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scoupsakakitty · 3 months ago

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Burning Jealousy | idol!Vernon x Reader | angst, fluff

The sound of the espresso machine filled the small café, blending harmoniously with the low chatter of customers and the clinking of ceramic cups. Y/N expertly poured steamed milk into a cup, creating a perfect heart-shaped latte art. Just as she placed it on the counter, Sofia leaned against the register with a mischievous grin.

"So, guess who’s coming to New York next week?" Sofia asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Y/N glanced at her, wiping her hands on her apron. "Seventeen?"

"Bingo!" Sofia beamed. "And you’re coming with me."

Y/N hesitated. She should’ve seen this coming. Of course, Sofia would want to see the group—her brother included—especially since she had a crush on one of the backup dancers, Joon. Y/N knew about her little infatuation; Sofia wouldn’t shut up about him.

"I don’t know…" Y/N trailed off.

Sofia pouted, reaching for Y/N’s arm. "Come on, you have to! Please? It’s been forever since we went on a trip together. And you love New York!"

Y/N sighed. Saying no to Sofia had always been impossible. Despite everything, she still adored her. Even though she was Vernon’s little sister, their friendship had remained strong, even after the breakup.

"Fine," Y/N relented, shaking her head with a small smile.

Sofia squealed, clapping her hands together. "Yes! You won’t regret it. And, uh… Vernon’s gonna be there too."

Y/N’s stomach twisted slightly, but she forced a neutral expression. "I figured."

Sofia hesitated before speaking again. "I just— I feel bad, you know? I introduced you two, and now you’re both sad, and I feel responsible."

Y/N softened. "It’s not your fault, Sof. We just… didn’t work out."

Sofia nodded, but she still looked guilty. "I still think you guys were perfect together."

Y/N chose not to respond.

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The city greeted them with its usual bustle—yellow taxis honking, the crisp scent of roasted nuts from street vendors, and the towering skyscrapers. Y/N took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar energy of the city she loved.

After checking into their separate hotel rooms, Sofia turned to Y/N. "Hey, I’m gonna meet up with Vernon for a bit. Then later, we’ll meet up with Joon and his friend, okay?"

Y/N blinked. "You’re meeting Vernon alone?"

"Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll let you know how it goes."

Y/N just nodded, suddenly feeling more nervous than she expected.

Vernon walked beside Sofia, hands shoved in his pockets, as they strolled through a quiet part of the city. He had always been close with his sister, so he could tell she was up to something.

"Why’d you really want to meet up, Sof?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

She grinned. "What, I can’t just want to see my favorite brother?"

"I’m your only brother."

"Exactly." She bumped his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you that Y/N’s here too. And she’s coming to the concert."

Vernon stopped walking. "She is?"

Sofia nodded. "Yeah. She came with me."

His heart did an involuntary flip. "Why didn’t she come with you now?"

Sofia raised a brow. "Seriously?"

Vernon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, that was dumb."

Sofia gave him a look before asking, "Do you still have feelings for her?"

Vernon stared at her. He knew the answer, but saying it out loud felt too real.

"It doesn’t matter, does it?" he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Sofia sighed. "You should talk to her."

Vernon remained silent.

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The club was packed, music thrumming through the floor. Y/N laughed as she danced with Joon’s friend, feeling lighter than she had in months. Sofia was busy with Joon, their chemistry obvious. Drinks were flowing, and for once, Y/N allowed herself to just enjoy the moment.

Sofia posted stories throughout the night. One particular video captured Y/N twirling, laughing with the backup dancer. Harmless, really.

But when Vernon saw it, he saw red.

Vernon had spent the night pacing. He wasn’t the type to let jealousy consume him, but seeing Y/N like that—so carefree, with someone else—made something inside him snap.

By morning, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He marched down to the hotel reception, asking for Y/N’s room. When he found it, he knocked. Then knocked again. And again, until she finally groggily opened the door, hair messy from sleep.

"Vernon?" she asked, blinking in confusion.

He didn’t wait. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell was last night?" he demanded, voice sharp.

Y/N frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You were all over him!" His tone was nearly a growl. "Seriously, Y/N? One year together, and you move on just like that? With my backup dancer, of all people?"

Y/N’s shock turned into anger. "Are you kidding me? Vernon, we broke up. You don’t get to tell me what I do anymore."

"I know, but—!" He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "It’s hard, okay? Seeing you with someone else. It drives me insane."

She folded her arms. "Oh, and I suppose all those dating rumors about you don’t count?"

"That’s different!"

"How?"

He hesitated. "Because it was never real. None of it. But you—you were dancing with him, laughing with him, letting him touch you!"

Her eyes widened. "Are you hearing yourself?"

His jaw clenched. "I can’t stand it, Y/N. I can't stand the idea of you with someone else. You were mine."

She softened, seeing the raw emotion in his eyes. "Then why didn’t you fight for us?"

His voice cracked. "Because I thought it was what you wanted."

She sighed. "You’re an idiot."

And then, before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and hugged him. He exhaled shakily, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

"You smell like alcohol," he mumbled against her hair.

She laughed. "Yeah, we had a bit too much. I need a shower."

He smirked, watching as she grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. He collapsed onto her bed, waiting.

When she returned, fresh and warm, she slid onto the bed beside him. He immediately pulled her into his chest.

"You were so jealous," she teased.

"Not the first time. Just the first time I showed it." He scoffed. "I don't like this side of me, that's why I never show it. To be honest I get jealous pretty easily. I don't even like it when I catch other men looking at you. But I try my best to hide it." he said looking down at her.

She grinned. "I liked it."

Vernon muttered, "I couldn’t sleep all night. That stupid video—I couldn’t stop thinking about it."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I’m tired too, because you woke me up. Let’s sleep a little longer."

He pulled her into his arms. "I love you. And I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine."

She smiled sleepy, burying her face against his chest. "I love you too."

He smirked. "Tomorrow, at the concert—try to make me find you."

She grinned. "Blow me a kiss if you do."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’d find you anywhere."

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bumblesimagines · 11 months ago

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Ride or Die, Remember?

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Despite what happened between Karen and Frank, Lip can't let her go and (Y/N) begins growing tired of it. Another Gallagher sees an opportunity.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Mentions of teen-adult relationships (Kash-Ian, Karen-Jody), typical Shameless warnings, brothers best friend trope, some sexual content dontlookatme, minor violence at the end

Plot was too juicy to abandon

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What was it about Karen fucking Jackson that had every guy losing their mind over her?

(Y/N) hardly understood why Lip tripped over himself chasing after a girl who looked like half the rest of the city's population. There were petite, skinny, blonde girls with raging daddy issues everywhere, and yet all he ever spoke about was her. Karen this, Karen that, Karen, Karen, Karen. He missed the old days before she sprung up in their lives, the days when they'd make a quick buck off struggling students and hang out with people apart from the whiny blonde.

Exhaling smoke from his lungs, he pressed the cigarette into the wooden railing of the porch and flicked it in a random direction, the distant sound of honking mixed with the muffled sound of children inside the house filling the air. He checked his phone for the sixth time and still found no new message from Lip. He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and pushed himself off the railing, considering finding something better to do than standing around like a fool waiting for him.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Ian's voice greeted him, sweat dripping off his pale face from the sweltering heat of summer. Parts of his shirt had darkened in color from the sweat accumulated across his body, and (Y/N) had long discarded his own in favor of not walking around stinking like shit. Ian's eyes jumped down from (Y/N)'s face to not-so-subtly eye him before he mustered a polite smile. "Waiting for Lip?"

"Apparently." (Y/N) huffed. "He called and when I got here all I found was Debs with like forty kids and Fiona sleeping upstairs."

"You, uh... wanna wait in the pool? It's better than waiting inside with the kids or out here in the heat." Ian offered with a tilt of his head, his smile widening when (Y/N) nodded. Lounging around in water certainly sounded more appealing than melting on a porch waiting for Lip to show up.

Ian opened the front door and they stepped inside, maneuvering around the playing children while Debbie and Ethel tried keeping everyone in check. Ian shed his soaked shirt and tossed it aside into the laundry basket by the washing machine, briefly poking his head into the bathroom by the second staircase to grab two towels before he led (Y/N) outside into the backyard. (Y/N) slipped his shorts off, kicking off his shoes and socks as Ian did similarly.

The water had long been warmed by the sun but it still felt heavenly against his heated skin. Ian laughed at the sigh of relief that left him and hopped into the pool, the splash from his body colliding with the surface spraying over (Y/N). Ian resurfaced and grinned at him mischievously, wiggling his brows in a silent challenge. Arching one of his own, (Y/N) snatched one of the pool noodles floating about and snickered when Ian hurriedly paddled away to get the other one.

