#i'll have to show up to the place when he's around but it's nearly impossible to catch this guy at the bar. I'M LOSING MY MIND

[vvanessaives]

work one month as a service worker and see how they don't even want to pay you for your work

[tarjapearce]

Miguel's Pick up Lines

Just fluff and nerd talk✨

Flirting wasn't something he was good for, it wasn't etched in his dna. His pasts attempts in your early stage of relationship always ended up as awkward or in a laughing fit your way.

But far from making you uncomfortable, it always ended up in you kissing the daylights our of him, appreciating his effort to keep the spark alive.

Miguel wouldn't admit it, but he was practicing his own rizz. A term he internally chuckled every time Gabriella mentioned it.

He wanted to surprise you with his art de la séduction, cause in truth he missed your flustered expression. He needed to see that sweet and lovely face of yours going through so many emotions again.

It was one of those days he'd be stuck in the lab, mentoring the new employees in their induction to Alchemax's Research Department.

In his break, he took his phone and walked to a more private area to then video calling you.

It took the connection to stablish after a couple of rings, your face appearing in the lower corner of the screen with sweet smile and a couple of flour blotches on your face. Rosie on your hip.

"Say hi to Papa, Rosie."

Rosie blabbed while agitating the spoon

"She's gonna be a good chef." you smiled ad you wiped the flour off, "Everything alright, mi amor?"

"Yeah. I'm nearly done with the induction. Can't wait to go home."

He could hear Benjamin's excited squeals as he watched the TV and Gabriella helped with food in the opposite shelf.

"I made some horchata, Gabibi's helping me here."

"I learned how to make tortillas, Papa!"

Gabi's enthusiasm brought a smile on his face

"Save me some, Solecito."

You then moved to place Rosie on her floor playground. Then went to the bathroom and closed the door.

"What are you doing?" His eyes narrowed as you smirked and pulled out the silky elastic band of your bra. Eyes widened while his tongue swept over his plump lips

"Got a surprise for you, Papa. Can't wait for you to come home."

"Too bad you're not in my lab."

"Why? Wanna show me a theory, Dr. O'Hara?" you smirked and he followed

"Would prove my Big Bang into you."

A flush crept your cheeks as your eyes widened softly at the sudden comeback, not really expecting such comment.

His chest constricted with pride on your current state.

"I think I often forget I married a hot nerd."

"I'll remind you when I get home." He chuckled when you squealed internally.

"Can't wait. See you later, Dr. O'Hara." You blew him a kiss and returned to finishing meal prepping.

You had finished your indoor workout, sweat etched to your flushed skin. Miguel leaned against the door frame, an arm raised above him.

"Did you know that high intensity workouts increases your endorphin release but it's actually the cardiovascular exercises that gives you the major boost?"

"Oh really?"

He nodded while approaching and taking a hold of your waist. Gaze raking over your sweaty look. Your pheromones tickling his nose and brain.

"Yeah" He nuzzled your neck and you squealed in between giggles while he kissed your jaw

"Don't! Let me go shower first!."

He shook his head.

"We gotta do some cardio first, mi reina. Wanna have you extra happy today"

He threw you over his shoulder and walked back to the master bedroom.

And as good as some days passed, the bad ones were always in the lurk, waiting for you to fall into their claws to not let you go until tears rolled down your cheeks.

And after thirteen years of marriage it was impossible for Miguel to not know and recognize the signs of a bad day.

You'd barely talk, and if you did, it was usually short and monosyllabic replies. You'd go into a cleaning spree, walk around the neighborhood to try and ease your mind.

He stepped in when he saw the inner corner of your lids turn red, eyes bloodshot and a quivering lip as you tried to ease a fussy and wailing Rosie. Miguel pried Rosie from your hands carefully and rubbed her back in soothing circles, to then kiss the top of your forehead.

"I'll take it from here, mi reina. Go rest up."

His heart wrenched upon seeing you sniffing and rubbing your eyes while you went up the stairs.

Miguel arrived an hour later with a tray of freshly made food, a steaming cup of hot cocoa and some tissues.

"Do you want me to keep you company?"

You nodded, teary eyed. He sat next to you and put the tray on your thighs.

"Wanna share what's up there?"

He kissed the side of your head again and begun feeding you.

"I don't know how to explain it. It's weird. All I know is that I feel exhausted and sad. I feel so useless."

"Useless?" he frowned as he fed you another spoonful to then wipe your mouth, "Decaffeinated coffee is useless. A cordless jump rope is useless."

That made you chuckle and he smiled to give you another bite of food.

"I could list a shit ton of things that are useless, but you? No, mi amor. You're the main pillar of this family. Without you everything collapses within. Like a black hole."

His arm went around your shoulders and  kissed your head softly.

"But you ain't a black hole, preciosa. Like... You're so complex, beautiful and amazing. No wonder why the universe copies you and tries to demand our attention with stars and stuff."

He smiled upon your reaction.

"I love you, okay?" He finished feeding you to then massage your feet and shoulders.

Miguel walked into your room after you were done feeding Rosie and putting her into her crib.

He removed the bedsheets out of you to replace them with his frame, sprawled ontop of you. His head resting ontop of your chest.

Your hands immediately caressed his hair, earning a lovely purr from him, melting under your touch

"You know? Your digits got me feeling a strong exponential attraction. Wanna multiply?"

Your brow quirked with a goof smile on his words as he tittered silently.

"Forget I said that."

His airy laugh got your shoulders shaking with the same amount of fun.

"I didn't understand a peep. I sucked at math, mi amor."

He took your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist.

"But... I understood the last part though."

His head snapped immediately to you and smirked.

"Rosie is asleep" you scolded between hushed laughs as he swallowed you in his arms and pecked your lips repeatedly as you giggled and squealed softly

"Let's decrease the space between our organelles, shall we?"

[sunnylands-world]

the most hardcore smut you can make

i'm a sucker for your smut i'm sorry-

Mine

Pairing: draco malfoy x FEM reader

Summary: you wanted to be a brat so you'll just have to be put in your place for it…

Word count: 976

Warning: p in v, possessive draco, jealous draco, bratty reader, spitting, choking

Universe: Hogwarts

A/n: I hope you and everyone liked this. It's been a long time coming and I'm sorry about that. Hopefully this was worth the wait my loves…

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Draco wasn't the type of guy to dance. He never really learned and he couldn't say he cared for it. you tugged at his sleeve pouting and begging him to dance just once but he wasn't one to change his mind so he told you no again. You huffed standing to your feet turning to him as you said

"Fine, if you won't dance I'll find another guy who will happily let me grind against him" and with that you walked away.

Who did you think you were?

Clearly you forgot who you belonged to but Draco didn't grab you then he let you play out your little act knowing you'd regret it later.

His eyebrows were knitted and the look in his eyes meant warning but you didn't care grinding your ass against the guy as he enjoyed himself looking like a kid in a candy store as he held your waist smiling far too happy to be touching something that wasn't his.

You smirked, adding extra sway to your hips as you looked at him and he stared back before nodding and walking off. He could tell you looked surprised as he headed towards his room.

When the party music got low he knew it was just a matter of time before you showed up and as if you heard his thoughts you knocked the door timidly.

He gave nothing away as he opened it and he saw the look of fear in your eyes which only fueled the need to punish you and as the door closed your back hit it making you gasp.

"Draco what are you-"

"Don't play dumb little girl, you know what you did" he says, cutting you off as his hands cup your face, puckering your lips into a pout as his thumb brushes over the bottom one.

"You're gonna swallow like a good girl" he says before spitting into your mouth and you know better than to test him swallowing and he gives your cheek a firm pat.

"Too bad you were so bad I was going to make this fun but I guess I will do that next time, hmm?"

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The sound of your moaning, coupled with Draco’s brutal thrust, fuel his own desire, making it nearly impossible to resist your pleas for more as he slams his cock into your needy pussy. You're tears streaming down your cheeks as you cry for him to slow down, that you can't take anymore.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel him reaching places that make you see stars, your pussy weeping, coating his length in your juices.

His face rests in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings with his heavy breaths, ignoring your overstimulation. Your hands explore his back, nails caressing the muscles as they flex with the motion of his body, sending shivers through him to where he almost caves with the feeling of your touch.

With a mix of possession and lust, he comes from your neck eyes pouring into yours, giving you that sweet feeling deep in your belly once again. As his hardened length hits the spongy spot deep inside you. He can't help but groan in pleasure as you tighten around him, your walls throbbing weakly.

"Fuck," he growls, his voice laced with need. "I love feeling you wrapped around me, losing myself inside you while you look like you can’t take it." He moans

“But I know you can cause you were made to take this cock” he finishes, his eyes filled with possession wrapping his hand around your throat slowing your air supply and you wonder if you're well as you moan at the pressure.

He knows you can take it, you fucking love it and he may seem far gone but he pays attention to the look in your eyes and shake of your body telling him you like this.

"You're fucking mine" he mutters and you nod telling him your his.

With a sense of urgency, his pace quickens if that’s even possible, the heat of your core radiating against his throbbing length causes him to twitch inside your pussy as you whine.

“That’s right, tell me how good it feels pretty girl” he says, taking note of the high pitch sounds leaving you. you look so pretty with your face twisted in pleasure and it makes him more feral with his pace because he just needs to be buried inside that pretty pussy of yours.

His hair is ruined, a strand hanging over his forehead glistening with sweat.

He brings his hand down between you, fingers finding your clit easily in between your messy folds as he rubs tight, frantic, circles, smirking when you scream louder arching your back.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, welcoming him into your depths. He can't help but revel in the sensations that consume him. The feeling of your body against his, the sound of yours and his mingling breaths, it all adds to the intensity of your connection.

With each thrust, he seeks to bring you more pleasure, to make you moan and writhe beneath him.

Draco grips the sheet beside your head, ensuring that every stroke is one of bliss and ecstasy for you.

In this moment, there are only you two, lost in a world of raw passion, desire, and possession. As your bodies move together, Draco can't help but feel grateful for the privilege of sharing this intimate connection with you, knowing that he gets to fuck you like this, gets to see you fall over the edge, and fill you to the brim, marking your throbbing walls with his cum.

You're his and you're gonna feel it as he makes you scream his name like the good girl you are.

His good girl…

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Draco lovers and requests

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[worksby-d]

So Close

Pairing: dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Summary: Part two of We'll Get There. Showing Ari exactly what you’ve been up to for the two weeks he was gone.

Warnings: Age gap, inexperienced!reader, sex toys, masturbating, fingering, overstimulation, calling him “daddy,” 18+

Word count: ~1,500

a/n: I'm sorry for the 6-month wait ✋ Enjoy 🫡

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Hearing his front door open, you jump. You lost track of time waiting for him, but you quickly pull his comforter over yourself and listen intently to his footsteps coming toward the room.

There’s a silence when he walks in, one full of tension waiting to be cut by one of you acting on the anticipation.

Pushing his luggage against the wall, he stands back up, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

“What have you been up to?”

If his gaze finally on you wasn’t making you nervous all of a sudden, you would almost laugh at how normal he’s acting, as if he hasn’t spent the last two weeks sending you the nastiest texts and having hushed, obscene phone calls with you.

“Nothing,” you shrug.

Subtly looking around, he’s beginning to think your acting shy is a facade.

“Really?” He suppresses his smirk. “Just waiting for me to get back?”

“Yup.”

As he steps closer, you catch his eyes drifting toward the familiar toy on the nightstand next to you – clearly recently used.

“So if I…” His voice trails off as he gently pulls the sheets off of you, revealing no clothes on the bottom half of your body.

“Hey–”

Reaching to tug them back, feigning offense, is no use when a giggle escapes your lips.

“Ah-ah,” he stops you, pushing your hands away. “You couldn’t wait for me, babygirl?”

“Wanted to be ready for you,” you try to defend yourself, putting on a pout for good measure.

“Well,” he lets out a breath. You let him sit on the side of the bed and bring a hand between your thighs to part them, exposing your slick-covered skin. “Looks like you’re very ready. What got you so wet, princess?”

“Was watching that video you sent me,” you mumble, too embarrassed to say any more.

He won’t let you leave it at that though.

“Which one?” He smirks. “The one where I… told you exactly how to touch yourself for me? Or the one where I was moaning your name as I–”

He could keep going if you let him.

Flustered though, you try to squeeze your legs back together, but he doesn’t let you.

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby…”

His teasing touch trails along your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where you’re desperate for his attention.

“The one where you called yourself daddy!” You blurt it out quickly, closing your eyes.

He laughs. “Oh, you liked that?”

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your hips toward his hand, needing to feel his fingers on your sensitive clit.

He gives in fleetingly, rubbing his middle finger in slow circles. You let out a moan of relief, effectively doing Ari in. For a moment, he finds it impossible to deprive you of what you've been so patient for since he last saw you.

“You gonna show daddy how well you can take your toy after all week?” He cooes, nearly mocking.

He didn't let you use it the first week he was gone, instructing you to get comfortable with your fingers and a few smaller vibrators first. He said you had to work up to it, that it would work if you listened to him.

“Yes!” You yelp when he pulls his finger away and slaps your pussy. “Please, daddy. I'll show you.”

Grabbing it off the table, he hands it to you and stands up just for a second to shed his jacket and jeans.

