#anyway i gotta get it through my system and i'll calm down in a few days dont worry
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Dinner felt like a return to form for parent and daughter after the awkwardness. Kit talked excitedly about her day and how she couldn't wait for summer to finally begin. RJ in turn told Kit about more pleasant stories about his life as an adventurer and his former home of Apocalypseburg and Bricksburg. They went to the movie rental store next to the pizzeria and grabbed a movie for the two of them to watch, then headed home to finish homework and watch the chosen cartoon classic.
While the movie was playing, a generic guitar riff sounded from RJ's pocket. He moved to the kitchen to take the call, excusing himself to his little girl despite her focus on the show.
"Hello?" After a period of silence, RJ spoke again. "Calm down, babe. Whatever is wrong, I can fix it." It was this phrase that caught Kit's attention. She poked her head from behind the couch to listen in to her father's half of the conversation.
"So Unitron's decorated chief does want to drag me through a long trial? I know. I know. It doesn't mean he's -!... I have an entire kingdom that's willing to vouch for me. You can pick anyone off the street of the Unicapital." He paused. "I'm not going to Awntawp… by the way, Kit knows…. Yeah, she found out at school today. It'll make a discussion about a trial much easier… Please don't worry that pretty little head of yours. I'll be fine. They need Unikitty’s permission ta land in the Unicapital. He can't get me unless I leave… You know I love you…. Hang on. Gettin' another call. It's probably Emmet, since he would have been in the same meeting as you." RJ pressed the screen of his phone to change the call over.
"Hey, Em!... Yeah, Richie told me… He's scared, too… Don't panic! I'll tell you what I told him: I have an entire kingdom that's willing to vouch for me. This also happened a really long time ago. He doesn't have a legal leg to stand on to throw me in prison… See? If the queen has to write off on it anyway, the most that's probably going to happen is she's going to have to talk to me in person. You and I both know that a real conversation has been long overdue… I gotta go. I want to make sure that my daughter understands what I'm talking about, considering I know she's listening." With the acknowledgment of her eavesdropping verbalized, Kit turned her attention back to the movie, which was quickly paused by her father. He sat next to her on the couch and turned to her, face more serious than she had ever seen it before.
"I know you heard what I was telling your uncle and father. And yes it is about what you found out today. Sometimes, timing is… It makes you wonder if the bra… Man Upstairs has some literary timing." RJ shook his head. "Nothing is going to happen to me. More than likely, they're going to make me go to Syspocalypstar to present my case before Queen Wa'nabi and the chief of Unitron and…" He sighed. "There is a chance that they might send me to some place far away for a while. I'm not going to lie about that to you."
"Where would you go if they make you leave?" Kit tilted her head slightly, her horn flopping down to one side.
"There is a galaxy out there, a place called the Dryar System. It's a dark and desolate system, the most notable planet of it being a desert wasteland. A planet was found there a few years back that you may remember from the news reports: Awntawp. Unitron took it over and it became a prison, a place for only the biggest threats to the United Systems go. That might be my home for a while, if nothing goes well. I'm sure they'll let you visit, but I wouldn't want you to." RJ watched Kit's reaction and held her close to him when she looked like she was going to cry.
"Can Big Sister help you?" She spoke through warm tears.
"She might be able to. I know she will hear about this from any number of people. I expect her to be monitoring the skies for Unitron ships." RJ got to his feet now, walking towards the nearest window to watch the skies himself. Kit, after fishing out some tissues from her bag, rushed to her father to hug him, but no lights showed up in the night sky as the two watched.
It took what felt like a lifetime for RJ to check the clock. "Kitten, it's late. You still have school tomorrow.” There was a deep sorrow in the man's voice now, as if he was already mourning the worst timeline's outcome.
"Dad? Please don't leave me." The fear of losing her father left a heavy pit in Kit's stomach. The feeling that knowing her father's possible fate gave her made the anger of not knowing the truth of how he got there feel like a lesser issue.
"I will never. Kit, I will always come back to you." RJ led his child to her bedroom.
"Promise?" She stopped just under the doorframe, watery eyes looking up to her dad.
"I promise. Cross my heart." He knelt down and kissed his daughter's forehead. She nodded after a long moment of staring, giving her father as crushing a hug as a girl her size could. With a yawn, she disappeared into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. RJ stayed for just a moment longer, eyes boring into the wood. He whispered a silent prayer to beings he knew never were listening that things would stop getting worse before heading up to his room to get ready for sleep.
In the early hours of the morning, while the humans slept in the A-frame cabin, a signal came from the fist shaped ship in orbit around the planet. The signal held a single message, a single desperate plea: SOS. This plea was sent over and over again, waiting for someone who could accept the signal to hear, understand, and act. By the time the signal was even sent however, it was already too late.
When RJ awoke, he immediately looked at his alarm clock, which showed that it was almost 10 in the morning. He didn't remember his alarm clock going off, but he also didn't remember if he set it. He rushed down the stairs to wake his daughter, but saw she was missing. With a panic, he rushed to the house phone, where he noticed a note on soft, almost pastel pink paper on the refrigerator door. He grabbed the note from off of the door and subconsciously noted that it was written on the back of a flyer for a sale at some store in the local mall. The first thing he noted was that the handwriting was his husband's. That meant that he did get home sometime when he was asleep. The note read:
RJ,
It will take a while for Unitron to reach Meraki. We do still have time to discuss a legal strategy, which will include hiring a lawyer. I got Catherine ready for school and took her. I should be home soon.