It felt nice being able to act like a child instead of having to scramble around pickpocketing or fighting to stay alive. It also felt nice to have someone to be a kid with instead of being dragged around by a pussy-whipped genius who only ever spoke or cared about one single topic. Splashing around and beating each other up with foam toys made (Y/N) reconsider if perhaps he'd chosen the wrong Gallagher to befriend.

Dipping one end of his pool noodle into the water, Ian waited a moment before he lifted it and pointed the end at (Y/N), pressing his lips to the other end and blowing into it to spurt water at him. (Y/N) turned away with a laugh and felt the water land along his back, his arm making a sweeping motion along the surface of the rocking water to return the gesture.

Immediately, another water fight began but it ended just as quickly when Ian grabbed his wrist and held them, a wide grin toying at his lips.

"Looks like all that wannabe soldier shit paid off." (Y/N) said as he wiggled his hands free from Ian's hold. West Point, or so he'd heard, was Ian's goal for the summer. Lip whined about it whenever Karen miraculously wasn't on his mind.

Ian's eyes lit up and he raised his arm out of the water to flex his developing bicep, droplets of water dripping off the muscle. "You think so?" He asked, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"Yeah," (Y/N) snorted and smacked the back of his hand against Ian's stomach. "You've got abs now, kid. Congrats."

"Can't call me kid if you're only a year older, (Y/N)," Ian told him, dropping his arm back into the water and moving closer to press against the pool's wall. He placed his arms along the top and hooked his chin over one to watch him with those dark green eyes. The sun lightened them enough for (Y/N) to spot the way his pupils dilated the longer he stared at him.

"Whatever, Carrot Top." (Y/N) tore his gaze away from the ginger and focused on the rippling water. "Are you seriously going to apply? If you do Lip's probably going to end up going with you. He's worried about you. He thinks you're going to get yourself killed and shipped back in a coffin."

"Is that what you think, too?" Ian questioned quietly, a hint of disappointment in his tone. Lip had no doubt made his opinion of West Point and being a soldier loud and clear to his brother, likely numerous times. Lip never gained the ability to take a hint.

"I don't think about you as much as you think about me." (Y/N) flashed him a grin and chuckled when Ian scoffed at his words, his pale cheeks undeniably burning hot. He looked away from him for a moment and then something sparked in his eyes.

"I bet after today you'll think about me more often." Ian cooed, slipping one arm back into the water and reaching out to trace his fingertip over the waistband of (Y/N)'s briefs. A chill jolted down (Y/N)'s spine and he pushed Ian's hand away with an eye roll, some heat rushing to his face. "If you've known I liked you, why haven't you ever done anything about it?" Ian asked, shuffling closer.

"Because until a few months ago you had the face of a twelve-year-old. All cheeks and big eyes." (Y/N) grinned and pinched Ian's cheek, chuckling when he swatted at his hand and gave a soft huff. "Besides, you're Lip's brother, and the siblings of friends are always off-limits. Too much drama. It's not worth fighting or arguing over a quick fuck."

"I could be more than that," Ian argued softly.

(Y/N) hummed forcibly, feeling his body tense and heart squeeze in a less-than-comfortable way. The heat flooding his face and neck felt unbearable and every part of him wanted to snap at Ian to replace the feelings bubbling inside with something familiar. He glanced at the blazing sun over his shoulder, noticing the blue in the sky beginning to turn orange.

"I should get going. I'm not going to sit around waiting for Lip forever." (Y/N) forced out and propelled himself toward the ladder, quickly climbing out and grabbing one of the towels.

"Hey, wait, you can- you can stay for dinner if you want? You should take a shower, too. Nobody should be using it right now." Lip sputtered out, following him out of the pool and hopping down onto the grass beneath. He took the second towel and wrapped it around his shoulders, his brows slightly knitting.

"Fine, I'll take a shower but I don't want to hear shit about the water bill." (Y/N) said and retrieved the clothes on the ground, following Ian back inside where Debbie, Ethel, and Fiona were cleaning up the mess left behind by the children they babysat.

Fiona greeted him with a sweet smile and friendly shoulder squeeze before she returned to the living room and continued cleaning. They took the stairs by the kitchen and Ian checked the bathroom, giving a small nod. (Y/N) muttered a small 'thanks' and stepped inside, setting his clothes aside and turning the shower on. Before he could close the door, Ian pressed his hand against it.

"We, uh... we could save water by showering together, you know. It's a tight squeeze but we could make it work. It'd help with the bill, too." Ian's face reddened, almost matching the shade of his hair. (Y/N) blinked at him, unable to resist the amused smile from appearing on his face. He snorted and brought a hand to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose and tilting his body so Ian could step inside the bathroom.

Ian's features comically brightened and he eagerly slipped inside, shutting the door behind him and letting out an airy, almost surprised laugh. (Y/N) rolled his soaked briefs off himself and tossed them aside, one hand reaching into the shower to feel the warmth of the water before he stepped inside, a sprinkle of smugness slipping through his veins when Ian's eyes tracked him.

The water felt nice against his cool skin and he dipped his head under the running water, feeling the water trickle down his face and chest. He almost flinched when the soap bar was pressed against his back, a gentle hand rubbing the soap against his skin and helping rinse it off with water.

(Y/N) smiled to himself and stepped forward slightly, turning around and tugging Ian under the water. He raised his hands to the short soft hair on his head and trekked his fingers through it, thoroughly washing his hair with a small grin.

"It's nice, right?" Ian asked, stepping back and wiping water off his face. His soapy hands reached down, rubbing along (Y/N)'s sides before his fingers dug into the muscles of his hips. (Y/N) arched a brow, managing to keep his attention focused on Ian's face despite the temptation to glance downward.

"What is?"

"Being taken care of," Ian answered, pulling him forward with ease and pressing his lips into the side of (Y/N)'s neck when their chests pressed together. (Y/N)'s fingers curled around whatever hair he could grasp, a soft sigh leaving him followed by a small chuckle. He felt Ian's arms coil around him, pressing him as close as possible and making both their breaths hitch briefly.

"Ian." (Y/N) murmured warningly, his free hand grabbing the ginger's shoulder and pushing on it weakly. "Lip will be pissed-"

"I don't care." Ian exhaled against his neck, pressing his lips against it again and suckling a light marking on it that made (Y/N) shudder and Ian grin. He trailed quick yet sweet kisses up his neck and jawline until he reached (Y/N)'s lips, lingering over them briefly before kissing him with need. (Y/N) let out a muffled grunt, unused to the feeling of being wanted outside of drunken hookups at parties, but he savored it. Ian knew how to keep a secret, anyway.

There was a mutual giddiness to it; kissing under the shower, touching new uncharted territory, whining and grunting in each other's mouths when one of them grounded their hips together. Ian gave in first, pulling away from (Y/N) with almost swollen lips and a trail of saliva connecting them. (Y/N) gaped at him when Ian lowered himself down onto the floor of the tub, the spray of the water mostly blocked by (Y/N)'s body. A rush of heat shot down to his lower belly and he felt himself flush again, his hand continuing to grip Ian's hair while the other planted itself against the cold tile wall.

Ian's hands roamed his thighs, the water slipping between his fingers as he squeezed whatever fat and muscle he could. He brushed his lips teasingly over his skin, leaving gentle nips behind that had goosebumps rising along his body.

A sharp curse left (Y/N) when Ian's soft lips wrapped around him, pleasure shooting up his spine and spreading through his veins like a wildfire threatening to consume his mind. Ian's eyes jumped up to his face, big and wide and full of mischief and desire. (Y/N) could hardly look at him, unusual for a guy used to things like hookups, but everything felt different with Ian. Too personal. Too emotional.

Part of (Y/N) wanted to reel away, to push Ian away despite the fact his hand pushed against the back of Ian's head and drew him closer. Ian's grip on his thighs tightened, his cheeks burning once again with a fiery red and eyes slowly turning glassy with tears. (Y/N) breathlessly chuckled at the sight and Ian's eyes narrowed, his tongue suddenly pressing flat against him and making (Y/N) curse again.

It was odd, (Y/N) had to admit, having Ian before him in such a state when he spent so much of his alone time with Lip lightheartedly poking fun at the boy's crush.

"How-" (Y/N) swallowed roughly when Ian drew his head back, only to move forward again faster than last time. "How many times have you dreamt about this, huh?"

Ian dug his fingertips into his skin hard enough to leave indents from his blunt nails in response before his hands continued exploring, squeezing and digging into everything they could find. Soft panting, cursing, and the occasional sound of gagging filled the small bathroom, mixing in with the sound of water; soft enough for the house to remain unaware but loud enough for Fiona to grab the door handle then jerk her hand back as if it'd burned her when the noise reached her ears.