When he gets back on the bed, he has you move between his legs. Instead of your back against his chest, he turns you slightly so your legs are over his, giving him a view of what you're doing.

The small shift makes you feel a hell of a lot more vulnerable. But you find comfort in locking your eyes with his, catching a brief reassuring look before one of lust takes over again.

“Go on,” he nods, resting a hand on your thigh to keep your legs in place. “I've been waiting to see you like this again since I left…”

A desperate sigh falls from your lips as your head rests against his chest, warding off your embarrassment by closing your eyes and focusing on the heavy toy in your hand.

You let the tip of it glide through your dripping folds, shuddering when it touches your clit.

“The pictures weren't the same, baby,” he continues. “Sure, I got off, but nothing beats the real thing.”

The image of him jerking off to you flashes in your mind, the videos he sent leaving nothing to the imagination – Sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he tips his head back, a large hand stroking his cock while the other caresses his balls, all while groaning your name.

It prompts you to finally push on the base of the dildo, the fat tip stretching you open.

“Ari,” you whimper, elusively squirming against him, against the evident erection nudging your hip.

He lets out a breath, trying to contain himself. “That’s a good girl.”

He watches as you thrust it deeper, working yourself up to almost taking it all.

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, the initial twinge of pain quickly turning pleasurable.

“You're doing so well,” he praises. “Keep going.”

With how deep you feel it, you swear you're taking the whole thing. The pressure has you hurtling toward the edge already.

“So close, babygirl.”

His words have you peeking your eyes open, a quiet frustrated whine coming from you when you see that's not the case.

“Please, daddy,” you beg, grabbing his hand and putting it over yours, a silent plea for him to take over again.

Lucky for you, he’s feeling generous. He wordlessly replaces your hand with his, fucking you rougher than you had the nerve to do.

A loud moan rips from you as he thrusts the toy the rest of the way, finally filling up your needy pussy.

“Fuck,” you choke out, grasping at his forearm.

You think he's showing some mercy when he slows down, the drawn out drags of the fake cock allowing you to feel every bump and ridge of it against your tight walls.

But that doesn't last long until he's picking up the pace again, laying a hand on your lower belly to keep you in place.

“My good girl can take it, can't she?”

Your rapid breaths make it hard to answer with words, so you nod, but that's not good enough for him.

His free hand slips farther down, fingers landing on your swollen clit, making you gasp.

“Can’t she?” He repeats.

“Yes, daddy,” you cry out. “Please.”

It becomes the only word you know, repeating it until the pleasure becomes too much.

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, legs trembling and involuntarily trying to close around his hand. He eases his fingers off your clit to slap your thigh, forcing your legs open, earning a high-pitched moan from you.

The toy practically slips out of your spasming cunt, and Ari lets it, prolonging your high by thrusting his fingers into you instead.

“There you go,” he growls, keeping you full with two fingers as his palm grinds against your clit. “Good girl cumming for me.”

“D– Da– Ari,” you shout, voice quivering as an unexpected second orgasm hits you. “It's– Too much.”

He knows it is by the way you stammer your words like that. He slowly stills his hand, easing away from your throbbing clit and pulling his fingers out of you carefully.

A few more whimpers of his name fall from your lips, your body torn between being over sensitive, but yet not wanting his touch to completely leave you.

“I've got ya,” he whispers, rubbing a warm hand against the side of your leg, up to your back as he pulls you closer against him.

A few residual shocks of pleasure, teetering on discomfort now, course through you as you curl up to him, nestling your face into his neck. Your heavy breaths are hot against his skin.

“I know that was a lot,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You okay?”

He can feel you nod against him as you hum. “Mhm.”

As your breathing finally steadies, you shift in his arms to get more comfortable.

Your side rubs against his still-hard cock again and he clears his throat to disguise the sharp breath he takes in, but you catch on anyway.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, scooting away just slightly. “Do I need to…”

“No, no,” he hushes you softly. “Not yet. We'll get there.”

He doesn't see your eyes widen upon hearing the words. Not again.

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[magicalqueennightmare]

Why?

(Eventual) Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

When you're hurt and it's not a product of a hunt you intend to hide away and lick your wounds in private but a certain Mikaelson begins to worry and comes to your rescue.

The first knock at your door you disregarded. Surely it was your neighbor or maybe someone with a wrong address. You rented a small place just outside of the french quarter after all so people having a few too many and reading addresses wrong was a usual occurrence.

You were sore over every inch of your body. You were fairly sure nothing was broken but that knowledge didn't stop the pain that every slight movement caused. More than the pain was the embarrassment that this injury had come at the hands of humans. How could you have slipped up that bad?

You'd nearly fallen back asleep when your phone started to ring. You groaned from the effort of pushing yourself up to a sitting position and reached for it.  The moment you saw the caller id you cursed. It was Elijah. You'd avoided him for the better part of the last week but one of his siblings must have caught wind that you'd made it back in town. You didn't want him to see you hurt. You'd tried to always have your feet under you around the ancient vampire. 

He knocked you off balance so you covered it expertly with vague threats and sass. You weren't up to the usual repertoire between the two of you.

You took a deep breath and hoped it wouldn't show in your voice how exhausted you truly were “Elijah Mikaelson, to what do I owe the privilege?” “My darling little hunter. I heard from my sister that you've been in town for nearly a week. Are you avoiding me by chance?” You shifted in the bed and a groan escaped your lips. You closed your eyes praying he hadn't heard. “Not avoiding you. Just been busy”

He was silent for a moment and the thought hit you that maybe he'd hung up until he spoke “Care to answer the door then?” shit, he was the person at your door. “I'll come by later. Just make sure Klaus knows so it's not an announced thing”  “Come to the door” you could feel the pull in his voice and tsk-tsked “Now now Elijah. You promised a long time ago to not try to compel me. Besides I've got enough wards tattooed on me it's next to impossible even for a vampire of your age” 

“Please come to the door” he tried again and you could tell how much it took for him to add the please. “Ok” you hung up the phone and glanced around the room. Your oversized hoodie looked like the best option so you tugged it on over the sports bra and shorts you were currently wearing. It hit mid thigh and with the hood up covered most of your bruises along with the black eye and how swollen the left side of your face was. 

You slowly walked across the small space to your front door and unlocked all three locks before swinging the door open to reveal the vampire standing at your door. Elijah was always impeccably dressed, today he was wearing a black tailored suit which fit him in a way that would've practically made your mouth water any other day.  He had some stubble gracing his chiseled jaw which just added to how handsome he truly was. 

A slight smirk started to slip across his face when he looked in your door but it quickly fell when his eyes met yours.  “Invite me in” Elijah had come to your place a few times but you'd never extended an invite. It caused too much of a risk. You were welcome in the home he shared with his siblings despite you being a hunter and them originals. 

You shook your head slowly but that made the room tilt and you were forced to grab the door frame for support. “Invite me in” he repeated. You managed a weak laugh “You gonna finish me off Mikaelson?” His eyes narrowed so you decided screw it if he threw the niceties to the side and did snap your neck at least you wouldn't be hurting anymore “Come into my home Elijah” 

The moment he crossed the threshold he pushed your hood down and you saw the monster that always lurked just below the surface darken his eyes “Did this occur on a hunt?” You dropped your eyes “Yeah” you felt him move before his fingers ever so gently graced your chin, pulling your face up where you had no choice but to look him in the eye “I'm going to ask once more and make my question more direct. Who or what did this to you?”

You swallowed hard under his gaze. You didn't want to tell him. It was a couple dozen dirty cops. They wanted to use hunters as guns for hire. Technically most hunters had faked their deaths already so who better to pull off kills then the dead? “A few people who wanted me to work for them and I refused”

“Humans did this? My dear I've seen you fight” you nodded slightly, a grimace gracing your face due to the movement causing another wave of dizziness “They caught me by surprise and a taser is very much a field evener for us mere humans” 

It occurred to you that he was still holding your face so you tried to move away from him but you swayed slightly and before you could protect he was picking you up bridal style. “You need to see a doctor” “No insurance” you mumbled, trying to fight the urge to lay your head against his chest as he carried you over to your bed, pulling the blanket back to lay you down. 

He sat down gently on the side of the bed and motioned to the hoodie “May I?” You nodded and felt him pull the soft material up your body. His touch made goosebumps rise across your flesh and you hoped he'd mistake the way your heart started to beat faster for pain. “I'll bring one to you. Need to ensure you don't have any internal damage then you're going to tell me who exactly was involved” 

“Why do you care, Elijah?” You asked and he simply smiled before pulling the hoodie back down “Perhaps I've allowed myself to become fond of the fact that you're not afraid of me. Quite the opposite you don't mind reminding me just how many of my kind you've killed. You're a hunter, I've made peace with that but this? This isn't your job, this was an attack that deserves an answer and I will gladly deliver one” 

You nodded slowly then asked “Are you gonna pay a doctor or compel one?” He shrugged “Whichever works better” you motioned to where your jacket laid “Keys are in the right hand pocket. Lock the door when you leave then let yourself back in” “I'll be back soon” He promised and you knew he would. He would come back with a doctor and if you asked he'd slaughter anyone who'd ever hurt you, the question was why? 

Closer

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I I if maybe you could give me a bit of angry König 🥺.

Just I just wanna leak some important Intel and get abducted by that mountain of a man and have my little pussy ruined in an confined space. I would love mutual pining co-workers to enemies having some hate sex. I need him to call me an ossi, a filthy piefke verräterin. He's maybe still bitter about his hochkönig origins.

It is so soothing to read all these fics, finally dirty talk that makes sense in my head. Even if at times it's a little bad. Thank you thank you.

König x f!reader

Warnings: kinda rough sex, angry könig, kissing, cunnilingus, fingering

You shouldn't enjoy the way he glares at you--those gorgeous eyes of his boring into your very soul. You should be afraid, and though your heart does beat a little faster, it has nothing to do with fear.

You had been told that König got along with everyone, but you soon found that once you lose his trust, there is no coming back.

It was one lousy mistake. The one time you didn't listen to his orders and everything went to shit. He blamed you for it and now you were dealing with the consequences.

No matter how hard you tried, he drifted further away.

The truth is, he has a broken heart, one that he shouldn't have in the first place.

But you don't know that. How were you supposed to know?

You hate the tension that has grown between you two. You hate how he looks through you now instead of at you how he used to. You wanted your König back, but he was making it nearly impossible.

You have to corner him, you thought. Good idea, but how the hell will you corner a man who can shove you aside with one swipe of his arm?

You'd think of something.

--

The opportunity presents itself when walking past the gym at an ungodly hour. You both didn't sleep well, so you aren't surprised to see him in there. You walk in quietly and watch him for a moment, worrying your lip between your teeth as he grunts with each rep.

"Hi," you say quietly.

He stops and turns to you. "Hello." He hesitates but only shakes his head and turns away again.

"What are you doing up?" you ask.

"You know the answer to that," he says without turning around. You walk into his line of vision.

"I couldn't sleep either," you tell him. "Can we talk?"

"About what?" he asks, but you know that he knows.

"About the fact that one little mistake I made has you treating me like shit," you say a little angrier than you wanted.

"It was not a little mistake," he say, breathing heavily. He stands and walks away from you.

"Talk to me." You jog to catch up to him and block his path.

"No."

You look around for something, anything to stop him. "Spar?" That gets his attention. You walk over to the mat and wait for him.

"I don't want to hurt you," he says even as he makes his way over.

"I'll be fine." You take off your hoodie.

"Remember to..."

"Go low," you say, "I know."

"Why are you doing this?" he asks.

"Because I want to. If you're this angry at me, then...let it out."

He freezes in place and glares at you. "Are you asking me to hurt you?"

You shrug. "I don't know what else I need to do to make you---"

He storms up to you. "You have lost your fucking mind," he snaps. "To think I would intentionally hurt you..." Suddenly, he grabs your face, smushing your cheeks. You only look at him.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

He lets your face go, only to grab your wrist and drag you out of the gym and down the hall. He opens the first door he sees, and it looks to be some sort of storage closet.

"What the hell?" You eye him angrily.

He takes a few deep breaths, his big hand on the closed door.

"You want to know why I am so angry with you?" he asks, still not looking at you.

"That would be nice," you say in a snappy tone.

"You compromised so much," he says, "All because you don't fucking listen."

"I know what I did, König! How long will you punish me for it?!" you shout. He claps a hand over your mouth and just stares at you. You look into his eyes, showing no fear. He drops his hand slowly and then pulls up his sniper hood before crushing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss.

"Mm!" you whimper, tucking your hands under his hood into his hair. You both begin stumbling around until your back finally hits a shelf. The things on it shift precariously, and you both pause. After a few breaths, he kisses you again, pushing his knee between your legs.

"You...are a bad girl," he says, his voice rougher than usual. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," you breathe.

"I think that is why I like you so much." His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. "I want you."

"You can have me, König..."

"Any way I want?" he asks, pushing himself against you.

"What do you mean?"

"I...I want to be so deep inside you that you never forget. I want to leave you pleasantly sore so that every time you move, you think of me."

"König," you moan.

"Not here," he says before opening the door slowly and looking out. Suddenly, he's pulling you along again, but this time it's to somewhere familiar—his room.

His room was always so inviting to you. It always smelled nice and was tidy. You usually had time to look around a sit for a while, but this time there was none of that.