Dr Fox has granted you a leave of absence. She said that something occurred at the office that afforded you this leave. You will need to let me know what this incident was so I can have that be investigated.
Richard xoxo
The words caused a wave of relief to crash over him. Kit was at school. With his nerves calmed, he could hear a steady beep coming from his study. Three dots lol. Three dashes. Three dots. S. O. S. His radio was only tuned to one signal: the signal coming from The Rexcelsior.
"What now?" He muttered to himself with a muddy mix of fear and exasperation as he rushed to the garage to master build a ship that could get him up to see what the signal meant.
#⌈the ashes of disaster drift to you⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈days of oblivion⌋#⌈the newspaper isn't antiquated⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈writings⌋
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for the mini fic prompts x3 lol: steddie + 27
So for this one, I had two different ideas. It's a shame you can't answer the same ask twice, so if this post is a bit longer to read, that's why. I like them both enough to write! Anyway, here's:
27. things you said through a closed door (version 1)
"Eddie, I know you're home," Steve calls.
There's no response, but from the porch, Steve can hear the music blasting from Eddie's room at the back of the trailer. He doesn't know the song or the band, but it sounds a lot angrier and sadder than the stuff Eddie usually listens to, which worries him.
"I can hear the music!" he shouts. He doesn't want to be so impatient, but it's October and while the roof of the porch shields him from the rain, the wind is bitingly cold. He should've worn his old varsity jacket, he used to wear it when it was snowing and still stayed warm.
The music turns itself down enough so it stops shaking the trailer, and Steve swears he can hear footsteps come toward the front door. But the lock doesn't click open.
Fine. Whatever.
"Eddie, listen, I don't know what I did, but whatever it was, I'm sorry. It's been a week without talking to you and it feels like a fucking year. Please just tell me what I did, and we'll figure it out, okay?"
"You didn't do anything." Eddie's voice is muffled through the door, but Steve thinks he's whispering anyway.
"What do you mean I didn't do anything? Eddie, you haven't even looked my way in a week. Obviously, I did something, and I want to make it right."
"I got scared."
Steve lets his head thud against the door. "Okay. What did I do to scare you?"
The door jerks open a few inches, held closed by the bolt, but Steve stumbles anyway.
"You. Didn't. Do. Anything," Eddie says slowly and deadly calm.
Once he corrects himself, he can see a sliver of Eddie's face: one of his eyes and half his mouth. From just that, Steve can see that Eddie is an utter wreck.
"You wanna know what happened, Stevie? I got scared. I got scared for no fucking reason because all you've been is perfect, so I don't know why I ran. I just did. Because that's what I do at the first sign of danger - I cut and fucking run. So I ran, and I got to thinking, gee, Steve deserves better than someone who bolts at the first sign of trouble, and I decided to stay gone. I think you should let me."
Eddie whispers that last sentence, and his voice cracks a little, and Steve is inches away from breaking the damn bolt.
Instead, he says, "Good thing I'm faster than you."
"What?" Eddie croaks.
"I'm faster than you," Steve says, and it's a fact. "So when you run, I'll always catch up. You're not getting away from me that easily, Munson."
Steve watches Eddie close his eye like he's trying not to cry.
"Can you open the door, babe?"
The bolt slides open.
AND, if you're still here, things you said through a closed door (version 2)
"Steve?" Eddie calls, trying not to stumble on what he thinks is Robin's shirt and Nancy's pants thrown in the middle of the hallway. He braces himself on the wall and tries tip-toeing around them because his shoes are gross and he's tipsy enough to have even worse balance than usual.
"Steve?" he calls again. "You disappeared on us, and I wanted to make sure you're okay."
There's a retch behind the door closest to Eddie. Well, at least he's found him.
"Hey," he shouts - he's gotta shout, Jonathan brough his loud stereo system - and knocks. "I'm coming in."
"No," Steve groans. "'M fine."
"If you call puking your guts out 'fine,' you need help." Eddie grabs the knob and starts twisting. "I'm coming in, sweetheart."
"No," Steve says, and he's coherent enough that Eddie still takes him seriously and stops. "Handled it before, can do it again."
"That doesn't mean you have to," Eddie reminds him. "Can I at least hold your hair back?"
Another retch, and Eddie has heard enough people throw up to know that Steve is just dry heaving now. He grimaces in sympathy because that shit hurts.
Steve doesn't respond for a while, and Eddie wants to check and see if he fell asleep on the toilet - been there, done that - when Steve mumbles something:
"You're gonna leave me."
"What?" Eddie says, hand frozen on the knob.
"You're gonna leave me," Steve says, louder and clearer and oh, that's definitely meant for Eddie.
"Because you're puking your guts out? I've seen worse." Which is true. Eddie's taken people to the hospital and seen them get their stomachs pumped. That shit is bad.
"No. Because I'm a lot. I'm too much work and I'm clingy and I love too much and I'm no fun to be around sometimes and I'm not smart and -"
Eddie opens the door, crosses the room, and holds Steve's gross, sweaty face in his hands.
"Bullshit," he says. "You're stuck with me, Harrington, like a bad tattoo or superglue that won't come off your hands. You're adorable and protective and lovely and brilliant, and now you're gonna let me take care of you. Me leaving you is bullshit. Okay?"
Steve nods, and then he's dry heaving again, and Eddie holds his hair back and rubs his shoulder.
And he stays, the entire time.
(y'all this was the last ask i got, so please) send me more prompts!!
