#but he'll still leave “i miss you” or “you're so hot. sit on my face <3”

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty-Four - Milo's Birthday

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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That night, the night after her run in with Kerry-Ann, she found herself at the kitchen table. Her old, beaten up laptop sat open in front of her and she typed away, writing her story.

She hadn't opened her laptop since their Monaco trip. A small glass on wine sat on the placemat beside her laptop. She brought it to her lips, finishing off the glass before she put it back down and returned to her writing.

"Momma?"

Her head snapped towards the door. "Munchkin, what're you doing up?" She asked as she saved her work and closed her laptop (every time she did, it was a wonder whether it would turn back on again).

Milo slipped into the seat opposite her, sitting on his hands. He rocked gently from side to side as he looked at his mother. "My bed at Danny's house is comfier," he muttered. It wasn't Milo's bed, just the bed in the guest bedroom that had been decorated with enough stuffed toys that the bed beneath was barely visible.

But it might has well have been Milo's bed.

"He'll be back soon, munchkin," she said and pushed her laptop away. "I miss him and Olivia, too."

Leaving her laptop on the table, she put her glass in the sink with the rest of the dishes and waited for Milo to stand up. Together, they headed back upstairs. She tucked Milo in and headed to her own bedroom.

It was the middle of the day in whichever part of the world Daniel was in. She called him, holding the phone to her ear as she called him.

It didn't take Daniel very long to pick up. The moment she heard his voice, she couldn't hide the elation she was filled with. Not that she had anybody to hide it from.

"Hey, honey," he said. Daniel sat outside of the AlphaTauri hospitality unit, coffee in front of him.

"Hi, Danny," she said quietly. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too," He replied.

She didn't want to bring up her unpleasant encounter with Kerry-Ann. Not yet, anyway. They talked, talked about how the Grand Prix weekend was going, talked about how Milo had been enjoying school since he left

"He misses you, too," she said to him, and Daniel chucked. There was nothing she could have said to him that would have made him happier. "Danny, we need to talk about something."

From across the world, she couldn't see as his face fell. "What's the matter? Did something happen? Is it Olivia?"

"No, no," she said quickly. "No, Danny. I had a run in with Kerry-Ann earlier. And I know it's stupid, I know she was just trying to get into my head, but I can't stop thinking about what she said to me."

"What did she say to you?" He asked. He had sat up straighter in his seat, his posture tense.

She sucked in a breath. "First she... she accused me of being with you for your money. Which, I swear I'm not interested in you for money, Danny. I love the person you are inside, I swear."

"It's okay, sweets. I know. She was the one with me for my money, not you. I know you're not." He let out a breath. "What else did she say?"

Guilt ran through her. She knew this bit wasn't true, either. She knew how Daniel felt about her. But still, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. "She said that you don't love me," she said. "She said that you won't ever love me."

Silence. That was maybe the worst thing he could have done. Daniel said nothing. He didn't say a single thing to her for a good minute. Oh God, she was going to throw up.

But then Daniel let out a breath. "I did love Kerry-Ann. I loved her enough to have a child about her. But she showed who she really was after Olivia was born. I can't love someone that awful. She's got it in head that it's impossible I don't love her. So she thinks I can't love."

He paused, giving her a second to soak it in. "She's wrong, though. She thinks I can't love, but I love you so much that sometimes, I don't understand how it's possible. I don't understand how I can be so in love with another human being. But I am. I'm in love with you and I can't wait to buy you a ring."

She couldn't stop herself from gasping. "You don't mean that."

"Fuck, baby, I do. I've been gone a day and I just can't stop thinking about you. I know it might be soon but I can't help but dream about a future with you."

She couldn't stop herself from crying, sobs muffled by her pillow. "I can't wait for you to come home," she said through her cries.

Now, their reunion after the Grand Prix weekend was exactly what you'd think it would be. It was sweet and loving. Daniel took the four of them out for dinner and then, well, he didn't let her out of bed very much after that.

The next two months were bliss. Pure bliss.

With every Grand Prix that went by, things got a little easier. Nothing Kerry-Ann said could affect her, not when she knew how much Daniel loved her.

But then they ran into a bump. Daniel hadn't thought to ask when Milo's birthday was. But they were coming up to a year ad still, Milo hadn't celebrated his sixth birthday yet.

But then, a few weeks before the Vegas Grand Prix, she started coming home with presents. She snuck them into the house and hid them under the bed they shared.

"What's this?" He asked, watching the third time she pushed a toy beneath the bed.

She sat up and dusted off her hands. "Presents. For Milo's birthday."

Daniel moved closer to her. "Honey, when is Milo's birthday?" He asked. He had several Grand Prix coming up; he just had to hope that Milo's birthday didn’t fall on one of those weekends.

"23rd," she answered.

"What, November?"

"November."

"Fuck!" Daniel couldn't stop himself, couldn't stop the words escaping his lips. "Shit, baby. I'm in Vegas that weekend." His head fell against his shoulder and he let out a huff. "I'm gonna get him something good, I promise."

She ran her fingers through his curls. "I know you will, Danny," she said and kissed his forehead.

"I'll arrange for a party, too. And then we can do some when I'm back."

That was exactly how Daniel spent the next few weeks, planning and arranging Milo's birthday. Just like Olivia's birthday, he arranged for a custom made cake. There was a bouncy castle, a magician and more. Daniel was going to do whatever he could to give Milo the best birthday ever.

Milos birthday came around and Daniel wasn't there. Milo said he understood, but everybody could tell just how upset he was. Even more so when Kerry-Ann refused to bring Olivia to the party.

He spent most of his party in his bedroom. The bouncy castle, the custom made cake, the magician. He wanted none of it if his family wasn't all there together.

So Milo didn't enjoy his birthday on the day he turned six. He missed Daniel, he missed Olivia, enjoying it was near impossible. But he did enjoy the cake, the dinosaur cake Daniel had gotten for him.

Daniel was home the next day. He picked Olivia up from her mothers on the way and took them back to his home. Where she was waiting. With sweet, sweet Milo.

"Don't tell Milo, okay Livvy?" Daniel said to her as they pulled up outside. "It's meant to be a surprise."

Olivia mimmicked locking her lips and throwing away the key. She pulled her backpack onto her shoulders and followed her father up to the house. "Did you have fun at the party?" He asked as he pushed the key into the lock and twisted it.

"Oh, mummy wouldn't let me go to the party," she said and walked in, running up to her bedroom.

"What?!" Daniel cried as he dropped his bags.

His shout alone got the attention of everybody in the house. Milo came running down stairs (after his reunion with Olivia) to jump into his arms and she, his beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, came from the kitchen.

Daniel hugged Milo and let him go as he strode towards her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her waist. "Hi, baby," she said and kisssd him.

Daniel kissed her back, but pulled away quickly. "Kerry-Ann didn't let her come to Milo's party," he muttered. "That bitch didn't let Olivia go to the party."

"It's okay," she whispered, running her hands through his hair in a soothing manner. "It's okay. We're gonna go and have a nice dinner tonight, right?"

He nodded. "Right. Yeah. Really nice dinner."

Daniel wanted full custody of Olivia. More than anything in the world, he wanted full custody. But, first, he was gonna marry this girl.

a/n: we have reached the penultimate chapter of the Hooked On A Feeling series!! One more to go (but im definitely doing a follow up series dw)

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[lyneira]

♡ when you almost pass out due to period cramps ♡

-> how the genshin men would react when you nearly pass out from severe period cramps

based on this request!

Initially panics

Itto, Xiao, Scaramouche, Gorou

When you're about to fall, he'll immediately be there to catch you. Though, when he sees your face twisted in pain from the cramps, he freaks out a little bit.

Look, he knows exactly what to do to treat an injury, but when it comes to cramps? Please enlighten him. The best he'll do is set you down somewhere comfortable and get you something hot to drink, but you'll need to tell him what else you'll need and then he'll retrieve it to the best of his ability.

And if you're missing things, he'll try to make up for it in his own way. Like, if you don't have a heating pad, he might suggest you sit on his lap so he could hug you and wrap his hands around your stomach. That way, he can at least provide you warmth himself. He'll leave a trail of kisses from the back of your head and down your neck, and would lean his lips towards your ear, whispering,

"I'm sorry you have to go through this, I'm here for you"

I think he'd be a bit frustrated that he didn't know how to help you right away, but after this experience and after you teach him, he won't forget.

Pampers you

Kazuha, Zhongli, Kaeya, Venti, Heizou

I think he would have already sensed that you were on your monthly cycle through your sudden cravings and overall fatigued mood, so he was sensitive to you. Yet, he wouldn't have known the severity of it until you were about to topple over. Of course, he'll catch you.

From then on, you'll be subject to his pampering. Anything that'll make you feel better, he'll do. Even after providing you with all the necessities (such as the painkillers, heating pad, etc.), he's going to get you your favorite foods (maybe also spoonfeed you, hehe), read you your favorite book, give you a massage, and so much more. Anything to make you smile again.

Scolds you a bit

Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaveh, Cyno, Childe

After catching you, he'll scoop you up into his arms and carry you all the way to your room. As he brings you to your bed, I think he'll lightly scold you a bit for not taking your painkillers, but that's only because you made him so worried when you were about to pass out. He'll be relieved that he was there to catch you, at least.

But you were still worrying him in the state you were currently in. He absolutely hates seeing you in pain.

He'll also know what to get you and he knows how to take care of you in this situation. Even if he might have been busy or preoccupied with something prior to this, it'll have to wait because he's not going to leave your side until the pain has subsided.

He'll hold your hand at your bedside so that you know he's there for you. Grasping it firmly, he'd wish that there was a way to instantly take your pain away. After all, he would rather take your pain and make it his own than to see you suffer.

You wouldn't even be in this situation

Thoma, Ayato, Baizhu, Tighnari, Albedo

Honestly, I think it'd be hard to get into this situation if they're around. They'd pay close attention to your schedule and would always want to confirm whenever you were on your period so that they can have the things you needed already prepared.

They'd pay special attention to your well-being during then as well. If you show any signs of fatigue or pain at all, he's gonna tell you to take it easy and if you were doing any type of physically demanding task at the moment, he'll persuade you to stop and he'll take over if he has to. More importantly, he'll have painkillers and your favorite hot drink for you at the ready. Again, all that you needed, he already has.

They don't play around when it comes to your health!

a/n: mmm, idk how I feel about this one. I feel like it was kinda similar throughout the whole thing? I just couldn't think of anything else, oof 😔

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[keyotos]

can i request any hsr characters sleepover hcs w/ gn reader?

nights like this

summary ⎯ sleepover hcs w/ the hsr men! you basically stay over.

includes ⎯ dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, & jing yuan.

tana's words ⎯ yk i was never much of a sleepover kid as a kid; i missed my mother too much. this is kinda short. maybe bad bc i had writers block during this. anyway i hope u enjoy anon!!!

dan heng

⎯ terrible sleeper. sleep schedule is messed up. sometimes he goes to sleep at 12 (early), sometimes 6 am (late).

⎯ when you're with him, he sleeps a little better (sleeping at 2 instead of 6). your rhythmic breathing always manages to set him at ease, which causes him to relax and sleep better.

⎯ you guys like to read together before bed. he reads at a faster pace than you do, but that's okay bc he's always waiting for you to finish a page before he moves on. doesn't matter how long you take; he'll wait forever as long as it's you.

⎯ before y'all became official, you'd sneak into dan heng's room just to hang out. but that always ended up in you two sleeping on his floor mattress together. was it comfortable? no. was it enjoyable? yes. bc ur with dan heng.

⎯ he sleeps with his entire body literally draped over yours. you guys take the phrase, "tangled limbs," to the max. sometimes when you wake up, it's practically like a puzzle trying to get yourself out of his grip.

⎯ dan heng is always cold at night, so naturally he pulls you closer for warmth. only, he pulls you so close that it still isn't close enough.

⎯ he's not the deepest sleeper, but he sleeps pretty well (when he's not having nightmares). you are mostly a part of the reason why he is able to sleep better.

