does this mean we’re not fucking?”

oh my god.

“chris—” he continues walking around the table until he gets to the assortment of cookies. “wait, babe.”

i scoff. “yeah?” he picks up the cookies, and turns it so i can read the title. “these are bake only, they’re pre-made. we dont need all these ingredients.” he laughs.

i snatch the cookies from his hands, and read the title again. “shut the fuck up.” i mumble. chris takes the cookies from my hands, and places them on the table.

“so, i guess we can fuck.” he smirks.

“chris, noooo. we need to do something different.” i gesture to the cookies he just put down. he places his hands on my waist, lifting me up like it’s nothing.

i automatically wrap my legs around his waist, and he places both hands on my hips, holding me up.

“please, baby.”

i gently bite my bottom lip. that’ll do it for me.

“fine. but only for a little.” chris smiles instantly, and smashes his lips against mine. the kiss is hungry, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

he sits me on the counter, and slowly lifts up my nightgown. i pull it over my head, and do the same to his shirt, then he throws it on the floor.

“pants.” i say through a kiss.

chris’s hands leave my hips, and begin shimmying his pants down. i hop off of the counter, and adjust him so he’s leaning against it. “what’re you—” i interrupt him by putting my hand over his mouth.

he nods, and i move my hand, using it to pull down his boxers. chris’s breathing becomes rapid, and i smile to myself.

i hold his shaft in my hands, and spit over his tip. chris watches while it slowly trickles down from my lips and onto him.

he trembles as it slides down his shaft, and i hold eye contact with him while i move my hand up and down, spreading it.

i had grown bored of touching him with my hands, so i move my mouth to his cock, and wrap my lips around his tip. i look up asking for his consent, and chris gives me a quick nod.

i took more and more of him, stopping halfway because i couldn't swallow any more. i started bobbing my head on his cock, collecting the precum.

“ah, ah…” chris moaned every time i put more of him into my mouth, and felt his tip hit the back of my throat.

“please, ma…” he spoke through whimpers, and grabbed a handful of my hair. chris thrusts into my mouth, bruising my throat.

i tap his thigh, and he comes to an abrupt stop.

i pull myself off of him, and his cock leaves mymouth with a pop sound. “too rough?” i wipe my mouth, and stand up, kissing him.

“it’s okay. i like it when you’re like that.” i smirk.

chris pulls up his boxers and his pajama pants together, and looks around for his shirt. i slide my nightgown back up my legs, and straighten the straps on my shoulders.

“so, we should probably make these cookies now, huh?”

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Maybe this is triggering but can I ask for 9th member x skz but the 9th member is at school in a shooting and skz are worried (I know this can be cringe or triggering so you don't have to do it if you don't want to)

Ride or die

- 9th member

Warning: shootings, angst, crying

Pairing: 9th member x skz

Summary: going to school and thinking you’ll never make it back home alive is scary.

Hey before you guys start to read this, this is a warning about the contents that will be in the story. If you find it uncomfortable please do not read the story.

-🩷

**

It was supposed to be a good day.

It was supposed to be a normal day.

I didn’t think at any moment in time I would be hiding in the janitors closet begging God to spare my life. Spare our life.

I thought these things happened in movies. I thought it was all just some type of glitch in the universe.

Boy was I wrong.

My legs were up against my chest. I could hear I.N’s breathing down my neck as I held him close.

My hand over both his ears as tears run down his face.

The heat of the tiny compartment made our bodies sweat severely and make our head spin in circles. All I could hear were terrifying screams coming from outside the door followed by loud bangs. Loud scary bangs.

Please God, Save us. Is all I was thinking about.

I look in his eyes trying to calm him down without saying a word. My body shaking terribly.

I wanted to go back home so bad.

It was dark in the closet. We were hiding behind some trash cans and the space was barely enough for one person but we had to make it work.

“Breath I.N. Breath.” I whisper to the young boy who was now looking like he was about to pass out.

“I love you,” he whispers making my heart break even more and making me worry even more.

“We’re going to get through this okay? We have too.” I whisper to him and he nods while shutting his eyes.

My phone starts to vibrate in my pockets and his does too. The non stop calls gets me to grab it out of my pocket to see who could possibly be wanting to talk at such a moment.

There couldn’t possibly be any network down here. So how? How were we getting calls?

I look at the name that comes up and see it’s our oldest brother Chan calling. The light of the screen slowly blinding me.

I look over at I.N who shows me his screen with our second oldest brother calling. Leeknow.