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cookies and cream - lee jeno
reader x jeno
genre: smut, strangers to fuck buddies, humor if you squint hard enough
word count: 4k-ish
warnings: recklessness (she met with a stranger online, don’t do it kids) excessive lying, 18+ scenes that includes: oral (f receiving) face riding, soft dom!jeno?
This is merely a work of fiction and is not meant to hurt the image of Jeno and NCT. Again, don’t be as reckless as OP. This was just a fantasy of mine that I’ve been dying to get out of my system.
Holy fuck.
That's the only word that you've managed to utter when you decided to check your messages that morning.
You got bored in the middle of the class and decided to sneak a peek on your phone to pass the time. The class is recorded anyways so you can always just go back to the parts of the lessons that you've missed.
But holy fuck.
You never expected to see THAT so early in the morning.
"Miss Y/N?"
You snapped back to reality and stopped malfunctioning for a second when somebody called your name. Everyone including your professor remained quiet and all eyes are on you.
"Oh. Sir what’s the question again?"
You answered nervously as you tried to review your notes and backtrack on what he is discussing a few moments ago.
"I see that you're distracted in the middle of my class again. Mind sharing what you're occupied with?"
"Uhm. I was watching KPOP fancams, sir."
"Fancams won't get you into law school, Miss Y/N. Phones off please."
You tucked your phone back to your pocket and never picked it up again since. The professor started blabbering again but no information is being retained on your head. It stayed that way at your other classes.
You wished you were looking at some KPOP fancams earlier. You’ve watched fancams at class before and got away with it unscathed.
Oh no. It was a goddamn dick pic.
A good one, too.
It was from a guy that you met in a kink site a few days ago. You created the account out of boredom and expected nothing to come out from it. It’s all the flirting and sexting without all the unnecessary commitment
It only took you a few minutes to set up an account. For some privacy, you made a random birthdate and a random nickname, because like hell would you share your real information to these people. You also picked a racy picture of a lady that looked a bit like you and passed it off as your own.
Within minutes, your inbox is flooded with messages. Most of them, however, are from men who are old enough to be your father.
Well, you were bored, so you entertained everyone and then went on back to your boring, vanilla life. A few political history and theory books later, you went back to see which ones messaged you on the site.
And that's where you've met him.
The most gorgeous piece of meat alive.
He seems like a nice guy. He introduced himself as LJ and your age aren’t that far off from each other. LJ is the only one who actually engaged in conversation besides "want to fuck?" or "are you horny?"
As soon as you started messaging back and forth, you scrolled on his profile to see what he looks like. The only thing is, his profile looked a whole lot like those high fashion male underwear photoshoots.
It was an array topless pictures (presumably his, you just can’t be bothered to check if it is actually his). It featured his sculpted abs and biceps, cropped up all the way to his full lips. Despite not seeing his whole face, you knew very well that he’s a hunk. To say you were intrigued is an understatement.
Since then, you've been talking back and forth through Snapchat (your secret one because you're not stupid) and sent him actual pictures of yourself, completely omitting the face. You took one from your bed, your bathtub, and probably every part of your house that you felt is sexy enough to be included on the pics.
You can't tell him if it's him or the repressed sexual urges finally manifesting itself after more than a year of not getting laid, but every text to and from him made your heart race. It was something that you looked forward to every hour everyday.
Hours went by that you totally forgot leaving him on read. You climbed up to your bed to rest your back to the headboard and opened your unread messages.
You: Hey svlr. School stuff.
He opened the chat and started typing right away.
LJ: Oh good. I thought I did something wrong to upset you.
You: Not at all. I loved the pic by the way. It literally knocked my socks off.
LJ: Just the socks?
You: You can take the rest of it off yourself ;)
You scoffed. The flirty banter has always been there ever since you started talking but nothing really came out of it.
LJ: If only I could :(
You: I know. Covid’s a bitch.
You set your phone aside for a second to go to the bathroom. On your way, you picked up some snacks at the fridge and sat back down to your bed, only to find your phone blowing up.
LJ: If you're down maybe we could meet
LJ: It's totally fine if you don't want to
LJ: I just made it weird, didn't I?
LJ: I'm so sorry I brought it up in the first place
LJ: I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable
LJ: Hello?
LJ: I'm really sorry
You: Chill. I'm right here
You: I just went to the bathroom
LJ: Oh
You: I'd be lying if I said I don't want to meet you as well
You: Well... I wouldn't write off the idea
You: But with the Covid
LJ: Thoughts?
You: I don't think it's a great idea
The screen says Seen right at the bottom but it took him a couple more minutes before finally replying.
LJ: I understand
LJ: But in case you change your mind, I'll leave the time and place up to you
LJ: I’ll take care of the rest
LJ: Deal?
You: I'll sleep on it.
You: Speaking of sleep, I gotta go. Morning class.
LJ: Okay. I guess this is good night then
You didn't, in fact, talk to him the day after.
You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to see him and his abs in real life. But as someone who overthinks a lot, you just can't shake off the risk.
You: Good night. Talk to you tomorrow.
What if he's not really the guy in the pics? Or he’s psycho in real life? What if he's infected the virus?
You sighed.
Why must some global pandemic ruin your sex life?
You waited until the end of the day before you finally replied to LJ. The last thing that he texted was a brief good morning from earlier in the day and nothing else. He’s actually a pretty sweet guy, totally not worth ghosting, and you actually liked talking to him as a friend that you can share your sentiments with.
