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elsmstrss · 1 year

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i wasnt gonna write anything today but i’m laying in bed rn and i was thinking !! (i know… first red flag) BUT:

ellie likes you wearing her clothes a little too much

tags: ellie williams x fem!reader , possessive!ellie , extremely self-indulgent , ellie wears boxers, because i said so, lapslock, smut (ish) , thigh-riding (hmm my favorite!) , dom!ellie, sub!reader

idk if this is a oneshot or a really long hc but enjoy !

it was a random afternoon in the middle of winter. you had invited yourself over to your girlfriend’s place, cold and reeking of horse as you’d spent all day at the stables.

you don’t bother knocking, pushing the door open, stepping inside, shedding your coat and throwing it over a nearby chair. you’re tugging your boots off, supporting yourself on the doorframe when you hear a shout from the bathroom, “babe! that you?”

you follow the sound of your girlfriends voice, sock clad feet pattering against the wood floors. you crack the bathroom door open, peaking your head in, smiling at the sight of her putting her short hair into a half bun. her forearms flexed with the movements and your eyes trailed over her tattooed arm.

“ellie,” you whisper yell, effectively spooking her, causing her to flinch and whip her head towards you.

“fuck babe what did i tell you about that shit? you’re gonna kill me one of these days”. ellie’s wide eyes and slacked jaw created the funniest look of bewilderment, causing you to let out a not-so-subtle laugh.

ellie scoffs but you notice her lips quirk as she tries to hide the smile creeping up on her expression. she suddenly pulls on your wrist and you stumble into her arms. she plops a big wet kiss in between your brows.

“ugh gross!” you complain, reaching up to wipe the damp feeling from your face but ellie beats you to it, thumbs gently rubbing at the crease there.

“oh you love it” ellie leans down for a second, less wet, peck on your lips, face scrunching up as she pulls back. “jeez you stink,”

you pout, ready to quip back but you couldn’t even argue. you did stink.

“wanna shower love? it’ll warm you up too,” you don’t even that you had been shivering until you feel ellie’s big, warm hands rub up and down on your arms, trying to thaw you out.

“i didn’t bring any clothes els. you’re just gonna have to deal with me, stink and all,” you tease. ellie just huffs out a laugh and and squeezes your shoulders.

“wait here.”

she comes back a few moments later, a stack of clothes on top of a messily folded towel. “here,” she places the tower of fabric into your arms and turns on her heels, “take your time, i’ll find us a movie in the mean time.” the door shuts behind her.

you turn the faucet on and strip your dirty clothes as you wait for the water to heat up. by the time you’ve removed all your clothes and jewelry, it’s scalding, steam filling the small room, just the way you like.

you instantly feel your body relax as it warms up from the shower. you wash the stable smell from your skin and hair, spending just a little longer than usual after rinsing, not wanting to leave the warmth just yet.

you finally turn the shower off, blindly reaching for the towel through the curtain, wrapping yourself up and stepping out. you stand in front of the mirror, clearing the haze from the glass with your hand, revealing a slightly blurry reflection of yourself.

you dry yourself as thoroughly as possible before turning to the small stack of clothing ellie had given you. it included an old, lived in gray hoodie and a pair of loose black and white plaid boxers. you shake your head, laughing to yourself at the mens underwear. ellie swears by them and often goes on tangents about how much more comfortable they are compared to women’s underwear.

“seriously babe, it’s actually so fucking unfair like??”

you pull the hoodie over your head. it smelled so much like ellie. it made you dizzy, her scent intoxicating and you couldn’t help the small throb in your cunt as a result.

you finish getting dressed and step out of the bathroom, steam escaping into the main room. you spot ellie on the bed, flipping through her dvd collection. without looking up she asks, “ok, what are we feeling? cheesy rom-com or equally cheesy thriller?”

“whichever one will make me want to rip my eyes out less,” you answer, joking but, not really.

“okayyy thriller it is,” she stands up and puts the disc into the player, “hey do you mind grabbing the re-“ she abruptly cuts herself off when she turns around and finally sees your figure.

you’re just standing there, ankles cross, hands playing with the frayed ends of the hoodie’s sleeves as you patiently wait for her to set everything up. you pretend not to notice as her eyes slowly drag up your legs, eyes slightly glassy as they trail up your body.

“grab what?” you ask, looking around the room. your only met with silence, “el!”.

that seemed to knock her out of her stupor, clearing her throat and stuttering out, “t-the um,” cough “ the remote. can you grab the remote please”. her voice dying off at the end, slightly hoarse.

you finally end up the in the bed together, ellie sat up, back against the head board, you tucked into her side. she’s stroking your hair and you sigh softly, settling into your favorite spot.

not even five minutes into the movie, you feel ellie shift and maneuver you, now half on top of her. she leans down and inhales. “fuck”.

you look up to see she looks almost like, in pain. “els what’s wrong?”

