#y’all stop replying that she was after the game

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#hades game #hades #hades 2 #zagreus hades #melinoë #melione #y’all stop replying that she was after the game #I know #i just thought it was funny

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strange love- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: eddie has a date, with someone who isn’t you. you’re less than thrilled about it

Warnings: ANGST, jealousy, unrequited love, eddie being clueless, cursing, mentions of vomiting, me knowing nothing about D&D (i’m sorry but it deserves a warning), eventual best friends!-to-lovers!

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: alright y’all this is the imagine i had talked about a few days ago and as someone who loves these kinds of fics, i’m quite proud of myself. also i apologize for my lack of knowledge about D&D, eddie would definitely be disappointed, but i had a friend read it over and he thinks it makes sense so we’re going with it! i hope you all enjoy :)- sava

part two

“Well hello everybody!” Eddie exclaims, scaring half the Hellfire lunch table with his presence. You hear groans and curses fill the table as Eddie laughs at the reactions he pulled from his friends. You just sit in the seat that’s located on the left of his, laughing at his usual antics, but curiosity begins to strike when you take a look at Eddie.

His face is bright and shiny, his smile stretching from ear to ear as he sits down with his lunch, pulling out some pretzels to munch on. You take in the other details about him, how his hair looks actually kept up and how he doesn’t reek of his usual pot smell, but of…cologne? You had no idea who it was that was sitting next to you, but it sure as hell wasn’t Eddie Munson.

“What’s got you so happy today, Eds?” You ask, nudging him with your elbow. He flashes you a big smile, pretzel bits showing along with his pearly whites. He looks adorable as ever.

“Well I’m glad you asked, sweetheart. I, Eddie Munson, have a date tonight,” he announces. Your heart does a summersault at the nickname, his nickname he always uses on you, before you fully process the second part of his statement, making your breathing stop for a moment. What the fuck?

You didn’t make this fact known, but you were crushing on Eddie…hard. The two of you have been close since your middle school days, having really connected with his band Corroded Coffin playing at the school talent show and approached them afterwards to share your appreciation. It’s been history ever since.

But it wasn’t until your freshman year of high school when you started crushing on Eddie. You had been having a hard time at home due to your parents divorce, and your father winning full custody meant you moved into the same trailer park Eddie and his Uncle Wayne lived in, the two of you growing closer than before now that you only lived a few doors down. You and Eddie would spend most of your nights together anyway, and one particular night your freshman year, you felt these butterflies flutter around in your stomach as your head rested against Eddie’s shoulder watching Sleepaway Camp, your and his favorite movie that you’d watch at least once a month together. Since that day you had kept your feelings hidden from him, not wanting to ruin things between you and your best friend. You thought the pain of not having him in your life at all outweighed the pain of being stuck in love with him, and that was a fight you’d be willing to battle.

“W-what? W-with who?” You ask, trying to cover up your slight stutter with a cough.

“Okay so you remember our latest show at the Hideout? Well with more and more people starting to show up as of recently, we’ve been getting some fans. And this girl, her name is Shirley, gave me her number and I thought ‘What the hell?’ and rang her up yesterday,” he explains to you and everyone at the table, the freshman not being able to help their curious little selves. 

“That’s cool Eds,” you reply back, trying with all your willpower to remain neutral and shove the emotions you were actually feeling down deep inside.

“Yeah. We’re actually hanging out after Hellfire. She even said she might swing by, she’s been curious about the game a little. At least, that’s what she told me,” he tells you, causing you to drop your fork and look at him. He shoots you a weird expression at your reaction.

“Oops, sorry. But uh, I thought you weren’t allowing non-members into the meetings anymore?” You ask, your eyebrow raised.

“That’s true, but, as Dungeon Master, I’ll make an exception this one time. Who knows, maybe she could become an honorary member. She’s really cool, Y/N. You’d get along with her great,” he tells you as he clasps his hand on your shoulder. 

“I seriously doubt it,” you mutter lowly, hoping your close proximity to Eddie didn’t allow him to hear. As if a saving grace occurred, the lunch bell rang and you jolted up from your seat, collecting your trash. You could see Eddie eyeing you from your peripheral. One thing there is about Eddie, he’s observant as hell. You’d usually applaud and commend it, but in cases where you were trying best to hide your feelings, you absolutely hated it. Sometimes you wondered how you were able to get away with him not knowing how you truly felt, but all the more relieved that he didn’t.

“Hey sweetheart? Is everything okay?” He asks you. You quickly turn to him with a slight smile and nod, before rushing towards the trash can that sat behind him.

“Yep, all good. Just gotta go tend to some newspaper stuff. I’ll see you at Hellfire!” Your words moving as fast as your legs as you bid the table goodbye until your meeting tonight, practically sprinting towards the newspaper room, where you’d spill your feelings to one Nancy Wheeler in your secluded gossip corner.

Nancy was one of the only people who knew about your crush on Eddie. The two of you have been super close since you started high school, and even more so with all the shit that’s happened with the Upside Down that started when the two of you were sophomores. Plus, with her brother now joining the Hellfire Club, she asked you to keep an eye on him, especially with everything that’s already happened in Hawkins, but you really didn’t blame her for that.

Stumbling down the hall with your backpack sliding off your shoulders, you open the doors to the newspaper room and see Nancy’s head pop up from her collaborating with Fred. You walk down the stairs calmly while giving her a pleading look, nodding your head towards the corner the two of you have your major discussions at. She gives you a small nod before returning to her conversation with Fred.

You unpack your bag and begin working a bit on the paper while you wait for Nancy. You were trying your best to remain calm, focussing on your breathing so you didn’t get worked up more than you were when you started talking with Nancy. Your mind had a habit of working against you, running a hundred miles a minute coming up with the absolute worst scenario of every situation you encountered. You didn’t need to be thinking doubtfully about your friendship with Eddie, but you physically couldn’t help it.

How could Eddie have a date with someone and not tell you sooner?

The two of you were best friends, he always told you when something great happens to him immediately after, and you do the same with him. Living just a few doors down, you had that luxury of always being near the person when you celebrate your wins, or comfort one another in your losses. So him keeping this from you until the next day? It definitely hurt, in more ways then one, and you didn’t quite understand it. Would you still be upset about it? Absolutely, so that bit didn’t matter much. You just wanted to know why. Why he’s choosing to date someone now, after being single for so long. Why he-

“Hey, I’m here. Sorry, I was working with Fred on the basketball story,” Nancy tells you, pulling you out of your zoned-out state.

“No worries,” you say, your voice residing somewhere distant. You feel a slight kick come from under the desk, prompting you to look down for a second, before bringing your eyes up to see Nancy, who shoots you a look of concern. Nancy too, was very observant, from what you’ve seen over your friendship the past three, nearly four, years. The people you surrounded yourself with the most were some of the most observant people in Hawkins, which was both a blessing and a curse. You sigh, turning slightly closer to her, ready to confess.

“Eddie has a date tonight,” you whisper softly. You watch her jaw open, as shocked as you were. At least, hoping in the same sense that you were, and not in a negative way. You never really knew about Nancy’s stance on Eddie, whether she liked him or not. The way you talk about him all the time you would think she’d be sick of it all, but never stopped you from spilling your secrets out to her.

“No way! With who?” She whisper-yells, scooting closer to you. You watch over her shoulder at Fred and some others looking your way, so you fake working on a spread, signaling Nancy to do the same.

“Some girl that came to their gig at the Hideout on Tuesday. I didn’t see it so it must’ve been when I went to the bathroom,” you continue to tell her while fake focusing on the piece of paper in front of you. Your entire demeanor suddenly became deflated, saying it aloud and hearing it from yourself. All becoming so real.

“That’s crazy. Are you okay, Y/N?”

“No, but what can I do about it? He and I aren’t dating, so I have no room to say who he can or can’t date,” you answer. You peak over at her and see her looking you dead in the eye, to which you couldn’t blame her. Even you didn’t believe what you were saying.

“Yeah, I know. He said she might stop by Hellfire, and, Nance, I have no idea how I’m supposed to get through the meeting tonight if she’s there,” you tell her. She reaches out and squeezes your hand and you give her a tight-lipped smile. 

“Hey, if you think it’ll help, I can pick you up from Hellfire tonight and we can chill at my house for a sleepover. Junk food, distractions…I can even invite Robin and see if she’ll pick up some tapes after her shift at Family Video tonight,” Nancy suggests. You eyes widen in excitement and nod, truly needed a night where you don’t talk or think about Eddie. Just a night with your girls.

“That would honestly be the best, thank you Nance,” you tell her. She flashes a warm smile your way and scoots a bit away from you.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you and Mike up at 9 after I get Robin from her shift, if she’s free. It’ll be fun,” you tells you. You agree and continue working on your spread, excitement flowing through your body at the thought of a fun night ahead, even with the dread buried in the pit of your stomach at the thought seeing Eddie tonight at Hellfire with a woman at his side. A woman that wasn’t you.

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Running down the halls and towards the room behind the theater, you look at your watch and try to pick up the pace. You had lost track of time in your efforts in avoiding Eddie by doodling some drawings in the sketchbook that you kept on you at all times, which in turn made you late to Hellfire, something you never did. But in your defense, you usually had Eddie giving you a ride to and from the meetings. Today was not like the rest. Walking through the threshold of the meeting room, you give yourself a few moments to catch your breath.

“Sorry I’m late, I-“ you began to say, but were interrupted by giggling coming from Eddie’s throne. You see a girl with strappy heels and a short, short dress leaning against it playing with Eddie’s brunette fringey curls. That must be Shirley.

“Oh good, you’re here. We almost started without you,” Dustin exclaims, his goofy smile appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I doubt it,” you tell him, throwing your bag in the seat closest to him and ruffling his hair, him protesting and swatting at you in return. You notice out of the corner of your eye Eddie giving you a confused look, then looking towards your usual seat, which remained empty. It was no secret that you had your own seat in Hellfire, right next to the Dungeon Master himself, but today, you knew it was best to keep your distance. Didn’t want to interfere with his date and all. 

“Alright, now that everyone’s here,” Eddie pauses, giving you a look. You chose to just look at the table in front you to avoid eye contact. “Lets start.”

Dustin is the first to roll the dice, and everyone around watches as the campaign for the week begins. You try your best to pay attention to the game in front of you, but keep getting distracted by the amount of giggling coming from Eddie’s throne, due to himself and Shirley. They were acting like those couples you and Eddie would make fun of in the halls that were practically fucking in the halls of Hawkins High, and you’d always make fake sick sounds as you passed by them. Now that he’s acting those same people right in front of you and the rest of the club, you felt yourself growing sick, for real this time. 

You stood to the side as you watched Shirley climb in Eddie’s lap, draping herself all over him and her lips ghosting over his ears as she whispers little things in his ears, and the reactions he gives to her words make you want to punch a wall. Not in anger, but in jealous. The green eyed monster had awoken inside you, and you felt yourself getting riled up at the thought of them continuing this act throughout the rest of the meeting. The worst part of it all? You knew this isn’t where the night ended for them, and you could only imagine what other kinds of plans they had up their sleeves.

“Y/N, you’re up,” Mike whispers to you, snapping you out of your small jealousy-induced trance. You take the dice from Gareth and shake the dice in your cold hands a few times, before tossing them on the table.

6.

You didn’t have enough health to pull any big moves. No luck to play the hero tonight. You sigh and slump your shoulders as the rest of the group lets out an annoyed groan. You were completely off your game for the night and you knew with how observant the club was, they could tell. But luckily for you, they didn’t press you about any issues you may be having. 

“What’s your move, Lady Y/N?” Eddie asks you, his smug look making your skin crawl. Usually his dramatics during the game always wowed you and you’d join in, but it was hard to take in anything he was saying or doing with the leech that was attached to his hip.

“I…retreat,” you say, taking a step back from the table and Mike is quick to take the dice and roll for himself in order to save the campaign. You walk over to the seat you set your stuff in and take the sketchbook out you’d been busy with before the meeting and begin to draw.

“Do you know where the closest bathroom is, rockstar?” you hear Shirley ask. You mentally groan.

“Sure thing. Y/N, can you show her where it is?” Eddie asks, turning to you. You place your sketchbook back in your bag and stand from your chair. Flashing Eddie a fake smile, you nod and begin to walk towards the door, the sound of Shirley’s heels clicking behind you filling your ears.

The halls are quiet as you make your way to the bathroom around the corner. 

“So you and Eddie, you’re best friends right?” Shirley asks you as you continue your journey to the bathroom.

“Yep, since middle school,” you answer.

“Oh that’s cool! I’m gonna be honest, I was a little worried when Eddie told me he had a girl best friend. I always think guy girl friendships are weird and don’t last. They usually always end up dating in the end or ending the friendship because one likes the other, and the other doesn’t feel the same way. At least, that’s how I see them,” she rambles. You slowly nod and point out the bathroom, her thanking you and doing a fake little run inside.

Pressing your back against the wall outside the bathroom, you can’t help but think on the words she said, the thoughts of you and Eddie ending your friendship lingering and seeping into every fiber of your body. It’s the exact reason you kept your feelings deep down and hidden, but would that work out in the end? Are you putting yourself through the pain and heartache for nothing?

The bathroom doors opens once more and she comes out.

“Thanks for waiting for me. I’m really excited to hangout with Eddie after your club ends,” she tells you. 

“What exactly do you two have planned?” You ask, your curiosity getting the best of you. Part of you didn’t want to know, but your brain was screaming at you to find out.

“Nothing special. We’re gonna go back to his place and hangout, maybe smoke some. He also mentioned something about watching a movie…Sleepaway Camp? Have you heard of it?”

You froze.

Did she really just say that?

She stops and turns to you, giving you a look of concern. You felt the world around you starting to spin, the feelings from everything starting to come up.

“I-um, I’m sorry, but I-I’m not feeling too great right now. The theater’s in there, but I’m gonna go outside and get some air. C-Can you tell someone to bring my stuff out to me when everything ends?” You ask, your voice shaking as you lean against the wall for support. She gives you a nod and scurries inside the theater, leaving you to bolt out the doors of the school and towards the parking lot. 

You bent over and held onto the railing by the stairs that spilled out into the parking lot, convincing yourself you needed to wretch. The feelings clouding your brain were mixed, swirling together in a nasty mixture that you weren’t sure how you’d describe to Nancy and Robin. The feels of hate and sadness blurring the lines and becoming one as you stood outside, wishing you had your jacket to protect your from the harmful feelings and the cool March temperature. 

Sitting on the stairs with no luck on spewing your guts out, you let out a sigh and hug yourself in a pathetic attempt to warm up a bit. Your body grew cold rather easily, something that was always an issue, but the solution, or rather the two, were inside. You kept your jacket on you at all times, even despite the temperature being hot, because you never know when you might need it. In the event you forgot your jacket, Eddie would either lend you one of his, or just wrap himself around you, rubbing your arms with his big ring-clad hands to get you in a good place. You always welcomed that comfort. It felt nice being so close to him, even if he may not feel the same.

Your pity party is interrupted by a car pulling into the lot and parking right by the stairs. As the window rolls down, you see Robin pop her head out in a cheerful manner, but soon her features soften when she takes in your sour expression and sad body language. 

“What happened?” Nancy asks from the driver seat. You rise to your feet with a sigh and walk over to the car, leaning inside through the window.

“More like what didn’t happen,” you respond, shaking your head and shrugging. 

“Did that girl show up? Nancy filled me in on everything when she picked me up, so I have a ton of movie choices for tonight,” Robin rambles.

“Yeah she showed up. And they were being gross and lovey-dovey all night. Made me want to puke,” you explain. You feel Robin’s hand touch yours in an attempt to comfort you, to which you place your other hand on top of hers and give it a pat.

“And what prompted you to be out here instead of inside?” Nancy asks. 

“Well first off-“ you begin, but hear laughter coming from behind you as the school doors open. You turn and see everyone laughing and walking together, the meeting drawing to an end for the week and you let out a soft sigh. Everyone goes in different directions, with Jeff, Gareth, and Dustin going off in one direction, Eddie and Shirley going towards their van, and Lucas and Mike coming towards you guys. Mike nor Lucas had your bag in their hands, which made you worried that you’d have to go all weekend without your supplies and homework.

“Wait, Y/N, where’s your stuff?” Robin asks. You shrug your shoulders and turn to the side, Eddie standing by Nancy’s car. You see his unreadable demeanor comes closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours as he holds out your bag to you. Taking it, you sling it over your shoulder and slide over as he kept walking closer to the window you once hung out of.

“Wheeler, you might if I borrow Y/N for a sec before you take off?” He asks. You watch Nancy nod and Eddie leads you over away from her car, out of ear shot of both Nancy and that crew, and Shirley, who’s waiting at Eddie’s van. You both just look at each other for a moment, you not really knowing what to say.

“Thanks for grabbing my-“

“What’d I do?” He asks you, his voice sounding neutral. You look towards the ground and swing back and forth on your feet for a moment, trying to think of a reasonable excuse for your behavior today.

“Nothing,” you reply, your eyes glued to the ground.

“You can’t even look at me, Y/N,” he says, looking down to try and catch your eyes. You let out a huff and look back up at him, trying to get this conversation over with, which was something you never wished with Eddie.

“There’s nothing wrong, okay? I promise,” you tell him. Now it was his turn to huff, added with a kick to the ground. You could see that you’re irritating him, and if you were him, you’d be irritated as well. But today was not your day, you just needed time away from him and try to bury the feelings you had towards him even further down. Take the weekend and recoup. Not to mention, his date was merely a hundred feet away and waiting for him to go back to your place and watch a movie together. Your guys’ movie.

“Y/N, please, I know you better than anyone. Can you please ju-“

“Eds! Are we going soon?” Shirley yelled from the van.

Ouch.

She just used your signature nickname for him.

What else did they plan on taking from you today?

“Soon sweetheart, I promise,” Eddie yelled back.

Double ouch.

Now he was using your signature nickname.

“You know what Eddie, just go, she’s waiting on you. Have fun watching Sleepaway Camp,” you tell him. Shit, why’d you just say that.

Your mind was starting to think before your mouth, the feelings that have been brewing the entire day bubbling to the surface and taking over the part of your brain that had rational thinking. That green-eyed monster was started to show her true colors. You turn on your heel and begin to take off towards Nancy’s car, when you feel Eddie grasp your wrist, stopping you.

“Wait, Y/N, how’d you know we were watching Sleepaway Camp? Did she tell you that?” He asks. You sigh and shift towards him.

“Yeah, we talked in the hall. But it’s not big deal Eddie, just go,” you say, not understanding why he was so determined to make things right between the two of you right now? Yeah, the two of you hated leaving things in a bad place, but you never pressed him about anything he was super upset about or just didn’t feel like talking about, and usually he was the same with you. Maybe today was not destined to be in the cards for you after all.