As soon as the door is closed, he is on you, pressing so close it's like he's attached to you.

He pulls his sniper hood off in a hurry and swallows your gasp with a desperate, angry kiss. "Are you ready?" he asks, but your brain is so muddled that you're not sure how to answer. Suddenly, his hand is down the front of your pants.

"Ah!" you squeal as he walks you toward the bed, hand staying firmly in your pants. He only takes it out to get you on the bed and practically tears your pants and panties off. His fingers are on and in you in no time as he presses his forehead to yours.

"I'm going to take you," he whispers, "...but I don't want to hurt you."

"Just...do what you want, König..."

He hums happily, sliding himself between your legs to taste you. You can't remember the last time he did this to you, but it is happening now, and it is perfect. He still takes his time getting you ready despite being rushed and frantic.

He doesn't bother taking the rest of his clothes off, but just him having his face revealed to you is enough to make this intimate.

You help him get his belt and buttons undone before he pushes you back down and lifts one leg to his shoulder. You can feel the cool metal of his belt buckle against your too-hot skin.

"When was I inside you last?" he asks. He pushes into you slowly, and you both cry out. "Fuck...I want to stay inside you forever." With one deep thrust, he's entirely inside of you. Your toes curl and he chuckles.

"More! Harder!" you beg

"The Königin gets what she wants," he growls before grabbing your other leg. He grips your hips tightly before thrusting into you fast and hard.

"Oh god! Oh fuck!" you cry. "Fuck me, König." You say it with the perfect accent, pushing him closer to the edge.

"How does it feel?" he asks.

"Amazing," you whimper.

He spreads your legs so he can lie between them now. You wrap them around his waist, and he continues fucking you into his mattress.

"On top," he grunts. "You...on top..." He grabs you and turns you with him, so you are riding him now. You try to keep the same pace. You can for a time, but when he sees you getting tired, he plants his feet flat on the mattress and begins thrusting up into you. Your eyes roll back and you throw your back.

"You look like a goddess," he murmurs. His thumb finds your clit, and he sits up to be closer to you. "Come for me." His calloused thumb rubs you firmly, and you cry out to him. "Yes, my love. Yes," he hisses.

Your fingers claw at his back and shoulders as he pumps into you. After a few more, he grunts loudly and groans your name. He rests his head on your breasts.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, moving his head just enough to look up into your eyes.

You shake your head. "No, König." You try to move off him, but he grabs you tighter.

"Nein...no...stay a little longer. Please?"

"Of course." You run your fingers through his hair, and he sighs.

A little longer turns into the rest of the night and when you wake up beside him, he's already smiling at you.

"Good morning," he says. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Look beautiful even as you sleep. Most people are...not so graceful when they sleep," he says, and you laugh.

"Do you want me to go so you can...shower and everything?" you ask. You both look down at your half-dressed bodies and laugh again.

"You don't have to leave. I was hoping we could do that together." He takes your hand in his and laces his fingers with yours.

"A shower sounds nice," you say, squeezing his hand.

[Masterlist]

[billys-pretty-babe]

Mr Stole Your Girl

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : Nearly 2 weeks after you drunkenly confessed your feelings for your best friend, your boyfriend had found out and the two of you broke up. Now, you're finally Billy's girl.

Warnings : Swearing, infidelity accusations, Billy is competitive

Word count : 1, 230

A/N : Part 2 of Mr Steal Your Girl. There's a time skip, but it's labeled!

"It's because of him isn't it," Chris asked you, eyes studying yours. "No, it's not. I feel like we're not a good fit. I'm a partier, you're not and that's okay." He nodded, still not believing you. "Okay, yeah, I understand." You nodded before leaving his house and sighing, thinking about what you'd do next.

Somehow you ended up on Cherry Lane, car parked right behind the Camaro. You didn't see Neil's truck and decided to round the house to Billy's window as you knocked. His curtains moved, the cherry on his cigarette burning and he smiled around it and unlocked his window.

"Boyfriend letting you come over? How nice of him to share custody." You flicked him off and climbed through his window. "We broke up, thank you very much." His smile fell, "Wait, what?" His heart raced, his stomach lurching slightly but his soul danced on the inside, couple hip thrusts here and there at the news.

You nodded, "I just felt like we were too different plus I lost feelings about two months ago." He winced, "Damn." You nodded, trying to insinuate that you were talking about the night that you told him you'd kiss him. He rubbed the cherry of his cigarette in the ash tray as he pushed his hair back. "Why'd you lose feelings? You seemed like you liked him a lot." You nodded, "I did but I also realized I was in love with someone." His heart stopped and shattered, a gaping hole now in it's place.

"Oh." You nodded. "Are you gonna tell the guy?" You looked at Billy, "I've been trying to give him signals since I showed up to his house but I think all the nicotine has gotten to his head." He looked at you, blinking slowly, trying to comprehend what you were saying. "Say it then." You looked at him and smiled, "I'm in love with you." He smiled, a genuine, smile with teeth.

"Glad the feeling's reciprocated. Swear I fucking fell in love with you when Carol introduced us."

That was three months ago and Billy was everything you could ever want and more especially now that the two of you didn't have the energy to hide your relationship anymore. He was still your flirty best friend but now he could kiss you without crossing a line.

Now

You talked to Carol at your locker, Billy's keys in hand as you waited for him. You knew he was trying to be sneaky but Tommy made it impossible and you laughed, "I know you're there, B." He sighed, "Damn it," he said in your ear, making you jump considering you didn't know how close he had truly gotten to you.

He smacked a fat, wet kiss to your cheek and you laughed, "Gross." He gasped jokingly, "Gross? Says the one that has a spi-" you cut him off by putting your hand over his mouth as he nipped and licked at your palm. "You're like a rabid dog, stop it." He bit you harder and laughed as soon as he was free.

Three lockers away from you slammed shut and the four of you looked over as Chris made eye contact with you, shaking his head and Billy snickered in your ear. "Someone pissed in his Cheerios." You hushed him. "Stop, he's just upset." He hummed and nodded. "I'll see you later, okay?" You nodded and quickly pecked his lips and he hummed, "Maybe I can skip practice." You shook your head. "No you can't. You said yourself that you suck." He scoffed and you laughed.

"Go." He nodded and walked with Tommy and Carol wolf-whistled and Tommy turned around and winked at her. You and Carol went outside to Billy's car and you turned his radio on, having to kill time.

Billy walked into the locker room as Chris shoulder checked him and Tommy looked at Chris. "The fuck?" Chris looked at Tommy. "Oops." Billy hummed, biting his cheek. "So, you guys fucked huh?" Billy looked down slightly, Chris being a few inches shorter than him. "That's none of your business." Chris laughed, "Man, I had a feeling something was going on with you two especially after I saw that Polaroid of all of you at that party, the way you were groping her made me think a little." Tommy scoffed, "He didn't fuck her while you were together." Chris hummed, "Sure, I'll believe it for now," he said as he left the locker room and went to the court.

"Bat shit, I tell you, man," Tommy said as he and Billy walked to their lockers. "He's bat shit because he lost her. Fuck, I'd be bat shit too." Tommy laughed, "You already are." Billy mocked Tommy's laugh and hit the back of his head before changing and going to the court. An hour passed and Billy and Tommy walked to the Camaro and he opened the driver door, "Out, you can't drive for shit." You mocked him and he laughed, gently swatting your ass when your back faced him.

Tommy and Carol bid the two of you farewell and Billy began driving the two of you to your house. You two bound up the stairs and he immediately laid on your bed and you wrinkled your nose, "Are you still sweaty?" He shook his head, "Showered at the school." You nodded and laid beside him and he hummed as you wrapped your arm around his chest.

You immediately removed it, hand going to his jaw and you turned his face and he winced, knowing you found the bruise. "What happened?" He bit his tongue gently, "Got into a little scuffle, nothing to worry about." You looked at him, "With who?" You knew who, they had been going at each other for months, even before you and Billy began dating.

He sighed, "It's not a big deal. It doesn't hurt, just a little bruise, fucked punches like a bitch anyways." You ran your thumb over the bruise and he winced, "Sure seems like it hurts." He looked at you, taking your hand off of his face, "Hurts because it's fresh, it'll be fine in a few hours. He kept saying I fucked you when you guys were together." You sighed, "Just ignore it, we know that we didn't." He nodded.

"But fuck, I sure wanted to kiss you that night." You laughed, "I did too, thankfully I didn't." You both laughed and he pulled you closer to him. "We can kiss now," he said as his face got closer to yours, "and no one would have to know, our little secret."

You laughed and pressed your lips to his and he hummed and held the back of your head as he slowly sat the two of you up, his lips slightly chapped against yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip occasionally as he held you as close as he could because this would never be close enough for him, he physically needed to be sewed to you, he was greedy like that, always needing you beside him, your skin on his to calm him.

The next day when Tommy saw the two of you, he laughed and dapped up Billy before calling him something that made the two of you laugh, "Morning Mister Steal Your Girl." The four of you laughed before going about your day.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 13]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

When Yunho's phone rang while he was gaming, he quickly glanced over, thinking it was one of his friends or his family members. But when he saw your name, his eyes widened as he threw his headphones to the side.

"H-Hello?" He cleared his throat.

"Hey, are you busy?"

"Uh, nope! Not at all, totally free, not doing anything!" Yunho replied. I mean, he was mid game with Yeosang and San but that didn't count as being 'busy'. He heard you laugh on the other end.

"I made food. Want to come over and eat?"

"C-Come over? As in, to your house? A-And eat?" Yunho's eyes nearly bulged out of his face.

"Yes...? Where else would I mean when I say 'come over'? Are you okay? You're acting weird. There's no obligation, Yunho. If you're busy, that's fine."

"No! I'm free! I-I mean, I'm fine." He replied, slapping a hand over his mouth. The more he talked, the more he was embarrassing himself.

"Alright...? I'll send you my address. Come over whenever you're available."

You hung up just like that. Yunho pulled the device away from his ear, staring at his phone in surprise, as if what just happened was a dream. But the notification sound made him jump, a sign that it was very real. It was a text from you with your address. He totally ignored Yeosang and San calling for him in game.

"Hey guys. I've got to go." He said absentmindedly and left the game, leaving the two to fight the enemies on their own. Yunho suddenly shot out of his seat.

"I have to get ready." The first thing he did was jump into the shower so he would smell fresh.

"What should I get?" Yunho dried his hair, his other hand scrolling on his phone.

He wanted to bring some sort of gift since it is his first time going to your place and he didn't want to show up empty handed. Yunho usually brings food but you're a chef, what can he bring?

"Wine?" He stood in front of his wine fridge. There wasn't much, all these bottles were gifted by his father.

"No, I shouldn't just give alcohol." He scratched his head.

"Jeong Yunho! Don't waste time." He slapped his cheeks, realising how much time he was wasting deliberating over this. After rummaging through his cabinets, he finally picked something. He stuffed it into a paper bag and left.

*DING DONG*

You wiped your hands on your tea towel and went to open the door for Yunho to come in. You left the door open for him to take his time to remove his shoes and went back to the stove.

"Pardon my intrusion." Yunho said, removing his shoes at the doorway. He walked in and was amazed by your house.

"Close your mouth, flies might go in." You chuckled as you moved around the kitchen.

"Wow. This kitchen might be bigger than the one at the restaurant..." Yunho said. He had never been in a house where the kitchen took up most of the main space.

"That's physically impossible." You scoffed a laugh as Yunho slid onto one of the bar stools, watching you cook.

"Oh! I brought this for you. Thank you for having me over." Yunho held the paper bag out with a bow. You shot him a questioning look.

"You're oddly formal... There's no need for gifts." You said.

"I wanted to. I noticed that you prefer drinking cold brew coffee over iced americanos... I brought my favourite brand of cold brew coffee packs for you to try." Yunho explained. He watched as your expression morphed from surprised to one of interest. You received the paper bag and looked at the contents.

"Thanks, I really appreciate this. I do love cold brew, didn't think you noticed." You said, studying the cold brew packs, intrigued and excited to try them in due time.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Yunho offered, pulling up the sleeves of his sweater.

"No need. It's almost done." You said.

"Your kitchen is really nice." Yunho complimented. You had carefully curated each part of your kitchen, from the tiling to the table top materials. You wanted it to be your dream kitchen.

"Thank you. It took a while to save up enough and piece everything together but I'm happy with it." You said.

"Is everything marble?" Yunho asked, smoothing his hands against the counter top.

"These are granite. The main island here is marble since I work pastry on the marble." You explained. Yunho got off his seat and came into the kitchen space.

"Give me a kitchen tour!" Yunho grinned. Lowering the flame, you stepped away from the stove and began to explain the kitchen details to Yunho. Even if he didn't really understand what some things meant, he still listened intently and with interest.

"La Cornue is a good brand, I'm assuming?" Yunho laughed. You nodded your head.

"It's a very good brand." You said, referencing your range cooker. Your time suddenly beeped, making the both of you jump. Moving Yunho aside, you took the large pot out of the oven.

"Ooh." Yunho looked on curiously. When you opened the lid, Yunho sniffed the air, leaning over to peek at the contents.

"I don't know what that is but it looks and smells so good." Yunho said, making you laugh.