It didn't take a while for (Y/N) to fall apart, his legs trembling slightly and his hand tearing itself from Ian's head to slam against the wall before he could topple over. Ian took him as well as he could, nose brushing against the fuzzy hairs growing at the base and eyes crinkled with pride and delight.

He remained there until satisfied and drew back fully, grinning widely at the string connecting his lips to (Y/N)'s most intimate body part. His tongue swiped over his lips and he used the edge of the tub to stand back up on wobbly legs, his knees red from his time kneeling.

"Jesus, Ian," (Y/N) murmured, watching Ian swallow happily before his mouth parted to catch the spraying water, using it to rinse his mouth. He tilted his head away and spat it back out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and leaning in to kiss him again. (Y/N) weakly returned it, one hand removing itself from the wall to grab Ian's hip.

His hazy mind slowly cleared, air properly returning to his lungs and allowing him to steady himself. Ian watched his face with a wide smile, one that disappeared when the hand on his hip cupped him. Ian's head dropped onto (Y/N)'s shoulder, his hips stuttering when fingers wrapped around him.

"Asshole," Ian hissed when (Y/N) gave him a teasing, experimental squeeze.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds." (Y/N) breathed in his ear and felt Ian twitch at his words, his whole body shuddering.

Ian clamped his teeth lightly on (Y/N)'s shoulder, his hands fumbling around the older teen's body desperate to find something to hold onto when (Y/N)'s hand slowly moved. He hardly had any of Ian's kindness; slowly taking his time and watching Ian easily crumble. Ian was surprisingly well-endowed, though he supposed the whole skinny guy joke held some truth to it. Ian's teeth dug harder into his skin when the pace quickened, his hips bucking along with the movements and a trickle of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth.

"Easy, Ian." (Y/N) cooed as Ian practically humped his hand, slowing down his pace and arching his brows at him.

"God, you're a dick." The ginger whined, finally releasing (Y/N)'s shoulder and instead burying his face into his neck, lips mouthing different curses as more whines and sighs escaped him. Once Ian's desperation subsided, (Y/N) returned to the quick pace abruptly and slung his other arm around Ian's waist to keep him from actually crumbling onto the tub. Whether Ian was sensitive to touch or simply sensitive to his touch, (Y/N) enjoyed watching him turn into a breathy, almost blabbering mess.

Ian pulled away from his neck to slam their lips together, teeth nearly clacking together from the force. He let a low, whiny-ish groan against him, his release coating (Y/N)'s thigh and slowly washing away with the water sliding down his body. (Y/N) laughed breathlessly and kept an arm around Ian until he grew steady again before he properly washed himself off and stepped out of the tub.

Tying the towel around his hips, he grabbed his clothes and stepped out of the bathroom, making brief eye contact with an amused Fiona down the hall before turning and entering the boys' shared bedroom. He rummaged through the underwear drawer until he found one of his old pairs and slipped them on, followed by his shorts and the shirt he'd previously tossed aside when he'd first arrived.

Ian slipped inside a moment later, drying himself off before sorting through his clothes and throwing them on while (Y/N) collapsed on his warm bed.

"We should hang out more often." Ian said with a grin, plopping down on the mattress beside him and leaning down to kiss him. "Especially without Lip."

As if on cue, the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the house. "(Y/N)? You here? I got caught up with somethin', I swear." Lip called out into the house, his voice also echoing and bouncing off the walls.

"Speaking of," (Y/N) sighed heavily and peeled himself from the bed, throwing the bedroom door open and making a sharp turn down the staircase into the kitchen.

Ian followed him, taking a sandwich Carl went to bite into and giving his little brother a grin right as he shoved half of it into his mouth and offered it back. (Y/N) snorted at the interaction and shook his head, peering into the living room to find the teen waiting by the first staircase.

"Yo!" Lip greeted without a speck of guilt on his face. It grinded (Y/N)'s gears. "I was thinkin' we should run a background check on Jody to see if any sketchy shit pops up. You know a guy who can do that, right? Anything we find, we show to Karen. He's got to have a couple arrests, maybe we'll get lucky with a restraining order- why are you looking at me like that?"

"'Cause I'm fucking exhausted of your bullshit, Lip." (Y/N) scoffed, shoving past Lip and slamming their shoulders together hard enough for Lip to stagger backward. Lip shot Ian a bewildered look and the two Gallaghers scrambled outside after him.

"What- What are you talking about? Listen, I know I'm a little late but I'll make it up to you, I promise, alright? I just need this favor, okay?" Lip's words only made his eyes roll, his jaw ticking and teeth grinding together. Lip grabbed his arm and stepped in front of him before he could fully leave the front yard, holding onto the sleeve of his shirt. He stared at him, his chest slightly heaving before his jaw clenched. Ever the short fuse. They were birds of a feather, the both of 'em. "Why can't you do this one thing for me, (Y/N)? Is it because of Karen? Because I'm in love with her and not you?"

(Y/N) nearly went jaw-slacked at his words, brows raising and eyes slightly widening. He could only stare at him in silence, the sneer he'd said it with feeling like a stab to the gut. It seemed as if all at once, the love, care, and awe he'd once held for the teen since the third day of first grade evaporated, replaced with bitterness and hurt. His brows dropped back into place and his head leaned back, a hum escaping his throat.

"Is that what it is? You're pissed I'll never like you like that? That- what? I'll never be the Kash to your Ian? I love Karen. It will always be Karen, and the second you get that through your fucking skull, shit will go back to normal." Lip released him roughly, regret seeping into his vibrant eyes already, but pride never allowed him to apologize, not to anyone.

"You..." (Y/N) laughed, and it felt as if a fog had lifted and the rose-tinted glasses had slipped off. "You are pathetic, Lip. Jesus Christ, you're a fucking loser. How come I never realized that shit? You're just a pussy whipped dickhead who acts like a dog in heat whenever Karen's around. I mean, shit. That's... that's so fucking depressing. You follow her around like a little kicked puppy, lapping up whatever seconds the guys at school and Jody leave for you. You're Karen's little bitch and you don't even realize it."

Lip's eyes lit ablaze. "And what the fuck does that make you, huh? Everyone already knows you're my bi-"

Before the words could leave his mouth, (Y/N)'s fist connected with his cheekbone, and he fell to the pavement with a groan. (Y/N)'s instincts told him to kick him next, to kick his stomach, his groin, his face. His genes begged for violence, urged him to get the job done by breaking a bone or leaving him bloody; and despite every part of him wanting to do so, he swallowed down the rage as best he could. He took a deep inhale and slammed his foot into Lip's side, the force pushing Lip back onto the grass and out of his way. It'd certainly leave a nasty bruise.

"Go fuck yourself, Phillip. You want to chase after some ran-through bitch for the rest of your life, be my guest. I don't need you fucking up my year and making me look like I give a shit about some pathetic little boy toy." (Y/N) spat down at him and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

"I'll see you around?" He stopped at the sound of Ian's voice, tilting his head over his shoulder to look at him as he crouched down by Lip's withering body. Lip coughed and clutched his side, his brows furrowing and eyes flickering between the two. (Y/N) felt a fluttery feeling develop in his stomach.

"Yeah," He grinned. "Definitely."

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rafayelxsylusho · 4 months ago

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Giving the LADS men head part 2 🍭🍭🍭

TW: SMUT

Caleb x reader

CALEB 🪐

First time bj

His fingers dance along the supple fabric of your skirt, inching higher and higher up your thigh as he drives. The car hums beneath you, a low purr that seems to match the almost imperceptible smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You know, I've been thinking..." Caleb muses, his voice taking on a contemplative lilt as his hand creeps even further north, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "Maybe I should just keep you in this skirt all the time. Make it your uniform, so to speak."

His eyes flick towards you for a moment, catching your gaze before returning to the road. There's a mischievous glint in those violet depths, a hint of something more molten and intense lurking just beneath the surface.

He chuckles, a low, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. His thumb rubs slow circles on your thigh, maddeningly close to where you need him most.

His eyes flash with hunger as he feels your thighs clench together, a feeble attempt to ward off his wandering touch but it only spurs him on, emboldening him to slide his hand higher, fingertips grazing the lacy edge of your panties. The car's interior lights flicker as they pause at the stop sign, casting your faces in a dance of shadow and moonlight.

In a sudden movement, he fists a hand in your hair, dragging your face to his. His lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs. He groans into your mouth, the sound rumbling through his chest like distant thunder.

He breaks the kiss as abruptly as he started it, leaving you both panting. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust as he takes in your kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks. The car behind you honks, snapping him out of the moment.

With a growl, he releases your hair and grips the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. As he speeds off, his hand finds its way back to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.

"Hey Caleb... I want play too?" You ask reaching to unbuckle your seatbelt.