We couldn’t risk a phone call right now. Not at all.

“Turn it off.” I whisper to him and he nods quickly putting the phone away.

My hands intertwine with his.

The shots and screams getting louder and louder.

Were our friends going to be okay?

I let out a tiny sob not able to hold it in anymore and silently cry as we sat in the dark closet.

The smell of bleach started to cause a banging headache in my end.

Chan’s Pov:

At first when I saw that the school was calling me, I didn’t know what the problem was. The twins never misbehaved so I just turn it off thinking it wasn’t that serious. ‘I’ll just call them back later’ I thought to myself.

The boys and I were sat in the study room reading for our upcoming exams so automatically everyone was busy in their text books or computers.

I had dropped the twins off earlier and came straight back home in the morning and it was only 12:15 in the afternoon.

The calls kept coming in from all over and when I saw that they weren’t going to give up calling me I picked up.

“Hey this is bangchan I’m really busy-“ I say frustrated but was cut out with a quiet panicked voice.

“Hello sir? This is Yongsan International School and we would like to inform you that the school is currently under lockdown.” A lady says into the phone.

“Lockdown?! What do you mean lockdown?!” I get up from my chair which causes the boys to look at me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I start to pace the room.

“I’m very sorry to say that there is a shooting in progress and if you could get down here as fast as possible that would very much be appreciated.”

“How the fuck do you let that happen?” I yell into the phone, “what type of school lets this shit happen?!”

“Channie hyung what’s wrong?” Felix asks worried obviously. I turn to the boys who were now staring at me. Eager to know what’s wrong.

The world goes quiet as I try to form the words to explain to my brothers that their little siblings were currently in a shooting.

Why would someone want to do such a thing to such innocent teenagers?

“T-the school, the twins- their school is apparently has had a shooting.” My phone drops out of my hands as I feel my body almost collapse.

“Hyung oh my God! Sit down please,” Changbin grabs a hold of me and slowly puts me back in my original sit.

“What do you mean the school is under attack?” Han voice books across the room filled with panic. He grabs the tv remote and turns up the news where we see the familiar place with many cop cars outside surrounding it.

“Oh my God,” Felix gasps before pulling out his phone.

“I have to get to Y/n or I.N some way!” I exclaim before grabbing my keys from the counter.

“I-I need to go right now..”

“I’m coming with you hyung. The rest of you try and get in contact with the twins. If they call let us know please.” Leeknow instructs the younger boys.

He was frantic aswell. Even tho leeknow was known as the less emotional brother whenever something went wrong you could tell how affected he was by the situation.

“Guys please be safe, please.” Seungmin tells us before quickly hugging us as we rush out the doors and get into one of the cars.

“Pass me my phone Lee, I’ll call Y/n you call I.N,” I tell him and he quickly gives it to me.

I start blowing up their phones praying that somehow one of them picks up and tells me everything is okay.

“They are going to be okay hyung. I know Y/n she’s strong she’ll protect I.N,” Leeknow says trying to make the situation better.

My chest ached. The constant fear of them getting killed in that school kept crawling up my back and the thought of them being terrified, probably hiding somewhere not sure what to do made me want to throw up.

“If something happens to them I won’t ever forgive my self Leeknow.” My voice quivers as the words leave my mouth.

He looks over at me and rubs my back for assurance.

“Nothing is going to happen to them I promise.” I didn’t even know how he was keeping his shit together right now. How?

The drive wasn’t long because of the way I was speeding. The roads were kind of empty and the weather was very foggy. It had rained in the morning but Seoul weather was always confusing.

“Okay let’s go, let’s go.” I quickly saying getting out the car not trying to slip on the slippery ground.

I look around trying to assess the situation. The school looks so gloomy and children were being wheeled out or were being carried out by people.

Some were frantic others were just quiet. As if in a trance.

The cops were surrounding a specific area. I run towards one of the parents who looked like they just saw a ghost. Her body trembling.

“Leeknow stay here and try and fine them, imll go ask what’s going on.”

“Be safe Chan.”

I quickly nod and run to the First Lady I see. She was wearing a coat and her makeup was smudged from all the crying.

“Excuse ma’am can you tell me what’s going on?” I ask the lady who was clearly not in the right mindset at all.

“They caught the guy but they are so many injured kids, non confirmed deaths yet” she gives me a small smile.

“Thank you,”

I run back to leeknow who’s searching for a sign of I.N or Y/n.

