#the one step i was allowed to take immediately got taken back in a way that somehow stopped my therapy simultaneously

[starzblvd]

Pampering your girlfriend to a soothing bath after a rough day from summers scorching heat then letting her use your hand to get herself off <33

an: modern!ellie, college!ellie, gf!ellie, got this idea while doing my extra long everything shower which originally just started off as fluff but yk, was supposed to post this like 2 weeks ago but then I got slumped with other stuff..anyways Ellie refers to you as angel because I love the pet name so much 🩷

Disgustingly hot was what the temperature is around this time of summer. The heat suffocating you immediately after stepping outside. Ellie curses herself on the drive home when the ac of her red 1989 Ford F-250 decided to stop working on one of the summers hottest days. Hot weather called for a hot tempered Ellie, god it’s the afternoon and it’s still this fucking hot.

She’d walk out of her car with an angry pout of a scowl irritated of the stickiness the sweat induced during her drive home to your shared apartment. Ellie’s skin was covered in a glossy sheen when she’d reach the door, whole day she was stuck dealing with the blistering heat with her lecture halls ac coincidentally broke down too. If one thing were to piss her off in this state she’d be ready to pull a hissy fit. She knocked with urgency to get the relief of cold air, a minute passed and another knock perused, two more minutes and she’s calling out your name slightly banging the door. Ellie reaches for her key from her back pocket jamming the key in loudly when you unlock it before she does greeting her wearing an apologetic smile, “didn’t mean to keep you out, was just fixing a bath for you”

You’d known she was beat from how hot she was the entire day by the spam of texts complaining about everything and anything “I hate this chair it’s so uncomfortable” or “can he talk any fucking faster so we can leave”

Ellie couldn’t be mad when you’d been so sweet waiting for her to come back, letting her shoulders drop their stiff lock allowing you to walk her away the shutting door. “You didn’t have to do all that, im just glad to even get outside that godman place, seriously how do all ac’s suddenly get an idea to break down today,”

You’d notice the glowing gleam layer of sweat she walked in with, after she’s pulling you into her gentle embrace contrasting her tone and expression

“but thank you angel, always so sweet to me”

She was tired and so was her voice, raspier than her typical tone. Couldn’t just leave her in her own when she’s so drained,

“let me do the work for you today”

Ellie’s eyebrows lifted confused to what you’re suggesting but follows your trail nonetheless, as your girlfriend she trusts you.

“just sit down and I’ll bathe you, you know?” You take your seat on the edge of the tub looking at her with such an adoring expression she didn’t hesitate to strip and climb into the tub. Her hair was tied back in effort to combat the heat, you take out the hair tie allowing her hair to fall for you to use a container to pour water over her. A giggle escapes her lips when she shuts her eyes from the water.

She enjoyed how dotting you were to her, enjoyed with the way your fingers move in little circles on her scalp messaging in the lathering shampoo, the little kiss you placed on her forehead after rinsing the pine lavender scented conditioner out.

“We should do this more often, like way more often,” Ellie was completely aloof getting taken care of and content with how loving your touch was, almost made her feel a bit guilty for the idea that was looming over her now, almost. “Yeah?” It’d feel just as peaceful for you to care for her. Reaching over for the body wash Ellie’s hand grasps onto your wrist, wet with small bubbles mixed in from the shampoo.

“you wouldn’t mind for me to use your hand a bit would you angel?” Her voice was softer now, any pent up irritation had washed away by now, looking to you with her slight smirk, the same smirk that’d leave your stomach coiling itself up knowing she only had this look when she’d have another one of her ideas.

“Go ahead,”

Still puzzled she lowers your hand to the water guiding your hand to touch the toned muscles of her torso that stiffed with anticipation. Your touch never failed to excite her no matter how long you’ve been together. Noticing the limpness of your hand Ellie spoke up in type of whisper,

“you can tell me to stop”

Taking the hint of what she was insinuating you slowly shift your fingers open to glide your touch over her warm body,

“No no, I want to keep going,”

You’d coo with all the reassurance she needed. Dragging your hand further down, she caressed the sides of her lips with your finger tips feeling the shock it brung earning a small grunt from her slowly teasing her entrance. Spreading her legs further apart Ellie’s hand adjusted your middle and ring finger onto her exposed folds to start some friction easily sliding them up and down with the mix of her slick and water. All you’d hear was the slow sloshing of water and the small whimpers she muffled through her lips.

She kept her eyes closed concentrating on getting to her high using you. Ellie guides your fingers to soothe her puffy clit only being met with your resistance holding her back, instead to run your fingers anywhere else but her clit.

“thought you were supposed to be helping me,” Ellie let’s out grunting into your ear.

despite her efforts to move you onto her ache you keep prodding her folds, writhing from your neglectful touch, she was so needy for you every second you denied her a rub to give her the release she chased for.

“Thought I was the one supposed to be doing the work for you tonight.”

Ellie was growing tired of the lack of attention she was desperate for, she shoved the two fingers down plunging them inside her, her lips parted allowing her sweet moans to fill the room and your ears.

“we both know you could be doing a better job at that right now angel.”

She couldn’t help herself pushing you deeper into her to touch the spot that always had her unfolding below you. Making her hand jerk faster to pump your fingers quicker to speed up she’d be getting closer to the orgasm her body was pleading for.

“Since you’re so pretty like this I guess I can try harder,” you smiled looking at how the muscles of her arm flexed each time she’d move in and out, you keep your open hand busy by gently rubbing her shoulder whilst bringing your underwater thumb to her clit pressing into her before finally giving in and pacing it into circles.

“cmon cmon cmon, keep going angel please”

Begging and unraveling right before you with a final fast pump and stroke to her clit Ellie’s back straightened and curved into an all familiar arch. Her eyes harshly shutting closed but you wanted to see the eyes you loved so much, lifting the hand from her shoulder to her jaw pulling her face to yours, Ellie’s still wanning off her orgasm by drowning her pace down until she’s finally done sliding you out from herself.

She brought your hand back to surface embracing your hard working fingers with a kiss keeping her hold onto you as Ellie slides down into the tub to just the point where her neck starts.

“you can finish your job now,” she was smiling looking forward to the next time.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #lesbian #wlw #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou 2 #ellie tlou

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Jealous!Possessive!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader

Summary: A night out at your favorite local hangout is what he promised you after being away on deployment for so long, but one small incident throws him over the edge into full on possessive episode. Something about the way he is pulling off to the side of the road might mean he can't make it home before reclaiming his prize.

Word Count: 5.1 k

Warnings:

“Come on, you promised,” you say as you straighten your skirt and adjust your top, looking back at Simon from within the bathroom mirror as he stands behind you, watching you finish getting ready. “You said we could have a night out once you got back from deployment, just the two of us. We always stay in; I want to go out.”

Simon sighs; he can’t ever say no to you even though he is not keen on the idea. “I did, didn’t I,” he agrees with defeat as he advances into the bathroom until he is within reach to wrap his arms around your middle, pulling you flush against his broad, hard chest. “Ya know I’m not against it, I don’t like to fuckin’ share ya is all.”

Heated lips are caressing the skin of your shoulder making it prickle under his touch as he kisses all of that exposed skin. You only allow yourself to enjoy the feeling for a moment before you shift in his grip, any longer and you are going to be right where he wants you: at his mercy and forgetting all about going anywhere tonight.

“Later,” you breathe. “I promise; just want you to take me out first. A few hours at the bar, a couple drinks with a bit of conversation, and then we’ll be back to end the night right, okay?”

He nods. “If that’s what ya want, sweetheart, then that’s what we’ll do,” he agrees and you pull him in for a kiss on his lips before sending off to get dressed.

The bar is already gathering a good crowd inside by the time you arrive. With Simon’s hand firmly wrapped around your hip, you enter the familiar hangout and instantly you are drawing looks in your direction. It’s easy enough to get attention, being as massive of a man as Simon is, it isn’t difficult, but that is exactly what he wants. He needs those here to see his hands all over you, needs those around to be aware of who you’re here with so that there won’t be any trouble tonight.

He knows what a prize he has; you are his and god help the idiot that doesn’t get that.

It is the same each time you step foot out of the house together, some part of Simon has to be connected to you at all times: a hand on your lower back, his arm snaking its way around your waist or hip, your combined hands locked into one another. Anything and everything to show that you are taken. Those brown eyes scan the area, taking note of those that look your way as you walk to where you’re going to sit.

A table is chosen off to the side, one out of the way of the main area where you can be more secluded. Here he can have you all to himself just the way he likes it. From the minute he returns from the bar with your drinks and he sits down, his coarse hands with those rough fingertips are on you, lightly brushing over the tops of your bare thighs that poke out from the bottom of your skirt. That brown gaze cannot stay off you as he looks you up and down as you talk through his mask which he occasionally pulls up to sip at his glass of bourbon and take a drag from his cigarette.

After a while you decide you want one more drink and move to get up to go order. Simon tries to convince you otherwise, he can go get whatever you need just as he has all night, but you dismiss him.

“I’ll be right back,” you say as you give him a quick kiss on his exposed lips and walk off before he can answer.

He should be the one to get it, he shouldn’t have allowed you to go, but he let his judgment lapse as the night has been fine so far without consequence. He looks up as you make it up to the bar all alone and unattended and out of his immediate reach. Standing there looking like you do, short skirt and tight top showcasing your most tempting assets, it would be hard for anyone not to have a peak.

It is then that Simon catches a bastard plastered off his rocker stumbling over from a few seats down, right to where you are. There aren’t many other pretty little things around tonight and so Simon is sure this asshole is going to shoot his shot cause there is no way he is wanting to go home alone and that has his blood already boiling.

A few slurred words he musters out to get you to engage with him, even though you are quickly shaking your head it isn’t enough to get him to leave you be. Simon is getting up from his seat when the drunkard’s hand inches down onto your lower back, thumb rubbing up and down, catching you by surprise to make you gasp. You have no time to react before Simon is seeing red and he moves in hastily with his fist clenched and ready to connect with the guy’s mouth.

“Get your fuckin’ hand off ‘er,” his angry voice bellows as he rips the guy away from you and shoves him hard causing the idiot to stagger over his unsteady feet. Emotions are high so once he’s got him off you fists start flying from both: one for touching you and the other for having his play messed with. Too bad for the drunk that Simon isn’t one to be messed with; his fist wallops him square in the jaw so that the man falls to the ground.

But it isn’t finished, not until this bastard learns his lesson. Simon makes his way on top of him and waylays into the man with heavy punches that make repeated contact with his face, not giving the guy a second to get any hits in himself.

“Ya like putin’ your hands on things?” Simon growls menacingly through the tussle, “just fuckin’ try gettin’ ‘em on me. Fuckin’ can’t, can ya?”

The altercation is drawing stares from the other patrons, though no one is really keen on getting in the middle of things. You can’t blame them; Simon is a huge man with enough weight to throw around and that makes him a formidable opponent to anyone outside of a heavyweight boxer. Who is going to willingly step in front of a freight train barreling down the tracks?

“Simon, fucking stop,” you beg as the corner of your eye clocks movement from the bartender bolting up towards the front of the bar to where the bouncer stands just outside the door. “You made your point. We’re going to get kicked out. Fucking let him go.”

Simon doesn’t care; another man has put his hand on you and he can’t let that go. He won’t. You are his, HIS, and inebriated or not he will not stand for anyone trying to move in on his territory. This idiot is gonna learn real fucking quick to fear his masked face and think twice whenever he comes in here again.

“Goddammit Simon,” you sigh under your breath angrily as you know what’s coming next - two people are fast approaching. The bartender is back with the bouncer in tow who immediately jumps into ripping the drunkard out from Simon’s grasp and standing them both back to their feet, but separated.

“You’re outta here, buddy,” the bouncer says to a panting Simon and points a stern finger to the exit with a look in his eyes that says not to take this further or else. “Leave, now.”

You wrap your hand around Simon’s wide bicep and tug, but he has some parting words for the prick with the bloody nose still standing close by. “Best learn your fuckin’ lesson not to touch what ain’t yours. Next time ya might not be so fuckin’ lucky,” he growls menacingly before flexing in your grip, ripping his arm away.

"Come on," he barks at you as he storms out while you quickly pay the remaining tab, offer an embarassed apology, and rush after him.

By the time you get outside Simon is leaning against your car with a cigarette already pressed between his pursed lips as he irately sucks the stick down fast as he can, billowing smoke out like a chimney. His shoulders are tense, his free hand clenching and unclenching itself at his side. You storm over to him, the heat in your cheeks making your face burn as your heartbeat pounds heavy and fast in your chest.

“What the fuck was that?” you ask, venom in your tone.

He avoids your question, his eyes pointed at the ground. “Get in the car,” he says sternly through another large cloud of smoke.

You know he isn’t drunk, he’s barely finished two glasses of bourbon all night, so you want to know why the hell he flew off the handle like that. You know that Simon can be a bit jealous, a bit possessive, evident most when you two go out together. If he catches a lingering eye there will always be a stern glare or at most a bark to back off, but this is the farthest he has ever taken things and you aren’t sure what to feel about it all, so anger settles in first.

Shaking your head, you stand your ground. “Not until you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you,” you demand, but he just silently opens the driver side door as he flicks the butt of his cig to the ground. “You realize they may never allow us back in, right?”

“Get. In.” he orders with authority as he sits down. “Now.”

This isn’t getting anywhere and you’re done causing a scene in public. Gritting your teeth behind your closed lips you march over to the passenger side of the car and fling open the door to scramble inside, slamming it shut before he does the same, starts the car, and peels out to head back to your shared flat. You cross your arms over your chest and huff, agitated that the night has to end this way when moments before everything was going fine.

“Whatever,” you spit back harshly.

Keeping his eyes fixated on the road ahead, uncomfortably shifting in his seat a few times, Simon drives on in complete silence. His grip on the steering wheel is turning his knuckles white from the pressure and yet he won’t let up. Fine, if he wants to stay quiet that’s his prerogative. Too bad for him you aren’t done speaking your peace yet.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” you say, breaking the heavy stillness that permeates the car, “you’re always getting jealous of shit that I can’t help, but this time you’ve gone to far; Christ, you’ve been gone for too long to ruin our time together like this. What are you, twelve? The guy had no chance in hell of getting any farther than that, but you had to go and blow it all out of proportion. I could have just told the bartender and gotten him thrown out or something and we could have gone back to enjoying our night, but no.”

You continue your tirade as Simon turns the car down a deserted road and you notice something is off. This isn’t the usual route you take back to your place; you think it a little odd, but you are too angry to care and so pay that small detail little mind. “You and your goddamn jealousy are really turning me off lately. Get it together, Si. What are you so worried about, hmm? You think he's just gonna steal me away just like that without even trying?”

Simon still isn’t saying anything and that only makes you more agitated. The least he could do is apologize and promise to make it up to you for ruining the night. Spitting a few more heated things under your breath as you turn your head away, you don’t notice that the car is suddenly being pulled over to the side of the road until he brings it to a full stop in the grass off the shoulder, putting it in park and turning it off.

The spot is shadowed by a group of trees that block the nearest streetlight just a few feet away. You can just barely make out the outline of his body in the dimness, though you can clearly hear the movement of him adjusting his seat, slamming it back until it latches, followed by his hand reaching around near your side until he latches onto your wrist.

“Ya think I'm worried about some bastard tryin’ to take ya from me?” he asks, speaking for the first time since he told you to get in the car.

“What’re you…?” you ask back in confusion as he pulls and keeps pulling at your arm until you are forced to move closer, your hips within reach so that he can take hold and forcibly guide your body directly over top of his lap, knees digging into the seat cushion until you are straddled over his crotch. The steering wheel bites into your lower back as you fit yourself into the tight space between Simon’s hulking form and the dashboard panel.

Without a single word, he pushes your hips down hard to press your pussy flush against him, your legs being forced to spread wide from his stocky thighs pushing them apart as your skirt rides up to your waist. He then starts to grind roughly against you with rocking movements, hips rolling into you again and again. The hot air of his mouth can be felt on your lips as it filters through the fabric of his mask, your faces so close together that only that thin piece of cloth keeps your mouths from meeting.

Over and over he pushes himself up against the crotch of your panties unhindered by the opening, his cock bulging and straining against your sex the longer he ruts into you with just a few measly layers of fabric between your bodies. His cock is hard and unyielding as it rubs into your petals trying to push through and up into your entrance.