“nothing it’s just,” she moves her hands down, gripping your sides, “you smell like me.”

the tone of her voice, low and possessive, and slightly strained, causes butterflies to erupt in your lower stomach. ellie leans down and begins to leave kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking a little bit harsher each time. you bite your lip and sigh, trying to focus on the movie.

ellie knows exactly where to kiss and bite, leaving you squirming and desperate for more. “ellie,” you whine out, you sound out of breath already and you feel ellie smirk into your skin.

“what baby? gotta use your words,” she gropes the padding of fat on your hips, manhandling you to be fully on top of her. you want so badly to move, grind your hips down into her lap, feel some sort of relief but her grip on you is strong, keeping you in place.

“need it els, please”

“please what, pretty?” she sounds breathless herself, the sight of you needy and flushed on top of her like this makes a rush of arousal flood through her, needy for you too.

“touch me. please make it better,” words were becoming difficult, already slipping into that headspace, easily submitting to ellie. the slight embarrassment of being forced to voice your wants and desires makes you that much wetter and you know it won’t take much to tip you over the edge tonight.

ellie finally lifts you up slightly, angling her thigh up and grinding you down slowly onto her leg. the whine you let out would have embarrassed you but you’re far too desperate for any kind of stimulation to care.

“that’s it baby. look at you, so pretty in my clothes,” she groans out, just the sigh of you withering in her lap enough to make her cum right then.

you want more. you’re both still clothed and the friction against your clit is just barely enough but you can’t be bothered to stop and take it off, too far gone and chasing the feeling that’s building up, your lower tummy clenching.

you start to speed up, palms resting on top of ellie’s hands that are now on your waist and thigh. your moans and whines get louder and more desperate and ellie, who knows your body better than anyone, can tell you’re already close.

“yeah baby? already? such a good girl. my good girl. mine.”

you love when your girlfriend gets like this so you can’t help yourself when you spur her on.

“yours yours yours” you chant like a mantra. this causes something to snap in ellie because before you realize, you’re flipped onto your back, ellie slotting her knee in between your thighs. she pulls your hips back down and guides your movements, causing direct friction to your sensitive bud.

“oh- ellie!” you sob, it’s beginning to become all too much and your hands hold onto her forearms, nails digging into the skin there as you feel your orgasm building.

“gonna cum for me? that’s it love, take what you need,” it only takes a few more grinds and a particularly desperate groan from ellie above you that sends you over the edge, climax hitting you suddenly and hard. ellie talks you through it, leaning down and whispering sweet praises, lips grazing the shell of your ear

your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure wash over you, you spasm every few seconds as you come down from the high.

ellie gently removes her knee and settles into the sheets next you, pulling you into your chest. she places a tender kiss to the top of your hair and strokes gently strokes your back. you can start to feel your eyelids droop, suddenly exhausted.

you feel a slight jostling as a small chuckle escapes from ellie’s lips.

“m wha?” you mumble, lifting your head up to meet her eyes.

“nothin’ just that,” ellie pauses to tuck your head back into her chest.

“i think you should wear my clothes more often.”

#ellie williams x reader #i wrote this on my phone #pls excuse any weird formatting #excessive use of italics oops #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 3 months

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Sanemi is such a silent lover.

The things he does for you is so subtle that you don't even notice he's doing them until he leaves for a mission. For example the bruises on your hip, not from what you think.

You always come into the kitchen so sluggish in the morning stumbling in to pour yourself coffee or chug a few glasses of water, but when you make your way around the kitchen island you always run into it, mumbling incoherently while stumbling into Sanemi who is relaxing and reading with his tea. But you never bruise because it's his hand that takes the brunt of the pain, sliding to cover the edge of the counter when he hears the familiar sound of your feet dragging against the floors.

The flowers in the entryway are always fresh never fully wilting because Sanemi would rather commit seppuku before letting them wilt and ruin the entryway you had decorated so meticulously.

Sanemi is a quiet lover but his love is so loud.

#sanemi #i could go into great detail #i wrote this on my phone #kny #kny hashira #kny scenarios #kny x y/n #kny x reader #kny x you #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #kny sanemi #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi x you #sanemi x y/n

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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Run ghost run

second chapter

I had a thought. Danny hiding in Gotham to keep the infinite realm from starting a war. It plague my mind. So now I’m writing it.

A single warning was all humanity had.

The infinite realms would no longer allow the attacks on their people. They assured him that no matter the outcome he would be safe. All ecto beings and ecto contaminated were to be evacuated prior to the attack. As he and his friends were mostly or half human they would be sent elsewhere in time or perhaps a different universe if the need arises

Sam, Tucker and Jazz all knew what their afterlife held. Everyone else was up in the air.