"This is short rib bourguignon. You mentioned one of your favourite foods is galbi jjim (Korean braised beef short ribs). I wanted you to try the French version." You explained.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that." Yunho grinned excitedly.

"You can pair it with mashed potatoes or pasta. I have both. The mash has roasted garlic in it." You informed.

"Is it okay if I have both?" He asked shyly. Honestly, both options sounded so good to him. You nodded and plated it up for him, giving him two plates of food, one with the fresh pasta and the other with roasted garlic mashed potatoes. Yunho watched in awe as you effortlessly lifted the bone and the meat fell off.

"The beef is so soft that it's falling off the bone." He said. You nodded, putting the bones aside. After fixing yourself a portion with fresh pasta, you sat with Yunho to eat.

"The meat doesn't even taste like meat. It melts when you eat it. And the sauce is so rich!" Yunho let out little sounds of happiness.

"I'm glad you like it." You said, taking a bite of your food.

"I love it! I don't think I can ever choose my favourite dish that you've cooked but for now, this is the best. Can't believe I'm saying it's better than that sandwich you gave me the other time." He said.

"Really? You like this better than the reuben sandwich?" You teased him. He nodded his head vigorously.

"So how is this French version different?" Yunho asked.

"You brown the short ribs first to get colour and flavour then you add red wine, stock and vegetables. Traditionally, following its name, you use Burgundy wine. You basically want to cook it really slow to break the meat down." You explained to him.

"To give added flavour, I roasted bone marrow too. You put it in a hot oven until it becomes soft and melty then you can use a spoon and scrape it in. Fancy places serve it with bread." You informed.

"You eat it like butter?" Yunho's eyes were wide.

"Yeah. I'll let you try it on its own next time." You said with a small smile. Yunho's heart warmed at the prospect of next time.

"I never knew other cuisines had something similar to galbi jjim." Yunho noted.

"Every cuisine has their own version of a dish. The premise of this is similar to galbi jjim, in which you stew beef ribs for a long time but the flavours are so different." You said.

"Thank you for introducing this to me. I always learn a lot about food from you." Yunho smiled softly, his cheeks blushing a light pink.

"I ramble a lot when food or cooking is the topic. You have to tell me if I go overboard." You waved him off.

"Never. You make learning about food fun and I, now, know there's such a big world of food out there that I've never known about before." Yunho shook his head in denial of your words with a kind smile. Yunho felt like he could listen to you talk for hours and he would never get tired of it.

"These mashed potatoes are really smooth. I can taste other flavours in there." Yunho said, scooping a bit of plain mashed potatoes to taste it on its own.

"Besides roasted garlic, I infused the milk cream mixture with some thyme and rosemary. And instead of using a regular masher, I used a potato ricer, giving a fluffier mash." You told him.

"Do you just put garlic in the oven? It's not a harsh garlic taste, it's mellow and nutty." He asked.

"You cut off the top to expose the cloves then drizzle oil and salt over. Wrap it up and toss it into the oven until soft and gooey."

"Can you teach me how to make it some day? My brother loves mashed potatoes and I would want him to try some." Yunho requested, giving you puppy eyes.

"Sure." You agreed.

"Would you like seconds?" You noticed his empty bowls.

"Can I?" His eyes lit up. You nodded with a small laugh, rounding the counter to go get him another portion with mashed potatoes. He seemed to prefer that pairing over pasta. You poured sparkling water into two glasses, squeezing lime wedges in.

"Here. To cut the greasiness." You placed the glass down on the counter. You realised you were probably not a very good host, not offering him a drink the moment he entered.

The only people that you had over were Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho. And they were familiar enough to help themselves to anything in your house.

"I'm not a very good host. I don't usually have people over. So just help yourself to anything you need, okay?" You sighed.

"(y/n), don't say that. Just be comfortable. I'm grateful you invited me here and are feeding me." He smiled.

"Mmm..." You hummed.

"But me being here, does this mean we're friends?" Yunho brought up, a hopeful glint in his eyes. You turned to look at him oddly, you tilted your head.

"Are we not already friends?" You asked, not hiding how puzzled you were. Yunho's eyes widened slowly.

"Ah! I-I mean we are! I just- I thought it would be rude of me to assume! S-So I just asked..." His voice slowly died down as you left him flustered, stuttering and stumbling over his words. His ears turned red and a small pout appeared on his lips as he turned away from you to hide.

"You're fun to tease, Yunho." You laughed. Yunho pursed his lips before he burst out laughing as well. His heart felt warm, you had already thought of him as a friend.

"But in all honesty, I'm not exactly a fun person to be friends with." You shrugged.

"Why do you say that?"

"I'm not outgoing, I don't trust people easily, I'd rather keep to myself or live in my own head." You said with a slightly bitter chuckle, as if those words had been thrown at you by someone else before.

"I don't think those are bad things, (y/n). Those aren't negatives, nothing to be ashamed of." Yunho said.

"I never said I was ashamed." You raised an eyebrow.

"Now I know you're really messing with me." He pouted. You couldn't help but laugh again, reaching out to pat his head. Your eyes widened when you realised what you were doing.

"Sorry!" You pulled away immediately. This was the second time this has happened.

"N-No! Don't apologise. I don't mind it, really. " Yunho smiled softly. It brought him some sort of pride that your subconscious mind was relaxed around him to the point where you just naturally made physical contact with him.

"Do I remind you of a dog? Because Hongjoong hyung and San said I remind them of one, an overly excited one." He tilted his head, tapping his chin.

"Like an adorable golden retriever puppy." You said.

"You think I'm adorable?" He beamed. Of course that was the only thing Yunho picked up.

"I... Never mind." You chewed on your bottom lip. Yunho chuckled at how you avoided the conversation, looking away. You stood up and brought your empty bowl to the sink.

"Can I help you do the dishes? It's the least I can do since you made me such a delicious meal." Yunho offered, standing up as well.

"But-"

"If you're going to go on about how I'm a guest and you can't let me do that, save it. Because I am stubborn and won't listen." He pointed his nose up.

"Fine. Just put it on the rack when you're done." You sighed in defeat. Yunho nodded with a victorious grin. While you brought the dishes to the back for him to wash, you wiped down the counters, the stove and the island where you were working earlier. You put the leftovers in a container, storing them in the fridge.

"Umm, Yunho. I hope you don't think I was insulting you by saying you remind me of a puppy. I didn't mean to call you a dog." You suddenly said, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Of course I don't think that way, (y/n). Don't forget, you called me adorable." Yunho said.

"Right..." You sighed.

"Plus, Hongjoong hyung and San call me an overly excited dog too. I don't think it's offensive. Dogs are cute, loyal and friendly, all good traits." He shrugged.

"I guess that's one way to look at it..." You mumbled but Yunho heard you.

"Hang on. Turn to me." You instructed. Yunho held his wet hands up, careful not the drip water all over your floors.

"Bend down a little." You waved him closer to you. Gently, you hooked the apron over his head, reaching around his waist to tie the strings in a knot. Yunho's eyes widened at your close proximity, you were practically hugging him.

"There, so your clothes don't get wet from the washing." You said as you pulled away. Yunho was frozen for 2 seconds, his cheeks and ears were red.

"T-Thanks." He stuttered before turning back to do the dishes.

"You should sit! Take a break from cooking today. I can manage." Yunho insisted.

"I don't think it's nice to leave you here on your own though. Especially since you're doing my dishes for me." You clicked your tongue.

"It's fine! And the couch is right there, you're not leaving me." He said. Yunho actually just wanted some space alone to collect himself. He loves hugs, yet he has never felt so flustered by one before.

"Alright... If you insist." You went to sit at the couch. Yunho exhaled softly, he knew you didn't mean to hug him but he didn't know why he was feeling so lost.

"Oh, hey Hwa." He heard you speak, you must be on the phone with Seonghwa. Although Yunho tried his best not the eavesdrop, there wasn't much you were saying to Seonghwa. You mainly let out acknowledging hums and 'yes's. Yunho also noticed that you didn't mention that he was here.

Was it something that was important to mention to Seonghwa? Yunho didn't know. But it wasn't his place to say anything. He was here as a guest, a grateful, well-fed guest.

"I'll see you tomorrow... Woo is picking me so I'll see you at the restaurant... Goodnight." You hung up.

"Yunho, you don't have to wash everything. Just the plates will do. I'll do the rest later or tomorrow." You said from your spot on the couch.

"It's fine, (y/n)! It's really not much." He replied, continuing to help you wash your cooking spoons, saucepans and prep bowls. He knew he shouldn't wash your knife.

"I'll just leave your knife to the side!" He said, he didn't want to risk ruining your knife.

"Yeah, leave that. I'll wash that on my own." You told him.

"All done." Yunho wiped his hands, removing the apron and hanging it onto the hook by the side of the fridge.

"Thanks, Yunho." You smiled. He excused himself to use the restroom and you gave him directions on which door. The hallway was dark but Yunho managed to find his own way there without accidentally stumbling into the wrong room.

"Geez, Yunho ah. What was that?" He asked his reflection, slapping his cheeks.

"It wasn't even a real hug..." He mumbled. After using the restroom, Yunho splashed his cheeks with cold water, wiping his hands with a tissues before exiting.

"(y/n)." Yunho called but there was no reply. Emerging from the hallway, he saw you fast asleep on the couch.

"(y/n)?" He called out to you softly. You didn't budge or move at all, you were really asleep. He approached you with light steps.

Yunho carefully leaned down, taking in your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful. But there was a small frown on your face. Yunho used his thumb to gently ease the tension between your brows.

Fortunately, you didn't wake up. You just relaxed, the frown on your face disappearing thanks to him.

"Blanket..." He spotted the folded throw blanket on the other side of the couch and unfolded it, draping it over you and tucking you in.

"You must have been tired." He said with a soft sigh, sitting in front of the couch. Now, he felt guilty that you cooked to the point where you tired yourself out. Reaching out, he moved your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ears so it wouldn't tickle you and bother you while you slept.

Now that Yunho could see your face much closer, he realised how different you looked, compared to when you were working at the restaurant.

There, you were so cool, a confident leader that instructed your team with charisma and finesse, leaving people in awe.

Now, you looked so vulnerable that Yunho had the urge to hug you and protect you. But he wouldn't take advantage of you like that while you were asleep.

'Thank you for the wonderful, delicious meal. Sorry for tiring you out so much! I didn't want to leave you on the couch but I also didn't want to assume which was your bedroom and move you.

Thanks again for having me over, I had a great time. Let's do this again! I'll see you tomorrow at the restaurant. Goodnight, (y/n).

- Yunho'

When he was done writing, Yunho placed the sticky note on the counter table. He grabbed his coat and walked back to where you were asleep.

"Goodnight, (y/n)." He wished in a whisper and wore his shoes before quietly leaving your apartment and going home.

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[bestedoesmeow]

Hi!! I found Charles Leclerc fic on my notes app so why not share it with you!

CHARLES L. X reader

Plot is, you were Max’s ex gf who was working as a health staff at Haas F1 team but he broke up with you suddenly, without saying anything. After a while Charles and your friendship grew strong and turned into a relationship and he proposed. Story tells a day from your life after the engagement.

There are french words I used. I translated them from translator so if there is any fault forgive me lmao

Hope you enjoy it waiting for your comments!

TW: kissing, mentions of s3x

* Under The Influence

You encountered Max as you were making your way back to your paddock not long after word of your engagement had spread. And it had only been two months since that devastating scene in his car that you could still clearly recall how your heart ached when you heard his words coming at you out of the darkness and how he made you hate yourself for once again trusting him. You didn't deserve any of those things, words, or revolting conduct. He was strolling you by quickly, his ocean blue eyes glistening with rage. You wanted to smack him in the face, kick him in the balls, and shout at him how much you detested him. Rather, you changed your direction and took a big breath in order to get lunch and visit Charles. It was never an easy thing to digest for you but Charles had always been by your side. All of the harsh media comments and paddock conversations. You thought you were no longer able to bear the weight on your shoulders, so you gnawed on your lips and fingernails all night long. Then, though, you realized that you were actually mistaken. Despite the fact that everything was Max's fault, you were confident he hadn't even sued himself for what happened.

You saw how kind and respectful someone's heart can be while being dedicated to his work as the days went on, and your love and respect for Charles grew day by day.

'' Bienvenue mon amour, I missed you, haven't seen you around the paddock all day.''

Charles said as he drank from his water bottle while wearing a fireproof suit. After being placed under his shoulder, you quickly reached out to kiss him on the cheek. However, he quickly put his hands at the sides of your neck and pulled you into a passionate kiss that could cause you to melt on the ground. That man definitely knew what he was doing. Your lips attracted to each other first like you two were seeking it. His hands were gently massaging your neck while they were moving in time with one other. You let your hands gently flutter through his hair and let him put his tongue inside your mouth. You didn't care at all if anyone was watching as you stood in the middle of the field. You couldn't move because you were so startled. His tongue was gliding slowly on yours as you drifted away to take a breath .

''I'll stop by your hotel tonight before leaving.''

'' Okay.'' You replied as he kissed the top of your head. After that intense moment, you grabbed lunch at Carlos and Charles' trailer while watching the two teammates' favorite television show Money Heist. You could have thought about that hateful look in Verstappen's eyes and how it made you feel just an hour ago, but instead you just enjoyed the company of your two favorite people and their little fights, as well as Charles' joyful chuckles.