Your panties are bunched in your slit, slowly dampening the longer he grinds into you until the fabric has been soaked through and gathering on his jeans. The adrenaline coursing its way through your veins heightens all of your senses so that every hard touch of his hands, every nuzzle of that engorged appendage between your thighs, every trace of his fingers over your bare skin feels like electricity and you can hardly contain yourself. The anger that was festering now alters course as he forces you to ride him by guiding your hips down to get just a little more friction; now it is replaced by a much stronger emotion: desire.

“Do ya not understand, luv? Guess I’m gonna need ta be more direct,” he says, the cold spot growing on his denim now being felt against the skin of his inner thigh. “First, take off the mask.”

With unsteady fingers you search for the edge of his balaclava and draw it up over his mouth, his nose, over his forehead, and finally off his head entirely so that his face is revealed to you. His hands leave your hips, one clasping around your chin to wrench your head out of the way while the other paws heavily at your breast as he leans his face in towards your neck.

“Now I’m forced to make sure my pretty girl knows who the fuck she belongs to,” he groans, low and guttural before his mouth is on you.

Sharp teeth are dragged down the length of all that delicate skin on your throat, bursting capillaries to leave his mark before his mouth latches on to the side just below your ear and you feel the sting as his teeth dig in. The pressure is so hard from the suction of his lips you can almost feel the skin bubble up into his mouth; there is no question that there will be a big, angry, purple blotch by tomorrow if he keeps at it. And he doesn’t seem like he is going to let up anytime soon, not until his signature takes.

Stinging and pressure, mixed with Simon’s warm, sticky breath moistening your skin from his lips, and your sanity is slowly fading. You want to stay mad at him, to make him pay for the way he acted, but the longer he works your body the harder it is becoming.

“What if I’m still too angry to do anything with you?” you question.

Even you don't believe that lie, but still you aren't going to give in without a little pushback.

His movements don’t even slow for a second. “I don’t fuckin’ care,” he says in a breathy whisper, punctuating each word for emphasis.

Simon groans into your skin so that it vibrates in his mouth, his hand around your breast kneading it more aggressively as he can’t get enough purchase through your clothes. He needs these damned things gone and quick, his body is burning to touch all that soft flesh. Fabric strains and seams pop as he grabs your shirt in his hands and pulls, ripping the skimpy thing right down the middle and leaving the top and your bra in tatters just to pull your tits out of the opening the tear has created.

“Fuck this, need ta feel these,” he breathes as his face dives back into your neck.

Tits palmed in his gigantic hands, his fingers toy with the nipples ceaselessly until you can feel a pulsing deep in your clit from the stimulation. A pathetic whimper escapes your lips that you can’t swallow down and you swear his mouth is forming into a smile against your skin.

Finally he emerges from your throat, lips swollen and red from the constant pressure against your neck. The warmth of his breath makes your neck tingle where his saliva has dampened it. “Let me make this crystal fuckin’ clear. You’re mine,” he breathes, his low, gruff voice sending shivers down your spine. “Mine: with, taken, spoken for. I don’t give a fuck how far ya were gonna let it get with that bloody bastard, you’re mine. And no one, no one, touches what’s mine, understand?”

There is no fight left in you to deny him of anything, not the way he has your mind already in a disorienting haze. You nod your head in submission, even though you can hardly remember what he just asked.

“I’m the only fuckin’ guy for ya,” he groans with a malicious smirk, “the only one that can have ya. And ya want me too, don’tcha sweetheart? Ya know I’m gonna be tha only one to always protect ya, to look after ya…”

Reaching his hand between your bodies, he shifts his hips under you so that he can undo his belt buckle, then the button on his jeans, and finally pull down the zipper. Sticking his hand inside the shadowed recesses of his boxers, he pulls out and releases that thick, veiny appendage that has been steadily engorging from the moment he got in the car. It throbs and jerks in his hand as he pulls up his shirt over his chest and angles his cock up towards his stomach.

“..and if I have my way tonight I’m gonna be the one watchin’ my DNA leak outta ya just ta prove that you belong to me and only me,” he says, breath hitching from the sensitivity as his hand moves over the tip.

He pulls your hips forward so that you are positioned over top of it and you can feel his cold piercing brush against your clit as he forces you to grind on him over your panties. That fucking thing is always a surprise, the Prince Albert he’s had since before he even joined the military, though it is always a welcome one. He’s teasing you, tempting you, forcing you to fall apart without giving you anything more than a raw humping and it’s working like a charm. Up and down his cock strokes through your clothed petals, rendering you a writhing mess.

“I’m not playin’ anymore when it comes to you,” he says firmly. “I know what I got and I ain’t sharin’. You’re the only one I want and I won’t have some bastard try to take ya away.”

Aggressively, calloused fingers divide through the strands of your hair at the back of your head so that his grip is securely woven into you. He holds your head in place as he locks his auburn gaze onto your eyes, mouth inching ever nearer, but stopping just shy of your begging lips.

“Next guy that touches I’m gonna fuckin’ kill,” he breathes as his mouth connects with yours mercilessly, stealing the air from your lungs as he captures your lips to claim that mouth as his property.

Minutes pass with him overwhelming your senses: his thick cock slipping between your legs, his lips locked to yours in that fight of back and forth, his fingertips digging into the bulk of your hips to hold you down onto him. It’s almost too much and the longer it goes on the worse of a mess you become.

The tears are pooling at the rims of your eyes, your body aching and overwhelmingly sensitive that all you want to do is put his cock in, have your pussy swallow him up and fill you full so that you can finally come and end the torment, but he doesn’t stop. No, he wants you to cry for it, plead for it, be so incredibly desperate for it that you’ll let him do as he pleases without question.

He wants to ruin you for anyone else, keep you so addicted to him that you won’t think of even looking at another. Just as addicted as he is to you.

Your limbs are vibrating, tingling and near numb as he forces you to roll your hips over his piercing persistently to catch it on your clit until you can’t see straight. You press your hands into his bulky abdominals, using his torso as leverage to keep you steady. A bit of precum dribbles out of his tip and down the shaft, into the hair trailing down his pubic bone to his cock.

He switches up the rhythm a few times to disrupt the constant repetitive pressure that is needed for you to climax so that you are whimpering in distress, practically begging him with incoherent sounds to stop teasing and just let you come already. It’s too much, he feels too good; you need to come after all this buildup.

“P-please, p-pleas-se,” you stammer.

Grabbing your chin, Simon forces your face pointed towards his. “Look at me,” he demands and you lock eyes as best you can through your shimmering vision. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want ya to show me how well ya suck it and maybe if ya fuckin’ do it right I'll put it in ya and not make ya wait till we get home.”

His efforts have worked like a charm so that you don’t even balk as you push yourself off of his lap and move onto the seat beside him, moving onto your side and lowering your head until your lips are near the tip of his cock. Looking up, you hold his gaze through your thick eyelashes as you grab the base with your hand and wrap your mouth around it, pulling in the tip with your tongue.

“Fuck sweetheart, that’s it,” he sighs, “show me how good ya suck it. But keep them pretty eyes on me.”

There is condensation gathering steadily on the inside glass of the car to fog the windows as you take him all in until you reach your hand, suctioning your lips around the shaft as the saltiness hits your taste buds before drawing your head back up. The veins that run the length of his cock are pulsing with his rapid heartbeat and they throb against your tongue as you come back down as far as you can. You repeat the same movement over and over again, breathing through your nose to help keep your throat from spasming.

Simon looks down at you, keeping up that eye contact as you choke, your mouth so full of him that you can’t breathe. You never let your gaze falter, no matter how hard he hits your gag reflex. He’s so big there isn’t enough space in that orifice to fit him all in, though you try. Small droplets stream down from the corners of your eyes to match the dribbles of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and he gently wipes some of them away with his thumb as his hand rests on your cheek. Even with everything working against you, you are still sucking on him with everything that you have and goddamn is he bewitched by the way you look gagging on his dick.

“Such a pretty mouth, baby,” he praises, making your stomach flip-flop excitedly.

The more you suck, the more his hips begin to rock until he is thrusting his cock smoothly into your lips, fucking your mouth so that you don’t need to bob your head anymore. He thrusts into your throat repeatedly and soon they become more desperate the more that familiar warmth gathers itself in his belly, threatening to tear through him without warning. It’s after a few more minutes of this that he abruptly stops you by shoving your shoulders back, pulling your lips off from around his cock.

There’s only one place he wants to come and that isn’t your mouth.

You are being lifted up like he owns you and moved back over his lap while his hand adjusts his cock between your thighs. He holds onto the base as he takes the crotch of your panties with his opposite hand and wrenches them to one side so they are out of his way. He aligns himself and the tip of him pokes against your entrance that is dripping and ready.

“I only want what’s best for ya, sweetheart. Wanna keep ya from all them bastards that won’t treat ya right. I know ya better than anyone, so you’re not gonna fuckin’ question how controllin’ I am movin’ forward, are ya?”

Agonizingly slow his cock breaks through the threshold of your pussy with a shared involuntary gasp. You mewl loudly, choking at how quickly it stretches you out and he’s barely even in at all. Simon stops at the edge of his hand so that the tip rests just inside that moist barrier. “Answer,” he pushes for you to respond to him.

You nod your head vigorously, unable to speak.

He grins devilishly through heavy breaths that make his broad chest rise and fall at a rapidly growing pace. “That’s right; you’re not. Good girl. Don’t worry, it won’t be all bad. Just let me handle things and I’ll give ya everything you could ever fuckin’ want; what’s mine is gonna be yours. And what’s yours tonight…is me.”

With that he slips in the rest of his cock as he pushes you down hard onto him, filling your tight cunt until he gets to the base and there is nothing he left he can give. You cry out as your back hits into the steering wheel, causing the horn to beep briefly before Simon pulls you against him.

You are so fucking warm, so soft and your body so pliable under his hard grip that is around your ass. “Mine, only mine,” he repeats the assertion with more desperation in his tone as the squeezing from the walls of your pussy around his rock hard cock makes him so delirious it’s as if he is losing his goddamn mind.

Grunting through those first few bits of movement, he wastes no time in making your body bob up and down on him. He lifts you up only to slam you back down harder and harder each time, shoving his cock as far up into you as possible. But it isn’t enough; he needs more. He craves to fuck you harder.

Holding your waist he leans you both back to change the angle of his hips so he can pound into you as he has you secured to his chest. The sloppy sounds of your overly wet cunt being penetrated roughly grow louder, keeping time with his growing desperation. There are no more thoughts left inside his head except one and that is to rut into you until he comes.

You moan as Simon’s cock rubs into that sensitive bundle of nerves within you time and again. How you’ve lasted this long is a miracle, but that is quickly coming to an end as your orgasm cannot be held off any longer. The warmth in your stomach has gathered to its peak and all you can do is whimper in short bursts to let him know that you are about to fall over the edge.

His pace is relentless as he pumps with those powerful thrusts that bury him deep with, unyielding as everything comes to a head and with a shudder your orgasm rockets through you fiery hot, making your body writhe in his grasp. God, it doesn’t stop, second after second it just keeps building stronger and stronger. Simon does not let up and soon you are whining from the over-stimulation.

Thrusting through your release he finally feels that chord that has been tensing in his core snap tight and he is spilling over the edge with howl, his hands crushing your hips until they are stinging from the pressure of his strength.

His face juts forward to yours so that he can capture your mouth, kissing you through the pain until he has rode out his orgasm and can let go of your body. Minutes lengthen so that time seems to slow down, but soon his pace eases until he comes to a stop.

“My good girl, my pretty thing,” he pants through the euphoria coursing through his veins. “Gotta get ya home. Wanna make sure your a complete fuckin’ mess until there isn’t a doubt in your mind that I’m the only one for you.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon smut #simon #ghost simon riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost smut #ghost call of duty #ghost #cod ghost #cod mwf2 #cod

[awritessomething]

Hi lovely, I saw you were looking for some ideas. I’ve been thinking a lot about a crazy house party in Monaco where everyone is invited. You’re wearing this sexy dress and the whole grid is all over you, especially Lando

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 | lando norris x fem!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | After the race in Monaco, everyone goes out to party. That’s where Lando sees someone who he will never forget.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | suggestive content, swearing, landos a bit of a creep, grinding, alcohol, very short

Sorry this has taken so long I’m so like ugh rn 😭 this one doesn’t have smut but I’m down to making a pt 2 with one

Lando Norris would never forget the woman he saw at that party in Monaco. He would never forget the dress she wore or the way she managed to take shots without even flinching. He wouldn’t forget how badly he wanted her.

It was late at night and practically the whole 2023 grid was at a house party. No one could remember who’s house it was. A bunch of decently famous people were there. Lando was sitting on a couch with Carlos Sainz when he spotted the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

Her arms were up over her head as she was dancing with her friends, obviously very intoxicated. She wore a tight dress that flattered her skin tone perfectly and hugged every curve of her body. Lando was about to go up to her when he saw someone else. Charles Leclerc. His hands hovered over her hips as he was trying to make a move. Didn’t seem to be her thing.

Charles, obviously defeated, walked back to where his friends were. A few more members of the grid approached the woman before Lando did.

“Hey, let me buy you a drink.” He whispered, practically in her ear. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled.

“Alright. Take a guess on what I drink. If you get it right, I’ll give you a shot.” She leaned slightly closer to him. They could smell the alcohol on each other and it was almost addicting. Lando took that. He immediately went, ordered a drink, and returned. Somehow he got it right.

The woman’s eyebrows raised as she looked at him, impressed. “Good guess.” She scoffed and took the drink from him. He smiled as his hands went to her waist. She didn’t seem to mind his boldness.

The two of them didn’t have much to say, seeing as they didn’t know each other. They didn’t seem to want to get to know each other. They just wanted to dance with someone attractive.

As the night progressed, they stayed around each other. His lips drifted over her neck and her head would tilt to the side to allow him access. He pressed his nose against it as he kissed her neck at last. She would touch his hands and arch her back against him. He would let out a groan, practically in her ear.

His hands gripped her waist tighter. Her ass was pulled right against his crotch, allowing her to feel the bulge in his pants. She pushed her hips further back. Landos head fell into the crook of her neck.

The whole grid was watching. All of them were jealous.

They were grinding against each other in the middle of the room. Everyone was still dancing. Suddenly, she took a step away from him.

“Huh?” He furrowed his brows and nearly went to reach for her, but he had some semblance of self control. The woman, who he still didn’t know the name of, glanced back at him. She smiled, then continued walking over to her friends. Lando scratched the back of his head, confused, then he went and sat down.

Carlos nudged him. “Lando, that didn’t look so good.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled and tried to cover his erection as his eyes were still glued to her.

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 smut #formula1 #lando norris #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #ln4

[twola]

might i add damsel in distress with reader never having seen arthur angry before and certainly never seeing him beat the shit out of anyone but witnessing it for the first time when he saves her 🤭

You slide down the back wall of the saloon, wild eyed and terrified at the scene unfolding before you. The neckline of your blouse had been torn, buttons askew and your curve of your breast barely hidden by your chemise. The curls you had pinned your hair up into fell limply and messily over your shoulders.

You could tell a bruise was going to form where he had hit you across the face when you tried to push him away. You barely got a scream out before he slammed you back against the wooden wall, one arm pinned across your collarbones and the other one moving to hike up your skirts - evidently this man hadn’t taken kindly to your flattery trying to empty his pockets. The arm against your collarbone moved south and the tearing of your pretty blouse echoed in the night, while the man’s dirty, rough hand brushed against the inside of your knee.

You readied your lungs to scream again - but before you can, your attacker was ripped from you and handily thrown across the alley between the two buildings.

As you catch your breath, you clutch at your torn shirt as you take in the scene in front of you. Indeed, your mark was thrown into the dirt by a hulking, shadowy figure that it only takes you a moment to recognize the black gambler's hat and worn leather jacket. It's Arthur, who had come along with the group into town.

Arthur strides with heavy, measured steps over to the crumbled body of the man, reaching down with one hand to grab his collar. He hoists the man partway up, his shoulders lifted off the ground, and slams his other fist across his face. You gasp at the noise the man makes, but Arthur pays no mind.

The outlaw brings his fist across the man’s face again. And again. And again. Blood bursts from his mouth and his nose cracks out of alignment. A tooth falls out of the man’s mouth as he loses consciousness.

You huddle against the wall as you watch Arthur beat this man, blood staining his knunckles as he continually slams his fist into the man’s face. You knew, obviously, that this line of work likely required this kind of skillset from Arthur, but it was a different thing entirely to see it in action. Terrifying actually.