“You’re jealous,” he says matter-of-factly. You scoff and cross your arms, trying to add another layer of defense between you and your fragile heart that was about to break loose with all these feelings. You were starting to lose your resolve, and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to hold yourself together.

“I am not jealous!”

“You are totally jealous! Jealous that I’m spending time with someone, a girl, who isn’t you. Don’t worry, Y/N, you aren’t being replaced, I’ll always make time for you,” he tells you, thinking he’s helped, when really, it only hurt more. Like he thought he’d have to pencil you into his life.

“It’s not that Eds-“ you begin to say, but his laugh cuts you off.

“Then what is it then? You mad you don’t have a ride? Or-or-or upset that we’re watching Sleepaway Camp?” he pesters you. You could feel yourself getting really worked up and uncomfortable, wanting to just jet off to Nancy’s car and ride far away from this conversation.

“Oh wait, do you like me or something Is that it? Do you have a big ol’ crush on me?” He asks mockingly, making you freeze. “Just tell me what’s wrong Y/N, please.”

You hesitate.

Fuck.

You. Fucking. Hesitate.

“N-no, I don’t have a crush on you,” you say, brushing it off with a weak laugh. You see Eddie himself freeze, looking at you with a deadpan expression. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Wait, Y/N…you have a crush on me?” he asks. That was definitely an understatement. You swallow down a breath that wasn’t able to escape, your body beginning to shake in fear.

You see the way his entire demeanor changed when he realized. The dramatics you so desperately loved stopped all together, replacing it with a scared look. Scared that it’s true and he had to let you down? Scared that he didn’t feel the same way? Scared it was you, of all people? That familiar feeling of wanting to throw your guts up began to boil in the pit of your stomach, your chest tightening as you continued to stare Eddie down like a dear caught in headlights, the silence booming throughout the parking lot. You couldn’t handle this, not tonight. You’ve already had the shittiest day possible, you need to escape before you lose your best friend forever.

You take off in the opposite direction, towards Nancy’s car as you hear Eddie calling after you. The tears were brimming your eyelids, desperate to fall and let every emotion you’ve been bottling up all day to come out in a flood. You open the car door and hop inside, practically shoving Mike in the middle.

“Drive Nance,” you say, shooting them a pleading look.

“Wait, Y/N, what happened?” Robin asks.

“Nancy, can you please drive away, now,” your voice raising as you plead. Nancy responds by changing the gear and stomping her foot on the gas pedal, making your escape out of the parking lot and away from Eddie Munson, who you can see still standing in the empty lot watching you leave. You let out a shaky breath as you turn and face out the window, hot tears rolling down your cheeks and sobs racking your body as you all make the journey to the Wheeler’s house.

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Party Games

Summary: You want it bad.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

A/N: This wasn’t the kink y’all picked, but here we are. It’s two am. 🥴 Hope you enjoy! You can read this as a companion piece to That Face.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Reader is owning her sexuality. This is about a nal s ex and it’s enjoyment. Allusions to past acts and partners. A teeny bit of angst, but mostly pwp. Bucky has turned reader out but he’s sprung. Drinking, bathroom s ex, mirror s ex, rough s ex, (but Bucky’s so sweet), oral s ex (f receiving), a nal, praise/degradation kink, allusion to group s ex if you squint. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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You were having fun at game night. Until the bottle pointed Bucky’s way.

Then the fun turned into need.

“Choose anyone here to do anything with.”

“That’s easy,” Nat laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“No. I’ll give James a pass. He can go with anyone he’d like.”

You were confident of your man.

Bucky’s face lit up.

“Really Doll?”

You hesitated. You didn’t like the way he jumped at that chance. Curse your mouth that ran ahead of your brain when you were tipsy.

You fixed your face as Steve smirked at you two and took a swig of his beer.

“Really James. Live your fantasy.”

Your voice was less confident now.

You held your smile as Bucky grinned and rubbed his hands together, looking around his circle of friends.

He could choose any one of these beautiful people. You'd heard tales of how wild it got with them being in the field before you got together, and even of him and Steve, years ago.

‘Adolescent exploration,’ Bucky had called it.

You lowered your head and braced yourself as you felt him stand up. You didn’t want to see who he chose. You listened, on alert, to the sound of his shoes as he went toward the bedroom door. He stopped, presumably to make his choice.

“Get that ass in here, y/n.”

You gasped and looked behind you to see that Bucky was grinning at you. Everyone started laughing when you got up and skipped toward him.

Bucky pulled you through the bedroom to the bathroom, making sure to close both doors for extra privacy. He chuckled at you.

“How could you even think I’d choose someone else, Doll. You know you’re my one and only.”

You nodded and allowed him to pull you into his arms.

“I know. You know how I get when I drink. I get loose. Create scenarios.”

You shrugged as you smiled up at Bucky, causing his heart to skip a beat.

“You’ve had three beers, Doll. I was counting.”

“You were watching me?”

You angled your neck back as Bucky started licking your pulse point. It was a done deal that you were gonna let him fuck you in your en suite with your friends in the other room.

The question was how.

“Like a hawk, Doll. Was gonna suggest you stop after three. Need you to be sober enough to let me in. You’re a tight fit.”

Bucky’s hand was palming your cunt over your jeans and you ground yourself into the warm metal.

“It’s because you’re so big, James.”

You smirked at him.

“But how much tighter is my ass tho?”

Bucky stopped, pulled back and looked at you, eyes blazing and jaw clenching.

“Fuck. Doll. You want me to fuck ypu like that? Right now?”

Bucky licked his lips, exactly like you imagined the big bad wolf would before he tore you apart.

You whined in anticipation, your core flooding with slick. You whispered your reply to him.

“Yes, Bucky. Please. I- I’ve been thinking about the last time since the last time and I- I need it.”

You reached for him and started unbuckling his belt, a fiend.

Bucky closed his eyes as you went inside his pants and started to stroke him. He was thinking about how you wanted him to fuck you and the way it had you stuttering.

“Please, James. Pretty please?”

When he opened his eyes again, you licked your lips and pouted. How could you be begging for something so filthy yet be so adorable?

His dream girl.

Bucky panted while you handled him, your hand barely closing around his stiff, aching cock.

“Doll…I…��

You watched Bucky’s eyes dilate as he opened his mouth to breathe and you continued to stroke him. The way that you were licking your lips and looking him in the eye made Bucky realize that he was the one that taught you to be bold.

“I’m such a fucking slut for this cock. Want it in my ass, Daddy.”

“Jesus.”

You had Bucky shook. And he admired the monster he’d made.

“Yes, James. Make me your fuck doll. You know what you’ve done to me.”

And it was true.

Bucky Barnes had ruined you.

Turned you out.

Reduced you to a dripping, quivering, distracted mess whenever you thought about it.

You wanted him to do that sweet, dark, feral thing all the time.

All the time.

Something about being impaled on his pretty, hard, huge cock, stretched to your limits, feeling pleasure that was just on the razor's edge of pain and pleasure that had you hooked.

Oh, and when Bucky led you over that edge into that intense pleasure …

God.. you were addicted to it.

That first time, he was gentle, oh so gentle. And, as he promised, he’d made it feel oh so good.

Bucky teased you, pleased you, coaxed you, ate you, stretched you, lubed you, then eased into you so slowly and sweetly that you were on cloud nine the entire time.

And you’d cum harder than you ever had before.

Then Bucky took care of you with a hot bath, food, water, and rest.

The more you did the deed, the more wanton you were for it. You moved, arched, grabbed, and begged for it.

Tonight, the added bonus of people a few feet away had you heated, glowing hot.

And Bucky was like a moth to a flame.

He took you by the waist and brought his mouth to yours, making you open for him in this way first, wanting the tenderness on your lips at the moment. He backed you up to the sink, and left you breathless as he drew away, opening the medicine cabinet.

You were looking down at Bucky’s cock playing peekaboo in your hand as he searched behind you. You looked up when he suddenly exclaimed.

“Ah HA!”

Bucky brought a brand new bottle of lube around in front of you and your heart started beating double time.

Setting the lube down on the counter, Bucky reached for the button on your jeans, sliding your zipper down. His thick, metal index finger traced the slit in your panties, divining your wetness.

“How long were you thinking about this today? Hmmmmm?”

Bucky looked down on you possessively, demanding an account of your intimate thoughts. He took in the lust on your face and reveled in the fact that you really wanted this. His mouth descended toward yours before you had a chance to answer.

Bucky loved making love to you, fucking you, taking you apart and putting you back together. But this kind of connection was the most intimate to him.

It was not just because it felt amazing being inside your delicate, snug walls, but because this uncharted territory yielded just for him. Bucky was not into virginity as a concept, but damn, knowing that he’d made you into this brazen, begging goddess, that you’d let him into a place so sacred to you rendered him a slave to your pleasure, which he could tell was intense.

Bucky turned you around so that you faced the mirror and he pulled up your tank top, exposing your breasts to the bright bathroom light.

“You wore this with no bra on purpose, didn’t you?”

Bucky just stared at your chest instead of touching like you wanted him to, expecting an answer as he pressed his black-jeaned bulge against your ass.

“Yes, James.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he lowered his lips to your neck while his hands came up and played with your nipples, slowly and tenderly circling your areolas. You arched into his hands; you wanted it rough.

The sound you made when he started pulling was everything.

“Eyes open. Watch what I do to you.”

You watched Bucky watch your face and your open mouthed breathing.

When your eyes connected he said, “Good girl.”

You turned your head and kissed him before he grabbed your open jeans and pulled them down your body, kneeling behind you as he took them off.

Bucky sat back on his haunches and looked at you, running his hands up and down your thighs, grabbing your ass and admiring your anatomy.

“So gotdamn beautiful, Doll.”

You shivered as he started kissing your legs, and soon, but not soon enough, licking into your heat.

Bucky’s moans as he participated in his fine dining was enough to make you cum, or maybe it was the anticipation.

It didn’t matter, because by the time he stood up and told you to, “Bend over, Doll,” your knees were already weak.

You watched Bucky tear the plastic off the bottle of lube with his teeth, plucking your own nipples now.

“You ready?”

It was a purely rhetorical question as you moaned in response.

Bucky watched in awe as the cool lube dripped onto your ass and you arched to meet it. A thick metal middle finger quickly warmed both the liquid and you. You let him fuck you there digitally until you begged for him.

“Need you James…please!”

Bucky grunted, reaching around for your clit again.

“Give me one more, Doll.”

His human hand was magic as he worked you from both front and back. Once he had what he wanted, he pulled back to take off his pants and looked down at his prize.

“Shirt too, please.”

He couldn’t deny your look in the mirror; Bucky loved how you loved his body completely.

Finally, he was teasing your tight hole with his cock, sparking electricity and rivulets of slick in your core. You could tell he was holding back because his jaw was clenched and his movements were tentative.

When you bent down and pushed back onto him was when his eyes rolled and you saw his head hang back on his shoulders.

“Holy mother of…. Damn, Doll.”

Soon his eyes were back on yours in the mirror as you fucked yourself back on him.

“Remember when I had to beg you to fuck this sweet ass, Doll?”

Bucky looked down at his thick cock breaching your tight hole. Then he pulled you upright and flush against him for control, one hand around your neck and the other in your cunt as he pounded inside your tightness.

Bucky searched your glazed expression in the mirror, your head lolled back against his flesh shoulder as you rode his cock and his metal hand. Three of his warm, vibrating metal fingers were deep inside your cunt as he slowly fucked your puckered hole.

“Now you beg me.”

“Hmmm. Ummm hmmmm.”

You nodded, mouth open for air as you let the pleasure take over you.

“You really are all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yesss Jamesssss…Ohhhhh yesss.”

The third orgasm while he was buried in you made Bucky wild, and he started pumping in earnest, keenly tuned into your sounds for any sign of discomfort. All you felt was his thick dick pulling and dragging inside the most sensitive parts of you.

And pure rapture.

“I can take it. Give it please!”

At that point Bucky had to stop, and pulled your head up as he whispered in your ear. You could feel his huge cock pumping in time with his heartbeat inside you.

“My beautiful complete cock slut. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

They way he bared his teeth as he snarled it in your ear caused you to spasm again as he fully wrecked you now, pumping voluminous amounts of cum inside you.

“Holy fuck!”

Bucky bit down on your shoulder as you laughed, still impaled on his softening cock. You curled your legs up as he carried you over to the shower and turned it on, him finally releasing you to kiss you thoroughly against the shower wall.

“We’re being rude to our guests, Bucky.”

“Wanna invite them to join us?”

You smirked as you turned around and Bucky started washing your back.

“I draw the line at those party games.”

“Me too,” Bucky smirked, “you’re all mine, Doll.”

“Now let me clean you up…”

And Bucky’s hand was between your legs…

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[satoruhour]

requesting jealous racer gojo with this scene!! https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSN8XvT2Y/ DK as gojo; From afar, Gojo caught his girlfriend chatting with a new racer and the new guy have no idea that the reader is gojo's girl 🥹🥹🥹🥹

a/n: REEEAAALLLLL! find the au masterlist here. loser daisuke makes a return !!!!

warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, assault (against daisuke) — uh dont do this in real life guys !!!!!!, mentions of ejaculation, public teasing & makeout

it was no secret gojo was a naturally possessive man — always glaring at anyone who even took a glimpse of you in your miniskirts or needing to have an arm around your waist whenever you conversed with another racer; whoever you chatted with also knew not to cross too many lines.

what gojo liked the most, though, was always having you run into his arms after every successful win, swooping into your arms and looking at whatever man who’s staring at your ass and then kissing you right on your mouth. the sour scowl on their faces are his favourite part.

so when you’re looking over the condition of your boyfriend’s friends’ cars — geto’s Mazda and nanami’s ’68 Dodge Charger — and checking that their engines could cool down in time for the next race, you’re pleasantly surprised when a man comes up to you without knowing the repercussions he’s about to receive, looking interestedly at the heavy duty metal you’re handling.

“you know you wouldn’t have that heating problem with a V8.” he smugly explains, leaning against the hood of your boyfriend’s car that you have half a mind to ask him to get off — you know how pissed he could get when random people lean on it — but you think you’d see how far this guy would go just for a piece of your ass (plus, your boyfriend loved you too much to put any ounce of blame on you). you’re no stranger to the weirdos around these parts, getting unwarranted slaps on your butt and caresses along your waist that inch too close to your chest, and all they get in return is one sweet, clean punch to their face.

“don’t need to bruise your pretty knuckles for these degenerates, baby.” gojo kisses your temple after knocking a guy unconscious, returning your sick grin right after you dig your heel into their face. “that’s my girl!”

you’re far from the police chief’s daughter after all those years, amusing the man just for a bit with a cute tilt of your head and a pop of your hips. you roll your eyes when you see how he licks his lips, eyes flicking down to your too short skirt.

“all you men care about is who’s got the biggest and better engines,” you click your tongue. even with your half-assed attitude, he takes it as a sign to advance, following you like a lost dog after you monitor nanami’s LS3, which was significantly cooler than geto’s 13B-REW. you take out your flip phone to shoot a text to the race coordinator.

nanamis car gud 2 go 1st. engines cooldown is faster than getos

but all he thinks is that it’s a green light that you wanted his number — he was probably patting himself on the back, didn’t even need any effort to woo you!

all gojo does is look at the ruckus from half a mile away, not listening to a word shoko was saying about her car; not even the cigarette smoke blowed into his face did anything, well, except for make him cough a little. shoko sports a little grin when she follows his line of sight.

“who’s the loser?” gojo asks, pushing off of her car and eyeing how you’d handle the situation. he knew you could hold your own perfectly fine, but with each stupid face the man makes, he’s driven to walk up to help you.

“some douche named wakashita daisuke, heard of him?” shoko replies boredly, tsks when her friend shakes his head, “fucked him for some parts. mediocre dick game.”

gojo scoffs, “not surprised.”

“y’all race with these lame engines, then?” daisuke seemingly had embarrassed himself with reaching out for your phone, seeing as you pocket it right after sending the text, but that doesn’t stop the man one bit. he continues to ramble about the pros of a V8 long after you’ve removed the hood struts from under the two cars. popping the hood to gojo’s car and you successfully shut him up when he sees the RB26DETT engine. albeit, only for five seconds before he starts spouting stupid crap again.

out of the corner of your eyes, you can see a head of white approaching and you hope the corners of your lips don’t give away the fact that he’s about to earn himself a beating. the feel of satoru’s arms around your waist infiltrate your senses first, and then his voice.

“you feelin’ lucky today?” he asks uninterestedly from your shoulder and your hands naturally hold onto his arms. you can feel him fiddling with your belt, and you’re almost 100% he’s pushing his pelvis into yours.

“the girl or the car?” daisuke smirks and you want nothing but to curb-stomp his annoying fucking face. gojo is close to doing it though, but you’re holding him back with a squeeze to his hand; all he replies with is a kiss to your neck, and he thinks this guy must have balls of steel or he’s just insanely dumb because the piercing blue stare satoru gives doesn’t faze him one bit.

“you—”

“baby, leave it.” you whisper, removing his hands from your waist gently and walking over to daisuke with calculated, slow steps. the interaction garners a lot of eyes especially for someone with enough guts to flirt with the gojo satoru’s girl, but you do something unexpected, tracing a finger up his chest and pull at his t-shirt, yanking him right down to your boyfriend’s engine and you nod towards it.

“tell me about it.”

daisuke thinks he’s scored and he leans over the Skyline with both elbows and you follow, sticking your ass out. gojo’s used to this sight and it never gets old, but the smile on his face turns into a glower once the other tries to take a glance as well. you notice it, too.

“engine. i wanna know allll ’bout it . .” you give him a sweet smile and daisuke looks like he could come on the spot — a premature ejaculation for an idiot like him — and he shoots off into a passionate ramble. all of which was wrong, by the way, but you let him have his fun before you’re straightening up and—

plop!

you remove the hood strut and the hood of the Nissan Skyline closes right on his back and there’s a pained scream from under his hood and gojo just laughs out loud. you hear a few other laughs from your spectators, too.

“that’s my baby.” gojo sashays up to you with a smirk, pushing you against the not so flat hood of his car, where it’s moving from daisuke’s flailing body. he’s not too concerned about the damage if he continues to press you onto the uneven parts; he’s got money, no big deal.

like usual, gojo isn’t shy about affection and he goes right for your lips, curling both arms around your waist while one hand gets distracted and squeezes your ass. you’re only able to fit your upper back along the hood as you bend back, moaning exaggeratedly for daisuke to hear.