With your guilt finally eating you up, you took a break from your assigned readings and sat back at your bed to rest for the day. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a minute, thinking of something to say to him. It took you a few tries before finally hitting the send button.
You: So, I thought about it
LJ: And?
You: I need to know I can trust you
LJ: Okay. How?
You: I don’t know. Send me a proof that you’re real. Get tested?
You: Is that fine with you?
Within a split second, he sent his reply.
He actually did it.
You couldn’t believe it but he actually did it.
LJ: Consider it done.
He got tested for physical, including the virus test, and passed with flying colors. He even sent you a vid of him inside a medical clinic.
He just sent the uncensored results this morning where you can clearly see his real name.
Lee Jeno.
LJ.
Seems legit.
Well, the uncreative nickname shouldn’t matter now because the results meant only one thing.
You’re gonna have to push through with your promise.
You got ready around noon that day. You can’t remember the last time that you actually got ready to meet someone that’s not a delivery guy or a relative passing on something to your family.
As someone who overthinks a lot, you actually got everything covered. You picked a place near a restaurant to eat. The police station is just a few blocks away just in case something happens, and right in front of a library…
“Where’re are you off to?”
You raised your backpack to show to your mother.
“I’m off to the library. I needed to get these renewed. Maybe pick up a novel or two.”
She looks at you from head to toe, eyeing that incredibly loose hoodie, faded denim jeans, some worn out sneakers that looked like it’s supposed to be thrown away years ago and a medical mask that covers about ¾ of your bare face. It’s just your usual attire whenever you go out for errands.
She just nodded and went back to watching her favorite soap opera.
“It’s nice that you’re out of your room for once. Take some cookies from the kitchen so you’ll have something to eat in case you get hungry.”
… as an alibi to get away from your strict parents.
As soon as you left the door and made sure that you’re out of sight, you found the nearest public toilet and grabbed a whole other outfit from your backpack. The hoodie is replaced by a white, ruffled see-through blouse and you ditched the jeans for a tight skirt that’s at least four inches above your knees. You tousled your hair a little bit and put on some powder and tiny hint of lipstick before putting your facemask back on again.
It’s been a while since you’ve done an elaborate scheme like this. Your skills got a little bit rusty, but they always work.
Sometimes you wonder if you’re really meant to be lawyer or a criminal instead.
You stepped out of the toilet and blended right back into society.
Now all you have to do is find wherever the hell LJ is.
Jeno sat anxiously as he waited for you right inside the café. He’s on his fourth cup of coffee but it didn’t do anything to calm his nerves down (geez I wonder why).
You: I’m almost at the café.
He’s been staring at his phone the whole time. Once he received your message, which is a pic of you in the bathroom after the outfit change, he almost choked on his drink.
This message sent him on a panic as he turned his camera on to see how he looked. He did some minor adjustments to his hair and he wiped off his eyeglasses clean with the sleeves of his hoodie (which did nothing for him by the way) and then casually sat down and played it off cool like he hasn’t been waiting for you for over an hour.
On your perspective, you walked inside the café and looked around for LJ. Fortunately, there was only guy inside the café, twiddling with his phone on his hands and as he kept on peeking through the glass windows as if he’s looking for someone.
From afar, he actually looked really cute. His appearance, a shy, nerdy dude with glasses, looked way off from the fuckboy image that you expected him to have in reference to the messages that you’ve been getting from him.
It’s always the quiet ones that are kinky. You should know, you are one.
You walked over to his table and tapped his shoulders to get his attention.
He froze for a moment before he finally managed to turn around and face you.
“You’re actually here.”
“I know. I’m just as surprised as you are.”
tap tap tap tap
The room is so quiet that the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heels tapping against the tiled floor. You can say that that is one of your observable annoying habits tapping your foot on the floor when you're a nervous wreck.
Sighing in retaliation, you removed your hoodie, fanning yourself as you tried to relax and get comfy on the hotel couch (which should be comfortable enough since you paid a shit ton of money on that room), switching the TV on to get your mind off of things. The lackluster array of shitty sitcoms didn’t distract you at all, but it instead reminded you of the reasons why you’re in that room in the first place.
Having nothing to do to pass the time, you paced back and forth in the room, finally sitting down once you realized that it looks way worse than you just tapping your foot. You folded your arms right across your chest, looking at the watch from time to time but the hands of the clock seem to be moving slower the more you stare at it.
Quarantine started almost a year ago and it's been very hard for you. Sexually. It's been almost a year since you've been touched by a man and you’re more than ready to jump on anyone’s dick at any this point,
Too bad that that dick is taking his sweet time in the bathroom.
tap tap tap tap
Your foot found its rhythm once again, only this time, you’re not nervous anymore. Your patience is wearing thin.
As if summoned by the constant tapping, the guy comes out of the bathroom, just casually drying himself while wearing nothing but the towel dangerously hanging on his waist and a boyish smile on his lips.
No biggie.
"Hey."
Suddenly, you’re not tapping anymore.
Head empty, just thoughts of a hot guy patting down a towel all over his toned body.
“I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.”
He spoke, tossing aside the towel on his hands on the sofa, finally giving you a full view of him and all his glory.
You must admit, you’re skeptical at first. The guy that’s been sending you faceless thirst traps just days ago, telling you how he’d fuck you senseless looked a lot different from the guy who entered the hotel room just a moment ago.
He came in wearing those black oversized hoodies that did a great job in hiding his best features. His hair was a bit long for your taste, covering half of his face while the face mask hid the other.
But this man right here in front you, he’s Adonis.