After so many blows you’ve lost count, and are unsure if the man is dead or not, Arthur drops him to the ground, a bloody pulp, as he wipes his knuckles against his pants and turns toward you, completely nonchalant.

Arthur holds his hand out in front of him, offering it to you. You take his hand and allow him to pull you up, stumbling slightly as you try to hold your blouse up to salvage at least a bit of your dignity. Arthur immediately pulls his jacket off and lays it upon your shoulders, winding an arm around you to help you walk toward his horse. You curl into his body, large and warm and strong.

He’s gotten you up to his horse, lifting you as if you were nothing.

“Y’alright?”

You nod, still thunderstruck about what you witnessed before. His hands linger on your hips, one of his thumbs rubbing a comforting circle. How is this man the same brute that beat that other one bloody?

“Sorry you had to see that, I know you ain’t used to seeing it.”

“It- it's okay.” You mumble, pulling his jacket around you tighter, your gaze wrenched away from his, falling upon a bloody spot on the collar of his blue shirt. Your hand unconsciously moves to wipe at it, but his hand catches yours midair.

Your eyes slowly make their way back to his. Arthur’s large, rough hand places yours gently upon your thigh.

"Ain't no need for you to be gettin' any blood on you on my account."

"But it's alright for you to get bloody for me?"

He tilts his head down, his eyes hidden by that hat, and he taps your hip before letting you go. You immediately miss the warmth of his hands on you.

"Always, darlin’. ”

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead fanfic #twolafic #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic #twola1k

[letstevengrantsleep]

Speak Your Truth

Spencer Reid x f!feader

Summary: Spencer has just got out of prison, and you see him for the first time in months

Word count: 699

Warnings: fluff, implication of sexual activity if you squint

a/n: I've been watching a ridiculous amount of criminal minds recently and holy mother of god this man has had me in a choke hold

masterlist

"He's out?" You almost sob, stumbling back into your chair beside Garcia.

"This morning. He's on his way home right now, should be at his apartment soon." Penelope held out her hands for you to take,

"Oh my god... Garcia I - I don't know what to do, I-"

"Honey, if you don't get in your car right now and go see him, I'll never forgive you."

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"Spence!" You scream, running like your life depends on it down drab corridors, hoping to catch up with Spencer and the arresting officers before they take him away.

There's nothing you can do as you reach him but try your best to take in every detail of his face, his figure, everything about him as if it's the last time you'll ever see him again.

"Spencer... I don't know what to do, what can I do?"

"You're okay, I'm okay. Make sure my mum's safe, yeah? Can you do that for me?"

Nodding, tears forming in the corers of your eyes, "yeah Spence I can do that."

There's something left unsaid between the two of you, and the officers either side of Reid are beginning to get impatient. As they begin to pull him away from you, the fear of losing him hits you like a tidal wave.

"Spence, I-"

He shakes his head knowingly, "tell me when I get out, okay?"

-

There's two things stopping you from breaking down in tears as you reach Spencer's apartment door: the loving face of his elderly neighbour passing you in the hall, and the knowledge that everything can begin to get back to normality once you see his face again.

After knocking on his door you stand shifting your weight on your feet, anxious to see the state that Spence has been left in whilst in prison. It's only a few more seconds before he opens it, immediately securing your gaze as he lets out a content sigh, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you." Is all he says as he steps back into his apartment, pulling you with him as his grip on you doesn't give.

"Oh Spence, you have no idea. We fought so hard for you, I-" you pull away to look him in the eye, hands gripping at the lapel of his jacket. No words follow, just silence as you stare at each other, the unsaid hanging heavy in the air.

"I know, I know..." his hands reach up to your face, tucking stray hair behind your ears, "me too."

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of having him back, as though nothing had ever taken him away in the first place.

Your eyes shoot back open in surprise as you feel his lips on your forehead, "Spencer..."

"I'm sorry, I just-"

You cut him off by pulling him down and crashing your lips into his, trying hard to pour every ounce of emotion you feel towards him into this one kiss, hoping it'll be enough for him to understand.

Spencer responds by wrapping his arms tight around your figure, whimpering into the kiss as it deepens.

Nothing could have prepared you for how reactive Spencer is, how he sighs at your touch and tries to pull you impossibly closer into him when you run your hands over his chest. The way he runs his hand up to gently tug at the hair at the base of your head...

It's over all too quick as he pulls away, mouth open, eyes searching your face.

"While I was in prison, I had a lot of time to think... about the things I wish I'd done, the things I could be doing..." he trails off, looking you up and down. "I can't keep pretending that we're not made for each other, baby, I can't keep pretending that I don't want you. In every way I can, any way you'll let me."

"Have me." You say, throwing caution to the wind and acting on every instinct you've got. "I'm yours, Spence."

"Oh baby," he whispers, dragging a thumb over your lips as he leans in, "I'll be so good, I promise, so good for you."

#spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic

[exhaslo]

Puzzle Pieces Ch.7

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6

Warning: Eventual Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex

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It had been far too long. Far too long since you've stayed alone with a man overnight. Your nerves were kicking in as you kept thinking about staying over at Miguel's place. You knew that he would never take advantage of you, but the nerves. The nerves wouldn't go away nor stop the thoughts.

Unable to stop shaking, you gasped as you dropped the order you were wrapping on the floor. Prepared to be yelled at, you shrunk and covered your ears. To your surprise, none of your coworkers yelled at you. They just quickly made another order and had to wrap it for them again.

You apologized and redid the wrapping, glancing around. You've seen these guys scream and yell at each other whenever someone fucks up. How come they didn't do it to you? Recalling Miguel, you started to wonder if he had a hand in this. Miguel was a regular and someone who did use the supermarket for something else that you still didn't know.

Could he have said something?

Playing with your sleeves, you tried to calm down. Could Miguel have said something to your bosses? The thought did make your heart flutter. How much was this man going to take care of you? You needed to find a way to return the favor.

"(Y/N), go take a break." Your Supervisor told you. You flinched and nodded,

"S-Sorry," You whimpered, hurrying off to the breakroom.

Right as you left, your Supervisor exhaled loudly and walked over to the small seating area in front of the deli. He placed a sandwich in front of a woman holding a newspaper.

"You got patience. I could never sit and watch someone for eight hours a day."

"That's why I got hired," Jessica said, lowering her paper, "You and I both know it isn't going to last forever. Miguel always gets what he wants."

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You held your bag in your hand, waiting for Miguel's text. You had prepped last night and the manager allowed you to leave your duffel bag in her office for your shift. Stepping outside the supermarket, you gasped lowly, spotting Miguel exiting his car.

"I was just about to text you," Miguel hummed. His driver rushing out to take your bag, "Would you like to go anywhere first before dinner? There's still some hours of daylight left."

"O-Oh, hmm..." You covered your mouth, trying to think as Miguel motioned you towards his car, "I-I'm not sure, there is...a few things I've been wanting to see..."

"Name them,"

Once you were both in the backseat of his car, Miguel brought you in for a deep kiss. He loved seeing how dazed and red you get each time. It was so addicting seeing your innocence. As you started naming some places, Miguel informed his driver to take them to each one.

Before they left, Miguel made sure to signal Jessica a good job and for her to go back home. Miguel was determined to make sure nothing gets you stressed or worked up. Especially not after seeing those scars.

Right as he leaned back into his seat, Miguel eagerly waited for a report from Miles. There was so much anger inside of Miguel that he needed to let it loose soon.

"Thank you, Miguel," You whispered, resting your head against his shoulder. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist,

"Of course,"

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You were exhausted. Miguel had taken you all over the city, sightseeing a bunch of places you had wanted to visit. You felt so happy and loved. But mainly exhausted. All of that walking around since he couldn't drive into those places, did take a toll.

Rubbing your eyes as you sat back down in the back of Miguel's car, you whimpered a small yawn. Once the car started to drive, you immediately fell asleep.

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Miguel resisted a chuckle as he watched you sleep against him. Wanting to make you comfortable, Miguel adjusted you and had you lay your head on his lap. Miguel's jacket resting over you as a blanket. It was funny. Normally Miguel had women lay down in his car for other reasons, but this was nice.

As Miguel played with your hair, he felt his phone buzz. Assuming that it was Miles, Miguel hurriedly answered.

"Update?"

"Weeeeeeeeell," Lyla forced a laugh, "That mission you sent Miles on turned out to be a road trip."

"Que? (What)"

"See, Gwen and Hobie found out that Miles was going out of town and decided they want in. Then they dragged Pavitar with them, so to make sure they didn't mess up the mission or do anything stupid-"

"Don't say Peter-"

"I had Peter go supervise them," Lyla laughed.

Miguel couldn't handle hearing anymore. He hung up, groaning lowly. It just had to be the youngling of his group. They kept adding to his stress. But, at least Miguel had you.

"Shall I take you home, sir?" Miguel glanced up at his driver,

"Yes. Perhaps take out will suffice for dinner instead." Miguel replied, adoring your sleeping visage.

The last thing Miguel wanted to do was overstimulate you. You were fragile. His reports from Jessica were very detailed in what got you to tick and explode. It took every ounce of willpower for Miguel to stay back whenever Jessica reported you crying over a stupid, angry customer.

But, you won't be working there much longer. Arriving at his penthouse, Miguel carefully picked you up and carried you upstairs while his driver grabbed the bags.

You looked perfect in his arms. All nuzzled against him, sleeping peacefully. Why didn't you appear sooner in his life? Miguel was going to treat you like the queen you deserve to be. His precious little wife. A title so fitting for you.

Miguel had his driver leave the bags on the counter and told him to enjoy the rest of his day. With ease, Miguel took off both his shoes and yours and proceeded to take you to his bedroom. Miguel placed you on his bed, kissing the top of your head before leaving to order some food.

"Que duermas bien mi conejito. (Sleep well, my little bunny)"

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It was quiet. Your felt yourself start to come too as you shifted slightly in your sleep. You felt relaxed and comfortable. Slowly opening your eyes, you titled your head at the different, yet fancy ceiling. Miguel must have taken you to his place.

Gasping, you shot up, covering your face since you realized that you fell asleep. How embarrassing! You looked around, seeing that you were in his room, but no sign of Miguel. Laying back down, you felt yourself sink into his mattress.

"It smells like him," You whispered, holding his pillow close.

Your cheeks started to warm up as your heart pounded against your chest. You were really at Miguel's place. You wanted to feel like everything was moving so fast, but it also felt so right. It was corny, but you felt like Miguel was filling in the missing pieces.

"Ah, you're awake. Did you rest well?" Miguel asked as he entered the room. You quickly released his pillow and sat up,

"Mhm, s-sorry for falling asleep,"

"Don't be. I made you exhausted after a long day of work," Miguel sat beside you, cupping your cheek, "I got us some take out. Ready to eat?"

"Yep,"

You took Miguel's hand, giggling softly as he lifted you off the bed. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, enjoying the moment. Miguel held your hand as he showed you around his penthouse, at least until he took you to the dining room where dinner was waiting.

"T-This place...is...is so big. It...It must feel really lonely," You whispered.

Miguel glanced at you in awe. Every other women would compliment on his place, saying it must cost a fortune, or make a sly comment about him needing a maid. Yet, here you were, worried about him. It was funny how much Miguel loved you.

"Not too much since I'm only here so a short time. Unless I get a reason to home won't, I'll stay out working." Miguel handed you a plate.

"T-Thank you,"

You watched Miguel as he set the plates, finding him much more attractive. This was new. You sat up, wanting to help him, but Miguel insisted that you'd sit and relax. As Miguel set the plates, you picked at your sleeves. He was so nice to you. So understanding.

Perhaps, you could tell him your secret. It was something hard for you, but if you were going to be serious with Miguel, you wanted him to know. You were just worried about his reaction. What if he decided that you were ugly? What if he didn't want anything to do with you afterwards?

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" Miguel hurried to your side, wiping your tears away, "Tell me, mi amor (my love)."

"I-I'm so-sorry. I-It's just...I...I want...w-want to t-tell you s-something b-but...but I-I'm scared...t-that you'll w-want n-nothing to do...w-with me." You sobbed.

Miguel knew you were scared due to your worse stuttering. He held you against his chest, letting you cry. Miguel had a rough idea that you wanted to tell him about your scars. Hell, Miguel wasn't sure how he would react. Stroking your hair, Miguel sighed softly,

"(Y/N), I never want you to be scared of me. You can tell me anything. I'll still love you all the same," He tried to reassure you.

You sniffled, trying to calm down. You apologized for ruining dinner, but Miguel dismissed it. He reassured you once more, and told you to eat. Miguel wanted you to have some energy before telling him anything.

You agreed and ate beside Miguel, still sniffling every now and then. Once finished, you offered to do the dishes, needing some more time to calm down. Miguel said he was going to shower. That gave you some time.

Once dishes were done, you quickly looked through your bag for your pajamas, puzzles and cookies. When Miguel came out of the shower, you proceeded to enter. You grabbed Miguel's hand, slowly bringing him back into the bathroom.

"(Y/N)?"

"I-I was...in a....v-very bad relationship...b-before. Which, which is why I'm s-so scared...I-I really...really...like you Miguel. I-I want y-you to understand...m-my fear,"

"Of course,"

You closed your eyes as Miguel held your cheeks in his hands. He kissed your forehead, giving you motivation. You hummed lowly and slowly started to take off your clothes.

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Miguel watched you, telling himself to relax no matter the outcome. You needed his support, which was something he was not used to giving. His brows furrowed as you took your pants off. There were cuts, scars and a few cigarette marks.

Miguel felt his blood boil. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as your body started to shake. You were gripping the bottom of your shirt, hesitating to pull it up. Miguel almost didn't want you too, but this was for you.

"Lo mataré por ti, mi conejito. (I'll kill him for you, my bunny.)" Miguel whispered as he gave you a deep kiss.

Miguel watched the sparkle in your eyes shine as you made eye contact with him. His hands rested over yours, helping you remove your shirt. Miguel inhaled deeply as he observed your body, which was covered in those marks as well.

"S-Sorry...f-for not being-"

"Beautiful?" Miguel interrupted, needing to change your mindset, "You didn't make these marks, but they don't cover your beauty. (Y/N), I'll get revenge for you, but I need you to love yourself as much I do." He whispered, kissing your hand.

"B-But-"

"You have no idea how much I'm behaving right now. Seeing you shaking in front of me, ready to be devoured."

Miguel chuckled lowly as your face turned bright red. He captured your lips in another kiss before taking your hand and showing you how the shower worked. He smiled, watching you nod and hold his hand tightly.

You were warming up to him, and Miguel liked that. Letting you shower peacefully, Miguel made sure to compliment you once more. He stepped out of the bathroom and returned to the dining room, to make sure everything was cleaned.

To his surprise, he saw your cookies. A smile formed against his lips as he placed one in his mouth despite hating sweets. To his surprise, it wasn't too sweet. It felt just right. Feeling his phone buzz, Miguel looked at a text he received from Miles.

'We have a name.'

"Tch," Miguel hissed lowly, calling the kid, "I want more than just a name. I want everything on his fucker. If you guys find him, bring me to me."

"Whoa, guys? It's just me-"

"I can hear Hobie and Peter in the background," Miguel said unamused. Miles laughed awkwardly,

"Okay, fine. Hobie's asking if we can rough him up a bit?"

"No. Leave that to me."

Miguel immediately hung up upon hearing your call. He returned to the bathroom with a grim look on his face. Miguel was going to make sure your ex paid for what he did to you. For damaging his precious future wife.

You belonged to Miguel.

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next chapter <<<Heavy smut

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[vampiretendencies]

i would die for your heaven

summary; everything jj would do taking a shower with you; headcanon version

authors note; this is a HEADCANON, i wanted to title it something meaningful though. requests are open, or if you’d like more of these that as well :) and this is a short one but i’m working on multiple things rn.

warning; this is fluff

pairing; jj x fem!reader

If JJ hears shower water running and he’s not there, he will pester you into letting him join always. He could literally be in the middle of smoking a blunt, either way he’s hauling it toward the bathroom.

Who does she think she is? To shower alone? Without me? He’d think to himself everytime.

Literally taken aback.

JJ always sees it as a two for one, he gets endless touching and everlasting glances at your figure from the moment he got in to the moment he got out.

But he wasn’t always languishing that shower in a sexual manner.

It was desirable to give his ethereal devotion to you.

In every way, all the love he kept hidden for years was reserved for a company such as yours.

This fascination of having you in any way you’d allow him to.

