#was this actually a t shirt he wore outside the house or was it one for just at home? what color t shirt did he wear the most outside

[thedevotionaltour]

do u ever feel like a little insane seeing yourself trying to make something from memory knowing it's something you can't really see again and don't have a picture of so it just feels very. hm. heart wrenching perhaps.

[moamidzyism]

[12:30am] (c.yj)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 2074 smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ˚⁺。˚ // repost ୨୧ frat boy!yeonjun x fem!reader, friends with benefits, mentions of alcohol, college!au, unprotected sex [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

“come to my party tonight.” yeonjun was all but on his knees begging you.

“you’re throwing a party?” the rays of sun peeking in from his blinds shone on you as your were digging through the mess on the floor looking for your clothes.

“my frat is,” he confessed, “i promise, it will be fun.” he quickly added when he saw your face turn sour from the side.

“you know that i don’t like these things.” you finally turn to face him as you pull up your pants. the t-shirt you wore to his place last night was still somewhere in the mess.

“i know,” he drags you back down into bed with him. “but i’ll be there with you the entire time.” he pulls you into a kiss, despite your contests about your class that was starting in half an hour.

in the five and a half months that you had been hooking up with him, you’ve come to know yeonjun as many things – the corny, unserious, silly loser that was posing as the super cool, ultra confident frat social chair – but you didn’t know that he was also a liar. because you had been at this party for an hour and you had only seen him a grand total of once, when you walked in and he told you to wait for him in the kitchen.

so you do as he says and wait in the kitchen for twenty minutes while he’s in the backyard playing some drinking game with his frat brothers. for a moment, you think about going outside to meet him, but you ultimately decide that you were not one to beg for attention. instead, you weave through the sweaty bodies that filled the house and find yourself on the living room couch. looking around the room, you start to wonder why you’re still here.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel a figure beside you. “hey, y/n, right?” you turn to the side to see who called your name and see a tall boy sitting beside you. he looks familiar but you can’t quite place your finger on where you had seen him. “it’s taehyun.” he says after noticing the look of confusion on your face as you try to place where you know him from.

when you still fail to do so, he sighs. “i’m yeonjun’s little. we have advanced comp together.”

“oh, that taehyun. i knew you looked familiar.”

“not familiar enough, if you couldn’t remember me.”

“i’m really bad with faces,” you try to excuse yourself, “and names,” you add, making him chuckle.

“i thought yeonjun would have for sure mentioned me to his girlfriend.” he says to himself, but loud enough for you to hear.

“oh, i’m not his girlfriend.”

“really? i always see you two together, especially around here.”

“we’re just friends. we are not together.” you made sure to especially emphasize the last sentence.

“so, what are you doing here?”

“i was just wondering the same thing,” you mostly say to yourself.

“well, i was going to go outside to play beer pong, but i saw you sitting by yourself.”

“aren’t you the sweetest?” you tease him, making him blush.

“yeah, and i need a partner.”

“oh, i appreciate you keeping me company, but i’m not really a drinker.”

“well, i don’t plan on losing.” he stands up, reaching his hand out for you to join him. you take it with a shy smile and follow him outside to play.

you soon realize that taehyun was right. he was actually really good at beer pong. you guys had already played against two other pairs and you hadn’t once tasted alcohol.

as you guys celebrate your second win, you feel a familiar presence behind you. “i call next round,” you hear your friend’s voice. you and taehyun turn around to see a glaring yeonjun. even though you’re outside and the air is cool, you can’t help but heat up as your blood rushes up to your face when you meet yeonjun’s gaze. to say that this moment is awkward is a gross understatement.

still, taehyun remains as cool as the night. his hands find solace on the back of his neck, rubbing ever so slightly. “yeah, sure, do you have a partner?”

“i think i can take both of you by myself.” yeonjun responds, ever so confidently. you roll your eyes.

tonight you’ve uncovered two important facts about yeonjun that you were not privy to prior. the first, obviously being that he is a liar, and the second being that he is very good at beer pong. not surprising, given that he is a member of a frat, but now intimidating because before you knew it there was only one cup in front of you and it’s his turn again.

taehyun, who has really been the main player of your team, is now barely standing straight. throughout the game, yeonjun has been egging him to drink all your losses for you because he knows that you can’t handle your alcohol, and taehyun, was really a trooper, not wanting to disobey his big.

a crowd begins to form around the three of you and yeonjun carelessly throws the ping pong ball that effortlessly falls into the red solo cup in front of you. the crowd erupts in cheers, yeonjun, seemingly unfazed by the attention, smirks directly at his frat brother, who picks up the cup with despair in his eyes.

you take the cup from him and pour the content onto the grass below you.

yeonjun, still riding the wave of his victory, seizes your arm and pulls you away from the crowd. you shoot taehyun a regretful look, or at least try to. yeonjun is pulling you away too quickly, and he is still looking down, trying to stabilize himself, before he too is dragged off into the party. 

yeonjun leads you upstairs to his room. as the door closes behind you, the jubilant cheers of the crowd are muffled, and it’s just the two of you in the warmth of his bedroom.

“that was so uncalled for,” you tell him, your hands planted firmly on your hips. 

“he’ll be fine,” yeonjun reassures you, his voice low and seductive. he inches closer to you, sliding his hands between you, pulling you into an intimate embrace. “he should know better.” his lips trail along your jawline, peppering kisses in a way that makes your heart race.

“he’s a freshman,” you state, trying to maintain a semblance of seriousness amid the growing intensity. yeonjun’s kisses continue, like he’s deliberately trying to distract you from the brewing conversation.

“and you’re mine.” he declares between kisses. “he shouldn’t be touching what’s mine.”

“i’m not yours, one.” you retort, pushing his head away from you. “two, he wasn’t touching me. and three, you left me in the kitchen for twenty minutes.”

“i’m sorry about that. i shouldn’t have left you alone when i invited you.” yeonjun conceded, trying to bridge the gap between the two of you with another kiss. however, you dodge him, demanding an explanation with a straight face.

“y/n, i’m not going to apologize for telling people in my frat that you’re my girlfriend.”

“wait, you’ve been telling people that i’m your girlfriend?” you move his hands that were previously around your waist. he stands opposite you now, with his hands by his side.

“well, you kind of are,” he responds with a nonchalant shrug.

“no i’m not.”

“you should be.”

“you were the one who said that you weren’t looking for a relationship.”

“but i like you. why is that a problem?”

“because this is the first i’m hearing about this.”

“so do you want me to show you how much i like you?” he proposes, a lingering question that hangs in the charged air between you.

“can we at least talk about this first?”

“we can, but i’ve been wanting to kiss you since i saw you playing with taehyun.” he looks at you with his signature pout. “can i just kiss you first, and maybe we can talk?”

“not maybe. we are going to talk.” you concede and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

you try so hard not to succumb to him, but his arms are wrapping around your waist in the way that he knows drives you crazy. he pulls you closer to his bed, laying you down gently, his lips still attached to your jawline.

“j-jun,” you moan out his name.

“i know, i know. we’ll talk.” he assures you. “i just wanna make you feel good first – show you how much i like you.” he repeats.

and so you let him.

you let him push your skirt up and slide your panties down. you let him trail kisses along your exposed stomach and down your legs. you let him hide his face between your legs, his head moving up and down as he moans against you. the vibrations send chills down your spine.

his tongue laps your pussy eagerly, his sloppy ruts causing his nose to bump against your clit. “pussy always tastes so sweet for me.” you feel him smile against your core.

you tighten your grip on him using your thighs as you inch closer to your orgasm, but before you could cum, you feel him pull away. “no,” you cry out.

yeonjun looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty plump lips wet from your arousal. “lemme fuck you. I wanna make my girl feel so good.”

“your girl,” you repeat after him.

“yeah, you’re all mine,” he leans down to kiss you. “my girl.”

yeonjun lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in so gently, you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of him filling you up so well. “feels good, baby?”

you hum in response before wrapping your arms around his body pulling him closer to you. with every subsequent thrust, you feel yourself unraveling around him, his hands exploring the contours of your body. your moans echo through the room and for the first time that night you’re so grateful to the universe that the music from the party downstairs is so loud that you can barely hear yourself think.

yeonjun accelerates his thrusts, his movements becoming less steady by the second. as he inches closer to his climax, he hides his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling on your ear occasionally. his eyes cloud over and his hips begin to stutter. your eyes flutter closed as you feel him pumping his load deep inside you.

yeonjun gently retreives and damp cloth and quickly cleans you up. once he finishes, he joins you in bed, the warmth of his presence settling beside you again.

“i’m not opposed to the idea of being your girlfriend,” you begin after a while, breaking the silence that had settled in the room.

“but?”

“but, you have to make up your mind about what you want.”

“i know what i want,” he assures, tracing patterns on your skin with his fingertips.

you take a deep breath before continuing, “if you want me to be your girlfriend, you can’t just say it in the heat of the moment.”

his gaze meets yours, and there’s a sincerity in his eyes that wasn’t there before. “i know, i get it, y/n.” the two of you lie in silence for another moment. “i really do like you, y/n. it’s not just something i say in the heat of the moment,” he admits. “i guess i’ve just been trying to figure out how to say it properly.”

“i do like you too.” you confess to him. “why do you think i came to this stupid party?” the room feels warmer as you admit your feelings, and yeonjun’s eyes light up with joy. he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

“but you still have to apologize to taehyun.” you remind him, gently pulling away from his arms.

“oh, he’ll be fine.” he chuckles, his fingers brushing through your hair.

“i’m serious,” you shoot him a playful scowl. his laughter resonates throughout the room, yet he relents. satisfied, you settle back into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. the sounds of the distant party below serves as a reminder of a world outside, but in this moment it’s just the two of you.

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[babygorewhore]

His Doll

Continuing this blurb of Rafe Cameron falling for a goth girl. Opposites attract, right?

This wasn’t a request but I got a really good response when I wrote my blurb so I extended it! This is self indulgent but also hot and steamy!! Warnings! Blow job and unprotected sex! @xxbutdaddyilovehimxx helped me out on this!

“Look at little Tim Burton over there,” Rafe smirks at Topper when he sees you loitering at one of the expensive stores in Tanny Hill. You were completely out of place in the Outer banks. All black clothes, thick combat boots and dark makeup.

Rafe was prepared to approach you but he found himself a little nervous. Why was he nervous? You were some weird goth chick in a state where everyone wore bright colors and sandals. Why shouldn’t he go over there and mess with you? He had heard about goth chicks being freaks. That was it. That was all it was.

Until he found himself slipping beside you ten minutes later, selecting a black t-shirt much to Topper's surprise and side glances. He made sure you looked at him as he bought it. He wasn’t one to be intimidated by girls, he was used to them. Used to getting whatever he wanted until now. But you didn’t fawn over him as he watched you wander around the boardwalk a few days later.

“She must be new.” He muttered to himself. Why else would she not pay him attention? Rafe found her instagram later that night and saw she listed her Spotify. He started listening and cringed at the volume. He wasn't able to understand the lyrics at first but as the minutes went on…it was actually a little catchy.

When he worked out, Topper and Kelce looked at him like he was an alien as he blasted the music through his headphones as he worked out. “Bro, she’s got you pussy whipped.” Kelce smacked him on the shoulder and Rafe glared.

“Shut the fuck up.”

It was a mantra Rafe repeated when he finally went up to you after a week. You were…having a picnic in the middle of an empty park on a gloomy day with a big smile on your face as you wrote something in a notebook. He wore a black shirt with dark jeans, a really poor attempt to have some sort of common ground with you.

“Hey,” He cleared his throat and you removed your headphones, looking up at him with a surprisingly polite smile.

“Hi! Can I help you?” Your voice was soft. A little sweet and his cock twitched. Mmm. A good girl underneath all that darkness.

You were looking up at him from sitting at your table and he almost moaned the vision of what his future would look like with that black lipstick smeared all over his cock.

“Seen you around. I’m having a little fun tonight with some friends.” You quirked an eyebrow and he briefly wondered if he said the wrong thing.

“You’re inviting me to a party? Rafe Cameron himself?” He was stunned you knew his name before you gave him a little teasing smirk.

“I know who you are. Your royalty on this hell island.” Then you laughed. It was a bursting sound that almost made him smile. Something about the giddy way you expressed yourself made him feel even more attracted to you.

“Yeah. I can take you to my house early. We can leave anytime. I can bring you home whenever you wanna leave. You know, sacrifice to Satan or whatever.”

“You know, not all goths are satanists.” You replied and he lowered himself a little.

“Yeah? Come on. Prove me wrong, witchy girl.”

He almost didn’t expect you to accept but then he was driving to his house while your legs were crossed in his car. You were silent but not in a rude way. You were admiring the scene.

Rafe decided to collect this in his mind. You liked watching the outside. You enjoyed simpler things. Interesting. When he arrived at the party, people were already there and enjoying themselves, watched over by topper. Barry spotted him as Rafe walked you inside his penthouse booming with music but you paused.

“Is this…deftones?” You asked him and Rafe smirked.

“Yeah. They’re great. Perfect for a party near the beach.” You gave him a laugh as Barry approached him with a handshake.

“Hey country club, the fuck you doin in that shirt? Tryna impress the lady guest?” Rafe slung an arm over your shoulder, feeling the pattern of your shirt with his fingers.

“Are you impressed?” He looked down at you and you nodded.

“I am actually. Did you hack into my Spotify or something?” Rafe paused before he saw the smile on your face and he leaned down.

“Mhm. You like that, huh? Come on. Show me what you got.”

That’s when he found himself in his bedroom, with you on your knees. Black lipstick mixed with his cum as he fucked your throat. He moans as he thrusts into your soft mouth, his hand buried in your hair locked with hairspray and your eyes leaking with tears that make your makeup run down your cheeks.

“Pretty little witchy girl.” He grunts as he continues his movements and his cum spills all over you.

Witchy girl is one of his favorite nicknames he uses for you. But another one is monster high doll or vampire Barbie. You’re his little dark angel as he watches YouTube videos while you’re asleep on his bed late at night. He has watched in awe of your removal of your makeup. But you were still so beautiful. You didn’t need it but he wouldn’t risk the wrath of Satan if he spoke it.

He watched different content on different types of goths. Now that he had you, he had to keep you while you hung out with your…interesting friends today as he sat with you, hand on your upper thigh as you happily talked about topics he never considered to be beautiful or something to notice. The night sky. Full moon. Art. Music. Even horror movies started to become apart of his life. Even though it wasn’t his favorite, his little doll loved it and who was he to not keep her happy?

But something he loved doing most was surprising you with a gift. You didn’t grow up like he did. Into privilege. You told him that you shopped usually at second hand stores and he almost fainted.

So, he looked up the best pair of platform black boots and got them for you. Gift giving was easy for him but seeing your big smile and the way you screamed made it his favorite thing to see. Then you insisted you couldn’t accept.

Rafe decided what sort of payment he would take.

He spread you open on his bed, ripping off your favorite pair of lace panties that he promised to buy more of as your dripping pussy glistened for him as he kneeled, running the tip of his dick along your slick swollen clit. “Not so scary anymore, huh?” He said as he pushed inside to the hilt, balls slapping against you.

“God…” You whined as he thrusted harder and deeper, his hands holding his weight above you while your legs were hooked around his waist.

“Not god, doll. Me.” He growled and lightly slapped your face. “Remember that. Remember who owns you.”

Rafe wouldn’t trade his little witch girl for anything.

Or the way her eyeliner runs like a fucking porn star.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Hihi, love your writing. Just sending over a request for a male reader (could be ftm if you'd life) with Hobie Brown? So basically the reader is apart of the organisation too and is a spiderman (could be possibly like a rock and/or punk based spiderman, or something completely opposite it's up to you) and it's how he had met Hobie and how they got close? I can send more details over if you'd like, thanks!

Hobie Brown x Male reader

Headcanons

I couldnt find any gifs of hobie yet, so just have this one.

Spoilers for Across the Spiderverse I guess? Reader is a Juggalo because I like ICP lmao.

You were one of the Spidermen that stood out somewhat amongst every other spiderperson around. You suit was white and black and had Juggalo features painted on the face. You wore a baggy ICP t-shirt and black shorts, maybe even a jacket or battle vest covered in patches. You wore a pair of heavy boots as well, perfect for kicking ass.