You unconsciously bit your lower lip, earning a chuckle from the guy.
“I’m guessing that you’d like to start now?”
You nodded, the tension and awkwardness rendering you unable to speak.
He smiles as he takes the remote from you, turning off the television because the main show is about to start.
You started to tense up again, eyes wide as you realized that he’s now right beside you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he sat down. He leans over, soft lips coming into contact with your exposed neck and shoulders, landing small pecks all over.
You sat there breathless as he slowly ran his fingers to the side of your thighs, tracing circles at it while giving small, reassuring kisses on your neck and shoulders. It’s as if he’s asking you for your consent, waiting for you to open up to him before he makes a move.
He got his answer when you turned around to face him, running your fingers into his cheeks before cupping his face, your lips finally touching his. He moved in the same pace as earlier, slow and calculating. You got a bit impatient once again, biting his lower lips gently to let him know that he can do more.
He grabbed you by the waist and successfully placed you on top of him. The kiss got even more sloppy as you ran your hands through nape, then into his soft locks. His hands travelled once again, finger running through legs again, stopping as soon as he reached the hem of your skirt, flipping it up to reveal the thin lace material that barely covered your core. You took that as initiative to remove the towel on his waist and grinded against his growing member, the friction and heat enough to earn a groan out of him.
He held your waist once again, firmly this time, halting your movement completely.
You broke away from the kiss, staring him in the eyes to read his face.
“Something wrong?”
“Hold tight.”
You were about to ask about what hold tight mean, but your arms cling unto him involuntarily as he lifts the both of you out of the sofa.
Jeno laid you gently in the bed, making sure not to break eye contact as he does so. He looked like he's about to eat you alive, which is enough to send flush to your cheeks.
“I would’ve loved to bend you over that sofa, but I think it’s just proper that our first time will be on the bed.”
"God. You're beautiful."
He then ran his fingers towards the thin fabric of your blouse, feeling every part of your torso like he's memorizing every detail of it. His hands then travelled in your chest, squeezing the swell of your breasts on each hand, fingers shaking as he does so. It felt like an artist admiring his delicate work of art.
He situated himself between your legs, taking a moment to admire you first before doing anything else.
He started to run his hand on your cleavage and stopped on the uppermost button of your blouse, taking his time to remove all of them and placing a kisses at the exposed skin. After all of the buttons are taken care of, you lifted your body up and slid off the fabric. Your black lacy bra finally made its appearance. You took the liberty of taking that off too, as slow and as you possibly can.
Jeno just stared at your body in awe, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned your naked glory.
"Gorgeous."
He said under this breath before leaning down to claim your lips once again. You're turned on by how much attention he's giving your body now. You're usually loud in bed but his gestures are making you bashful. You've never felt this beautiful before.
You can feel his hands trembling as it travels all over your body, his kisses getting even more needy. There was moans of satisfaction every time he would lick your lips. Jeno was kissing you like you were oxygen and he needed to breath.
His hands travelled south, running across your thigh and your now aching core. You're about to remove your skirt and underwear but he stopped your hands midway.
"Keep it."
He took your hands away from your skirt and placed them just above your head.
"Just sit there and relax baby. Let me treat you."
You did just like he told you and gave him full control of your body.
"Good girl."
His lips brushed your ears, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you are under him. His kisses then went down to your neck, using his tongue and teeth, marking everything he can get his mouth on with his saliva. Meanwhile, his hands finally touched you down there, massaging your still clothed wetness.
His middle and index finger felt your slit, moving it in swift motion in search for your clit.
"Oh my god. That's it."
You gasped as his fingers finally hit the right spot, tossing your head back as his fingers made circles at your bundle or nerves.
You opened your legs more, leaning on your arms on your back, head tossed back and eyes closed as you feel your impending orgasm.
He dipped his hand inside your underwear and collected some of your essence with his fingers. The mental picture of him licking his fingers deliciously is enough to get you off for weeks.
It didn't take long before he took your panties off and his ducked his head down. He opened your legs once again and licked one long stripe on your core, making sure to taste all of you. You sat there and watch as he hungrily takes all of you in his mouth, acting like your pussy is a full course meal and he's been starving for years.
Within moments, you've become a moaning, toe curled mess. You ran your fingers to his blonde hair, guiding him on how to move his tongue and fingers on you. At one point, he bit some of your sensitive skin, making you scream a string of curses under your breath.
"Stop stop stop."
You grab a fistful of his hair and he paused from what he was doing. You pushed him gently away from you, leaving him staring at you confusedly. The confusion didn't last long when you flipped your current position, you're now on top.
"Can I ride your face?"
At this point, you're bold and horny enough to use your words and ask him. He just nodded, sliding himself from underneath you and went back to eating you like a champ. You grabbed his hands and placed them across your chest, squeezing your breasts to send him a message. He was quick to pick up and followed suit, pinching your nipples right in between fingers while your ride his face to orgasm.
"Shit. I'm coming..."
You writhed from above him as you come undone. Your body felt cold all over. Your eyes are ringing, feeling dizzy as you almost passed out while you bucked your hips a few more times to milk your release.
You didn’t have time to recover when you heard your phone ringing from outside. Your legs felt a little shaky and you almost tumbled and hit your head in the wall if Jeno didn’t help you get up. You sat down on the floor, butt-ass naked as you frantically searched for your phone from under all of your stuff before you finally pressed the answer button.
“Yes mom?”
“Where have you been? Your father’s been looking for you at the library. He’s picking you up on your way home.”