Caleb's eyes widen briefly as you do so, a flicker of surprise and dark anticipation crossing his face. He keeps his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but the tightness of his grip on the steering wheel betrays his focus. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Caleb inhales sharply through gritted teeth as your small hand finds its way to his clothed length, palming him with a boldness that sends a jolt of electricity through his veins. The car swerves slightly, tires screeching against the pavement before he corrects it with a deft turn of the wheel. His hips buck instinctively into your touch, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Careful, pipsqueak. Keep teasing me like that and I won't be held responsible for what happens when we get back to my place." The threat hangs heavy in the air between you, laden with unspoken promise and dark intent. A groan escapes his lips as he feels your deft fingers unbuttoning his pants, the zipper slowly descending under your touch.

A moan tears from his throat as he feels your small hand wrap around his throbbing, freed cock. The car lurches to the side, nearly veering off the road as pleasure rockets through him at your bold touch.

The hand not on the steering wheel comes down to cover yours on his cock, squeezing your fingers around his throbbing length, encouraging you to stroke him. The heat of him is incredible, the silky steel of his erection pulsing against your palm as he fights the urge to close his eyes and lose himself completely in the sensation.

"Keep this up and I'll pull over right here and fuck you in the backseat, consequences be damned,"

He sees you lean over, your head dipping down towards his lap. His heart hammers against his ribcage, a primal hunger surging through him at the sight of your lips parting, your small pink tongue darting out to lick along the sensitive underside of his throbbing cock. He's never felt a sensation so intense, so all-consuming, and you've barely even touched him.

Caleb's eyes widen in shock as he feels your warm breath ghost over his aching cock before your soft lips wrap around the swollen head. A strangled cry rips from his throat, echoing through the confines of the car as he feels your wet tongue swirl teasingly around him. The car swerves violently, tires screeching as he fights to keep it on the road, knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel for dear life.

"Oh fuck!" he roars, voice cracking with pleasure and disbelief. The sensation is overwhelming, better than anything he's ever felt before. His heart hammers wildly against his ribcage as he tries to process the fact that this is really happening, that his dream is coming true.

Through the haze of lust clouding his mind, he manages to choke out, "I didn't...you don't have to...ah!" Despite his words his fingers are tangling desperately in your hair fighting the urge to yank you down further.

He has always wanted to fuck your face until tears stream down your cheeks, until you're choking on his cum, gagging on his thick seed. But he holds back, if only just barely, knowing he needs to focus on the road.

You angle his throbbing cock just so, the sensitive glans dragging deliciously along the ridged roof of your mouth. Electricity crackles through his veins, every nerve endings alight with the exquisite pleasure of your mouth on him. His grip tightens in your hair as he fights the urge to take control, to set a brutal pace.

"Shit, just like that baby," he grunts, hips rocking subtly into the slick heat of your mouth. The car speeds on, engine roaring, as he loses himself in the sensation of your tongue swirling around his aching flesh, your lips sealed tight around his girth. He can feel the telltale tightening in his balls, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo.

Caleb lets out a strangled curse as he slams on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt. The sudden motion causes him to slip from the warm, wet haven of your mouth, leaving him teetering on the brink of release, balls drawn up tight and aching for completion. He's panting harshly, chest heaving as he fights to regain control, to rein in the all-consuming need to bury himself back inside you and chase his rapidly approaching orgasm.

"Be careful Colonel, keep your eyes on the road" you say with a playfully smirk.

At your words, he grits his teeth, jaw clenching so hard he fears he might crack a molar. With a herculean effort, he tears his gaze from your glistening, kiss-swollen lips and forces his eyes back to the dark road ahead. His hands shake slightly on the steering wheel as he takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to will away the desperate, clawing need inside him.

As soon as the car lurches back into motion, your mouth is once again engulfing him, your lips sealing tight around his throbbing cock. Caleb throws his head back with a moan, fingers tightening almost painfully in your hair as you take him deep, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat.

Caleb's voice is a desperate, wrecked rasp as he begs you for permission, too far gone in his lust to take it any further without your consent. His cock throbs urgently against your tongue, leaking pre-cum and coating your mouth with his musky essence. The car swerves erratically as he fights the overwhelming urge to grip your head and fuck your face with wild abandon, using your mouth for his own pleasure.

"Please, sweetheart... let me fuck your pretty little mouth," he growls, violet eyes blazing with hunger as they meet yours, silently pleading for you to give him what he needs, what he craves. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, every muscle pulled taut as he teeters on the knife's edge of control. You push down the hand he has tangled in your hair with your own, an open invitation to take what he needs.

In an instant, he seizes control, gripping your head tightly as he starts to fuck your mouth with deep, powerful thrusts. The car swerves wildly as he sets a brutal pace, the engine roaring in time with his grunts and growls of pleasure.

He forces your head down to meet his thrusts, burying himself to the hilt in the tight, wet clutch of your throat. He holds you there, relishing the way your muscles flutter and spasm around his sensitive flesh.

Caleb lets out a moan of warning as he feels your tongue flatten against the underside of his cock, the added sensation pushing him past the point of no return. His balls draw up impossibly tight, every muscle in his body pulling taut as the first wave of his release crashes over him. "

Fuck, I'm coming!" he bellows,voice echoing through the confined space of the car. At the last second, he tries to pull your head back, to spare you the force of his impending climax.

But you hold fast, defying his attempts to remove you, your scalp burning from the brutal tug of his fingers. The sensation of your stubborn refusal to relinquish your prize only heightens his pleasure, pushing him to the brink of madness. With a final, brutal thrust, he hilts himself deep and unleashes a torrent of thick, hot cum directly down your throat.

The car lurches and bounces over the uneven road, but he barely notices, lost in the all-consuming bliss. Even as the last tremors of his climax fade away, he keeps your head trapped, not letting you pull back and catch your breath.

His chest heaves with ragged, shuddering breaths, sweat dampening his skin as he tries to come down from the high of the most intense orgasm of his life. Finally, with a low, sated groan, he allows your head to pull back, his softening cock slipping from your abused throat with a wet pop.

Caleb blinks rapidly, coming back to himself as the reality of where they are sinks in. He glances around, realizing he's pulled into the underground garage of his high-rise apartment building, the engine still running and purring softly. In his lust-fueled haze, he'd driven on autopilot, his body moving on instinct alone as he chased his rapidly approaching release.

He quickly puts the car in park and kills the engine, the sudden silence deafening after the roar of the engine. Turning to you, his eyes are still dark, pupils blown wide and glinting with a hunger that hasn't abated despite his intense orgasm mere moments before. He reaches out, thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lower lip, smearing the mixture of your saliva and his release across your skin.

"Looks like we're home, pipsqueak," he murmurs, voice low and rough from his exertions. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your disheveled appearance, the way your lipstick is smeared and your hair is a wild mess from his enthusiastic attentions. He leans in closer, nose brushing along your cheek, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat that clings to your skin.

"And now that I have you here, all to myself... the real fun can begin," he promises darkly, the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air between you. With that, he opens his door, stepping out and coming around to your side to open your door as well, ready to sweep you up and carry you off to his lair, eager to stake his claim on you in every way imaginable.

#lads smut #love and deepspace #lnds #lads #lnds x reader #lads x you #lads x reader #lnds x you #love and deepspace reader #caleb x you #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #caleb x reader #lnds caleb #caleb #lnds smut

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Shadows in Gotham

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Gotham’s twilight sky was a patchwork of purples and reds, a fading canvas that gave way to the inky blackness of night. The city was alive with the usual sounds of distant sirens, honking horns, and the underlying hum of danger that never quite left its streets. For Danny Fenton, now in his early twenties, Gotham was supposed to be a fresh start—a place to lay low and raise his unconventional family.

His daughter, Danielle, Ellie, as she preferred—skipped ahead on the cracked sidewalk, her energy boundless despite the long day. She looked about ten years old, though she was technically more of a clone than a traditional daughter. She had Danny’s black hair but with an unruly curl to it, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous light. Beside Danny, holding his hand, was a boy who looked no older than eight. His hair was tousled, and his expression was a strange mix of innocence and the haunting wisdom of someone far older. This was Dan, Danny’s de-aged evil future self, a living, breathing reminder of what could go wrong if they weren’t careful.

The trio moved through the narrow streets, Danny’s senses on high alert as they made their way back to the modest apartment they now called home. He had retired from the life of a ghostly vigilante, focusing instead on keeping his small family safe and hidden from the relentless pursuit of the Guys in White (GIW). To the world, they were just another struggling family in Gotham. But beneath the surface, their existence was anything but ordinary.

“Can we get pizza tonight?” Ellie asked, her voice full of hope as she glanced back at Danny.

“Pizza sounds good,” Danny replied with a smile. “But it’s Gotham, so let’s hope the delivery guy makes it to our place in one piece.”