He’d always ease his way into the bathroom coming up with some excuse.

“Man, I suddenly have to brush my teeth”

“Whew what do you know, gotta’ piss now!”

Or he’d just just come out say “If you don’t let me shower with you, m’gonna make a scene!”

Either way JJ knew you’d give into him, there was no doubt in his mind. Reminding you of the time you said he was irresistible.

And a plus is that it’s JJ, like look at him.

You’d have some sort of melodic tune brewing into the steamy shower air

and he’d eagerly peek his head in through the curtain.

“Fuck, I made a good choice, when I chose you,” he’d ramble on to compliment you. “Sometimes a man just really needs a pat on the back for that.”

“You aren’t getting one.”

He’d smirk, knowing full well you were lying through your teeth.

“You know you want to, baby.”

“Don’t just stand there, get in!”

JJ would strip to nothing, nearly tripping over himself to gawk at you. He pulls the curtain open wide, happily stepping in, whilst you’d lean back under the searing water to wet your hair.

Hands immediately wrapping around your waist, like an instinct. Flesh got to the touch not only from the water, but because he’s salivating and his body was aching to be near yours.

“So, so pretty.”

He’d always mumble, skin sticking to yours whilst he greeted you with several kisses to your neck.

“Help me wash my hair?”

He would almost admit that it was his favorite part but it wasn’t, his favorite part was just being in your presence.

To breathe in your oxygen.

“Smells like yummy.”

“Vanilla bean, J.”

He said that the last time, but he did it again just so he could see that same wholehearted grin on your face.

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Hitched

Leon Kennedy x fem reader, established relationship Couple of swears, mentions of blood

The sudden noise behind you sends you spinning on your heels to confront it. Your pistol is raised, finger slightly squeezing the trigger in preparation to blow the next monstrosity’s head off only to see Leon’s alarmed face, his hands up in surrender, gun dangling from his grip.

“Whoa, baby, it’s just me.”

You exhale in relief, immediately dropping and holstering your weapon. “Sorry – jumpy. You okay?”

You look him up and down, looking for injuries after you’d been separated a little while ago. It felt like every other mission these days led to the two of you working your way through underground caverns, as evil scientists seem to just love setting up their bases there, with ill-maintained wooden walkways that collapsed below your feet. Leon had gone toppling down the last one, reassuring you he was fine - he did always manage to forward roll his way out of taking any impact – and said by the map he’d pilfered from one of the supply rooms, it looks like your paths would cross again eventually and it meant the two of you could cover more ground until then.

“I’m fine. You, however…” He steps forward, grasps you by the elbow and pulls it up gently in front of you to reveal a nasty slice across your forearm, dripping blood on the dirt.

“Slashed out at me as I took it out. Misjudged the space. I blame the moody lighting.” You joke, but Leon doesn’t respond, inspecting the damage.

“I’m okay. We should keep moving, we can’t be far from-”

“Uh-uh. Come on, there’s an alcove just back this way to provide us some cover whilst I see to this.” His grip is still firmly on your elbow as he tugs you back the way he emerged from.

“I promise I’m fine.”

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna leave a blood trail if we don’t. Besides, as your fiancé, I insist.”

The fiancé card is not one that Leon pulls out often on a mission, but has started to do so considering how long your engagement has been. He’d proposed two years ago, literally the moment he got you within eyesight as he returned from a solo mission to Spain to rescue the President’s daughter. He didn’t have a ring – later rectified – but just dropped to his knees and asked you to become his wife. It wasn’t like you hadn’t started wedding planning. There was a folder of brochures under the coffee table, half-drafted emails to venues and caterers on your laptop, saved photos of wedding gowns and centerpieces… But it just felt impossible to ever truly put a plan in place, nail down a concrete date, you didn’t know where the two of you were going to be one month from the next. Sorry, terrorism, could you wait a week or two for the Kennedy wedding to pass first?

“Okay.” You concede and allow him to guide you back a few hundred metres to the alcove – it’s more a deep crevice in the wall, but it won’t be obvious the two of you are hiding in there if anyone or anything was to stroll by.

“Sit.” He points to the space furthest back and you drop down, crossing your legs beneath you so he can crouch down in front. You lay your wounded arm out in front of you with a slight wince. If you were being honest, it did hurt.

“Here, chew this. It’ll make you feel better.” He passes you one of those stupid green herbs from his supplies. The man swears by them as a natural pain reliever – useful in a bind, he claims.

“Ugh, really? But they’re so bitter.” You shake your head, “I’ll be fine without.”

He quirks his eyebrow at you, pulling out a roll of gauze from one of his pouches to begin to dress your wound. “Sweetheart, either you chew it, or I will go mamma bird on your ass, chew it for you and then kiss you so hard you’ll have no other choice but to swallow.”

You laugh, dryly. “I think that might be the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Chew.”

Again, you concede. Leon won’t stop at anything to ensure you’re taken care of. As his gentle fingers begin to wrap the bandage tightly around your wound in an effort to stem the bleeding, you crunch the herb between your teeth. It’s scratchy, horrendously bitter, makes you want to gag almost. You can’t chew fast enough to get rid of it. He is right about them, though – a moment or two later the stabbing, stinging pain in your forearm where the creature slashed you dulls to a low, much more tolerable ache.

He has a smug look on his face, knowing your tells too well.

“Told you it would make you feel better.”

He finishes wrapping the gauze around your arm and ties it off with a tight knot, slicing the excess off with his knife. He puts away the roll before he turns and sits down besides you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest, kissing your crown. You can feel his heart pounding beneath your cheek – he was worried about you. He knows you can take care of yourself, you’ve been through as much hell as he has, but seeing you injured always sets him off.

You know you should press on – BOWs wait for no man - but it’s clear the two of you need a moment to catch your breath, take stock of what’s occurred, work out how you’ve ended up here - again.

You begin to fiddle with the engagement ring that hangs around your neck. Too much risk wearing it on your finger when out on missions, but it felt odd and wrong to leave it at home on your dressing table, so you’d settled for having it like this, tucking it away on a chain out of sight, but playing with it had soon turned into a nervous habit.

Leon clocks your fidgeting immediately and takes your hand, lacing his fingers through. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing. Just… thinking.”

“About?” He probes, gently.

“What we’re doing here.”

“You forget the brief?” Leon teases and you elbow him lightly in the stomach – not that you’d manage much damage given how muscular he is.

“Like, is this just our life now? Every couple of months, another set of BOWs appears, we deal with and eliminate - rinse and repeat.”

“I…” He sighs. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I hope not. I’d like to think that one day we stop them all and we get a pretty sweet retirement package.”

“I want to get married.” You say, softly.

“Hey, I’m the one who did the proposing, you’re the one who said you wanted to wait until-”

“I know, but I don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t keep holding off for a big event that I’m not sure we’ll ever get to have.” You pause a moment as you sit up, turning to face him head on. “The second we are out of here, I want to marry you.”

“Seriously?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Seriously. Registry office. We’ll wear what we’re wearing – blood splatters, camos, bruises, all of that. I don’t care. I just want to be your wife already.”

“My wife, huh?” He grins at the idea. “Yeah, I want that too. I can’t lie, though, I was looking forward to seeing you in a wedding dress.”

“You will. We’ll do that later – a party or whatever, something that can be rescheduled easy enough if the world goes to shit. But this, this can just be us, huh?”

“Just us, baby.” He places a hand on the side of your face and guides you in for a heated kiss, teasing your bottom lip with his teeth until you permit his tongue entrance and the wrestle for dominance begins. After a moment or two, you place your palm flat on his chest and push back.

“We’re getting distracted, Leon.”

“We sure are.” He gets to his feet and offers you his hand, pulling you up with ease. “Come on, let’s go kill these bastards and get hitched.”

“Took the words outta my mouth, handsome.”

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“Okay, Leon said it was casual, but I didn’t picture this casual.” Hunnigan appears behind you in the restroom mirror, dressed in her usual work suit, albeit with a paper bag in hand. Leon had radio’ed in as soon as your objective was clear – DSO teams swooping in to clear up and confiscate and destroy the weapons retrieved – and asked Hunnigan to get them into the registry office today.

“Yeah, we were going for work casual, but we had to leave the weapons in the SUV.” You shrug, washing the grime off your face in the sink. You supposed you should at least prep that much. “Thank you for getting us in.”

She shrugs, “It was one of Leon’s easier requests, funnily enough.” She holds the bag in front of her in offering. “For you.”

“Just me?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t think Leon will like it as much.” You take the bag with a smile and place it down on the counter to open it – a small bouquet of white daisies within.

“Just so I can catch the bouquet, obviously.”

--

Hunnigan acts as the witness, of course, as you find yourself standing in front of the officiant. He barely batted an eyelid at your attire and you think he must’ve seen all sorts come through the door in his time, so the couple who decided to get married in tactical gear, bruised and bandaged, is just another day.

“Do we have rings?” The officiant questions and before you can say no, Hunnigan steps forward again, handing over a box.

“Should’ve known you’d have our ring sizes on file.” Leon laughs.

“Had a suspicion it might come in handy one day.” She smiles, taking her place back in a seat behind the two of you. The officiant opens the box to reveal two simple gold wedding bands.

Leon takes your hand then – his leather gloves removed for the occasion – and smiles. He’s got a bruise blossoming on his left cheek, his hair’s a beautiful mess, but he’s here and you’re here and it’s perfect.

“If you’ll repeat after me.” The officiant looks at Leon, who continues to look lovingly at you, biting his lip in an excited smile. “I, Leon Scott Kennedy…”

He wets his lips with his tongue and squeezes your hand. “I, Leon Scott Kennedy….”

The vows are over before you know it. You feel giddy, a combination of exhaustion and love, surely.

“I pronounce you husband and wife. It gives me great honour to introduce to you,” he looks at Hunnigan, “the new Mr and Mrs Kennedy. You may now kiss the bride.”

Leon doesn’t hesitate, pulling you in close and into a bruising kiss, dipping you back a little before returning you to your feet. “Just a little show for our guest.” He whispers in your ear, nodding his head over at an applauding Hunnigan.

“Dare I ask about honeymoon plans?” Hunnigan comments as the three of you exit the registry office. “I’m expecting the two of you back in HQ tomorrow for a debrief, after all.”

“I don’t know. Any ideas, beautiful?” Leon brings up your hand to his mouth, placing a kiss across your knuckles, the gold band sitting snugly on your ring finger.

“Yeah, I have one.” You nod. “I wanna burger – a real greasy one – and fries. And a beer.”

“I knew there was a good reason I married you.” He drops your hand and wraps his arm around your waist and slips another under your knees, sweeping you off your feet and into his arms and you squeal.

“Gotta carry my beautiful wife over the threshold of the nearest diner, don’t I?”

You grin. “That is the tradition. Oh, and speaking of traditions…” You toss the bouquet over Leon’s shoulder into Hunnigan’s arms. “Look who’s next!”

“On second thought…” she walks over to you and places them back into your hands, “keep it. I might as well wait for the redo. See you tomorrow, lovebirds. As a wedding gift, I won’t expect you in until the afternoon.”

“Too kind, Hunnigan.” Leon smirks as she waves over her shoulder and heads towards the parking lot.

Once she’s out of sight, you grab the back of your husband’s head, pulling him down into a chaste kiss and smile up at him. “I love you, Leon.”

“I love you too, Mrs Kennedy.”

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Hey! thank you for replying to my idea. looking forward for the Kimi Antonelli stories in January!, maybe for the part two of "caught" kimi posts that photo on his instagram and everyone goes mental but they could see it coming. and maybe a lot of fluff and cuddles! thank you! love your work

Caught Pt. 2 (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (I love this honestly)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 869

Summary: The aftermath of announcing your relationship.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<-Part 1

~~(Both pics used are from Pinterest)

The Instagram DM from the fan had already arrived, and he wanted you to see the picture. “I think this is the perfect way to announce us.”

Unfortunately, he was not able to post it the next day. His media manager did not think it would be a good idea to post so soon after the end of the season, so they decided to push it back a few weeks. Thankfully, the fans were willing to not post the pictures until you two were ready. 

“Is it bad I want to keep those pictures for just us?” You asked one day while you two were lying in your apartment. The season was going to start up in a few weeks, and Kimi’s media manager said it would be the perfect time to announce the relationship in the run-up to the pre-season testing. You two were cuddling on your couch as a show played in the background as you scrolled through your phones. You were looking at the pictures that the fans sent you, and honestly, you didn’t want them out in the open. You turned your phone in his direction and it was set to the one where you were lying on the grass and Kimi was looking down at you. “This was our moment, and I don’t know if I want to share that with the world just yet.”

“I understand it, that does look a little much for what I’m comfortable sharing, too,” Kimi admitted. “We can talk with the team and see if they have any ideas to announce it unless you have any backup plans?”

“What if you post pictures that I’ve taken of you?” You offered, pulling up a few of your favorites that you’ve taken of Kimi. “We could do a funny caption that implies I’m your significant other.”

“I like it,” He laughed, opening Instagram.

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The first race was something. The atmosphere was so much more lively than it was for FRECA. You didn’t know if it had anything to do with the recent announcement, but it seemed like there were more Kimi Antonelli fans than you remembered there being at the end of last season. Not that you were complaining! He was finally getting the recognition he deserved, but it felt like all of the attention was on you two as you walked into the paddock of Bahrain.

You walked through the gates hand in hand as fans stopped you every once in a while for pictures or autographs before you made it to the Prema garage.

“Be honest and I mean this in the nicest way possible,” you started as soon as you got into the safety and privacy of the driver’s room, “were there more fans or am I just crazy?”

“With more exposure comes more fans, I guess,” he laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Immediately, his eyes turned soft as his arms moved down your arms instead to hold your hands. “You’re shaking, what’s going on?”

“I think this is just bigger than I thought it would be,” you whispered, taking a deep breath to try and steady your racing heart. You met his eyes and allowed a small smile across your face. “I should have seen it coming. Sure, F2 is one step below F1 and you’re in a front-runner team, but I didn’t expect this much attention.”

“Here, why don’t we do this,” he trailed off as he pulled you into the corner of the driver’s room where the message bed was set up. You looked at him skeptically at first, and when he noticed, he chuckled a little, “I’m not giving you a message, but lay down on your back.”

“I don’t see how this is gonna help,” you laughed as you got comfortable on your back. It did not take long for Kimi to climb on the bed on top of you, causing you to laugh more as he laid his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your torso. “What are you doing?”

“I read somewhere that weighted blankets help with anxiety,” he started explaining as you ran your fingers through his curls, “We don’t have a weighted blanket, but I thought this would still work.”

“This works perfectly,” you whispered, placing a kiss on the crown of his head, “You’re adorable. What did I do to deserve you?”

“Exist,” he whispered back as you both relaxed in the calmness.

~~

“So this is where you guys have been hiding all day?” A voice came into the room after who knows how long, waking you both up.

“Oh, shut up, Ollie!” Kimi responded, recognizing who it was before you could.

“Why are we always getting caught in these kinds of situations?” You said to yourself in disbelief, causing Kimi to laugh.