Along with that you didn’t respect the machine, aka the people in charge, as much as everyone else. You liked fighting and busting fascist and racist heads, you didn’t get involved with cops, and you were stubborn like a mule. This resulted in Miguel hating you because you were so difficult, but you were one of the best, so he kept you around.

You really liked fighting, which could be seen in the claws you added to your gloves, the brass knuckles worked into your suit, or the hard covering on your knees perfect for kneeing people in the chin. Those were only the visible ones, but you had many other hidden gizmos. This made you a bit of an outcast amongst the spiderpeople, but you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anyone’s approval but your own.

When Hobie joined the organization, it had been for Gwen’s sake in the beginning, since he himself doesn’t care much for large organizations with one leader who makes all the decisions. He puts up with it though, since its his duty to be spiderman.

Color him intrigued when one day he, Gwen and Jessica are called to Miguel’s area. When they arrive, they first see Miguel pacing back and forth rubbing his temples in clear annoyance, and second, they see a spiderman perched on the wall with little respect in his posture, roasting Miguel from head to toe.

Hobie already liked you from just that, but when you jump down to introduce yourself and he sees the anti-capitalism and anti-cop patches on your jacket? He might have fallen in love.

You, Gwen and Hobie were sent on a mission together, and you and Hobie got along like a house on fire. Gwen joked about being a third wheel the entire time, but she was just entertained about how well you two got along.

Outside of missions Hobie and you hang out most of the time, jumping into each other’s dimensions and just spending time at the others place. Hobies place is as punk rock as you can imagine, with all his instruments and an organized mess going on.

Your place is more what you’d imagine from someone who listens to rap, hiphop and ICP. You got a lot of music, casettes, cds, anything you can imagine. Lotsa posters or homemade merch stapled to the wall, etc.

When Hobie and Gwen make their band, you are invited of course, you are the singer. You can rap up a storm and speak so fast its hard for them to keep up some days. Hobie won’t admit it for a while, but hearing you spit bars makes his heart flutter.

Gwen would tease the both of you for having a crush on the other, which you both deny, because you are both cool and having crushes isn’t cool.

Gwen jokes about you two being boyfriends after you accidentally wear each other’s vest after spending the night at Hobies’ place. You both just roll your eyes at her and roast her with no actual heat, just doing it how friends would do it.

You both start dating at some point, neither of you can pinpoint when. One day you two just find yourselves cuddling on your rundown patched up couch without your masks on, cuddling and kissing.

Neither of you ever actually ask if you are boyfriends now or not, because you both know you are. It takes a while for Gwen and Pavitr a while to realize you two are together, since you don’t actually act any different.

Its only when they see you pull up his mask and your own to kiss him before going on a mission that it clicks for the both of them. They both whine that neither of you actually told them you were together.

When the movie happens you peace out the same moment as Hobie, having stolen your own tech so you two can keep visiting each other even if you aren’t part of the organization anymore.

Neither of you were ever big parts of being part of it anyways and only stayed for each other and for your friends, but seeing how Miguel deals with the whole Miles situation, you agree you need to leave.

You work together to make the watch for Gwen so she can save Miles. You two might join her too if needed, especially you, because you will take any chance to knock Miguel on his ass, maybe knock out those cheesy fangs of his.

Like I said, you hate authority. And since Miguel is authority, you hate him. Hobie follows after you because hes whipped and loves you deeply, plus he knows you can get kinda careless at times, so he has to pull you outta trouble if he needs.

You are both so grossly whipped for each other, it makes Gwen and Pavitr gag, though its fake gagging. You share clothes, instruments. You do his eyeliner and paint his nails, he does your Juggalo face paint. He always makes sure to give you a big kiss, which just wipes the paint onto his lips too.

[bachiras-toaster]

seven minutes in heaven : ̗̀➛

YUTA OKKOTSU x afab!reader

cw: yuta is a boob guy, reader has tear-shaped boobs, shamefully pervy!yuta, all characters aged up, drunk!reader, alcohol, virgin!yuta

wc: 4k

The truth was, Yuta liked you. He liked your humour, your personality, your smile, and practically everything about you. Although, one of the aspects of your being he felt that he was so shamefully attracted to was your body- Every part of it, actually. Especially your boobs.

He had seen them up close and personal a few times when he had conversations with you, but for the most part, he had kept his distance. Though, despite having to admire them from far away, he could never take his eyes off your chest no matter what you were wearing. V-necks and low cut tops were a heavenly sight to him and he had always thanked his lucky stars whenever he saw you rock up to outings with the group in them, however he was also attracted enough to you to appreciate when you didn't have any cleavage on display. Even when you wore things like turtlenecks or t-shirts, he still loved how he could see the outline and shape of your breasts and he loved leaving it up to the imagination.

He had only really confided in two people about his little crush on you: and that was Inumaki and Panda. Being the other two guys he was the closest with in the friendship group, he felt like he could really trust them. They had never gone against his trust, however it had often become a topic of teasing, especially when they were faced with an opportunity to push Yuta outside of his comfort zone. Whenever they saw that you were slightly revealing tops, they would shoot glances at Yuta to see if he was staring- Which he always was, every single time. Though it seemed like now their confidence in wingmaning had become a lot more daring thanks to a house party that one of their friends had hosted.

Needless to say, drinking was involved, and you were starting to feel the effects of partying. Others had also gotten quite drunk, such as people like Nobara and Yuji, but neither were quite as bold as you were when you were drunk. You were someone who already loved taking risks when you were sober, so being drunk practically meant that you were up for any challenge that came your way.

Yuta meekly watched from the corner as Panda and Inumaki conversed with Nobara on the other side of the room in hushed voices. He hadn't been suspicious at first, but when he saw them shooting gazes back at him and pointing, he felt his heart drop. They were his friends. Surely they weren't saying anything bad, right? Part of him wanted to get up there and join in on their conversation just to see what all the fuss was about, but as he put his cup to the side to get up from his seat, Nobara erupted into a loud cackle and cupped her hands together to yell at the people situated in the lounge.

"Alright! Who's ready for some seven minutes in heaven?!" She screamed excitedly, causing a loud uproar of eager cheers to fill the living room. Yuta gasped when he heard the announcement, turning towards Inumaki and Panda, who had already made their ways back to his side, chuckling.

"What did you do-?! Did you tell her to host a game of seven minutes in heaven?!" Yuta asked frantically in a flustered tone, already feeling his cheeks blush a shade of bright red.

"Salmon." Inumaki held the thumbs up with a proud smile.

"Relax, Nobara's totally in on the plan." Panda wrapped his arm around Yuta's shoulder, copying the hand gesture that Inumaki had held up. The black-haired man simply shoved Panda's large arm off of his shoulders and stared at him, absolutely horrified.

"Plan?! What plan?!" His voice pitched a high and terrified tone. "What did you tell her?! I was just asking about the game!"

"Stop worrying. She's not gonna tell anyone. She's totally reliable." Panda assured him, holding his paw on Yuta's shoulder in a quick attempt to calm him down. "She asked us how we thought we could make the party more interesting and we just... Briefly mentioned how a good game could bring you and (Y/n) closer together!"

"Tuna!"

"If you could believe it, she actually wanted (Y/n) to get closer with someone! She didn't explicitly mention you, but she said how she always noticed how boring (Y/n)'s like must be without a partner."

"You had no right to tell her that—!" Yuta made a short-lived attempt to give the two a piece of his mind, but he was interrupted with another deafening cheer as he saw (Y/n) stumble to Nobara's side.

He watched intently as you had practically dashed to the front of the room where Nobara stood, holding your hands up to point towards yourself with a large grin on your face. You weren't exactly drunk enough to the point where you couldn't even stand, however you were having a little trouble running in a straight line.

"Me, pick me!" You begged her, clasping your hands together as you fell to your knees in front of her. "I want to play a round!"

"Of course! Thank you for volunteering!" Nobara giggled as she helped you back onto your feet by grabbing your forearm. "Oh, but who am I going to pair you with...?" She frowned, her eyes already being set directly onto Yuta.

His skin ran cold as he made eye-contact with the light brunette girl and he immediately looked away, his eyes trying to find every corner of the room before he let them find Nobara's eyes again. Yet no matter how hard he attempted to look away, his friends knew better than to let Yuta pass this golden opportunity up- especially after they had worked so hard to even let it happen in the first place.

Without a second thought, both Panda and Inumaki instinctively shoved Yuta forward into the crowd of people, causing him to tumble forward. The people that he felt into got the quick impression that he was offering himself up and grabbed at his wrist to force his hand into the air. Panda and Inumaki exchanged proud glances as Yuta's hand was forced up high by a blue-haired girl, who was excited to see that someone was apparently willing to go forward with the game.

"And who's that handsome man I see at the back?" Nobara's grin widened as she pretended to scan the area, leaning forward with her palms stretched above her eyes to give her a clearer view of the crowd. "Yuta Okkotsu! You seem like the perfect match for this game!"

The people surrounding him already began shoving him forward closer to the front of the room where Nobara and you were stood. His heart raced the closer he got and he made multiple attempts to push out of their grasp, to no avail.

"Oh no, I wasn't volunteering or anything! I was just accidentally shoved into people who thought I was!—" He stammered, his face flushing as he finally reached the front of the room, where Nobara had already latched her palm around his wrist, dragging you both to the nearest walk-in cabinet.

"Oh, so you're saying you wouldn't want to be trapped in a room with dear old (Y/n) here?" She paused to give Yuta a playful glare, gently tapping on your cheeks before squeezing them lovingly. "Grow up, it's only seven minutes!"

When a big enough cabinet was found, the two of you were both shoved inside without a second thought. You and Yuta had been engulfed between hung-up coats and a collection of shoes at your feet, the jackets and cardigans that were strung up in the cabinet practically served as a curtain to hide Yuta's profusely blushing face. Nobara smiled widely and waved at the two of you, and he could just about see Panda and Inumaki's smug expressions hiding behind the girl’s friendly face.

"We'll let you know when it's been six minutes so you have a minute to... Get ready." Nobara smirked, shutting the door and facing Panda and Yuta as she did so, high-fiving them over their great achievement.

The black-haired man made an opportunity to try and object, but the door had already been slammed in his face, and the knob clicked shut. His palm latched onto the handle to shake it desperately, whining as he tried to force it back open, but it was no use.

You had already sat down on top of one of the storage shelfs on the ground and giggled slightly when you saw how terrified Yuta seemed to be. By no means did he think that being alone with you was the worst thing in the world, but he had just never been this close to you alone in such a confined space. Truth be told, the thought of it terrified him, especially since he felt that he was too attracted to you to keep his composure for this long, especially when you were a lot... Different when you were drunk.

You were a pretty normal person when you were sober, which is why it probably would've been fine for him to be alone with you if you hadn't touched a single drop of alcohol since attending the party. Unfortunately, when you were drunk, it was like your boldness levels shot from two to a hundred. You were a lot more confident, touchy, and you let words spill from your lips at the same speed that the thoughts appeared in your mind.

"Why? Is it so bad to be alone with me?" You pretended to pout before a playful grin stretching across your glossy lips.

Yuta turned around, his heart practically squeezing in his chest. When you reached forward and tugged on the end of his sleeve to pull him forward, he swallowed a great gulp of nervousness as he stumbled into a seat in front of you, where he sat upon a small drawer that seemed to hold a shelf of sandals and slippers.

"N-No! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re a lovely woman— It’s just... I didn’t expect to have to play this sort of game…" He immediately went to scratch the back of his palms, looking down at his knees so he wouldn't have to look you straight in the eye.

"Relax, Okkotsu. Games like this always happen at parties." You take hold of his chin and guided his gaze back up into yours. Despite the darkness, you were still able to catch a glimpse of that small twinkle in his eyes, that very look that screamed innocence and adorableness.

"Th-They do..?" He stuttered.

"Of course! And we're both adults, aren't we? We've both done it before."

You shrugged and leaned back against the wall behind you with a bright smile; your expression was met with a nervous look of his own as he gnawed the inside of his cheek worriedly.

"I... Haven't." He let out softly, almost as if he were afraid to admit that.

"—Really?!"

"...I haven't even seen a pair of boobs in person before." He grumbled, possibly even more quietly than his last sentence.

You couldn't help but let a loud and belted cackle run from your lips, your entire face flushing with humour as you heard his comment. Your chest began to ache a little with how heavily you were laughing and tears in the corners of your eye began to make itself apparent the longer you continued to bellow in his face.

"Aw, that is so adorable! Who knew you could be so innocent!" You commented, your cheeks beginning to hurt with how widely you were grinning.

"Huh—?!"

"I knew you were like that, but I figured at least some girl would let you cop a feel at least some point in your life." Your hands rested on your knees and you squeezed the fabric of your pants to try and suppress your shaky giggles. "Why have you never mentioned that before?" You wipe the tears from your eyes with your index finger and let your hands drop to the hems of your shirt, your fingers tugging on the bottom of your top.

"Because...! —It's not relevant!" He nervously bit back, trying to defend himself.

"You're too much of a gentleman, Yuta." Your smile softened as you lifted up your shirt to remove it, your hair flowing against the neck-hole in your top for a more exciting reveal. "Surely you've thought about wanting to grab some girl's tits at least once." Your top dropped to your side as you leaned back a bit to reveal yourself shirtless, wearing nothing on your top-half aside from what seemed to be a regular bra.

He hesitated at your comment for a moment, biting the inside of his lip as his cheeks felt warm again. He faced forward, but his eyes looked to the wall behind you instead of at your breasts, feeling like it was wrong to be staring at you so vulnerably.

"Wanna see mine?" Your voice dipped to a more deeper and whispery tone, almost like you were talking to him as if you were a sultry lady trying to invite him into your bed.

"—What—?!" He was immediately caught off guard and looked you right in the eye, his lid widened to reveal that coat of shock that lingered in his state.

"They're probably not as round as you would imagine them— Assuming you've thought about the shape of my boobs before..." You tease, gently prodding your own chest in your bra as you chuckled.

"—I'm sure they're... Fine..." He gulped.

This is more of what terrified him when you were drunk. You were so... Open. It turned him into a nervous mess and he was never sure how to react to anything you were saying. It seemed like tonight, your confidence had been taken to the next level and you were even more daring than before. You weren't exactly a saint, but he knew for sure that this would never be something that you would offer to him if you had been sober. If you hadn't drank that night, the conversation probably would've just ended after you laughed at him and you would've forgotten than he had even told you that the next day.

"Hah! You're so cute! How do girls not rip their shirts off at the sight of you?" You pulled your lips into a smirk as you shifted your hand behind your back to fiddle with the clasp of your bra.

As the clasp fell apart, your boobs sank a little after being taken out of what was revealed to be a push-up bra. Despite them drooping a little, Yuta was mesmerised all the same, his eyes glistening as they landed on how perfectly tense your nipples looked in the dim lighting.

"Sorry. They're probably not as full as expected. Then again, beggars can't be choosers." You shrugged, allowing your bra to drop right next to your cast-away shirt.

"No, they're... They're exactly how I imagined them." His mouth practically watered at the sight of them and he seemed to be involuntarily inching closer to them. You broke out into a cheeky smirk after his response.

"Why don't you feel them?" You said, gripping onto a handful of your own tit in order to make the offer sound more enticing to him.

"...Really?"

"Go ahead. Feel how nice they are." You leaned forward a little bit, completely consenting to his curiosity. 

He reached forward and hesitantly spread his palm over your left breast, squeezing it softly to gauge the feeling of it in his palm. He pawed nervously at the fat of your chest for about twenty seconds, but you quickly grew irritated with how slow he was taking it and rolled your eyes, clicking your tongue at your own impatience.

"Ugh, stop being so gentle!" You snapped, pushing yourself further into him so you were basically settled between his legs now. His heart thumped faster when more of your boob was pushed into his hand and he did just as you commanded him to.