Ellie giggled, and even Dan let out a rare smile, though it was fleeting. The moment of normalcy was interrupted by the sound of a scuffle up ahead. Danny’s instincts kicked in as he pulled his kids closer, eyes narrowing at the scene unfolding just around the corner.

A man, clearly desperate, was trying to rob a woman at gunpoint. The woman’s purse dangled from his shaky hand, and fear was etched across her face. Danny knew he should keep moving, that getting involved could blow their cover, but he couldn’t just walk away.

“Stay here,” Danny whispered to Ellie and Dan, his voice firm.

Before he could intervene, a shadowy figure dropped from the rooftops, landing silently behind the mugger. The man didn’t stand a chance as a blur of red and black moved with lethal precision. Within seconds, the mugger was disarmed and unconscious on the pavement.

Red Hood stood over the man, his stance relaxed but ready, as if this was just another routine night in Gotham. He turned to the woman, who quickly grabbed her purse and bolted, muttering her thanks. It was only then that Red Hood noticed Danny and the kids standing just a few feet away, watching the scene unfold.

Danny tensed as the vigilante’s eyes—hidden behind that crimson helmet—seemed to study them. He instinctively placed a hand on each of his kids’ shoulders, ready to flee if things went south.

“You alright?” Red Hood asked, his voice rough but not unkind. He seemed to soften at the sight of the kids, his posture relaxing ever so slightly.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Danny replied, his tone cautious. “Just heading home.”

Red Hood’s gaze flicked between Danny and the children, and Danny could almost feel the wheels turning behind that mask. This was Gotham, after all, a city full of dark secrets. A young man, barely an adult, with two small kids in tow—it wasn’t hard to jump to conclusions.

“You live around here?” Red Hood pressed, the curiosity in his voice making Danny’s stomach tighten.

“Not far,” Danny answered, hoping to end the conversation quickly. “Just trying to keep my family safe.”

Red Hood nodded slowly, as if weighing his next words. “Gotham’s not exactly the best place to raise kids, especially if you’re... alone.”

Danny’s jaw clenched, recognizing the underlying question. “We manage.”

Before Red Hood could probe further, Ellie stepped forward, her usual boldness taking over. “He’s the best dad ever! And we don’t need any help, mister.”

Red Hood chuckled softly, the sound almost disarming. “I’m sure he is, kid. But just in case, you should know there are people around here who can help... if you ever need it.”

Danny forced a tight smile, grateful for Ellie’s fierce loyalty but wary of the attention they’d attracted. “Thanks, but we’re good.”

Red Hood seemed to accept this, though the suspicion in his stance didn’t entirely fade. “Take care of yourself,” he said finally, before turning and vanishing into the shadows as quickly as he’d appeared.

Danny let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. The encounter had been brief, but he knew it wouldn’t be the last. The Bat Family had eyes everywhere, and their curiosity was piqued.

“Let’s get home,” Danny murmured, guiding Ellie and Dan down the street with renewed urgency.

They reached their apartment without further incident, the familiar creak of the stairs a welcome sound. Once inside, Danny locked the door and sagged against it, the weight of their precarious situation pressing down on him.

Ellie flopped onto the worn couch, her earlier bravado replaced with concern. “Are we in trouble, Dad?”

Danny ruffled her hair affectionately. “No, Ellie. We’re just... being careful. That’s all.”

Dan sat quietly at the kitchen table, his eyes distant as he processed the night’s events. “He was one of the Bats, wasn’t he?”

Danny nodded, joining Dan at the table. “Yeah, Red Hood. He’s... complicated. But we should be alright if we keep a low profile.”

The night passed uneventfully, but the encounter with Red Hood lingered in Danny’s mind. He knew that living in Gotham meant constant vigilance, but the thought of the Bat Family watching them added a new layer of stress.

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Meanwhile, across town, the Bat Family gathered in the Batcave, the massive space filled with the glow of computer screens and the quiet hum of machinery.

“Interesting case tonight,” Red Hood—Jason Todd—began as he removed his helmet, revealing the slightly tousled dark hair underneath. “Ran into a guy with two kids. They seemed... out of place.”

“Out of place in Gotham?” Dick Grayson, quipped from where he was perched on the edge of the Batcomputer’s console. “That’s pretty much everyone.”

Jason shot him a look. “Not like that. The guy was young, barely in his twenties. The kids were ten and eight, maybe. And something about them just... felt off.”

Bruce Wayne, Batman, looked up from the screen, his expression unreadable. “Off how?”

Jason hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t know. There’s something he’s not saying. And those kids—they’re attached to him, but it’s like they’re all trying to stay under the radar.”

Damian Wayne, the current Robin, scoffed. “Plenty of people try to stay out of sight in this city. It’s not our problem unless they break the law.”

“Yeah, but...” Jason trailed off, running a hand through his hair. “There’s a chance that guy’s a victim. The way the girl talked about him, it was like she was protecting him.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think the children are in danger?”

Jason frowned, shaking his head. “Not from him. I think they’re all running from something.”

Silence settled over the Batcave as they considered the implications. Bruce stood, his presence commanding as ever. “Keep an eye on them. Gotham has a way of uncovering secrets, and we can’t afford to overlook anything.”

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Back at the apartment, Danny lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The shadows played tricks in the dim light, reminding him of the life he left behind. He had taken on more than just the role of a father—he had become a protector, a shield against the darkness that sought to consume them.

But Gotham was relentless, and he knew their time in the shadows was running out.

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ilikemicrowaves · 1 year ago

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When you don't know how to tell someone you love them.

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luvst4rc0r3 · 2 months ago

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★ late night cooking.

JINXFEST!!!

JINX X READER

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The city was quiet for once. No sirens. No gunfire. Just the distant hum of Zaun’s neon veins buzzing against the silence. Your apartment sat high above the chaos, a miracle in itself, tucked away behind pipes and patched walls. The clock read 2:14 a.m. You should’ve been asleep, but the grumble in your stomach refused to let you.

You padded barefoot into the kitchen, flipping on the dull yellow light overhead. The space was small, cluttered, and smelled faintly of oil and metal—thanks to Jinx leaving her ammo supplies too close to the fridge again. You sighed, pulling open the door and surveying the mess of leftover takeout boxes and a singular questionable banana.

“Guess I’m improvising,” you muttered.

You grabbed some eggs, cheese, and whatever half-edible produce you could find. Your plan was to make something simple—maybe a midnight omelet, maybe toast with questionable dignity—but before you could turn on the stove, a thud sounded from the vents overhead.

You didn’t even flinch.

Seconds later, a familiar voice drifted down, muffled but giddy.

“Whatcha doin’, toots?”

You turned toward the sound just in time to watch the grate pop open and Jinx tumble down like a cat that barely cared to stick the landing.

“I told you to stop using the vents,” you said, arms crossed but smiling.

“And I told you to unlock your windows, but here we are,” she grinned, brushing dust from her knees as she sauntered into the kitchen like she owned the place. She probably did, in a way. Her boots were untied, her braids a little more chaotic than usual. Her eyes gleamed in that way they always did when she was in a mood—mischievous, wild, and just a little soft when they landed on you.

“You hungry?” you asked, turning back to the counter.

She tilted her head like a curious puppy. “Starving.”

“Good,” you said. “You can help.”

“Oh no, no, no,” Jinx said dramatically, backing away. “I break things. I burn things. I blow things up. But I do not cook.”

“You cook bullets all the time.”

“Those explode on purpose, babe.”

You raised an eyebrow and offered her a spatula. She eyed it like it was a loaded weapon, then took it with exaggerated caution, gripping it with two fingers like it might bite her.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “But if I set the kitchen on fire, it’s your fault.”

“You’d probably enjoy that,” you teased.

“Yeah,” she said, eyes lighting up, “but I’d feel kinda bad if it ruined your eggs.”

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Jinx, it turned out, was an absolute menace in the kitchen. She cracked eggs like she was throwing grenades. You had to stop her from putting chili flakes in everything. And she sang—loudly, off-key, spinning you around like you were dancing in some ballroom instead of a grimy kitchen two stories above the Lanes.

The pan sizzled as you both crowded around the stove, hip to hip. Her fingers brushed yours more than necessary, and every time, she smirked like she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Y’know,” she said while trying to flip an omelet and somehow launching half of it onto the floor, “this feels weird.”

“What, cooking?”

“No. This.” She waved the spatula in a slow arc around the kitchen. “Us. You. Me. Not running. Not hiding. Just… this.”

You didn’t say anything for a second. Just listened to the soft pop of oil in the pan, the occasional honk of some late-night hover cart outside, and Jinx’s quiet breathing beside you.

“I like weird,” you finally said.