“I don’t know, but I need to steal your boyfriend for a meeting,” Ollie laughed, grabbing Kimi’s arms and all but dragging him out of the room.

~~~~~

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Can we have a sweet and soft Christmas eve with Joey? Just the two of us? pretty please

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Still Love Me?

"I'm sorry, I'm not crying because I'm upset, d-don't worry, I just..."

You don't get like this very often. Usually, trying to be extra affectionate makes you scrunch your nose up, makes you squirm and laugh and cringe. Makes you push him away, not taking the extra hugs and kisses seriously at all.

Joe doesn't mind.

"What's wrong?"

It's actually nice to not always feel the need to give you more. To not be afraid that maybe you'd be upset after not immediately coming over to hug and kiss you when he'd walk in at the end of the day.

But something's different tonight.

It's likely the holiday stress that's getting to you. Nothing a pair of extra affectionate warm embracing arms won't fix.

"I thought we had more cheese, but all we've got left is this..."

You suppress a sob.

Unsuccessfully.

Joe knows the tears are only there because all of everything has come together for the perfect storm, and you're just about ready to fall apart.

It's sort of cute that it's a lack of cheese that does it, and Joe's secretly glad it's not something that he'd done or said that got you. That it's not his fault, and that he doesn't have to apologise over something unimportant.

It's fine, though, the crying.

Joe had been ready for it.

He's got steady hands and is prepared to catch whatever needs catching. Knows how to put you back together just fine.

"Why did I do this? I've got to stop sneaking things, I– look, there's no... this is all we've got..."

You've got family coming over tomorrow, and it's the first year that your place is the spot for the big get together. It's nerve-racking in new ways you didn't know existed before because you're bringing both sets of parents in, and all you want to do is make the family proud.

Be the perfect daughter.

Have the stepmothers and stepdads get along as well as all of the divorced people. All of the siblings. Step-siblings.

Fuck, there's too many people coming over.

Could you still cancel, do you think?

You just... you just want Christmas be wholesome, and festive, and cosy, full of laughter and love and just... have it be perfect.

It's almost become a bit of a passion project, and it's quite literally driven you mad.

Well. Driven you to tears, at least.

Joe looks over and sees you hold a little block of brie cheese. It's not much, and it's got a bite taken out of it.

"Wait, did you–" Joe's already smiling, because what the fuck is he looking at right now? His girlfriend's got tears in her eyes and is stood in front of the opened fridge door, holding a bit of French cheese that has teeth marks in.

Surely, you are able to imagine what this looks like from his point of view.

It's at least a little funny.

But another sob wracks from your chest and all Joe can do is step closer and wrap arms around your shaking frame.

He's allowed to laugh as he does so.

"I didn't know- I thought we had more, b-but this was all we have, and I snuck a bite last night, because I– I was peckish and just wanted a little something, and–"

"Hey," Joe leans back and gets your face in both his hands. He's still smiling. Can't not smile, because this is ridiculous, but you also look very cute. Red nose. Fat tears stuck in your eyelashes. The colour of your eyes about ten times brighter because of the unshed ones.

"We'll serve 'em dry crackers, and they'll fucking take what they're given, all right?"

You pout and hold up the evidence of your late-night-snack-run in your own kitchen from the night before. It's right in between your faces and gives Joe a chance to really see the cause of the outburst.

"Still love me?"

Joe looks at the brie a second and then lurches forward with a growl, sinking teeth into the soft cheese for a bite of his own.

"Still love you." he replies, mouth full of cheese.

You can't help the choking laugh, head cocking to the side as a defeated soft chuckle leaves you. It only makes Joe want to grab hold of you tighter.

"Hmm," Joe hums, now chewing, and he frowns. "This is good. We should–" he can't finish the sentence without laughing, knowing it's likely the wrong thing to say, but he's already started the sentence. You get a good eyeful of the cheese in his mouth, in between his teeth. "We should get more of this."

Well, you can't.

Hence the crying.

You pout once more and then groan. It's so stupid, you're well aware. You just need a bit of sleep. Your family won't hate you because there's no cheese.

And if anything, you could throw it into the group chat and are sure that at least three people have some brie to bring along tomorrow.

You really are just very tired.

"Tell you what," Joe says, now taking the little piece of cheese from your fingers, one arm still around you. "We'll finish this, have some hot chocolate and just... relax. Watch a Christmas film. Tomorrow is tomorrow and tonight is tonight, you've done enough prepping and it'll all be fine–"

"Perfect." you correct.

It's important that everything will be perfect.

"It'll all be perfect." Joe coos, voice smooth like butter.

You sniff and look at him a moment. He's still chewing. Smiling. Joe's being all playful and it's reminding you of why you love him so much. Glancing into the living room, you know Joe's right. Everything's ready. Everything's done.

It's Christmas Eve.

"Calm before the storm." you sigh, patting Joe where you're holding onto him. Then lower down, quick touch to the bum. Joe easily lets you.

"Calm before the storm." he confirms before you let go of each other. You move to collect yourself, wiping fingers below your eyes, and Joe opens a cupboard to get to mugs out and says, "And I'll go get extra cheese tomorrow, it'll be fine."

You're about to protest. Tell him that the shop you usually go to won't be open. It'll be Christmas. And everyone's stocked up already. Shelves are empty all over. But Joe sees it across your face before you can say anything and adds, "I'll find some, don't worry about it."

And so you don't.

You accept a kiss to your temple, a deep inhale of your hair and you tilt your head for a kiss on the lips. A quiet thank you.

After a squeeze of your arm, Joe gets started on the hot chocolate and you decide to see if there's anything good on TV or if it'll be Netflix for the night.

Before you've been able to make a choice, you hear mugs being filled and you scurry back into the kitchen. You get to the fridge before Joe does, which was the plan. You find the can of squirty cream amongst all of the food and drink - your fridge has never been this full. It's almost triggeringly full; so much food, yet so little cheese.

It takes you too long, and Joe joins to look over your shoulder, to see if he can spot it before you do.

He doesn't.

You find it and giggle excitedly, a little delirious (you've gone mad, remember?) as you shake it with a wild arm. Your demeanor is the opposite of what it was minute earlier.

No tears. Just manic laughter.

Makes Joe laugh just the same. His girlfriend's gone insane and, if he's honest, he's kind of into it.

You spray some cream into both mugs that Joe's filled with hot chocolate, and before you place it back into the fridge, you shake the can again.

"You just said you should stop sneaking things," Joe isn't exactly trying to stop you, but he knows what you're about to do. Feels like it's worth saying something, to maybe prevent a further break down.

It's of no use, though.

His comment makes you glance him pointed a look. It's ridiculous of him to assume you'd been serious. Of course you're not going to stop sneaking things. He doesn't see the deadpan stare you give him because he's busy placing mini marshmallows onto your drinks, but despite the advice, you go for it anyway.

You tip your head back and spray some of the cream directly into your mouth.

"My God," Joe says when you let it go for a little too long, and when he looks, he barks a laugh.

You've overdone it.

It's too much.

Well, is it ever too much? Not really. But it doesn't fit into your mouth and thus there's a problem. This is going to be messy.

With your head still tilted back, you release a small sound of panic at the inability to close your mouth and raise a cupped hand, ready to catch whatever is going to spill.

But Joe knows just the perfect fix, and he's quick.

Before you know what's happening, your boyfriend's got his hand on the back of your neck, digging in strong fingers and guiding your head forward.

Just before whatever your lips can't curl around is about to slide down your chin, Joe's mouthing at it and manages to get it all, tongue licking and lips closing around your opened ones.

What follows is a weird, full-cheeked sticky, creamy, sugary kiss that has you giggling into each others mouths.

It's still messy, but you'd easily do this again. Would it be too obvious if you just went for an insane mouthful once more?

Joe pulls back, sees he's missed a bit and doesn't hesitate to lick at the corner of your mouth, making you shriek with your mouth closed, pushing him away.

"You're gross," you say fondly after swallowing.

He's also adorably sweet, but he doesn't need telling.

Joe lets his head bobble back a little as he silently laughs, wiping at his own mouth with the back of his hand, glad to have been of service.

"Yea? Still love me?"

Tomorrow's going to be fine.

There's no cheese but for the little chunk you're about to share. It'll likely be all gone if you both have a single cracker with some on.

And there probably also won't be any squirty cream left, what with your plan to bring the can over to the sofa for top-ups after you've eaten all of it off. Or, you know, after you've sprayed more of it into your mouth just so Joe can eat it out of there again.

You families can have hot chocolate without any, and Joe's right. They'll fucking take what they'll be given and be grateful.

Or, Joe can find some tomorrow.

Somewhere.

Whatever.

You're no longer fussed.

It's Christmas. Christmas Eve.

"Still love you." you beam, because you do.

You really, really do.

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Hurt-Ron Weasley

Description: Your relationship with Ron was seemingly going pretty well. You both were happy and all you needed was each other. But, Ron slowly grew more and more distant, without a reason why. And as more fights came, you slowly started to lose it.

A/N: I was actually so excited to get back to writing, so I have a new Ron fic for my angst loving babes.

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: Mild language, not too excessive, might be structured weirdly cause i’m tired 

Part Two

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He was always there before. At the start of your relationship, Ron would be glued to your hip like a baby on a mothers side. He would be with you constantly, talking to you constantly etc etc. You felt like you were on cloud nine when you were with him, which was all the time. Ron never failed to make you smile, you were always laughing and giggling with him, like a little girl. You two were completely and utterly in love. But something changed.

Around the time of the yule ball, tensions got high between Ron and Harry. Ron accused Harry of butting his name in the goblet behind his back, while Harry claimed he did no such thing. You had no idea how such a silly thing could turn into tearing a trio in half, but it had. You had tried to be there for Ron, showing him love and kindness even if he was short and rude to you, you still held your kindness high up, hoping that Ron would see how he was acting towards you and change, but he never saw his fault, and never did change.

It wasn’t until the first fight you had with Ron that made you realize the dreaded truth. That Ron was not going to change anytime soon. 

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It was a cold winter day, and you loved it. You were at peace with the snow falling at your side, hands wrapped up in gloves and necked neatly covered in the red and gold scarf given to you by Ron. You listened as people laughed far off in the distance, but that did not bother you. You were content with sitting in the snow, watching the landscape and taking in your surroundings. 

Your harmony was unfortunately interrupted by a very angry Ronald Weasley stomping your way. You immediately knew that it was him when you heard the rough crunching of snow and whispers of incoherent curses coming from his mouth. You turned your head and were met with a bright red, and choleric, Weasley boy. 

Sighing to yourself, you turned your body around to face the grumpy ginger, and with a glare he stared at you back. 

“What's wrong Ron?” You purposely tried to add a milk and honey texture to your voice, to try and show him that you were trying to help him. Apparently, the message was not sent. Ron glared even harder at you, his frown growing deeper as he rolled his eyes at you and attempted to continue on his pity party journey. You stopped him once more by grabbing his arm, but he didn’t even let you get a word out before his top blew off and he was yelling at you. 

“Bloody Hell Y/N! Can’t you see I do NOT want to talk to you right now?” You were taken back by his sudden outburst, he never yelled at you like this, why now?

“Well Ron, I’m trying to help you. You look angry-”

“Yes I’m angry and you nagging me about why I'm angry isn’t helping.” 

“Nagging? Ron, I asked you one question.”

“A question I do not feel like answering.” 

You didn’t know what to say. You were astonished at the sudden cut-throat attitude of your once so sweet and pleasurable boyfriend. 

“God forbid I’m worried about you Ron, am I not allowed to worry about you?” Ron glared at you and took a step forward so you were face to face. You felt the heat of his anger burning off his cheeks and you knew the words about to come out of his mouth were not going to be pleasant ones.

“I don’t need someone worrying about me like I’m a little kid. Get off my back and leave me alone. Can you at least do that right?” 

You were frozen. Your words caught in your throat and choked you when you tried to talk. You felt a rush of several different emotions rush through you at once. Anger, sadness, confusion, all of them were racing through you. You looked at Ron’s eyes and searched for any sign of remorse, or hurt. Any sign that he possibly didn’t mean what he had said, but you found none. Nothing was behind his eyes except a blazing fire of anger.

You let him walk away. No words you could muster up would make him turn back and you knew that. You just stood there as you tried to comprehend what he would have meant. So many things ran through your mind as you felt your cheeks grow warm and your eyes start to weld up.

—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ever since that day weeks ago, you hadn’t spoken to Ron. Just as he asked you. The yule ball was approaching and you didn’t know if you and Ron were going together or not. You told yourself that it was evident that he would ask you, or that you would just go together since you were his girlfriend, or, you at least thought it was evident. This was until you came across Ron asking a girl to go with him, to which he got rejected. You stood there puzzled, why hadn’t he asked you? You were his girlfriend. You listened as he complained to Harry about not being able to find a date, and this was your turning point.

You hurriedly stomped up to him and turned him around by a quick pull of the shoulder. He looked confused at first, his confusion was followed up by a swift and hard slap to the face. The slap echoed throughout the courtyard and people stopped to look at the origination of the sound, but you didn’t care.  You tried to stop yourself from crying as you stood there breathing heavily. 

“Bloody hell Y/N! What was that for?!”

“You, You Ronald Weasley are a complete ASSHOLE!” And with your harsh words you shoved him backwards, causing him to fall and stare up at you in wonder, wonder in what he could’ve possibly done to offend you.

“Mate, did you not ask her?” Was all Harry said before you turned yourself around and walked away? Tears stain your cheeks as you try to recollect your breathing.

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The yule ball came a week later, and still, Ron could barely even give you a glance. You were, nonetheless, trying to enjoy your night, you wouldn’t let some boy ruin your night. But, throughout the night, you couldn’t help but catch yourself staring at him. He was never looking at you, nor did he try. Of course, this made you sad but a lot of things Ron had done recently made you sad. 

You caught your eyes drifting over to Ron once more, and this time, he was glaring at someone. You followed his gaze and your eyes landed on Hermione and Krum dancing together. You looked back between Ron and Hermione and Krum. You couldn’t believe it. He was jealous of Krum. Rage engulfed you and you felt yourself once again crying. Your sudden rage had caused you to squeeze your glass a little too tight. The sound of breaking glass caused Ron to look over at you, and a couple people as well followed his gaze. You stared Ron down, the pain from your heart outnumbered the pain in your hand. You felt blood rush down your arm, a result of the glass cutting deep into your hand. 

You kept looking at Ron, and he kept looking at you. He saw the blood falling and decided it was best if he got up to check on you, but as he got closer you shook your head, repeatedly saying no as you tried to push him away. He was confused about this, and still advanced further. Your series of no’s got louder and louder until you shouted at him. The shout was lost in the music, and you looked at Ron with hateful eyes.

“Y/N, you’re hurt. Please let me take you to Madam Pomfrey.” His voice sounded so genuine, and for a second you thought he truly did care for you. He reached out his arms to hold your bleeding hand, but, just as you were about to give your hand to him, you caught him taking a quick glance over his shoulder, in the direction of Hermione and Krum. 

“NO. FUCK you, Ronald Weasley. FUCK you. I HATE YOU.” You walked backward, the words you were speaking were foreign to you, you had never told him you hated him, and you felt incredibly bad for it, but at the moment, it felt like it needed to be said. He looked hurt as he slowly put his hands down at his sides and stared at you in disbelief. 

“I wish I never dated you, Ronald Weasley. I hate you.” 

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You sat in your room, your hand still moderately bleeding through the cloth around it. You thought back on the words you had said to Ron. You knew you didn’t mean a word you said. But, seeing the way he stared at Hermione and Krum set you off. You could tell he wanted to be Krum, he wanted to be in his place. And the way he looked at Hermione? God, you had felt like he had ripped your heart out and laughed as he stomped on it. 

He had never looked at you like that, with such adoration, compassion, and with such love. The mere thought of this made you sob, your makeup running down your face as the moonlight hugged you in the red dress that you had gotten just for him. 

You planned on staying in your room all night, crying your guts out until you cried yourself dry and fell asleep. But, unexpectedly you heard a quiet voice saying your name, and a knock at the door.

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#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter angst #harry potter x reader #harry potter x reader fluff #harry potter x reader angst #Ron Weasley #ronald weasley #ron weasly imagine #ron weasly x reader #ron wealsey x y/n #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x reader angst #harry potter x you

[mrswolffs-blog]

Seeing his ex-wife again was the last thing he expected today. Lewis had been busy the whole week going back and forth, getting work done as usual, when Toto called him to be introduced to someone.

Upon arrival, at first the female’s back was turned to his face so he didn’t really see her face. Sniffing the air, he realised that he knew the scent and couldn’t help but take a couple of steps back, not believing that it was her. It wasn’t until Toto tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around did their eyes meet and immediately she looked down at her shoe still in hurt and feeling inferior to the champion before her.

“Lewis, this is your new physiotherapist. Her name is Y/n and she transferred from Ferrari as she was working with Carlos.” Toto explained yet stood quietly as he waited for the ex-partners to interact. “Hi” Y/n said lowly as she shyly waved. Lewis smiled at her weakly as he understood that she never changed even after everything he had put her through.