He took his other unoccupied hand and reached for your other breast, grasping them as desperately as he wished he could've done so before. He fondled with them as if they were stress balls, feeling himself get lost in the sensation of your skin. They felt so tender, not exactly how he imagined they would be. For some reason, he always thought that boobs would be a lot more... Stiff, because of how they looked in bras, that was. But yours were so silky, so smooth. He pawed at them like a kitten would paw at carpet, his thumbs flicking over your sensitive nipples too.

"(Y/n), can I... Taste... Too?" His lips were already so close to your chest that he was just a few centimetres away from licking them himself.

"Greedy, aren't we?" You giggled, lifting your chest up towards him. "Go ahead."

He attacked his lips onto your nipple and treated it as if it were another pair of lips that he was kissing, his mouth running over your skin like a lollipop and licking every inch of it. You moaned softly and lifted your palm up to run your fingers through his hair as he pinched large areas in the fat of your boob so he could take more of your nipple into his mouth.

He felt like he was in heaven, and the soft whines that escaped from his mouth as he left sloppy kisses across your chest was proof of that. His pants began to tighten and he felt a tent form in his crotch, but he promptly ignored it because of his good he felt at the moment. You hadn't noticed how turned on he was getting just from sucking yourself tits because your eyes were fluttered closed at the sensation- All you were thinking was how warm the inside of his mouth felt.

"You have one minute left in there!" Nobara announced loudly on the other side of the wall, banging repeatedly on the door to let the two of you know that it was almost time to wrap it up.

"Ah! Would you look at the time!" You pushed Yuta's head away from your chest, causing him to whimper slightly as his lips lost connecting with your wet nipple. "Aren't you lucky? Spending six minutes in here touching boobs for the first time!"

He frantically went to cover his crotch with his palms as he regained his composure when you pulled away from him. He nervously continued to stare at you as you shoved yourself back into your bra and threw your shirt back over your chest, cleaning yourself up as if it had never happened. You still felt traces of his warm saliva linger on your skin even after you covered yourself back up, but it wasn't a feeling that wss visible to the outside eye.

When the time clocked, you swung the door open yourself a walked outside with a jolly stride, your smile beaming even brighter than ever. Passing by you as you left was Panda, Nobara, and Inumaki, who shoved themself inside of the cabinet before Yuta even had a chance to get up.

Yuta was pushed back down into his seat by Panda, who eagerly pushed himself onto where you had been previously sat so he, Inumaki, and Nobara could all face him with bright grins. Inumaki, being the last to enter, stood and shut the door so he could guard the entrance.

"Why are you guys coming inside—?!" Yuta was swiftly cut off by Panda, who was frantically shoving the coats out of his face so he could properly look at Yuta.

"We're not playing another round yet, we're just checking in on you! We wanna know how it goes!"

"Guys, please go away—" Yuta bit his tongue, feeling the humiliation creep further onto his face as he realised he had to shield the tent forming in his pants in front of his friends.

"Is that a boner?! No way, did you actually do it with (Y/n)?" Nobara’s jaw hung open.

"—No, we didn't!"

"Did she see it?" Panda intersected, his curiosity clearly taking over.

"No! ...I don't think so..."

"Knowing her, she probably didn't. It looks like it's super dark in here." Nobara squinted as she looked around, only seeing faint and dark silhouettes of the basic shapes inside the room.

"Salmon." Inumaki noted.

"Guys! Again, what is it you want?" He yelled, his face red with embarrassment- Though it wasn’t a colour that the trio could see very well in the darkness.

"Details! What happened? Tell us everything!" Nobara squealed, flapping her hands and tapping her feet excitedly as she implored him to continue.

"Mustard leaf!"

"And please, don't spare any details! We wanna know exactly what went down. Did she see your dick?"

"You guys are sounding really creepy..." Yuta’s teeth gritted at the sound of the numerous questions flowing into his brain. It just made it more difficult to conceal both his blush and his erection; he just hunched over and covered his lap with his arms and buried his face into his own shoulders.

"We just want to know! Stop stalling and give us the scoop!"

"Well..." He muttered, still looking down at his own lap. "…She let me see her boobs."

"She did?!" The three all exclaimed in unison.

"She even let me touch them... I was really hesitant at first, but she told me to stop being so gentle and basically forced me to grab more of her." His voice went shaky as he continued. "And she... Let me lick them as well."

"And you got a boner over that? I mean, I don't blame you! (Y/n) has beautiful tits." Nobara sighed in awe.

"Salmon."

"You're so lucky! Do you think if I was in here with Maki, she'd let me do the same to her?" The girl whined at the thought; her comment was promptly ignored by the others surrounding her.

"Well, congratulations, Yuta! You've practically taken the biggest step in your relationship with (Y/n)! This is huge for you!" Panda pushed Yuta’s head up to force him to look at his the friends- The black-haired man was immediately met with that same grin Panda always had after a stupid idea.

"Yeah, man! Come on! Stop being all fidgety!” Nobara slapped him playfully in the arm. “How did they feel?"

Yuta just whined a little as he readjusted himself to fully reveal his face to them once more. They saw how pink his cheeks were and how his lips quivered with both a mix of excitement and embarrassment. His palms were gripped tightly on his sleeves as he crossed his arms over his chest to truly convey his tense state.

There was a long moment of silence, accompanied by the sounds of Yuta’s soft breathing as he remembered vividly how the moment went down. Inumaki, Nobara, and Panda just looked at him wide-eyed, awaiting his answer to be served to them on a silver platter. After what felt like the most agonising ten seconds of piece and quiet, Yuta inhaled sharply as he ran his hands over his face before propping his chin up onto the palms of his hands, his lips thinning out into a nervous, straight line.

"...They were… Really soft..." He let out quietly, like it was some sort of crime to comment on the pleasure he felt during that very moment. "...I wanna hold them again..."

[iwantkirkhammett]

Okay, was thinkinn and finally my brain went poof again;

Kirky with a non social gf or whatever and so when she finally agrees to go out with him and meet his freinds she gets a little nervous or her social battery gets loww

So once they get home he rewards her somehow, cuddles or treats or sm 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂..?🤭🤭🤭 i dont mind either way I just thought that this might be cute <3

Ty pooks Muah😘😍

IM SORRY IF THIS SEEMS RUSHED OR ANYTHING IM SICK RN 💔

tw: smut, p in v sex, fingering, fluff! :)

𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔

I stood in front of Kirk, my arms crossed and my irritation evident on my face. He looked at me, almost like a puppy begging for something, puckering his lip. “Please babe…I promise it’ll be fun! They all wanna meet you…” He said with a frown. I sighed, looking at him anxiously. “Kirk you know I don’t like socializing or meeting new-“ and he cut me off, grabbing my cheeks and kissing my forehead. “I know sweetheart, but it’s my band! You’ve seen our shows and everything, I promise you’ll like them. Pretty please?” He asked, and I uncrossed my arms, eventually nodding. “Okay…fine….” I mumbled. “But I don’t wanna be out late and I don’t wanna go somewhere that is loud and obnoxious.” I said, and he chuckled pulling me into a soft hug. “Trust me baby, I already know, don’t gotta tell me your routine.”

Eventually, after a few hours of getting ready, we went to their studio as they had planned to record some new music for an album they were working on. I was beyond nervous, tapping my leg and fiddling with my jewelry. We stood outside for a moment, and Kirk caressed my cheek with one hand. “You’ll do good baby, I know it. They’re gonna love you and you’re gonna love them. You’ll be fine, trust me.” He said, placing a kiss on my forehead and kissing my lips gently. I nodded in response, smiling as he did his best to reassure me. “I hope so…”

Once in and after introducing myself to everyone, I felt much more relaxed and more comfortable now. I was sat on one of the couches in the studio, sitting next to Kirk as they all took a break from hours of recording.

I honestly had zoned out in the middle of their conversing, but James speaking to me cut me out of them. “So, how did you and Kirk meet?” He asked with a smile, and I appreciated him trying to include me. “Oh um….we met at a bar a while back and he asked for my number and…yeah…” I replied awkwardly, getting a bit flustered to which Kirk ended up caressing my thigh a bit to comfort me.

Once I had replied to James, the rest of the band started to talk to me more and I actually found that I was enjoying myself. I was more relaxed and even laughing at jokes every now and then, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t starting to get a bit burnt out and drained, and I started to get more quiet as the hours went on. Kirk eventually noticed that my social battery was basically dead, and he patted my thigh with a soft smile before getting up. “Shit, it’s getting late guys, we should just leave it here.” He said, and the band nodded in agreement before they packed up all their equipment.

We said our goodbyes and finally left to go back home, and Kirk smiled at me. “I told you you’d have fun and be okay, didn’t I?”

I rolled my eyes playfully as we pulled up to the house. “Okay…fine you win…” I said while blushing a bit and we got out of the car, to which Kirk came up behind me to hold my hand. “I’m just teasing you, you did really good sweetheart.” He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

We got into the house, and I collapsed onto the bed, sighing in relief. I was drained from all of the socializing and fun, but also sitting in a separate room while they recorded for 4 hours on end wasn’t the best either. Kirk followed in shortly after me, a soft smile appearing on his face as kissed my forehead, pushing my hair out of my face. “You did really good baby, I’m so proud of you.” He said, getting undressed into his normal t-shirt and boxers combo he always wore to bed, while I changed into my pajamas myself. We both got into the bed, and he cuddled up behind me, holding me close. “Say sweetheart, you did so good for me…” He caressed my hip. “How about I give you a reward?” He said, pushing my hair away from my neck and kissing my cheek.

My cheeks ran hot and desire crept up my thighs, and I gasped as he started to gently kiss at my neck, running his hand up and down my back before running it up my shirt. I let out a soft moan, his kisses and love bites so gentle and sweet, his touch also so relaxing and comforting. He then reached up my shirt, gently starting to caress and grope one of my breasts, leading to me pushing up against his hard on and whimpering softly.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I got you, just relax and let me take care of you.” He said suggestively, unhooking my panties from my thighs and off my ankle, reaching over my body. I spread my legs for him, already so desperate for his touch and I looked up at him. “Kirk…please….” I whispered, and he gently kissed my lips before running his fingers through my folds, toying with my clit gently. He chuckled against my lips, sucking and placing hickeys onto my neck as well. “You’re so wet sweet girl, you like when I take care of you?” He asked, plunging a few fingers inside of me and curling them to reach that spot. I gasped in pleasure as he started to work his fingers, leaving me writhing and squirming in the bed with pleasure. “K-Kirk…” I moaned out, softly and in ecstasy from just his fingers. He smirked, kissing my temple. “You’re so pretty…so beautiful, especially like this.” He said, pulling his fingers out and moving me onto my side, beginning to pull his boxers down.

I whined at the emptiness I felt, but he gently rubbed his tip through my folds, hitting my clit to which I let out a moan and jolted in pleasure. “You want my dick baby?” He asked, his voice low and lustful. I nodded quickly. “Please Kirk, please!” I begged out, and he slowly pushed himself in, throwing his head back and letting out a low moan in pleasure. I moaned, gripping onto the sheets as Kirk reached around to grab onto one of my breasts. He started at a gentle steady pace, our soft gasps and moans of pleasure filling the room. “You’re so pretty-ah…So perfect, you’re doing so good baby, taking it so good.” He groaned out, picking up his pace and hitting that one spot that made me melt. I just moaned in response, so focused on the pleasure I felt I couldn’t even get anything out but his name. “Kirk f-faster! Please!” I moaned, and he picked up the pace and reached over to gently rub my clit, sending me right over the edge and driving me crazy. I moaned loudly, gripping onto the sheets while Kirk lifted my leg up and hooked it around his arm. “K-Kirk! Fuck! Yes!” I moaned, tightening and clenching around him.

He continued his relentless pace, sucking and kissing on my neck, fondling with my breast, rubbing my clit, and groaning in pleasure. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight baby, so good, you’re gonna-fuck, you’re gonna drive me insane you know that? So fucking good…” He groaned into my neck, and he pounded that one spot continuously, tears welling up in my eyes from the pleasure. I started to get that feeling I knew all to well, and I grabbed onto the sheets and whimpered out a high pitched moan. “Kirk…o-oh my god! I-I’m so close Kirk please!” I moaned, and he smirked against my neck, pounding faster while his own thrusts got sloppy. “I know baby, cum on my dick, you d-deserve it, I got you.” He grunted out, pounding even faster. I squealed out, releasing all over his cock while my pussy pulsated and tightened around him.

Kirk groaned and squeezed my breast. “J-Just a few more seconds baby, you can take it come on..” The overstimulation was to much, and I was a moaning pleasure filled mess, so fucked out I couldn’t even form sentences anymore. Kirk then thrust few more sloppy times, groaning and gripping onto me as he filled me up with his cum, whispering out sweet little nothings as he did. “So…s-so good baby…so good, you’re so perfect…” He panted, pulling out and spreading my legs a bit to admire his seed dripping out of me.

We both laid there for a few seconds, catching our breath before Kirk turned me around, pulling him close to his chest. I immediately snuggled up, smiling and letting out a content satisfied sigh. He pulled the blanket up over us, kissing my forehead. “Thank you for finally coming to meet the band…” He mumbled tiredly, and I looked up to meet his tired eyes with my own. “I had fun, it was worth it.” I giggled, snuggling up to him again and closing my eyes. “I love you Kirk…” I mumbled, and he chuckled, closing his own eyes. “I love you too sweetheart…” And we both ended up falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

[sleepyangelkami]

FADE INTO YOU j.todd

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JASON TODD X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - slow dancing in the kitchen with domestic bf!jason

 ☆ WARNINGS - tooth rotting fluff, petnames, intended lower case, nothing I write is ever proofread 🩷

jason's days off were rare, but when they actually happened, they were the best. even hero's like him had to take a couple rest days. today was one of those days.

the living room was dull aside from the little lamp to your right, next to the couch you were laid across, head on your boyfriend's chest as he read the words scrawled across the page slowly. his voice was soothing, so much so that you actually found your eyes falling shut, head gone limp against him.

jason would swear on the bible that he was a grinch, that he hated christmas more than anything. but only you would know how big of a lie that was. frost covered the windows, completely blocking your outside view although the curtains did a good enough job anyway. your christmas tree was sat in the corner of your living room, tacky an decorated in different coloured baubles along with the tacky red and silver tinsel and the blue and gold lights that were never turned off.

it was nights like this, you snuggled up in your christmas pijama's, as he was, matching of course, with christmas decorations sprawled across the entire room that he realised just how much he loved it. though, he was sure that there was one thing he'd always hate about this time of year. the goddamn cold.

when he realised you had fallen asleep on him, he placed the book on the side table, standing up and drawing the reindeer blanket over your shoulders to keep you warm.

his feet moved towards the kitchen where there was little to no light. it was attached to the living room, so the only beacon of light was the tree and the lamp.

his eyes glanced towards the clock that wrote half seven. on his days off, you spent every minute together. today, you had both travelled up the country for a little christmas shopping before stopping home to see the christmas lights. you were going to go for dinner too but you both decided you were too cold and you wished to be home as soon as possible.

the fire lit, heating up the entire house. he realised how long it had been since you'd eaten. he himself wasn't too hungry but he knew how you'd be, sleepy or not.

when you did wake, it was to the smell of food and the sound of low music. the music had been on before you'd fallen asleep, low and muffled but even so, you could hear it. you found yourself smiling into the armchair of the couch, eyes strained on your boyfriend's back as he cooked whatever it was he was making.

he was in a red fluffy pijama bottoms with pictures of little christmas trees, presents and ginger bread cookies along with a plain black t-shirt. you wore the same bottoms only with a black crop top, clinging to your skin comfortably. when you first mentioned matching pijama's, he quite literally laughed in your face.

now look.

as good as the food smelled, you were really more bothered on who was standing in front of the frying pan.

jason had sensed you waking up minutes ago so the feeling of arms wrapping around his wide torso didn't frighten him. "hi, sleepy." he grinned, looking down at the food he was stirring.

"hi, jay." your head buried into his back. "what're you doing?" you mumbled sleepily.