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'' Je serai la à 8 heures' Vous avez une urgence ?''( I'll be there at 8 pm is there an emergency?) Charles arrived at your hotel an hour after you left the racetrack, as you were packing your luggage in your hotel room and he was on the phone in his sweatpants. You had left the paddock about six in the morning. When he hung up the phone, you sat down next to him on the bed and began playing with his hair. You were leaving for Abu Dhabi the following day, and he had thought it would be nice to spend the night out in Mexico. However, after that phone call, it seemed nearly impossible for you two to do that. In addition, you were concerned that something was wrong with his family.

'' Is there something wrong Charles?'' You said trying to figure things out from his facial expressions. He turned his face to you half way and grabbed your hand, playing with his hair and gave it a kiss before starting to speak.

'' It's on Ferrari, nothing to worry about cheri, I am sorry that I have to go. I promised you the night but-''

'' Oh, cut the bullshit Leclerc, its okay I am glad there is nothing wrong, you go to the meeting I'll wait for you to finish with it even if it'd be too late we just do Netflix and chill huh?''

'' I can't wait to come back to hotel and spend the night, bébé, Je vous aime.''

You loved to hear his French accent while talking English but while talking his own language it was almost a lullaby to your ears. You looked at his half open eyes before kissing him on his lips. 

 '' Also can't wait for to kiss you without having anyone around, slowly, peacefully.''

You smiled at his words before touching his nape. '' You are gonna be late, C'mon.''

He let a little chuckle and took his wallet, car keys with his phone before heading to the door. 

'' See you, then.''

'' See you, yes.''

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When you finished eating dinner and taking a shower, it was about ten o'clock. While using your Mac to watch The Office, you were dressed in a team sweater with pajama bottoms. You believed it was probably Charles when you heard a nearly silent knock on your door. Even though you didn't want to admit it, you really missed Charles. His demanding schedule and your busy schedule prevented you from spending time with him in the paddock, and you were equally as eager for the coming winter break. You practically sprinted to open the door.

'' I am sorry for being late. I suppose we can still watch Netflix and relax?

''I prefer to spend the night with you alone tho, I was not really in the mood to go out. Charles hugged you tightly before putting his nose to your hair and inhaling deeply of your shampoo.

'' You smell délicieuse, you took a shower?''

As you see him took off his sweater and staying in his white t-shirt, you nod in agreement.

''You're hungry? Room service is available.''

He pulled you from your hand onto the bed and remarked, "No, no, I had dinner honey, what are we watching?" Before pulling you onto his top, he laid on the bed.

''On the drive here, I waited for that exact moment.''

You made yourself comfortable on top of him before letting him kiss you as he wished. In any case, he was the greatest, and you loved to feel the warmth of his hands, body, and tongue. You were playing with his cotton-soft hair while his hands made steady, slow, tease-inducing movements on your back. You adored how he felt beneath your fingertips. He quickly moved over to you and smirked at you. He touched you under your hoodie and asked,

''Puis-je.''

"You are in charge."

[midnightsnyx]

what if i told you (i love you) part 3 - joel miller

pairing: joel miller!fem reader

chapter summary: with Joel and Ellie still in Jackson, you try to navigate your confusing feelings towards Joel. warnings: small mentions of violence, angst, fluff, swearing I think. let me know if i missed anything please! also this isn't edited at all. if you know tlou and wanna beta this story, that would be lovely <3 word count: 3k masterlist series masterpost ask box tag list form

authors note: thought I abandoned this story? same. so it's been a hot minute, and I'm not sure if anyone is still interested in this story but it's been in the back of my mind and then 3k words poured out of me at work today. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I hope you like it anyways. I'll tag the people who asked, but I know it's been MONTHS so if you want to be removed from the tag list, send me a message and if you want to be added to the list, fill out this form. if you've got any questions, comments or thoughts, my ask box is here or just leave a comment in the notes:). thanks for reading, like & hit that reblog button if you enjoy it🩵

When Jack was first born, you went through a rough time. You were a new mom in a post-apocalyptic world and still trying to get over the betrayal you felt from Joel. You spent many nights at the kitchen table with Maria or Avery, crying or sitting in silence and feeling numb. The hardest nights were when you missed him, because that meant feeling weak and you hated letting yourself feel like you needed him. 

Your task of avoiding him during his stay in Jackson is becoming particularly difficult because of the duckling you seem to have acquired. Ellie trails after you nearly anywhere you and Jack go and Joel has no intention of letting Ellie out of his sight for longer than a few hours. A small part of you is jealous that he seems to see the girl as a daughter when he wouldn’t even accept Jack but you can’t blame her, so you let her tag along while pretending Joel isn’t always hovering in the background like a mother hen. During movie night, you seat Jack with Ellie and go stand in the back with the adults. Brad, one of the men around your age immediately comes over and tries to strike up a conversation with you. He’s nice enough, and not hard on the eyes but you never really let yourself make time for dating. You have your hands full with your kid so you just smile politely but entertain him, listening to him talk about going on patrol but tune him out when he begins bragging about taking out a pack of clickers. You know his story isn’t true because Avery was on the same patrol as him and told you when the clickers showed up, he hid while everyone else took care of it. 

At some point, you can feel a pair of eyes on you and immediately you know who it is without having to look. You’re trying to ignore it but his eyes feel like they’re burning a hole in your head so you turn to look and as you do, he quickly walks out of the building. You don’t know what comes over you, but you excuse yourself from your conversation with Brad and follow Joel outside. He didn’t go far, you find him leaning against the wall near the door a few feet away, arms crossed and deep in thought. It’s close to impossible to sneak up on him unless he’s feeling safe or is with someone he trusts. You’re apparently neither anymore because his head shoots up as soon as you get close.

He stares at you, mouth opening and closes a few times before he looks back at the ground and scuffing his boot in the dirt. You’ve no idea why you even followed him out here in the first place and after a few more seconds of silence, you start to head back inside but his voice stops you just as it did a few nights ago. He still has this invisible hold on you and you can’t understand why.

“Sarah,” he mumbles so quietly you wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t silent outside. “Her name was Sarah and she was my entire world and she’s gone.”

Tommy had admitted to you on one of your bad nights while he and Maria were trying to comfort you that Joel had lost a daughter. You’d put two and two together after Tommy made the memorial with Maria’s late son and the name Sarah who you knew was neither of theirs.

“Yeah,” you whisper, hating the ache in your chest you feel for him. You can’t imagine losing Jack but you don’t know if you can accept what he is insinuating. You can hear him walk towards you and you fight the urge to leave because as much as you don’t want to be around him, this is the first time he’s opened up to you. 

“I thought it’d be replacin’ her,” he mumbles and you realize he means Jack. That accepting another child would mean replacing his late daughter. 

You turn around to find him closer than you were expecting and take a step backwards, almost toppling backwards but his arms reach out and catch you. He doesn’t let go immediately, hands firm and steady gripping your arms exactly how you remember. For a moment, neither of you move. It’s as if you’re in a trance and it only breaks when the door flies open and Jack comes running out the door with Ellie chasing after him.

You pull away from Joel, picking up Jack when he reaches for you. 

“Mama! The movie’s over,” he says and then frowns. “You were gone.”

“I came out for some fresh air.”

He grumbles and tucks his face in the crook of your neck. “‘S cold,” 

You’re about to respond when Joel shrugs his thick brown jacket off and drapes it over Jack but it’s big enough that it covers you as well. 

You mumble a quiet thanks, ignoring the curious look Ellie gives you both and bid goodbye to the both of them, promising the girl that you would see her tomorrow. 

It was inevitable, you realize, sitting at the table listening to Jack tell Joel and Ellie a story you’d told him too often. 

“And-and then the Prince saved the Princess from a huge monster who’s teeth go click click click and then they went to Fred and Bob’s house for dinner!” 

You can feel Joel’s eyes on you the entire time Jack is telling them the story. He’s clearly piecing together that this isn’t just some made up story you told your son but a kid-friendly version of something that happened between you and Joel. It was shortly before you left Boston, Joel and yourself going to Bill and Franks for something. You’d been distracted because it was just after you found out you were pregnant and hadn’t told anyone yet and you turned your back for a split second while you were in the wrong place and nearly torn apart by a clicker. Joel had been furious, saying you needed to be more careful but he couldn’t have been that mad because after lecturing you for ten minutes, he’d pinned you against a tree and kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name.

It was one of the last times he had kissed you before you told him you were pregnant and then left Boston. 

“Quite a story,” Joel says, looking at Jack who proudly smiles at the older man's comment. “Does the Princess have a name?”

Jack gives you a curious look and when you don’t say anything, he shrugs and looks back at Joel.

“Mama never said.” 

Ellie snickers quietly, obviously also realizing that the story is based on actual events. Joel gives her a look but she doesn’t back down despite his glare. She leans towards Jack and grins. 

“Do you have any more stories about the Prince and Princess?” 

Simultaneously, you and Joel both say “no” a little too loudly which earns the two of you some looks. 

“I think it’s time for someone to go to school,” you say, standing up and offering your hand to Jack who grumbles but climbs off his chair and requests to be picked up by you rather than walk. You know you’re probably babying him but he’s growing too quick and soon he won’t want to be carried around by his mom so you’re cherishing every moment. 

You chance a look at Joel before you leave and he’s wearing the softest expression you’ve probably ever seen on him and it makes your stomach do somersaults and cheeks warm. It’s probably a bad idea, no it’s definitely a bad idea but when it comes to Joel Miller, you always made bad choices. 

“You guys can walk with us if you’d like,” you say and Ellie is out of her chair before you even finish the sentence. Joel looks a little more hesitant but he still doesn’t like going far without the girl in his sight so he follows the three of you outside. 

Of course by the time you get to the small school Jackson has, Jack is more than happy to go in and play with his friends. He gives you, Ellie, and a startled Joel hugs before running inside without looking back. You’re grateful that you have a place here where Jack can have as close to a normal childhood one can have in this world. You can’t imagine if you’d stayed in Boston what kind of upbringing he would’ve had. You certainly don’t miss it there, aside from the nights you missed Joel which were far and few in between up until he showed up here. The reason he’s here is still unclear although you have a suspicion Tommy knows more than what he’s told you and even Maria. The length of Joel and Ellie’s stay is also not known. You were expecting them to just need to stop and get supplies before continuing their journey but they’re still here and you have no idea when they’ll be leaving.   

You’re not sure what possessed you to invite Joel and Ellie to your little house for dinner but here you are, chopping vegetables to make soup. Jack is still at school and the soup will take time to cook but Ellie insisted on helping you prepare it and Joel said he needed to go see Tommy. It’s kind of nice to have company even if it’s in the form of a fourteen year old. Said fourteen year old has been awfully quiet the past twenty minutes and you can tell she’s wanting to ask you something but is stopping herself. 

“Go ahead,” you eventually say, tired of her silence. 

“Joel is Jack’s dad, isn’t he?” 

You’re so tempted to say no, only for the fact that she obviously looks up to Joel and you don’t know who she would look at as the bad guy. And honestly is the best policy, right?

“Yeah,” you tell her, noticing when her shoulders deflate. 

She’s quiet for another five minutes before asking, “Did Joel tell you to leave?”

You’re quick to answer this question because as wrong as what Joel did was, it was your decision to leave Boston and you don’t want to put some wedge between them.

“No, I left because I wanted a better life for Jack.” It’s not a complete lie, Joel is part of why you left but you really did want a better life for your son than what he would’ve had in Boston. 

“Alright,” she eventually says and then: “Can you pass me another carrot?” 

And that’s that. You both chat about random things, she tells you some terrible puns and you buckle and reluctantly tell her some more stories of when you, Joel and Tess lived in Boston. She tells you that Joel won’t talk about Tess and she feels guilty about her death. You listen quietly, letting her spill out things she must have been holding in knowing Joel didn’t want to hear it. 

“I knew Tess really well,” you tell her. “She wouldn’t have done what she did if she didn’t think it was worth it.” 

Ellie looks at you hesitantly. “Yeah?”

You nod and she smiles a little before asking if she can come with you to pick up Jack, but you tell her that Avery is going to pick him up and drop him here. Since you’ve got some quiet time, you decide to do some cleaning while Ellie goes to the house she and Joel have been staying at to take a shower. 

It’s a couple hours later when there’s a knock on your door and you’re figuring it’s Avery with Jack so when you open the door, you almost drop the broom you’re holding when you see Joel standing in front of you and Jack in his arms. You start to ask why Joel has Jack and where Avery is when you see the woman in question standing at the bottom of the stairs with a sheepish smile on her face. 

“We, uh, ran into Mr. Miller on our way here and Jack insisted that he come with us,” she explains but you can’t stop looking at the duo in front of you. Jack is smiling, arms wrapped around Joel’s neck and telling him a story but Joel is watching you warily, like he’s expecting you to yell or something.

“Hi mama,” Jack says but makes no move to leave Joel’s arms. In fact, he looks very pleased that the older man is carrying him. 

“Hi baby,” you reply, unsure what to do. You don’t want to upset Jack by taking him from Joel but you can’t tell if the latter is uncomfortable. Avery, sensing the tension, smiles brightly and waves awkwardly.