“Well, the both of you will be walking around today as he does interviews, so I’ll leave you both to it.” Toto said walking away briskly. “Why did you transfer teams?” Lewis asked. “I didn’t really have a choice, they found a replacement so I would’ve basically been left without a job. I thought that they’d give me George but put me here” she explained as they walked.

Entering her office, she went over everything that was supposed to be done before the media day started and they came to an understanding within what each person was supposed to do. Leaving n’s heading off to the media pen, joined by his press agent. They went from one mic to another, Lewis answering the questions yet seemed unfocused every now and then as he looked off to the side to make sure that Y/n wasn’t too far away.

Truth be told, Lewis never meant to hurt Y/n the way he did. It was a misunderstanding that spiralled. What happened was that while he was away for the last part of the F1 season, Y/n was at home and she had went out with friends; got drunk and was sexually harassed.

At the time, Y/n had no idea that it was a crime and so she thought that he she had cheated on him. Crying out her eyes that same night, she called Lewis and apologised constantly as she explained that she “cheated” on him. In shock n’s disbelief, Lewis cursed at her over the phone before hanging up and blocking her.

Through the rest of the week, Y/n woke up everyday to tabloids of pictures and news of Lewis being caught with different women out and about. Crying her heart out, Y/n felt like she deserved it and so she wasn’t mad at him.

When Lewis returned home for the winter break, he tortured her with harsh words, throwing things to scare her and even went as far as bringing bimbos into the house that they share. At the time, when she found out that she was three months pregnant, Lewis cursed at her to say that he wasn’t sure it was his so she should go elsewhere to find the father of her bastard.

Due to all the stress, Y/n ended up going through a miscarriage. During that time, Lewis sat and watched as she rolled about the floor in pain, begging him to help her get to the hospital yet he refused; Miles being the saviour, anonymously stopping by was appalled by his best friend’s behaviour as he took the bleeding woman to the hospital.

While recovering, Lewis served the suffering woman with divorced papers and disappeared from her life after they were signed. It wasn’t until a year later when he bumped into one of her friends who was present that night, that the situation was explained- immediately the dread of his actions dawning in him. He reflected on how he never allowed her to explain herself and all the horrible things he did instead of comforting her.

Being taken out of his trance, the journalist asked “If you were to get married right now, do you have anyone in mind? If so what would you say about them?” She asked gloomily. Smiling softly he answered as he stared across at the woman chatting softly with his boss. “Yeah, I do. She’s an amazing woman who had always been there for me through a lot of hard and good times. I never treated her right at the ending, but hopefully she would be willing to give me a second chance to make things right.” By now the media and fans were going crazy trying to figure out who the mystery lady was.

Toto on the other hand knew that Y/n had heard what he said judging by the tears in her eyes threatening to fall and so he quickly swept her behind to shield her from the cameras as she soaked the back of his white shirt in tears. He was the only one on the team who knew that Lewis took things too far with how badly he had treated the now 26 years old woman who wanted so bad to scream out her pain.

Quickly excusing himself from the conversation with Guenther, he took her by the arm and led her to his office then closed the door for privacy. Immediately the door had shut, Y/n let out an ear piercing scream of a cry that shook the Mercedes building, everyone pausing on the outside who heard through the mic still attached to Toto’s shirt, as she started crying her heart out screaming into Toto’s chest “HE BROKE ME” continuously. Y/n’s head on Toto’s chested, he held her tightly rocking from side to side and she finally calmed down- falling asleep from exhaustion.

Lewis returned to the garage a couple of hours later with a knowing mind that the scream he heard was definitely from the woman he had demolished as he made a beeline for his boss’ office, just in time as Toto was exiting the room. “I just gave her something to eat, be gentle Lewis. I got her transferred here for a reason” Toto patted him on the shoulder before walking away.

Taking a deep breath to keep his emotions in control, he opened the door and slowly entered careful not to scare her. Taking a seat a few feet away from her, he took a minute to rationalise his thoughts before speaking. “I don’t know where to begin, but I just want to say that I’m deeply sorry. I should have allowed you to explain what happened before I went off doing whatever to hurt you. I was so inconsiderate due to the hurt I was feeling to the point that I denied my own child; May God above bless our would’ve been beautiful baby that is now in heaven… I pushed unnecessary anger towards you and it caused a lot of damage that I’m hoping that with time, you’ll reopen your heart piece by piece… and allow me to correct myself. We can date if you want to take it slow… or we could just get remarried and go to a marriage counsellor. We could try to conceive again as I really want a child of own.” Lewis said sadly as tears ran like a river down his trembling face.

“I’m very sorry. I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I should have been rationale but instead I let my anger from work take over and I caused so much harm.” He cried as she gave him a side hug. “I understand. I was naive and didn’t know what happened to me. We both should have been careful of what was said” Y/n spoke shakily.

The rest of the day at the paddock was spent speaking over how they were going about their rekindling marriage.

A YEARS LATER

Lewis smiled brightly with tears in his eyes as he looked down at the pretty bundle of joy in his arms. Lewis and Y/n had been through counselling after getting remarried-once again in secret, as they have just welcome a beautiful baby boy. Lewis shed tears not only of joy but also of rapid regret for his actions towards his first child that didn’t make it into the world.

Y/n smiled with exhaustion as she noticed his reaction. “Lew be gentle with yourself, it wasn’t your fault. We just have to focus on the now and not then or what could have been” she coaxed him softly as they payed to lay ether, a united and happy family at last.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x oc #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic

[idkfitememate]

So we have tiger creator and deer creator

So a present

Sumpter beast creator

This thing

Like we have a killer cat in the city

But imagine this giant in the city

Just chilling

The Palace of Alcazarzaray had a new resident. A resident that no one would have ever thought Lord Sangemah Bay would even allow.

That resident, you ask?

You! A Sumpter Beast.

People of The Palace had not been expecting to see their Lord riding atop your shaggy form. You had a large hawdaj on your back that could accommodate three people of Dori’s size - which meant only one full grown person could fit. And by full grown, you mean a shorter full grown person.

Golden hoops shined on your ears and your fur was shined and brushed throughly. You looked better taken care of than the majority of the people of Sumeru.

You quietly walked into the pavilion and sat down, allowing the girl to climb down. Taking about few packs and bags off your back and began setting up shop.

People walking past watched in wonder as you helped unroll rugs and place merchandise. You were exceptionally gentle with everything.

And when everything was set up, you settled down on a rug. Dori was quick to follow, sitting in front of you and laying her head on your side.

She even slipped some greens your way which you happily munched on.

“Um.. Lord Sangemah Bay?” A passing merchant who had witnessed all of this hesitantly took a step towards the girl, making her look up.

“Yeah?” She asked, flicking a single mora between her fingers. Feeing her attention wasn’t fully on him, he sighed before steeling his nerves.

“… Why would you keep a most likely flee ridden beast such as-“ He couldn’t even finish his sentence before the most offended gasp he had ever heard left the small girl before him.

His words were apparently so egregious that she had dropped the more she had been playing with.

That was not a good sign.

She stood up in a huff, Electro swirling around her. You didn’t even bother looking up, choosing to continue munching on your plants.

She stalked over to the now shivering merchant, before stoping in front of him. The amount of Electro swirling off her provided a blinding purple light the engulfed to surrounding area.

“The only “flee ridden beast” I see around here is you. Now SCRAM! YOU’RE BANNED FROM TRADING WITH ME EVER. AGAIN!” She slammed her foot on the ground, causing a strike of Electro energy to zap right next to the man, causing him to squeal like a pig before running out. She made sure to actually zap him on the ass as he left, making him scream like a little girl.

She grunted before turning to the others who were watching in fear.

“Anyone ELSE got a PROBLEM with my new partner?” She asked. And was immediately met with echos of ‘no’ and ‘absolutely not’.

“Good.” She mused before walking back over to you, calming her Electro so as to not shock you. Sitting back down she leaned into your form and was met with a low rumble from your form.

She ran a hand through your fur and sighed, calming down.

“What would I do without you, صانع المال أول’ الكبير.” She sighed into your side before sitting up straight, ready to make her daily quota.

Just a bid ole’ guy who wants to live peacefully. And with Dori’s help, they can! Imagine all the nice soft stuff she can buy… or the self care products… hehe getting pampered by Dori sounds so nice right now…

(I don’t know how to care for myself. I clean myself regularly don’t get me wrong but I haven’t applied lotion to myself in over a year. That should give you a good idea lol ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎)

* my big ole’ money maker - Dori to You

#asks <3 #sagau #Sumpter Beast!Creator

[nanamiswidow]

a little nanami x reader smut for funsies.

an: i've never posted my writing on tumblr sooo a lil nervous about this. & its been so long since ive written smut, v rusty. i was also testing myself in the beginning to try and not use dialogue bc i feel like i use it too much so the beginning may be extra garbo. if this doesn't do well, pretend it didn't happen. boarder credit as well <3 the purple stars & the mdni

word count: 1,497

cw: (sleepy in the first half) unprotected sex (p in v), singular gendered term (kento calls reader 'sweet girl'), hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie, garbo smut (?) idk (if i missed any pls lemme know)

It was 1am by the time he finally stepped foot into the shared apartment. Nanami knew he wasn’t going to be greeted by you, but there were a few things out of place that let him know you had tried your hardest to stay up. The living room tv still displayed a quieted movie, a few lights still lit, and the person of the hour snoozing peacefully on the couch albeit looking a bit uncomfortable in their position.

He loosened his yellow tie as he wandered through the apartment, switching off the rest of the lights, and eventually making his way back towards the living room. He reached over, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face as he turned off the screen. You stirred just enough to catch a glimpse of the man before you which forced you out of your sleep almost entirely. You graced him with a sleepy smile which he was quick to return. You mumbled something about trying your hardest to stay awake until he came back, but he shook his head, his fingers finding your hair again to successfully move it completely from your face.

Nanami coaxed you up, finally wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. Despite having just woken up, you didn’t hesitate to find his tie, your face turning to concentration, a very sleepy version of it, as you undid it completely. It brought a sigh to him once your fingers moved to the first few buttons of his blue dress shirt. There was a comment about how tired he looked and he showed no effort to fight the accusations, leaning forward to press his face into your neck which was confirmation enough for you. There was a deep inhale from his end, taking in the scent that was just completely you. He could tell you had taken a shower before you had laid in wait for him. It brought him immediate comfort. You exhaled a laugh, your fingers burying themselves into his hair as you returned the physical affection. 

Relocating to the bedroom didn’t take any kind of effort. You reluctantly allowed him to disappear into the bathroom, he promised you a quick shower as you climbed into bed. He kept his promise, reappearing ten minutes later, completely ready for bed. If his attire hadn’t said so, the look on his face definitely did. 

Now, Nanami was ready to climb into bed himself. Sleep was not far off and he was looking forward to getting some shut eye. The second he got comfortable, he reached over and you didn’t waste any time snuggling up to him. You were met with the smell of his own conditioner and soap, smells that just instantly reminded you of him. You hummed in pure bliss with your nose pressed up against his cheek. 

Nanami was unphased by the closeness and, in fact, you weren’t close enough. One large hand dipped beneath the covers, his fingers finding your thigh to bring your one leg over his waist as he brought you flush against him once again. His hand lingered, fingertips pressing into the soft skin, and his thumb began to lazily caress your thigh. It was such an innocent thing, maybe even mindless, trying to coax the both of you into sleep faster, but it was doing the opposite.

Eventually, you sat up, straddling his waist now. He let out a huff, he didn’t want to deny you anything, but he made the argument of how late it was and how tired you looked. You scoffed, if anything, he was the one with the dark bags under his eyes, but you reassured him. Leaning down and pulling him into a kiss finally for the first time that night. The way Nanami held onto your waist was definitely contradicting his earlier statements. The kiss was innocent at first until you licked your way into his mouth which caused his grip on you to tighten. Soon enough, he was forcing you to rock your hips into him. The movements were slow, far too concentrated on the way the other tasted, until his grip on you was borderline painful.

Nanami leaned his head back as you pressed kisses into his cheek and down to his neck. Your fingers reached between the two of you as your fingers felt for the waistband of his pants, he assured you it wasn’t necessary, even apologizing for starting something he probably couldn’t finish. You shushed him, reassuring him with a few gentle kisses, watching his head dip back once again as your fingers wrapped around his cock. 

“Let me take care of you…” You whispered against him before pulling him into another kiss as you lifted your hips up. Discarding your panties before your hand wrapped around his cock again, running the tip through your slick folds a few times, whimpers spilling out of you as you did so. Nanami watched as you teased the both of you, his fingers running up your thighs before grasping onto your shirt, bunching it up so as to not block his view. He wanted to watch you sit on his cock. Wanted to watch the way you took him in and to watch your face contort with pleasure.

And you didn’t disappoint. You lowered yourself down onto him, the both of you gasping as your bodies connected and Nanami watched your eyebrows furrow and watched you bite down onto your lower lip. And you wasted no time, almost immediately beginning to move up and down on his length with ease. You were so warm… so wet. Just for him. 

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you leaned forward, burying your face into Nanami’s neck, your hips keeping a slow pace. One of Nanami’s arms wrapped around your upper body while the other held onto your hip, coaxing you to continue your slow movements. He buried his own face into your neck, breath hot against your ear, and inhaling your familiar scent.

“Missed you…” Nanami whispered into your ear, his hold on you tightening to better emphasize it.

You felt yourself melt further into him at the sound of his voice. The two of you had only been apart for a few hours, but you had missed him just as much and he could feel it in the way your body clung to him. Those few hours were usually spent worrying about him and it was always a sigh of relief seeing him come home in one piece.

“Just like that…” His voice breathy now as his hand tightened on your hip. “Feels so good…”

He felt your inner walls clench around his cock, making the both of you moan and causing your hips to falter in their lazy movements. Nanami continued his whispered praises into your ear in between shaky breaths and sighs of his own until your body tensed up, feeling that all too familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach, as you came around him.

The man beneath you didn’t give you any time to recover. His broad arms wrapped around your body tighter as he planted his feet on the bed and fucked up into you, spurred on by the feeling of your orgasm, the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him. His pace was brutal, the tiredness he felt just a few moments ago completely gone, replaced with the need to have you, his fingers digging into your sides. The overstimulation of it all was overwhelming, but intoxicating at the same time. 

“That’s my sweet girl… Always take me so well…” Nanami whispered out against you, one of his hands coming up to grab locks of your hair, pulling your face out from being hidden against him. “Tell me how badly you want my cum…” He continued, feeling his own orgasm building up. The sounds you were making, the creamy ring around the base of his cock, and the sound of skin against skin was becoming all too much. 

“I know you can do it, baby…” Nanami encouraged, emphasizing his words with a small tug of your hair. He could see the words just on the tip of your tongue.

“Need you to fill me up… want every drop…” You finally managed. He was utterly satisfied with your answer, proud even. He let your head drop back down to his neck as he wrapped his arms around you again, tighter, to finish fucking you properly. 

It didn’t take long for his thrusts to falter, a few curses escaping his lips under his breath as he filled you with his milky seed. The feeling of him filling you never seemed to get old. Once you both caught your breath, you lifted your head up, giving him a sleepy smile, one he didn’t hesitate to mirror. One of his hands reached up to caress your cheek before pulling you into a soft kiss that had you melting into him all over again.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento smut #p self indulgent honestly #and this is more of like a test to see if i can really keep pulling this shit off #i miss writing #shawnee writes #gasp #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

[gyu-effect]

SEVENTEEN AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

[♡] seungcheol as blank space. “hi.” you said a little breathlessly, as you waved at the well dressed man in front of you. he turned to look at you and immediately raised an eyebrow, looking amused that you had approached him. but that didn’t deter you from continuing your introduction. “hi, i’m-” you began but he cut you off. “l/n y/n. yes, of course i know you.” even though it shouldn’t have been shocking that he knew you, you could still feel heat creeping up your cheeks. “uh, thank you? i mean- i mean even i know you!” you immediately cringed at your words, wishing the ground would just swallow you up but the man opposite to you seemed unfazed by it. if anything, he took a step closer to you, as though interested in seeing where this conversation was going to go. “oh, is that so?” choi seungcheol asked, his voice dropping a little and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. just how bad was your crush on this man? “i bet your daddy told you a lot of things about me, didn’t he?” you opened your mouth to argue that even though it was a known fact your father and his never got along as friends, your father never looked down on the choi family as business partners. though he did tell me to stay away from you at this party. seungcheol cut you off before you could explain yourself saying, “didn’t your father ask you to not speak to me?” this statement caught you off guard, as you hadn’t expected seungcheol to guess this much. “uh yeah,” you began sheepishly, determined to not let your father’s reputation affect this golden opportunity. “but you know, i’m allowed to make my own decisions. besides, i don’t allow my father’s choices to determine my enemies and friends.” seungcheol cocked his head a little and for a second you were worried that you had said something stupid, but then he just burst out laughing, the sound resonating through your ears like music. “of course, of course. you shouldn’t let others actions affect you.” he said, his eyes twinkling with an amusement that caused a shiver to run down your spine. then, he took another step closer to you, until you could almost feel his breath on your cheeks before saying, “still, isn’t it dangerous for you to talk to me like this? especially when you are looking this pretty and can get any man you want?” you rolled your eyes at his statement in an attempt to cover up the squeal that was about to erupt from you. pretty? pretty? choi seungcheol called me pretty? “i’m pretty sure i know what i want.” you said and for the first time in the evening seungcheol smiled at you warmly, all the flirtiness gone from his mannerism. somehow, that made you fall even more for him. “want to see the stars from the balcony with me, then?”