“hmm . . it’s a little too high, don’t you think, ’toru?” gojo only caresses your hips in response, slotting his thigh between your legs and now it’s going into dangerous territory. you let out a soft whine.

“yep, definitely too high.”

with one swift movement of your heel, you knee daisuke and he falls, both of you jerking down lower on the hood — the edge of the car is probably digging into daisuke’s back by now, but it’s nothing a little money can’t fix.

“sooo much better,” gojo grins, hovering over your body now as his words ignite flames along your lips and the deep kiss leaves you dizzy. he swallows your sounds easily, but he knows when to quell his needs — after satoru’s race is when you’ll be treated for being such a brave girl, not that you need any reason in the first place.

at the end of the day, you’ll forever be satoru’s lucky charm and the only one in his eyes.

#anon #asks #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x you #jjk drabbles #jjk thirsts #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #satoru gojo x you

[happeehippie]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his girlfriend evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

part one. part two. part three.

breezyevie

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breezyevie: shout out to the sweet lady who sent us these cookies to start the new season! we are so excited to have j with us this year! #uno

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user: let’s go UNO

joeyb_9: put some respect on him

> breezyevie: they’re about to find out.

user: chosen 1

user: uno finna go crazy!

> breezyevie: i see no lies.

lahjay10_: let’s work

> breezyevie: work work work work work work

user: why is no one talking about the cookies?

> breezyevie: they were so good.

user: get ready to be destroyed this season.

joeyb_9

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joey_9: “If you die without any scars then you never did anything worth fighting for.”

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user: marry me

> breezyevie: @joeyb_9 me first. 🥺

user: tiger king

breezyevie: it’s joe time baby!

user: ain’t that the truth

user: this your year joey b!

lahjay10_: no pain no gain

> breezyevie: wise words yoda

breezyevie

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breezyevie: in honor of the new season starting this sundey! it’s who dey forever.

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user: this our queen!

user: drop the link

> breezyevie: on my story!

user: long hair joe need to make a comeback pending your approval

> breezyevie: i approve!

user: ev over everyone!

user: time for joe to get injured

> breezyevie: time for you to be a decent human being.

joeyb_9: you’re the best

> breezyevie: my heart. 🤍

breezyevie

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breezyevie: Let’s do this shit. #whodey

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user: i feel like your personality is too dominant for clean boy joe

> breezyevie: i feel like you don’t know us

user: i am so excited for game day content! i love you!

> breezyevie: it’s coming!!

user: sis donate the jacket!

> breezyevie: but.. i love it.

user: sorry sis he’s cheating on you

> breezyevie: in your dreams?

> millyg: can’t you be more original? it’s always the cheating trope.

user: that’s her MAN!

> breezyevie: FOR LIFE

user: delete this, lmao.

> breezyevie: awe, this bothers you huh?

user: can you fight?

> breezyevie: i’m prepared. 💪🏼

user: i’m confused.. are you his gf? your page looks like a fan page.

> breezyevie: people can’t fan girl their own boyfriends? yikes, this is embarrassing for me.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Andddddddddd I’m back

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lahjay10_: back like you never left

> breezyevie: cant wait to watch y’all run it back

user: in joe we trust

> breezyevie: always and forever.

user: you’re girlfriend is so average, you could do better.

> breezyevie: ouch. my fragile ego. 💔

user: ur the mvp

user: i love how ev is always in joes comments replying to everyone. she’s my favorite person ever.

> breezyevie: stop it, you’re my favorite person ever!

user: overrated af

> breezyevie: i think you mean hot af. because dayum. 🥵

user: THE JOE SHOW

breezyevie: the goat reporting for duty?

> joeyb_9: dork 🤣

bengals: He’s back!

BONUS:

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breezyevie: i love you.. and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

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user: omg! i just seen joes post!

user: i’m so happy i could cry!

millyg: my best friend.. you deserve this love.

user: not joe posting you for this after not posting you for like 4 years

joeyb_9: life with you is my favorite.

> breezyevie: please never change.

user: get that ring!

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: vibes are pretty.

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user: joe please i can’t handle this i have exams to study for

user: there is no fucking way he just dropped this bomb

user: the most basic caption ever

> user: yall cant ever just be satisfied. obviously its not a problem for them, let them enjoy this.

user: respectfully, this ruined my day.

user: I AM SO EXCITED

user: ev finally becoming that NFL wifey!

breezyevie: i will be smiling and giggling uncontrollably for the foreseeable future. i love you jb. 4ever.

#bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram #joe burrow x reader #nfl #nfl imagine

[saintslewis]

“𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐓”

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

˖ ࣪⭑ pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ summary: didn’t lewis say he’s a professional dancer? let’s test it out!

˖ ࣪⭑ warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions (the norm), links to posts, typos

˖ ࣪⭑ wc: 4.7k

˖ ࣪⭑ saint’s team radio!: hi babies….SORRY Y’ALL LMAO. i clearly skipped the 10 day mark but that’s okay! that’s why i made it longer for y’all to enjoy! I hope you enjoy and once again, tags are down below and let me know if you want to be tagged! and pls do click on the links to see the visuals, it’s important! (you can do it after)

pls like, comment and reblog!

renaissance:the series masterlist • previous chapter

general masterlist

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The FaceTime ring chimed as Nadia adjusted her phone on the dashboard of her car, her cradled body in the driver's seat as she sniffled and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"Yo. What's-" Lewis made sure to look at his phone correctly to see the sight before him. "Nads? Are you okay? Where are you?" Lewis asked, slowing the car down a bit.

"I'm in the school parking lot with some pastries next to me." She sniffed again before continuing. "Like I don't know if I can even go in there after our posts because those kids are ruthless and also these pastries are so good and this car is giving me so much stress and you're so pretty and i can't get raye tickets and this wig didn't wanna lay this morning and jeez, it's just so much and i'm just a girl." Nadia rambled as she hid her face in her hands, not even looking at her phone.

"Sorry to call you so early but I had no one else to call so I just decided to call my husband. Do you wanna see the pastries? This girl gave them to me for free in the bakery." She spoke, tucking her hair behind her ear and grabbing the pink box to show Lewis, not missing how big his smile was.

"What?"

"Nads, do you wanna talk about it? There's a lot to unpack." He asked, his face holding a smug expression as he watched her place the box down and give him a look.

"No thanks, we can keep everything in the bag. Anyways, I'm the only one in the parking lot and I've got a class in 25 minutes but I don't wanna see my colleagues." She said, looking out of her window to see if anyone was lurking around. "Where you headed?" She snapped her attention back to him.

"Brackley. Got a meeting with the team for upgrades." He said, eventually speeding up the car and she nodded. "Okay don't go quiet on me. Have you checked your socials yet?" Lewis asked the girl. "Nope, I muted the app after Rihanna called me sexy." She replied with a big smile on her face, making him jokingly roll his eyes. "I'm assuming you did the same?" She asked and it was his turn to nod.

"So just to make you aware, I'm free on Wednesday after 12 so if your friends are available maybe we can meet them then?" Nadia suggested, packing her stuff up as she sat properly in the car seat. "Uh I'm sure they'll be cool with that. We can have a thing at my place, like a game night or something. Also why are you leaving work early that day?" He asked, stopping at a red light and put all his attention on her.

"School's are closing for like two weeks." She answered.

"Well then, have you ever been to Miami?"

"No..." she gave him a side eye as he continued to drive, the engine roaring.

"Well, we're going there next week for the Grand Prix so do you want to go? Then afterwards we leave for Malibu."

"But what if I wanted to watch Love Island during that weekend?" She muttered, making the man giggle.

"You can watch Love Island in Miami." He smiled, seeing her jokingly roll her eyes. "Fine. But wait, who do I need to speak to for like flight tickets and race stuff?" She mentioned.

"Tia'll have everything ready." He assured her, kind of surprised at how willingly she agreed to his proposal, something he had been nervously thinking about the whole morning.

"Alright then, pookie bear. Talk later, I have to face those ruthless critics i call my kids." She picked up her phone and did a little pose, to which Lewis didn't hesitate to take a Facetime photo of. They both waved at each other cutely before hanging up.

"You're the flyest babe on the planet, you can do this." Nadia hyped herself as she gathered her things and got out of her car.

The hallways were empty, the silence gnawing at her as she glanced through some doors to see students either sleeping on their desks or actually focused on what the teacher was saying.

Continuously taking deep breaths as she got closer and closer to her designated classroom, she could hear her Year 12 students talking about whatever gossip was going around the school. Goosebumps slightly covered her skin as she held her arm out to touch the door handle, her conscience screaming at her to turn around and drive home just to stress about this very situation.

Eventually gaining the confidence, she opened the door and it was as if the world stood still. All her students turned around to look at their frightened yet fashionable teacher slowly walk to her desk as she tried her hardest to not make any eye contact with their smug faces.

Placing her things down onto her little shelf next to her organised desk, she flipped her hair a little and walked to the front of her desk, leaning her whole body weight against it.

"Now before you lot start with your questions, just know I wasn't ready to be out there yet and truly, I wanted to tell you guys a while ago but now was a good time for the..launch." She announced and watched as her students continued to smirk at her, her heartbeat rising as the silence grew more and more.

"Can we see the ring?" A student, Daniela, asked loudly as she walked closer to her teacher. The minute Nadia extended her shaky hand out, they all came flocking to get a closer look at the diamond ring.

Eventually settling the class down with the fear that the Headmaster could just pop in, everyone was seated as Nadia was racking her brain on how she could sell this marriage to teenagers who could definitely see right through her.

"So how did you two meet then? You mentioned that you were from Stevenage like a while back." Vicky, the class leader, asked sitting in the front row and maintained eye contact with Nadia the whole time.

"Well it was our parents actually. They're all really close but Lewis and I never built that bond for all these years. It took a dinner invite from his parents for us to really fancy each other. We properly met the year I started teaching here." Nadia was cheesing, proud of the story she came up with that was half-true.

She could tell that their gears were turning in their heads, making comments to each other as if they were judges on a panel. Nadia hadn't expected the silence that would follow after each of her answers but it was quite unsettling.

"Since you said you weren't seeing anybody and you weren't the least bit interested in Formula one, how'd you end up with thee Sir Lewis Hamilton?" One of her male students asked from the back, Nathan. "I'm still very clueless about that sport and that's why I wanted you guys to teach me today. Can I count on you guys to help?" Nadia asked, pulling her chair closer to her desk as she clasped her hands together to look around her classroom to capture all the excited faces.

"James, where's the slideshow?!" "Ha! Give me my money." "We used to pray for times like this!" "Wait till Miss hears about brocedes!"

Those were amongst the shouts from her students, reminding her that she couldn't leave them alone even if she wanted.

Interrupting her train of thought as her students scrambled around the classroom, her phone buzzed with two notifications following each other. Opening her phone and heading for iMessages, she audibly gasped when she saw what Lewis had just sent her.

"What are you blushing at, Miss?" A kid pointed out, Nadia not even realising she was smiling quite hard at her phone.

"Do you want to teach me about F1 or should we go back to the French Revolution?" She sassed, making the class groan as they all somewhat surrounded a desk and whiteboard for her F1 lesson.

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WEDNESDAY.

Holding the tub of cookies close to her, she thought back to the previous days and what her students informed her about the sport. As much as she can admit that she had forgotten most things they told her, a few thoughts lingered in her mind throughout the days, her emotions were on all time high for the man she married. Not wanting to come to one sided conclusions, Nadia decided to address these issues with Lewis when the time was right.

It doesn't help that she, once again, went down a rabbit hole of Lewis to see what his fans were like and how they thought of him from their perspective.

A knock from her front door snapping her out of her head, standing to open it up. Lewis stood there dressed ever so casually with a graphic tee and shorts paired with high top Jordans. Nadia would never say it out loud but seeing him wearing a cap, be it in a picture or right in front of her, brought slight butterflies to her stomach.

"The person who handles security downstairs is really looking out for you. Also, hello Nads." He smiled as he brought his hands forward to show a pink box with croissants inside, Nadia's heart melting, he remembered that she said she likes this specific bakery when they first met.

"Lewis, you didn't have to. Thank you." She said patting him on his exposed arm, wanting to keep her hand there for a little longer. "Hello to you too. Why do you say that about the guards?" She asked, taking the box of pastries from his hand and cradling it close to her, walking into her small kitchen to place them next to the flowers from the weekend.

"Well, when I drove in, he warned me about all the people who came to the entrance overnight. Apparently, they would go from building to building looking...for you." He said, slowly closing the front door as he walked into her home.

The goosebumps were very evident, her tattoos eerily coming to life with fear. "O-oh. Tia did warn me about this, just never expected this so early on." Nadia nervously smiled, the multiple locks on her door not enough to make her feel safe. "Hey hey, it's okay. I know this is overwhelming. Would you be more comfortable with a few of my security guys to be around until you make your moving decisions?" He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. Seeing how scared she was and how she seemed to be overthinking it, he desperately wanted to change the subject.

Choosing to not answer verbally, she nodded and gave the man a small smile as she lifted herself off her kitchen counter. "Let's get the negatives out," Nadia sighed out. "Let me get my shoes and phone then we can get to your place in time. You can wait on the couch for now." She turned around, looking straight  ahead as she headed for her bedroom.

Taking the invitation, Lewis made his way to the comfortable looking grey couch. Beneath his feet sat a custom carpet in the shape of the infamous Murakami flower logo, a small smile etched on his face. The living room filled with all types of scented candles and incense sticks, two plants on either side of the tv stand. A full length mirror hung on the wall right in between the kitchen and living room, the arch of it filled with star stickers. A few vinyls were plastered onto the wall behind him with something written underneath each one and a custom piece of art sat in between the black discs, a painted picture of two people hugging with matching NY caps on. The little signature at the bottom spelling out 'Rea' and tiny initials signing 'R + N'.

Oh, the guilt sunk in quite quickly in those few moments as he observed a small part of her home. That's exactly what it was to Nadia, her home. Purely hers. Everything in his sight clearly held a special significance to the woman and because of his situations, he was taking that away from her. Her 'best teacher' pillows sat neatly on the couch, definitely gifted to her by her students that she loved. The picture frames and polaroids sat nicely on the side table, Nadia's smile wide and bright as she had stood with family and posed wildly with her friends.

His scandalous decisions had roped in a woman who looked like she had finally found her own way in life and he was taking that away from her. Everything she had worked for would be reduced to just being known as his wife. The thought making him cringe as he could picture the headlines.

Nadia fixed her shoelaces quickly as she found Lewis sitting on her couch staring at nothing, his arm sat high on the edge of the couch. "Lew? Are you okay?" The woman's soft voice went into his ear, his head turning to see her ready to go. The Barcelona jersey untucked, her jean shorts displaying the very few tattoos she had on her legs and the gold anklet contrasting with the stark white appearance of her Air forces.

"I know we're about to leave but do you mind if we talk a bit?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the couch and clasping his hands together. "What? You about to divorce me already?" Nadia joked but seeing him give the smallest smile only for it to fade away slightly scared her. Going to sit next to him, she sat one of her pillows over her lap and leaned on her elbows to hear what he had to say.

"Are you truly sure about this marriage? I feel like everything's just hitting you all at once and I feel bad. It feels as if I'm taking away your independence all because of stupid things people have said about me. I looked around and you already made a life for yourself and I don't want to do anything to hurt you." Lewis confessed, hands constantly fidgeting with the rings he had on. He was so sure that he would see her agree with him but seeing her downward smile surprised him.

"We already signed the papers, Lew, and it's going to sting you like a bee if we even think of letting this go. From my perspective, we're two people who are building a friendship who just happen to be married. I still am anxious about leaving my life behind but one thing I won't allow for myself is to be deduced to be someone's wife, no offence." She stated, seeing him nod.

Breathing in a little before continuing, she sat a bit comfortably on the couch facing him. "This is a very weird situation, one that not a lot of people go through but we're learning and that's the cool part. You and I have lived incredibly different lives and there's a reason why our lives are intertwining so much. I just ask for some time to figure out how to live in the limelight, right now I'm grateful for the journey. Except for the ysl heels, those bitches are uncomfortable." Nadia laughed a little, ending her sentence with a joke. He giggled along, his eyes crinkling with the left eye closing a bit more than the other. It was such an adorable sight to see.

"I appericiate the honesty, Nads. It's something that's been on my mind for quite some time and to hear you voice it out lifts some weight off my shoulders." Lewis chuckled, the sight of her smile was one he wanted to keep in his mind forever.

"Glad I could help, pookie bear. Tell me, do your friends like cookies? I made a bunch yesterday because I was stress baking." She asked, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. The nickname clearly sticking to him but he didn't mind, it was special.

"It would be weird if they did not like cookies. They smell good too." He complimented, unconsciously jingling the car keys in his hands. "Thank you, also made them vegan friendly." Nadia smiled, picking up the plastic tub and headed for the front door. Lewis couldn't control his eyes as they fell to her retreating figure, little peaks of more tattoos showed under the hems of her shorts. Taking a breath in, he walked towards her as she fiddled with her keys with the front door open.

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"Oh my god, Tia sent a list of people she picked out for my team." Nadia gasped, tugging on the red seatbelt of the Range Rover a bit while going through her texts with Tia to see random faces with all their details laid on text.

"Really? That was fast." He said, one hand on the steering wheel with the other resting on his leg. He turned into an avenue, the car's engine roaring through the quiet street as they passed by homes that were hidden behind large gates and trees.

The pair spent the whole 35 minute journey just jamming out to their scarily similar music taste and getting a few snacks for the game night that'll be held, Nadia not realising that she's actually becoming famous because multiple people recognised her and asked for pictures. Once she got back into the SUV, she laughed about the situation until tears came out.

"They all look around my age or a bit younger, oh this is some scary shit." She joked as she looked through everyone's photos, to which Tia then said that Nadia will meet everyone in Miami before Lewis' media duties.

"And when are you meeting them?" Lewis asked, slowing the car down and turning into a driveway before stopping in front of the large gate. "Miami" She muttered. Pressing a button somewhere, the gates opened to quite the driveway with the motor court right in front of the large modern home. The beat of the song completely changed as the house came into view, Nadia taken aback at the visuals in front of her and she completely understood why the trees were hiding such a masterpiece behind them.

In the motor court, there stood a black Mercedes Benz amg gle coupe and an arctic grey Porsche 992 Turbo S outside of the garage looking fresh out the dealership. "My God..." Nadia muttered as she covered her mouth at everything she was seeing. Lewis definitely loved seeing Nadia astonished and excited at everything he's shown her so far.

Parking the Range Rover next to the Porsche, the two got out of the car and grabbed their belongings along with the snacks they bought earlier. "Is anyone else here yet?" She asked, only carrying her tub of cookies whilst Lewis carried everything else.