Y/n’s Pov:

I.N and I always were together in ever place and area.

We were always moving in twos. That’s how it worked. I.N and Y/n. How it always worked.

The world was moving in slow motion as me and I.N were holding eachother in the closet.

Being put in a position where you think your life is about to be ended in the most brutal way makes you think back and appreciate the little things. The things that mattered or didn’t.

“A-are they gone? Please tell me they’re gone Y/n,” I.N whispers causing me to snap out of my little trail of thoughts and come back into reality.

“I don’t know baby bread but I really hope so. Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Yeah just out of breath.” He whimpers.

“Shhh it’s okay, just breathe yeah?” He nods in response as we sit there for what felt like hours.

“Do you think Channie is outside waiting for us?”

“Yes I do, I know he is. I feel it.” The little hum that comes out of his mouth makes me believe that he actually believed me.

By the time everything had gone kind of quiet I pull out my phone to see a clock reading “6:35pm”

We had been sat here for 6 hours

No moving no talking just fear and shock.

A loud banging at the door causes us to jump and squeal in fear. Did they find us? Were they going to kill is now?

“This is the police call out of your in there!” A loud voice fills the room.

I.N wraps his hand around my mouth to stop the sobs from escaping.

His tight grip loosening when he hears the man’s voice.

“I-I’m going to check-“

“No you can’t Y/nie that so dangerous, you’ll get yourself killed. Imagine it’s a trap.”

“I.N we have to find a way to know what going on. The service here is horrible” I whisper back at him.

“But y/n-“

“I’ll be okay I’m just peeping through the door I.N trust me.”

“O-okay but if-“

“Nothing will happen, I promise.”

I give him a small nod before crawling to the door and looking through a tiny crack.

I see police officers walking around assessing the place and I see a man standing right outside in uniform.

“Oh thank God.” I whisper. The feelings of relief causing me to cry and sob.

“I.N I think it’s safe, I see police.”

“Are you sure?” He asks hesitantly crawling out of the hiding space.

“Yeah, let me go out first, here hold my stuff.” I hand him my back and phone before opening the door.

“Hey! I found her!” An officer yells causing me to jump in panic.

“Hey I’m not going to hurt you Y/n-“ he softly says reaching out to grab me.

How does he know my name? Why does he know my name?

“How do you know my name?” I ask the man.

“You guys have been hiding for more than 5 hours, we’ve been looking for you and your brother.” He says holding out his hand.

The hallways were empty. No sign of any kids.

“I-is he gone, the shooter?”

“Yes he is love and your older brothers are waiting for you outside,”

“Chan?”

“Yes Chan, where is your brother? Do you think you’ve lost him.”

I shake my head no before returning to the closet and pulling I.N out. His taller figure wrapping me in his arms.

“Hey I.N, I’m officer Chen. These guys are my colleagues. Should we go outside?”

I nod my head eagerly waiting to see my brothers.

“Please let’s go I need to see leeknow or Chan,” I quickly say. I grab my bag and phone from I.N’s hands because he also has to carry his stuff. We follow the cop who was checking in on us making sure we were okay. Never in a million years did I ever think I would find my older brothers in a frantic state. A crying state but that all changed today.

“Chan!” I scream and he looks up. His eyes in disbelief.

“Y/n?! I.N?!” My footsteps start to get quicker before I jump into his arms, I.N doing the same to leeknow.

“My babies oh my God. Are you guys okay? Are you guys hurt? I thought you guys died. My poor babies.”

“We’re okay, we’re okay.” I say tears running down my face. He wipes them with his hands and kisses my forehead. He starts examining me and asking me questions.

“Here you guys must be freezing, take my jacket.” Leeknow hands me his and Chan does the same to I.N.

“Oh baby girl you had be scared there you know?” Leeknow grabs me in his hands and kisses me all over my face.

“Please tell me you’re okay, please.”

“I’m okay leeknow I promise, I’m just happy I’m with you guys.”

“We need to take them to the paramedics to make sure everything is alright and if they are you guys can take them home,” the officer cuts out conversation short.

“Yes yes anything, go ahead.” Chan approves.

The officer nods and leads me and I.N to the ambulance where Chan and leeknow sit close by asking the lady so many questions.

“Yes and that’s it, you guys look good to go.” She looks at us sympathetically before putting away her gloves and turning to Chan and leeknow.

“They need to drink a lot of water and make sure they take in a lot of rest.” She tells Chan and he nods his head noting it down.