You buried your head on the couch to shake off the buzzing feeling on your head. You placed a pillow on your body while you searched for your discarded clothes all over the hotel room.
“Oh yeah. I went to the café and got something to eat. Tell Dad I’ll meet him outside the library.”
“Okay sweetie. Can you pick up some groceries on your way back? I’ll text you the list.”
“Yeah mom. Bye.”
You breathe a sigh of relief as you started putting on the outfit that you wore when you left home.
“Where are you going?”
Jeno reluctantly got dressed as well, his shy demeanor came back as soon as he wore his glasses and fixed his hair.
“I got to go, Jeno. I’m sorry that I’m leaving in such a bad time…”
You went over to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
“I promise to make it up to you next time, okay? I’d love to meet you again.”
You grabbed a paper bag from your backpack and handed it to him, waving as you bolted out the door.
After fixing his things, he sat down for a moment and took a quick peek inside the package that you left him.
It was a ziplock bag of full of cookies and a whole other treat.
You left him your two-piece lace lingerie.
To be continued.
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Gang-Related 1
Pairing: Ann-Marie x Black!OC
Genre: Romance and Angst.
Summary: Journey Nelson is in need of money, quick and fast. She's enlisted by her friend to become a dealer for one of the most fearful Gangs in their city. She meets the leader, Ann-Marie and sooner than later they begin a romance that is doomed to burn up in flames.
Note: I might as well start dropping some of my lesbian fics over here. I'm finding it difficult finding black gay fics 🥺. If y'all have any, don't be shy- DM it too me!
"Hurry the fuck up, Journey!" Tika yelled to me breathlessly, her feet slapping against the pavement just as fast as mine.
I looked both ways before crossing the street, more sweat gathering on my hands. My heart drummed in my chest the darkness surrounding me furthering the anxiety I felt.
2 months ago I'd never be out this late but things had changed and I had changed. I was desperate and when you're desperate you become a person you've never known before.
We came up to a building shrouded in darkness, slipping into its shadows. Under the umbrella, Tika knocked on the door three times, grabbing my arm to making me stand back. We waited for what seemed like longer than a few minutes when a slot under the door opened and Tika slipped something to the other side.
It opened seconds later and a girl glared at both Tika and I as we came in. A small number of girls covered the entire area leaning on furniture. Some were counting money, others were packaging- all were talking but it came to a stop when I stepped into the room.
I puffed out my chest to seem a little tougher under their scrutinizing gaze but I still felt like I was posing. Pretending to be hard when I was really easily breakable.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Someone new."
"You got cleared for that?" The girl with green hair questioned, leaning on her hip.
"You about to get cleared for an ass-whooping, if you keep asking questions. "Tika gritted through her teeth. "Where's Ann?"
"Where she always is- in the back."
"Thank you." Their eyes had yet to leave me, burning holes into my back as we walked down the long hall. I started to feel more restless, the closer we got to the back and I couldn't control the twitching in my body.
Knocking on a new door, Tika glanced my way sucking her teeth at the sight of my shaking hands.
"You need to get your nerves together. You can't look nervous in front of this girl- you'll look like a pussy."
"I can't help it." I said wiggling my fingers."My body shakes on its own."
"What are you scared for anyway?" Chewing on my bottom lip, I felt embarrassed to say.
"What if she doesn't like me?"
"That's what the hell you're worried about!?"
"She has to like me- if I'm gonna work for her, she has to think of me in a positive light. That's how a good, boss-employee relationship works."
"Fuck Journey," She rubbed the space between her eyes." I forget how you are sometimes."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Before she could answer the door opened and a single person moved out of the way showcasing who we needed to see. The Ann-Marie, sat on a table counting her stacks, the hard-earned money she worked for.
You could consider her enigma- her male counterparts taking her as a joke when it came to selling and handling a kingdom. Nothing was funny about how she moved, however, and she proved herself to more ruthless than expected.
Ann-Marie isn't a terrifying name but she makes it scary. She brings dread just by a mere mention and that's power a single person holds. Power that surrounds her crew and everything else she does.
Tika asked me why I was so afraid- the reputation before me proceeded all things especially fear.
"Tika Ray!"Ann gave a fake warm welcome, her eyes bouncing onto me as an intruder."I see you bringing visitors unannounced now."
"I'm bringing you, workers."
"I didn't ask for that." Her mouth was drawn into a frown, prepared to dig into Tika.
"We always could use the help." She attempted before a scoff was heard.
"So, you think we're struggling by ourselves?" Ann asked accusingly, Tika's foot beginning to jump.
"No, I just think-"
"You think about everything else but never think to ask." She pointed at her head, her nails shaped like claws. "Never think to check-in with the person actually in charge."
"Ann-"
"I don't wanna address this in-front of company."She said paying me attention. "Let me hear from her why she's here." Tika started to talk again but Ann raised her hand, cutting her off.
"I wasn't speaking to you, I was speaking to her."
Ann was so intimidating, even with how tiny she was she still had an aura that made her feel bigger, taller, maybe even stronger. She hopped down from the table she sat on and walked up to me, staring straight into my eyes. Her eye contact was scary and made me feel inferior but like I was the only thing in the room.
"Why you here, baby?" Her tone became soft, truly catching me off guard.
"Tika told me you could give me work." I gulped down air before continuing."Easy and quick money."
"That's all you want? Just to pull weight?"
"Yes." I said confidently, hoping Ann couldn't see through my front.