"Nope, just us. Was thinking of showing you around the house, just to get used to it." He smiled and slightly giggled at the side eye she gave him. "Now now, pookie bear. I still have to decide. But let's put the stuff inside." She smiled at him and watched as he opened the door with his fingerprint.

The moment she entered the massive house, her breath was taken away by the beauty of the foyer alone.

"So which floor do you wanna start with?" He asked, leading her into the living area, the kitchen space looking like it came out straight from the magazine. Looking to her left, she looked at the abnormally large garden with so many chill spots and what looked to be a tennis court.

"And this is all yours?" Nadia was stunned to say the least. The amount of luxury surrounding her was staggering and she wanted to hide within herself, scared to even comment until Lewis answered her question.

"Well, it's ours now that we signed on the dotted line."

And it's safe to say that the cookies surprisingly weren't dropped onto the floor.

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Walking outside the home to marvel at the creation before her, Lewis followed right behind and watched her take it all in. "Are you able to take one more surprise? I think the closet did it for you." He grinned. His hands were behind his back as always and she looked back at him with a smile.

"You've done so much for me already, Lew. What could possibly top the Harrods trip." She asked, hands on hips while slightly joking. His smile grew even more as the butterflies in his stomach reacted to the nickname.

"How about a car? Would that be better than Harrods?" He asked, mischievously putting his finger on his chin as if he's thinking. Nadia's eyes widened for the upteenth time, her hands flying to cover her mouth.

"Are you fucking with me right now? Lewis, I swear if you're joking, I'm going to kick you in the ass." She exclaimed as the man held out different keys in his hand, the smile never leaving his face.

"Lewis whatever your middle name is Hamilton, are you serious? I'm going to fucking cry, oh my god." Nadia's voice was already quivering but she refused for her tears to fall.

"Wait no don't, you said that they would ruin your lashes." Lewis genuinely wanted to laugh at her reaction but he felt so happy that he could do this for her and hopefully get her used to it.

"First it was the Raye tickets then the croissants then an entire car? Not to mention the new shit I got. Oh this is gonna be so fun." Finally uncovering her mouth, they both smiled at each other then laughed. "Let's go look at it, Nads, before everyone gets here." He suggested and like lightning, the girl was already standing next to the car and was eagerly waiting for it to open.

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"My God, Lewis! You didn't tell me she was so beautiful. Like crazy beautiful." Currently, Nadia was being cradled in the arms of one of Lewis' closest friends, Amara.

Standing in the entryway of the house, everyone exchanged greetings and hugs as the friend group hadn't seen each other in a long time. Moments before, the pair watched as cars rolled in the motor way as each of his friends climbed out of their cars hyped as ever, carrying different things in their hands.

" 'Mara, if i could kindly have Nads back, I can finally introduce you guys." Lewis jokingly rolled his eyes at his friend who didn't want to let go but eventually did.

"Guys, this is Nadia. Nads, this is my crew. We've got Miles," He pointed at the tall man with the brightest smile she's ever seen. "Amara, who's cradled you just now," The woman waved to Nads who definitely returned the energy.

"Charlotte, who threatened to sue if she didn't meet you," Lewis then pointed to the woman standing next to Amara, she was as stunning as ever. "Daniel or 'Spinz' if you will." Another man smiled at her, tilting his cap like a cowboy. "Andrew, and right next to him is Natalia." He ended off by pointing at the two right next to Daniel.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm Nadia as you know." She shyly greeted back, never the one to introduce herself as much. Everyone spoke at the time, patching the words together to say that they're delighted to meet her.

"Uh, we've got snacks in the kitchen and the games are set up in the living room already." Nadia suggested as she pointed behind her, not even realising that Lewis' arm was around her shoulders the whole time.

"Oh please lead the way." Natalia piped up as walked over to hold Nadia's hand and walk to the kitchen, the rest of the woman following suit and immediately started complimenting the woman.

Deciding that they would tell their friend groups the truth about their marriage, Nadia and Lewis happily agreed to their plan and it most definitely seemed to work.

"God damn, your parents chose good, man. The Barcelona jersey and she's just a teacher? Can your parents hook me up because damn." Daniel spoke up, shocked at Nadia's appearance knowing that his friend barely explained how she looks.

"And don't even get me started on the tattoos, Spinz. I'll call my dad for you though!" Lewis laughed as he walked away, the rest of his mates laughing, walking towards the living area.

An hour into the game night, Nadia and Lewis had won both boards games, celebrating as if their favourite team won the league. The atmosphere was light, conversations flowing as music played in the background, well that was until 'Love Is Wicked' by Brick and Lace started playing and that's when the nostalgia hit.

It was as if everyone lost their minds, immediately clearing the space to dance. Somehow, Lewis and Nadia found sunglasses and started dancing together. Amara being the friend who films everything, filmed the two having the time of their lives. Lewis trying to copy her dance moves whilst they both sung incoherent lyrics to the song, laughter spreading while the songs played out loud.

The song switched to 'Work' by Rihanna and the girls went crazy. Moving the party to the outside porch for fresh air and more space, the well light outside lights lit quite well. The girls were moving the hips to the beat, shaking ass nah chance they get. Nadia being the dancer here, just wowed the girls even more, hyping her up so much that the boys included themselves in the dance and they eventually created an unforgettable night hanging out and laughing until the moon rose.

"So, how was it?" Lewis asked, laying next to Nadia on a blanket on the grass. The rest of the crew were laying on the other blankets across the large backyard, resting after an intense game of hide n seek. "I haven't had this much fun in quite a while. It felt nice to feel like kids, just having a good time. Once again, thank you. For this, the Porsche that i still can't believe is mine, even the ring that I stare at all day." Nadia expressed, lifting her hand to look at the ring once more.

"If you need or want anything, don't hesitate to let me know and I'm very serious, Nadia." Lewis said, turning his head to see her staring up at the night sky.

"You're bluffing." She scoffed until she turned to see his face, a raised eyebrow as he stared at her. "Anything?" She asked.

"Anything." He scrunched his nose a little, the diamond studs glistening under the moonlight.

"New wig? With a new bracelet?" She turned her entire body to face him, leaning her head in her hand.

"Done." He smiled. "Although that was severely underwhelming, bruv." He said, turning on his back once.

The two shared a loud laugh afterwards, their laughs travelling to the moon that watch over them.

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aran fucking yn's shit up after he saw her purposely flirting with other guys😜

aran so mf fine yall like ughhhh😩😩

you had told this man over and over again that you did not want to be at this damn party. aran has been practicing nonstop and when he’s not practicing he’s playing in his matches so you wanted to take this night to spend time with your man, but of course he wasn’t having that. “ma we just beat our rivals, we gotta go” he said as he brushed his waves in the mirror. his muscular tattooed back facing you as he stood in just his sweatpants. you were in the bed, his t shirt covering most of your body as you sat on your knees staring at him. “pa i want us t’stay here tonightttt. let’s watch movies and have sex” you whined, making aran chuckle in the mirror before turning around and approaching you. his happy trail in your face as he held your head up by your chin. “we can watch movies and have sex another night mama. tonight we going to celebrate the win.”

now you were here, perched on your boyfriends lap as he talked about the highlights of the game with his teammates. “they was getting mad when me and aran kept scoring off of our serves” atsumu said, aran, osamu, and suna chuckling as they thought back to the game. “yea i saw them arguing in the middle of the court. looked like they was damn near ready to fight” aran said, his big hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he spoke. you doubt that he knew it, but he was making you incredible horny. his freshly faded hair along with his tight black shirt and grey sweats. his black cat jordan’s tapping on the floor as he spoke. his muscular brown arms with tattoos dancing along the skin and his big strong hands playing with the fat of your thighs. he was driving you nuts. you slowly leaned your head down to his ear, your tone sweat and low as you caressed the nape of his neck. “daddy i wanna fuck” you whispered.

all aran gave as a reply was a quick “later ma” before continuing on with his conversation. anger rushed through your veins as you quickly got up and walked away. “what’s wrong wit her?” atsumu mumbled as he watched you storm off deeper into the party. aran just rolled his eyes. “don’t worry bout it bro. she just in one of her moods” as aran continued on being a dickhead, you made your way to the kitchen for a couple drinks. “if ima be here all night i might as well” you mumbled as you poured yourself a hefty cup of what looked like pink whitney. you were halfway done with your cup when you realized you left your phone with aran. “fuck” you said as you began your journey over to him. however, you were stopped in your tracks as you witnessed a group of girls in his and his friend’s faces. atsumu was already making his way upstairs with two as well as osamu with another two while the other four were of course in your man’s face.

“we love watching you play, you’re so talented aran really!” one girl said, her group of friends nodding along to what she was saying, giggling as aran gave her a kind smile from his seat on the couch. “preciate it. glad y’all liked the show” you didn’t even care about the phone anymore. all you thought about was revenge as you went right to the dining room. some if his teammates were there playing pong so you knew it was the perfect place to get aran’s attention. “can i play?” you asked, your sweet voice catching the attention of almost every man in the room. “f’course y’can pretty. you on my team” a guy said. he was cute, tall, lightskin with curly hair. typical fuckboy, but you didn’t care. ‘must be on the football team’ you thought as you noticed the school logo they all got tattooed on his upper arm. you smiled as you approached him, telling him your name before the two of you approached the table.

of course aran’s teammates snitched on you. they were loyal to your boyfriend. plus, you needed them to tell anyways so you can carry out with your revenge. after you, and who you came to know as malik, won another game you raised your hands in the air, purposely bouncing your breasts in “excitement” before giving him a big hug. his muscular body making it hard for you to even wrap your arms around him fully. as the two of you released each other, you felt malik lightly tap your shoulder. “you wanna go upstairs” he whispered. your pretty face making him weak for you as he practically begged you to go with him with his eyes. you were going to shoot him down gently, but your words were cut off by the sound of a deep voice behind you. “nah she good, we boutta leave anyways” aran said, leaving no room for complaint as he took your arm and walked you out of the party.

“got me fucked up” he mumbled as he opened the passenger door for you to get in the car. you slowly sat down, waiting for him to get to his side before you opened your mouth to speak. without looking at you aran spoke instead. “don’t say nun. just take what i give you at the house” his words brought a smirk to your face as aran started his car and began driving the both of you home. the ride was silent and so was the walk into your bedroom. the only sounds coming from either of you were small clanks and clothes shuffling as you changed into one of his t shirts. “take that off” aran mumbled, eyes trained on you as he pointed at the black fabric covering your body. “why? i always wear your shirts to bed” you whined, earning you a stern look as aran made his way towards you. “you not going to bed”

before you could reply, the shirt was snatched off of you. aran pushed you down on the bed before slowly getting on his knees. “if you cum before i say, ima spank you” he mumbled before immediately getting to work. your back arched off the bed at the sudden action. the wetness of his tongue bringing a cool feeling to your clit as he payed close attention to your entrance. he fucked with with his wet mussel, aran’s long tongue giving you the most pleasure you’ve had in days as you kept your legs wide open for him. you moved your hands towards his hair, but they were pulled back down and held on your stomach by one of his hands. aran quickly got back to eating, this time focusing on your clit while breaching your entrance with two thick fingers.

he sucked on your clit delicately before flicking his tongue all around it. “fuck a-aran it feels so good” he replied with a “mhm”, the vibrations of his deep voice making your pussy flutter around his fingers. he knew you weren’t going to last much longer, so to punish you he worked harder. aran’s fingers moved deeper into you as he tongue kissed your clit. his wet tongue swirling all over the bud as he continued humming into your pussy. “shit….wait daddy m’finna….oh my god arannn” your orgasm hit you hard. your legs shaking rapidly as your release shot out of you and all over aran’s face. he stood up, dick fighting against the cotton of his sweats as aran walked towards his dresser.

too in a daze to understand what was going on, you mindlessly let him turn you on your stomach when he came back. ass high in the air as you instantly arched your back as deep as you could. “so needy” he mumbled before taking both of your hands and putting them behind your back. aran attached the fur handcuffs to your wrists before rubbing his big hands all over your ass. occasionally spreading you to get a good look at your awaiting pussy. “you like t’get me mad baby?” you figured now would be the best time to answer truthfully, the yearning for another orgasm clouding your brain as you quickly replied with the truth. “mhm….wanted you t’fuck me” a smile graced aran’s features as he listened to you snitch on yourself. you were such a slut for his dick you had no problem telling him all your sins in hopes that he’ll fuck you.

“so you flirting wit other niggas just so daddy could fuck this pretty pussy?” you replied with a quick “mhm” earning you a hard slap to your ass. aran would usually start of lighter and build up to harder slaps, but tonight he had no patience for it. a loud whine rang through the room as you wiggled your ass at the contact. the flesh already heating up from the force of his hand. he spanked you two more times, each so hard that you knew you’d have a big handprint there in the morning. “that’s not nice mama. if i say no, you supposed to be a good girl and respect that. not go out and be a brat so you could get what you want” you felt no remorse from his words and he could tell by the way your pussy began to leak as he spoke. you were just ready to get fucked. “m’sorry daddy” you said in a sultry tone, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you repeatedly clenched your pussy. aran smirked at the action, giving you another three hard slaps to each of your cheeks.

the volume of your whines increased as you grew restless from the lack of attention to your aching core. “daddy please fuck me. m’so wet please please please” there’s was nothing in this world aran wanted more than to fuck you silly right now. his dick was so hard his precum leaked through his boxers and sweatpants, a small wet patch pointed towards your pussy as if his dick were chasing you. “you gon be good f’me-” “yess! yes i’ll be so good f’you papa” you yelled into your pillow as you wiggled your ass in anticipation. aran slowly freed his dick from his sweats, his tip almost red from how neglected he’s left himself. his precum had the whole top half of him wet at he lined it up with your awaiting pussy. aran knew he shouldn’t be fucking you right now. he should be stroking himself to his release while keeping you face down in the pillow with nothing so you could learn to stop playing with him, but he was so weak for you sometimes it made him sick.

he sunk into you fully, giving you no time to adjust as he began hungrily pounding you into the mattress. he was just as pent up and horny as you right now and all he couldn’t think of was his release. “fuck fuck fuckk…ma you so damn wet” he groaned, his dick twitching repeatedly as he felt your wet walls clench around him. “daddy i love you so much….wont do it again shittt” aran knew you were lying through your teeth, but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. fucking you with so much vigor your headboard began to slam into the wall. “s’my pussy right mama? say it f’me” the cuffs around your wrists clanked together repeatedly as you tried your best not to reach for him. he was just fucking you so good you needed something to grab. aran noticed this and once again, spoiled you by holding both of your hands in his. he began hitting you deeper, his dick hitting your g spot as you screamed out your response. “yesss fuckkk. this your pussy daddy please m’gonna cummm”

the constant stimulation to your g spot made your legs shake as your orgasm began to rush out of you. clear liquid flying everywhere, wetting aran’s six pack and some of his chest while the rest of it soaked the bed under you. the sight made him weak in the knees as he felt his dick twitch for the final time inside of you before he came as well. “shit ma” he moaned as he spilled his seed deep into you, heavy hand giving you light slaps on the ass while aran moaned about how much he loved you. before you knew it the both of you hit the bed, passed out in pure bliss.

aran was first to wake up, slowly removing the cuffs from your wrist and throwing them somewhere in the room before pulling your body onto his chest. you stirred awake, lifting your head a little to give him a kiss before laying back down his chest. “m’sorry for flirting with another guy. i really won’t do it again” you whispered but aran heard you. giving you a kiss on the forehead while rubbing his hand up and down your back. “s’okay ma, we can talk about it inna mornin” and gave him a quiet “kay” before kissing his chest and letting sleep take the both of you again.

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⚝Blue Lock Boys being jealous over you⚝

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How they act when someone it hitting on you!

Word count:1.8k

Warning: Swearing, mentions of sexual interactions and feminine descriptions 

Featuring : Bachira, Kunigami, Chigiri, Isagi, Sae, Nagi and Reo 

Genre : fluff, Jealousy 

Notes: more of a short story/HC. If you ever want more characters feel free to ask !

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Yoichi Isagi

He was probably walking towards you from behind with the food he bought for the both of you and notice a guy he didn’t recognise trying to ask for you number. When he realised what was happening, jealousy quickly built up in him. 

He didn’t want you to see him this way so he stood behind you and DEATH GLARED the shit out of the other guy until he got really uncomfortable. 

You obviously told the stranger than you have a boyfriend so the guy put 1+1 together that Yoichi who looked like death itself was your boyfriend and quickly ran away. 

Once the guy left Isagi revealed himself from behind you and gave you your drink with a grin, trying to hide the fact that he was right behind you the whole time witnessing the conversation. 

Of course you being oblivious to it, you explained to him what just happened even though he already knew. He grabbed your hand and brought it close to his face before giving your hand a quick kiss on your knuckles before replying to you “ well too bad to that guy, you’re already taken” <3

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 Meguru Bachira

Although feeling a bit jealous and possessive he would let his ego get in the way a little and make it into a game or just straight out embarrass you to get the other guy uncomfortable-_-. 

He would say stuff like “ oh? You want y/n? Sorry~ she is taken. You can have a look at the marks on my back or neck she left on me last night? She’s really good at-“ he got pushed away by you from embarrassment of him mentioning the festivities from the night before… 

but he quickly wraps his arms around you before turning back to the guy and stating “ so back off. She’s mine” 

You both walk away before smacking his arm “ Megggg, you didn’t have to mention all of that! I was just about to tell him I was taken you know?” You said still flustered at what just happened. “ yeah I know but I like showing you off to people who wish to be me you know? Plus I love telling people that you’re my girl<3” 

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Hyoma Chigiri

Chigiri would be a little jealous but not as bad as the others , He would have been coming to pick you up from the store when he saw you getting hit on and CLEARLY looking uncomfortable, just trying to ignore the guy.

He hated the smug look the stranger had on his face while trying to talk to you, because of that he didn’t felt jealous at all, more so irritated at the thought of the guy even thinking he had a chance.  

Stepping out of the car, Chigiri walks up towards you till he’s able to put his arm around your shoulder before kissing you on the head. 

Chigiri would then just look at the guy with a DISGUSTED glare and would not stop until the guy walks away. 

He wouldn’t even have to say anything he would just stare… when the guy FINALLY left he would go up to you and just pull your face into a deep kiss.

After the man nearly SUCKS THE SOUL OUTTA YOU he would grin at you puzzled and flustered face before saying “ I’m yours and you’re mine, no one would ever be able to change that my love. Especially not that ugly guy” 

(power couple fr, y’all don’t even say anything to the guy. Y’all’s faces were enough to scare him away) 

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Rin Itoshi

Would be a mix of Chigiri and Isagi tbh. Rin isn’t jealous per say he is more disgusted/angry at the thought of another guy trying to win you over

He would be walking towards your normal meeting spot when he noticed you were there with an unfamiliar face. Immediately displeased at the sight he listens in and realised the stranger was asking for your number. 