"makin' you some dinner, baby." your stomach felt empty, hungry but you'd seemingly always forget around him. perhaps it was because he made you feel so... full. "wanna sit by the couch 'n watch a movie while i make it?"

despite the fact he couldn't see your face, you shook your head. "jus' wanna be with you." when you got sleepy like this, he was all you wanted. not food, not a movie, not even your family, you just wanted him, your jay.

he hummed with a smile as he turned around, grasping you in his arms. you let him move so that your head was in his chest, not his back. he allowed the food to cook. he held you like that, moving one hand to turn up the music slightly. it was a slow, pretty song that reminded you a lot of him. it was funny because it reminded him of you too, you were both just too shy to say it. "feelin' okay, princess?" you nodded your head dumbly. "day wore you out?" he could read you like a book. if that was true, you were his favourite storytale.

you hummed this time, allowing him to slightly sway your bodies to the song. he did it slowly, so slow it took you a second to register. "what are you doin'?" you mumbled, lips turning up at the corners.

"me?" he feigned shock. "I'm not doing anything, angel." though as he spoke, he led you away from the oven and stopped between it and the counter. you stood in the middle of the kitchen with him.

with one hand on your waist, he used his other to pick up one of your own, your left one to be exact. you'd danced with him many times at one of the wanye gala's. but this. this was different.

this time, the song was one of your own, one that made you smile and think of him, your jason. this time, there wasn't hundreds of eyes on you, whispers through the crowd about jason todd, bruce wayne's son and his 'date' were you his girlfriend? or just an escourt? how long had you known one another? who were you?

none of that mattered now.

you could breathe in and breathe out. all you could smell was jason's cologne and the cooking off in a distance. the sound of the music was relaxing, slow but your feet moved with jason's. this was slower than you'd ever danced with him before, including the slow dances at the gala.

with your head on his chest, eyes closed shut, you could hear the low humming of jason with the music. the small whisper of his voice as the words of the song began. it was quiet, but enough for you to hear.

as the music slowed to a stop, you moved away slightly, glancing up at the man you called your lover and loved him you did. he smiled down at you, his entire world.

his hand moved to cup your face, other one brushing his fingers against your own, dancing upon your skin as he kissed you slowly. in that moment, you felt your knee's actually go weak. you kissed back, of course, lips slowly moving against his own.

he pulled back, lips in a tight grin. "you up for some dinner?" he mumbled, quietly.

you nodded your head, completely overcome with him. "can we watch the muppets christmas carol while we have it?" you loved that movie, as did he.

he chuckled quietly, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. "of course, princess, go set up the tv." and that was exactly what you did.

main masterlist/jason's masterlist

[scaredpigeons]

“Let me look at you.”

kaveh x fem!reader

Nsfw 18+ MDNI. Smut. Pussy inspection, teasing, light oral (fem receiving) Kaveh��s a bit mean, but not really and we like it. Established relationship, childhood friends to lovers, yes you both live in Alhaitham’s house still cuz I’ll never separate my otp

———————

You hear the rattle of a doorknob, unable to open. 

Then a thud, as if something hit the door. 

“Darling?” Kaveh’s frustration leaked into his voice. “Are you in there? I forgot my keys again.” 

You smiled, and rose from the sofa to open the door. Your sweet Kaveh stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped and white knuckling his mechanical toolbox, looking at you miserably through his brows. 

“Welcome home,” you stepped aside, allowing him to trudge into the entrance. “ I would ask how your day was…” 

“You would not believe the day I’ve had. I don’t even want to repeat some of the atrocities I had to witness today, let alone the absolute crimes against art as a whole— and I had to just sit there and let him drone on and on!— AND regardless of my experience and clear expertise on the subject, this—this monster absolutely refused to budge on— seriously my love, who in their right mind requests five inch thick mullions on stunning lancet arched windows?! The man's wife wanted them to be Sumerian rose stained glass— which I already ordered the exact amount for, at double the usual rate so they could have it installed in time for their daughter's birthday— and suddenly the man wants mullions?!” 

Your romantic relationship with Kaveh might have been fresh, but being friends with him since childhood gave you plenty of experience with these kinds of moods. You knew this spiral would only ruin his evening, and if left to fester it would consume his entire month. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked timidly, not wanting to send him into another rant, but not wanting your silence to convince him you don’t care. 

Kaveh huffed, and turned towards you. “Unless you can tell this imbecile of a client that—“ He paused, actually looking at you for the first time since he walked into the house. 

Since moving in with him and Alhaitham, you’d certainly made yourself comfortable in the space. 

The house had little pieces of you scattered here and there; a lavender throw pillow on your favorite couch, new mugs in the cupboard, a framed photo of the three of you from your last trip to the desert—smiling and laughing in the sun while camped at an oasis, but nothing showed how comfortable you were there more than how you dressed around the house. 

When the two of you became adults, you rarely ever saw each other outside of the akadeymia and Lambads tavern, so respectable formal wear was what you wore often. When you started coming over and rekindling your bond with Kaveh, you wanted to impress him, to be attractive to him, so you always dressed your best, always done up. But now…

He gazed longingly at your thighs peeking out from beneath one of his oversized shirts, buttons only done up halfway so that the majority of your chest was visible, placed to just cover your nipples in case someone came home during the day. Your hair was pinned back away from your face using a multitude of his own hair pins, and your face glowed as if it was recently washed. 

You were the pinnacle of beauty to Kaveh. So comfortable in his life— like you were meant to be there all along. He sighed, releasing his tight grip on mehrak to let him hover in place just beside him. 

“Actually, yes.” He sighed again, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he gestured for you with his arms. “Come here, let me hold you for a moment.”

You smiled sweetly and curled up into his embrace, humming happily as he rested himself at the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply and groaning a little beneath his breath. 

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He said wistfully. 

You giggled, dropping your head to his shoulder to hide your intense blush. “Stop that! I’m supposed to be making you feel better, dummy.”

“Just having you here like this makes me feel a bit better, love.” He pulled back a bit. “Come now, let me look at you, there’s no need to hide.”

Despite your flustered state, you unwrapped yourself from him, cheeks warming even more at the way his eyes raked across your body.

“You like when I look at how beautiful you are, don't you?” He said, holding your hand in his with a gentle squeeze. Though his tone was still gentle, there was something burning beneath his gaze that had warmth pooling into the pit of your stomach. 

He grinned then, suddenly a bit mischievous in nature. “You know what would really help me de-stress, love?” 

If you hadn’t seen where this was headed before, you certainly knew now— though that didn’t make you any less flustered. Even after so many months, physical intimacy with Kaveh still worked you up just as badly as it had the first time. 

“I’ll do anything for you, Kaveh. You know that.” You murmured, cupping your own cheek in embarrassment.

You feel a light pressure around your limbs and waist, and suddenly you are hoisted into the air, hands together above your head and legs spread. 

“Wait—what?!” You tried to struggle, but the grip that he had mehrak put you in was unshakable. You’d seen Kaveh use this function with mehrak countless times; to swing his claymore, to move building materials, but never once had you seen it used on anyone else. “K-Kaveh! What are y-you doing?!”

His head appeared between your legs, though he was still standing, and you could see now why he had hoisted you so high into the air. 

“Just stay still for me, yeah? I want to look at you.” 

“B-but—“

You were silenced by his long, cool fingers pushing his shirt from where it covered you, and your legs spread even wider, exposing you in your entirety to him. He smiled as he hooked his fingers into your panties, sliding them down your thighs and onto the floor at his feet. 

You continued to squirm as your face bloomed with heat, trying to look away but entranced to watch him as he spread you apart, looking at your center with intense eyes. 

He wiggles your labia around a bit, spreading you open and watching as the strands of your slick glisten between them.

He’s torturing you. Eyes never leaving your cunt as he gently thumbs at your clit, watching it twitch and relishing the moans you can’t bite back. 

The teasing makes you ache, it makes pressure form behind your glossy eyes and deep inside you somewhere shameful. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing as he toys with you, poking and rubbing here and there as if to make sure his eyes don’t miss a single part of you. 

He sees you struggling, and a laugh emerges— light and airy from his chest. 

“Please… you’re teasing too much this time, Kaveh.” You manage to whimper. 

“Oh?” He says, eyes still unwavering from your leaking hole. “What is it you want, my love?” 

You keened, so frustrated with his not-enough-touches and the fact that he’s making you say it. You tried wiggling from the hold on you once more, but it only served to satisfy him more. 

“Please!” You begged. “Please make me cum!” Your blush burned. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him, to feel him. 

He hummed contently at your cries, finally looking up at you. His gaze burned with a lust so intense you don’t think you’ve seen it since the first time you ever shared your bodies with one another. It was an all consuming flame, and unlike the first time— this one didn’t startle you. 

Kavehs passion was one of his best qualities, and seeing it take on this form, this desire for you— to have you, to make you his— was something you came to crave. 

“Not yet.” He said. Tone leaning towards condescending. “I’m busy looking. You’ll let me keep looking, right?” 

His gaze trailed back down your body to your aching core, where he continued to run his fingers along your folds, eyes heavy with lust at the slick he touched there.

“After all,” he said. “You're so very pretty, and you know how stressed I get. And playing with this pretty pussy of my very own helps sooo much, you know that dont you?”

His words were dripping in sex—in demeaning condescension, and you were about to explode because of it. You squirmed and struggled more, moaning and crying out at the weight of his heavy gaze, and the lightness of his thumb across your clit. It throbbed, sending waves of need up your limbs and making your hips buck against his touch.

“I really enjoy playing with you like this,” He said darkly. Times like these were the only moments Kaveh ever spoke down to you. He was typically very doting, loving, and non confrontational when it came to your relationship. But when you hear his voice sink like this, hear him speak as if he owns you, it sends your brain into overdrive. 

Finally, finally he brings his tongue up your center, taking a nice firm lick from your clenching hole to your aching clit. He seems to add just the tiniest bit more pressure as his tongue rakes over your clit, and you squeal. 

A low, shuddering orgasm overtakes you, and you crumple into it, trying to milk it for all its worth. You’re shocked that he keeps his tongue gently moving over your clit when he realizes what’s happening though he never moves to make it more intense. He works you through it gently, drinking up your cries of pleasure. Your clit throbs dully with each wave of your orgasm, and right before it becomes something closer to painful, he stops. 

His large hands grip your thighs, and he watches as you continue to twitch with the aftershocks. He watches your orgasm subside, and laughs when you start to squirm needingly so soon after. 

“Awe, poor sweet thing. Not enough?” 

Your fucked out expression was nearly enough to break him. Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, your eyelids drooped and heavy from the aftermath, but still sparkling with lust from the need for more. 

Truly, Kaveh never felt more blessed than when in these moments with you, and he truly couldn’t even remember the specifics of what exactly had made him so unhappy in the first place. 

He was sure he’d remember eventually, and go back to having more work to do, but for now, he’d rather just enjoy the fire you’ve brought from within him. 

“Alright, alright.” He smiled. “I wasn’t done with you yet anyways.” 

[gyllenhaalstories]

SOMETHING TO RELY ON — DETECTIVE LOKI 🖤

summary: detective loki comes home after a long investigation, needing nothing more than something, or someone, to rely on.

warnings: i can’t write canon and accurate portrayals to save my life, mentions of loki’s work, fluff & comfort. 18+ NO MINORS. yes, even if this fic has no smut, i don’t want minors interacting with my content.

word count: 1700

gifs credits: @/magnusedom (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i have the selfish need to take care of this man and protect him from all the bad things in this world so this is exactly what i’m doing with this fic. no plot, only rambling. 🖤 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

“Oh, David.”

He grunted, rejecting what sounded like pity in your voice. It was a reflex, despite you telling him over and over again that you empathized with his hard work. He simply refused to let you feel bad for him.

And you refused for him to not let you do that. How could you not feel bad for your man? He looked dishevelled at best. His clothes were wrinkly, his coat was wet from the rain outside. His beard was unusually long. He smelled of cheap body soap, one labelled a manly tornado of masculine jungle and virile storm clouds.

David started to explain, calculating his words so that he would not speak in vain. He told you that he found a truck stop and used their showers before driving back home. His presence for the investigation was supposed to last a day or two, but he was required to stay on the field for about a week. Unlike his colleagues, he turned his back to the offer of a comfortable bed at the motel and a warm breakfast every morning. He stayed ready and awake for as long and as much as he could, in case of something happening.

You helped him out in silence as he spoke. How you had missed the sound of his voice without the bad network of the phone service struggling to pick up from the place he stayed for the past week. It could have been in the middle of the Bermuda triangle for all you knew, it cut you off too many times and prevented you from falling asleep to the gentle humming of David as he played in his mind songs that looped on the radio during patrol.

He let you remove his drenched coat. He watched you until you disappeared into the bathroom, he assumed you were hanging the coat in the shower where it could drip and dry without making a mess. He loved your attention to details, and how it mirrored his very own. He let you untie his boots so that he could step out of them. He let you do every small and big gestures to get him comfortable.

You offered him a fresh set of clothes, soft worn-out sweatpants and an old t-shirt that had been waiting for his arrival since the moment he walked out of the door. While he changed, you discarded of the dirty work clothes that he wore. You did not comment on how difficult it would be to wash away the dried stains of mud. He was probably kneeling outside in the rain, searching for a piece of information regarding the investigation. Day and night, you knew he devoted himself to his case.

“Love?” He called out for you. He blinked as he caught sight of you, being a busy bee from one room to the other around the house. You hands were full one second, empty the next one. Loki both loved and hated how this all came naturally to you. He loved the ways with which you both took care of each other. You handled the seemingly mindless tasks that weighted heavy on his shoulders while he provided you with a safe, strong presence and with arms to fall into when you needed. When he was actually there.

You finally reappeared in the living room. Your face lit up with a smile at the sight of him. He already looked better in the clean clothes. The shirt stretched over his broad chest, over his soft tummy. “Tell me the story of when you got this t-shirt.”

Loki grinned and looked down at the World’s best fisherman shirt. He explained how he picked it up from the lost and found box at the police station he worked prior to the current one. A cliché altercation between him and a box of donuts had led to him interrogate his first potential criminal with a prideful fisherman shirt. His retelling of the story always made the two of you smile.

It worked as a way to bring his feet down on the ground, to focus on what was important. As a bonus, it was simply entertaining to imagine Loki walking around with that shirt while trying to appear as almighty and professional. “Do you want something to eat?”

The corners of his lips curled into a smile and he followed you to the dimly lit kitchen. In a few swift movements, you had bread, peanut butter, jelly as well as a couple of utensils pulled out on the counter. The final touch was added by David’s arms wrapping around your waist from behind as you assembled his sandwich.

You spread the peanut butter all the way to the crust of the bread and on the other slice, you scooped strawberry jelly and made sure to get chunks of fruit too. Just how he liked it, just how you made it when you packed his lunch for mornings where he was too busy and tired to remember to take care of himself. You pressed the layers together gently and cut it in two triangles, handing him the bigger half.

He thanked you with a kiss on your cheek as he grabbed one of the triangles, taking a big bite out of it. He could easily guess you would have preferred to welcome him home with a big, warm meal. Although, in his mind at this very moment, he saw no difference between that sandwich and something that would have taken hours to make and double the amount of time to bake. And besides, he thought a lot about what he wanted to do during this break from the investigation. He needed to keep his mind and hands busy. This sounded like the right opportunity to invest crazy amounts of time into food you could cook together. Or you’d settle from ordering takeout from the Chinese food restaurant.

You cleaned up once you were both done eating, still with David holding you tight like a safety belt. “Want me to tell you about my day?” He hummed, agreeing. So you did just that, you shared the silly details with him as a way to make him feel included despite his long absence. Sometimes, you disliked sharing stories of your life with him. He was a creature of habit, it was hard to remind David that you were just telling about your encounter with a rude person at the grocery store and it was not an investigation. He would analyze your words, scrutinize your reactions, until you told him to relax.

He did not need such a reminder, at that very moment. Loki leaned his head on your shoulder, not minding how contorted his spine was to maintain him in that position. His eyelids were getting heavy, and so was he. He was half listening and half falling asleep on you.

For every night of the past week, you would have traded anything just to be crushed by his sleeping body and keep him safe and warm. However, you imagined it would be in bed and not laying flat in the middle of the kitchen if you even found the space for that anyway. “Come on, big boy. It’s time for your nap.” You turned gently in Loki’s arms, causing him to gain just enough consciousness to grunt in dissatisfaction. You draped his left arm over your shoulders and held him tightly as you both limped your way to the living room.