“Therapists for such situations should be also be taken very seriously because they are young they need all the help they can get to get over this trauma,” She also tell Chan who continues to ask more questions.

“So we need to get them therapists?”

“Yeah but that’s only if you see a change in their behavior. We don’t want anything bad happening to them mentally.”

“Right right. your right,”

“We’ll give you guys some contacts but right now, I want you to take them home and take care of them, are you there dad?”

“N-no I’m their older brother, our parents died a few years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,”

“It’s okay, thank you tho.”

“You’re welcome and here’s my number,” she winks at Chan which makes him cringe but Chan being a people pleaser, he wanted to be polite so he took it.

“Chan?” I call for him and within seconds his by my side.

“Yes my love,” he says kneeling besides me.

“I love you so much and I love you so much leeknow.” I tell them both and leeknow turns his head away.

He was crying I knew he was and he didn’t want me to see that. I knew it.

“We love you too and you I.N. Should we get you guys home?” He asks while fighting the tears that were so clearly about to fall.

“Yeah.”

**

To the person that requested this: thank you so much for your request I’m about to make a part two if you would like :) cause I have an idea to complete the actual story if you would like!! 🩷.

[bonchobrick]

(angst alert !! death + slight blood tw !!)

Tim is stuck in a sticky situation and has to call a certain 'spooky' friend for help.

Jason would probably call him a dumbass for trying to do something so stupid. Well, atleast thats what Tim thinks Jason would do, he isn't for sure though, he isn't certain.

Because Jason's laying on the ground with a flat pulse and he wont be giving him any answers anytime soon.

---

“Don' look so weird replacement, its just anoth’r day in gotham.” His brother slurs with the slight quirk of his lips

"Jason don't fucking do this to me!" Tim hisses tears cursing his eyes

And Jason, oh that bastard—bleeding out on the pavement and in Tim’s arms sends him his classic beaming Robin Smile. 

"Love ya' little bro take care of yo'rself, kay?" he says eyes fluttering

"Jay," Tim cries, "You dick."

For all the joy and hope and belief his smile conveyed for the first time in a long time—his red blood muddled what should’ve been such a nice sight. Tim held him on the pavement with someone yelling on the comm mic on the floor that he just can’t bother trying to pay attention to. 

The pavement is cold. The air is cold. His brother is cold. It’s all so cold tonight. 

All the younger boy does close his eyes and slowly, In. Out. In. Out.

He lets himself breathe for a minute. Lets the horror wash over him. Lets himself absorb what just happened,

Then he gets back to work. 

Like a switch his brain is back online running at a hundred miles an hour–what is the best scenario, what should I do when my brother's wrist is limp and his eyes are shut, what do I do if he’s dead again, what can i do, how can I Fix. This.

Thoughts cloud his mind, whirring around his head like layers and layers of messy documents has just been dumped on his desk and he’s shuffling through them panicked trying to find the right file because its somewhere here, there is something and he just needs to sort. it. out. And–

Then it all becomes clear. 

His desk is back to clean and stationary. All of the papers are gone back into neat piles in neat manila folders, stored away in tidy filing shelves–

Everything is gone aside from one little yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.

“Well, Jay?” Tim chuckles with a cracked voice, “Second times the charm right?”

In his mind, at the center of it all, on a yellow sticky note lies the words in green ink: ‘Contact The Ghost King.’

Slowly he shifts and with a loud grunt he lifts up Jason, “Up we go!”

“--im? Why do you have Red Hood’s Comm–Tim what happened! Tim!” the comm speaker plays faintly in the background of his head, “Tim! Whatever you’re thinking off doing, don’t!” someone Tim can’t think about hisses

Tim hums absentmindedly towards the mic, almost automatically, “Don’t worry Babs, I’ve got it covered.”

Walking away from the roof he thinks to himself, I wonder where Jason would wanna wake up? Perhaps his apartment? Yea, i think that would go well by him–let’s head to the apartment.  

And just like that Tim leaves a crime scene—shuffling away with a dead body over his shoulder and a plan.

“Jay,” Tim murmurs to the corpse on his shoulder, “You’re really gonna hate this, but i’m doing this for you anyways cause I love you. So dont be too hard on me when you wake up okay asshole?”

Tim stumbles off into the stairwell making his descent and sometime as he walks away Barbara faintly catches him on the comm saying

“-Your gonna love Danny and making your lame 'im a dead guy' jokes with him man .”