Becoming even more agitated at him trying  to get your number by  cornering you into the wall he quickly grabs the back of the guys collar and flings him away (obviously because he’s strong as shit) 

When the guy turns around to see  why he was flinged away from you, he’s met with the dark presence of RIN ITOSHI. Rin then glares at him before saying  through gritted teeth “ Piss. Off. People like you who are lukewarm disgust me, She’s with me”. 

Immediately realising that he fucked with the wrong person (because of course Rin would be very popular in town both for his looks, soccer skills and his mean demeanour) the stranger quickly runs away.

Rin would then turn to you “ Are you okay?”. He would make sure you’re okay and that the guy didn’t touch or hurt you before speaking again  “Stop associating with people who are lukewarm. No one can have what is mine. Got it?” Then taking your hand and walking to your favourite shop<3

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Sae Itoshi

Like Bachira, he would turn it into a game of course. He isn’t the least bit jealous cause he knows that you’re loyal to him however he would 100% but the other guy in his place. 

Sae would see you getting hit on by a stranger and immediately walk over towards you. Sae spins you around to look at him instead of the other guy and he would hold your chin before saying “ Hello sweetheart, who’s this lump of shit talking to you? Should I get rid of him, Hm” Sae would proceed to look him up and down  while you explain to him that the stinger was asking for you number. 

Sae then responds by saying whilst looking into your eyes with a huge grin on his face “ so love the man wants your number huh?…  are you gonna give it to him?” You obviously shake your head no saying “ Sorry I’m already in a relationship with Sae..” 

Sae then smirks before going towards the guy who is obviously scared out of his mind for trying to get THE SAE ITOSHI’S partner 

“You heard the lady, She’s mine and no small minded lukewarm piece of shit like you is gonna take her away. We clear?” Sae says in a low voice with the clear venom in his words, showing off his dark demeanour similar to his younger brother (just with a lot more words lol). 

After the guy literally runs with his tail between his legs he turns to you to make sure you’re okay before grabbing your hand to walk back to the car. “ to think that guy thought he had a chance with you is astonishing. I would never let anyone as lukewarm as him to get between us” <3

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Seishiro Nagi

I feel Nagi wouldn’t notice it at first until it was blatantly obvious (or if someone straight out tells him that someone else is flirting with you) he would be more so annoyed that someone was taking your attention away rather than jealousy. He would also just scare the guy cause mans is BIG

“ Y/nnnnnn what are you doing?… lets go.. we are gonna be late to the release of (video game title)” Nagi grumbles while walking towards you, not realising the other person there

“Sorry my love ill be just a second okay?” You say before turning towards the stranger who had the AUDACITY to ask for your number “yeah sorry I really don’t want to give out my number, I already have a boyfriend” you say before pointing at the literal titan that is standing behind you.

Nagi glares at the stranger and he is JUST NOW realising what is happening then puts his arm around you shoulder then clicks his tongue before saying “how bothersome… y/n is my partner, so can you get lost? We have places to be you know…”

He then grabs your hand, spins you around so you’re facing him and gives it a quick kiss on your knuckles before walks away before the stranger could even say anything.

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Kunigami Rensuke

Kunigami would be a lot nicer than everyone else ( unless after the wildcard then he would be like Rin or Chigiri) He also wouldn’t be the type to be jealous unless the guy was making like MADDD advances towards you, He’s more so protective <3. 

In this case he wouldn’t have noticed what was happening HAHAH. He walked up to you and the stranger and quickly put his hands around your waist, He’d quickly introduce himself as your man but then realise the guy looked shocked when he mentioned that. 

Kunigami then realised after you explained to him that the stranger is hitting on you and trying to get your number so he says “well its nice and all that you have the guts to ask for someones number but I’m afraid y/n is with me so if you can refrain from hitting on her id appreciate that buddy” 

then he’d grab your chin to make you look at him and gave you a deep kiss while low-key glaring at the guy till he got uncomfortable and walked away, He then smirked and continue to give you a long and heart-warming kiss  just to remind you that he would protect you and love you forever and no guy could compete with  that <3

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Mikage Reo

Mans has some jealousy ISSUES FR. When he notices what’s going on Reo would step in-between you and the guy, glare at him and say “ you’re a ballsy guy aren’t you? Trying to hit on them? Well you see I have an issue with that one since they’re with me. So hands and eyes off buddy or we are gonna have a serious problem.” 

Once he finished speaking he’s in the mans face ready to punch his square in the eyes. But was quickly pulled away by you since you didn’t want to cause any problems at your boyfriends fathers company party.

“ You don’t have to do that you know? I’m not going anywhere Reo” you hold his face to look at you and not at the guy who was probably shitting his pants from pissing off the CEOS son .

“ Maybe I should get you a necklace or something that has my name on its so people can take their eyes and hands off what’s mine.. you’re my love and I would never want to lose you to any of these low lives” He will then grin at you, before quickly going on his phone to order you that necklace

If getting you a necklace with his name or jersey number on it, is what it takes to tell people that you’re in a relationship then he would gladly do it for you in a heart beat, because to him you’re all that matters to him<3

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[neoyuno]

Watching ♡ J.WW (M)

After a night of confessions, your heart breaks but you still find yourself thinking about him on a lonely night, just to catch him watching you touch yourself to the though of him. ; or, wonwoo comes home to see you moaning his name while you play with ur toys ifywim ♥︎

Pairing | Roommate!Wonwoo ♡ Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Roommates to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Angst (reader misunderstood wonwoo + wonwoo misinterpreted reader’s feelings.), Smut — big dick!woo, peeping woo, mutual masturbation (kinda), oral, fingering, riding, lots of kissing, dom-ish!both, dirty talk!!!, unprotected sex (mentions of bc), petnames (sweet, pretty, honey, love, beautiful, baby).

Word Count | 5.6k

Reading time | 28 mins

Notes: usage of curse words, afab fem reader, mingyu is annoying (in a cute way) and both wonu’s and reader’s best friend!

Was playing truth or dare (or drink) a good idea? No, but you were far from sober. Your roommate’s friends (aka, your friends) had crashed over with snacks, wine, and beer, your friends, who were already hanging with you, decided to play along and join their little “party”.

You sat between Mingyu and your roommate and long-time friend, Wonwoo. On the table, before you laid an empty wine bottle, used to spin and get a little insight on whoever it landed on. As Soonyoung spun the bottle, you prayed it didn’t land on you, the last thing you wanted was a bunch of people knowing about your sexual encounters or weird dating history—especially when the bunch of people was your crazy friends.

Of course, fate was not on your side, as the shiny gold bottle cap stopped right in front of you.

“Oh yeah!” Soonyoung said and smiled, “You’ve been awfully quiet, ____, we finally got you.” He said smugly.

“Just get it over with, what do y’all want to know?” You sighed and rolled your eyes as the people in front of you smirked.

“Is there someone in this room that you’d like to fuck?” Hoshi stared at you with a mischievous smile, his eyes quickly glancing at the man next to you, who waited patiently for your response.

Your lips pursed as you thought about answering or drinking. Your fingers reached for the soju bottle in the middle before everyone started whining and complaining.

“Oh come on! Don’t be a party pooper!” Vernon threw a cushion at you—hitting Wonwoo instead of you. “Oh shoot, sorry…” the older man only shook his head and smiled softly and your eyes couldn’t help but linger on his pretty lips.

“Hey, are we playing a drinking game, or are y’all jumping me?” You deadpanned and Mingyu pushed you softly as if to tell you to just answer.

Groaning, you put the soju bottle back on the floor and ran a hand through your hair before answering.

“Yes.” You replied nonchalantly and the room erupted in hollers and screams of predictions of who it might be.

“Ooh, Who?” Hoshi asked, squinting his eyes at you, that annoying smirk still plastered on his face.

“One question per round. Sorry, buddy!” You taunted.

“Boo! Party pooper!” Now it was Seungkwan’s turn to throw a cushion in your direction, hitting your face softly.

“I bet it’s me,” Mingyu said playfully, scoffing proudly, making everyone laugh—except Wonwoo, who only smiled and looked down at his crossed legs.

“In your dreams, Kim.”

“It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” He winked and you grabbed the cushion Vernon had thrown to hit Mingyu’s back, making him laugh and yelp at the fact that you hit hard. “Damn, is this your foreplay? Are you a dom, ____?”

The smirk on his face and the wiggle of his eyebrows caused your eyes to roll and your hand to reach over his shoulders and around to shut his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, Mingyu.” You scowled at him but still leaned to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I told y’all she wants me.” You merely rolled your eyes for the millionth time and laughed softly, hands gripping his arm as you snuggled closer to him. Why must such an annoying person be so warm and cuddly?

The alcohol started hitting your system as you felt your eyes drooping, helping you miss how Wonwoo’s smile disappeared and a tint of jealousy painted his face as he saw you snuggle Mingyu. But how could he blame you? Mingyu was an absolute sweetheart and he couldn’t deny he was handsome. Setting his own feelings aside, he decided to tell himself how cute you would look together.

“Okay, next round!” Joy chimed in after the laughter had died down a bit. Her fingers reached to spin the bottle, and the glass object swirled 3 times before landing on the owner of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. “Wonwoo!”

“Hmm…” the older man hummed and smiled, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol he had consumed all night.

“A little birdie told me you rejected her 'cause you’re in love with someone, is that true?” Your heart couldn’t help but falter at the sound of Joy’s statement.

“I didn’t say that.” Wonwoo recalls the conversation he had with Aera earlier in the week. She had confessed to him and expected him to return her feelings even though they had never interacted formally before. She had stormed off when he told her he was seeing someone, which was a lie. He just didn’t know how to react.

“That was not the question, Wonu.” Jeonghan interfered, “are you in love with someone, yes or no?”

“Ugh, fine. Yes, I am.” He replied and while everyone went crazy and teased him, your heart broke into a billion pieces.

But what could you expect? He was your friend and knowing his character, he probably has some dumb rule about not dating friends. Just like you, he missed the way your face fell before you snuggled closer to Mingyu.

All he saw was Mingyu’s arm around you, bringing your sleepy body closer to his.

Wonwoo ended up going to sleep early, no one thought anything of it since the man was usually sleepy all the time. So he just said good night and left with your hurting heart in his hands without even knowing.

The next couple of days were spent normally, or at least you tried to. You tried your best to see Wonwoo without feeling your heart clench, it worked for the most part, but it was at night when you couldn’t help but think about his words.

Eventually, you decided to just stop thinking about it all at once, Mingyu telling you that you were probably misunderstanding Wonwoo and that maybe the girl he was talking about was you.

“Oh please, Mingyu. As if…” you hit his chest and he merely laughed.

“You are both stupid, I swear you are both crazy about each other and can’t see it. But I can!” He said, plopping on your bed.

“Not even and get off my bed. You just came from playing basketball with Wonwoo and you are sweaty.”

A couple of nights after your conversation with Mingyu, you laid in bed, trying to sleep when you heard a soft knock on your door.

“Come in!” You called out, not moving from your position when you saw the door open slightly and that fluffy head you love so much peeked through.

“Oh my God, did I wake you up?” He asked quietly.

“Oh no, don’t worry. I can’t sleep.” You chuckled and he followed.

“I am going to Mingyu’s, he said he’s cooking dinner. Do you wanna go?” He asked, knowing how much you loved Mingyu’s cooking, but you couldn’t bare be alone with Wonwoo for the 20-minute drive. He looked way too hot while driving and you were trying to stop thinking about him. “He said we could stay over.”

“Hmm, I’m okay… I’m a bit tired, but could you bring me some food when you come back tomorrow?”

“Of course, I’ll make sure he saves you some food.” He smiled and your heart did a flip. “Good night, _____.”

“Good night, Wonwon.”

And with that, he left. Your mind now only focusing on his pretty smile and soft voice. Also, the way his long fingers gripped at your door, keeping him in place behind it.

Why must he be so perfect?

After 30 minutes, you managed to fall asleep. But what came upon your slumber ruined your plans of sleeping in through the weekend.

“Such a pretty pussy.” The man rasped as he pumped his length in and out of you, mesmerized by the creamy ring building up on his cock after every thrust. “And it’s all mine. Look how well you take my cock, love.”

“Wonwoo, please fuck me harder.” You whined.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, baby?” His hands gripped your breasts and his thumbs teased your erect nipples. “Beg for it, love.”

You woke up in a sweat, shirt clinging to your chest due to the sweat and panties clinging to your pussy due to the wetness.

“Fuck me.” You groaned, trying to go back to sleep and ignoring the aching feeling in your center.

Tossing and turning on your mattress didn’t help your case, so you turned to your favorite company on your lonely nights—the pretty glass heart dildo in your underwear drawer.

Had you masturbated at the thought of Wonwoo before? You wish you could save face and say no, but your perverted mind had wandered one too many times to the thought of his tongue, fingers, and cock inside you—to the point where you got the biggest size you could find to maximize your pleasure as you dreamed about your hot, nerdy roommate.

“Did you bring your laptop? Remember mine is broken.” Mingyu asked the older man as he set the table in his living room to watch a movie.

“Oh fuck, I knew I was forgetting something.” Wonwoo cursed.

“One thing. I asked you to bring one thing!” Mingyu nagged and Wonwoo whined.

“I’ll go bring it, I’ll be back in a bit.” He said checking his phone to see how long traffic was roundtrip.

“Boo, Wonwoo!” Jun teased and Wonwoo threw a cushion at him.

“Wait, before you leave. Take _____ this, if we wait till tomorrow there will be no food left.” Mingyu said, handing Wonwoo a bag with a couple of tupperware full of the food he had cooked and a little note.

Wonwoo took the bag in his hands and nodded before making his way to his car. There, he let curiosity get the best of him and read the note.

“I wish you were here to eat this cause I love seeing your reactions. I know you love my brownies so I made a special batch for you. Hope you are feeling better! :D -Love, Mingyu ♥︎”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes in annoyance and put it back in the bag before taking off.

Unlocking the door to the apartment, he cursed himself for forgetting his laptop, and placed the food Mingyu sent on the breakfast bar. Wonwoo walked slowly towards his room, just in case you were already sleeping. He didn’t want to interrupt your peaceful slumber.

However, what he heard as he stepped closer to the bedrooms made him step back.

“Oh, fuck!” It was a moan—yours to be exact. His heart started racing, not only at the pretty sounds you made but at the fact that there was a chance you had someone pleasuring you at that moment—someone that wasn’t him.

“Mmm, just like that…” you whined and whimpered. That’s when he noticed your door was slightly opened, lights were off but he could tell your blinds were slightly open cause he could see the lines of moonlight on the floor.

Of course, you would leave it open, he wasn’t supposed to be here.

An ongoing debate in his mind flooded his brain as he thought of peeking through. He didn’t want to be a creep, but the best (or worse) of him got him and he carefully peeked from an angle that he knew you wouldn’t see him.

There he saw you. Laying back on your mattress, completely nude and your legs spread wide apart while your hand pumped a glass toy into your pretty pussy. His eyes couldn’t rip themselves from gawking at you like a pervert. The way your hand pushed the toy in and out at a quick pace and your other played with your pretty nipples had him hypnotized. The moonlight shone on your body and he could swear it was glistening with some sort of magical dust.

He was totally done for. He would never recover from this, and just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, you moaned again.

“Ah, Wonu~” his name rolled off your tongue so naturally and just then he noticed that he had been rubbing himself over his pants. “Just like that, baby…”

Wonwoo swore he would pass out at any second. Not only were you hot as fuck and wet as fuck—the thought of him was making you this wet and horny. He tried, he really did try to stop staring and leaving but he seemed to be stuck to the ground and completely hypnotized by you. Your moans had sent him into a trance like a siren song.

“Jeon Wonwoo!!! What the fuck?!” Your loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He didn’t know what to do, he had been caught doing the least gentleman-y thing ever.

How could he do that? What took over him?

“I-I can explain…” your eyes then dropped to his crotch, cheeks blushing at the sight of his hand still subconsciously soothing his growing erection.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked shamelessly, gaining a boost of confidence at the sight of him standing at your doorway like a pathetic little pervert. “Then you could help me with this…”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened behind his glasses as your folded legs (which you moved to cover yourself upon discovering him watching) opened up and revealed your wet core—glass toy still inside. He hadn’t noticed his legs moved, not when you pumped the toy a few times more, moaning his name, and not when you crawled to him.

It wasn’t until your hands ran up his thighs that he realized he was inside your room and at the foot of your bed.

His mouth fell open in awe at the sight of you kneeling in front of him, soft hand reaching to move his that was on his crotch and soothe his growing bulge. A sweet, deep sound left his lips as he gasped when your teeth suddenly bit him over his pants softly.

“May I?” You asked as your fingers pinched the zipper of his pants. Wonwoo nodded lazily, as he rid of his t-shirt, tossing it somewhere around the floor of your room.

You gawked at him, laying back on your hands while he kicked off his pants and shoes. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned body and strong arms—and his mouth watered at the sight of your breasts in full display.

“Do you like what you see?” He smirked, placing his index finger under your chin, tilting it to make eye contact with you.

“I love what I see.” He said, and you kneeled back up, your lips pressed on his chest, leaving soft kisses all over and biting random parts of his skin.

“Then have a taste.” In less than a second, his lips were on yours, kissing you like he had been wanting to for the longest time.

“Mmm…” a deep groan left his throat at the sweet taste of your tongue.

The minty taste of your mouth and the sweet floral smell of your skin were intoxicating. All he wanted was to stay like this forever and never let you go. Your skin was silky soft under his touch, his hands perfectly molded to the curves of your waist and lower back as he wandered around the heavenly crevices of your body.

You, on the other hand, dreaded the end of the night. Your hands gripped his arms, refusing to let him go as his perfect lips deliciously devoured you. The thought of him snapping out of the euphoria of the moment and remembering the person he’s in love with had your insides churning. But the fact that he was hungry for you in that exact instance, made you incredibly hot.

“I want you inside me so bad.” You breathed out against his lips.

“Not before I have a taste, baby.” Wonwoo rasped out and your heart dropped to your stomach at the sound of his voice calling you ‘baby’. “Lay back for me, pretty.”

Immediately doing as he said, your back fell against the plush bed sheets, while his hands gripped the back of your thighs to spread your legs apart and showcase your wet center.

“Is this all for me, baby? Do you always think of me while touching yourself?” He smirked at you, making you blush instantly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Wonwoo’s lips pressed on the skin of your inner calf after he had kneeled down to be at eye-level with you. They danced along the line of your leg until they reached the main entrée—your pretty glistening pussy. He couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of the creamy substance that covered you.