“I gotta go feed Lucy,” she says, already walking backwards. “See ya, Jack!”

Jack shouts goodbye to Avery and you finally snap out of your stupor, stepping back to let Joel walk inside. He toes off his boots and you’re about to offer to take his jacket when you realize he’s not wearing one because you never gave him it back last night. 

“Dinner smells good,” he says, following you to the living room where Jack finally wriggles out of Joel’s arms but only to get a toy to show him. 

“Look Mr. Miller,” the boy says, offering a wooden train that you gave him for his birthday. An older gentleman in the town made it for you after hearing Jack talking about how much he loved looking at pictures of trains. 

“That’s a really nice train,” Joel compliments, sitting down on the couch. Jack immediately climbs up and settles down next to him, chatting about the toy and you watch as Joel listens intently, nodding at the right times and you remember that he’s done this before, it may have been twenty years ago, but he’s dealt with an excited almost five-year-old.

The front door opening and closing tears your attention away from them and you look to find Ellie walking towards you, shrugging off her jacket. She lays it on the rocking chair and then plops down next to Jack, shooting you a small smile. There’s something in her expression that is sadder than when she left and you wonder if something happened since she left but you don’t bother asking her now. Instead, you go set the table and check the soup to make sure it’s done before calling everyone to the kitchen. Jack makes sure his chair is as close to Joel’s as he can get it so he can keep talking to him.

You have heavily conflicted feelings about the relationship growing between them. On one hand, it’s kind of nice that Jack is getting to know his dad, even if he doesn’t know Joel is his father. On the other hand, if you let Jack get too attached to Joel, it’ll break his heart when he and Ellie leave. So, you decide tonight after Jack is gone to bed and Ellie goes home, you’ll sit Joel down and ask him why he’s here and when he’s leaving.

Of course that doesn’t happen because Ellie and Jack pass out on the sofa after reading every children's book you own and you and Joel end up sitting at the table, drinking some liquor Maria had given you that you never got around to drinking. You’re not drunk, but you’re tipsy enough that you feel relaxed around Joel and laugh at whatever he’s saying. It almost feels like Boston, when the days were so long and dark that all you wanted to do was sit and drink with him and eventually wind up in bed together. 

Except now, you’ve got two kids who are sleeping in the living room and no intention of going to bed with him. Well, maybe if you let yourself have a few more glasses and if there weren’t kids in the other room but that’s just the alcohol in your system making you think things you shouldn’t.

“Do you remember when Frank asked how long we’d been dating?” He asks and you snort at the memory. You didn’t know at the time why Frank would even think that since you and Joel had been bickering the entire time you were at dinner, and Tess had to tell the two of you to knock it off multiple times. She had choked on her water when you asked why Frank thought you were dating and he said that it was because the two of you reminded him of Bill and himself.  

“Yeah, Tess nearly choked because she was laughing when we simultaneously shouted no and then Bill caught us making out behind his house,” you say, smiling behind a sip of your drink. He doesn’t react to you saying Tess’s name and just shakes his head with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He tilts his head a little so he’s looking at you and not the ceiling. 

“If I thought it covered the pain I caused you, I’d say sorry,” he says quietly and a little broken. 

You look away, swallowing loudly. “Well, sorry would be a start.” 

You don’t say that you’re not sure if you can forgive him, even if he did say sorry. Even if he knelt in front of you and begged, you’re not sure if you could push past the last five years. Every night you spent sobbing into your pillow in Boston while you waited for him to come back after you told him you were pregnant. Every bad night you had here in Jackson, thinking of why he did it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers softly, like it’s a secret. 

Blinking back tears, you clear your throat and nod. “Thank you.” 

Thank you but I can’t forgive you, goes unsaid. But a little voice in the back of your mind whispers, I can't forgive you yet and you can’t help but believe it a little bit.

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A Sensual Surprise 🩵

Satoru Gojo X Black Fem Reader smut🤎💦 (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️)

It's four in the morning and you're long gone fast asleep in bed, having drifted off to sleep hours and hours ago.

The place is quiet, not a single sound in your apartment except for the soft, minor key ambient music playing from your Macbook on the dresser a few feet from your bed.

It's a fairly new discovery for you, ambient music. The ethereal eleven hour long youtube video with visuals of space and surreal looking art of planets showed from the dimmed down laptop screen. It was the perfect way to help you get a full nights sleep, especially during times like these when Satoru is off somewhere being a hero.

Sometimes it's a few days, others it's weeks, and then the worst ones of all...when he's gone for a month or more.

It's been eight weeks since Satoru had to leave for Europe, Austria to be exact. You'd never been, yet you always hear folks saying how it's so beautiful, and so of course you were excited and suggested to come along with him this time. But Satoru's protective over you, and always thinks realistically.

"You know that's not a good idea. I can't be worried about your safety while I'm working." He'd said, his tone dead serious yet soft.

"I know..." You sighed with a disappointed frown, feeling your heart sink to your feet.

"Just stay home, baby. I'll come back." He hummed, lifting your chin up and leaning down to plant a little kiss on your lips.

You don't get to really talk to him much during these times when he's working from far away, the time zones and overall busyness making it nearly impossible to communicate for longer than a few short texts back and forth, or a couple minutes phone call.

At this point you felt you were basically in a long distance relationship, but you love Satoru, so you're always faithful and wait for him to come back home with as much patience as you can muster.

Tonight though, your wait would soon be over. Satoru had been planning his surprise for you days before he'd get on his flight back to Japan, and now he could finally execute it in real time.

He eased his way into the apartment, shutting the front door quietly and making his way to the bedroom. One by one he sheds off his clothes and sets down the bags on bags of random gifts and trinkets he got for you while in Austria.

He couldn't help the wide, loving smile that made it's way across his lips as he watched your sleeping form on the queen sized bed. His heart was so warmed, he found you just so damn cute with your relaxing music on to help you sleep without him.

You were laying on your back, wearing your light blue, satin bonnet with a cute bow that he picked out for you himself a few months ago at the quaint new beauty supply store you'd tried out. He knew you always wore that one specifically whenever he was away. He made a mental note to steal it and wear it himself tomorrow when you finally take it off just to mess with you and make you laugh.

He eagerly pulls the sheets and comforter from the foot of the bed, untucking it as he sneaks underneath. You've always been an extremely light sleeper, hearing every single little noise, so over time he's gotten his technique together so he doesn't prematurely wake you up and scare you.

He gets to around your pretty thighs, slowly opening your legs so he could rest himself right in between. He pauses, feeling you slightly stir and try to reposition your legs how you had them before, yet stop when your body gives up.

"Don't wake up, baby..." He coos barely above a whisper, using all his might not to rush into his plan.

You're wearing your usual sleep attire, nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. He'd prefer it if you skipped on the panties as it would make what he's about to do easier, but he can work with it.

Satoru shifts your legs over his broad, muscular shoulders, licking his lips excitedly as he goes to slowly shift your cute, black panties to the side. You stir again, this time a bit more than before, but by now he doesn't really care too much. His warm lips graze and brush against your soft, smooth thighs, basking in the feeling of your skin against his once again.

He plants the most gentlest kisses up each leg, up and up until he reaches his most precious treasure.

All it took was one kiss against your clit to wake you, jumping slightly as your hands fly downwards to his head underneath the covers. You let out a noise of shock and confusion, your mind feeling disoriented since you were so abruptly ripped out of your sleep.

Satoru continues on anyways as if nothing even happened, stroking your thighs with his hands as he gives a long, slow lick between your folds. A blend between a gasp and moan breaks past your lips, eyes widening as you rip the blankets away.

You're speechless, only able to look down in astonishment. Blue eyes meet your pretty dark brown ones, a light chuckle vibrating against your pussy.

"S-Satoru..?" You mutter breathily, your voice a bit raspy and weak.

"Mhmm." He moans back, running circles around your clit with his tongue. You wanted to talk more, tell him you're so glad he's back, and that you missed him so much, but the way he's eating you out so slowly and passionately is making your head spin even more than it already was.

"Mmmmm." You moan lowly, taking your hands and placing them in his soft, white hair. The once ethereal music-filled bedroom now became a cacophony of lewd moans, panting, and the sloppy wet sounds of his tongue lapping against your needy pussy.

"You missed me, baby?" He purrs between licks, looking deep into your eyes.

"Mhmm! S-so much." You moan airily, beginning to tug onto his hair.

His tongue moved faster, skillfully attempting to bury itself inside your little hole, then flicking and swirling around your clit.

"Ooooooh", You throw your head back in ecstasy, "Don't stop, don't stop!"

Your legs start to shake, quickly becoming overwhelmed as you reach what would be your first orgasm of the night.

"Cum on my tongue, princess." He commands lowly. Your back arches off the bed, eyes squeezing shut. You do exactly as he says, clenching your thighs around his face as you cum right on his eager tongue. Satoru laps up every last bit of your (what he believes strongly is) honey-like cum, not letting a single drop of nectar go to waste.

You pant heavily, trying to come down from the high he granted you yet his tongue keeps going, not even bothering to slow down a little bit.

It was then that you immediately realize it was definitely going to be a long night, and you didn't mind in the slightest.

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"Mmmm, I missed my tight little pussy so much." He moans lowly, rolling his hips into you harder.

You'd lost count how many times he'd made you cum at this point, you were a hot mess, legs held open wide by his large hands as he pounds into you. The way his hips snap into yours makes you see stars, eyes rolling back as your pussy keeps tightly squeezing his dick.

"I-I can't....baby!" You whimper, trying to tell him you were tapping out. To be honest, you'd tapped out waaaay long ago while he was still just eating you out, but he didn't care.

Satoru was focused, set on a mission to beat his pretty pussy up all night into the morning, making you cum as many times as he sees fit. You love the way he looks on top of you, so damn sexy with his hair sticking to his skin, and those big muscles you love tensing and releasing with every stroke.

"You're doin' so good taking this dick, baby. Creamin' all over me..." He coos into your ear, keeping his strokes hard and deep. His right hand releases your leg, placing itself right on your neck and choking you just the way he knows you like it. Your body shakes violently underneath him, about to cum again just from the sound of his voice and his hand around your throat.

"Oh my god! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You announce frantically, digging your nails roughly into his back as your walls flutter, granting him yet another sweet orgasm.

"Fuuuck babygirl. You look so pretty cumming all over me like that."

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Y'all this idea hit me literally out of nowhere and I JUST HAD to get to typin'!!!

[moremaybank]

F&MU — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

summary it was the law of the jungle — kooks and pogues rarely got along — and this proved true for you and jj. however, that didn't stop the two of you from showing each other just how deep that hatred ran. (based on the song "f&mu" by kehlani)

warninga 18+, rough sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, degrading kink (just a lil), oral/face-fucking (m. & f. receiving), fingering, gagging, language (let me know if i've missed any)

author's note this is literally ALL smut lmao. not proofread bc i'm lazy. jj & reader are both over 18.

series ;; jj masterlist

find the song here!

we both know it's never really goodbye

i swear it's like we do this all the time now

that shit be turnin' me on, i cannot lie, lie

and can't nobody else do that for me

know i make it hard to ignore me

got the attitude, and put it on me

put it on me, yeah

"what the hell were you thinking, baby? calling me out in front of my damn boss and getting me in shit? you're fucking asking for it."

y/n's back was flush against the storage room door, her legs wrapped around jj's torso, allowing him to fuck up into the gummy spot inside of her that made her lose all her senses. his hand was clamped over her mouth, muffling what would be her loud moans.

her nails dug into jj's shoulders as she clung to him, and her eyes rolled back. her legs felt like jelly, and if jj put her down, she knew she'd collapse into a puddle on the floor. but she wouldn't have it any other way. she'd do or be whatever jj wanted if it meant that he would fuck the air out of her lungs.

"you're lucky i need this job. otherwise, i'd be claiming you on top of the goddamn bar just to let everyone know that i can satisfy you in so many other ways. ain't that right, sweetheart?"

y/n moved his hand from her mouth and wrapped his fingers around her throat.

"show me how angry i make you, j. show me how much you hate me, need it so fucking bad," she begged.

"you really think you can tell me what to do, baby? i'm the one giving orders here, not you," jj growled, pulling out of her.

in a flash, y/n was on her knees and jj's cock was stuffed into her slick mouth. she gagged at the loss of oxygen, but she relaxed and allowed jj to fuck her face. with each thrust into her mouth, she was gulping and heaving around his thick length. his thrusts grew more forceful and frantic with each sound that left her.

her eyes were welling up, and she clutched onto his thighs as he continued to assault her throat.

"can't boss me around with my cock shoved down your throat, can you?"

"i hate you" turns into

"i love you" in the bedroom

"yes, yes, yes. shit."

"that's what i thought, baby. you hate me until you're drunk off my cock, right?"

she was bent over her kitchen table, breasts pressed up against the hard surface as jj rutted into her from behind. his hand held her wrists behind her back, keeping her right where he wanted her.

"jj, fuck —" she gasped, arching her spine further to feel his cock bury itself in the very depths of her.