"You don't look built for it, honestly." She clasped her hands together, standing straighter. "But none of us are when we start out."
"I can prove that I'm useful. I run really fast and I've always been good at math." I listed off, looking more awkward than qualified. Ann actually gave me a smile, a ghost of a laugh coming from her throat.
"You don't gotta treat this like an interview, baby." Swiping her tongue over her bottom lip."If Tika trusts you, then I have to trust her word." She gave Tika a slick smirk, Tika keeping her face neutral and her stance calm.
"I'm gonna try you out on a test run and if you do well- we'll continue to talk."
"I don't think you'll be a disappointment."
"Thank you so much for giving me a chance." I gushed, a bit of relief flushing out of me.
"Don't mention it." Ann looked at me longer- suddenly she took ahold of my chin making my heart speed up tenfold. Bringing my face closer to her's, She examined each of my features, her eyebrows scrunching together in deep thought.
"You are so pretty."She mumbled, her eyelids lowered.
"Thank you."
"I'll get out your space since I'm making you uncomfortable." Ann laughed good-naturedly but that didn't make the tension I felt leave my system.
"You aren't."
"Your body language says different." Her hand dropped to her side, and it felt as if our eyes finally broke away from one another. Ann started to talk to another girl as Tika threw her arm over my shoulder giving me a hopeful smile.
Within the crew, there was a huge sense of loyalty. Looking at everyone, I knew I wanted to belong here. I knew if I joined them that I would never be hungry or alone. I knew I would belong to an actual family.
Glancing at Ann, the one person I had to impress- a new feeling sprung up inside of me. Determination. I had to ace my test run, and prove myself and consequently not embarrass Tika.
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Drunk
Pairing: bestfriend!fuckboy!Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: Tom dragged you to a party where you may have gotten a little too drunk and a little to familar with the other partygoers.
A/N: Please let me know if you'd like a part 2
Warnings: language and there are characters that take advantage of the drunk reader (they only make out but that might still be unsettling for some of you)
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You rolled your eyes, hearing the three sharp knocks on your dorm room door, already knowing who it was. You sighed placing your book down on your bed, getting up and opening the door.
You came face to face with an out of breath Tom. "Whore." You greeted.
He smiled. "Prude." He greeted back, pushing the door open more, allowing himself in.
"Oh, please come in." You said sarcastically, shutting the door. "Shouldn't you be at a party right now, making out with some girl?" You asked, walking back to your bed.
"Yeah, but I'm not and that's why I need you. I need a wingman, this girl I have my eyes on isn't into me."
"Then get Haz to do it." You said picking up your book again as Tom stood at the foot of your bed.
"Can't, he's making out with someone right now. And plus it'll look better if a girl talks me up- say a girl who's been friend's with me since birth."
"You seem to get the term best friend confused with slave. I'm not helping you get into some girl's pants." You bluntly stated. Tom sat down on your bed, grabbing the book from your hands and throwing it on the ground, "Hey-"
"Here how 'bout this. Just help me out and after, you can enjoy yourself at the party maybe even makeout with a guy yourself."
You scoffed. "Did you forget that you were the whore in this relationship." You said pointing back and forth between the two of you.
"Fine." He groaned. "I'll give you 50 bucks."
"Deal."
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Your arms were crossed as you stood at the door of the party next to Tom, feeling out of place.
Tom noticed your discomfort and threw an arm around you. "Relax (Y/N). You look hot, you blend right in." You rolled your eyes, tugging down your dress. Tom had searched through your closet and pulled out the first revealing dress he found. "I gotta say I'm impressed you even own a dress like this. If you weren't my best friend I might've-"
You put your hand up making him stop. "You better not finish that sentence, whore."
Tom laughed and pulled you farther into the room, both of you sitting down on a couch next to a couple making out. "Okay, you see her?" Tom said pointing at a girl from across the room.
"The one with the purple dress and nose ring?"
"Yeah that's the one. Just walk over to her and talk me up. Go." He said making you stand up and pushing you off in her direction.
You scoffed, giving him a shove yourself, before walking towards the girl. She had currently been nursing a drink while playing a game on her phone.
You cleared your throat once you approached her, gaining her attention. She raised an eyebrow at you, "Um, hi my name's (Y/N)."
"Jillian."
You smiled kindly at her. "Okay so m-my friend is really into you and-"
She sighed, "Is it the guy over there that's been eyeing me all night?"
You scrunched up your face, "It might be."
She sighed again. "Can you tell him I'm not interested. He's been annoying me all night."
"Well I know how he comes off but-"
"No, like, I'm not interested in guys."
Your eyes widened as you blushed. "Ohhh." You said in realization. "I'm sorry for wasting your time then. It was nice meeting you, I'll tell my friend to leave you alone."
"Thanks." She said, taking a sip of her drink.
You walked back to Tom, who looked at you expectantly. "It's a no go. She's gay."
"Damn. I can't even be mad at that, that's hot."
You shook your head and smacked his shoulder. "You really are something else y'know?"
"I know. So are you staying or are you gonna be boring and go back to your dorm?"
"Boring."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine go have fun reading, prude." He scoffed. "There's this other girl I'm thinking about chatting up anyway."
"K, have fun whore." You said giving him a hug, before heading towards the door.
Tom had run off somewhere by the time you reached the exit, but before you opened the door someone called out your name.
"(Y/N)!"
You spun around coming face to face with Jonathan, a classmate from your film class. You smiled at him, "Hey Jonathan." You greeted giving him a quick hug.