She must’ve been fucking herself with that glass dildo for a while, he thought.

The thought of you touching yourself and pretending your toy was his cock instead, was driving him nuts. But he couldn’t help but snicker at the size of the toy, if that’s what you thought his looked like, you were in for a treat tonight.

“Look at such a pretty pussy, hmm…” he cooed and pressed a quick kiss to your clit making you yelp in pleasure.

It wasn’t much, but you had been fantasizing about this moment for so long that any touch of his felt absolutely magical.

“I thought you wanted a taste.” You teased and he smirked before poking his tongue out and laying it flat on your core, licking a stripe up. “Ah, Wonu~”

“So fucking sweet, beautiful. Everything about you is so sweet.” You closed your eyes, his words resonating in your ears.

While it should’ve excited you, your mind kept drifting away to that night when he admitted he was in love with someone. Was he pretending you were that person? Was he imagining himself doing this to someone else?

Before you could let your mind wander through the thoughts of Wonwoo merely using you to satisfy his needs while he pursues someone else, his mouth sucked your sensitive bud.

“Oh!” You moaned, hands gripping the sheets and his hair. “You’re so good at that.”

His mouth was loud against your center, sloppy wet sounds mixed with his deep groans of satisfaction at your taste and pretty sounds. You were a moaning mess under him, squirming as he kitty-licked your clit, but his forearm over your torso kept you in place. Somewhere in the past five minutes, his hand had reached out to play with your tits, tugging and pinching your nipples.

“Ugh, this is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tried, baby.” He kissed it one more time before standing up, his hands still keeping your legs spread. “I want to be inside you, so bad.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” The man smirked and scoffed softly at you, trailing his index and middle fingers down your slit and teasing your entrance. “I just cleaned you dry and you’re already wet again?”

Wonwoo groaned and bit his bottom lip, prior to entering his fingers in your hole, eliciting a whine from your own lips. His heart was beating out of his chest after he looked down at you.

“Your fingers fill me up so much better than mine…” another moan left your lips when he started scissoring his fingers, stretching you out in preparation for his cock.

“Yeah? Are your pretty small fingers not enough for you?” You shook your head and he smiled. “Shit. You’re greedy, aren’t you? Sucking my fingers in like that.” He cursed when your walls clenched around his fingers.

“I want to suck you off.” You simply said and he felt like fainting.

Wonwoo removed his fingers from you and sucked your arousal off them before helping you sit back up.

“Go ahead, baby.” He smirked at your cute face looking up at him. What he didn’t know, is that you were about to switch the whole thing around.

“Look how hard you are from spying on me.” He couldn’t help but blush deeply at your words, remembering how minutes ago he was shamelessly touching himself while sneakily watching you.

“Who would’ve thought sweet Wonwoo would be such a pervert.” He felt himself slowly melting, and that’s when your lips made contact with his clothed length. “How are you so perfect?”

“You’re killing me, pretty.” His head fell back as a deep moan left his mouth when your warm tongue pressed on his length.

“Am I?” You asked while your fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. “Fuck…”

“That’s the plan, baby.” He chuckled softly and reached to tuck your hair behind your ears before caressing your hair softly and you could swear your heart would explode.

Wonwoo’s already hard dick got even worse when he took a glance at your face. The way your eyes looked at him gave him butterflies and your hands around his length slowly gliding didn’t help at all.

“Mmm, just like that, sweetheart.” He groaned as soon as your tongue lapped his tip. You hummed in contentment, having dreamed of his cock in your mouth for so long.

A string of muttered curses left his lips when your mouth engulfed what it could take of his cock, which wasn’t as much as you wanted. His head hit the back of your throat and your lips barely covered half of it, the sound of his deep moans was making you wet, a drip of arousal gliding down your thigh.

Your mouth kept sucking and your hand stroking him was soon glistening with saliva, while your other hand reached down to collect your juices before reaching up to place them on Wonwoo’s tongue when he moaned again.

His tongue was warm on your fingers as he sucked them dry, licking even after he had cleaned your arousal off them.

“Baby,” he moaned, mind clearly foggy at that point. “I wanna cum in you.” You moaned around him at his statement, making him hiss.

Your head bobbed and once more, trying your best to go further down before removing him completely. Wonwoo bit his lip and wiped the tears that had fallen down your cheeks and trailed to wipe your lips. You took the chance and sucked his thumb in, yet another groan leaving his lips.

Wonwoo finished kicking his boxers off to the side and lowered himself on top of you, laying you down further into the bed in the process. His lips captured yours as soon as your back hit the mattress, the way his lips moved against yours ever so softly was intoxicating.

“So pretty…” he whispered against your lips and trailed his pecks down your jaw and neck. “I don’t have a condom…” he whined as he came to a complete stop when he realized and you laughed.

“I’ll go get one real quick.” Wonwoo said and was getting up but your hands circled around his neck to keep him from leaving.

“I’m on the pill…” you whispered, waiting to see if he stayed. “I’m clean.”

“Me too. Are you sure you want to do it raw, honey?” His nose brushed against your cheek softly and your heart did a flip.

Call me a pet name once more and I’ll for real pass out, you thought.

“Yes.” Whispering, you kissed him again.

“You will kill me, for re-“ your hand pushing him to lay back on the mattress cut him off. His eyes were dark as you moved to climb on his lap.

Wonwoo’s fingers played with your hair when you started kissing his neck, trailing down his chest biting and sucking every single sensitive part.

“Are you always this wet?” He struggled to ask when he felt your hand guide his tip on your, seemingly forever-soaked, slit. You smirked and shook your head.

“Only when I’m thinking of you.” You rasped out and bit his lip.

“Oh God,” his head felt light after your statement.

“Oh, Wonu~” a whiny moan left yours lips as you finally sat on his length—slowly taking him in while you adjusted to his size. “So fucking big…”

“Mhm…” you heard him hum and looked down at him. His eyes were shut and his cheeks pink, his glasses fogging up a little due to the warmth of his skin. A smirk couldn’t help being formed on your face as you saw how drunk he was on your pussy—his chest rose rapidly as he struggled to keep himself together.

“Look at you, a fucking mess for me and I’m not even halfway down this pretty cock.” You teased and he whined. “What would the girl you’re in love with think, hmm?”

“Her little sweet Wonwoo being so pussy drunk for me, what would she think?” You taunted and saw him smirk when one of your hands reached to engulf his throat—or at least tried to.

“She doesn’t mind.” He groaned when you finally bottomed out. The feeling of his tip hitting your g-spot temporarily distracted you from the heartbreak his words caused—but the sting still remained there even when you both moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, _____.” His hands fondled with your soft ass, gripping harshly to help you down his cock and back up.

“I love your cock…” you murmured, dizzy from the pleasure.

“Ah!” Wonwoo took the opportunity to play with your breasts that jiggled right on his face. His mouth sucked your nipples in and you could feel your orgasm building from the stimulation. “Won…”

“Shit, baby-“ he huffed when your walls clenched around his cock, your legs shaking a little and your hips bucking up.

“I’m so close…” you whined, half because of the pleasure and half because that meant the night was almost over. “Mmm, baby…”

“Yes, sweetie? Do you like that, pretty?” He groaned loudly at your whimpers, leg twitches, and the pet name.

His feet anchored him as his hips bucked upwards to fuck you, hands gripping your ass tightly.

“Kiss me, baby.” You didn’t wait a second before doing as told, your tongue sloppily made out with his, teeth clashing and wet sounds resonating in the room.

Wonwoo couldn’t help but stare at your face contort in pleasure as he kept his pace, the moonlight peeking through your blinds illuminated just the right places of your body—your eyes, your nose, your lips, your collarbones, your nipples, your navel, and the space where your pussy met with his cock.

“I’m so close, baby…” he moaned, hands leaving your ass and sliding up to your waist to pull you back down. “You look so pretty like this, all sweaty and hot.”

“Shut up, I’m gonna cum…” you whined and placed your fingers on his lips. “I don’t want you to ever stop.”

“Cum for me, beautiful.” Your legs shook uncontrollably and you cursed and moaned against his bare chest as your orgasm washed over you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

His movements faltered as he thought of pulling out, but resumed moving when he heard your whines. The overstimulation of his big cock drilling into you was building a second orgasm within seconds of your first one.

“Fill me up, please!” You begged and that was the last straw for him.

“Fuck!” He moaned loudly and held you close.

The warm feeling of his cum filling you up and the loud, deep groans that left his lips triggered your second orgasm. You could feel the vibrations of his groans on his chest.

“God, you’re going to kill me.” He sighed in satisfaction and hands danced softly over your skin.

You soaked in his scent, he always smelled so good—musky and a little peachy. The way his chest moved as he caught his breath was calming, but still, the sting in your chest remained.

Your fingers mimicked his that were on your back, drawing shapes on his chest. The feeling of his soft skin on yours consumed your mind that you hadn’t noticed the tears falling from your eyes. It wasn’t until Wonwoo hummed and cupped your face worriedly that you noticed you were crying.

“Hey, what happened? Did I hurt you?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in deep concern. “Do you regret it? Talk to me, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” You sniffled and his heart broke seeing your face.

“Why not? What happened?”

“Why don’t you love me?”

Did you sound absolutely pathetic? Yes. Would you be asking this if you were in all your senses? No.

“Am I only good for sex?”

“What?” He immediately sat up, switching your bodies, cupping your face as he looked down at you. “What are you talking about? Of course not!”

“You said the girl you love wouldn’t mind you fucking me. But if you love her, why would you do it? You were thinking about her, weren’t you?” You sobbed softly and he was as confused as ever.

“Wait, is that why you’re sad? You think I’m using you?” He asked, heart shattering. “I thought you had caught on.”

You hummed in confusion and he smiled, angering you before his lips pecked yours ever so gently a couple of times.

“I said she wouldn’t mind because the girl is you.” He said and kissed you once more. “I thought you were teasing me so I decided to follow you. I didn’t actually mean to imply that there was someone else.”

His thumbs wiped your tears, funnily enough, the same way he had done so earlier but for different reasons.

“I am stupidly in love with you.” He confessed and kissed you again. “Please don’t cry, I don’t like seeing you sad.”

“You love me?”

“I love you.” He repeated. “I have for a long time now, but I always thought you liked Mingyu.”

“Ew, out of everyone Mingyu?” Your face contorted and he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Lord, did you love that lame laugh.

“So, nothing going on with you and Mingyu?” He asked tenderly, a sweet smile plastered on his face as you shook your head.

“Not at all.” You said. “I only want you.”

“Yeah? What about the guy you wanted to fuck?” He teased, reminding you of your confession that night.

You laughed and his heart swole with love at the sound.

“I already did, best dick ever.” Your words contrasted drastically with the way your eyes stared up at him.

“Oh yeah? Nothing like this thing, huh?” He asked, your forgotten glass toy in his palm and you blushed.

“I believe I had underestimated the size…” you snickered and he kissed your lips after carefully tossing the toy on too of his clothes that laid on the floor.

“You’re boosting my ego, love.” He mumbled against your lips with a smile. “I still can’t believe I caught you touching yourself to the thought of me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven for a bit.” He teased.

“And I can’t believe I caught you spying on me touching myself while touching yourself.” He kissed the smirk off your face, but you could feel his warm cheeks against your face.

“Talking about that, I’m still inside you.” He regretted saying that as soon as he did, cause you clenched around him purposefully. “Mmm…”

“How about a round two? But this time you make love to me?” This time, it was you who kissed him lovingly:

“I will make love to you tonight and every night that you let me be in your life.” He said, already loving to hover over your naked body. “I love you.”

“I love you more, Wonwon.” He kissed you, leaving Mingyu and the boys wondering why he never showed up at his apartment again.

Next time your friends come over, you gathered around the same coffee table, this time playing some board game before you stood up to refill the snack bowls.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get more snacks and drinks for y’all.” You said and stood up.

“I’ll help you.” The man next to you said and stood up, following behind you.

“Should we tell them?” Wonwoo asked as he hugged you from behind, pressing you into the counter slightly as you refilled the bowls with chips and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

“No, they’re annoying.” You replied and he laughed heartily.

“I am seriously considering kicking them out. I can tell you’re cold.” He smirked and kissed your neck while his hands crept around you to tease your nipples over your shirt.

“Stop it.” You shivered at the pinch of his fingers on your sensitive buds.

“Give me a kiss at least. You haven’t kissed me since they got here, I miss you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, love. I’m right here.” You smiled and turned around, your back now pressed against the counter, his arms still enclosing you. Looking up at him, you pecked his lips quickly—once.

“Kiss me like you mean it.” Wonwoo said frowning, eyes narrowing when you didn’t move.

His hands moved to cup your face to bring your face close to his, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You moaned quietly when his tongue invaded your mouth, your hands traveling down from his back to his small butt, squeezing affectionately and making him gasp and giggle against your lips.

“Hey, do you have- OH! MY! GOD!” That annoying voice—you were going to strangle him. Wonwoo jumped back and looked at Mingyu with wide eyes.

“What happened?” You heard a concerned Jeonghan ask.

“THEY ARE HAVING SEX IN THE KITCHEN!” Mingyu yelled in response.

“KIM MINGYU! WE ARE NOT!” Wonwoo couldn’t help but smile when he saw you chase around the tall guy who kept repeating the same thing over and over.

“HE WAS SUCKING HER FACE!” He heard Mingyu say and you arguing back.

“WE WERE JUST KISSING. SHUT UP!”

Lord, was he in love with you.

NEOYUNO 2022

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #smut

[beautifultypewriter]

Boyfriend Material ~ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Requested: No

Warnings: Jerk guy who passively insults reader, bad dates, mentions of sex, nakedness, fwb relationship, language

Word Count: 1,915

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Summary: Reader has a fun game she plays when she ends up on a bad first date. Her friend with benefits, Hangman, is the key piece in the game, but he may take things too far one night.

A/N: I told y’all that I was obsessed with Hangman. This idea hit me like a freight train when I was scrolling TikTok and saw a video of a girl doing a skit about going on a date with a red flag and I had the brilliant idea of doing this to an ass who mistreats you on a date. And Hangman was perfect for it.

First dates could go one of two ways; they could be awkward, filled with long silences and minimal eye contact or they could be downright terrible, filled with bad conversations and rude guys. Though you supposed they could go another way. Really great with both parties clicking and no uncomfortable moments. It had been a long time since you had one of those and it was starting to feel like you were destined to never have one again with the guys you were picking.

  The one currently sat across from you was definitely one of the ‘not getting a second date’ type. Not that he seemed to realize it as he continued to talk about himself, barely pausing to take a breath. You pursed your lips as he smirked at you. Something stupid is about to come out of his mouth.

  “You know, I was a little apprehensive about tonight because I usually go for the model types,” you breathed out slowly and he was quick to hold his hands up, “but you’re attractive too.” He winked at you, and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes at him. Though you were sure he wouldn’t have noticed if you had because now he was talking about his ex-girlfriend. You reached for your glass of water, completely ignoring the glass of red wine that he had ordered for you. You don’t drink red wine. He chuckled, “Yeah, she was totally crazy. Dodged that bullet.” He pulled his phone out, firing off some text messages as he ignored you. Plates of food were set in front of the pair of you and not even that pulled his eyes away from the screen of his phone. You scoffed, pulling your own phone out and clicking on the top conversation thread in your messages. Your text was simple, a time, the name of the restaurant that you were at, and a black heart emoji. The reply was instant, a thumbs up. You smirked to yourself, picking up your fork and digging into the meal in front of you. At least the steak was good. Your date chose that moment to pick up his fork and launch into another one of his work stories. Forcing a smile at him, you nodded along, wondering what kind of seasoning they put on your mashed potatoes.

  The waiter had asked if you cared for dessert and your date had answered that you didn’t need any and he asked for the check. After he had paid, he led you out of the restaurant, stopping and turning to face you on the sidewalk. He smiled as he leaned closer, an attempt to charm you, you supposed, “You want to head back to my place? I’ve got a nice bottle of wine. We could talk some more.” As his hand reached out to stroke your arm, you grit your teeth, preparing your reply.

  It never came though as an arm wrapped around your shoulders and a low voice spoke near your ear, “Hey, babe.”

  Your eyes lit up as you turned to grin at the newcomer, “Jake.” He grinned back at you, his lips pressing against your cheek quickly. Your date looked between the two of you, his eyes moving faster than you thought possible. His chest puffed out and he stepped forward, his hand pushing his hair back. You looked over at him, your smile turning sickly sweet, “Oh, it was really nice meeting you, Tim, but I don’t think this is going to work out.” Your eyes met Jake’s again and you could see him barely able to contain his laughter.

  The man’s shoulders sagged, as his arm dropped to his side and he recoiled, “It’s Jim.”

  You half turned back to your date, “Right. Thanks for the dinner.” Jake spun you around and the two of you started walking down the sidewalk, away from the restaurant and the bad date.

  Jake pulled you closer, “Your place or mine?” He quickly glanced back to see Jim still standing in the same spot, watching the two of you walk away, frown on his face. Jake chuckled. He couldn’t deny that he loved when you sent those black heart texts. Poor bastards had no idea on what they were missing out on. He didn’t think about it too much though because he was glad to be the guy picking you up from your failed dates.

  Tapping your finger against your chin, you pretended to think about it, “Mine’s closer.” Jake nodded and the two of you continued down the sidewalk, the same small talk that you two always engaged in flowing between you two easily. The two of you fell into the same pattern with no difficulty at all. The game was easy because it didn’t require anything deeper than the friendship the two of you shared and your friendship was easy. It had been from the moment the two of you first met.

  The pair of you continued down the sidewalk, turning onto your street. Your footsteps got quicker without your notice, and you were at your building in no time. Jake released your shoulders as you grabbed your keys from your bag and unlocked the front door. Stepping into the lobby, Jake followed, his arm going around your shoulders once more as you waited for the elevator. The doors opened and he gently guided you in, pressing the button for your floor without looking. His attention was solely on you as you leaned against the back wall, one hand resting on the railing there. Jake smirked as he moved gracefully into your space, his hand resting next to your head and his face moving close to yours. With a smirk, you moved your free hand to rest on his shoulder as his body pressed close to yours, heat radiating between the two of you. Just as his lips were about to touch yours, a loud cough caused the two of you to pull apart. Jake took a step back and spun around to see your neighbor stepping slowly into the elevator. He smiled as he leaned against the wall next to you, his arm brushing against yours. You smiled at the woman, “Mrs. Freeman.” She hummed as she nodded to you, her eyes flickering between you and Jake, a smirk growing on her wrinkled face. The elevator ride was quiet as you watched the numbers going up, trying to ignore Jake’s eyes on you. When your floor dinged, you waved quickly to Mrs. Freeman before you grabbed Jake’s hand and pulled him down the hall to your apartment, your keys in your free hand.