⎯ dan heng tries to sleep in your room as much as possible; mostly because your bed is usually more comfortable and because he wants to feel you in between his arms

⎯ likes to kiss you on your eyebrow before bed

⎯ you two ARE NOT getting out of bed until like noon. you guys would wake up early but you'd both just stay in bed foreverrrrr. dan heng loves being near you in general: dan heng wants you to stay in bed with him for life sometimes. and you're not arguing.

gepard

⎯ he is the man you'd have a night routine with. i'm talking like skincare routines, brushing teeth together, facemasks, watching the news before bed. you guys are like a little old couple.

⎯ when you'd do skincare with him, gepard would let you sit in between his legs on the counter. it's just hot.

⎯ swings an arm around you as you two brush your teeth. like his arm is around your shoulders and he is unknowingly pulling you deep into his chest. and he's just leaning on you. it's bc he's comfortable with you and he is secretly really touchy.

⎯ he has a relatively good sleep schedule. he's probably not getting the right amount of sleep due to his duties, but he gets more sleep than dan heng!

⎯ cuddles you when you two go to sleep. you guys would sleep face to face and he'd rest his head on top of yours while you guys are sleeping. he pulls you so close.

⎯ on nights he can't sleep, you two just lie awake and talk. talk about each other's days, pet peeves, future dreams: gepard finds solace with you no matter what. he's the type of person to have deep conversations about the future with because he has probably planned it out.

⎯ you two would be in bed and gepard would accidentally blurt out that he wants to marry you. and then he's a mess.

⎯ sleeps so peacefully. no nightmares no nothing. nothing disturbs his sleep (except for his alarm). he's just so peaceful and content just being in bed with you.

⎯ wants to stay in bed with you forever but he actually has to wake up super early. before he leaves, he always kisses your forehead and places a kiss to your knuckles. you're always asleep when it happens so it's just his secret routine.

⎯ he likes to admire you before he leaves. he wants to study every crevice on your face like you're a famous artwork in a museum. thinks about you for the entire day. then he gets home and all of his past problems have diminished.

blade

⎯ he's probably too busy plotting VENGEANCE to think about sleep.

⎯ im jp. he loves sleeping, especially if you're there next to him. he thinks being able to sleep with you is one of the best things that have been granted to him by the aeons.

⎯ you're just too adorable. you like to come up and wrap your arms around his torso, while he's sleeping on his back with an arm around your entire body. he wraps an arm around you to make sure you wouldn't fall off/he wants to keep you close to him. it's a reminder that you're here and you're so peaceful against him.

⎯ he sleeps so late. you would always fall asleep first. you always fall asleep on him so his arm is always numb. but blade doesn't mind, especially when it's you.

⎯ likes to be a fucking TEASE before bed. omg he's like a like roblox troll. his hands are usually cold, so he'd reach under your shirt and like put his hands around your ribcage. it surprises you and makes you jump up into him, which is why he does it.

⎯ blade does not move when he sleeps. he sleeps perfectly still. he isn't a deep sleeper, just a still sleeper. he's hypervigilant, but he manages to stay in the same spot throughout the entire night. that being said, the way his arm/shoulder/whatever body part you're sleeping on becomes numb in the morning...

⎯ blade may seem like a simple guy, but he is not. every time he pulls you closer, he intends to keep you with him for the rest of his life. he likes to bury his head in your hair to remind himself of you; he wants to remember the smell of your shampoo for ages.

⎯ when he wakes up and he sees that you've moved away from him, blade likes to pull you back in.

sampo

⎯ another horrible sleeper. it's bc of his "business hours" that he arrives home at terrible hours.

⎯ sneaks into bed with you... always wakes you up. you give him a oblictatory smack on the shoulder every time he does this, but to your (mock) dismay, he always pulls you on top of him.

⎯ sleeps and does not wake back up. you have to like violently shake him to even get him to stir out of sleep. he arrives home so late and, to make up for lost hours, he sleeps for so long.

⎯ grabs you and does not let you go. you're pressed against him and awake while bro is dead asleep. it's like a whole mission trying to get out of his grip.

⎯ he is so MOUTHY when he wakes up; somehow he regains all energy that he missed out on the previous night and wakes up all happy and clingy. tries to GO BACK TO SLEEP after he realizes the both of you are awake.

⎯ the type to be like, "five more minutes," mf you have slept for FIVE DAYS. he'll use every trick in the book too; he'll do the pout, puppy dog eyes, even going so far as to beg and plead on his knees in the bed.

⎯ and of course, you stay in for five more minutes. i lied, you guys stay in for more than five minutes. you agreed because of his incessant pestering, but also bc you love him i guess.

⎯ he gets home really late and you barely get to see him at night, so for now, you suppose you'll settle for late mornings with sampo.

jing yuan

⎯ GREAT SLEEPER. PERFECT FOR NIGHT ROUTINES. PERFECT FOR MORNING ROUTINES.

⎯ as general, he doesn't have the hectic sleep schedule like dan heng, and he also does not have to wake up as early as gepard. he gets to sleep early with you and he gets to wake up and spend the morning with you as well.

⎯ sometimes yanqing likes to spend time with you in the morning. he goes in to remind jing yuan of something but he ends up staying for one hour bc you two strike up a conversation filled with widely various topics.

⎯ on mornings yanqing doesn't come in, you two just spend the whole morning talking about your plans for the day. your schedules are around the same length as each other, so you two barely have time to spend together during the day. but at least you two have your mornings and nights.

⎯ nights are great. you two like to talk about your days while you lay side to side, head resting on jing yuan's chest. your breathing is synchronized, not uneven. you feel safe, at peace, and calm.

⎯ yk that couples that fall asleep quickly together are chemically bonded? yeah that's you and jing yuan. you two are KNOCKED OUT after like 11:30 (old folk) because you two are chemically bonded.

⎯ whenever the other is not around, you guys have trouble sleeping. you guys sleep so early together, but when you guys are apart? you will be getting no sleep.

⎯ loves sleeping early with you. loves to have you in his arms as fast as possible. loves mornings with you. loves how you look similar to being iridescent in the morning. loves everything about you tbh.

NOT one of my best hcs but thats ok

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[lolitaa-17]

The Worst

Toji x Reader | warnings: creampie, breeding, ermmm idk figure it out.

You wipe off all the snow that was on your coat before entering the cabin. It was Christmas eve and months ago you all (Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Nobara, Yuji, and Toji) decided to spend time together at Gojo's cabin.

"Hi." You smiled at everyone as you open the door, revealing Geto and Gojo attempting to make gingerbread houses. Nobara, Yuji and Megumi making hot chocolate. And finally Toji with of course...another women.

You roll your eyes and take off your coat. Gojo and Geto too focused on the gingerbread houses to even notice you, until Yuji yelled out "She's here!!" which caught the attention of everyone. Yuji pulled you into a big hug. Following Nobara and Megumi, and of course Suguru and Satoru. Toji sitting there watching you with his women wrapped around his arms.

You throw him a little awkward wave before walking into the kitchen with the kids. "He just met her yesterday, and he'll probably leave her tomorrow." Megumi whispered quietly as you got closer. You couldn't help but laugh at his comment.

"What took you so long to get here anyway?" Satoru says wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You could feel Toji burning your back with his gaze. "Work, they've been nonstop recently." You sigh taking the hot chocolate that Nobara passed to you. "I say you quit and become Satoru's trophy wife." she says making a heart sign with her hand at you and Satoru.

"Gross, not Sensei." Megumi says softly slapping Nobara's hand. "Let's not bring dating up actually, because someone looks a little..." Suguru says whispering to you and Satoru. You slightly turn to see Toji scrolling on his phone ignoring the women he brought. "Hey um Juliet..right?" Yuji asked.

She looked so happy that we even looked at her, You felt bad for her. She was young and Toji was manipulative. It was the worst combo. She had her life ahead of her. "Yeah!" she tries to get up but Toji grabs her arm "Sit." and so she does.

"Toji, let her go. She looks bored." You say walking towards them. He looks up at your face. He missed it, those doe eyes, those plump lips, they way your hair touched your face. He gets up not taking his eyes off yours "Go ahead then." He pushed passed you making his way out the front door.

"Thank you! I'm Juliet by the way...I haven't gotten your name yet..." She waited and looked at you for to respond. "Y/n.." you smiled and her eyebrows crashed. "Oh so you're the one Toji always talks about." you sighed.

"Let's go join the others...yeah?" You say changing the topic. She followed you with a small smile plastered on her face. She looked happy just to be here.

Time passed and Toji was still outside. You sigh a little worried. "I'm gonna go check on Toji." before you got up from the couch Juliet stops you. "I'll go with you."

"Juliet wait can you be my parnter for the game that we're playing?" Megumi says trying to stop her from going with you. He looked at her with those same manipulative pleading eyes his dad had. So how could she say no.

You walk towards Toji's Tacoma. It was black...the windows were very tinted but you knew he was in there. You knocked on the window and immediately the window opened. "What the hell do ya want now?" it smelled like cigarettes. "I was just checking in on you." you softly said still intimidated by just his presence. "Well here I am? So bye." You rolled your eyes and turned around walking away from his car.

"Actually y/n.." Your stop and turn around. "Go tell the others that we're gonna go buy booze, Satoru and Suguru have been begging me."

So here you are, sitting in his car while the music is blasting, of course Toji lets you put on your music. He secretly has the same playlist you do and plays it in the car only when your not around.

He stops at a rest area and shifts his gaze towards you before tunring the music down, "I miss you." You nod "No Toji you can't keep doing this." You look out the window trying to stop yourself from tearing up. "Doing exactly what?" He raises his voice.

"You fucking tell me you miss me and you treat me the same every time!" You look at him as the tears finally fell. His gaze soften. He sighs "I've fucking changed baby, I try to find you in everyone I meet." He wipes your tears and traces his thumb over your lips.

"Bringing another women to spite tonight was one way to fuck up already." You grab his hand not letting go. "So it worked?" He smirked. You rolled your eyes pushing his hand "I still fucking love you!"

"Come here." he pats his lap. "No." you say wiping your tears. "Take your coat off and c'mere." He was captivating, his dominance was something you definitely missed.

He grabs your waist gripping it tightly. "You have no idea how long i've been waiting to see you today." You just looked at Toji, not saying one word, until he started kissing your neck. "Is this what you want out of me?" He pulled away giving you the most offended look.

"Is that what you fucking think?" He lets go of your waist. "Toji I didn't mean it like that, it's just every time-"

"Get off me." He demanded.

He drove back to the cabin after grabbing the booze for Satoru and Suguru. The car ride was silent the whole time. Til you finally arrived, "Give this to them and get Juliet for me." You snatched the drink from him and slammed the car door.

Megumi and Yuji shared a room, while Nobara had her own. "Y/n we didn't know that you and Toji were gonna, well break up so you're gonna have to share." Gojo says a bit awkwardly.

"Hmm just sleep with Satoru, His bed is massive." Geto says before taking one big sip of the whiskey. "No. I'll just sleep in the living room, the couches are somewhat comfy."

All the lights were off, the only light was coming from the massive Christmas tree. You felt guilty for saying what you said to Toji, but it was partially true. You were anxious, how late it was getting and he hadn't arrived yet.

Just as if he heard your thoughts, you could see the headlights pulling up to the front of the Cabin. You quickly close your eyes as soon as you heard the front door opening. You could hear the rustling of him taking his coat and shoes off. Until it stopped, now all you heard were his steps getting closer and closer.

"Come on lets go to the room." He whispers as he slowly pats your shoulder. "Toj-" he huffed, "Y/n it wasn't a fucking question, cmon." You got up and followed behind him. The doors opened revealing the cozy room with presents all over the bed. "Toji...did you do all this?" you asked looking up at him as he loomed behind you now.

"Mhm" he takes off his shirt leaving him only in his grey sweatpants. You could sense that he was still mad. He pushed a couple presents and laid down on the bed. "My love, look I'm sorry at the unnecessary comment earlier. I was just mad..." You grab his face and make him look at you. "Open the gifts goddamnit."

You kiss him before sitting next to him on the bed. You wore the shortest booty shorts you could find paired with a grey tanks top. You notice Toji glaring at you, "You're really bugging me." He puts one of the decorative pillows on top of his lap.

You rolled your eyes and started opening the gifts, a bunch of different expensive perfumes, Lingerie and expensive jewelry. You move the pillow and stratal him. "I love all of this, but Toji I just really want you, I want to start over."