Jinx tilted her head again, eyes searching yours.

“I never had this before,” she admitted. “The quiet. The safe. I used to think it was boring. But now…”

You turned off the stove and slid the finished food onto a cracked plate. Jinx watched you, hands still wrapped around the spatula, like she didn’t know what to do with them now that the chaos had paused.

You set the plate down between you two and leaned against the counter. “Now what?”

Jinx shrugged, but it was tight. Nervous. “Now I’m scared I’ll mess it up.”

You blinked. That wasn’t what you expected.

She didn’t look at you when she said it. Her voice was too light, like she was trying to play it off, but you knew her too well by now.

“I’m not good at this,” she went on. “Being calm. Being… whatever people are in normal lives. I break things, remember? I ruin everything.”

You reached out and took her hand. Gently. Purposefully. Her fingers twitched in yours.

“You don’t ruin everything,” you said softly.

“Name one thing I haven’t.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Me.”

That got her. Her expression flickered—surprise, disbelief, and something softer buried under years of survival and trauma.

“You sure about that, baby?” she whispered.

“Completely.”

Jinx looked at you like you were the sun and she’d never seen daylight before. And maybe she hadn’t. Not real daylight, not the kind that warmed your bones and made you feel alive.

“Okay,” she said, voice small.

“Okay?”

She smirked again. “Okay. But if we’re doing this whole domestic life thing, you better be ready for chaos cupcakes and grenade muffins.”

You snorted. “Sounds dangerous.”

“Dangerous is my middle name.”

“I thought it was ‘Pow-Pow.’”

She laughed—a real one, loud and crackling, and it echoed off the walls like a firework. You leaned your head against her shoulder, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her cheek on top of your head, arms slung loosely around your waist.

The food was getting cold, but neither of you cared.

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An hour later, you were sitting cross-legged on the counter, sharing bites of a very ugly, very burnt omelet. Jinx had added hot sauce that could kill a man, but somehow it worked. Probably because you were too full of laughter and something warm and sticky in your chest to care.

“You know,” Jinx said between bites, “this would make a great hideout. Cozy. Good view. Room for my toys.”

“I don’t want to find a grenade in the dishwasher again.”

“That was one time.”

“It went off.”

��Barely!”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t deny it.

Silence settled again, this time more comfortable. You looked out the cracked window, watching the flickering lights of Zaun dance in the dark. And you felt her eyes on you—sharp and soft all at once.

“What?” you asked, meeting her gaze.

She shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how lucky I am you’re still here.”

You blinked. “Where else would I be?”

“Gone,” she said honestly. “Most people leave. Or die. Or run. But you—you stay. Even when I’m a mess. Even when I bring trouble to your door. Even when I forget how to be good.”

You leaned forward and kissed her. It was gentle, slow, nothing like the explosions that marked most of her life. When you pulled away, her lashes fluttered like she was waking up from a dream.

“I stay,” you whispered, “because I love you.”

She didn’t say anything right away. Just pressed her forehead to yours and breathed, “I think I’d burn down the world for you.”

“Then let’s just keep the kitchen for now, yeah?”

She grinned, lips brushing yours again. “Deal.”

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The next morning, the apartment smelled like disaster. The pan was scorched, the countertop had new scorch marks, and there was cheese on the ceiling.

Jinx stretched, grinning at the mess like it was art.

“Breakfast round two?”

You groaned. “Only if I cook this time.”

She tackled you to the floor and kissed your neck instead.

“Or,” she said, giggling, “we just skip to dessert.”

AHHH 6 MORE PROMPTS TO COMPLETE!!!

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ask-the-completely-sane-clown · 1 year ago

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Who was the top /j

ANON THIS CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD BAHA–

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httpswritings · 11 months ago

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the sweetest symphony

alexia putellas x reader; this story is +18.

The Barcelona night pulsated with a rhythmic hum, a symphony of honking taxis and distant laughter that usually lulled Alexia into a peaceful sleep. Tonight, however, the city's vibrant melody was a cruel counterpoint to the hollowness beside her. You were gone, swallowed by a business trip and a time difference that felt like an ocean separating you. Days, it felt like a lifetime.

The king-sized bed, usually a haven of shared warmth and tangled limbs, felt like a vast, uncharted territory. Alexia, the woman who commanded stadiums and dictated the pace of the game, felt utterly adrift without your anchor. She was a creature of touch, thriving on the unspoken language of intertwined fingers and playful nudges against her side. The silence in the apartment was suffocating, broken only by the relentless tick of the clock on the nightstand mocking her with its cruel 3:14 AM display.

She tossed and turned, the sheets cool and impersonal. Her mind, usually laser-focused on the upcoming season's strategies, drifted down a familiar path. Memories of nights spent entangled in your embrace filled her head like a silent movie. You, sprawled contentedly over her, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes that earned you the endearing nickname "koala" for your unwavering adherence to her side.

But tonight, the memory morphed, taking a more heated turn. A slow grind against her thigh, deliberate and calculated, sent a familiar jolt of electricity through her. The whisper of your lips against her neck, a brand that ignited a fire in her core, left her skin tingling with the phantom touch. Her hand, drawn by an insatiable need, found its way south.

"Yeah, amor, right there," she murmured into the empty space, the words echoing hollowly in the vast expanse of the bed. You always praised her, those words a sweet nectar that heightened her pleasure during your intimate moments. A small smile played on her lips. It had been one of your greatest triumphs, chipping away at the wall of control she'd built so meticulously around herself. Learning to be vulnerable, to let you see her deepest desires, had been a revelation.

The thought of your hands taking over, exploring her with a knowing touch, sent a shiver down her spine. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice husky and urgent. You knew exactly where to find her sweet spots, your touch a map etched into her memory. Her voice, usually strong and composed even in the throes of competition, became a desperate plea, the vulnerability exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.

The room grew thick with heat, the air thick with her increasingly ragged breaths. Her hair, escaping its secure braid, became a halo of damp curls clinging to her forehead. Her moans, a melody you'd once described as "the sweetest symphony," echoed off the silent walls, an arousing counterpoint to the city's lullaby.

As the climax surged through her, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure, it was followed by a crushing wave of loneliness. She curled onto your side of the bed, burying her face in the pillow that still held a faint trace of your cologne. It wasn't the same. It was a pale imitation of the real thing, a cruel reminder of the warmth and comfort you brought.

Exhaustion eventually claimed her, sleep a welcome thief stealing her away from the emptiness. But the battle with the lonesome sheets would continue until your return. In her dreams, though, you'd be there, close and warm, erasing the ache of your absence. The wait would be long, but the memory of your touch, the echo of your voice whispering sweet nothings, would serve as a beacon. A promise of the passionate reunion that awaited you both, a reminder of the connection that transcended the miles and the cold, impersonal sheets.

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dreameyess11 · 2 months ago

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Something about you

Miles Morales x Reader

The city hums beneath you, a melody of honking cars and bustling crowds blending into the kind of rhythm you’ve always loved. From this high up, perched on the edge of a rooftop, you can see everything—the glowing skyline, the pulsing heart of Brooklyn, and him. Miles Morales. Spider-Man.

You’re not supposed to be here, but then again, neither is he.

“You come up here often?” he asks, pulling his mask off just enough to reveal his face. His brown eyes gleam with something warm, something curious, and it makes your chest tighten. You don’t know how he does that—how he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, even in a city as loud as this one.

You’ve known him for a while now. At first, just the regular run-ins, where you didn’t even know he was Spider-Man. Then, it was late-night conversations over coffee at your favorite bodega, stolen moments in crowded streets, the way he started to show up more often, his hoodie pulled low, trying to act like he wasn’t waiting for you.

Now, here you are—on a rooftop under a bruised-purple sky, where the air smells like rain that hasn’t fallen yet.

“You tell me,” you shoot back, your voice lighter than you feel. “Spider-Man probably has all the best views, right?”

He grins, and it’s like the city lights get caught in his smile, making it brighter. “Yeah, but this one’s different.”

You tilt your head, your brows furrowing. “Different how?”

Miles leans back, his arms propping him up as he looks out over the city. The golden glow of the setting sun brushes across his face, painting him in warm light. And when he looks at you, it’s like he’s seeing something more than just your face. Something deeper.

“Because you’re here,” he says, his voice softer now. “You look... I don’t know. Like a dream or something. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen...”

“Wow,” you interrupt, laughing despite yourself. “That’s cheesy, even for you, Morales.”

His laugh joins yours, a sound so easy and real that it makes your heart stumble. But then his gaze softens again, and the weight of it pins you in place.

“I’m serious,” he says. “You don’t see it, but you’re... everything. Like, when I’m out there—swinging around, doing the whole hero thing—it’s your face I think of when things get tough.”