"Didn't expect you to come to a party like this." He commented.
You laughed. "Yeah, my stupid friend dragged me here, I was actually about to head out."
"Why don't you stay for a bit. Let's talk." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the drink table.
He started pouring you a drink. "Have you finished that film project?" He asked, handing you your drink.
You looked down at it wearily. You were never much of a drinker, you tended to be a lightweight and drunk (Y/N) was wild. But you decided to relax and took a sip, before answering him. "Yeah, I just finished it today actually."
As the conversation wore on you absentmindedly took more and more sips and before you knew it you had finshed 1 cup which lead to you making out with Jonathan then you finished another cup and you were now dancing with some guy you didn't recognize, he sure enjoyed grinding against you while you two danced though. Cup three had you seated on another guy's lap as you made out with him and dry humped each other. Cups four and five were a blur but you somehow lost your dress. Cup six had people taking turns taking body shots off you.
You had no idea if Tom even knew you decided to stay, but he hadn't. When he thought you had left he immediately found a girl and dragged her into a bedroom where they spent some time with each other. Tom had finally come out when it got particularly loud and what he saw almost made him pass out.
There was a reason Tom never made you go to parties with him and Haz and that was once you had the tiniest amount of alcohol in your system you suddenly turned into Tom and wanted to fuck anyone that stood on two legs.
You laid on a table as some guy licked salt off your breasts, took his shot, then took the lime from your mouth. You stood up and cheered. He noted that you were covered in a lot of marks and your lips were bright red and swollen.
Tom only had one thing in mind as he pushed through everyone, even ignoring the many girls that tried to gain his attention. "(Y/N)!" Tom shouted turning you around by your shoulders.
Your eyes instantly lit up upon seeing him. "Tommy! I missed you~" You slurred throwing your arms around him.
"(Y/N)! You're drunk!" He shouted over everyone.
"I know~" you sang. "Why do I make fun of you for screwing around with girls? I'm having so much fun. I think I made out with the girl that rejected you- oh and have you ever been in a three way kiss, it's fucking weird." You giggled.
Tom stopped you before you could continue, hearing you ramble on about screwing around with other people struck a chord within him that he didn't like. "Okay, we need to leave. Get you back to your dorm and in bed."
"What! Noooo~" You whined. "I didn't even get to have sex yet."
The fact that you didn't sleep with anyone calmed him down slightly but he still needed to get you away from the party. "Where's your dress?"
You shrugged, "I think it's behind the couch."
Tom nodded. "Stay here, I'll be right back then we're leaving." He said, quickly running off to grab your dress. As soon as he had it and turned around he already saw you pinned against a wall by some guy sucking on your neck.
Suddenly Tom saw red, running towards the guy, pulling him off you and throwing a punch that knocked the guy back a few feet. "What the fuck Holland!" He yelled.
Tom grabbed you, pushing you behind him. "She's clearly very drunk you asshole! Don't touch her!"
The guy scoffed. "And when has that ever stopped you Holland. You're the first guy that would take advantage of a drunk girl."
"She's different." He seethed.
The guy scoffed again. "No she isn't. She's just like any other slut I've ever met- no she's worse. Just look at her."
Tom was ready to throw another punch at the asshole bit stopped when he felt a tug on the bottom of his shirt, making him turn around, seeing you crying. "I'm not having fun anymore T-Tommy." You whimpered.
He pulled you in his arms. "Shh it's alright, darling. I got you, we're going now." You nodded into his chest.
Tom threw one last glare at the guy then pulled you away from the chaos. Put your dress back on you and you both finally left the party.
Tom had his arm wrapped around you the whole walk back while you sniffled and cried. You seemed to have sobered up a little bit after Tom's confrontation and you started understanding what you did.
The two of you reached your dorm room. Tom turning the light on and thanking the fact that your roommate was out. He brought you to your bed sitting you down. You sniffled as he kneeled in front of you.
"Shh, darling." He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's okay, you don't need to cry." He soothed. Tom cared so much for you, he had always been protective of his friends and family but more so with you and seeing you like this deeply unsettled him.
"I'm s-sorry- I-I-I was really bad t-tonight." You whimpered.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't blame yourself. You were drunk and those assholes took advantage of that. I'm sorry I didn't know what was going on sooner."
"It's n-not your f-fault either. You didn't know I-I stayed."
Tom sighed. " 'M gonna stay with you tonight, tomorrow's Saturday so I can spend the day with you then too." You nodded. "Do you need help changing or can you do it yourself?"
"I can d-do it by myself." You said, but as you tried standing up you stumbled into Tom.
"Help it is." He laughed slightly.
He pulled the zipper down and pushed the dress down, making it fall around your feet. Tom really got to assess the damage up close as he took you in. You were covered in hickeys from neck to breast, some were purple, red, and some even had bite marks in them. You had scratches covering your thighs and back. And bruised hips. Tom felt anger amd something possessive come over him and he pulled you into a hug.
"T-tommy? Are you okay?"
He came back to reality and pulled away. "Yeah sorry." He said going to your drawers and pulling out a pair of shorts and once he looked through your shirt drawer he felt that possessive feeling tug at him again when he spotted one of his t-shirts. He grabbed it and quickly helped you change into them.
He helped you into bed and he climbed in next to you, pulling you into him. You cuddled further into him, feeling comforted by his scent and familiar touch.
You almost immediately fell asleep while Tom on the other hand found himself unable to sleep.
Tom stayed up, trying to make sense of what he was feeling about the entire situation.
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