He pleaded not to attack earth and argued that not everyone their deserved a war. He knew they couldn’t destroy the planet to preserve their own dimension as too many natural portals occurred. But the entire human race could be eradicated without impact to this dimension. They did agree to listen to his reasoning but only as upon his death he will be declared king. He had no power to control the realm or make orders until his coronation. The realm would remain under the councils guidance until he was a mature ghost.

They treated him like a child. According to them he was one. He had been half ghost for less than a year. He had only realized his rouges constantly attacking him was part of the culture when Pandora informed him. Them attacking him was to ensure he was well taught and ready for the realm. To them it was play fighting.

When he sealed away Piraha Dark it made them even worse. They wanted to fight him even more. He needed to be a better fighter and there was no better way to learn. They just wanted an excuse to fight him more like it. With the exception of skulker who was just hunting him to be a jerk. He didn’t have the luxury others did entering the realm, he would have to learn the culture not form with the knowledge.

Just as they demanded more fights with him they were over protective as well. One time when his parents were trigger happy in one of their hunts for him, Lunch Lady had used her meat to shield him from the blast. Technus had attacked Fenton works disarming the anti-ghost security system for a week. His parents had to figure out how to ecto proof technology it was funny to watch. While they were still attacking him and getting souped. They would protect him. His parent got so much worse. All ecto beings were scum. They were more determined to get there hands on a ghost. Time and time again saying they would tear them up molecule by molecule.

Clockwork was the only one who stood with Danny saying that one warning should be given. No more no less. The council immediately agreed with the master of time. With that the meeting adjourned and Clockwork gave him a message that when running he should follow the birds and bats as they would help. Clockwork then vanished like the cryptid he was.

When it came time to deliver the warning any hope Danny had of it working was lost. They weren't going to any higher power, not the president or governor not even the press. They would only hand the warning over directly to the GIW. They followed the ant-ecto acts, enforced the policies, it was their fault. They attacked and experimented on the citizens of the realm. It was up to them to rectify their offense.

How could Danny explain to them that the government agency would never turn it over? It wasn’t the norm for the realms, the warning or notice of attack was always given to the opponent. No reason to tell the press or government. They had no issues with the other humans but just the one group . If that group wanted to doom human life it was on them.

Danny managed to con his way into being there when the warning was handed over. He claimed it would be a good learning experience. He had a plan, and it was brilliant when the GIW threw it away he would grab it and hand it over to the news. The public was always antiwar. At least the records in the library said so. He assumed they still were Amity has been a closed off town. There wasn’t much from other cities or states.

Many residents have remained for generations, and no one really had social media. There was no point as everyone had their own cliques. Sam and Tucker had a few outside connections. Sam with activist and her ultra-recyclo-vegetarian group. Tucker was connected to a few tech geeks and video game friends. Personally, he only knew people from town.

He assumed a news source out of town would be the best deal. They shouldn’t have any problems with ghosts and these “supervillains”. An outside perspective could be just what they needed. There would be no bias against the infinite realms.

They were off to give away the warning a portal opening at the GIW in their base of operations. Frostbite summoned a wall of ice around them. The declaration was on a glowing green scroll. It announced the warning out loud, then proceeded to get brighter and brighter unit, it burst into flames and disappeared. There went his bright idea. As the scroll disappeared a glowing green circle expanded out until the light passed through them and continued on. The power it radiated was intense.

When the light passed through he was grabbed, and they went back to the ghost zone. It was certainly a learning experience. Learning the plan he made was no good. Politics were not his thing. He was dreading the days he would be expected to make decisions. He’d rather fight any day of the week. The citizens were definitely rubbing off on him.

At least Pandora and Frostbite agreed to try and keep everyone out of the human realm. They could not guarantee anything. Frostbite didn’t want to see the injuries a war would cause and the potential losses. Pandora simply said there were still people on earth she didn’t want to see suffer. Both knew they couldn’t stop a war, but they could delay it. If the anti-ecto acts were disbanded and those responsible punished no war would be necessary.

With a promise from the two to guard the portal he returned home. He planned to close the portal and erase his parents from the Fenton lock, it would only work for about a day. They would just reprogram it. 24 hours could change everything. He entered the lab via portal invisible. It was empty.

A ring of light

the door slamming open

Stomping down the stairs

He was face to face mid transformation in front of his dad

He really sucked at making plans.

Then it was all black

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 2 years

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More Than Friends (M)

Summary:

When Jeonghan starts acting weird, you start having trouble remembering that you and Jeonghan are just friends.