  As soon as the door to your apartment was opened, Jake’s lips were on yours. He gently pushed you in to your home, kicking the door shut behind him. His lips never left yours as the two of you took the familiar path to your bedroom, your clothes mixing with his in piles on the wooden floors.

  Pulling the sheet up over your chest, you turned your head to smile at Jake. He was on his back, looking up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face. When he felt your gaze, he turned to look at you, his smile growing. You giggled as you leaned closer to him, “Tonight might not have started out so great, but it definitely ended very nicely.” He pecked your lips before you pulled away, sitting up and reaching your arms above your head. Jake watched the muscles in your back stretch, and he reached over to rub gentle circles on your exposed skin. You sighed, leaning back into his touch, and readjusting the sheet. He watched your muscles relax as he continued his ministrations, and another sigh passed your lips.

  “How about you let me take you out?” He wasn’t sure where the words had come from, but they were in the air now and he found that he didn’t mind it, even as the silence stretched.

  Your head turned to the side, so that you could see him from the corner of your eye, “On a date?” He nodded and you laughed, “A real date?”

  He nodded again, his voice even, “Yeah.”

  You turned at the waist, your eyebrows raised, “Why?” He was still laying there, wholly unbothered, one hand behind his head as he looked up at you like he didn’t completely change the entire game. The entire friendship.

  With one half-hearted shrug, he glanced to the ceiling, “To have a nice time. To go on more dates.” He turned his gaze to you again, giving you a quick wink, “Hell, maybe I’ll even become your boyfriend.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you as he grinned.

  It felt like the temperature of the room had gone up 20 degrees and you wondered if fanning yourself would have been odd. Instead you scoffed, turning back around to face the window, “You don’t wanna date me.” You swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t see what was going on in your head.

It was his turn to scoff as his hand dropped away from your back. Had he been drawing the circles this entire time? You pressed a hand to your forehead as he answered you, “What do you mean I don’t want to date you? I just asked, didn’t I?” It couldn’t be controlled, a laugh forced its way out of your mouth, hanging in the air for a moment.

  Regaining your train of thought, you shook your head, “No because if you dated me and became my boyfriend then you’d have to do boyfriend things.” You turned back to him, fixing him with a pointed stare, your head tilted slightly as you watched the gears turn in his head.

  “Like what?”

  “Like,” you looked up to the ceiling, several thoughts swirling through your head until you landed on one, “going to work parties with me.” You nodded as he grinned at you, “You’d have to send me good morning texts and go to brunch with my sister and her husband. You would have to buy me flowers and listen to me rant about my bad days at work. Have dinner with my parents. Those are boyfriend things.” Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as you leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper and your eyes narrowing, “You hate boyfriend things.” You had him. You knew you did.

  He stared up at you, his mouth set in a straight line and his voice low, “Not if they’re for you.”

  Pulling back from him, you moved closer to the edge of the bed, “Jake…”

  As he noticed your retreat, he shot up, the sheet bunching at his waist, “No, just hear me out. Please.” You sighed, but nodded to him. He held his hands out, moving them slightly as he spoke, “One date. One real date, that’s all I ask.” Pursing your lips, you stared at him, mulling over his request. He smiled as he saw the lines forming on your forehead, “And if I’m not boyfriend material then we forget this whole thing ever happened.”

  Pursing your lips, you nodded, “Okay.” He grinned as he reached forward, his hand resting gently on your neck. He pressed a kiss to your lips, and you quickly pulled back, your hand resting on his chest, “One date.” He nodded before pulling you into another kiss, leaning back and bringing you to the mattress with him. You giggled as he peppered your face with kisses.

#hangman x reader #hangman imagine #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #top gun imagine #top gun: maverick imagine #top gun x reader

[dual1pa]

swim party

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, partying, language, underage alcohol consumption, smoking (all characters aged up to 20). 

18+ ONLY Y’ALL

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“He likes you, I swear on my own mother’s grave! He told me and Nancy the other day!,” Robin said, pouring you a cup of beer from the keg. 

You just arrived to Steve Harrington’s infamous summer break party — it was always a scene due to someone being too drunk and doing something stupid — either the cops or an ambulance is called. 

Steve promised that this party would be “different” and nothing like that would happen — but you didn’t believe him as he says that every year. 

Your best friend, Robin, was in the middle of telling you how your other best friend, Eddie Munson, is “super in love” with you. Okay sure, you yourself have feelings for the incredibly handsome fella, but you were positive he only saw you as a friend as you never really noticed any signs. 

You took a swig of your beer — which was unbelievably gross to say the least — and slammed the red solo cup on the counter when you finished it. 

You were hesitant, “I don’t know Robs.”  

“Look, just try to be a little touchy feely with him tonight. He’s around here somewhere,” Robin looked around to see if she could find him but no such luck. 

Were you really going to worth the risk of possibly making Eddie and your friendship totally awkward if he didn’t feel the same way. 

“Well, if I’m going to do that, I’m gonna need a bit more to drink.” 

“YES,” Robin exclaimed, pouring you another beer, “Go get him, girl.” 

You were happy that you listened to the little voice in your head telling you to wear shorter shorts and a t-shirt to the party. Also, you had a skimpy two piece bathing suit underneath. 

Typically, Steve’s parties die down rather quickly where it’s just your typical friend group: Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie are smoking and swimming in the pool. 

Once you had a few more drinks in you, you weren’t too drunk to the point of totally embarrassing yourself, but just enough to one, be aware of your surroundings and two, make a move on Eddie. 

You swerved through the many people in the living room dancing to whatever pop song was playing through the speaker. There were a few couples making out in the corners of the room and on the couch, other’s chugged their drinks and creating drunk conversations about who knows what. 

The more you thought about a possible relationship with Eddie, the more you fell in love with the idea. You trusted Eddie with your whole heart and you could totally see a future with him. 

There he was — only because you heard his voice outside. 

He was with his friends playing a round of beer pong. 

In your first attempt, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind to surprise him. 

It was like he instantly knew it was you.

He tried his best to turn his upper body to move you to the front of him for a proper hug. 

“There’s my girl! Finally, you’ve arrived,” My girl.

He was drunk, of course as you could smell the beer scent on his breath. 

“Only for you Eddie.” 

All you wanted to do was lean up and kiss him, you were in his arms and at the perfect angle to just reach his lips — but you stopped yourself. 

“I’m almost finished with this game after I kick these guys’ asses, then I’m all yours,” he smiled. 

On the other hand, his friends booed him as it would be his last game. 

“Shut up all of you. She is more important,” he aimed the ping pong ball at one of the cups and made it in. 

“Huh, seems as if you’re my good luck charm, gotta keep you around every time I play this game - or any game really,” he laughed. 

“Aww, I’m your little good luck charm, that’s so cute,” you replied. 

“Can y’all just go have sex already? There’s so much sexual tension here I can cut it with a knife,” Eddie’s friend, Ronnie, admitted. 

“Hey, sometimes you just shouldn’t talk, K?” Eddie said in a joking voice, “Don’t listen to him,” Eddie told you. 

In your mind, you wouldn’t mind doing... anything with Eddie.

- 

The rest of the night, you did your best to be more “touchy feely” with Eddie, dancing super close to him, always touching his arm, but you weren’t sure if he was catching on. 

You felt as if you gave him many clues to just kiss you already, but he wasn’t taking the hint. Either he’s honestly not thinking about it or he just sees you as a friend. 

As the party died down, Eddie and you met your friends out by the pool. Nancy and Robin were hanging out in the water while Steve smoked a cigarette on the pool chair. 

Eddie went to grab one from him and sat down next to him, he ever rarely swam. 

You weren’t missing out on getting some pool time in. You turned around to look at him to be sure he was looking at you before you grabbed the hem of your shirt and took it off your body. Next, it was your pants. You shimmied off your shorts and dove into the water. 

It was freezing. 

You shivered as you swam over to the other side of the pool where Nancy and Robin were having a conversation. 

“Hey, how’s it going with operation ‘get Eddie to fall in love with you’?,” Robin asked. 

“Terrible,” you sighed, “Guys, I think he only wants to be friends. I have him several chances to make a move and he just... hasn’t.” 

Robin looked at Nancy, they had an idea that you were unsure of. 

“Why don’t you two have some time out here alone then? I’ll grab Steve and make Eddie stay out here with you so you know... you don’t drown or anything,” Nancy said. 

You nodded and watched them swim to the other side of the pool and hop out, grabbing Steve and heading inside. 

Eddie watched them leave, but ultimately chose to stay outside with you. 

You swam to the middle of the pool and kept your eyes on him. 

“That was so weird that they left us out here like two minutes after we just got out here,” Eddie chuckled, watching you swim around. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “Maybe they all got cold.” 

“It’s like 85 degrees out at 1am!” 

“Well if you think it’s so hot, why don’t you come in and swim with me,” you asked. 

“I’m not the type of guy to go swimming, you know that.” 

“I know it’s just... I’m kinda lonely in here.” 

“Then get out and come sit up here with me.” 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come in?” 

An idea popped into your head, it was a bit forward, but you had nothing else left to try. 

You pulled your bathing suit top strings apart, leaving you topless in the pool and threw it at Eddie and he caught it right away. 

“Do you wanna come in now?” 

He instantly got up from the chair and threw off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. 

You giggled as he splashed you from the cannonball he did. He swam up to you and took you into his arms. 

You instantly wrapped your legs around his him. 

He looked down at your breasts with wide eyes. 

“Can you kiss me already?,” you asked, but begging inside your head. 

He looked at you, then at your aching lips and leaned in. 

He tasted better than you thought and he was a marvelous kisser, my God, what have you been missing? 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip desperately wanting to stick it in your mouth. 

You opened it a bit more and felt his tongue exploring your mouth. 

Moments later, he detached his lips from yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since... forever.” 

“Well, god damnit, you should have done it sooner,” you laughed. 

Eddie backed you up to the wall of the pool while kissing your neck. My God, it felt so good, you knew that boy would be a good kisser. In the water, you tried your best to grind up against his groin, but it was a bit tough. 

Once you opened your eyes, you spotted your friends in the window cheering you on and making obscene gestures. You shooed them away and let out a squeal once Eddie bit down on your neck. 

You leaned your head to the left more to give him more space to attack your neck with kisses and hickeys — something you would definitely need to cover up with foundation in the morning. 

As much as you had fun humping your best friend, you were in need of more. You needed to feel him skin to skin.

“Can we take this somewhere private,” you reached for his cheeks for him to look at you. 

“I thought you’d never ask. Can’t fuck you in a pool now can I?” 

Your eyebrows widened, “I mean you could but that be kinda gross since it is King Steve’s,” you joked. 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the pool. You quickly grabbed your bathing suit top and asked Eddie to tie it in the back for you. 

He wrapped a towel around his lower half so his friends wouldn’t see the aching boner he had. 

The cool air hit you as you opened the patio door. Steve, Robin and Nancy were all hanging out watching a horror movie. In unison, they all turned to you, who was sort of hiding behind Eddie. 

“Mind if we use your guest bedroom tonight?” 

“Go right ahead,” Steve said, “Just wash the sheets tomorrow!” 

You followed Eddie up the stairs, memorizing every birth mark and mole on his back. God, he was perfect. 

He opened the door to the guest room and shut it behind you. Before another thought could enter your mind, he pressed you up against the door, giving you passionate kisses on your lips. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist then moving them down to grab the flesh of your ass, patting slightly, encouraging you to jump and straddle his hips. 

He carried you over to the bed and plopped you down on the soft grey duvet. He laid down between your legs and continued his assault on your neck.

You were very vocal when it came to sex — whenever you had it — because you loved letting your partner know that what they were doing felt good. 

You ripped the beach towel he had on and shimmied his swim trunks down so his cock sprang free against your stomach. 

Instantly, you put your hand around his shaft and began teasing him but moving your hand up and down.

“Oh god, baby, yes,” he said into your neck, “Always been thinking how your hand would feel around my dick. Just as I imagined — perfect.” 

You quickly reached your hand up to spit into it to use as lubricant. Once he (and you) were ready, you moved your swim bottoms to the side and gently guided him into you. 

At first, it stung like a bitch. It’s been a while since you last hooked up with someone so you were a bit tight — didn’t seem to bother Eddie as he was a moaning mess as he brought his lips back to yours. 

He followed your moves as he continued to plunge inside you. You took it easy as Eddie had a big cock, but once he was fully in and you adjusted to his size, you begged for movement. 

He leaned on his forearm to take a good look at his cock disappearing inside you, only making him closer and closer to his climax. 

You opened your mouth to let out a moan as the two of you looked at each other while he fucked you. 

Every second, the tip of his cock hit that certain sweet spot only guiding you more and more to your own orgasm. 

“Yes, Eddie. Deeper,” you breathed, gripping tightly on his semi-wet hair. 

You moved your hands down to his bare ass to feel the movements of his thrusts. 

Each time his tip would reach your cervix, you saw stars. Oh my god it was like heaven. 

His hand snaked down your center to toy with your clit aiming to make you come before him — and it worked. 

Your legs squeezed tightly around his hips as you let the sensation of your pleasure take over your body. 

Curse words and moans left your mouth as he took himself out to unload himself over your stomach. 

Once he was finished, he collapsed on the bed next to you. Your immediate reaction was to cuddle up to his warmth, tangling your legs together. His finger traced lightly on your shoulder. 

You looked up at your best friend to his eyes already on you. He gave you a light smile as the sex tired him out. 

“Can we finally get together now?” 

“I’m all yours, babe.” 

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[zablife]

Alter Ego

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: Phoenix has an idea to set Hangman up with the female version of himself, but he’s not so sure. 

Author’s Note: Requested by a lovely anon who wanted to see Hangman with a reader who acts like him. 

Warnings: drinking, language

As he rounded the corner of the pool table, Hangman noticed Phoenix and Coyote eyeing him suspiciously. When Rooster joined the conversation he couldn’t help but notice how they all seemed to stop talking whenever he would pass by them. He could smell a conspiracy brewing and he didn't like it. Finally he couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer. He handed off his pool stick to another player and came to stand in front of his fellow aviators. Scanning the group quickly he asked, “What’s so important y’all are over here distracting me from my pool game?”

He took a swig of his beer growing impatient for someone to answer when Phoenix spoke up. “I was just telling the boys there’s somebody you should meet.”

“Are you telling me that’s the reason I just lost twenty bucks?” He complained. “I think it’s fairly well known I don’t have any problems in that department.”

“I’m not talking about a fuck buddy, Bagman. I mean, this girl could be the one,” she said nodding to herself.

“And what’s so special about her?” Jake asked leaning in to challenge her.

“She’s the female version of you,” Phoenix replied hopping off her stool in search of another round. Looking back over her shoulder she added, “And we all know how much you love yourself.”

Hangman scoffed at her statement. Looking at Coyote and Rooster, he decided to see what they knew about this mystery woman. “Do you know who Phoenix is talking about? Is she a pilot?”

“Nope,” Rooster said, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth thinking about how you'd check his ego better than any of them ever could.

“Is she from Texas?” Hangman said venturing another guess as to how this woman had something in common with him.

“San Francisco, I think,” Coyote replied this time. “I wouldn’t have thought it either, man, but this girl is you.”

The group hadn't stopped talking about you since you'd visited last month. You were beautiful, witty and highly competitive. Your mannerisms and general attitude reminded them of someone. It wasn't until he was too drunk to stand Rooster had declared, "She's the female Hangman!" Everyone had disagreed at the time saying you were far more charming, but after they had time to digest the idea everyone agreed.

Striding back to the table Phoenix said, “If you’re still standing here that means you’re thinking about it. It's a shame you missed her last time, but she’ll be back next week. Let me know if you want to meet her.”

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One week later…

“Bullseye! Three in a row! How much do you owe me now?” you asked with a triumphant grin plastered to your face.

Payback reached in his back pocket and handed over a few crumpled bills to cover his bet before walking away shaking his head and cursing under his breath.

As you stuffed the money into your pocket, Hangman approached with a confident swagger. “You’re pretty good, sweetheart. But have you ever tried it blindfolded?” 

“Oh, I know I am. And I’ve tried a few activities blindfolded so you’ll have to be more specific,” you said giving him a wink.

You placed your beer on the table as you made your way to the dart board lazily, swinging your hips as you went. Hangman watched you carefully as you reached up to pull the tiny arrows from the cork slowly, your sundress riding up to expose the backs of your thighs. You turned suddenly catching him staring and said, “Wrong bullseye you’re staring at.”

Unfazed by your comment he asked, “How about I give you a real challenge?”

You brought the darts back to where Hangman stood and placed them in his hand, letting your fingertips linger over his a moment too long as you said, “Doubt you can, but you’re welcome to try.”

He snickered at your comment and came to stand at the line taped on the floor. As he pulled back to loose the dart, you tsked at him. "Nuh-uh. The challenge was blindfolded, remember?"

You came to stand at his side and extended a hand over his eyes. "Now go," you said as he loosed the first dart, obviously peeking through your fingers. He smiled at you charmingly, proud of his score.

You gasped in mock shock. "You dirty cheater! You don't play fair."

He held his hand over his heart. "That hurts, darlin. I would never cheat a beautiful woman like yourself. I'll prove it to you. I'll close my eyes this time and you can cover 'em too."

You considered him for a minute, a devilish thought brewing in your mind before you agreed. "Fine," you said moving a bit closer and extending your hand once more. Just as he was about to throw, you rubbed your breast against his upper arm and the dart went careening into the wall below the dart board while the other fell to the floor.

"Looks like you missed," you said with a giggle.

Hangman's jaw clenched as he cut his eyes at you. "Now who's cheating?" he asked.

"You're out of darts and only one made it onto the board. Pretty pathetic," you noted with wide eyes. "I could do better blindfolded in my fucking sleep."

Hangman stared at you before saying, “You always this cocky?”

“Are you always this intimidated by beautiful women?” you shot back, bending over to retrieve the darts. He shook his head in disbelief. You were something else he thought.

As you came back to the line to throw, he stood behind you, placing his hands over your eyes. “Go on, smart mouth, show me how good you are now,” he said watching you draw your arm back in line with the board. He had to see if you could perform under pressure.

Without much effort, you drove the dart straight to the center in one clean motion, followed by a second and a third in quick succession. Hangman’s jaw dropped as he watched them all pierce the same small circle millimeters apart. 

As he stood there stunned, he felt your hands come to rest over his own, pushing them down gently as you turned to face him smirking with satisfaction. “Aren’t you going to offer to buy the champ a drink?” you asked.