The words catch you off guard. You’ve never had anyone talk to you like this, like you’re more than just another person in the crowd. Like you’re something worth remembering. Worth fighting for.

Your voice is barely above a whisper. “Miles…”

Before you can say anything else, he’s standing, holding a hand out to you. “Come on,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I want to show you something.”

You hesitate for only a second before slipping your hand into his. His grip is warm, steady, and when he pulls you closer, you don’t even think about the drop below. With a quick flick of his wrist, his web shoots out, catching onto a building across the way.

“You trust me?” he asks, grinning.

“Do I have a choice?” you tease, but your heart races for a completely different reason now.

“Nope,” he says, and before you can overthink it, he pulls you into his arms and leaps.

The city blurs into streaks of light and color, the wind rushing past your face as you hold onto him. His laughter rings in your ears, and for the first time in a long time, you feel free.

When he finally lands on another rooftop, you’re breathless. Not from the swinging, but from the way he’s looking at you now, like you’re the most important thing in his world.

“See?” he says, still holding onto you. “Best view in the city.”

And as the last rays of sunlight fade into the horizon, you realize he’s not talking about the skyline.

#fanfic #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #spiderman #imagine

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Beach Day

length: +3k words

Genre: smut

Nmixx Haewon x Male Reader

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The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Your teacher dismissed the class as the sound of shuffling bags and miscellaneous chatter filled the room.

“Yo, Minhyuk!”

You turn to your best friend, Junseo, who was sat next to you.

“Did you invite anyone to our beach party yet? Jaewon and I already got Lily and Yoona to tag along,” he asks. Your stomach dropped at the question.

“U-uh, no, sorry. I think I’ll just sit this one out, you guys go and have fun without me,” you say.

Junseo sighs, annoyed at your lame excuse. “Dude, quit being a bitch and ask Haewon already. The worst thing she’ll say is no.”

You and your friends had planned on going to the beach this weekend, and Jaewon suggested that all three of you would invite a girl to make things more “interesting”. It’s not that you didn’t have any girl to invite; it’s quite the opposite. You had your eyes dead set on one girl: Oh Haewon. You’ve had a crush on her since you first laid eyes on her and you would gladly sell your limbs if it meant getting to spend one second alone with her. There’s only one problem - She’s the most popular girl in school, and you were just… You.

“That’s the thing, Junseo. She’s obviously gonna say no,” you reason as you grab your things and exit the classroom, Junseo following closely behind you.

“Why do you think we invited Lily and Yoona? Those three are close, of course Haewon is gonna say yes.” Junseo suddenly grabs your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. “Speak of the devil, they’re right there.” He points towards the end of the hallway where, lo and behold, Haewon, Lily, and Yoona were talking.

You gulp as your throat suddenly becomes dry. Even in a simple school uniform, she was the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. The overwhelming feeling of attraction towards her makes your heart race, which has the unfortunate side effect of turning you into a blubbering nervous wreck.

Junseo starts pushing you towards her. “C’mon dude, just go and ask her.” You try to stop him, but your legs are practically wet spaghetti noodles at this point. Before you know it, you find yourself right in front of the three girls, their eyes staring back at you.

“H-Hae… H-hhhhh… Hi…” you stutter breathlessly. Junseo smacks the back of your head, bringing you back to your senses.

“Hello ladies, my friend Minhyuk here has something to ask Haewon,” he says, patting your shoulder reassuringly.

You awkwardly clear your throat, staring at the ground as you’re too intimidated to look her in the eye. “U-uh, do you wanna… go to the beach with us tomorrow?” You brace yourself, expecting rejection.

“Yeah, sure, sounds like fun!” she says in a bright, cheery tone. You couldn’t believe your ears at first. Your lips curved onto a goofy smile as Junseo held you up from fainting, your legs reduced to jelly.

“Cool, we’ll see you girls tomorrow then,” Junseo says as he drags you away. Right as you round the corner, you see Haewon and the other two giggling amongst themselves.

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*Beep beep beep*

You groan as you shut off the alarm on your phone. 7:00 am. You had a couple hours before Jaewon would pick you up for your beach trip. The excitement from being able to spend alone time with Haewon made you restless, so you decided to put in a quick workout to make sure you looked your best for the beach. While you weren’t an athlete like Junseo and Jaewon were, they always forced you to go to the gym with them, resulting in you having a pretty solid physique that you hoped Haewon would notice.

Time flies by, and after a shower and getting your stuff ready, you hear a honk from outside, signaling Jaewon’s arrival. You head outside and see Junseo hanging his head out of the passenger side window.

“Yo Minhyuk! Hurry up and get your ass in the car!” he yells, a mischievous smirk adorned on his face. You give him a weird look before opening the door to the back, only to be faced with Lily and Yoona.

“Hey, Minhyuk.”

“Hiiiii.”

You give them an awkward nod, feeling a little confused. You assumed the girls would be going in a different car and the three of you would meet them at the beach.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I went ahead and picked up the girls since they live close,” Jaewon says, looking at you through the rear view mirror with a smirk on his face. Jaewon was the most soft spoken out of the three of you, but he always had some kind of trick up his sleeve. You scoot next to Lily, oblivious to whatever he was planning.

“Alright, we just gotta pick up Haewon and then we’ll be good to go. The back is only meant to seat three, but I’m sure you guys don’t mind squeezing her in there, right?” Jaewon says, his smirk growing into a full on toothy smile. Your eyes go wide with shock as the realization hits you - he was planning on smushing you in the back with Haewon. While you weren’t completely opposed to the idea, you can only imagine how much of an awkward mess you’re going to be with her practically breathing down your neck. After a short drive, Jaewon stops in front of what you assume is Haewon’s house.

“I’ll tell her that we’re here,” Lily says, typing on her phone. You gulp, suddenly feeling very anxious. The girl of your dreams was about to be squished next to you and you were almost 100% sure that you would find a way to fumble this. While lost in thought, the car door opens, revealing a smiling Haewon wearing baggy sweatpants and a white, tight fitting tank top that accentuated her breasts.

“Hey guys!” she greets. Lily and Yoona greet her back, while all you can muster is an awkward hand wave.

“Yo Haewon, are you alright with squeezing in the back next to Minhyuk?” Junseo asks, a sly twinkle in his eyes. Your only wish right now is to strangle his neck with the seatbelt.

“Yeah, that should be fine,” Haewon replies as she scoots next to you. You give Lily and Yoona an apologetic look as you push them to make room for Haewon. Miraculously, the four of you are able to successfully pack together like a can of sardines. The soft skin of Haewon’s arm brushes against you, causing your cock to spring to life from the sudden contact. You mentally facepalm as you try to focus on something else, hoping none of the girls notice your bulge.

“Yoona, you can come sit on my lap if it’s too cramped back there,” Junseo says.

“In your dreams, pervert,” Yoona says, grimacing. The rest of the car erupts into laughter while Junseo sulks in his seat.

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Junseo and the girls fell asleep on the drive to the beach, while you were way too excited to even think about sleep.

“Wake up y’all. We’re here,” Jaewon says, shaking Junseo awake. All of you step out of the car, taking in the warm sun and the salty scent of the ocean. You, Jaewon, and Junseo grab your stuff from the trunk while the girls excitedly run towards the sea, kicking up sand behind them.

“Yo Minhyuk, did you have fun back there?” Jaewon teases. You punch his arm in rage while he chuckles at you.

“I fucking hate you, man.”

Junseo wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Chill out dude, we’re just trying to help you out. Remember, you would have bailed on us if I didn’t shove you towards Haewon.” He slaps your back before heading in the direction of the girls.

“He’s right. You're basically a mess without us,” Jaewon says, snickering to himself. A feeling of determination suddenly fills you up. You were dead set on having a good time with Haewon and, if things went well, you would confess your feelings to her by the end of the night. With a huff, you march through the sand, following behind your friends.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been to the beach,” Haewon remarks. “Thanks for inviting me, Minhyuk.” She turns to you, flashing a bright smile.

At that moment, all your confidence immediately leaves your body. “Y-yeah, n-no problem, hehe…” you stutter awkwardly. To make things worse, you catch Haewon covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her laughter.

Jaewon places a large picnic blanket on the sand while you set up the umbrella. Junseo sets down a bag of snacks and a cooler full of drinks, completing the preparations.

“Thank you boyssss,” Yoona says. “Alright, let’s hurry up and get in the water!”

The three of you can’t help but stare in awe as the girls start stripping, revealing their bikini clad bodies underneath. While Lily and Yoona had nice bodies, all of your focus was on Haewon. Her bright yellow bikini top revealed a generous amount of cleavage, while her matching bottoms left practically nothing to the imagination. You felt yourself drool as you imagined getting to explore her smooth curves with your hands.