You could feel his rock hard dick under you. Just the feeling of him already had you soaking. "Then lets start over." He leans in and pecks your lips. You tired pulling away but his started kissing you more aggressively. The small grunts coming out of his mouth as he feels you slowly grinding on his clothed dick.

"Fuck" you pull away from the messy make out session and started removing your shirt. How Toji sat there admiring your breast. Taking one and massaging it as he sucks the other one. You lean you head back and soft moan. "Lay down." You hear Toji whisper. so you listen.

He slides off your panties, he slides down to meet your wet cunt thats been waiting to see him. "Sit on me." he looks up at you. "Toji, No I don't want to hur-" He scoffs "Look at you and look at me...sit on me."

"Fuck." You moan as his tongue constantly makes contact with the little pearl with his tongue. You grab a handful of his hair as you hear the loud slurping noise. You look down and you see how small you are compared to Toji. It turned you on, you loved how big Toji was. It made you feel comfortable and safe yet so scared.

"T-Toji f..fuck me already." You gasp and he fastened his tempo with his tongue. You couldn't help but squirm closing your legs tighter and tighter but you were scared you were gonna suffocate Toji.

"Fuck Toji m'done, i wan you inside me." So he stops and tosses you on your stomach. "I fucking miss this ass." He smacks your ass causing you to moan. He spreads open your wet pussy lips before sliding his sweats down revealing his lengthy fat veiny dick. You were looking back as he was getting ready to fuck you.

"m'gonna fuck you so hard." He whispers before thrusting hard into you. "Fucmm" You dig your head into the pillow as he thrusted in with no warning, its been a while, getting used to his dick. "I fucking needed you.." Toji threw his head back as he kept thrusting into you. He looked at you, how quiet and muffled your moans were. He slid a pillow under your stomach and grabbed your by the neck causing you to look up.

"T-Toji stahh.." you bit your lip as the pleasure kept going constantly. With every grunt you heard coming out of Toji, the faster he went. Slapping your ass occasionally. "f..fuck how about I fucking making your pregnant." He says as he feels himself getting ready to cum.

"Pleasmm Toji." You bite your lips. "I wan..it" you gasp. "M'yeah? You wan hold m'fucking kids?" His thrust getting harder and deeper, his tip constantly hitting the gushy spot in your pussy . "Mmhmm, yes i wan it." You moan.

"Fuck." he says letting his load spill inside your pussy. Finally puling out and dropping right next to you. "Fuck Toji." You try to catch your breath. "I've missed it, you, your scent. I missed all of it. I love you so fucking much. I don't ever want to let you go." You lazily smile at him "Cute...clean me up."

He laughs and gets up to grab a rag to clean you.

-

"The Christmas miracle was Toji and Y/n getting back together." Satoru says noticing how touchy Toji had been with you all morning. Nobara rolls her eyes, "Make her a trophy wife, or someone else will." Suguru butts in "I don't think that's gonna be a problem considering they plan on having a-" Toji smacks him on the head. "Shut up."

You embarrassingly walk away from them walking to the Kitchen where Megumi had been making himself a tea. "I'm glad you gave him another chance, the amount of times he would nonstop talk about you was getting annoying, no offense." You laughed, "What are you fucking saying little boy?" Megumi grabbed his mug, "Nothing, I made you a coffee already y/n its on the counter." You grabbed the coffee as Toji wrapped his big arms around your waist.

"He says that about me but he low key misses you too." He chuckles leaning in kissing you passionately. "Mm yeah? Well like father like son." you smile as he gives you that look that you loved, his sly smirk.

#fushiguro toji #jjk smut #jjk toji #jujutsu toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji smut #fushiguro #smut #drabble

[weebsinstash]

In case it wasn't obvious by my complete LACK of screaming, I actually wound up hanging out with family and walking away from the TV before fully completing Hazbin's fourth episode, AKA The One I Know Is Gonna Drive Me Wild 😩❤️ so speaking of poison, time to get drunk again and finish that last episode!

I really gotta say though, as someone who has been chatting with a few other people... laughing howling barking at the amount of people straight up, "yeah Valentino is sexy but now that we know more about him, VOX THOUGH" like the amount of autistic girl pussy this man could pull is WILD

in episode two during the scene introducing VoxTech they make it VERY clear that Vox also straight up has fucking hypnosis powers??? It's when his left eye gets all... woobly? And then when Vox was calming down Val, that same effect was used TWICE, so, lowkey implying Vox tries to "lull" Valentino into a calmer state

"What are you doing, Val"

"You're not going over there."

Also the delivery on that line was hot 😩 imagine Vox saying something to you like "don't leave the studio :)" and he can tell you're not gonna listen to him or you're only half listening and he just repeats himself like THIS, the register of his voice lowers firmly, "You're NOT leaving the studio" and suddenly your head feels kinda fuzzy as he starts telling you all the different reasons it's too crazy outside for you to leave his sight... yeah... guess he's right... better... trust him...

Vox is composed, calculating, cunning, he's the SALESMAN, the sweet-talker, the schemer. Val's yelling and screaming that you ran off and aren't answering his calls and being manic, throwing things, tearing people apart, and meanwhile here's Vox, "calm down Valentino I can just activate the tracker I put on the phone I gave them :)"

remember in the past where I talked about Val getting Reader their first phone down in Hell. I can still see that because Val is fawning over you so much he gives you a phone so he can contact you whenever he wants, like LMAO imagine Val calling texting calling texting and everyone's watching him go fucking crazy "WHY AREN'T THEY RESPONDING fucking BITCH" and here's Angel "Boss they dont even have a phone???? Whose number are you even calling????", BUT I also see Vox doing this because he's the actual one who can do some shit like "oh yeah here's just a little something I threw together, it's the new VPhone 27, it's whatever" and later you find out he gave you the equivalent of like a $3000 iPhone and it has like special features on it that he very clearly put on there just for you but you have no frame of reference so you don't even realize how nice your phone is until someone else comments on it

Also. Valentino snatching Reader's phone and chucking it and completely shattering it and it sends you into a rage, "THAT WAS A GIFT FROM VOX YOU TEMPERAMENTAL PRICK!" and Vox returns from the bathroom or some shit to you yelling and screaming at each other, "You're lucky I don't put something in that smart mouth of yours to teach you some respect you ungrateful whore!!" "well YOU'RE LUCKY I don't sit on your face until you fucking suffocate and die a second time!!" and Vox feels himself getting kinda. Hot watching you two go back and forth, "I should fuckin tie you up until you're begging for me to stop whipping that fat ass of yours RAW!" "Cocky stuck up men like you always cry and whimper the loudest when they get restrained and FUCKED UP THE ASS"

Vox just in shock as you're able to TEAR INTO THIS MAN and walk away completely unscathed, all you guys really do is scream at each other and then 20 minutes later after you've walked away, always YOU to disengage or else he'll just keep going, Val's texting you shortly thereafter, "heeeeeeey baaaaabe, come back 🥺 I miss you ❤️" and then the second you fall for it and come back, "took you long enough, fucking brat" and you're getting pulled into his lap to forcibly cuddle him and be made to brush his chest fur while he makes calls for drug deals and shit

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

[babygirldior]

up all night thinking (about you)

you know i had to use this image i HAD TO

neymar x gender neutral reader

requested: yes! @neymarsgirl anything with sitting on his lap

hope you all like this! it took me like an hour and i havent written anything in months (since my last fic) so forgive me if its bad or messy i'm not too happy with it but i feel like with all the interaction recently (thank you all i love you!!) i needed to get something out there.

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he tries to shut the door lightly, gripping the handle tightly and shifting his weight against the wood to make the hinges quieter, a trick he had learnt years ago on a night just like this.

the big lights in the foyer and living room are off, only the led lights on the bottoms of the couches and under cupboards in the kitchen were on, basking the room with dim, warm light that creep up the high walls toward the darkness.

his back aches. his shoulders ache. his knees ache. the point is everything aches and he's tired.

he had woken up before the sun had risen this morning, kissing you gently and pulling the covers over your shoulders before leaving you, still fast asleep, for training. then there were the interviews, and the back-to-back meetings, and all ney wanted to do was climb into bed and let your hands play with the strands of his hair until your steady breathing lulled him to sleep. but he tries not to make any noise that would wake you, and shuffles toward the couch instead. he sighs and lets his head drop back to stare at the ceiling.

he doesn't notice you padding downstairs to sit by him until you're close enough to reach out and touch him.

"i didn't mean to wake you." he mumbles, watching you slump onto the couch next to him. your face is puffy and you're looking at him with bleary eyes like you can't really see him, but you smile a sleepy smile anyways.

"you didn't." you tell him softly, and both of you know you're lying.

you're wearing an oversized shirt- one of his, he doesn't fail to notice. it's a light cream colour and it drapes loosely across your shoulders and it smells like his cologne and your bodywash, rustic and sweet.

ney's chest aches in fondness. he still finds it hard to believe it's possible to want someone as much as he wants you. he wants your smile, your laughter, your bright eyes and hands built for holding. he has you and he still wants. wants in ways he will never say aloud. wants in ways you already know.

he pulls you onto his lap, hugging you tightly to his chest. he holds you like he'll never let you go, and you'll let him and you'll believe he won't, if only for the night.

you curl your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him in. he relaxes under your touch, a content hum escaping from in between his parted lips.

"i missed you today." his breath his hot against the crook of your neck and his hands trace patterns over your thighs. he tilts his chin up and looks at you through half-lidded inky eyes and you stare back at him and wonder if he will ever know how much you love him.

"i missed you more."

you don't ask him about his day because you know that's the last thing he wants to think about right now, and he doesn't tell you you're wrong even though you are. he doesn't mention the way his heart hurts, actually hurts when he thinks about you when he's away, even though he could. and he doesn't tell you that he loves you, but he does.

he tells you he misses you, because maybe that's easier than admitting he needs you.

and he ignores the aching, because it will always be there.

he holds you in his arms and lets himself fall asleep to the steady babump-babump-babump of your heartbeat.

-

ugh i love when it literally pains him to not be with u

#nemyar #neymar jr #neymar fanfic #neymar x reader #neymar jr fanfic #brazil #neymar imagine #football #footballer x reader

[cosmicstarlatte]

Levi A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

⬅Back to Smut HC A-Z Masterlist ◇

18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (9 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

tags: punishment, humiliation Every once in a while you need to punish him, either he spent way too much on otaku merch or he's been missing classes too much, whatever. You'll usually sit on him & tease him as he tries to play on his PC. He knows what you're doing & he begs to feel you, please he'll 'do better' he says. Unfortunately for him his poor cock won't get that sweet relief exactly. he can beg & whine all he wants & rub desperately against you but he's still gonna have to cum in his pants.