He nodded slowly asking, “What’s your name darlin?” Before you could answer Phoenix interrupted. “Hangman I see you’ve met your alter ego.”

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[harlowtales]

Jack finally agrees to get a small tattoo to match reader’s after he gets something first….

18+ sexual activity, drama ⚠️

“Jack look what about these?” You said annoying him again with Pinterest photos of couples tattoos.

“Baby, I told you I can’t get any tattoos if I’m going to act more.” Jack replied

“Not even a lil bitty one to match mine?” You said pouting and sitting on top of him to make him agree. Just say you’re chicken shit.” You taunted.

“What’d you fucking say?” Jack said sternly

“You heard me…” and you clucked like a chicken “A six foot three fucking chicken.”

“Ok…look here baby. I’ll make you a deal. You do something for me and I’ll do something for you.” Jack said calmly. Actually too calmly. He was up to no good.

“Go on…” you said wanting to see what the catch was

He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“What?? No.” You protested

“Ok then get off me cuz I ain’t getting no tattoo” Jack said

“Fine.” You said angrily and stormed into the bedroom. You wanted a permanent sign Jack was committed to you and he kept avoiding it.

He didn’t follow you as he usually did. He just put his feet up and finished watching the game. “And I hope Louisville loses!! By A LOT!!” You yelled at him from the other side of the door.

“That’s it!!” Jack said fuming and opened the door hitting the wall hard. He came right over to where you were laying on the bed and stood over you. “Just one day is all I want with you in peace!” He yelled

“Then have it. As a matter of fact, have all the days in peace that you want.” You said as you stayed turned away from him

“There you go with the threats.” He countered red in the face

“No threats. You can see yourself out Jack.” You said coldly “And don’t forget your toothbrush.”

“I’m going to forget you said that. I’m going back to finish watching the game.” He said and went back to the living room.

“Ughhh!! You yelled and threw a pillow after him.

“Dafuq is wrong with her lately?” He muttered to himself as he sat back down with his bowl of SunChips.

You called your bestie to complain. “Girl.” You said on the verge of tears “Jack refuses to get the tattoos.”

“Girl you know that man is stubborn as hell.” Your friend said “Pick a different struggle.”

“Well he kinda would but I have to do something for him first.” You said

“Like what?” Your friend asked

“Give him head.” You said embarrassed

“WHAT??” Your friend said in shock

“You have NEVER done that for your man?” She said in disbelief.

“No. I don’t go down on guys. It’s just something I was taught never to do and Jack likes that more than sex it seems.” You explained

“Hell yeah he would! Girl stop it and give your man some sloppy toppy and y’all get your tatoos and come off my phone.” Your friend said “I gotta go. Y’all are ridiculous.”

You sat contemplating what to do. You regained your composure and returned to the living room. Jack looked at you and you looked at him. You moved over and kneeled in front of him. Running your hands up his thighs in his grey sweatpants. Your hands trailing under his waistband to pull his pants off. He sat still in shock watching you about to make his dreams come true.

He turned the volume down on the game and adjusted his hips to make it easier for you to take his pants off. The bulge in his underwear was all you needed to know that he was ready for this…yesterday. You ran your hand over his bulge and put your mouth to it in teasing warmth. You placed a hand on his stomach and gently pushed him back so you could get a better angle.

“Take your fucking shirt off.” Jack said breathlessly as he took off his to reveal his muscular arms and shoulders in his black tank top.

You obeyed in silence and slowly removed your top. Underneath you had on his favourite sports bra. He loved the way it brought your breasts together in a heavenly soft mound. He felt at your breasts through the bra and moaned as you pulled his underwear down. This man was wanting this bad as you hadn’t touched him yet.

His manhood sprung out as it got free from the constraints of his boxer-briefs. You licked up the shaft to the head of his rock hard cock turning a reddish purple from anticipation of your mouth and supple lips. You massaged it building up to the moment your lips grazed the head of his penis making him moan even more. You gave the swollen tip a twirl around with your tongue, rotating around it as you pumped the rippling shaft. You owned him in this moment. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed. First your lips started traveling down further and further until the engorged head hit the back of your throat. You closed around him, sucked your way back up, and glided down again.

“Y/N” Jack said your name in agony as he looked down at you controlling him and kept your head steady so he could savour being inside the soft, wet walls of your mouth.

“Uummm” You moaned with your mouth full of his long, smooth, erection tasting precum.

As he released your head you came up gasping for air and pumped him with spitting on the tip. You placed him in between your breasts forced together by your sports bra and began gliding up and down on it moaning from the motion. He completely gave up any control he was trying to have and watched you engulf his large manhood in your bosom as you picked up speed jacking him off. Every time his head poked out you licked the tip driving him insane.

“Fuck!!” He cried out and squirmed from how sensitive he was feeling as he was so close to exploding.

“You wanna cum baby?” You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, feeling wet yourself. He nodded not able to speak as he climaxed. You continued to smother him in a fervent rhythm and felt his dick start to throb as creme shot out and covered your tits. You cupped your hands underneath your breasts to hoist them closer to your tongue and licked his sweet creme off of them.

You laid your head in his lap heaving with an aching mouth and throat in a sweat. “Jack I..” you started to say.

“King.. I’m getting the King..on my wrist.” He said breathlessly while smoothing out your hair in loving appreciation. “You get the Queen. Ok?”

You nodded yes with a satisfied smile.

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[kkcauseway]

Intoxicants

Pairing: Fiancé Joel Miller & f!reader Summary: You’re going out drinking on a well deserved night out with friends, your fiancé Joel Miller has dropped you off and is waiting on a call to to pick you up. When the call to get you finally comes you’re a little too drunk, but he doesn’t mind, he’ll look after you. It’s his job after all. Content and warnings: Fluff, so much fluff. Talks of naughty things, but nothing happens. Joel Miller being the cutest fiancé. Caring!Joel, Protective!Joel. Joel looking after a drunk reader. Joel being understanding that you need time away with friends and isn’t a controlling partner that needs to know where you’re at, at all times and sets a curfew. 🫶🏻 Authors note: Just a tiny drabble, the idea just came into my head whilst I was at work and then hey presto this was made. Hope you enjoy the endless amounts of fluff 🫶🏻

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The drive to the bar is silent, apart from the hum of the engine and yours and his breathing. He’s focussed on the dark road, but has a hand firmly around your thigh, squeezing and stroking every so often. Gently moving it upwards taking your dress with it. But he’s only messing. Having his fill of touching you before you’re gone for a few hours.

Eventually he parks up outside of your destination, turns off the truck engine and turns to you. Smiling when his eyes meet yours. “Now don’t drink too much Baby, you know you’ll regret it tomorrow if you do.”

“I won’t!” you laugh.

“I’ll pick you up when you’re ready okay? Call me when you’re ready to go, don’t matter what time it is”.

“Okay, I will, thank you for dropping me”.

“No problem Baby, y’have a good night, stay safe, call me if you need me. And may I just say future Mrs Miller you look mighty fine in that dress, and I for one can’t wait to rip it off you later”. He growls leaning closer to your face before smiling adding “I love you, have fun!”

“Love you too” you kiss him before leaving the car. Blowing him a kiss as you walk into the bar entrance.

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A few hours later your friend calls Joel to pick you up, explaining you’ve had a little more to drink than you meant to and that it was just easier if she called you. Laughing about how you’re such a lightweight before ending the call.

He’s quick to come and get you. Laughing to himself because he knew this was going to happen; he knew he would be helping you home and into bed and more tonight for the usual reasons. He shakes his head at the thought of drunk you as he laces up his boots. The way you’ll be stumbling about, so talkative- more so than when you’re sober; everything about you is adorable. God, does he love you.

When he’s parked up outside the bar once more, he quickly enters, searching every corner till he finds your stunning figure standing out from the crowd.

“Hiii!” you slur running into his arms, hugging them around his neck after noticing him making his way over to you.

“Woah Baby, okay, you’ve definitely had a lot to drink haven’t you. Y’had a good time?” he laughs aloud slightly winded by the force in which you pounce at him.

“I knowww” you moan sincerely “I’m sorry but YES! I had so much fun! Like so much fun we haven’t stopped laughing and we were comparing our men and guess what, you won!”

‘He’s fit’ your single friend Lanni slurs pointing at someone on the dance floor.

‘He’s fitter!’ Your very taken friend Lisa replies pointing to another gross looking guy out at the smoking area.

‘Oooo what about him’ your other taken, but at the same time basically single (it’s complicated) friend Alison mutters.

The silence that follows is evident of their wanting you to join in on their game.

“You’re very quiet in this conversation ” all three of your friends turn to you when you don’t add your own sought out fit guy to the mix.

“Firstly, all three of your tastes are disgusting, I think y’all need glasses. And well secondly, I’m happy in a relationship I don’t need to be looking at other men!” you roll your eyes playfully.

Lisa utters excitedly ‘I’m in one too but I’m still playing!’

‘Ahhh, I know what it is’ Lanni adds laughing playfully.

“What?” you question as your other friends do too in unison.

‘I mean I know I’m not the only one thinking, she’s absolutely smitten with Joel Miller no wonder she doesn’t give a shit.’

‘I mean if I was with him I wouldn’t either’ Alison utters giggling.

‘He is gorgeous’ Lisa quickly adds.

You know they’re not wrong, that women constantly ogle him, want him, but he’s yours. All Yours! and always will be. So, you don’t mind joining this part of the conversation.

“He is absolutely gorgeous inside and out; the most amazing man ever. Why do you think I’m fuckin’ marrying him! He’s a literal God” you finally add.

‘Wit woo!’ Lanni jokes.

‘I mean I would’ Lisa jests.

‘Ugh and me.’ Alison sighs longingly.

“Okay ladies enough thank you haha, we’ve established he’s hot and he wins the competition on who has the hottest man, but enough ogling my fiancé, especially when he’s not here, he’s mine! Tell you something it’s a damn good thing I love the three of you the way I do!” You end on a fit of hysterics of which your friends join in. You must look like nutters in the bar, but you don’t care. Joel fucking Miller will always till the end of time be your happy place; your purpose.

“I won huh?” he grumbles keeping you close.

“Uhu, but you know the best thing about it, they might all think you’re hot, but” you lean into his ear adding whilst whispering “but I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.”

“You are aren’t you Baby” he mumbles back.

“Yeah! Lucky me” you giggle.

“Okay, well how about let’s get you home and into bed huh?”

“Okay but wait I need a wee first!” You jump out of his arms making your way to the bathroom stumbling embarrassingly so. So, he races to your side, holding you upright “Okay, come on Baby let’s go” he laughs, and you laugh with him mumbling “my hero.”

He helps you into a disabled toilet; knowing they’re larger and can fit more than one person, following you in and locking the door. He stares at you as you struggle to lift your dress holding it up whilst also pulling down your panties. Constantly losing your balance in your heels.

“Here” he chuckles as he quickly kneels “hold onto me I’ll pull ‘em down.”

You nod. Leaning on his shoulders as he curls his fingers round the lace and pulls them down to sit at your ankles. “Okay, stand up straight Baby” you do, he then stands, but you grab one of his hands holding it as you sit down on the seat.

He then goes to turn away but you yank his arm making him look back. Confused.

“Are you embarrassed Joel Miller?” you giggle “watching me on the toilet?”

“I no- I just thought you’d want some privacy.”

“Privacy” you laugh. “Joel this is one of - hiccup- of the least comising positions you’ve seen me in.”

“‘Comising’? Y’mean compromising? Jesus Baby you’re pissed” he laughs back.

“Meanie” you stick your tongue out at him.

“I’m a meanie? What for looking out for you? Hey you’re the one who’s gonna regret this in the morning not me.”

“Yeah well you’ll look after me you always do” you smile looking up at him from the seat.

“Yeah, you know I will. Love doting on you don’t I Babygirl.”

“Uhu”. You smile trying to stand yourself back up after wiping but to no avail. So instead, you make grabby hands at Joel like a toddler begging to be picked up. He hold your hands as he forces you up. Groaning as he does.

“Thankyou” you sing at him.

“That’s okay Baby, can you step outa them panties I don’t think we should bother trying to get them back up. Was hard enough gettin em down?”

“You’ll say it’s for that, but really you just want my knickers you perv” you laugh uncontrollably.

“Bita’ both maybe.” He grumbles shrugging, dirty smile on his face. “C’mon home time” he groans as he picks up your panties shoving them into his jeans pocket, before grabbing your hand and leading you both out.

He helps walk you to his truck, and to climb in, he even straps you in, forever a gentleman. He’s quick to round the truck jumping in himself and driving you both home in the darkness of the night.

“Joel” you mumble after a few minutes of silent driving.

He hums in response. Keeping his eyes on the road. When you don’t reply instantly he gets concerned “you feelin’ okay?”

“Yep, you’re just so pretty” you slur.

“M’pretty?” he chuckles lightly.

“Uhu, s’not fair” you whine turning in your seat to look at him. Stroking gently at his beard.

“Baby you’re plenty pretty. Men would line the streets for you if they weren’t so shit scared, I’d fuck em up.” He bends his head down slightly to kiss your hand as you brush just under his lips.

“Hehe, you’d fuck them up just cus you loveeeee me.”

“Course I would Baby, none of them fuckers are havin’ you. You’re all mine.”

You laugh and he joins you.

When you finally make it home, you’re super sleepy; on the verge of being asleep. Your body doing what it always does when you’ve had too much to drink. Joel lifts you out of the car closing the door with his boot before walking you to the front door. He has to put you on your feet to unlock it, but once inside he pics you up again taking you upstairs. You rest your head in his neck taking in his beautiful natural scent.

“Are you seriously sniffin’ me right now?”

“Uhu” you nod.

“You are one crazy girl” he chuckles.

“S’your fault you smell so good” you mumble shrugging.

He gently rests you on your bed once you make it to the bedroom. “Stay here Baby just gonna get a few things for you.” You don’t argue, you stay firmly where he put you so comfy on the edge of slumber. He’s quick on his feet grabbing you some paracetamol and a glass of water, with ice, just how you like it and he’s grabbed one of his t shirts for you to change into.

He peels off your heels making light work of the buckles you always struggle so much with. And then he helps you to sit up so he can pull your dress off over your head. Leaving you bare, having not needed a bra with this dress and of course the man had already pocketed your panties. “So beautiful” he murmurs straightening out your now ruffled hair. He grabs the t shirt and quickly puts it over your head, helping you to feed your arms through the holes and then there you are, in all your Glory; his favourite shirt buries you as you gleam at him with a smile so full of love. He passes you the water and pills next sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking a hand over one of your legs as he watches you take the tablets and then down the entire glass. “Good girl” he praises when you finish, you smile at him.

“I’m gonna quickly go top this glass up f’you, and get myself ready okay Baby, be back in a sec, you just get yourself all warm and comfy.”

He’s gone all of five minutes, but when he returns, you’re out like a light. Curled in on yourself, face squished into the pillow. He climbs in next to you and you instantly, instinctively in your sleep edge closer to him till your head is resting on his chest. He wraps an arm round you to pull you closer. “G’night Baby.” He murmurs kissing your forehead before he too finds himself encased in sleep. Content with drunk, sleepy you in his arms.

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[erule]

can I request prompt 9 with tasm! Peter Parker. The genre can be fluff with exes to lovers again trope pretty please <3

Can’t keep my distance | p.p.

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter comes to you for help, but he doesn’t know how painful it is for you to even look at him.  

Warnings: fluff, exes to lovers again, reader is a mind reader and was evil in the past, Gwen is Peter’s girlfriend (but no cheating), angst, jealous reader, mention of wounds

Word count: 620

A/N: hi! This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X Thanks for the request!! Sorry for the long waiting. You’ll find the prompt written in bold: “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now”.

You often wonder what would have happened if you wouldn’t have broken up with Peter in the past. Sure, you did it to protect him from your past since you trusted the wrong people, but now that they’re in prison and you’ve paid for your debts, there’s no reason to keep your distance from him. Except for the fact that he’s got a girlfriend. You couldn’t have predicted it, even if you have the power to read people’s minds. To be fair, you wouldn’t use it on Peter anyway. 

There were times when you wanted to call him, but stopped in time. There were days when his absence weighed on you like a boulder. Sometimes you even wanted to tear your heart out of your chest and throw it away. There were days when you saw him kissing with Gwen, feeling her lungs burn, but you resisted. Now, however, seeing him helpless as he wanders around your house barefoot seems cruel to you.

"Why did you come to me for help?"

“Because you don’t ask questions,” he says, while wearing a new T-shirt, since his costume was covered in blood. “Usually”. His sarcastic response doesn’t amuse you.

“I patched you up, I gave you some clothes, now you can go come back to your girlfriend. She’s probably worried about you”.

“So you’re kicking me out?”

“I don’t wanna help you, Peter. I’m out of the game, after everything that happened. It’s the reason we broke up in the first place. You didn’t want me to be evil”.

“I want you to be by my side, the good guys’ one,” he says, determined, standing in front of you, in your bedroom. This is too much.

“This is not right,” you say, shaking your head, heading to your bed. You sit on the edge of it.

“For you?”

“For Gwen”.

“Why are you suddenly so concerned about Gwen’s feelings? You didn’t even like her!” He exclaims.

“Because I was in her shoes and I know how it feels when you don’t come home in time,” you say, tears burning on the corners of your eyes. You don’t want to go further.

“I’m not coming home to her, tonight”.

“Why?”

“It’s not your problem anymore. Tell me why you don’t want to work with me. Is it because you’re scared of them?”

“I’m scared of me!” You shout and the vulnerability makes you read his mind involuntarily.

We broke up. We broke up. We broke up.

Peter looks at you as if he knows that you read his mind without his consent. He doesn’t seem furious, though.

“You’re afraid of what you could do in my presence, aren’t you?”

You gulp.

“Are you a mind reader too?” You ask, faking a smile.

“I just know you, I guess,” he says, coming closer to you. Your hand slips under his shirt, proving to yourself that he’s real and that you can have him again. 

You graze a wound on which you applied a band-aid and he grimaces in pain.

"Does it still hurt you?" You ask him.

“Yeah, but I feel better”.

“You should sit down”.

“Stop doing that,” he says, with a serious tone of voice but a playful sparkle in his eyes.

“Doing what?”

“Worrying about me,” he replies. “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now”.

You smile on his lips, whispering: “Well, maybe you should”.

That’s exactly when he embraces you into his arms and kisses you, fiercely, passionately, desperately. You can tell that he missed you as much as you missed him. You caress his cheek, letting finally your gaze to belong with him again. He’s smiling at you. 

Now looking at him is not painful anymore.

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