"you like how hard i'm fucking you? how i'm so deep that you can feel me cutting off your air supply with my cock alone?" jj's free hand landed a harsh smack on her ass as he taunted her. when jj didn't hear her respond, he wrapped her hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail and yanked her up against his chest. "answer me, or i'll make this all about me and not let you cum."

y/n's breath hitched, the new angle of jj's thrusts blurring her vision. all she could fixate on was him. his provocative words in her ear, the scorching touch of his hands on her bare skin. he was consuming her, and it was nearly impossible to form a coherent thought or sentence. so, she nodded — furiously and desperately.

jj pulled out, and the empty feeling left y/n whining pathetically. she ground her hips into him, trying to gain some sort of friction, but jj held her in place. one of his hands reached up to clutch her jaw, his lips finding the shell of her ear.

"i'm not giving you what you want until i hear it. tell me you love it when i punish you. we both know you do, my dirty little cock slut."

"i love it, j. need you to punish me, make me apologize," she mewled.

"that's fucking right," jj rasped, stuffing his fingers into her mouth as he slammed into her again, picking his brutal pace back up again.

we fuck and make up like it's maybelline

we do petty things, then mess up the sheets

you be runnin' back when we let it go

i already know, did it time before

we just fuck and make up like it's maybelline

we do petty things, then mess up the sheets

can't lie, the sex fire when you in your feels

spice it up a lil'

yeah, you know the drill

y/n was a sobbing mess, laying on the plush sheets of her bed.

jj had already drawn four orgasms out of her with his tongue without stopping, flicking and sucking on her clit relentlessly as he listened to her whimper.

"jj, please. i-i can't take it. i can't," she cried.

jj plunged two fingers into her leaking cunt, hitting her soft spot with each curl of his thick fingers. "yes you can, baby. you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, otherwise, i'll give you something to really cry about."

and with that, his lips were back around her clit, sucking so harshly that she was seeing stars behind her closed lids. y/n's fingers clawed at the sheets surrounding her, holding on tightly as she felt another orgasm approaching her. her lush thighs clamped down around jj's head, keeping him in place as she ground herself into her mouth.

she mewled, her moans growing louder and louder until, eventually, she cried out as she creamed all over jj's mouth and chin.

jj's lips released her bundle of nerves, and he gave her a smug look.

"you ready for me to split you open with my cock? or does my little slut need a break?"

y/n leaned up on her elbows, her chest still heaving up and down. she nodded up at him, too exhausted for words.

"you should've thought about that before you said that i couldn't make you cum, baby," jj cooed, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing small, slow circles on it. y/n's hips jerked, her pussy overly sensitive from her past five orgasms, and her breath hitched.

"lay back down. when i'm finished with you, you'll never be brave enough to say that shit again."

damn, it's so good, i might have to piss you off

i might have to cause a scene just so you can take it off

you handle it different when you really get to trippin'

and i miss it when you hit it like that, that, that

ain't no cap, cap, cap

i make you mad, mad, mad

why i gotta fuck you up to make you fuck like that?

pickin' fights so you can put it down like that

get in your bag like that, yeah

jj owned a total of three ties.

alright, john b owned a total of three ties. but jj was always free to borrow them. and boy, did he.

jj admired his work in front of him.

y/n was sprawled out on the mattress in the guest room of the chateau. both hands were secured to each corner of the headboard with two of the ties. and the last one was wrapped around her head from the mouth, gagging her. a string of drool was dripping from her chin and down her body, tears were pooling in her eyes, her tits bouncing with the force of each of his brutal thrusts.

jj had moulded her into his perfect little fuck doll, and his mind raced with the possibilities of everything he could do to her while he had her at his mercy.

"you like me like this, don't you, pretty girl? pissing me off so i'll fuck you nice and hard, right?" he gritted as he pounded into her wet, hot cunt.

y/n nodded up at him. she felt pathetic, but in the best possible way. seeing jj taking what he wanted from her without a question…it spurred her on further, her arousal and past releases coating jj's cock completely and drenching the sheets below her ass.

wanting more from her, jj brought his fingers to her sensitive nub and rubbed it in time with his movements. he groaned at the innocent look on her face. she was looking up at him with big doe eyes, brows drawn together as she panted over the gag.

"fuck, baby. i should take a picture of you right now and send it to every kook on the island. show 'em what a whore you are for a lowly, pathetic pogue."

y/n walls constricted around his hard length at the thought of everyone finding out about what the two had been doing. they'd been good at keeping their relationship a secret, but the idea of every single person on the island...drove her wild.

"you're filthy, aren't you? you actually want me to? maybe we should film this instead, give everyone a goddamn show."

was it wrong that she wanted to do just as he said?

[memestockpile]

the old guard (2020) feel free to change as needed.

and i'm just so tired of it.

that couldn't have been cheap.

i just really suck at taking selfies.

you look okay.

i have something for you.

admit it, you missed us.

we can do some good.

some good means nothing.

you haven't aged a day.

they reached out to me, and i'm reaching out to you.

the world isn't getting any better. it's getting worse.

keep it respectful.

look at me. look at me. you're gonna be okay.

everything happens for a reason, boss.

you can't tell me you don't remember what it was like.

a little blood can look like a lot.

hey, look who's up.

didn't think you were coming back.

plane's fueling. pack your bags.

this isn't real. none of this is real.

you shot me.

you've got questions, kid. i get it.

sometimes you gotta work with people you don't wanna eat with.

god doesn't exist.

i am not jumping from a plane!

you really want to do this, kid?

we're done. i said, we're done.

you're very good.

i got people that love me. people that are gonna worry.

this place has been abandoned for fifty years.

we fight for what we think is right.

more like misery loves company.

the love of my life was of the people i've been taught to hate.

nothing that lives lives forever.

i think you should get some rest. come with me, i'll show you.

it's just a bad dream.

just you and me. until the end.

i don't want this. i don't want any of it.

i know you're scared. we'll keep you safe.

we're all you've got.

you're still in this shitty game with me, you hear me?

welcome back, asshole.

it hurts everywhere.

wait for the signal.

what is he? your boyfriend?

you're an incurable romantic.

there's a tv, [name].

i brought you a change of clothes.

i thought you were the brains of this outfit.

the only way is forward now.

you will know what it is to lose everyone you've ever loved.

we're not meant to be alone.

i believe this can change the world.

as much as i like watching you sleep, i'm glad you're awake.

we should go back there.

you come from warriors.

it's not what time steals, it's what it leaves behind.

you're one of us now. we would do the same for you.

humanity can screw itself.

what kind of ceo rolls around with his own personal army?

you selfish piece of shit!

i've seen it, [name]. i know all the good you've done.

no man left behind.

we don't get a say in when it ends. we never have. but we can control how we live.

let's get this motherfucker.

go big or go home.

i always go first.

you shouldn't have done that.

you reminded me there are people still worth fighting for.

you are priceless.

give me your hand.

you're a good kid, [name].

i'm gonna miss you.

i hoped for less, but i expected more.

have a little faith.

it's nearly impossible to disappear in the world we live in today.

[latoyalestrange]

the yule ball

h. potter x f!reader

summary: as the yule ball is approaching, both you and harry potter want to attend together, but end up asking other people in fear of ruining your friendship. inspired by @notnotcasey on tiktok's series.

words: 900ish

warnings: fluff, angst, pining. wrote this a while ago but it's not bad?

"I'm starving," Ron bellowed as he sat down opposite you at the Gryffindor dining table. Every day, he would repeat this, each time more genuine than the last. Harry sat silently next to him, picking at his food rather than eating it. You did the same. Hermione sat next to you, eating as she normally did. She looked at you, then your plate.

"Are you okay?" She whispered to you amongst the noisy dining hall. You nodded in response, then directed your attention to Harry.

"Ah," She nodded. Silent communication was the only outlet you could bare right now. Ron couldn't be more clueless.

"Hey, Harry," He said in between mouthfuls of sausage and tomatoes. "Who're ya askin to the ball?" You and Hermione exchanged looks once again. Harry remained fixed on his full plate.

"Harry," Ron repeated, nudging him with his elbow.

"Hm?" Harry finally looked up from his daze to meet your stare. You quickly blinked away.

"Who're you going to the ball with? I heard Parvati-" He was cut off by Harry jabbing him with his elbow. Hermione perked up.

"I'm going to the washroom. Care to join, y/n?" Without allowing you to respond, she swiftly grabbed your hand and began walking out of the dining hall. You looked back at Harry as you were led away, a sorrowful and empty expression still on his features. As soon as the two of you were out of sight, Hermione stopped in her tracks.

   "Are you okay?" She crossed her arms, serious about getting the truth this time.

    "I mean, yeah," You replied. "How can I be mad when he has no idea-"

    "You have to tell him," Her expression was desperate.

    "Tell him what exactly?" You mimicked her posture.

    "That you love him, y/n!" Something so simple seemed impossible. You fell silent and your body slouched. She sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder as to comfort you.

    "I don't know, Mione," You removed her soothing hand from tour arm and stepped away from her. As if your gesture ended the conversation, a figure came around the corner behind you.

    "Malfoy," Hermione greeted him with a sour tone. You turned to see him standing only a few feet from you, dressed in his obnoxious all-black uniform.

    "Granger," He shot back, a devious smirk on his face. He looked down at you with the same mischievous expression.

    "Can we help you? We're in the middle of something," Hermione stood her ground.

    "Yes, I see that. Since y/n was finally away from Potter for a moment, I was going to propose that I accompany her to the yule ball this weekend, assuming he hasn't already asked her," You nearly choked. Your reaction widened his smirk. Hermione scoffed.

    "As if she'd go with you," Draco turned to you. Hermione did the same. You were silent.

    "Looks like you don't know everything, Granger," He teased. Hermione folded her arms and furrowed her brow.

    "You're impossible," She huffed as she stormed off back into the dining hall. After a moment of listening to Hermione's footsteps echo away, Draco turned back to you.

    "So he hasn't asked you yet? I knew he was a coward," His tone was angry instead of self-righteous like you expected.

    "No, he hasn't," You mumbled. He looked down at you with a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes.

    "Well then, I suppose I'll have to show you what a real man is. That is, if you're accepting my proposal," He loosened his tie, showing a glimmer of doubt. You straightened your posture, regaining what little confidence you had.

    "I reckon I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" His smirk reappeared. He stepped closer to you.

    "No, you don't," He lifted a hand to brush the hair out of your face. Your whole body tingled. "See you there," You could feel his breath on your neck. He slowly drew himself back and walked back into the dining hall. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

—

    Warm candle light filled Harry's dorm room as he sat patiently on his bed. You stood behind wooden privacy shutters, peering through the cracks to watch his expression as you stepped into the third dress you wanted to show him. An emerald, velvet cloth draped over your shoulders as you stepped in front of him.

    "Mind zipping me up, Harry?" You pulled your hair to one side and turned, exposing your bare back to him. He nearly choked, which made you smile to yourself.

   "Yeah- sure," He stammered out of bed and walked over to you. His warm breath on your back sent chills down your spine. As gently as he could, he placed a hand at the top of your dress as to hold it in position while the other gradually made its way up your body. You stifled a shudder. Once you turned back to him, you adjusted your hair and met his gaze.

    "What do you think?" You inquired, a dimply smile occupying your face. His expression fell like it once did in the dining hall. He was reminded of how dreadful the Yule Ball would be without you by his side.

    "I think you should ask Hermione," He replied curtly, folding his arms and drawing himself away. You chuckled.

    "I want to know what you think, silly," Your attempts in lightening the situation failed.

    "I think they're all green," He sighed and ran his hand through his floppy brown mop of hair and shoved the other in his pocket. You rolled your eyes and began unzipping your dress.

    "Well, since I'm going with Malfoy, I figured-" He cut you off, his voice louder than before.

   "You're going with Malfoy?" His arms were crossed now.

    "You're going with Parvati," You shot back, stepping behind the shutters again. He walked to the other side of the shutters. You couldn't see much but his silhouette.

   "You could've picked anyone else," He huffed. Your dress on the floor now, you felt more exposed than ever, even though he couldn't see you. You folded into yourself, feeling hurt.

    "I could say the same for you," Your words were quiet, but heavy. Realization. Harry stormed out of his dorm, leaving you alone. Your eyes welled with tears that fell once Harry slammed the door. You gathered your things, feeling pathetic. Soft sobs escaped in between sniffles as you dressed. Just as you were about to leave, a knock.

    "Y/n?" Ron's voice was soft and empathetic. You quickly wiped your tears and brushed yourself off.

    "Come in," You chimed. He practically tiptoed into the dorm, almost as if stomping would set you off.

    "I heard what happened," Almost as a reflex, you rolled your eyes.

    "If you're going to yell at me, just save it," You wiped your nose and held your things close to your chest. He sighed and sat on the bed opposite to Harry's. He looked up at you with disdain. He didn't want to just as much as you didn't want him to. You dragged your feet as you walked over to a spot next to him and sat down. He opened his posture to you and wrapped an arm around your back, rubbing your shoulder. The gesture almost made you want to cry even more. Instead, you let your head fall on his shoulder.

    "I would be just as crossed as he is right now," He mumbled in an exhausted tone. You wiped your dripping nose once more.

    "I know," He let his cheek rest on your crown. "I imagine Hermione's pretty crossed too," You continued.

    "We're all crossed," He reasoned with a soft smile. "Just especially Harry," You chuckled at his remark. The room fell silent again for a long moment before Ron spoke up again.

    "He didn't know you felt that way about him," His claim held truth.