Any further, and David would have fallen down on the floor. You helped him to the couch so he could lay down. He shook his head slowly when you presented him with one of the throw pillows. He opened his eyes just long enough to lock his gaze with yours and he grinned when you understood his silent request. He sat up, struggling to stay still, until you joined him on the couch.

You stretched your legs up on the coffee table and you let Loki slowly rest his head on your lap. The sigh he let out made your heart clench inside your chest. He was killing himself trying to save people from dying. All you could do was stand by his side and help keep his head above water for as long as he would let you.

Loki saw it differently. He saw all of the love-filled gestures as a sacrifice as big as his. He appreciated each and every single one of them, and tonight was just the same. He appreciated how you peeled away the layers of stress, of turmoil and of fear. You did that by helping him with his clothes and also by keeping safe physically and at peace mentally.

“It’s okay, now.” You whispered as you placed your right hand on his stubbly cheek, your left one played with his hair. You were soothing both of your souls while trying to make up for all the time he spent away.

You repeated that it was okay over and over again until he, too, said the words to himself. He was okay. For now. And, for now, it was all that mattered. There would never be enough words and actions that could show you how thankful he was to have someone to rely on.

“You’re home.” You smiled down at him and watched him closely as he relaxed under your touch. You stroked your thumb over his lips, tickling his sensitive and chapped skin until his mouth parted open and his breathing slowed down.

He was seconds away from drifting into sleep. His eyelids were heavy. On your thigh, his head was heavy too with all its of horrors and sorrow. His voice sounded gentle and calm. “My love.”

A single tear fell from your cheek and down on the hand that was caressing his. Hearing the words in person rather than on the phone healed the pain that Loki’s absence had put you through once more. You leaned your head back to rest it on the couch and you closed your eyes too. Though it came with all sorts of tribulations, you were just as thankful as him to have someone to rely on.

[houseofperfecttaste]

Best Friends Do It Best

You had all the boys on the island head over heels for you, you were the definition of beautiful, and any guy would be lucky to have a chance with you. Every time a guy tried to get close to you Rafe would scare him off his reason being they weren't good for you but in reality, he wanted to have you before letting other guys get their way with you. You never seemed to mind it you kinda enjoyed Rafe keeping all the guys away from you, it was entertaining to you.

"Hey, Cameron." You walked into his kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts and Nike shorts and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Little early for the party. Aren't we Y/L/N?" He smirked putting his phone down and giving you his attention as you placed your bag under your feet.

"Thought you would want some help setting up for the biggest party of the year."

"Still got a few more hours." He said looking at his watch.

"Maybe I got bored and wanted to visit my best friend." You shrugged opening the fridge and taking some grapes. "You're welcome here anytime." You guys watched some Netflix while waiting for the perfect time to set up his eyes taking in your appearance the whole time. You looked so hot in everything you wore but you wearing one of his shirts made inappropriate images of you pop into his head. Once it was time you set up some balloons and organized the alcoholic drinks in the kitchen and set up the pong table, hung lights outside as Rafe did everything else. "This is going to be the best party of the year." You looked the house over and it looked fabulous.

"Thanks to you." Rafe walked up beside you resting his arm on your shoulder since you were shorter than him. "All right I'm going to change into my other clothes." You grabbed your bag heading into the bathroom putting on your jeans and a black top. You touched up your makeup and fixed your hair before heading out. You hid your backpack in his room to make sure no one stole it before going back downstairs where people were already starting to show up.

You made yourself a drink and before you knew it the house was packed and you had a group of teenagers around you watching as you flipped bottles showing off your bartender skills. You poured five drinks handing them out to people. You smiled as everyone clapped and you cleaned up the mess you made as a boy approached you. "Where did a beautiful girl like you learn how to do that?" He asked fixing his hat. "I work as a bartender." You shrugged and he took a step closer to you as you looked him up and down.

You two got to talking and you were sat up on the counter as he was between your legs watching your lips as you talked. Your eyes went down to his lips as well and in the middle of your story you started to trail off and you grabbed his neck pulling him into a kiss. He placed his hands on your thighs squeezing them and shoving his tongue inside your mouth. "I'm gonna go grab my things then do you want to get out of here?" "Fuck yes." He breathed out smiling and placing his hands on your hips as you jumped off the counter. He leaned against the counter smiling as he watched you walk away.

Rafe was watching the whole interaction his possessive side creeping it’s way out and when he saw you two making out he wanted to kill the guy. He wouldn’t let this random guy have you before he did and he would make sure of it. The audacity the guy had to be making out with you in his own house. Rafe watched as you walked away and he walked up to the guy his tongue grazing his teeth. "Who the hell are you?" The guy asked not knowing Rafe was the hell guy who was throwing the party.

"Stay the fuck away from her." Rafe grabbed the guy's collar pushing him against the wall. "I'm actually gonna go fuck her." He smirked but it just sent Rafe off more. Rafe sent a punch to the guy's face dragging him outside and throwing him onto the lawn. "Get the fuck away from here." Rafe snarled closing the slider door and looking for you in the crowd finding you looking for the guy you were previously making out with. "Wanna take a shot with me?" Rafe distracted you and you shook your head your eyes still scanning the room for the mystery boy.

"Thanks but I'm looking for someone." You smiled sweetly about to walk away from him. "If it's the guy you kissed earlier, I saw him leave a few minutes ago." "What'd you do Rafe?" You crossed your arms raising an eyebrow knowing the guy didn't just leave. "What? Why do you think I did something?" "Because you always do something, Rafe." You sighed rolling your eyes and he chuckled and you grabbed his arm leading him up to his room closing the door.

"You need to stop scaring boys off Rafe! It was entertaining at first but now it's frustrating, I need to get laid." Rafe's eyes went dark and he stepped towards you making your heart race. "I can always help with that." He smirked placing a hand on your waist and pulling you against his body making you gasp. "Are you being serious?" You raised an eyebrow at him hoping he would say yes, you've always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by him. Wanted to know if what all the girls say about him are true.

"Dead." You smirked up at him pulling him down into a kiss and he smiled against your lips his other arm making its way to your waist. He backed you up until you fell onto his bed and he climbed on top of you kissing you more before going down your jaw and neck. "Gonna make sure no other cock can compare." He pulled your top off leaving you in your black lace bra. He leaned down sucking on your cleavage leaving hickeys there as well. "Take your shirt off." You whined knowing there was a body like a greek god hiding under his shirt.

He pulled away yanking his shirt off making you involuntarily moan at the sight. Rafe's pants tightened when he realized how attracted you were to his body, it made him want to worship yours. He thought you had the sexiest most perfect body and you were gorgeous. "Are you just going to look at me or touch me?" You challenged running your hands down his abs and v-line. He let out a low chuckle before grabbing your chin in his rough hand. "I'm going to fucking ruin you." He sent a sweet smile your way unhooking your bra his eyes glued to your tits.

He snapped out of the haze before pushing you onto your back and sliding your jeans and panties down your legs. He held your legs open looking at your glistening cunt his cock hardening at the sight of you clenching around nothing waiting for his touch. He laid down on his stomach flicking his tongue over your clit occasionally sucking on it slipping two fingers into your hole and curling them. "Rafe," You gasped tugging on his hair earning a moan from him which made you even more turned on.

He kissed your thighs up to your stomach landing on your tits and sucking on the hard buds. Your moans and whimpers were music to his ears making his fingers work in and out of you faster. "You gonna cum baby?" He could tell by the way you were clenching around his fingers and your stuttering moans that you were close. "Y-Yes!" You screamed soon humming around his fingers coating them in white. You grabbed his wrist bringing his fingers to your mouth and sucking your cum off of them while he kept an intense stare on you.

You reached forward unbuckling his belt sliding his pants down his legs moving to kneel down in front of him on the bed letting him rest against the headboard. "Your cock is so huge daddy." You moaned biting your lip and kissing the shaft of his cock licking up it before taking his cock in your mouth trying to fit him whole. You gagged on his cock but it was worth it being able to take him whole knowing you were satisfying him. Rafe wanted to test the waters so he thrusted his hips up his cock going deeper down your throat making you moan and gag letting Rafe know you liked it.

He tangled his hands in your hair face fucking you moans leaving his beautiful lips as he made you gag around his cock. You pulled away for a breath stroking his cock saliva coating your lips making them glossy and a strand connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. "I-I'm gonna fucking cum." He grunted as your grip on his cock became tighter and you sucked on his tip before licking the vein on his cock making him shudder. You sucked him off and stroked him at the same time his cock jumping and squirting white into your mouth. You sucked him dry and licked him clean wiping the corners of your mouth with a seductive smile on your lips.

"You're so fucking hot. Get on your fucking back." You obliged laying down on the bed as he hovered over you leaning down to capture you in a hot kiss. He aligned himself with your entrance pushing himself into you hooking your leg around his waist bottoming himself out and throwing his head back at the feeling of your velvety walls. You felt like you were being split in two his cock was the biggest you've ever taken and will ever take. "Fuck Rafe you're so big." His tip hit your g spot each time and his head was in the crook of your neck kissing your shoulder.

"Such a tight little cunt." He groaned as you lifted your legs higher wrapping them around his back pulling him closer to you and arching your back into him letting him hit a new angle. "S-so g-good daddy." Your voice was pathetic he made you feel a way you've never experienced he knew how to angle himself to get all the right spots. "Tell me when you're cumming you little slut." He lifted your right leg over his left shoulder having you on your side at an angle hitting a new spot that made you forget all English words. The only word you knew was his name which you were moaning over and over again.

"This the spot?" He teased knowing you couldn't speak and you lazily nodded your head your eyes barely staying open. "I expect an answer when I ask you a question." He sent a smack to your cheek making you whimper and your pussy wetter. "Fuck yes, Rafe!" You screamed his cock ramming into you harder. "I'm cumming." His hand wrapped around your throat applying pressure admiring you as he watched you fall apart on his cock. He looked down to where his cock was sliding into your warm cunt to see your cum covering his cock awakening something inside of him.

He somehow fucked you harder and faster making you scream out and try to move away from his cock the pleasure being too much as he started playing with your nipples. He lifted both legs onto his shoulders grabbing your thighs and watching himself slide in and out of you. You scratched at his back leaving marks and scratching him hard enough to draw blood making him hiss. Pleasurable tears fell from your eyes. "So beautiful baby." He smiled down at you pulling out and flipping you onto your stomach grabbing your ass and slapping it.

"R-Rafe-" He grabbed your hair pulling you up to his chest his mouth next to your ear.

"What whore? Too much for your pretty little pussy?" He teased reaching down to the front of your body and rubbing your clit his other arm holding you against his body. You nodded letting your head fall back onto his shoulder staring up at his sculpted face. "You're so hot Rafe fuck." Your voice was high-pitched and squeaky as your body trembled and he quickly withdrew his hand. "You're one to talk. You have every boy wanting to be in my position." He pushed you down onto the bed pulling your ass into an arch. "But I'm the only one that gets to have you like this." His voice was possessive he knew he couldn't share you after this, he didn't care what you said you were his now. He would kill anyone who touched you.

"Only you Rafe. Give me your cock." You begged and he slammed into you his hand pushing your face into his mattress fucking you into his bed at a harsh pace. "Gonna use this pussy to make me cum." He gripped your hips his cock sliding out until it was his tip just to slam back in making your body jolt forward with each thrust. "Yeah, baby use me to make you cum. Use me like your little slut." Your dirty words made him groan and dip his head down to the curve of your back kissing it. "Gonna paint your walls white." He grazed his teeth down your back his arms wrapped around you holding you close as he fucked into you.

His hips started to stutter signaling he was close and you threw your ass against him a surprised moan leaving his lips. He grabbed your shoulder as he gave you his final thrust his body pressed against yours. His breathing was heavy his chin resting on your shoulder as he ran his hands over your stomach.

"You definitely ruined me." You giggled reaching behind you to run your hand through his hair your body fucked out.

[saradreaming]

A couple of years ago I was pushing my boundaries. I would sneak out and go for drives late at night. And I would dress fully. Dress, lingerie, heels, makeup, wig and breast forms. Sometimes I would get a hotel or just drive around and go for walks in parks. When at the hotel I would dress up and go outside for a cigarette. One night I found out about a porn shop an hour from my house that sold lingerie. I decided to go check it out. I put on my lingerie under my regular clothes. I wore a bustier, panties and stockings. I brought my dress, heels, wig, makeup and breast forms in a bag. Planned to change after the shop. I went into the shop and started checking it out. I ended up buying a corset, panties and a plug. Paid for my purchase and went out to my car. Before I did I noticed they had a dressing room there. When I got out to my car I realized how cold it was and how hard it would be to change. I also really wanted to try on the corset. I thought about it for a minute and said F it. I grabbed my dress, breast forms heels and new corset. Walked back into the shop and asked if I could use the dressing room. The clerk looked at me funny and grabbed the key and let me in. I stripped off my man clothes and put on the new corset. Attaching the garters to the stockings I was already wearing. I put my breast forms in place and then put on my dress. I grabbed my pants and was about to put them on and again. I started to think about walking out in my dress. I really didn't want to put my regular clothes back on. Just to take them off in a few minutes. I then said "F" it. I put my jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers back in my bag. Pulled out my heels and put them on. Then put my coat back on but left it open. And walked out completely dressed from the dressing room. The clerk looked up at me and his mouth hit the floor. I gave him a girly wave and walked out. He just stared at me the whole way. I got back in my car and felt so strange. I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed for what I just did. I was actually proud of myself and surprised I did it. I was dressed similar to the girl in this caption.

[milkybonya]

need to talk ☆ juyeon

! : very suggestive,,,, i.e. making out,,, heh, idk word count but its v long definitely +1k

#: roommate!au, gn reader, ft. bestie Haknyeon, dance major!Juyeon

[💌: this was in my drafts for a while and then i got the sudden urge to finish it,, heh,, also i started the taxi driver drama with my friends just to see hyunwook oops]

"you don't have secret little makeout sessions with roommates you hate, y/n," Haknyeon tells you as he munches on your study snacks.

"and that's the problem. what the hell are we, then?" you ask your friend, who keeps stealing your food.

you and Juyeon moved into the same student house as freshman. he was quiet but polite, saying a quick 'hello' each time he'd see you in the kitchen or on his way in/out of the house. you were the same, too flooded with deadlines and the high school to university adjustment to be able to get past small talk.

also, Juyeon was just intimidating. despite always smiling at you so warmly, his attractive features and toned muscles that you sometimes spied on when he wore t-shirts were too... perfect. he was like a movie star and you didn't dare to get close to him...

until one fateful day.

you had an online exam to take, and the professor required students to take it either somewhere on campus (a designated exam room) or in a closed-off bedroom so you could show, with your webcam, that you were alone and had no way to cheat. you had rushed home after class because you wanted to take the exam in your room so you could secretly cheat, but realized you had accidentally handed your room keys instead of your house keys to your best friend just earlier.

"hey Hak, take these house keys and pick up a houseplant i bought from the student centre later and drop it off at mine? please? i won't be home at the time they told me to pick it up," you explained, pouting.

Hak had taken the keys with a sigh, immediately agreeing.

you wished he'd argued with you so you wouldn't be stuck out of your own bedroom right now.

"hey, everything okay?" Juyeon asked as he joined you in the kitchen. he poured himself a glass of water.

watching him attractively gulp it down, you had a thought.

"could i borrow your room for something?" you asked, checking the time above the stove.

10 minutes until the exam.

you quickly explained to Juyeon that you were locked out of your room, and without a moment of hesitation, he tidied up his room for you and took out his own laptop so he could study in the kitchen while you used his room. thanks to that, you were able to start and finish your exam on time.

once you were done and closed your laptop in relief, you were finally able to feel all the emotions your stress had suppressed. shock and gratefulness for Juyeon's sudden agreement to your request were just two, but as you looked around his room, you were filled with curiosity. who was this roommate of yours who had so many dancing awards? there was even a guitar, and you wondered if it was just for show or if he actually played it.

beside it, there was a notebook open to a random page. you didn't look on purpose, of course, but it just happened to be in your line of vision as you packed up your things.