[♡] jeonghan as champagne problems. the rain pelted against the window of the speeding train as jeonghan stared out of the window aimlessly, feeling his heart grow heavier and heavier as the train rode on deeper into the night. what had gone wrong? how could everything go so wrong when he had just told you yesterday that he was the happiest man alive? he was sure, he had been so sure that you too loved him like he loved you. and- and all his friends had reassured him that you looked at no one else except him like that way, like he was the only star in the night sky. he stared back at his reflection on the window. did he always look this sad and tired? he wanted to cry; he wanted to scream and pull out his hair as the sadness ate him up from inside. “is this seat taken?” he turned to the person standing in front of the cabin door, nodding numbly as he crumbled the ticket for two in his hand. he had planned so much for you. so much. he had thought of asking you out with this ring which was now sitting heavily in his breast pocket, taking you back to his summer home that you always wanted to see tonight, and just so much, so much more. he remembered the look of horror you had on your face when he finally confessed that he loved you when the two of you dancing, the way your smile fell when you realised he wasn’t joking or didn’t mean it platonically- jeonghan clutched his hair in anger, pulling it in hopes that the searing pain would be lesser than the one in his heart. how could he? how could he do that to you? he had overstepped the boundary of friendship, thought that you loved him differently like he did and now you were completely out of his grasp. his foolish actions had costed him his friendship and now he had lost his best friend too. would he be able to face you again? the very thought of losing you even as a friend scared him. why was he such an idiot? would you be able to face him again? and what was he supposed to say to his friends? he could already imagine seungcheol and joshua saying that he would find someone else; someone who could actually love him and that he just give you some space to mend back the friendship. but no one could replace you. he could never love anyone the way he loved you; jeonghan was sure about that. “heartbreak?” the man asked and jeonghan glanced at him, hoping he wouldn’t have to talk much because he wasn’t in the mood at all. “don’t worry,” the man continued, completely unfazed by jeonghan’s attitude. “it will go away slowly. everything does.” he found himself nodding to the man’s words, trying to flood his mind with all the beautiful memories he had with you. “i hope so.” he muttered, finally feeling the tears fall.

[♡] joshua as paper rings. “shua.” you whispered, gently prodding your sleeping boyfriend’s cheeks. all you got was a grunt from him as he tightened his grip around you to pull you impossibly closer to him than you already were. “shua. my love. baby. sweetheart.” apparently fourth time was the charm because joshua finally opened one eye, looking at you lazily as though asking you to go on. “baby,” you began excitedly (as if it wasn’t three in the morning) “do you remember the time we went on a date but it started raining and we parked the car so far that we had to run all the way back?” you could tell that he was still sleepy from the way he smiled at you slowly, gently rubbing your back as though trying to lull you back to sleep. “of course, love. how could i forget. we were drenched from head to toe. on top of that we couldn’t find our car and even though jeonghan’s was right in front of us, he refused to give us a ride because of how wet we were. said something about ruining his car seats.” you whined at the memory and joshua finally opened his eyes fully to look at you, his hands moving up to now cup your cheeks. “i was so tired that day. and wet. and cold.” joshua leaned in and kissed you softly, moving his lips slowly against yours. “yeah.” he muttered, lips brushing against yours. “my poor baby was so tired and i was so worried that you would catch a cold.” you giggled as you remembered how much joshua had babied you following that incident. “i was totally saved because of the amount of times you had doused me in water because of your ‘sunday morning’ obsession.” “oh hush.” he whispered playfully, booping his nose against yours. “you love it when i baby you.” you laughed lightly, nodding at his words. “i do. you are so lucky i love it when you are babying me, hong joshua.” he shook his head, pulling you into a hug and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. “nuh uh. you love me regardless of whether or not i baby you.” you fisted his shirt in your hand, wrapping your arm tightly around his torso. “yeah. i love you so so much. i love you beyond anything in this world.” joshua gently kissed the top of your head and you could finally feel the exhaustion of staying up so late wash over you. you thought of all the fun activities you had done with him, and felt a familiar warmth bloom in your chest. “babe.” he said suddenly, mischief shining in his eyes. “remember the time you looked like a ghost?” now it was your time to groan. “you smashed my face on the cake, shua. what do you mean by i looked like a ghost?”

[♡] junhui as gold rush. his eyes casually flicked to yours and you immediately looked down, your hand gripping the brush tightly to prevent the flush from creeping up your cheeks. you could hear all the girls beside you giggling and whispering about the model; after all he was just too handsome, the perfect person to be painted on a canvas. slowly, you looked up again but wen junhui was still looking at you, this time with a smirk on his face. you hated the way he always casually sat in front of your class like it was the students’ fault he was here. you hated the way he would have his head on his hand, elbow on the desk as he posed. you hated the way his soft hair fell on his beautiful face, giving you the urge to brush it out of his eyes. you hated the way his god-crafted lips parted into a smirk everytime he caught you staring for a bit too long. and you hated the way he made you feel. this time was no different as you looked back at your canvas hastily, feeling your stomach turn as your heart skipped a beat. what was so great about him anyways? he was just a model because of his great looks. if you went around catching feelings for all the models you painted, then god forbid if your father would still send you to these special girls only art classes. you faintly heard the bell toll and even before the teacher could tell it was time to go, all the girls were scrambling to pack their brushes and paint. you too got up almost immediately, not wanting to be left alone with junhui but as you struggled to undo the bow of your apron, your elbow hit the easel, dropping the canvas and your paints. you let out a cry and hurried to get them back, but just before you could grab the one which had rolled off far, you found junhui’s outstretched hand towards you, holding the paint. “here you go.” you heard his deep voice as he smiled at you, causing your heart to stutter once more. “th-thanks.” you stammered, snatching the paint and putting it back. “need help with the apron?” he asked softly and you shook your head furiously, adamant to get out of this room as soon as you could. “no, thank you. i can do it myself-” “and knock over the canvas again?” you glared at him and he just smirked back at you, the cockly self back again. “i- well, okay i guess.” he got up on his feet in a second and gave you a hand, which you gladly took. but you hadn’t expected him to be this strong when he pulled you up, gently turning you so that your back faced him. “by the way, you draw amazing.” he hummed, removing the knot from your back. “um, thank you.” you muttered as the apron came out, turning to face him one last time. the two of you stared at each other for a while, not sure of what to say. the sunlight that had slipped in through the stone window gave him a soft ethereal glow, something which you knew even a painting couldn’t capture, making him look almost like a god. “so, um,” junhui began nervously, all of a sudden avoiding your eyes. “would you like to go and see the gardens with me?”

[♡] soonyoung as gorgeous. you watched as he held your gaze for a while, before slowly walking towards your seat with a smirk. suddenly you felt heat creep up your cheeks and you looked away, despite staring at the said man dancing on the dance floor for the past hour. “hey.” he said, sliding onto the seat beside you, quickly ordering a drink for himself. taking in a deep breath (which was a mistake because you ended up inhaling his cologne instead) you turned to face him with a smile before saying, “hi. i was watching you dance.” “i noticed.” he said with a wink, before taking a sip of his drink. even though he was the one who was sweating, you were definitely the one who was feeling hotter. of course he had noticed! that’s why he approached you in the first place! “you feeling hot?” the man beside you asked, snapping you out of your embarrassing thoughts. “huh? oh yeah. but you know, who doesn’t feel hot in a club, right?” you laughed awkwardly at your joke, your only relief being the man’s smile widening. “yeah. especially when you are sitting next to a hot girl, right?” he asked. you stared at him for a second before shaking your head, biting your lips hard to prevent a smile from forming. “smooth. very, very smooth. you don’t even know my name and yet you are already hitting on me?” you asked and he just tilted his head at you, as though studying you. why did he have to look so hot doing such a humane action? “well you don’t know my name either and yet you were staring at me the entire time.” you rolled your eyes, admitting defeat. “oh well, that’s because you dance really, really well. and uh, i was seeing you before with your friends. you seemed to be a very fun person.” he jutted out his lips in a pout and you found yourself internally screaming. wow so he was cute and hot? “you sure you were checking me out? and not one of my friends?” this time, you spluttered on your drink. “wh- what? no, of course not-” he laughed, shaking his head. “don’t worry, i'm just pulling your leg. though if you are interested, i could introduce you to my friends. they are really hot too. even though i’ll be sad to let you go.” you immediately shook your head. “no no no! i, uh, i’m only interested in getting to know you.” his smile widened, and despite how sexy he had looked before, he looked really sweet now. “good because even i want to know only you. i’m kwon soonyoung by the way.”

[♡] wonwoo as wildest dreams. a sigh escaped your lips as you stared at the setting sun on the horizon, wonwoo’s hand brushing against yours like a ghost. the highway was completely empty except for the two of you, the deafening silence a reminder of how you actually felt right now, despite being with the person you loved the most. “what’s wrong?” his deep voice resonated, shaking you from your thoughts. you looked up at him as he smiled at you warmly, his glasses catching the sunlight which was now beating down on both of you. “nothing. nothing, actually.” you said looking away, unable to meet his eyes anymore. you could feel your heart weighing down with each passing second, and you couldn’t get yourself to tell him your burden and ruin the little romantic getaway he had prepared for the both of you. “if it makes you this upset,” wonwoo hummed, cupping your face and turning you towards him, “it’s not nothing, okay?” you nodded, letting out another sigh. “it’s just that- it’s just that you are going to leave- leave me-” your voice caught, as you fought back the tears threatening to form. wonwoo frowned at your statement, before pulling you into a hug. “leave you? i’m not leaving you, love. you know i have to leave the country; this opportunity is too important for me to miss.”. “i know, i know.” you muttered, burying your face into his chest. “it’s just that- our relationship is already a secret and it was already so hard to meet up and now that you are going to go away, it’s going to become worse.” wonwoo rubbed circles on your back slowly, trying to calm you down. but it wasn’t really working, not when you knew that there were high chances of your relationship disappearing into nothingness. as if the two of you didn’t even exist together in the first place. “and no one will know.” you sobbed, the tears falling freely now. “and no one will know what happened between us. no one will know why we are sad or how we ended up like this. no one will even know how much we loved each other. “ at this wonwoo just laughed lightly, causing you to look up at him and give him a glare. “okay, okay sorry baby.” he said, kissing your forehead. “but i can never, ever forget about you. you’ll always be seared in my brain, in my memories and in my each and every breath. you are a part of me and i cannot even think of not loving you. okay, my love? i’ll always love you. and if you stop loving me, i’ll always keep loving the memory of you.

[♡] jihoon as delicate. the cold air ripped through his hair as he clung on to your waist in order to not fall off from the bike. you let out a whoop as you sped down the street, the sound coming out much louder in the quiet night than jihoon would have expected but nonetheless he felt a smile push through his cheeks. you were right; this was what he needed instead of being cooped up for more hours in his studio, looking for inspirations in his blank brain. speeding through the night as the two of you laughed, all the heaviness and pressure he had been feeling slowly lifted off his shoulders and he felt a slight giddiness flow through his veins now. finally, you came to a halt, parking your bike on the bridge over the han river. you hopped off the bike and jihoon followed suit, copying your actions to lean against the railings. you smiled at him and he felt a small chuckle escape him at your action. despite dating for so long, he still felt his skin tingle with electricity when your elbow brushed against his. “isn’t this great?” you hummed, looking at the horizon as you sighed contently. jihoon’s brain, which a few minutes ago was a complete mush from being stuck in the same room for hours now seemed to be running at a thousand miles per hour. you looked so pretty, so pretty, despite wearing just casuals, staring dreamily at the city lights blinking in the distance. the dark water gently lapped below the two of you and when he didn’t respond, you turned to look at him. you had always been kind and patient with him, he who always had had some difficulty expressing himself and yet you always understood him perfectly. even now you seemed to understand what he was trying to say, looking at him like he was the most precious person in the world. “yeah.” jihoon said after a while. “yeah, this is great. i wish i could take you out on a proper date though.” you laughed, your laughter which was like music to his ears, before saying, “oh well, i had brought you here to help you get some inspiration but consider this as a date then.” slowly, he slid a hand down your arm until it grasped your hand, before pulling you into a kiss. the night was still cold, and his thin shirt and shorts barely gave him any warmth. but somehow, your lips on his caused warmth to bloom in his heart, slowly spreading to his entire body. “i love you so much.” he murmured against your lips before wrapping his other arm around your waist to pull you in closer.

[♡] seokmin as love story. you could feel your nails digging into the stone wall, as you anxiously watched the gates of the building neighbouring to yours. the warm sunlight bathed your skin in heat, and you were sure it was picture worthy but you couldn’t care less even if you were on a vacation in the alps right now. “ma’am, we should go back-” began the maid beside you before you shushed her with an angry glare. couldn’t they understand the situation? couldn't they see how terrified you were? your heart was beating loudly against your ear as you held your breath tightly when the huge oak doors of your father’s residence swung open. out stepped lee seokmin, eyes scanning the ground anxiously as though looking for something. then his eyes flicked up and met yours, and you felt a sudden happiness course through your veins as he smiled back at you gently. letting out a small scream of delight, you turned and ran down the stairs, clutching your gown so as to not trip and ruin the moment. but would it really matter? especially now, knowing that nothing, nothing mattered to you except for the fact that your father had said yes to seokmin’s proposal? “seokmin!” you said as you flung into his open arms, nearly knocking him off his footing and he stumbled back a little but quickly regained his balance, engulfing you like you were his life line. “my love,” he muttered softly into your hair, almost causing your knees to give away. “he said yes. your father said yes.” you looked up at him and smiled, his warm eyes holding all the love he had for you in this world and you nearly felt dizzy from it, and finally the setting sun was a beauty you could acknowledge. thinking back of all the hardships you both had to go through because you loved each other pulled a painful string in your heart, and you felt tears sting your eyes. seokmin frowned worriedly, immediately cupping your face to brush away the tears with his thumb. “what’s wrong, my love?” he muttered, and you shook your head smilingly. “n-nothing.” you choked, a laughter bubbling as you thought of just how much you loved him, that you were even willing to give up the comforts of the palace for him. “i just- it’s just that- god, i love you so much.” the corners of his lips curled up in response, before he enveloped your lips in his, devouring them like this was your last kiss. you too clung on to his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you kissed him back in the same fiery passion. “i love you too,” he murmured against your lips. “i love you too so, so much.”

[♡] mingyu as i knew you were trouble. “should we be doing this?” you whispered against his lip, feeling this weird sense of foreboding in your gut as you leaned in to kiss him. kim mingyu just smirked back at you, as though asking you to reply to your own question. when you didn’t respond, he just cocked his head and said, “we don't have to do it if you don’t want to, princess.” you stared at him for a second, your mind in a whirl. there he went again. always throwing you into confusion of what you thought you wanted and what you actually wanted. because you knew mingyu was bad for you; he was someone you had never ever thought you would associate yourself with. and yet here you were, in the arms of the very man you were very sure you shouldn’t be with. but you could never stop yourself. could never stop yourself from chasing him, loving him, touching him, kissing him- you stopped all your thoughts by pressing your lips against his, and mingyu responded back to your action by wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in impossibly closer. his lips moved against yours and all thoughts were truly lost as the only sound you could now hear was the thumping of your own heart in your ear. you loved him so much. you loved the way he made you feel, you loved the way he made you feel special, loved the way he always worshipped you. then why was it that when you weren’t with him, you regretted your actions? then why was it that each time the two of you secretly planned to meet up, you would promise yourself that you would use this opportunity to break up with him even though you always ended up losing your resolve whenever he smiled at you so cutely? was it because he was the man your father had warned you against? was it because of the fact he somehow knew everything about you but you knew so little of him? you felt one of mingyu’s hands slowly trace your back, rising higher and higher until it was cupping your cheek. he then tilted your head ever so slightly, giving him a better access to your mouth and you sighed contentedly. “i love you, princess.” he groaned as kissed the corner of your lips, before moving them southwards towards your jaws. “i-” your eyes fluttered close as he pressed a kiss under your ear, teeth grazing the soft skin as he soothed down the area with his tongue. “i-” you began again, but this time for some reason you couldn’t continue your statement. i love you. i love you! how hard was it to tell that? you loved him; you loved kim mingyu so why couldn’t you tell him that? why could you feel bile rising up your throat, ripping you off your voice to say those simple words? by now mingyu had caught on with your hesitation and he withdrew a little, looking at you concerningly. immediately you felt bad but he just shook his head, saying, “i don’t think you are well princess. should we catch up another time?” you wanted to scream no! but all you could do was look down at your feet, unable to meet his eyes. you felt him brush past you as he walked out of the room. “we’ll meet again, princess.” he said, before disappearing into the shadows of your hallways. but you let out a sigh, knowing that the again, was going to be much, much later.