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

It was clumsy & cute. The poor otaku was so nervous, he couldn't believe he could bag such a baddie. Someway somehow even with the nervousness he still felt calm with you, if that makes any sense. He was more worried about you than him & he just wanted to make you feel good. especially when he came rather quickly before the 1st round. Anyway, the nerd is packin' & those hands & tongue work skillfully. ...You definitely went a few good rounds into the night & left each other a mess before finally taking a sweet bath together. After, you guys cuddled under a warm blanket & watched a lighthearted anime. ♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: Possessive, Love bites/Marking, Scenting Sweetie, he's the avatar of envy. When it's extreme, there's no hiding it, he gives in. That sweet shy nervous otaku? Gone. He's bringing & giving grand admiral energy, he's giving 'one of the powerful lords of hell.' Sure he could summon Lotan or use something else if he wants to, but all he really needs is to say "Go away" in a icy cold voice & glare that makes thousands of soldiers shiver. You almost feel sorry for any bastard that tries to make him jealous. Even after they leave though, he wants nothing more but to mark you with visible love bites & rub his scent all over you. He made it easily known to his brothers to not touch what's his.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

It happens frequently hehe. You tend to stay over a lot to watch a marathon or play games. Levi's libido is strong, he's always down to fuck in the morning, it brightens his spirit. Watching you take his cock & filling you up right before school is the perfect way to start the day. It's especially motivating when he knows you walk around the entire day with his cum between your legs, he cant wait to come home & fuck you again. (If he can wait that long)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

You know what I'm not gonna lie, I think he'd be just a tad disappointed at first. Of course he reminds himself a lot of porn is fake anyway & then he really tunes in to the small delicious sounds you do reveal. The faces you make. The little bits you let him hear are still so very fucking hot & sexy. He's the one making you sound like that either way~

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Ah...Levi is easy. He's not very good at hiding it. A flushed face and a small sheen of sweat to him. He gets a little extra irritable as well. The biggest sign is the tent in his pants when he's around you. Sorry, but he doesn't hide it very well, it's obvious when he looks like he's trying to hide something when he tries to cover up down there. (I wonder if he does it on purpose?)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Do you realize what you've done? The first time you sent him a video, he got instantly hard & couldnt stop cumming to that video. Unfortunately for him he kept getting hard any time he thought about it that week, it was embarrassing walking around with a constant erection. His first few videos in response were a little clumsy, but it turned you on. He was a loud moaner & he loved to whimper. Little whiney pants when he was getting close always did it for you. He made sure to take better video, especially audio when he learned you really loved his moans. ♡

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

tags: overstimulation The only thing on his mind is getting you off the entire night until you're crying & begging him to stop. Until you're drained. He knows it's about the two of you celebrating but...you're his life partner now! He's so grateful you chose him out of everyone. Please let him worship you tonight, lay back & let him handle it. He promises he's enjoying this as much as you are. Promise.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

tags: double dicks, creepy!pervy!levi I'm not going to lie to y'all, Levi's a freak. (Okay we knew this) He watches all kinds of porn, both real & hentai. I'd say it's nearly an every day thing, it's hard taking care of two monster cocks & he needs to empty his balls. His favorite? POV hentai vids. Especially ones that look like you... Perhaps he has a few commissioned hentais where they look like the two of you...

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

#Levi: #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me smut #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan smut #obey me leviathan headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan x you #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me levi #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

[starlightsearches]

Your Eddie NSFW Alphabet and what you said about oral makes me want to ride his face on the picnic table with his ring-covered fingers digging bruises into our thighs, keeping us in place and rocking against his face, maybe even despite our protests because he loves eating pussy so much that he doesn't care if he drowns or never breathes again as long as he gets to go between our legs.

Body Electric

I'm SCREAMING with out the S, my friend! Here's something I wrote for the idea 💖 comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, infidelity (reader cheats on her boyfriend 🫢), fingering (f), oral (f), a wee bit of overstimulation, drug mention, I think that's it!

You've never met a person as flirtatious as Eddie.

He flirts with everybody, but it's different with you. He flirts with you all the time—even when your boyfriend's around.

Especially when your boyfriend is around.

Which is probably why he suggested that you meet up with Eddie alone today, sending you off with a patronizing pat on your ass. "Maybe he'll give you a discount."

Eddie's giving you more than a discount.

It started with a game. Is that what he called it? A game? Or maybe it was a bet.

All you know is he was sitting next to you at the picnic table, making jokes, asking where your shitty boyfriend was with his shitty taste in music and his shitty stick and poke tattoos.

You hadn't meant to laugh. Really. But you couldn't help it when he smiled at you so wide, light dancing in his big brown eyes, his whole demeanor screaming I could be better than him, if you let me.

You'd watched his fingers stroking up the bare skin of his arms, admired the corded veins in his hands and the heavy rings he wears. He was still smiling when you looked back at his face, but there was something heavier in the air between you, something that makes the breath in your lungs catch on the way out.

"I bet he's shitty at a lot of things."

That’s what he'd said to you in a voice that just dripped with sex, your cheeks burning under his smug grin—practically chewing your lip off because he was right and for some reason you were the one embarrassed.

His hands slipped out of sight beneath the table, the tips of his fingers tracing along the inside of your thigh, his touch sending your head spinning better than weed ever had.

And then he'd shifted closer, the ends of his hair tickling at your jaw, hot breath on your neck and you had to keep your eyes closed because if you looked at him, there'd be nothing stopping you from burying your hands in his hair and tasting the cigarette smoke off his lips.

"Me? I'd never be a shitty boyfriend," he whispers, "especially if I had a girl like you."

That's how you ended up with Eddie the freak Munson knuckle deep in your cunt.

And he's definitely not shitty. Got you in tears with hardly any effort, stroking his long fingers against your sensitive front wall, just barely tracing circles over your clit with his thumb. The picture of patience.

He watches you the entire time, gnawing on his pink bottom lip, eyes so wide it's like he's forgotten how to blink, like he doesn't want to miss a second of this. Your own hands are clenched around the collar of his denim jacket, his wallet chain jangling with every shift of your hips. You're waiting to combust, to just burst into flames in his lap.

And then Eddie stops moving, his fingers slipping from your wet folds, leaving you empty.

God, the whine that leaves you is loud enough they should hear it all the way in East Hawkins, but you've got no chance pulling his attention away from his own fingers. He holds his hand up between you, silver rings glinting in the sunlight.

And that's not the only part of him that's glinting.

"Holy shit."

His fingers are shiny where they've been inside you, slick stretching in strands between the digits when he spreads them apart.

You'd thought you'd gotten rid of all your shyness, tossed somewhere among the leaves along with your underwear, but that's not the case. You're on fire all the way down to your neck, burning with shame you're not even sure if you should feel. Maybe you should apologize, just in case it's not normal.

But Eddie's not looking for an apology. He just slips his digits into his own mouth, kissing at his rings before pulling them back out with a wet pop. His spit smears against your cheek when he cups your face in his hand.

"You have got to let me taste you."

Jesus. You should really be more careful about what you're willing to smoke. All that shit is starting to make you hallucinate.

"What?"

Eddie's already on the table, rolling onto his back, flecking off chips of the faded red paint with every shift of his hips.

"Come on," he says, gesturing you over with a nod of his head.

He's actually serious. You press your thighs tighter together, and they stick a little with the spend he's already coaxed out of you. Your ass still stays on the bench.

"What if- what if I hurt you?"

Eddie just shrugs. "What a way to go, am I right?"

You're sure you don't have to tell him that your boyfriend's never gone down on you before, and you're definitely sure that he can tell you've never sat on anybody's face. The pile of nerves in your stomach shifts restlessly, and you know he can see that, too.

"I'm not above begging, baby," he shifts onto his side, leaning close enough that you can hear him when he whispers, "there's a very exclusive discount for girls who ride my face."

For a second, your nerves gone—replaced with an acrid jealousy. "Exclusive?"

He takes your hands in his, fingers intertwining shyly. There's some red in his cheeks when you look at him. "This is the first time I've offered it."

Okay. Okay. There's no way you could say no, even if you wanted to. He could get you to do whatever he wanted with one look from those big, brown eyes. Lucky for you, this is something you really, really wanted.

You press your lips to his before you can lose your nerve, breathing in the smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne and the barest earthy scent that follows him everywhere.

He's good at this, too—damn him—tracing the gap between your lips with his tongue as he helps you onto the table, pulling you into place until you're straddling his hips, body electric at the feel of him.

Eddie urges you up onto your knees, shifting a little beneath you until everything disappears under your skirt except for his smiling eyes.

"Ready, baby?" He asks. His breath feels cool against the burning skin of your thighs.

You breathe a yes, and he's on you, open-mouthed kisses everywhere but where you want him. Your legs are shaking, knees threatening to buckle when you feel the nip of his teeth, his wide, warm hands cupping your ass underneath your skirt, pulling you closer.

"Fuck."

You fall forward, catching yourself with one outstretched palm, totally ignorant to the splinters burying themselves in your hands as he guides your hips against his mouth, tongue spread wide and flat, dragging across your cunt.

Oh god. His lips wrap around your clit next, sucking a teasing little pattern, just barely nipping at the sensitive nerves. You're already overwhelmed by the sensation, trying to lift away from him, trying to find some relief, but there's nowhere to go. His fingers tighten around your hips, cool rings biting against your flushed skin. He's in no position to speak, but you can imagine what he's trying to say well enough. You'll get used to it.

You don't think you could ever get used to this.

He eases off your clit, like he's hoping to make this last, but that’s not gonna happen. Not when he flattens his tongue again, gently guiding the shift of your hips, letting you grind down on him.

"God, Eddie." You don't even know if he can hear you between the pillows of your thighs, but you've got to say something, easing a little more weight down onto his face, adjusting the pressure until it sparks through you again. You have to let him know how good this feels, bracing one hand against the ripped knee of his jeans, arching back for the right angle.

Eddie Munson is smiling against your pussy. He's never shut up for this long before, so you have to imagine what he might say, read the language of his hands and the shift of his hips. Hear his voice in your mind saying the dirtiest shit you can imagine. Use me, baby. Get your fill. Cum on my fucking face.

You're going to. There's no way for you to avoid it, not with one of his hands slipping around to the cleft of your pussy, his thumb sliding between your folds and massaging your clit as he french kisses at your core.

"Eddie, I'm- fuck."

No chance to warn him. You're disappearing, lost in the heat of it—your own personal solar eclipse. It has your vision dimming at the edges and your body shaking as it's overcome, cunt pulsing and head emptied of anything but the places where you connect.

And still he doesn't stop, laving his tongue over your ruined pussy, circling your thrumming clit until you're sure you are going to explode.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie."

You really do fall this time, slumping forward until there's cold air kissing your wrecked center instead of his hot, heavy mouth.

He's laughing, when you look down at him. Slick, shining mouth stretched wide over his perfect teeth, dimples in his cheeks collecting your arousal. He wipes his mouth off on the back of his arm, still grinning when he sits beside you, nudging your shoulder with his own.

"You good?" he asks, like he hadn't almost killed you. Could you die from an orgasm that good? You can't help but feel like you cheated death, like your spirit almost left your body.

And then your heart rate slows, and he's nuzzling his face against your throat, pressing little kisses along the ridge of your jaw.

"You there, princess?"

He whispers the words right up against your ear, nose pressed flat against your cheek, and you've got enough of your breath back to laugh.

"Yeah, I'm here."

You can taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you, slow and way too romantic for what just happened, hand resting on your own.

"Come on," he says, jumping off the table, "sun's gonna set soon."

He picks up your pink cotton briefs from off the ground, brushing the leaves from them. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes when he looks back at you.

"Can I keep these?"

You nod, still a little dizzy. You'd give him a kidney after the way he just made you feel.

You're as shaky as a baby deer when you stand, but he's right at your side, holding you up with a surprisingly strong arm around your waist.

"You okay, baby?"

You nod, biting at your lip. "Can I, uh, would you give me a ride home?"

It's not that far a walk, normally . . . when you can feel your legs.

He just laughs again, pressing another sloppy kiss to your cheek.

"Sure thing, princess. Maybe we can stop at a payphone on the way so you can call up your piece of shit boyfriend and tell him he's not your boyfriend anymore."

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #my writing #requests #minors dni

[cowgurrrl]

Kiwi

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: as I was writing this, I proclaimed in the most southern accent, “now we’re cookin’ with peanut oil!” so do that with that

Summary: Joel goes home for a month. You stay in California to work. What could possibly go wrong? [3.8k]

Warnings: HEAVILY implied casting couch culture, brief allusion to creepy Hollywood producers, yearning, I can’t think of anything else!!

Boarding my flight now.

Thanks for letting me know?

Well, I texted my mama to let her know, and she told me to text "that girlfriend of mine."

Doesn't sound like she's a huge fan.

She'll live.

You like the message and go to put your phone away when it buzzes again.

Is it weird that I kinda miss talking to you?

You smile and ignore your name being called over the intercom for another beat.

There are a lot of weird things about you, Joel Miller, but that one feels the most normal.

Text me when you land in Austin. Tell your mom I said hi.

You tuck your phone away, fighting the stupid smile on your face, and look up to see a pissed-off PA walking towards you. You apologize and half jog to the sound stage where Ryan is waiting. 

"The perfect punctual queen is late for once? Is the world going to shit?" He asks, and you slap his arm.

"People are allowed to be late."

"Does your lateness have anything to do with your boy toy?"

"Are you ever gonna call him by his name?" You ask. He senses that you're stalling his question and take a deep breath. "Joel is flying home to Texas today to visit family and get some work done. He'll be gone for a month."

"Oh, how will you ever survive?" He pouts, and you give him a look. The director calling for places stops you from responding, but you threaten him with the promise of picking up the conversation later. 