11:04am - saw them grabbing something from the fridge.

5:26pm - they came home as i was leaving to go on a walk. they told me it was cold and to take a jacket with me.

3:53am - i think they're struggling to sleep. i can hear them watching a show. i hope they're okay.

the more you read, the more you realized all these entries were about you. why was he writing down all the times he saw you?

knock. knock. knock.

"is everything okay? are you done the exam?" Juyeon whispered outside the door, in case you might still be writing.

you scrambled to get away from the notebook as you pushed open his bedroom door, also pushing Juyeon in the process.

"my bad! i didn't know you were behind the door," you apologized.

Juyeon waved away your worries and asked how the exam went.

"good, good! maybe your room just has good luck."

Juyeon shook his head and said, "if it did, i wouldn't be failing two of my classes."

"what classes? you're failing?" you asked in shock.

"yeah.. they're some annoying electives," he said with a sigh.

"maybe we could study for them together?" you suggested after a brief silence.

"are you taking those classes, too?"

"no, but we can still study together! do you have time later today?"

"yeah, where should we study?"

"let's stay here. it's freezing out today!" you said, already shivering at the thought of having to step outside again.

Juyeon laughed and nodded in agreement. his smile was gorgeous, almost blinding.

"oh! someone named.. Hak? dropped off a plant before you got here. he told me to give it to you," Juyeon explained before handing you the plant.

"oh, great! thank you so much."

you held the plant in your hands, turning it and admiring it.

"is Hak a friend of yours, or?" Juyeon asked, cautiously.

"a friend. a really annoying one who actually did me a favour for once by bringing this plant," you told the tall boy with a grin.

Juyeon nodded and let you take the plant to your room.

-

after spending the next few hours wondering what the hell that notebook in Juyeon's room had been about, your thoughts were interrupted by hin knocking at your door.

"are you ready to study together now?" he asked.

you opened the door and told him that the kitchen bar table is the best place to study.

"easy access to study snacks and not so easy access to the tv... minimal distractions!" you cheered.

you didn't catch the way he chuckled at you and whispered that you were quite the distraction.

nonetheless, the two of you set down your things and got cracking. every so often, you would ask each other a question, even though you were studying completely different things. it was still helpful to think things through with someone else!

after just over two hours, though, the two of you were getting tired and hungry. Juyeon stretched beside you, lazy running his fingers through his dark hair.

"how does pizza sound?" he asked, already pulling out his phone.

"scrumptious!" you said, making him laugh.

as you waited for the pizza, you realized it actually didn't take much to make Juyeon laugh like that. he was constantly flashing you his teeth each time you said something, and you didn't know if you were a comedian or if he was just being nice.

"you're so funny, y/n," he said at one point, grasping onto the back of your chair for support as he laughed. you could feel his slender fingers against your back.

you cocked your head to one side. "am i?" you asked.

he nodded.

ding dong.

"pizza!" you cheered, running to the door.

Juyeon followed behind you and watched as you paid the pizza delivery person with the cash that you and Juyeon had put together.

you struggled to sort out the change while holding the pizza box, so Juyeon came forward to take the box from you, pressing his chest against your back during the process.

your breath hitched in your throat.

was he being really touchy or were you just sensitive?

the two of you opted to eat on the couch, turning on something random as you munched away. Juyeon brought over some alcohol and you also had your beverage of choice, and soon the two of you were talking about some intimate topics.

"i saw a guitar and dancing awards in your room... assuming from your elective, you must be some kind of arts major?" you asked.

Juyeon nodded. "dance is my major, i minor in guitar. music.. performing.. i love it a lot."

"you're so cool for that," you said, chewing on your pizza.

"i think you're cool," Juyeon replied.

when you looked at him, he was looking straight at you, a sincere smile on his lips. you were taken aback. then, you were reminded of the notebook in his room. you wanted to ask, but that would mean he'd know you were snooping around his room.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked.

the way he was sat on the couch in that white t-shirt, clinging onto his skin for dear life, showed all the curves and shadows of his muscles. you gulped unconsciously.

"um... just... things," you said.

"do you like plants, by the way?" he asked.

you appreciated the way he noticed you were uncomfortable with his question, so he changed the topic.

"i do! i have a whole collection in my room, wanna see?" you asked.

"definitely! wait let's clean up first, though. if Eric comes home to this mess, he'll kill us."

you laughed at how true Juyeon's comment was, and rushed to tidy things up. the way Juyeon neatly put the leftover pizza into reusabel containers for you both, labelled them with your names, and put them in the fridge was adorable. it made your heart swell.

"okay, now let's see those plants of yours," Juyeon said.

you felt a bit shy showing him your room, so you carefully watched his reaction as he looked around. he was smiling and scanning the place, as if trying to memorize it.

when you pointed to the plants by your window, he immediately broke into another one of his pretty grins.

"the pots have faces on them!" he noticed.

"of course they do! and they have names," you said, sharing the names of your plants with Juyeon. you had painted faces on them to give them character.

"oh my gosh, do you have a diary for your plants?" you heard him say, picking up the mini notebook where you document how your plants are doing.

"wha--no! give it back!" you whined, reaching for it.

of course, the boy was too tall. he watched in anusement as you struggled to reach for his hands. he had been so sweet and considerate before, why was he suddenly teasing you?!

then, you got an idea. you climbed onto your bed and reached for your notebook from there... but his grip on it was so strong that you ended up pulling the notebook and him towards you. and that's how you ended up with Juyeon on top of you, on your bed.

you expected him to roll off immediately, face red and scratching the back of his neck while apologizing. but he stayed there. he stayed, hands on either side of you, chest almost touching yours and faces just inches apart. your hearts raced. he scanned your face. his eyes went to your lips, then back up. lips, then back up.

he cleared his throat. "can i kiss you?"

your eyes widened. why did he want to kiss you? and why did you say yes? but you did.. and suddenly you felt a glimpse of heaven. his lips were warm, soft, and tasted not even like pizza but like strawberries... it was the gloss on his lips. he was wearing strawberry gloss!

now you weren't a pro kisser or anything but somehow.. his movements matched yours so well. and you felt so many butterflies that you were glad you were laying down, or else you would've fallen over.

once he pulled away, you watched his eyelids flutter open.

"w-was that okay?" he asked.

"yeah," you said while nodding.

"did i make you uncomfortable?" he asked. why was he being the sweetest damn man--

"not really," you replied. he nodded, sitting up and also helping you up.

now his face was red and he was scratching the back of his neck. "i'm sorry i took your plant journal. i just thought it was really cute."

"it's okay... um, i have an important call to make," you lied. "would you mind giving me some space?"

"sure!" Juyeon agreed. "don't forget about your pizza in the fridge."

he gently closed the door behind him and you fell back onto your bed, knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep that night. that kiss would be on replay in your brain.

-

after that night, you weren't purposely avoiding Juyeon. you just... felt shy and flustered whenever you saw him. he'd try to talk to you and you'd run away.

then, he managed to trap you.

"y/n, we need to talk," he said, placing both around around you on the fridge doors just as you were about to open them.

you turned, being met with his chest. you looked up to find an intense look on his face.

"okay.. let's talk," you said.

"are you avoiding me?" he asked.

"no."

he squinted his eyes.

"maybe... it's not on purpose, i swear! it just happened automatically!"

he sighed. "gosh, are you scared of me? did i.. traumatize you? y/n, i'm so sorry, even though i asked for your permission that wasn't right. i just--"

oh my god. why were you kissing him again? you didn't know. somehow at some point you just.. grabbed his cheeks and leaned in. and he was kissing back. and oh my god there were those butterflies again. your knees starting feeling weak, so Juyeon had to wrap an arm around your waist.

when you pulled away, you immediately started apologizing, but Juyeon silenced you with another kiss. he eyes on you made you melt... and you ran away. again.

and the next day, that's how you ended up meeting with Haknyeon at a café to tell him that Juyeon, a roommate you hate, has been kissing you. having makeout sessions with you. why did you lie and say you hated Juyeon? maybe it was to cover up the fact that you were very much starting to like him. you were a little ashamed because all it took was a few kisses and one study session.

"this is either an enemies to lovers or friends with benefits. but you're not friends?" Haknyeon said, sipping his drink.

"okay.. actually i don't hate him. maybe i'm starting to like him," you finally confessed.

"oh my god, okay. so now we just need to figure out if he likes you too, or if this is just some... friends with benefits? thing," he said.

you also told Haknyeon about Juyeon's notebook, and he said that you should definitely find a way to ask about it.

"go into his room for something and then grab the notebook out of curiosity or something. see what happens!"

so now, you had a plan. no more running away.

-

when you got back home, Juyeon was in his room. his door was slightly opened and you could see his back as he sat at his desk. you sucked in a deep breath through your teeth and slowly made your way towards him, trying to think of what to say.

"Juyeon, can i come in?" you asked at the door.

you couldn't see the way his face immediately lit up as he heard your voice. he turned to you with a more serious look, gesturing for you to come in.

"what's up?" he asked.

you sat on his bed and saw the notebook at the end of his bed, sitting on a dresser. almost naturally, you reached it for, Juyeon's hand quickly meeting yours to stop you. he took the notebook for himself, clutching onto it tightly.

"i asked what's up, y/n."

"oh, um.. honestly, nothing. i just.. wanted to come in."

Juyeon's expression softened. he turned the notebook in his large hands.

"well... you're here."

"what's that, though?" you asked, pointing to the notebook.

"this?" he asked in return, holding it up.

"it's... inspiration for songs for one of my electives."

was he keeping tabs on you in there to write songs about you?

"can i see?" you asked.

Juyeon shook his head, his hair wooshing around.

you pouted and Juyeon sighed.

"you'll.. think it's weird because... it's filled with things about you," he confessed.

"huh?" you were taken aback by his honesty. and even more taken aback when he handed you the notebook.

his face was dusted red and he looked shy as he motioned for you to look through it.

"okay, y/n. i'll just be honest, because it wasn't right of me to.. come onto you without making my feelings clear. i may have had a slight crush on you for a while, now. and these feelings kept developing and after studying with you i realized i really like you. it's all moving so fast, i know, but.. that's how i feel. i wanted to write a song for you and use that to confess but.. i guess that'll have to wait," he explained with a smile.

what followed was silence, and you decided to break it by being just as honest as Juyeon, since he deserved it.

"Juyeon.. i think.. no, i'm pretty sure i'm starting to like you, too. and i'm sorry for being so bad at acknowledging these feelings, too."

Juyeon smiled down into his lap, glad that you weren't weirded out by the boy or anything. he carefully reached of for one of your hands. "can i take you out on a proper date sometime, then?"

you nodded. "let's call it a study date but do everything except for study!"

Juyeon laughed and you fluttered. yep, you were definitely falling for your roommate.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

salad ur so awesome can i pls request a little!chase fic with cg!wilson and cg!house? thank u 🙏 appreciate u

I had a lot of fun with this one! Sorry it took so long haha, I have like 8 fic requests pending 0-0

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Summery: Chase is having a regressed sleepover at House and Wilson's apartment! There's just one problem, he's having a hard time regressing at all.

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After graduating high school, Chase had expected his sleepover days to be over. But now there he stood, outside of his boss’s apartment of all places with a duffle bag of colourful pyjamas, a variety of clothes, his favourite blanket, and his stuffed puppy, Bosco; afraid to knock in case this had really been an elaborate joke at his expense all along.

The offer felt more out of the blue than it probably was. House and Wilson had looked after him multiple times while he was regressed, both at their apartment and, rather embarrassingly, at work, but this felt different. More intrusive, like he was forcing them to take care of him even though it was Wilson who invited him in the first place. The plan was pretty straightforward; Chase would regress and spend the night at their place, doing child things like watching movies and playing with toys and having pancakes for breakfast or something while House and Wilson watched him, and then he’d go home the next day when he was big. If he even stayed regressed that long.

But of course, to do all that he actually had to buck up and knock. He took a deep breath and politely tapped on the door. No one answered at first, and for a second he was worried that he’d misheard the time they’d told him somehow and they were out, but after a few seconds there were footsteps on the other side and the door opened.

“Chase! Right on time, come on in.” Wilson greeted, motioning for him to enter. “You can put your jacket on the hook there.” He did, then toed off his shoes and tucked them neatly by the rack.

“Oh come on, where’s your cute little kangaroo shirt?” House called from the couch.

He glanced down at his plain white T-shirt. He’d considered wearing his little clothes before he left, but decided not to because what if they thought that was weird? He didn’t want to rush it, but maybe that was the wrong choice? “Um… It’s in my bag, I just thought I’d wear my normal stuff for now.”

“Did you not want to get started right away?” Wilson asked, “That’s okay, we can—“

“No, no, it’s fine!” He assured quickly, “I-I just meant for the drive here, I can change if you want.”

They both gave him a considering look that made his cheeks burn. God, could this be more awkward? Wilson nodded. “Yeah, go ahead. You remember where the—?”

“Down the hall, first door. I’ll be right back.” He said quickly, and made his escape to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and let out a breath. Just relax, mate! They invited you here, it’s fine. It’ll be fine. He changed into the kangaroo shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, and stared at himself in the mirror. House had gifted him the shirt awhile ago; it was white with a red collar and sleeves, and had a big picture of a boxing cartoon kangaroo on the front. Apparently he had ordered it off some website, and it showed; it was hideous, but somehow it was still the shirt he wore most often when he was small. But he wasn’t small yet, and he felt a bit silly standing there.

He crammed his old clothes back into the bag and left the bathroom, only to be met with the dramatic cooing of House.

“Aww, there he is! Don’t you just wanna pinch his cheeks, Wilson?”

Chase rolled his eyes, but smirked. “Where should I put my bag?”

Wilson motioned vaguely at the floor. “Anywhere is fine. We’ll get out the pull-out couch when it’s time for bed tonight.”

“Sure.” He dropped his bag out of the way next to the couch, and then… stood there. Now what? “So…” He started, “How’s this gonna work?”

“We’ve got the box of toys out if you want, we can put on a movie, anything you need to help you regress, and then we’ll look after you from there. We were thinking of ordering a pizza for dinner. Is that okay?” Wilson pointed out the “little box” in the corner, filled with an ever-growing supply of toys, stuffies, books, and art supplies.

“Yeah, that sounds great, um…” There was still one worry that had been nagging at him ever since he’d gotten the invitation. “What if I… can’t regress?”

There was always a chance that even with all of the toys and coddling words in the world, he just wouldn’t be able to be little or stay little. It was a fickle thing. If his regression was triggered then he could never seem to pull himself out it, but when it was his choice he usually couldn’t manage to stay small for more than a few hours without help. And if he couldn’t regress, then what was the point of being there in the first place?

Wilson considered it. “Well, if it comes down to that then you can still stay over if you want. We can just put on the game and have a drink. Whatever happens is okay either way.”

“No, we were going to exile you from the apartment if your brain didn’t decide to play ball,” House snarked. “Wilson’s right, Robbie. Now you can stop standing there like we’re going to jump you and go play. I promise, I won’t bite.”

Robbie. The nervousness soothed a bit, enough for him to walk over to the bin and start sifting through it for something to do. He landed on a farm animal colouring book and a ziplock bag of markers, something easy. A few of the pages had already been filled in, some by him, one by Foreman and a couple by Cameron, each with a distinct “style”. He chuckled to himself. Even Foreman’s colouring pages were stuffy and professional. He flipped to a blank page of a field of cows and started to colour.

He worked at the page for awhile, hoping that eventually the fuzzy feeling would creep in and the his colouring would start drifting outside the lines, but after nearly thirty minutes of colouring, he still wasn’t getting anywhere. Thankfully, House and Wilson didn’t seem fussed either way about what he was doing; Wilson was milling around in the kitchen and House was distracted by his Gameboy, but the silent expectation that he was supposed to be small right now hovered uncomfortably over his head.

He sat up and tossed down the marker he was holding. This should be easier.

House glanced up at him. “Age check?”

“Still twenty-eight.” He grumbled. “This isn’t working.”

“Would it help if I… played with you? Wilson tells me I do a great stuffed-bear voice.”