“Hey perverts, are you gonna join us or not?” Yoona yells, snapping the three of you back to your senses. Jaewon and Junseo quickly discard their shirts before running into the ocean, joining Lily and Yoona. You start to do the same before noticing Haewon, who was sitting underneath the shade of the umbrella.

“Aren’t you gonna go in the water?” you ask her.

“I want to, but I completely forgot my sunscreen at home like an idiot,’ she says, sighing disappointedly. “I’d rather not risk getting sunburnt, y’know?”

You rummage through your bag and pull out a small bottle of sunscreen. “Here, you can use some of mine.”

She flashes you a bright smile as she takes the bottle from your hand. “Thank you, Minhyuk! You’re a lifesaver!”

“”Y-yeah, no problem.” Your cock begins to stir in your swimming trunks as you watch her rub the white cream into her smooth skin, your mind filling with sinful thoughts. Then, the unthinkable happens.

“Hey Minhyuk, do you think you could put some sunscreen on my back?” Words you’ve only ever heard in the beginnings of cheap porn films have now come out of Haewon’s mouth. You try to keep a calm expression as she hands you the bottle of sunscreen.

“Y-y-yeah, I c-can do that,” you stutter, trying and failing to maintain your composure. Thankfully, Haewon doesn’t notice as she lies on her stomach, giving you the perfect chance to ogle her cute ass, barely covered by her bikini bottoms. With trembling hands, you squirt some sunscreen on your fingers and begin gently massaging into her back.

“Mmmmm, you have such strong hands,” she says, moaning from your touch. You felt your heart pound in your chest with excitement as your hands caressed her lower back. Her skin was as smooth as you had imagined, your fingers easily gliding over her curves. This intimate situation felt like a dream come true that you never wanted to wake up from.

“Oh Minhyuk, that feels so good.” You felt your ears burn bright red as your cock stood at full attention. Everything else faded away as you focused on giving Haewon the best massage you could muster. The sunscreen acted as lube as you gently pushed your digits into her back, eliciting more moans. It became a game to you as you figured out which spots she liked most. Your breathing became heavy with arousal as the chorus of Haewon’s moans filled your ears.

Suddenly, Haewon sits up and grabs your wrists, glaring at you. You gulp, worried that you may have taken things too far. Without a word, she pulls you up and drags you away from the picnic blanket.

“U-uh, Haewon? Where are we going?”

She ignores you as she drags you behind a large boulder, away from everyone else. Her demeanor suddenly turns timid as a pink blush appears on her cheeks and her shaky eyes are unable to meet yours.

“Haewon? What’s wrong?” you ask, becoming increasingly bewildered by her behavior. Despite the circumstances, you couldn’t help but find her cute as she nervously twiddled with her fingers, her impressive cleavage on full display.

“U-um, I’m sorry if this is weird, but that massage got me all h-hot and…” Her words trailed off as the pink on her cheeks evolved into tomato red. You couldn’t believe her words at first. Did Haewon want you to…? Without hesitation, you pulled her closer and smashed your lips against hers. Your gamble pays off as she wraps her arms around your neck, moaning into your mouth. With newfound confidence, your hands explore more of her body, tracing her every curve. Your right hand cups her plump ass cheek while your other hand gently squeezes her breast, giving you the perfect chance to shove your tongue inside of her mouth as she opens it to moan. The sweet taste of strawberry lip gloss covers your taste buds as your tongues squirm in an erotic dance.

You eventually break the kiss as the need for oxygen manages to trump your carnal desires. Haewon stares deep into your eyes as she catches her breath, her hand snaking down your torso before stopping on your erect bulge. A low groan escapes your lips from the contact, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

“C-can I touch your cock?” she asks, her voice trembling. You always saw Haewon as an outgoing bundle of energy, so seeing her this timid and horny made you go feral. With a nod, you lower your swimming trunks, revealing your rock hard cock to her in all its glory. Haewon gasps as she kneels in front of you, inspecting your full length with wide eyes. The sight of her innocent face next to your cock would be forever etched into your mind.

“Oh my god, you’re so big, Minhyuk,” she whispers in awe, gently wrapping her fingers around your member. Her hands felt like Heaven against your cock as they clumsily stroked it. “U-um, I’ve never done this before. Can you help me?”

“Y-yeah, sure. Uh, why don’t you try kissing it first?” you suggest. Haewon obediently complies as she places gentle kisses on your shaft, staining it with her lip gloss. Each kiss sends a shockwave of dopamine throughout your entire body.

“Is that okay?” Haewon’s large eyes look up at you, searching for approval.

A smile grows on your face as you pat her head. “Yes, that’s great, Haewon. You should try sucking it now.”

Haewon giggles excitedly before taking the tip of your cock into her mouth, running her tongue against your slit. A moan escapes your mouth as your hands instinctively reach for the back of her head, encouraging her to take in more of you. You would’ve never guessed that she was inexperienced with how easily your cock slides down her throat. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt before - pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck, Haewon. You’re so g-good, holy shit..”

Lust takes control of your body, your fingers interlocking with her hair as you roughly fuck her face. Haewon’s eyes well up with tears, but she makes no move to pull away, happily accepting your whole length. Saliva dripped from her mouth, the dirty image only fueling your arousal. Without warning, you shot your load down Haewon’s throat, the heavenly feeling of her mouth becoming too much for you to handle. After what feels like an eternity of cumming, you release her from your grasp. Haewon collapses backwards onto the sand, drool and cum staining her perfect face.

“S-Shit, are you okay?!” you ask, worried you may have been too rough on her.

Haewon props herself up and smiles at you. “Th-that was… i-incredible…” she stammered, catching her breath. “C-can you put it inside me? P-please?”

Her words reinvigorate you causing your cock to become hard once again. You quickly pull Haewon to her feet and untie her top, tossing it aside to reveal her ample breasts. Your mouth latches onto her tits while you shove your free hand inside of her bottoms, rubbing her moist slit.

“Oh fuck! That feels so good, Minhyuk…” Haewon whimpers as she plays with your hair. Any ounce of common sense left in your mind was thrown out the window as your only goal right now was to pleasure the girl of your dreams in every way possible. Your heart chugged like the engine of a steam train as you worshiped Haewon’s body with every flick of your tongue and every swipe of your finger against her heat. Eventually, you detach your mouth from her breasts, staring into her eyes while you finger her pussy.

You lean into her ear and whisper, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I-I like you, Haewon.” You curl your fingers inside of her, coercing a high-pitched moan out of her as her body is reduced to putty in your hands.

“I-I l-like you too, Min- Ah, fuck! P-please fuck me!” she exclaims. Haewon holds onto your shoulders for balance, nibbling on your neck to muffle her erotic noises. Her confession only increased your skyhigh libido, ripping her bottoms away and lining up your cock with her dripping pussy. Slowly, you thrust forward, impaling her with your erection.

“H-holy shit…” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“A-are you okay, Haewon?” you asked, pausing your motions to check up on her.

“Y-yes, k-keep going please. Fuck, y-you’re so big…” Haewon looked up at you with pleading eyes. You could’ve sworn her irises turned into hearts for a second.

You continue thrusting forward, catching her lips in a kiss that was much gentler than the one before, eventually bottoming out inside of her. Gripping her supple thighs, you mentally thank Jaewon and Junseo for dragging you to the gym as you lift Haewon’s body with ease. You increase your pace, each thrust punctuated by Haewon’s cute whimpers and the occasional “fuck”, “ah”, and “yes”. Her ample breasts bounced in front of your eyes as Haewon threw her head back with pleasure. You still couldn’t believe that you were fucking your crush on the beach.

The pressure built up inside of you as you savored the feeling of her warm, tight cunt around your penis. You did your best to hold on for as long as possible, but the sensation was becoming overwhelming. “H-Haewon… I-I’m gonna… c-cum…” you groaned.

“F-fuck… C-cum in me, M-Minhyuk… I-I wanna feel you fill me up…” The vulgar words coming out of her mouth were enough to send you over the edge as you shot your second load deep inside of her womb. Haewon continued to bounce on your cock, her own orgasm taking over. Your legs eventually give out as both of your naked bodies collapse onto the sand, your cock never leaving the warmth of her pussy. Haewon laid on top of you, planting kisses on your neck and chin as you caught your breath.

“That… was fucking amazing, Minhyuk,” she giggled, tracing random patterns on your chest with her index finger. You wrapped your arms around her, the warm rays of sunshine beating down on the two of you.

Eventually, the two of you get up and put on your discarded bathing suits. “We should do this again sometime,” you quipped. Haewon laughs and grabs your face, planting a gentle peck on your lips.

“I would like that a lot.” Hand in hand, you return to your friend group, ready to enjoy the rest of your day at the beach with your new girlfriend.

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