You don't ever get to tell him off for suggesting that you can't live without Joel being in the same state because of how late shooting goes. It might've been exhaustion, but you swore that you saw the sun starting to rise over the horizon by the time you finally got to leave. You knocked out a good chunk of the scenes you were still working on, which is great news, but you were mentally and physically drained. You slept most of the next day and missed Joel's messages from one whole time zone away. 

Landed.

Jesus Christ, I forgot how hot it is here.

My mama told me to ask you if you go to church since she doesn't believe me.

Attached: Two photos

You laugh as you sleepily scroll through his texts when you wake up mid-afternoon, feeling a little bit better from your long night. One of the pictures he sent is of him sitting in the cab of an old truck with the caption, "This was my first car. I can't convince my dad to sell the damn thing." The second is a blurry photo of a blue-looking weed on the side of the road surrounded by what looks like thousands of other blue weeds. "Turns out the state flower will literally grow anywhere besides in a pot in my house."

A) I'm glad you made it in safely. B) Isn't Texas the armpit of the South? C) I don't go to church, and I never have, but please feel free to lie to her. D) I can imagine a young, emo Joel Miller driving it now.

He reads your messages almost as soon as they deliver, and your screen lights up with his initials as he calls you. You yawn as you pick up and hear chatter in the background of wherever he is.

"First of all," he starts in a determined tone. "Texas ain't the armpit of the South. That's South Carolina." He says. He hasn't even been in Texas for forty-eight hours, and his accent is already thick again.

"My mistake," you laugh. "Did you have another point, or was that it?"

"Second of all, why d'you sound so tired?"

"Obviously, I was out partying with strange men all night."

"Really?" He asks, and you scoff.

"No, Joel. Filming went really late yesterday. I don't think I got home until six this morning."

"Sounds intense." 

"Not as intense as being interrogated by your mother," you say, and he hums. You hear someone laughing in the background and relish in the joy that you're not there to witness. He doesn't say anything for a minute, and you wonder if the line dropped, but when you pull the phone away from your face, you see the call is still active. "You really miss me so much that you called me just to sit on the line?"

"Maybe I did." He says. You take a deep breath and glance at the clock on your bedside table. He's two hours ahead. The sun must be setting by now, casting gorgeous rays onto his skin and making his eyes look amber. You wonder what Texas air does to Joel's soul. Maybe it soothes him like only an old baby blanket can. Maybe it makes him jumpy, like he's waiting for a clap of thunder that never comes. Maybe it makes him wonder why he left in the first place. You wish you could be there to read his expression and try to decipher what he's thinking. Someone calls Joel's name in the background, and you hear him shuffle with the phone, probably covering the microphone with his hand because the voices become muffled. When the phone comes back to his ear, he takes a deep breath, and you do the same. "I gotta go. Can I call you tomorrow?" He asks. 

"I'm counting on it, Miller." You say, and he laughs before mumbling a good night and hanging up the phone. 

After that, it becomes a habit for Joel to call you every day from Texas. He'll tell you different stories about his parents, how Austin has changed since he left, and update you on how the newest album is coming. He listens to you rant about work, how tired you are, and how frustrated you always get toward the end of a project. Sometimes the conversations last ten minutes, and sometimes they last hours. One night, you fell asleep on the phone with him because he was trying to get your opinion on a new song, but you had spent the day filming the scene of your character giving birth, which was tiring in its own right. He doesn't chide you for it. He just sends you a goodnight text and promises to call you the following night.

You hate to admit it, but production speeds up with Joel out of town. You end up wrapping your scenes a week early while Ryan still has another couple of days of filming his scenes. You'll probably get called back in for reshoots in a few months, but you feel really good about the work you put out there, and you finally get the chance to rest before Melanie sends you more scripts to read over. You send Joel a photo of your open laptop and a glass of wine next to it as the California sun sets over your balcony. 

Wrap parties are looking different as I get older.

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll still be a drunk, no matter how old.

Asshole.

Lashing out is the first sign of a bigger problem. I think I should call Melanie.

You laugh and search for the middle finger emoji when he sends you another text.

Paul got me on the list for some charity event this Saturday. Want to come with me? He said it'd probably be better to get some more dates in sooner rather than later.

The reminder that this is all fake shifts your entire mood. Of course, it's always lingering in your mind, but the texting didn't feel fake. The late-night calls didn't feel fake. He didn't feel fake. In fact, this is the first time you feel like you have a sliver of an idea as to who Joel Miller actually is when he isn't selling out world tours and recording platinum albums. It's stupid for you to feel this way. You have no reason to. No right. You take a deep breath and type out a message.

Sure.

On Friday, you drive to the airport to pick Joel up, creating an over-the-top scene of you running and jumping into his arms. His hat falls off his head and onto the ground as he catches you and kisses you sweetly. When he sets you back on the ground, he doesn't let you go right away. He lingers in your arms, and even though your feelings are still hurt and you're still trying to remind yourself that this is all fake, you let him. He smells like a detergent you don't recognize, but underneath that, you catch a whiff of the cologne he always wears. You rub his back as you hold him in the middle of the airport. 

"'S really good to see your face," he says into your neck, and you nod. 

"You too."

As you drive him home, he brings you up to speed on how the album is coming along and how different Texas was when he was there. You tell him about the last few days on set and an upcoming press junket in New York City. He lights up when you tell him the dates as you maneuver through LA traffic.

"I'm scheduled to go to New York to work with my sound mixer that same time. He's got his own studio out there now and knows more about it than I do," he says. "Maybe we can fly together? Make it look like a couple's trip?"

"Sure," you say. He furrows his eyebrows at your lack of excitement, and you scramble for something else to talk about. "How are your parents?" You ask. The rest of the ride to his house goes off without a hitch, and he kisses you again as he gets out of the car, both of you highly aware of the car full of paparazzi that's been tailing you since you left the airport. He promises to pick you up at five the following night, and you just nod. When you get home, you walk calmly into your house, lock the door, and scream.

Joel's hand is in yours as you wait for your turn to walk the carpet. You're not sure why there's a red carpet at a charity event, but you're not about to throw a fit about it. Joel is wearing a sleek black suit, and you're matching with a long black dress. It's a low-cut backless dress, and a sparkly necklace your stylist picked out rests against your sternum. Joel taps your hand, and you look at him.

"You okay?" He asks. He looks worried as he steps between you and the wall of photographers waiting for you to stand and pose perfectly for their photos. "You've been quiet the past few days."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. I think I'm still recovering from that last week of filming." 

"Are you sure you're not gettin' sick?" He asks, raising his other hand to your cheeks like he's checking your temperature. You smile half-heartedly and swat his hand away.

"I'm sure," you say. He tries to say more, but someone with a clipboard gets your attention and asks if you're ready. You nod and step onto the carpet, holding Joel's hand. The press erupts into a cloud of noise, startling you and making Joel laugh. You slap his chest and plaster on your rehearsed smile. You do your best to look where all the photographers are yelling at you to look and try different poses so they can get what they need. Everyone has to make a living, you suppose. You just wish their salary wasn't at the expense of your privacy. 

You get halfway down the carpet, taking pictures as a couple and some solo shots, before one of the photographers yells a new command. "Can we get a kiss?" He shouts. You pretend not to hear him and show off how the dress dips down your back, hugging you in all the right places. Still, the photographer is demanding a kiss, and now others have joined in too. It feels very "dance, monkey, dance," but you do your best to grit your teeth and smile. You catch Joel staring at you when you turn. It could be the flashing bulbs of cameras or how he's looking at you, but his eyes are sparkling, and the creases in the corners make you melt just a little. 

You hold out your hand for him to join you, which he happily obliges, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close enough for him to kiss your temple. "You alright?" He asks against your skin as you rest a hand on his chest and look up at him. You nod and glance between his eyes and his lips. The chorus of people practically begging for a picture of you two kissing is growing, and you raise your eyebrows at him. 

"You gonna keep them waiting, or are you gonna kiss me?" You ask, the playful lilt reserved for him returning to your voice. He gives you a look and smirks before leaning down a pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Everyone ooh's and aw's at you two, but you only care about how fast his heartbeat is against your palm. You want to blame it on the anxiety of walking the carpet and having people scream at you to do whatever they want. No, you have to blame it on that. There's no other option.

When you finally get inside, Joel gets you a glass of wine and a mixed drink for himself. The event is sweet and goes by quickly as you listen to people talk about something they're so passionate about. You decide to donate some money under an anonymous name once you are all excused to the reception, where there's food, more alcohol, and dancing. Joel leaves your side to catch up with some musician buddies, kissing your cheek before disappearing into the crowd. 

You nurse your wine as people you've never met start conversations with you. They're all polite and ask about your newest project, how LA's been treating you, and what's up next for you. You can't reveal much due to the NDA you signed at the beginning of shooting, but you tell them how excited you are for them to be able to see it and admit you've got some auditions lined up in the coming weeks. You've probably given the same answers to a handful of different people when you realize you're out of wine and Joel is still missing. You scan the room for him, but you can't find him. That's fine, you think. It's not like he's obligated to stick to my side at all times. He can have his own life.

You sigh as you belly up to the bar and order another glass of wine. You almost make it a double when someone taps your arm, making you turn. "I don't mean to interrupt, but you look exquisite tonight. I just thought you should know," ultra-famous producer Richard Pike tells you. You blink at him, your brain struggling to catch up with the fact that one of the men who's made the most award-winning films in the past twenty years just noticed you. "I know everyone has probably told you that tonight, but-"

"Oh, no. Thank you. I'm sorry. I was just a little starstruck right then," you apologize before holding your hand out to introduce yourself. He takes your hand and kisses the top of it. It's very dramatic, but this is Hollywood we're talking about. Your glass of wine arrives, and he pays the bartender before you can even reach for your purse. 

"Women as gorgeous as you should never have to pay for a drink. Ever." He says, and you laugh.

"I mean, I won't argue with you on that," you say, taking your glass in your hand to clink it against his glass of scotch. "Thank you, Mr. Pike."

"Please, call me Richard," he insists. "You just finished another movie, didn't you? You're a very busy girl."

"Yes, sir. I'm already looking for new projects to audition for." 

"Oh, I remember when I had actors audition. See, that was before I started writing roles for specific actors. Some people call that crude or playing favorites, but it hasn't failed me yet." 

"No, sir, it hasn't."

"So formal! Yes, sir! No, sir! Are you like this with everyone?" He asks as he takes a big swig of his drink.

"Just people who can cast me," you say. You're partially joking, but it's enough for him. He laughs, and his hand lands perfectly on your exposed back as he cackles loudly. You force yourself to laugh along with him and suddenly get that sinking feeling in your chest. Everybody seems to strategically look away from you two at the bar, and you want to be anywhere but here. 

"You know, I've seen a few of your movies," he says, getting close to your face like he's telling you a secret. "I think you've got a lot of potential. With just a little coaching and one great role," his hand dips lower down your back, and you freeze. Ice water runs through your veins, and everything is screaming at you to run away, but your heels stay planted against the expensive hardwood. "We'll make an Oscar winner of you yet."

"Excuse me," a familiar drawl says behind you. You both turn and make eye contact with Joel. "May I steal my girlfriend for a dance? I promised her one on the way over." He asks, but he's already wrapping an arm around your waist, ready to pull you away. The hand on your back disappears and claps Joel on the shoulder.

"Of course! You take good care of this one!"

"Yes, sir," Joel says as he pulls you to the dance floor. Your heart is still beating in your throat, and you feel like you could cry, but Joel's looking at you with such kindness. You find safety in him as you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly sway with him, the soft material of his dress shirt calming you down. He waits until Pike is out of earshot to lean down to talk in your ear. "Now, I know you don't need me savin' you like that. Are you sure you're okay?" 

"He's one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. He could tank my career in a single email. You want to be the one to yell at him?" You ask. "If I said or did something, he would've doubled down, but he respects you more. He backed off because, in his mind, I belong to you."

"How do you know?"

"I've dealt with people like him before. They're all the same old men who think they can offer you a legacy on a silver platter if you fuck them. I've gotten enough advice from other actors to know how to handle them. Let them get touchy but find an out before it can go too far. Stroke their egos so they feel good about themselves. Basically, do whatever to keep you and your career safe."