He still wasn’t used to House trying to be genuinely helpful. “Um… No, I don’t think I could do it, it’s too weird unless I’m small, y’know? But uh, thanks.” Though, the idea of House doing a squeaky pretend-voice was funny to think about. Maybe he’d get to see it later.

House shrugged. “Well, I tried. Wilson!” He called, and Wilson appeared from the kitchen, drying his hands with a towel.

“Having trouble regressing?” He asked, “I’ve been listening.”

Chase rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah I dunno, it’s hard to just do it on command. I’m barely even fuzzy.”

“Would you like me to help you?”

“I guess so. I haven’t got any ideas, help away.” He wasn’t exactly sure what Wilson could do that a box of everything I kid could want couldn’t, but anything was worth a try.

Wilson smiled. “And how do we ask?” He prompted gently, and instantly Chase’s face burned. Right to it then.

“Can you help, please?” The smallest hint of fuzz prodded at the edges of his brain.

“Of course. Come on,” He motioned for him to come to the kitchen and after a nod from House, he got up and followed. Wilson bent down to one of the cabinets and began pushing around a bunch of coil-bound books and loose papers. Eventually he found what he was looking for and held up a battered piece of paper victoriously.

“I was thinking we could bake some cookies for after dinner tonight. Do you want to help?”

“Sure. What kind are they?” He asked, rocking onto his toes to get a better look at the recipe.

“Chocolate chip. It’s my grandmother’s recipe, House and I have them all the time.” Wilson put the recipe on the counter and pointed to each ingredient, reading them out. “Could you get me the flour, the sugar, and the baking soda for me? They’re in that cupboard over there, and I’ll get the rest.”

“Yep.” He went on his mission for dry ingredients, scouring the disorganized pantry.

“Remember to use both hands on the flour and sugar, buddy. They’re heavy!” Wilson reminded, and the fuzziness flared again. He knew that.

“Mhm.”

Once they had gathered all of the ingredients, he stood patiently for his next task as Wilson pulled out bowls and measuring tools. House shuffled in and sat down at the dining table.

“Are you gonna help, House?” He asked.

Wilson snorted. “House is a terrible helper, we’re not letting him help.” 

-

“Here, you can do the vanilla.” 

Chase took the bottle Wilson handed to him and carefully poured it into the little measuring spoon, then poured it in.

“Good job buddy, that’s great.” Wilson praised, and he couldn’t help the bashful grin that crept onto his face. He was definietly fuzzy now; not small all the way, but close. Wilson hand-holding him through the steps and giving him small praises for mixing and measuring ingredients made him feel just like a little kid learning to bake for the first time. He supposed he kind of was. He hadn’t baked with either of his parents as an actual kid, and rarely bothered to as an adult, so it was nice to know he was doing a good job and being helpful.

Wilson handed him the spatula. “And now we stir.”

He stirred the batter until the stripes of vanilla disappeared, Wilson added the chocolate chips, and he stirred again. Once the chocolate chips were properly distributed, he presented the bowl to Wilson. “Look good?”

Wilson nodded in approval. “Perfect. Now we use spoons to put the batter on a baking sheet, and we bake them for 12 minutes.” He said, grabbing two spoons to demonstrate.

Chase took over, trying to make the scoops as perfect as possible, and then Wilson put them in the oven because it wasn’t safe for a kid to do it by themselves.

“Okay, now while we wait let’s clean up. Can you put away the ingredients, Robbie? I’ll get started on the dishes.” Wilson began filling the sink with soapy water and dropping in measuring spoons. 

House stopped him before he could submerge the mixing bowl. “Hey, hey! Save me the spatula, it’s got perfectly good cookie dough on it!” 

Wilson looked right at him as he dropped the spatula into the water, and Chase chuckled. “Cookie dough is for helpers.”

Chase held out the box of baking soda for House to take. “You can help clean up! There’s some cookie dough in the bowl still.” He offered, but House didn’t seem too interested in his proposal.

“I don’t want it that bad. Besides, you two are doing such a good job, I wouldn’t want to get in the way.” He held up his hands.

Chase shrugged and put the baking soda back by himself, and grabbed the carton of milk to put back in the fridge. “Okay. More cookie dough for me then—“ 

His grip on the milk faltered. He gasped as it fell from his hand and splashed to the ground, spilling all over the floor. He heard Wilson curse behind him and start rushing around for something to mop it up, but Chase stood frozen and watched the growing puddle soak into his socks. He was just trying to help and now Wilson and House were gonna be so mad at him. 

House clicked his tongue. “Maybe next time, we use both hands to carry things.”

That was the last push he needed for his headspace to come crashing down all at once. Suddenly he was five years old, tears were welling up in his eyes, and he was panicking. He was in so much trouble. It was an accident, he really didn’t mean to drop it, but now he’d made a mess and ruined everything! 

“Robbie.”

Were they still gonna want to watch him? Would he have to go home? 

“Robbie, come here, let Wilson mop it up.” House gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from the pool of milk. His socks squelched beneath his feet, cold and wet, and he let out a little sob.

“M’sorry, I-I didn’t mean to I—“

“Relax, we know. It’s fine.” House said. He sounded like he meant it, but Chase knew he was still angry because that’s how it always worked with adults. They said they weren’t mad when they really were, and then they yelled at you later. 

“I didn’t m-mean to drop it, m’really sorry!” He cried, “I was ju-just trying to he-elp…”

House let out a long breath, then to his surprise, pulled him into a hug and started awkwardly patting his back. “Okay, okay… You’re fine.”

Chase gripped onto House’s shirt, trying to take a deep breath. He shouldn’t be crying, he should be helping Wilson clean up his mess. 

“Well, he’s little now.”

“House.” Wilson chided.

House tried to pull away from him, and he clung tighter. He didn’t wanna be in trouble.

“Forget wombat, I think koala might’ve been a better nickname for you. Is this an Australian thing, or just you?” 

Hey! He was not a koala. Chase pouted as House gently peeled him off, and he clumsily wiped the tears off his face and glued his eyes to the floor. His stomach felt swirly with guilt.

Wilson bent down in front of him, expression soft and calm. “Robbie, look,” He pointed to where the puddle of milk used to be. The floor was clean, like nothing ever happened. “No more spill, see? All fixed.”

He sniffled. “But… the milk?”

“It was almost expired anyway, we can always get more.”

Maybe it wasn't so bad then. “…Okay. Can I… have a hug, please?” He hesitantly held out his arms.

“Sure, buddy.” Wilson wrapped him in his arms and squeezed tightly. Wilson gave good hugs. If there was a worlds-best-hugger competition, Wilson would win, he thought. “Are we ready to order pizza now?”

Pizza sounded good. The smell of the cookies in the oven were already making him hungry. “Yeah! Can we get cheese?”

“Just cheese? You don’t want anything else?” Wilson asked.

“Nope!” 

“I agree with the kid, cheese is objectively superior.” House agreed, setting a hand on his shoulder. “The council demands plain cheese pizza.”

Wilson sighed, exasperated, and pulled out his phone. “I can’t believe there’s two of you now…”

[slaasherslut]

Darlin', who do you belong to?

Summary: Sometimes tourists come through Ambrose and don't understand that they cant touch what belongs to Bo Sinclair

Warnings: smut, just some usual possessive bo

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Bo had confined you to the house after one of today's tourist wasn't respecting the ring on your finger. You had used on your "I thought my husband might be hungry so I brought you lunch" rouse on the college aged kids who passed through Ambrose. Followed by a sweet "Thank you, doll, how thoughtful of you." and a quick kiss from Bo. You and Bo weren't actually married but it made him seem more trustworthy to anyone on the outside. Bo could be a little intimidating without him meaning to be, and seeing a pretty little innocent looking thing like you on his arm made him seem more likeable to unknowing victims. After coming back home you had done some of your routine cleaning before sitting down at the kitchen table with a mug of tea between your hands. The warmth of the tea was nothing compared to the fire in your palms when your hand slipped into his, the ring on your finger still on as it clinked against the mug. The ring wasn't nothing special, just a little something Bo dug out of a box of valuables lifted off his many victims. But some days when you slipped that ring on to greet a couple 20 somethings in town, you wished that it was something that never came off. You wished that the ring had more meaning than the façade the two of you put on. You never thought Bo would really be the marriage type anyways, but there were some days your heart ached to be a Sinclair.

The front door flew open and quickly closed. Bo must have returned from the shop earlier than expected. He had been stripping the car the tourists drove in for parts and you hadn't expected him back for a little while longer. You stood from your place in the kitchen and carried your empty mug to the sink.

"Bo! What do you want for dinner? I asked Vincent but he said he wasn't picky tonight so its whatever you're feelin-."

You turned around and was met with a red faced Bo, chest heaving. His eyes were angry and blood dotted over the black t-shirt that he wore under his coveralls, which was tied around his waist.

"Oh now you wanna play 'innocent little housewife', do ya darlin'?"

You were a little taken aback, you would have thought he would have taken all his anger out on the tourists with the killing and such but he was still furious. His hands shook with a mix of anger, possessiveness and pure adrenaline. Bo had closed the gap between you, throwing you on top of the counter, your head hitting the cupboards behind you. His large hand, still unwashed of the blood and oil from earlier, came up and held your jaw in place. Forcing you to lock eyes with him as he forced his way in-between your thighs barely covered by the pyjama shorts you had changed into.

"That young man was practically fuckin' you wit his eyes and you didn't do nothin' about it." His eyebrow raised in an inquisitive yet taunting way. You knew nothing you could say would satisfy him but you stumbled out an apology anyways.

"B-Bo I-I'm really sorry. I-I just didn't want to make any problems for you by causing a scene, that's all."

"I shoulda shown those assholes whos property you are, that woulda hushed em up I bet."

His other hand travelled up your side from your hip up to your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. You couldn't help the tiny whimper that bubbled up in throat. The same hand then pulled the loose shorts off your waist and discarded them on the floor.

"No panties, huh? I bet you wanted me to come home to my pretty wife and give her a proper dickin' from her husband. That what you wanted?" Bo slid his finger up and down your already wet slit, just narrowly missing your clit which was begging for him. You threw your head back gently into the wood behind you, a cupboard handle digging into your shoulder blade. As quickly as his fingers started working, they were gone. Bo had pulled both of his hands away and you whimpered at the lack of contact. He had pushed his coveralls down just enough to pull out his already hard, leaking cock. He gave it a few languid stokes before pulling you closer to the edge of the counter and guiding himself between your already soaked lips.

"Darlin', tell me who you belong to." He growled as the head of his cock rubbed against your already swelling clit. He roughly moved his hand to grab the back of your hair close to your scalp to easily manipulate you exactly how he needed. His cock just barely lined itself up with your weeping hole, rubbing back and forth, coating the head of his dick in your slick. You could barely stumble out the moan of his name, the teasing was too much. Your body was aching for him.

He aggressively collided his chest with yours, his lips just millimetres from your ear and his cock still rubbing against you, so close yet so far from being inside you.

"Ya can do better than that, whore. Now tell me who you belong to."

The thrust of his cock inside you caught you off guard. The stretch of him was an unrivalled feeling. The sudden intrusion caused you to shout out his name in surprise, legs shot up to hook themselves around his waist.

"FUCK! BO!"

His boyish grin appeared across his sublime features, a chuckle, low and deep in your ear.

"That's what I like to hear from ya, doll. I guess them pretty lips of yours are good for somethin' other than mouthin' off and suckin' mah cock, huh?"

If you were at all coherent you would talk back or smack him. Those nasty, degrading words falling from his lips sounded like music to your ears. His southern drawl made you weak every time, but you would kill a thousand tourists and a thousand more if it meant he would degrade you like that one last time.

His thrusts were relentless. He definitely wasn't in the mood to tease you tonight. Tonight you were his cock sleeve and he was gonna make you go dumb on his dick.

"I can feel ya' tighten 'round me, pretty girl. Only I get to feel this."

The speed of his hips never wavered and from this angle he was hitting all those soft spots inside of you. At this rate you were gonna cum, and you were gonna cum hard. You clenched even harder around him as you felt the impending wave inside of you.

"I know that feelin' Darlin', I know it so well, and only I know it. You're so close aren't you, pretty girl?"

You wanted to cum so bad but you didn't want the pleasure to end. Getting fucked by Bo felt like a special privilege. Bo going absolutely feral on your pussy was a dream come true.

"Bo! Please!"

"You wanna cum for me, darl'?"

You nodded aggressively, tears slowly leaking from the corners of your eyes.

"Then quit your fuckin' cryin' and gush on mah cock."

He gently wiped your tears, which was a harsh contrast to the violence that was occurring between your legs. Bo grabbed your shoulders and fucked himself into you deeper and harder than you thought possible. The action made him able to pull you forward onto his cock and that was what pushed you over the edge. The knot that had been building up in your stomach finally snapped and your legs instinctively tightened around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Fuck! Bo!"

Bo thrusted into you through your orgasm and your insides lit up like a hot fire. Every part of you felt so sensitive. You looked up into his eyes and he looked back into yours. You felt a mix of both love and lust behind his pretty eyes, something you never really saw in him.

"This pussy is all fuckin' mine! You're all mine, pretty girl, all mine."

You grabbed him by the neckline of his shirt and pulled him down into a hot, sloppy kiss. After a few seconds you pulled away to lean into his ear. You tried to pull out the most sultry voice you could muster through his harsh thrusts.

"Cum inside me, Bo."

He let out a deep, loud, almost animalistic growl as he fucked you harder.

"Take it, take it, TAKE IT! FUCK!!"

His hips stuttered as another growl ripped through him and you felt his cum filling up inside you. He lazily thrusted into you a few more times with his entire upper body pressed against yours before pulling out of you. His hands settled on the counter on either side of your body and pushed himself up, head hanging low as he caught his breath. You placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for another kiss. This one was different though. It was slow, and deep and filled with more than just lust. He broke the kiss and grabbed at your left hand.

"Take that ring off, I don't want you wearin' it no more."

He slipped it off your finger and tossed it out the open kitchen window.

"I wanna put mah mamas ring on ya, how's that sound, Darlin'?"

☾ notes: ok so im proud of this but also super worried it could be better! its also my first time writing for bo so i really hope its doesnt sound weird at all. ☾ tag list: @rottent33th

[penny-anna]

And it was 1985 and she was sitting at the kitchen table, holding Mom’s hand as she tearfully spoke to the police officers. “A red t-shirt and jeans,” she’d been saying. “With, with a checked shirt over it – he, uh, always wore Nikes – he didn’t take his keys. He didn’t even take his jacket.”

He was still wearing the Nikes – the same beat-up pair of Nikes.

She said, “You aren’t any older.”

Maybe if it hadn’t been two-thirty AM – in the parking lot of a gas station – in the rain – she might have been able to talk herself out of it. But it was, and she couldn’t. It felt like a dream anyway. Why not this impossibility, on top of everything else?”

He didn’t meet her eyes. “No.”

“How’s that possible?” she asked flatly.

He glanced up at the rear-view mirror and for a moment she saw his eyes reflected in it. “Time travel.”

Her grip on the steering wheel slackened. “Marty, I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

He said it so seriously – so confidently – she actually believed him. And after all, why not? What other explanation was there, for this?

Outside, rain beat against the windshield. The heater hummed away. The windows were fogging up and it was getting too warm in the car.

His seat creaked, as he shifted about. “Where, uh,” he said, his voice cracked. “Where are Mom and Dad? I went to our old house, but – I guess they don’t live there anymore.”

“Mom lives in a condo out at –” It crossed her mind that he probably wouldn’t know where she meant. “On this new development just outside town. She moved there a couple of years ago. After Dad –”

What she had to say next stuck in her throat. She’d always been pretty to the point about it. She’d been the one to break the news to Dave and she’d been to the point about it. But this didn’t feel like that.

He was looking at her. “After Dad what?” he said, pleading with her, like he didn’t already know. “After Dad what, Linda?”

i don't even have an excuse for this one i literally just made up a scenario to get upset about. ANYWAY just under 10k fic feat. linda mcfly about ALTERNATE TIMELINES and THE GRIEVING PROCESS comign to ao3 at some point

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 8: Checkmate

Chapter Word Count: 3,543

TW

Sexual Innuendos, shooting guns at targets specifically.