[♡] minghao as willow. “slow down! slow down!” you yelled, but minghao just laughed, still pulling you as the two of you ran through the tiny cobblestone road. the garden beside you was a blur, partly because your lover wasn’t letting you stop and admire anything, not even your favourite english roses on the arches above you and because you were laughing too much because of the sudden enthusiasm he was showing. “where are we going, hao?” you asked once again but he just looked at you and smiled sweetly, nearly causing you to stumble as your heart stuttered a little. “just follow me, my love. okay?” he said, and you found yourself nodding, as though in a trance. a small part of you was worried that you would get lost; the garden was so huge and it had been only a week since you and minghao had discovered it. still, you trusted him that he knew his way because he seemed to be moving deeper into the garden confidently. lost in your thoughts, you didn’t see that minghao had stopped until you crashed into him, him immediately caging you in his embrace so that you didn’t fall. you felt your cheeks flush as you looked up at him slightly embarrassed. “sorry.” you muttered but he just smiled fondly at you, gently brushing his nose against yours. “it’s okay, i should have warned you when i was pulling you so hard.” you smiled back at him, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “i wanted to show you something.” he muttered and you hummed, asking him to go on. “yesterday i was trying to search for some nice flowers for you and i stumbled upon this place.” he said, finally letting you go from his grasp and you turned towards the direction he was looking at. a small gasp escaped your lips as your eyes met the scenic beauty in front of you. there was a huge lake, its crystal blue waters reflecting the beautiful willow trees growing on its edges. it almost looked like waterfalls were cascading from every side but instead of water, green leaves were falling into it. you felt minghao’s hand brush against your back and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in, causing minghao to chuckle. “this place,” you began, spinning to look at him, “is so pretty!” there was nothing more you loved in this world other than being able to enjoy such a beautiful place minghao, and this place felt like heaven right now. a gentle breeze blew against the two of you and you could feel the tranquillity of the moment settle in you as you leaned in to rest your head on minghao’s shoulder. “but,” minghao said, kissing the top of your head, “this place isn’t as pretty as you.”

[♡] seungkwan as back to december. you stared at him through the huge cafe window, wondering for the millionth time if this was the right thing to do. seungkwan seemed unaware of your presence as he scrolled through his phone, even though the window was just a little away from his table. suddenly his previously bored face lit up in a smile as a notification came up, him eagerly typing back something. you felt your heart clench painfully as you remembered the old memories, regret rising up your throat once again. maybe he found someone else better? maybe asking to meet up with him was a bad idea? taking in a deep breath to calm yourself down and ignore the intrusive thoughts, you pushed the door of the cafe and walked in until you reached his table. seungkwan looked up almost immediately, his smile dipping before it grew a little more, indicating that it was forced. “hi.” you said, sitting down on the chair opposite to him. “how are you? how are your sisters? how is your work? how-” all of a sudden he reached forward and grabbed your hand, catching you completely off guard and making you forget the entire greeting you had prepared and rehearsed for him. “y/n.” he said, this time with a softer and more genuine smile. “calm down, okay? take a deep breath in.” you found yourself automatically doing what he had just told, breathing in deeply as he slowly let go your hand. his eyes dropped down to your other hand and with a jolt you remembered the bouquet in your hand. “oh, this is for you!” you said, carefully handing him the flowers you had just bought. seungkwan’s face was unreadable as he took them from your hand, carefully studying them. “i bought lilies.” you said a bit nervously, not sure how he would receive it. “because-” “because it's our favourite flower.” he completed, looking up to meet your eyes. even though he tried to keep a blank and composed face, you could see the sadness and pain hiding in them; emotions that he shouldn’t have to deal with but here he was, heart completely shattered because of you. he cleared his throat and put aside the bouquet, saying, “so, you wanted to meet me?” your heart sank a little at how unfazed his statement had sounded. but it wasn’t his fault, was it? after all, you were the one who wanted to break up. you were the one who said you couldn't do this anymore and this relationship felt like a burden. you were the one who left him all alone, throwing away those lilies he had just bought for you. “seungkwan i- i- still love you.” you said, your voice a broken whisper. you saw him open his mouth but you raised a hand to continue, before looking down at your lap as the first tear fell. “i- i was a fool. i felt like i wasn’t free anymore. and i felt that those thoughts were like a burden to you. but when i left you, i released- i realised that not once had you complained about me being a burden and that i- and that i still- i still loved you. i missed you every single day and i still miss you and i’m just so so sorry for everything. for breaking your heart, for pushing you away when all you did was love me-” you felt a hand cover your mouth and you looked up, only to find seungkwan’s face inches away from yours. his eyes were watery and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth, before taking your hand in his. “don’t-” he began shakily. “don’t. okay? you were never a burden to me. and you never will be. and i- and i too still love you. never could forget about you, ever.” you exhaled slowly at his words, feeling a huge weight lift off your chest. “then- then can we start again? even just as friends?” you asked and he smiled at you softly. “you didn’t need to ask again, love.”

[♡] vernon cruel summer. you let out another scream of joy as the wind whipped through your hair, arms outstretched as you tried to feel the summer breeze on your fingertips. vernon glanced at you quietly, a smile on his face as he turned his eye back on the road, even though it was surprisingly empty. the two of you had decided to spend the last week of summer at your ‘secret getaway beach’, and while vernon knew the beach wasn’t any secret place, he was even more shocked to see the empty seaside as he parked the car near it, devoid of any tourists. “hey babe?” he asked, as you practically jumped out of the car. “don’t tell me you rented out the entire beach or something like that.” you turned to him and batted your eyelashes, saying, “who? me? of course not, i would never do something like that for you.” vernon let out a laugh at this, shaking his head as he tried to make a serious face at you. “no, seriously. did you?” by now the two of you were standing together behind the trunk of the car as he opened it, and you rolled your eyes at him as you picked up one of the small suitcases. “of course not, nonie. i’m so broke i had to ask you for a ride here. how can i afford to rent a beach? is that even possible?” he shrugged, picking up the other one and closing the door shut. then, he took your outstretched hand and walked with you towards the edge of the lapping waters. “i don’t know.” he muttered, staring at the setting sun in the horizon, which had painted the waters orangish pink. “that definitely sounds like something you would do.” you laughed at his statement, before dropping the luggage in your hand and turning to give him another mischievous smile. vernon had a millisecond to realise what you were up to but before he could react, he found himself being pulled into the sea, a wave crashing into his body as salt water flooded him in every direction. he could still hear your shrieks and laughter, you grip on his hand tightening so that you didn’t lose him and he felt his heart squeeze at your actions. “hey!” he said as he came up to the surface, sputtering as he laughed. “you could have killed me!” you gave him a playful shove, giggling at his statement. since when did you look this pretty under the orange lights of the sun? “yeah sure. i was holding you very, very tightly. i wouldn’t let my god tier boyfriend be swept away just like that.” you said with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes. “the sea’s stronger than you.” he said, as a matter of fact and this time, you rolled your eyes. he gently laughed, before pulling your body towards him to wrap you in a hug. “only you would be crazy enough to think that you are stronger than the sea.” he felt you laugh as he gently rested his chin on your head, enjoying the moment before him.

[♡] chan as all of the girls you’ve loved before. your hands brushed over his head, gently rubbing the soft strands of his hair in your fingers. chan looked up at you with a smile. eyes shining almost as brightly as the stars overhead. “what’s it, love?” he asked, lifting his hand to take yours which was resting on your windowsill. when chan had rapped on your window and asked if you wanted to go stargazing with him, you thought he had meant that the two of you would sneak out and then make it back in before your parents could notice. you didn’t realise he meant stargazing from your window, with him sitting in the roof below your window while you sat against the window sill. in that way, according to your loving boyfriend, if your parents came in he would just run for it and you could make an excuse of feeling hot or in case you didn’t like stargazing, you could always go back to sleep (you didn’t tell him that even if you didn’t like it, you would lie about it just to spend time with him). “nothing.” you hummed contentedly, causing his grin to widen, showing all his perfect teeth. your heart skipped a beat at just how beautiful and ethereal he looked under the moonlight, beaming at you like you were actually one of the stars. “just wondering how i am so lucky to have you as my boyfriend, considering your reputation as a…bad boy.” at this chan let out a laugh, pulling your heartstrings at the sound of it. you always loved his laughter, it being the first thing that made you fall for him and this time was no different; you could feel yourself falling for him for the millionth time. “is that my reputation in college?” he asked, eyes crinkling as he smiled back at you adoringly. you shrugged, before saying, “i don’t know. that’s what all the girls had warned me when they came to know i was dating you. and yes, i had heard those lingering rumours at the beginning. that lee chan was a total heartbreaker and had a huge list of girlfriends back in high school.” he laughed again, before gently pressing a kiss on the back of your hand. “oh well, i did have lots of girlfriends before but that was because i thought i liked them. but don’t worry, we always parted after a few dates so there's no way i could have broken their hearts.” you smiled at him softly in assurance, even though you knew the chan you were dating would never use someone's feelings. “well, at least you learnt a lot from those failed dates.” this time he let out a gasp, as though he was hurt by your statement. “are- are you saying that you wouldn’t have dated me back then? i would have loved you like this even back then!” you tapped your chin, pretending to think. “hmmm, depends. were you this cute back then?” “y/n! that’s so pretentious of you!” you laughed, leaning down to press a kiss on his temple. “i was just kidding, chan. i would love you at any point of time.”

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[moonstruckme]

Hi lovely, i hope youre having a good day.

Could i request a poly!maruaders (maybe +lily or bff lily) where reader is either muggleborn or a half-blood and does every day tasks normally (ie. redecorating, dying hair, climbimg to get something up high, looking for something theyve lost, painstakingly repairing something, trying to navigate in the dark). Maybe reader has convinced lily and Remus to help her spring clean and redecorate and they both just automatically go about it a muggle way. And when Sirius and James come to find them later theyre so confused because for them thats always been done with magic.

I have sent a very similar request to someome else before (think its been 2+ months) but i dont think they posted for it. Just in case they do i wanted to let you know. Also no pressure.

Regardless, i love you 🩶

Hi angel! I decided to do this with platonic (or, if you like, pre-relationship) marauders+Lily, and I know you said spring cleaning but my roomie and I just decorated for Halloween and I’ve got that on the brain so I’ve taken more than one liberty haha but I hope you like it <33 Love you too!!

platonic!marauders (+Lily) x reader ♡ 1.1k words

“Do you think this would look alright here?” you ask, stretching your arm as high as you can to pin the middle of the leafy garland to the wall. 

Lily hums contemplatively. “I don’t think that’s quite the middle. A bit to the left?”

You reach leftwards, tottering on your stepping stool, and Remus steadies you with his hands at your waist before you can fall. 

“Here, I’ve got it,” he offers, encouraging you to step down and taking your place. He makes the reach look easy (it’s hardly a reach for him, you suppose), taping the garland in place. “How’s that?” he asks, and you step back beside Lily, assessing. 

“It looks great,” you decide. “Thanks!” 

“‘Course, love.” He grins at you as he steps down, going back to dusting off your mantle. You’re immensely grateful for your friends’ help, the quiet between you companionable as you each work on your tasks, your Rumours record playing softly in the corner. You’d been a bit down about cleaning and decorating your first apartment all by yourself, and Lily had all but invited herself over, offering to keep you company. This morning, she’d shown up with Remus and a bucket full of cleaning supplies, and neither of them would hear your protests about not wanting them to labor for you. Remus had become immediately obsessed with all the dusty surfaces you’ve yet to clean since moving in a week ago, and Lily claims she’s going to make cookies after she’s finished cleaning the oven, so your apartment will smell cozy and homey. 

You’re not sure how you managed to snag such fantastic friends, but just as you’re about to tell them so for the upteenth time since they’ve arrived, your door creaks open. 

“You can’t just leave the front door unlocked,” James says, aghast. “You’re a young girl living on your own, shortcake. Exercise some caution.” 

Sirius breezes by James with a small box in his hands, and you accept the one-armed hug he offers you with faint confusion. Your friends are welcome anytime, but you hadn’t been expecting anyone other than Lily today and you worry the apartment is far from guest-ready. “I usually lock it,” you defend yourself. “It’s just that we’ve been in and out all morning. Anyway, who’s going to murder me with everyone here?” 

“Well, they won’t now that I’m here,” James allows, pecking you on the cheek amicably. “But if you were thinking Lily and Moony could defend you all by themselves, then I’m even more worried about you.” He receives matching exasperated glares from your friends, but ignores them, surveying the apartment. “This is a nice place you’ve got here.” 

“Thanks.” You beam, proud of your little apartment. It had been a bit run-down when you’d first moved in, but the morning’s efforts have really brightened the space. “Did you come by to see it? I’m not sure it’s quite ready for a tour yet, unless you’re alright with dust.”

“A lot,” Remus says wearily, “of dust.” 

“We thought we’d bring you a housewarming gift,” Sirius says, opening the lid of the box to reveal a cake. In cursive frosting, it reads Congratulations, graduate!, but someone’s struck through graduate and scrawled, in messy writing underneath, homeowner. 

You laugh. “Thanks, that’s so sweet! Um, you guys know I’m renting this place, right?”

“We know,” Sirius agrees. “But apparently they only do custom writing if you order, like, way in advance, and we didn’t have enough room to put congratulations on your first big girl apartment ourselves.” 

Remus snorts, but immediately begins sneezing after inhaling some dust from the mantle, and Lily comes over to admire the cake. “I think it’s lovely as it is,” she says, and you hastily agree. You love it, and you love them all the more for it, your sweetheart friends. “Still, Remus and I have been here all morning, so I think our housewarming gift is a bit better.” 

James laughs disbelievingly. “What’s your gift?”

“Cleaning and decorating,” Remus says, having recovered from his fit. “Bit more of a time commitment than a cake.” His voice takes on a slight haughtiness, and Lily smirks. 

“What, all day?” Sirius shakes his head. “That takes ten seconds.” 

“Not the muggle way,” Lily says. 

Sirius’ eyebrows shoot up, and James’ gaze sweeps over the room more intentionally, lingering on the unswept floor, the decorations still in their boxes. “Why in Merlin’s name would you do it the muggle way?” he sounds vaguely horrified. “We could charm this done right now.” 

Sirius nods, sliding his wand from his sleeve as if he intends to do just that, but you clamp a hand around his wrist. “That takes all the fun out of it!” 

“Dollface,” Sirius says slowly, looking at you like you’ve lost it, “how is laboring all morning to accomplish what could be done with a simple spell fun?”

You wave your hands about, gesturing vaguely to the room at large. “I don’t know, it’s about the simple things. You listen to music, and do things the slow way, and you get to choose where your stuff goes instead of letting the spell choose for you.” 

“And,” Lily adds, “it’s satisfying to know that you did it yourself. Like these cookies, which are going to be way better than if I charmed them to bake themselves.” She pauses, glancing at the cake. “By the way, you’re going to have a ton of sweets on your hands, Y/N.” 

“Oh, I was under no impression I’d be eating all this by myself,” you say, somewhat appalled. “Won’t you guys stay and help me with them? I can get us takeaway.” 

Sirius and James help with more than that. Neither of them will touch a broom (frankly, they have trouble wrapping their heads around the idea that some are used for more than flying), but they help you arrange your fake pumpkins on the newly dusted mantle, and bicker over whether they should charm your candles to float like in the great hall or leave them on the coffee table. 

By the time you make good on your offer of ordering takeaway, almost every crevice of your apartment has been cleaned, and it’s smelling like cookies and looking seasonally festive. Remus nips to the store to get a couple bottles of wine for you all, and you and James end up sitting on the floor to eat while Lily declares she’s taking you shopping for more chairs tomorrow. The cake is fantastic, but the company is better, and of all the things you’d wanted to decorate your first apartment with, you think you like filling it with your friends best. 

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