"I thought stuff like that didn't happen anymore."

"You and everyone else in the world. Things don't just magically change because one guy goes to jail." You sigh. 

"I'm sorry," he says, and you shake your head. 

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

"It was one of the first things people told me when I started. They said it was something I might just have to… endure but that the weight would get easier to carry. One actress even told me that it was the price we have to pay because everyone wants to be us," you chuckle. He doesn't interrupt you; he just stares at you with apologetic eyes like he would take this burden from you if he could. You almost believe him. "I don't think that's true. I think most people would hand this lifestyle in the second it got too real."

"What would you do if you weren't an actor?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I always thought about being a teacher. Sure, the pay is shit, and the work is thankless, but kids are our future, you know? There's something really special about shaping young minds."

"Sounds nice."

"What about you? What would you do if you weren't doing this?"

"Probably something with my hands. I worked as a mechanic for a while, and I really liked that. I liked how it was a big puzzle that needed to get sorted out and fixed up."

"Why'd you stop?" You ask. 

"I needed to grow up. My dad owned a contracting company, so I worked with him until I saved up enough to record my first album. And that was that."

"It's crazy how we fought so hard to get to where we are, and now that we're here, it's..." You trail off, trying to figure out what you want to say.

"Terrifying?" He suggests, and you nod. "Yeah, I'm terrified every second of every day."

"You don't act like it." 

"I don't act like a lot of things that I should," he says. He stares at you so intently that the rest of the world fades away. You don't hear the song die down or the applause erupt around you as the band takes a bow. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. You know how crazed it is. He wets his lips before stepping back and trailing his eyes down your dress and back up to your face like he's taking you in for the first time. "You really do look beautiful tonight." You swallow around the lump in your throat and smooth your hands down your dress, suddenly self-conscious. 

"Thank you." You mumble. 

Pictures of you two kissing on the carpet and dancing inside are circulating online before you even leave the event. You wake up to a huge batch of texts— one from your mom, two from Joel, six from Ryan, and one from Melanie about your trip to New York that you barely read. You would've stayed in bed wallowing in your own bad luck if there wasn't a sharp knock on your door. You groan the whole way down the stairs like it will help you greet whoever has decided to show up at your house at eight in the morning, but nobody's there when you open the door. 

Instead, a bouquet of flowers in a lovely vase sits on your mat with a note sticking out. You glance down your street and barely catch a delivery truck turning down the block. You carefully take the flowers into your kitchen before plucking the note between the petals. 

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl - JM 

(PS bought these of my own volition)

"Goddammit," you mutter under your breath as you think about his lips on yours, his soft shirt, and his stupid fucking, "I don't act like a lot of things I should."

#one for the money two for the show #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller au #tlou au #the last of us au #rockstar!joel miller #rockstar!au #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #I promise Sarah and Ellie are going to make an appearance soon 🫶

[finniestoncrane]

Hii! Idk if you’ve done this one before but I have a horrible cold rn so my request is: how would the rogues take care of a sick reader? I love your work and I’ve been dying to request something for a bit now

Sick Reader

Rogues Headcanons ok i love offering a lil bit of goodness and comfort for people when they're feeling shitty so i have tried to get this out as soon as possible for you! i hope you're better now though!! 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, some sexual stuff i mean it's me

scarecrow

he's actually very calm about it, very structured and prepared

sickness is something he dislikes, so he's sympathetic

and knowledgeable in prevention as well as curing

so you'll be sent to bed with a hot water bottle and a tea

and nursed softly back to health by him until he decides you're well

which he monitors efficiently and obsessively until you call him off

mr freeze

there's a slight panic to him when someone close to him is sick

he wouldn't want it to get too serious, or life-threatening

so he's on it immediately, offering you medicines and comfort

trying his best to make sure you're seen by medical professionals

and ensuring he does his best to get you better as soon as possible

but he'll sit by you, holding your hand, until you're feeling good

bane

he's not sure about how to fix it, which he finds infuriating

but his main focus is making sure you're at least not suffering

so he'll be fumbling, distressed, waiting on you hand and foot

literally giving you everything you could possibly want

it's so sweet it heals you quicker, maybe a placebo

or maybe it was the four blankets and ten soft toys he piled on you

zsasz

groggy people kind of annoy him, but for you he'll tolerate it

his sympathy is somewhat limited though, it's just a bit gross

he'll still pass you a tissue, at arm's length, and with gloves

and he'll remind you that he's excited for you to get better

not just because you are literally a walking germ right now

but because he misses you at your best, and misses kissing you

poison ivy

natural and herbal remedies are something she's clued up on

so get ready to feel even better than before you got sick

she's going to heal everything in you, from top to bottom

inside and out even, because what couldn't a warm hug heal?

so quick, sip up that weird green tea with leaves in it

and let her just hold this soup in a vine so she can stroke your head

riddler

what sickness can't you talk about until it's cured? laryngitis!

ok it's probably not that, less serious... but who knows!

not helpful... hm... what about a hot drink and a hug?

but what about just one more riddle? it would help distract him

of course, you are the sick one... but if you must know!!

he's very worried about you, don't mention that again though

penguin

he's a busy guy, but he's calling every meeting off to sit by your bed

whatever you need, whatever you want, he'll get it for you

or rather, he'll have some poor henchman rush out for it

you want soup? something sweet? a new blanket? a new bed?

you want new pyjamas? something softer or warmer?

spoiling you won't cure you, but it will make it easier to cope!

harley quinn

it's chicken noodle soup time, and she'll be hand-feeding you

don't argue, you lie completely still and she'll do everything for you

ok, listen, she's a doctor, but maybe she could be nurse harley

just for you. get a little cute outfit and tend to your every need?

whatever makes it easier for her to force you to just lay back

let sweet nurse quinn take your temperature huh?

mad hatter

every morning he's just glad you haven't died

very dramatic of course, it's just a common cold, but still

you're precious to him, and he'll make sure you get better

how much tea can you stomach? because... get ready for a lot

something hot to soothe your throat, to heat you up

and a kiss on the head to soothe your heart and comfort you

two face

harvey is all about playing nurse and keeping you comfortable

harv on the other hand thinks you should power through it

a combination of both actually works very well it turns out!

being filled up with cough syrup and pain meds is great

but being forced to go for a drive with the window down

while you get hickies at red lights? perfect cure for what ails ya

#finnie writes #riddler #edward nygma #batman rogues #rogues gallery #scarecrow #jonathan crane #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #harvey dent #two face #rogues #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #bane #eduardo sanchez #victor zsasz #mr freeze #victor fries

[toburnup]

Hey Vio, im currently stuck at the airport for a super delayed flight after a pretty shitty end to the holiday! I come to you hoping you might share a excerpt from a WIP to help lift my spirits (and pass the time)?

<33 my dear Corbie!!! i'm so sorry to hear abt your airport delays. that sounds nightmarish.

i have an excerpt from pt 3 to sleep it off - but let me know if this isn't your kind of fic and i can dig around for another WIP!

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Steve wakes up and his body is boiling and he's dizzy, skin hot. He struggles to his feet and gets to the phone, dials Eddie's number with unsteady fingers.

Eddie answers this time, thankfully. Sounds tired.

"...Hello?"

"Hey. It's me."

Eddie doesn't speak for a long second and Steve glances around, waits. "Eddie?"

"Yeah." He clears his throat. "What's up?" Like Steve could be calling just after midnight for a quick catch up.

"It's bad again." Steve says quietly. "Like I'm warm. And, uh, feels like I have a fever but I don't."

"Shit, really?" A quick pause. "I'm feeling okay."

Steve spirals. Just a little. "What does that mean? Am I dying?"

"You should call-"

"Don't tell me to call Owens." Steve snaps. "He'll tell me to take a fucking nap. Just come over." Steve rubs his eyes. "The side door is unlocked. I need to go back to bed."

"Steve-" Eddie says but Steve hangs up, limps back to his room. Climbs back in and the sheets feel rough on his skin and he lays flat on his stomach. Can't even rest properly.

He sits and stews and groans a little. It feels like hours have passed when he hears the sound of the door closing downstairs, and his body lights up a bit. Like it knows it's Eddie.

"Steve?"

"Up here." Steve croaks, and the sight of Eddie turning the corner at the top of the stairs... the relief is palpable. Floods Steve's whole body and he smiles even though his skin feels tight.

"You don't look so good." Eddie says, and Steve nods. Waits as Eddie steps closer, less hesitant than before.

Underneath the venom-induced haze, Steve realizes he missed Eddie. Feels it hit his chest when Eddie gives him a small yet concerned smile. His face is pale and his eyes are big but he doesn't look nearly as rough as he did before.

"I feel like shit." Steve says. "Sit down."

"Pushy." Eddie mutters, but pulls at his laces and leaves his shoes on the floor and sits on the edge of his bed. Leans his hand on the bed beside him and Steve can't help but wrap his hand around his wrist, pulls him down until Eddie gives in and lays down beside him.

"How come you're okay?" Steve mumbles, waits as Eddie pulls the blanket up over him even though he's still wearing his jeans.

"I don't know."  Eddie is on his side, looking at him and Steve's whole head hurts so he moves in, winds his arm around Eddie's waist. He feels so delightfully cool. His fingers are freezing where they brush against his bare arm.

"Fuck. It hurts." Steve mumbles, pulls Eddie's hand closer and up his side. Hears Eddie's hitch of breath and then the quiet moan as he pulls Steve against him.

"You're warm." Eddie murmurs against him, his hands trailing up Steve's back, one underneath his shirt. It's different than before, muted. Like hearing a familiar song playing in the other room. Eddie's hand catches on his shoulder, finally rests against the side of his neck and it makes the flurry of sensations in Steve's stomach rise.

"So what."

"I don't know, it's weird, right? I don't really feel... like I did before." Eddie says quietly, but he's hard against Steve's hip. And this is helping, makes the aching fade a little, and Steve wants Eddie to stop being above this.

"What, you don't want to?" Steve asks, still has Eddie's words from the first night burned into his memory. It's crossed my mind a couple times. Can tell from Eddie's face that he wants this, bites or no bites.

#previo #cw sex pollen #steddie #steddie fanfiction #strikercorbie

[babybammargera]

Drive in with Dicamillo

Dico x reader smut?

You hadn't been with Dico a lot lately, he's been busy filming with the guys. Today he had a day to just relax. You're sitting between his feet on the floor of your livingroom watching as he and Ryan play video games and ramble about what they had filmed earlier. You lean back onto Dico's knee, "I'm bored." Ryan nudges you with the toe of his shoe, "you're always bored." You roll your eyes half tempted to unplug his controller but his phone rings before you get the chance and he stands up walking away from the couch, "Princess Bam requires my presence." He shuffles out the front door. As you reach for Ryan's discarded controller Dico pauses the game and you groan, "Bran come on I just said I was bored let me play in Ry's place." He shakes his head and puts his controller down, "I've got a better idea. I'm gonna run and go change, we're going out for once." You turn around still sitting on the floor to look at him, "Like a date? You never change when we go out." He leans down inches from your face, "I reek from filming all day. I'm saving you from my stink I love you enough for that." You half laugh and lean in a bit hoping he'll take the hint and kiss you, "I love you too idiot." He licks the side of your face and stands up instead. You aren't surprised, the two of you aren't much for the cute couple stuff, you wipe your face on your sleeve and glare at him, "ew Dico I thought you were gonna be sweet." He winks and steps out the front door just as Ry had done less than 5 minutes ago, "Not a chance babe. Be back in 10." You sigh and stand up saving their game, mostly so you won't have to deal with Ry complaining when he shows back up at your house later. You change out of your sweats into a pair of black jeans, Dico may be going to change but it doesn't mean he's dressing up he'll show up in jeans and a hoodie himself. You sit down pulling on your shoes, as you finish lacing them the doorbell rings. You open the door revealing your boyfriend illuminated by the porch light wearing what you expected, holding a makeshift bouquet of flowers he probably picked on the side of the road on his way back. "A date and flowers? How romantic." He rolls his eyes as you take the flowers and place them in the empty vase on the table by the door, "Don't be gay about it." You laugh as he ushers you outside, "Alright, at least lock the door Romeo." He turns around locking the door with his key. (You didn't give him his own copy. He decided to make one 3 months into dating.) You climb into his car scooting to the middle seat fidgeting with the radio as he pulls out of the driveway, "So where are we going?" He glances at you squeezing your thigh, "The drive in is playing Killer Klowns from outer space and we're going." You shake your head and crack a smile at his choice of date. Once you get there the two of you make fun of the terrible movie for a while. You lean your head on his shoulder, "I'm glad we get some time together Bran I missed you." He looks at you, "I miss getting to annoy you all day, it's the highlight of my day." He catches your lips with his, it's not the short sweet kiss you usually share its deep and hungry, "I missed that too." You roll your eyes pulling him to you by his shirt,continuing the kiss you climb into his lap. He pulls away smiling at you panting and blushing, "you look hot like this, we should do this more often." He shifts so you're straddling his thigh, gripping your hips to guide you. You gasp at the sudden friction clouding your brain and reach between the two of you finding his belt pulling it off and tossing to the floor as he alternates between leaving sloppy kisses and marks on your neck. He pulls the hem of your shirt intending to take it off but is interrupted by a knock at the window. You squint as a security guards flashlight shines through the glass at you. "Break it up or go home you two." You climb out of your boyfriends lap laughing and the guard walks away. Dico looks at you, "Let's take this to your place." You pull him to you and kiss him, "you read my mind babe."