    "Yeah, I see that now," You sat upright on the bed, leaving Ron's arm around your waist.

    "Just give him time," He reassured you as he drew his arm back. You nodded. He brushed the loose hair behind your ear and smiled. He wrapped his bulky arms around you and you returned the gesture.

    "Thanks for making me feel better," You muttered into his shoulder. "You should do the same for Harry. I don't think he wants to see me right now,"

    "Yeah, that's probably for the best," He pulled away and stood up. "You better go talk to Hermione though. She just ignores what I have to say,"

[leggerefiore]

Icy Getaway

cw: fluff, reader isn't alolan, short

pairing: Nanu/Reader

You peered outside the closed blinds of the Po Town police station to see the tropical beauty that all of the Alola region held. It was a place that attracted many to it for its peaceful ambience and natural state that seemed impossible to interrupt. Yet, somehow… You felt sad. The snow had apparently been heavy in many other places this winter, yet nothing was happening on Ula'Ula unless you gathered up the gumption to climb a mountain.

Stepping away, you turned your head to the couch where Nanu laid, boredly watching television. A Meowth laid curled up next to him, napping away. You let out a sigh. Alola was a lovely place, and you could not imagine living anywhere else. Especially not when Nanu could not really leave the islands as an active Kahuna. Granted, he did skimp on his duties whenever he could, but it was clear he still took some respect in being chosen by Tapu Bulu.

“… You've been watching outside the window,” Nanu spoke and let out a yawn, “Waiting on something?” He sat up to get a better look at you. The Meowth was slightly perturbed by this, yet just readjusted its position to remain comfortable.

“I miss snow…” you mumbled out while looking at the television. It was some trashy crime show set in Unova. Snow littered the streets there, as it always did. Nanu scratched his head.

“There's not really a lot of that here, no,” he shook his head and reached a hand down to pet the Meowth. A loud purr reverberated throughout the room. “… You feeling homesick? I understand,” Nanu continued, “I used to get homesick for Alola when I worked as an international agent.” You almost forgot he was not always an old man who lived with a bunch of cats. Nanu did not like to speak much about his time with the International Police, but you gathered he was quite busy and renowned. (Especially when Looker appeared to gush at him as his former underling.)

“… I'm not sure if it's that…” you wondered if it was as you sat down to join him on the couch. “I guess I was just thinking about how funny it would be to see you in the snow…” Nanu definitely did not seem like he would survive the cold, but there was something cute about the thought of him bundled up, enjoying a hot coffee while watching the weather come down. Nanu cocked a brow up at you as he reached to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“Well, it seems you figured out another reason I rejected being an Elite Four member,” he sighed, “I had to do a mission in Sinnoh once, and I thought I was going to freeze to death.” You laughed. This was nearly impossible to imagine. What could he have possible been doing there? You could not recall any incidents of note in Sinnoh. “I was glad when I retired back to Alola,” he grinned lightly, “Should've expected to be chosen to be a Kahuna, though. No rest for the weary.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and stared at the television again. The show apparently had its suspect. Some masked jewel thief who looked strikingly familiar. “… Hmm…” you thought about it, “Do you think you could leave for a while if I did go back to my home region?” Nanu hummed.

“Probably not,” he replied, “I mean, I might be able to if I could get one of the other Kahuna to cover for me, but Tapu Bulu might not accept it. I'd have to ask them both.” You deflated. Of course that was the case. Your sudden upset made Nanu shake his head. His hand came to massage your scalp. “I'll still ask,” he shifted his gaze to you, “It'd be nice to actually get a break from my responsibilities.”

You kept a hopeful, but realistic front towards what would likely happen.

~

The snow lightly piled on the ground as you stepped outside. Nanu grumbled as he followed you. He really was not expected Hala to agree alongside Tapu Bulu. Both almost seemed to encourage him to spend some precious time with you. The flutters of ice crystals sent chills down his spine. He hoped that punk would actually take care of his Meowths while he was away. Acerola had been asked to check in on them, too.

Your hand grasped his and sunk a certain warmth into his as you both felt an urge to just walk through the snow-covered land. He kept to your side, still feeling cold despite his many layers of clothing that he had piled on. This was certainly almost the polar opposite of Alola. As much as he wanted (and would) complain, he felt happy to see you smile so brightly. Plus, he really could not deny how nice it was to get away from his duties for a while.

The trek ended soon after as you both headed back inside. His Persian mrowed at him after returning. You took a seat down near her on the couch while he grabbed a hot coffee to drink and warm himself up. Nanu eventually joined you for some awkward cuddling. Your happiness was contagious, he swore. He pressed a quick kiss on your temple before taking a drink. A laugh left you as you imitated him.

“… If I die here, make sure my remains make it back to Alola,” he sighed.

“What? Do you want the Meowths to get your body?”

“Sure, sounds nice.”

Your laughter made him chuckle a little.

(He was surprised by how many people missed him upon his return with to Alola.)

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Could I request for a male reader x eddie smut, where the reader is Steve's younger brother(whom he is verry protective over) and they do their thing at the Harrington's while alone, but Steve discovers them in the morning, puts two and two together and kind of chases Eddie out of the house, while him and the reader giggle?

Eddie Munson x Male!Harrington Reader

Requests are closed.

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CW: 18+ Content (SMUT). Read more is immediately after warnings due to this content! Harrington!Reader is 18, a year younger than Steve. Takes place between Season 3 and 4. I will never write sexual content for anyone under 18.

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It never ceases to satiate Eddie fully even when he's fully sheathed inside of you. Maybe it's the way you look at him, eyes brimming with adoration even if they are half closed due to pleasure. Maybe it's the way you clutch the sheets beneath you, fists furling around the cotton threads, back arching off the mattress and the whine crawling it's way off your throat that makes Eddie feel like he's never, ever, going to get enough of you.

But you look so goddamn pretty with your knees spread open, chest heaving beneath Eddie. He loves you more when your knees are pressed up to your chest and your whispering out his name. It's a shared heat between the two of you--desperation too on Eddie's behalf because he's never had someone that's wanted him like this and he can't let it go.

He can't let you go.

Foreheads pressed together, Eddie swallows down the exhale you give. His lips ghosts over yours and you nearly beg him to kiss you. Thankfully you don't have to actually utter the words. Eddie's already pressing in close, sealing your lips with his and you feel so much relief when more of his weight settles into you.

His hips are relentless, the frame knocking into wall. But both of you know the house is empty. You'd made sure Steve would be busy at night and Eddie came over after finishing a session of Hellfire. But the entire day all you wanted was him. This all started when you agreed to tutor Eddie. You noticed him struggling to get notes down in class and when you approached Eddie about it, he scoffed at you. A Harrington not being a douche was impossible, Eddie had retorted.

That wasn't the reaction you'd been anticipating and in retaliation, all you did was shove your notes into Eddie's hands. I'll need them back Wednesday, you said. Wednesday turned into tutoring at the library on the weekends, usually Sunday nights. Sunday nights turned into showing up to gigs on Tuesday nights.

Which lead here. And you know, given how raw and dry your throat feels, you're going to have to find a good enough excuse for Steve where your voice has gone. He knows you wouldn't have gone to the basketball game. Sports were his thing. As much Steve had begged you to come, even promising two milkshakes and all the food your gut could handle, you still hadn't budged. But Steve did make sure to promise that he'd call if he went anywhere post the game just to see if you wanted to go and to make sure you were still okay.

Thought it was only a year between the two of you, Steve acted as if there were decades. Not that you faulted him. Steve would shit his pants if he could see you right now, whiny, and needy beneath the delicious snap of Eddie's hips, the tip of his cock brushing every nerve in your tight hole.

Yeah, Steve might be disappointed by this sight, but you don't give a single fuck as you pant into Eddie's ear, "Just-just like that. Please."

Eddie grunts in returns, lips brushing but not sealing around yours. "Such a needy whore, you know?"

"I know," you preen. The chain of his necklace hits your chest and you like the way it so delicately brushes the skin and hair of your chest. Eddie's grip on your hips is bruising but it feels so good. "Always will be for you," you huff out.

You want to say more, but the words die on your tongue as your orgasm comes barreling in hot. You feel it in your stomach, then spreading, your entire body growing warm and tense. You can feel your release on your stomach from your own cock. It sticks to Eddie's lower stomach too as he pushes in, clearly now focusing a bit more on his own impending release.

You trail your fingers into Eddie's hair, his entire weight fallen into you. "Come back to me, my love," you whisper, running a soothing hand over his arms and back after leaving his hair.

"Always," Eddie whispers in return, kissing at your shoulder.

You don't know when Steve got home last night. But you do know he is a bit of an early riser. It sucked, but Eddie knows it too. Even as he's threading his arms into the sleeves of his jacket, and he's grin is aimed at you, he's glancing at the clock. Just because you liked and accepted him, doesn't mean Eddie is ready to have to deal with your brother.

You hold out the banana to Eddie. He refused your attempts to fix him a really quick breakfast. "You can't leave without something," you whisper.

"I think I'll be okay," Eddie laughs. He steps in closer, hand taking the banana you hold out. "But thank you."

Eddie looks up from beneath his lashes at you, a sincere dripping of hope leaking from his eyes. You step in another step and press a kiss to his lips. "You're welcome."

"Whatever shall I do without you?"

"Starve." You then reach into the pocket of his jacket and pull out the hard case you know is there. "And continue around on this godforsaken earth blind. Glasses, now."

Eddie huffs, taking the case and slipping the metal frames onto his face. Your face clears up in his vision and he grins. "Happy now?"

"Morning."

The sound of Steve's voice makes both of you jump. Eddie sliding down from you. And you hurry to the fridge. You notice know it's clear he just woke up, maybe he didn't notice. "Morning," you return, hoping your voice doesn't betray you as you feel the shakes settling in. "Cereal?"

"Sure, sorry about that. Meant to go the grocery store yesterday before work but then got called in earlier," Steve mumbles, settling onto the bar stool.

"No sweat," you return, glancing over to Eddie. He's always sneaking as best as he can around the back of Steve.

He does, once he's behind Steve, blow you a kiss which you try to only give a small smile too.

"What are you--" Steve starts and then turns around on the chair. "See you 'round, Munson." He calls out just as the last of Eddie clears for the front door.

You freeze at the mention of Eddie's name. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You wait, hand pulling out the milk for Steve's reaction. He'd blow his top--surely. But the moment lingers...and lingers..and linger. Maybe Steve didn't notice really.

"Wait a second, Munson!? What is he doing here?" Steve pops out of the chair and rushes for the front door. He's shirtless only in his pajama bottoms but he stands on the front porch just as Eddie slips into the front door of the van.

"Munson! What the fuck?" Steve turns back to you. You started to rush forward to stop Steve, to tell him it's not what he thinks. "What the hell is on your neck?"

There it goes--any grounds to tell Steve a lie have vanished in just a sentence.

"Are those hickies?" The level of screech Steve manages to reach nearly deafens you.

Steve's surging forward before you can pull him back. Eddie's already pulling down the street, his tires squealing just a little. You finally catch up to Steve. The van's already at the end of block, rounding to head in the direction of the trailer park.

"You better stay out," Steve yells.

"God, please," you groan.

"How long have you been seeing him?" Steve asks.

That you won't want to answer. So you stay quiet.

"Are you two using protection?" Steve asks.

"It's not like either one of can get pregnant, Steve. Relax. But yes. Yes we are."

The realization pauses Steve. That wouldn't be a possibility. But still his heart thunders at the thought of his younger brother dating. Not that Steve hates Eddie. But it is you. It's the fact that Steve and you only have each other at the end of the day. It was important that he was looking out for you.

"The two of you are getting tested. Okay? Just to be safe."

Your eyes bug, the words stuttering and slamming into each other. "What-we're-I've only slept with Eddie," you huff. "What do you mean?"

"Don't care. I've been tested before. It's quick. Easy," Steve returns.

"I thought you were going to murder him four seconds ago."

"I mean, I could and would. Do I need to?" Steve asks. He's serious, you can tell by the furrow of his brow.

"No! No, Steve. I like him. He's a gentleman."

"Well, if he's such a gentleman, why was he sneaking out without at least talking to me, huh? Why hasn't he knocked on the door and asked if it's okay to date you? Not very gentlemanly of him," Steve huffs, arms folding over his chest.

"You just told him to get out! What crack are you on, Steve? I know you want to protect me, but I need you to pick a side. Either you hate Eddie or you want us to get tested and be safe and be a gentleman. Which one is it?"

Steve watches you carefully. The confusion has tugged and knitted your brows together. He gets it. It is confusing. Steve sights. At the end of the day it's better that you trust him. "Be a gentleman," Steve answers. "Next week. Invite him over for dinner. Proper introductions and shit."

You nod. "Will do. Can we go back inside now? To cereal?"

Steve nods, walking back up the driveway. When he closes the distance enough, he slings his arm over your shoulders. You push at his ribs. "You didn't do this shit with Nancy," you huff.

"I should've," he answers. "I really should've. So you've got to. Because it's the right thing to do."

"If you say so," you return, trying to think how Eddie's going to take the news that Steve wants to have a sit down dinner. You think he might laugh and then immediately follow it up with tears because he too will shit himself at the realization that neither one of the Harrington's were full assholes.