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“Can I just go home and change? This suit is uncomfortable.” You complained in the passenger seat, adjusting the blazer. 

A meeting with your department was rare but your supervisor’s boss was going to be in attendance and everyone needed to dress their best. You had got a suit tailored not long ago for this exact reason, believing that you needed at least one very fancy, very professional outfit, and you had saved enough to get it for over a year. 

It was something you handled with care, keeping it in a garment bag unless you needed to iron it or dry clean it. It was a navy three piece blazer, vest, pants set and you typically wore a simple white dress shirt to keep it professional. The blazer and vest were tailored to hug your waist comfortably and the pants hugged the curve of your legs. At your last year's annual review and bonus, you even got yourself a pair of black, red bottom Louboutin. You even put some effort into styling your hair and applying makeup to give another boost to the confidence you truly felt while all dressed up.

Seokmin had whistled when you came in, completely blown away since you never had a reason to wear something so fancy to the office. He joked that he fell in love with his wife all over again and spun you around just for the show, even going as far as wanting to renew your vows . Your supervisor’s secretary was complimenting you as she saw you pass, saying that you looked very professional and could totally land yourself a husband since she was the only one to piece you and Seokmin not actually being together. 

“No time, we ran late in the meeting and Mingyu wanted you over for grill night Friday.” Seokmin drove you both out of the city, the sun already set beyond the horizon. 

“You act like we haven’t been late before.” 

“We can be late, but I have to live and work with Mingyu. He will annoy me for days on end if we are later than I said we would be.” 

“Then blame me? I still don't see the problem!” 

“He likes you! He won’t be mad at you, he will still be pissy at me.” He huffed, sending a glare through his peripheral to you. 

As you pulled up and into the garage, you held the cake Seokmin insisted on getting after the meeting to make up for your tardiness. Opening the door to the garage, the house was hustling and bustling, Mingyu was calling orders through the door and a few members were following whatever he wanted them to do. It already smelled amazing, Joshua and Chan were chopping some vegetables and Junhui was making something that definitely had some spice to it on the stove. 

“We brought cake!” Seokmin yelled out, taking off his blazer and tossed it on the back of a chair. 

As you walked further into the home, the click of your heels against the hardwood floors caught the attention of the few inside but you moved around the center island to Joshua and Chan. You asked if they needed any help but the two waved you off, not needing anything, and you moved over to Junhui, looking over the side dish he was preparing.

He knew you were there, almost all of them knew when you got a little close, wondering what they were doing but more often you kept a distance. Now with your heels, you couldn’t easily just peek around. You stayed a few steps away to give him space.

“Do you need any help with that or anything?” You asked, smiling at the wonderful aroma of food. 

Junhui turned his head and opened his mouth to say something but froze. Your eyebrows twitched together, trying to figure out why he paused. Quickly, he ran his eyes up and down your body before he turned his head away and rested his gaze back on the food, stirring it to make himself busy. You could see the tips of his ears turning red. 

“No- No. It’s almost done and everything else is already outside.” 

“...Alright.” Nodding, you walked off, stepping through the sliding glass doors into the backyard and the chaos only continued. 

Music was playing through a speaker placed on the glass table you saw the week prior, plates and dishes covering almost all the surface area. Mingyu was manning the grill with Seungcheol, talking rapidly about something you couldn’t properly hear. Seungkwan, Vernon, Soonyoung, and Jihoon were hitting a volleyball around while they waited for everything to be done, either cheering or whining at something that happened as punishment for dropping the ball, a flick to the forehead it seemed. 

Jeonghan and Minghao sat at the table, each sipping from a can of beer as they chatted. Wonwoo was sitting at the far end of the table by himself, typing something on his phone. 

“Mouse!” Jeonghan called out as you exited the house, waving you over. You could see Seungcheol and Mingyu look over from their spot at the grill and you gave them a small nod as you walked over to Jeonghan. “You look absolutely… Ravishing.” 

You’d play ball. “I would hope it does, the suit and the shoes cost more than two months rent.” 

“It looks good…” His eyes looked over your figure, “Might even look better on my floor.” 

“And I’m done.” Minghao stood up, taking his drink and walked off towards Seungcheol and Mingyu. 

Punching him still sounded like an amazing idea. 

You placed your hand on the glass, leaning on the opposite side of the table from where he sat. “You wanna know what would look better?” Your tone dropped, barely over a whisper. You weren’t going to lose this challenge. “ You on my floor.” 

The look that spread on Jeonghan’s face was one you’ve never seen before. It was somewhere between astonished and stunned, much different than the smirks and mischievous grins he almost always wore around you. His face flushed a bright red, reaching to the top of his ears. You stared him down, a smirk on your face to be cheeky. Really, you wanted him to respond but he said nothing, only staring wide eyed at you. 

“ Mouse caught your tongue?” You asked sarcastically.

“Dinner’s ready!” Mingyu shouted out before Jeonghan could speak. 

Junhui, Joshua, and Chan came from inside, each holding a side dish in either hand and placing them on the table. The four playing in the grass forgot the ball and scurried over, taking their seats as Mingyu, Minghao, and Seungcheol brought platters of cooked meats to the table. You took your suit jacket off and placed it on the back of your chair, rolling up your sleeves to get them out of the way. You sat directly across from Jeonghan while Joshua took to your left and Seokmin to your right, placing a glass of red wine in front of you. Wonwoo didn’t even move from his place, putting his phone in his pocket and waiting for everyone to sit before taking what he wanted. 

Once the last butt hit their chair, everyone was grabbing for food. You joined in, slapping Soonyoung’s hand away when he went for a piece of meat you wanted, both glaring at each other until you snatched it. He snickered at you and you offered him another piece that he gladly accepted. 

Mingyu and Seokmin were talking about something with Ruby and Quartz , but as you often did at these family dinners, you stayed quiet. With Jeonghan quiet for once, there wasn’t someone to banter with it. Looking across the table to Jeonghan, he was staring you down, lips flat but his gaze analytical. You only picked up your glass of wine and sipped it down, matching his look with a raised brow and a shake of your shoulders for a laugh. He wasn’t as red anymore, but he was still slightly flushed.

You were half way through your third glass of wine and a piece of cake when Soonyoung took Seokmin’s spot beside you, slinging his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. From across the table you took notice earlier that he had been drinking a decent bit, ranging from beer to shots that Mingyu or Chan were providing. His face and neck were flushed red and his words slurred a little when he tried to talk. 

“Do you,” He hiccupped, resting his head on your shoulder, squishing his cheek. Sometimes you questioned if he actually was a part of the mafia… “Have you ever shot a gun?” 

You gently raised a hand and patted some hair down that was tickling your cheek and shook your head. “Never planned on it, why?” 

“You know those,” He hiccupped again, “You know those James Bond movies? The suits and all?” 

You nodded, now just carding a hand through his hair. 

“You’d look awesome…in your suit and shooting someone.” 

It left a bit of a bad taste in your mouth and you tried your best to suppress a grimace. “I bet I would.” You answered flatly, hoping your words appeased him. 

He lifted his head quickly and let your hand drop into your lap. He weakly pointed across the table to Minghao who was speaking with Junhui, looking to Soonyoung in question. “Minghao. Minghao, you should help me show Honey how to shoot.” 

“Why?” 

“Why not?!” Soonyoung huffed, stomping a foot on the ground like a child. “It’d be cool!” 

“Calm down, Ace.” You gave a pat to his shoulder, using his call name. You found it more fitting then his actual name and he didn’t mind, he also liked his call name. “If Minghao doesn’t want to, he doesn’t have to, and I don’t really need to know how to shoot.” 

You watched as Soonyoung turned his head to you and pouted, ready to whine in complaint. Yeah, you really wondered how this guy was some big bad mafia member… 

“I’ll do it.” Minghao shrugged, “It gets boring only having the group to shoot with.” 

“No really, it’s fine-” You tried but Soonyoung cheered.

“Hell yeah!” 

“I’m going to give you a pistol to start with.” Minghao said, looking through the small armory that rested on the wall. 

It was Sunday, two days after the lovely family barbeque where the shooting idea was first brought up. Seokmin had picked you up and dropped you off, saying he had some business to tend back in the city. He either said to text him or have one of the other guys drop you off if he doesn’t pick up. You had found Minghao in the living room waiting for your arrival, seemingly the only one left in the house today. When asked why he wasn’t with them, he said that there was nothing for him to do today, most were handling business , and Junhui went to the city with Chan to eat. 

He walked out through the backyard to the long, rectangular shed-like structure. Pushing the door open, nothing could really surprise you now. It was a two person shooting range that allowed for twenty-five to seventy-five meter distance, intervals of twenty-five marked on the floor with lines. The walls had some sound proofing from what you could tell and the large fluorescent lights lit the building well. Minghao had placed his hand on a keypad and the wall separated, showing an array of guns and ammunition. 

“A handgun? Nine mil?” You questioned, staying back but taking in the variety of guns that were on display.

Minghao ran his fingers over the handles of some handguns, scanning each as he decided which one to give you. “Nine millimeters would be alright to start with, it’s pretty standard for home protection and close range shots. They are compact, easy to conceal and carry around with you.” 

“They have less recoil than others. Easy for beginners.” You added, and he turned to you in question. “What? I watch a lot of true crime and it’s interesting.” 

“Were you lying when you said you never shot a gun?” 

“Nope.” You said with a pop, “I’ve never laid a hand on a gun in my life. Personally, I could have been a cop but I have an attitude and I don’t think that would have been a good idea with my past experiences with them.” 

He let out a breath out his nose that sounded like a muted laugh and picked a gun from the wall. Checking the magazine, he reached for a box of ammo and another magazine to fill. Walking over to the counter before the range, he motioned to the protective glasses and soundproof earmuffs on the side. He told you to put them on, which you did, and placed the other set of glasses and earmuffs close for him to use as well. 

“I’m going to put the target at twenty-five meters and we can see how you do from there. Overall it isn’t hard, more of a shock at first it goes off but after you can get accustomed to it.” 

Minghao kept the magazine out and cocked the gun so the bullet in the chamber would come out. He checked once more that no bullets were left in and handed it to you by the barrel, the handle facing you. Hesitantly, you took the weapon, watching as he let go and the weight rested in your palm. The safety was on even if it was emptied yet it wasn’t too heavy but there was no ammo or magazine in it. You flipped it over in your hand, taking in the weapon more, it was compact, probably one made for someone with a small grip as you had compared to him. Raising your gaze, you watched as he quickly loaded the two magazines, slim fingers working with years of training. 

“Do you know any rules regarding guns?” 

You nodded. 

“Tell them to me.” 

“Always keep it pointed to the ground unless you are intending to shoot. Don’t put your finger on the trigger until ready to shoot. Always treat a gun like it is loaded.” You rattled them off with confidence, knowing for sure you’ve heard those rules time and time again when watching a video or studying weaponry. 

Minghao gave a nod of his head with each rule you listed off, picking up the handgun and loading it. He kept the safety on but cocked the slide back to set a bullet in the chamber. Placing it down, barrel facing the range, he reached under the counter and grabbed a target, a normal way of a head and torso with a red circle in the abdomen.  He reached up and clipped the target into the rigging system and pushed a button under the counter that moved it back twenty-five meters. 

He easily slid on the glasses and earmuffs and picked up the handgun. “When you first handle it, look through the sights and aim for the red.” Minghao pointed to exactly where you needed to look to aim through, having you stand a bit on your toes to better see what he was showing. “Then you will just pull the trigger.” 

Making sure your earmuffs were secure as he aimed, you watched in awe as he aimed, turned the safety off, and fired, the sound muffled but loud nonetheless. You flinched just a tad. Gazing down towards the target, there was a hole near the center of the red circle. 

He set the safety and handed it to you, motioning you forward. You stepped up to the counter, taking the weapon in both hands, gripping mainly with your right while steadying with your left. Minghao slowly reached out and adjusted your hand then took a step back. 

“When you are ready, undo the safety, aim, and fire. Don’t rush it, breathe through the shot.” 

Taking his advice, you rolled your shoulders back, getting comfortable with the weight of it in your hands again. You released the safety, keeping your aim steady as you gazed through the sights. Once it was lined up similarly to where Minghao’s shot landed, you took a deep breath in and pulled the trigger. Your shoulder twitched but your stance held firm. Lowering the weapon towards the range’s ground, you looked for your mark in the paper and beamed at the placement in the red an inch or two above Minghao’s own. 

“Holy shit, that was cool.” Your heart was beating quickly and you felt jittery. 

“You did well, better than other people I have trained. “ He praised you and you continued to beam. “Try again, but this time fire two, keep the same feeling. Don’t rush it.” 

You raised the gun once more, checking your grip that barely changed and righted yourself. As you did before, minus the safety, you aimed for the center target and when comfortable, you pulled the trigger once, twice, three times and excitedly looked towards the paper. 

While the shots were a little off center, it was still in the red. Minghao once again praised your aim quietly, pulling the page towards you and taking it off the rig. “I want to say it’s beginner's luck but you carry yourself with more confidence and elegance than some might believe.” 

At the compliment, you shrugged, a smile spreading across your lips. “Thank you. Can I go again?” 

And you continued at Minghao’s discretion. When you ran out of bullets in the first clip, he had shown you how to remove the magazine and reload the gun to properly fire again. He explained every step of the process calmly and easily, giving small praise each time you did well following his instructions. You ended up shooting two more full thirteen round magazines, staying relatively center and even jokingly aiming for the forehead of the outline but hit more center of the face if there was one. 

By the time you cleaned up and left the shooting range, Minghao was offering to make some lunch before driving you home since Seokmin wasn’t back. He had led you back into the house and you were greeted with Junhui and Chan lounging on the couches. 

“Ah, Minghao, we got you some- Hi, Mouse.” Chan greeted you and you waved. “Why are you here?” 

“Oh- The other night at the barbecue, Ac- Soonyoung,” You corrected yourself, “Asked Minghao to teach me how to shoot and he agreed so I’m here. Seokmin dropped me off this morning.” 

He hummed in acknowledgement but still pointed to the take out box of food on the counter. “Either way, Minghao, that's for you.” 

“I’m just gonna heat up Mouse and I some food and I’ll eat that later once I get back from taking her home..” Minghao picked up the food and placed it in the fridge and pulled out a large container filled with pasta. “Mingyu made alfredo last night and he had a lot left over.” 

You had no complaints, unless it was regarding the new nickname that Jeonghan graciously started. You watched where he pointed when you asked where their bowls were and in relative quiet you moved about each other, searching through drawers to find utensils while Minghao worked on heating up the food in a pan. Both of you ate and cleaned up quietly, Minghao on his phone and you just enjoying the food you were eating. Mingyu really was a great cook. 

As you sat in Minghao’s car, a sleek black Chevy Tahoe, driving down the highway, you let the hum of the engine fill the void of conversation. Minghao didn’t seem like that much of a talker, probably not to you at least, and you wouldn’t know what to say to begin with. 

“Mouse,” he said as you rolled into the city, “Please know that we are just people doing jobs.” 

The statement caught you off guard for a moment. Turning your gaze towards him, you furrowed your brow. His eyes never left the road. “I know that, Minghao.” 

“Sometimes when I look at you, you seem to be lost in thought and I am curious if it is regarding us. We’ve never brought someone into our ranks like Seokmin has for you and I could only imagine that it is difficult to fathom.” 

Turning your attention towards the road as well, you let your eyes wander. “It isn’t that I’m scared, if that’s what you believe. I know not all of you will trust me, hell, I know not all of you do. Seungcheol probably is always staring at a metaphorical target on my back.” You sighed, pushing your hair back from your face. “I’m not trying to trick anyone while being amongst the group. When I see you all sitting at the dinner table, laughing, chatting, joking , I can’t imagine the thirteen of you as these…” You didn’t want to say the word, it left a bad taste on your mouth. 

“What? Criminals? Gang members? Crime lords? Killers?”  

You winced. “...Yeah.” 

“We all have a reason for what we do, I’m no different. I hope you can understand it all one day.” 

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