@ckygetsjobs

#jackass #cky #viva la bam #dico x reader #dico cky #dico #brandon dicamillo #bammywrites

[fragileizywriting]

"oh," marinette calls out, with a snort and a laugh and something that catches adrien's attention, just as they're about to finish cleaning the dishes. "shoot. shoot! i forgot! it's 2 in the afternoon!"

"do you have something to do?" he calls out after her, watching her disappear out of the kitchen. for a woman without any wings, she's flying out, barely missing clipping the edge of her dark marble counter as she jogs.

"yeah! this is like, my favorite part of my day."

huh. okay. "why?"

"there's this guy i like to watch out of my window whenever i people watch. come here. you're gonna find this so funny."

well, anything to get out of scrubbing the rice cooker pan spotless. he takes his apron off as fast as he can without accidentally ripping the tassles of— he'll hang it up later, this seems more pertinent— and joins her in the living room to look out the window. below, the street is bustling with cafes and mini shops; marinette is sitting on her ledge, parting the small basil plant in the hanging flower box so they both can look out.

"who are we looking for?"

"this guy," she murmurs, doing her best not to point. "spot him. tall, thinnest tie possible. strong nose."

the discription is apt. he's wearing a hat, and there's a flower in his shirt pocket, and he looks kind. the way he moves is purposeful but gentle, something in it reminding him of the way a tree follows the direction of wind passing through the branches. just one thing sticks out, though...

"i see him," adrien says, cozying up with her on the little sofa that hugs the window frame. "wait, is that a pigeon following him?"

"it is. i've never seen him without birds following him, it's the strangest thing."

"does he feed them?"

"i hope so. i can't even figure out what the other option would even be."

he's approaching a hostess table to the cafe across the street, hiding underneath a large pinstriped overhang stamped with the name of the business. there, his face is hidden, and the angle only provides the view of his long legs and polished, shiny shoes; the doves and pigeons around him continue to peck and scavenge around the floor for food.

"god, i love people watching," marinette sighs. "i've drawn this man in my sketchbook so many times. he always comes by, every day, trying to ask the hostess out on a date or something."

"you can hear what they're saying from here?"

"not always. sometimes i get really lucky and there isn't a motorcycle or someone who's got the hots for their car horn and i can listen but they're still pretty far away from me. it's all i could understand with how he acts and always leaves so happy because he manages to give the hostess a flower every day."

huh. interesting.

#speakizys #demon lovin

[lilandetime]

Rising Summer Sun

June 19th, 2001

It seemed to be an ordinary day.

Sunny was walking home from his delivery job, bearing his usual emotionless expression.

His missing eye was covered by an eyepatch. He only wears his eyepatch in public.

He would ride his bike home, but he crashed it a week ago.

The sun was hot. He had to wear sunscreen to not fry his pale skin. He'd drank about 3 bottles of water since he'd left for work.

He sighs. The day sucked.

Sunny comes to his house. He tries to open the door. Locked. He fishes through his pockets. ... Damnit, he forgot his keys. How ironic.

Sunny knocks on the door. "Mom? Can you let me in?! I forgot my keys!"

Sunny's mom opens the door. "There you are! I was worried sick!"

Sunny sighs, as his mother hugs her. She's been clingy since his fight with Basil.

She eventually lets go.

Sunny walks away. "... I'm going to my room."

"Oh... well, don't forget to pack your suitcase! Tomorrow you're heading back to Faraway for the summer!"

Sunny's eye lights up. He completely forgot! Despite having been marking the days on his calendar the past 3 months.

Starting tomorrow, he's going to spend the summer with his friends in Faraway. He's going to see everyone again. Kel, Hero, Aubrey, Basil...

Sunny runs to his room, almost tripping over the carpets and his own feet.

As soon as Sunny gets into his bedroom, he tears the eyepatch off his face.

Before he does anything else, Sunny changes out of his uniform into his favorite outfit. His white shirt and black vest. It was hot as hell outside, but as soon as he turned on his air conditioner it was alright.

Wearing layers always brought him comfort.

Sunny hastily dials Kel's number into the phone in his room. He can't contain his excitement, grinning wide as the phone rings.

... It's ringing.

... It's still ringing.

Sunny narrows his eyes.

... Kel picked up!

"Helloooooo?"

Sunny's eye lights up again once he hears Kel's voice.

"Hey Kel."

"Woah, Sunny, YOU'RE the one calling me for once?" Kel laughs. "What's up?"

"Guess who's coming back to Faraway tomorrow?"

"Who- wait- ah, man, I completely forgot! I'm so excited!"

Sunny smiles. "I'll probably be there around, like, 9."

"I gotta get everyone, then! They'll all be so happy to see you!"

"Yeah, can't wait to see everyone again. I gotta pack now. See you tomorrow."

"Right!"

"... Take care."

"Will do!"

Sunny hears Kel shout "Hero!" as he hangs up. He laughs a bit.

Sunny puts down the phone, and starts packing. Changes of clothes... A swimsuit.... His games...

Sunny packs everything he'll need.

Once he's done, he zips up his suitcase.

His eye drifts over to the piano.

The same piano that belonged to Mari. He convinced his mom to put it in his room.

He goes over to it.

He'll be seeing Mari there too, huh?

Sunny glides his hand over the keys.

Then over the engraving. "Omori."

He feels over the crevices where the brand was inscribed into the piano. Mari loved this piano.

He sits down, and, instinctively, plays the first few notes of her favorite song, "Soleil qui pleut sur les fleurs."

He stops when he starts getting off key. And when he realizes the piano is out of tune.

He gets up.

All he has to do now is wait for tomorrow.

June 20th, 2001

Sunny wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock. He sits up, shutting it off. "Nngh..." ... He comes to the realization of what day it is. He gets up and gets changed, filled with all sorts of excitement.

Sunny goes into the bathroom, making sure his hair isn't a mess.

As he stares into the mirror, he feels... Good about himself. He never really realized it, but, he's starting to actually like himself.

He smiles, before he brushes his teeth.

After Sunny leaves the bathroom, he drags his suitcase into the living room.

"There... I'm all ready... ... Can't believe I'm actually going back..."

Train Station

At the train station, four friends were waiting.

Sunny's friends.

Kel was running up and down the station, filled to the brim with energy and excitement. "Come on, when is he arriving?"

"Yeesh. Do you have any patience?" Aubrey rolls eyes. But, she's just as excited as Kel.

Hero tries to calm his brother down before he can trip onto the tracks.

And Basil... Was waiting, anxiously. He had been holding something special behind his back.

The train pulls into the station, and slowly comes to a stop. Kel looks over. "HE'S HERE!" He grins wider than ever, as the doors slowly open...

To Sunny, looking out at all his friends, suitcase in hand.

"Welcome back Sunny!" Kel cheers.

Sunny didn't expect everyone to be here. Once he steps out, he's met with a hug from Kel.

"Hey, Kel... Everyone..." Sunny speaks in a quiet voice, not yet used to seeing everyone again.

Hero stands next to Sunny and smiles. He doesn't exactly hug him, but he does put a hand on Sunny's shoulder.

Aubrey comes to Sunny next. "It's good to see you again." She flashes him a grin.

"You too-" Sunny slightly smiles.

... Snap!

Sunny looks towards Basil, who was holding his camera and smiling.

"You're... taking photos again..?"

Basil nods. "Kel kinda- convinced me to try it again." He rubs the back of his head.

... Sunny smiles brighter, going to Basil as he retrieves the polaroid from his camera.

... As Basil reviews the photo, he takes notice of something, or... Someone, standing by Sunny, someone who was gently smiling.

"H... Huh?" He rubs his eyes. ... She disappeared from the photo.

"What's wrong?" Sunny asks.

"Nothing, I thought I saw..."

Kel runs over. "C'mon, show us the picture!"

"O-Oh!" Basil shows off the picture he took.

"Man, it looks great!"

"Th… Thanks..!" Basil opens his new album.

The cover was decorated with glitter glue and foam flowers, some of which were falling off. Some already fell off. But Basil doesn't mind, because Kel made it for him.

Basil puts the photo inside.

Sunny smiles. He hasn't seen everyone this happy in so long.

Everything is slowly getting better.

He can't wait to spend the summer with everyone.

Little note in tags

#omori #kel omori #omori kel #omori sunny #sunny omori #aubrey omori #basil omori #omori basil #omori aubrey #hero omori #omori hero #DO NOT SHIP sunny and aubrey #Soleil qui pleut sur les fleurs is the name I gave duet #omori fanfic

[meerinsel]

The Lady and the Pirate |Hot Samdiaz|

Fandom: Cobra Kai

Pairing: Miguel & Sam

Rating: Explicit / hot

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Miguel is a pirate and Sam is his wife, she gets punished (spanked) for disobeying him, scene based on my fanfiction with this theme.

Warnings: smut / hot / kinky

Miguel found himself once again being tested by her, the petite creature with the wavy hair and sweet face. Only her face is sweet, because inside her it sometimes seems that a demon incarnates directly from hell to make him go crazy, both with hatred and lust.

That had already gone too far, she was giving herself liberties he didn't give permission and it wouldn't stop until she took the ship, after all she still owes him obedience, even more so now that they're married.

Today, after another argument about her wanting to go home and he not being at all inclined to return to Jamaica anytime soon, Samantha decided to do the biggest stupid thing of her life: she threw herself overboard. It wasn't the first time she's done this, but today he'll guarantee it will be the last.

—Man… I mean, WOMAN ABOVE! -one of the sailors screams, ringing the bell in despair, Captain Diaz feels his heart leap and without thinking twice he jumps into the water with a rope tied to his waist

Grabbing the girl by the waist, he ordered the men to help him climb back up, walking vertically to the side of the ship under the protests of the screaming woman who insisted on slapping him in the face.

“¡Cálmate Miguel, don't overact!" He thought, but he couldn't, the hate consumed him more than anything and he already knew exactly what to do with her.

Reaching back on deck, he placed her on the ground not too gently, just making sure she could breathe. Samantha was unconscious, half purple and the blue lips of someone who is cold.

—Passing out? Wake up! -Miguel supports Sam on his forearm, with his head hanging down, he starts punching his back for the water to come out —¡Despiértate mujer!

Sam spits all the ocean out of her lungs, feeling her nose burn. Miguel breathes a sigh of relief.

—¡Estúpida! -Miguel curses —What were you thinking?

—You worried about me! - Sam says

—Yes, but I shouldn't! Are you an idiot? Do you know the danger you've run now? You could have died! Understand it? Huh, Samantha? You understand? -Miguel shakes her, with his eyes watching her full of dread and fear of losing her

—Sorry… - she says in a weak voice, understanding that she had made a mistake.

A few hours pass, night falls, Sam doesn't feel well. She falls with a fever, coughing and sneezing, she had caught a bad cold.

—Here - Miguel brings tea for his bedridden wife

She drinks the tea, feeling her strength gradually reinvigorate, her nose opens and she can breathe.

—You always do these stupid things, you act without thinking, that's since I met you and you took Victoria's place. Seriously Samantha, this needs to stop! -he is serious, with firmness in his voice —When you get better, we'll talk again and I'll choose your punishment.

—Punishment? - she asks in a faint voice.

—Yeah, you're part of the crew, everyone on my crew gets punished when they do shit and you fucked up big, so you'll be punished. - he explains caressing her face and hair, giving her a kiss on the head before leaving the room to let her sleep.

Three days later Sam is healed, healthy and strong again, thanks to the care of her caring husband.

—Señora Diaz? - Miguel, sitting on the bed, calls his wife who was absently taking the glasses from the dinner table of the two to take to the kitchen

—Hi love - she replies in a sweet and velvety voice, his heart almost misses a beat.

—Do you…do you happen to remember the conversation we had when you were bedridden? - he approaches behind her slowly, walking with slow steps making the woods on the floor creak.

—...about? -she asks not looking at him, cleaning a non-existent dirt from the table before plucking up the courage to look at him.

—About the fact that you are a crew member of my ship, therefore, my subordinate - he says approaching her from behind, pressing his pelvis into her buttocks, causing a groan from the girl who was leaning over the table.

—I know... and so what? -she asks feeling her voice fail, he smiles, it made her nervous

His hands go down to her ass, rubbing over the fabric of her skirt, he presses her against him to simulate the sexual act. Sam moans

—Look at me, Samantha! -he orders and she turns around, he sits her on the table, dropping a metal plate on the floor making noise

Miguel puts his hands on her waist, opening her legs and getting between them, slides his palms to her ass and pulls it forward, gluing his wife to him, squeezing tightly what he had in his hands.

—Do you want make love with me? This isn't exactly a...punishment - she says with reticence and panting.

He doesn't respond, just holds her against his body, carrying her to the bed.

—I knew if I didn't lure you that way, I would have to silence you or Hawk would come in here. - Miguel says with his wife sitting on his knees

—What do you mean? - Sam asks, now suspicious and thinking about the nearest escape route, she knows he is not known for having good mental health

—Samantha... -his voice becomes austere—...you're going to lie on my knees and I'll spank that delicious ass of yours twelve times - he says with a hoarse voice and squeezes her ass, making her to sigh on his lips

—You can't be serious…-she says laughing.

—Well, I usually tie my men to the mast and have Hawk whip them twelve times, maybe you prefer that - he suggests as her eyes widen.

—No, if you go easy on me - she asks in a sly voice that makes his heart melt.

—That wouldn't be fair, - he counters. —It's only twelve spankings, Sam, you're not going to die for this. - He responds with a wicked smile.

—You're having fun with this, aren't you? - she asks angrily

—No -he lies —Okay, I am, you know how addicted I am to your ass - he slaps her lightly and she squeals in fright —So what do you say? Will you accept the punishment for good or will I have to force you to accept it?

She doesn't respond, still absorbing what she's hearing.

—It's going to happen, Sam you know I always get what I want and right now, I want to punish you, so please make it easier for both of us and accept it. Can it be like this? - He asks and she sighs angrily.

Samantha knows her husband better than anyone, he really gets everything he wants, moreover, she accepted to be part of the crew and he was already being extremely conniving with her giving only spanks on the butt and not twelve lashes.

—I accept. - she says, trembling, afraid.

—Fine, then lie down. - He says, pushing her to stand up.

He brings his knees together and she lies on them with a look of anger, Miguel laughs, he knows that her rebelliousness doesn't survive the next time they share a bed, it always is this way. She leans on the bed and leaves her bottom in his lap, slowly he lifts her dress, uncovering her underwear, then removing it. His mouth waters at the sight of her bare white buttocks showing, just for him to see.

—Do you understand why you're being punished? - He asks with an austere tone, running his hands over her skin, caressing, groping her.

—Yes, - she replies with hate, but feeling horny at the same time, which is confusing her a lot.

—So I want you to tell me what your infractions were. - He asks with his hand still on her ass.

—I jumped off the boat and pissed you off - she says.

—Wrong! You're being punished for putting yourself in danger by disobeying an order from mine - he corrects, running his fingernails down her thigh, Sam groans.

She nods, anxious and nervous, sweating with lust and anger, but still, something in her trusts him and allows herself to surrender completely. There is no other person in the world that Samantha Diaz would allow herself to see naked, given away in this way, and yet she feels safe with him. She knows Miguel would never hurt her.

—You're going to count, twelve spankings. It's going to hurt, but then I'll tend to your bruises, if there are any. Did you understand? - He asks with a stern tone grabbing her thigh.

—I'm scared - she says and he pats her back.

—Don't be afraid of me, I'm not an executioner, mujer - he says and she laughs.

Sam braces herself, closes her eyes, and stiffens her body, waiting for the first slap, which soon comes, making a popping noise on her skin. Sam gasps and stifles a scream, purely out of pride. He gives another slap, and then another. Seeing her skin turn a red color he feels his blood boil. He slaps each buttock and she screams, letting out a moan. Miguel gives two slaps in a row. Sam screams softly with each slap, starting to shift uncomfortably, laying with her breasts on his legs.

Miguel runs his hand over his wife's red skin, caressing, the contact is stinging and she moans. Miguel's penis starts to get rigid, if she doesn't want to lie with him after the punishment, he will have to resort to the most classic method in the world for single men. Even though he's not a single man anymore.

—Are you okay, amor? -he asks, knowing that there are still five slaps to go, which could be too much for her to bear, as he had only hit in moments of intimacy between the two of them to stimulate her to move faster when bouncing on him.

—Yes - she says breathlessly —Miguel, I'm... I want you, I want...

She couldn't speak, the excitement was killing her, Miguel then decided to touch her sensitive nerve, with his fingers inside her pussy, going in and out easily.

—Are you all wet for me? Seriously Samantha? I'm literally punishing you! - he says not knowing exactly how to deal with this situation

—I don't know…- she moans, arching her back like a cat, and then she closes her legs, lying down in front of her as Miguel stimulates her.

—What am I doing? - he realizes that he was pleasing her, instead of punishing, and then he goes back to slapping, giving three slaps at once, making her scream and moan

Samantha was increasingly sweaty and confused, her body bursting with unknown good sensations. He goes back to masturbating her with his fingers, quickly, making noise of wetness, causing the girl to moan and scream. He slaps her two more times with his free hand, ending her punishment.

—Do you really like this, cariño? - he asks with an evil tone and she nods her head, reaching orgasm and spilling liquid through the man's fingers.

Sam has such a strong orgasm that her legs are shaking, to the point of taking a few moments to come back to herself. Miguel puts his wife's clothes in place, but advises her to go without a petticoat so as not to hurt her skin.

–I love you too much to lose you, you estúpida - he says pulling her by the waist, completely panting, to kiss her lips tenderly.

#cobra kai #samdiaz #miguel x sam #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm community #samantha larusso #miguel diaz #cobra kai fanfic

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Mack Gets Jealous.

Mackron Fanfic.

Mack was cutting the grass outside the cottage "Thank God this is the last cut" he thought.

"Excuse me. Does Aaron Dingle live here?" said a voice in a French accent.

"Yes who's asking?" Mack replied.

"My name is Francois" the man replied. "Aarons boyfriend"

"I'm his boyfriend" Mack stuttered trying to control his jealousy.

"Is he in?" Francois asked.

"He'll be back soon" Mack said putting the lawn mower away while Francois tried to help as Mack got the cable twisted around his foot.

"I'm ok" Mack snapped.

"Your garden is very beautiful" said Francois. "Where I live we grow sunflowers for their oil"

"Nice" said Mack who couldn't think of anything to say other than "You'd better come in"

"Tea or coffee?"Mack asked.

"Coffe if it isn't instant" Francois replied.

"Aaron makes it fresh every day from beans" said Mack passing a cup to Francois.

"Oh he still does that" laughed Francois "I taught him how to make real coffe"

"I'll ring Aaron" said Mack who was on the verge of tears.

"Get your arse round here double quick" said Mack "Your French boyfriend has turned up"

"What?" Fuck. I'll be right round" Aaron replied in a panic.

"Francois. What you doing here?" asked Aaron as he arrived home.

"Visiting the love of my life" Francois replied.

"He's joking Mack" said Aaron who could tell by the look on Macks face that he was as jealous as hell.

"My uncle has a restaurant in Leeds and I'm going to work for him" Francois explained.

"Great" Aaron replied. "But please tell Mack you're not my boyfriend" he said looking at Mack who was a bag of nerves.

"I'm going upstairs Aaron" said Mack "You've probably got more to talk about and I'm obviously in the way"

Aaron made his way up the stairs after Francois left. "Mack don't cry you've got nothing to worry about" Aaron reassured him.

"Oh haven't I!" said Mack "He's bloody gorgeous and he said you're the love of his life. Is he better in bed than me?"

"Slow down Mack and stop torturing yourself" said Aaron "It's over between me and Francoir. He was winding you up. He's yesterday's news"

"Only until you get back together again now he's come here to live" said Mack "You need to tell him to go back to France"

"I can't do that" said Aaron.

"Sticking up for him already" Mack snapped.

"You are being ridiculous now" said Aaron who was getting annoyed. "I'm off out til you cool off. I can't be doing with this"

Aaron made his way to the cafe "Oh no" he thought seeing Francois ordering a coffee as he went in, so he tried to leave before Francois saw him

"Aaron sit here" Francoir said "Where's your housemate? He's very good looking"

"I've told you he's my boyfriend Francois" said Aaron. "You shouldn't wind him up he's very sensitive"

"Really?" said Francois. "You didn't tell me about him in France"

"Why would I?" Aaron answered "I was trying to forget him"

"You lying bastard" shouted Mack coming into the cafe and seeing Francois and Aaron sitting together.

"Language Mack" said Brenda.

"Mack I honestly didn't know he'd be here" Aaron tried to explain. "I went to see Liv and she told me Vinny was in here but I missed him"

"Bullshit" said Mack picking up Sarah's milkshake off the next table where she was sitting and pouring it over Aaron.

"Thanks a bunch" said Sarah trying not to laugh as she saw the straw was sticking out of Aarons hair.

"What's got into him" said Mary who had got up for another coffee.

"Touch of the green monsters" said Brenda "I like a man who's a bit fiery and willing to fight for you though don't you. Quite invigorating"

"I'll say" laughed Mary "Oh to be thirty years younger" she sighed.

"Thirty years? I'd take ten" These hot blooded men like older women"

"Think we'd better go Mack" said Aaron looking embarrased "Sorry about this Francois"

"What the hell was that all about" yelled Aaron as they got outside wiping the milkshake off him "We've only been back together for a couple of days and you're acting like an idiot"

"Oh am I?" Mack shouted back. "Well I can do idiot if that's what you want. "We'll go to his uncle's restaurant tonight and if he's there and I'll thump him.

"Will we fuck" yelled Aaron.

"What the hell are you two arguing about now?" asked Charity who had come out to collect some glasses. "There's a French guy in here looking for someone called Francois" said Charity. "And what's that dripping from your hair.

"Milkshake" said Aaron glaring at Mack.

"That will be my boyfriend" said Francois as he came outside "He came over with me from France. We're stopping at the B and B"

"I've been looking everywhere for you" Francois' boyfriend said to him in French.

"Well I hope you're proud of yourself" Aaron said to Mack "Francois was telling me about his new boyfriend when you stormed in the cafe like a bat out of hell. He was winding you up"

"I'm sorry Aaron" said Mack

"You will be" said Aaron "If you pull a fucking stunt like that again. Let's go home. You showed me up in front of Francois"

"Bollocks to Francois and when we get home you can throw that coffe maker out as everytime you make a coffee it will remind me of your French lover" yelled Mack.

"Come here numpty" said Aaron as they got to the car.

"When are you going to grasp the fact that I love you and I'm not interested in anyone else" said Aaron.

"Oy you scots git" shouted Charity "You owe Sarah a milkshake and a pair of new jeans"

"How do you work that out?" yelled Aaron.

"Some of the milk spilled on her jeans when soft lad here gave you a milk shake shampoo" said Charity.

"On yer bike Charity" said Aaron getting into his car.

05.10.22.

#mackenzie boyd #aaron dingle #mackron fanfic #emmerdale