Reads gender neutral except for the anatomy

Warnings: Creampie :l, unsafe sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, fingering, teasing, not sure what else to add

You weren’t sure when it happened, but eventually you had started to think of Jeonghan as… Something more than a friend.

You had been friends with him for as long as you remembered and in the past the thought of dating him had been laughable. After all you figured you barely tolerated Jeonghan. He teased you relentlessly, and he was so touchy and clingy that the thought of you two being anything else was strange.

Your relationship had always been the same. Frustratingly close, and perfectly content with how things were.

Jeonghan had gone through his fair share of significant others, and you had too. Some found you twos relationship strange. Others saw it for what it was. Two people who got along and had always been together and didn’t really want that to change.

It was sometime around the middle of Jeonghan’s relationship with his most recent flame, a super sweet girl named Seungah that your feelings for him started to change. He didn’t usually date girls like her. He dated girls he argued with, someone that could challenge him, but Seungah was none of those things. Quiet, shy, agreeable. She didn’t like conflict very much.

Maybe that was what had triggered it. While Jeonghan was always nice to the people he dated he wasn’t quite like how he was with Seungah. He treated her like a princess.

It was odd, to feel the tinge of jealousy when he touched her, his hand falling light on her head as he bid her farewell for the day. He was so careful with her.

Of course, they ended up parting ways. The use of flame before was no poor choice of words. His relationships didn’t last long but Seungah had been the longest. You remembered one of the times he had met up with you and he had just been getting off the phone with her.

“Wow still Seungah? Seems like someone is ready to settle down.”

The look in Jeonghan’s eyes had been oddly serious. He hummed.

“Maybe.”

Jeonghan was always a little flirty. The people who didn’t like that didn’t make it past the first date. You had never minded it before.

But after his breakup with Seungah it was like you saw him in this completely different light.

He was sweet, how had you always taken that for granted?

Maybe he hadn’t always been like that.

You felt like he was treating you similar to how he had treated Seungah. Soft touches, small smiles, soft tone. He was still the same Jeonghan as you had known him to be.

Infuriating, teased you nonstop. But suddenly, you looked forward to it.

You and Jeonghan spent most days together and while you both enjoyed just sitting around inside watching movies and doing homework, you craved adventure sometimes. Jeonghan wasn’t the biggest fan of hiking trips, but he let you drag him on them regardless.

“Where are we again?” Jeonghan asked. You glanced at him, taking note of his overly dramatic expression of distaste. He had sunglasses on and a frown on his lips, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Almost there,” you replied. He hummed and reached for his drink. He had complained about getting up so early as to make a stop at the coffee shop you had insisted on going to but he certainly hadn’t been complaining once he got his latte.

You turned into the parking lot and climbed out of the car. You rummaged through the back for the map of the park you were in and as you rummaged through it Jeonghan came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck.

“I don’t suppose I can convince you that we don’t need to go on this hike,” he stated plainly. You were quick to worm out of his grasp, before he could make your heart rate spike too much. Your face dusted red so you made a point of using your hand to block the sun as if it was what was causing the color.

Jeonghan didn’t seem to see your behavior as anything strange. He looked away as you began to fumble with the map.

“My mouth tastes like coffee,” you mumbled absent mindedly as you looked at the map in front of you. Jeonghan chuckled.

“There’s no way,” he said sarcastically. You looked up at him.

“It does! Want to try?”

You were just joking of course. But Jeonghan didn’t seem to care. He leaned forward his hand cupping your face, his thumb touching the corner of your lips.

“Well, if you’re offering.”

Your face turned bright red, your heart thumping in your chest as your mind screamed at you.

He’s just your friend. He’s just your friend. He’s just your-

“Stop teasing me,” you said with a roll of your eyes. You batted his hand away lightly and looked back down at your map. Jeonghan hummed, you thought there was a hint of disappointment there, but you also thought that might have been a figment of your imagination. It was hard to hear anything with your heart beating so hard.

It took you a few minutes but finally your heart rate returned to normal. Not at the help of Jeonghan who had decided he was bored and had placed his head on your shoulder to stare at the map with you.

You cleared your throat and pointed at the trail you two were closest to on the map.

“This trail is only two miles round trip, and it’s supposed to have a really pretty waterfall,” you commented softly. He hummed and you felt the vibrations run through your body.

“If that’s the trail you want to go on,” he said. “This trip is all about you love.”

In the past when Jeonghan had called you love it had meant nothing to you, but now your heart was in your throat. You wanted to tell him to call you that again, you didn’t think you could ever get sick of hearing him call you that.

You reached up and patted Jeonghan’s head, causing him to pull off of you. You got back into the car, grabbing your bag, some water and a few snacks, locking the car.

“Okay, let’s go!”

As much as Jeonghan preferred being inside with you, he actually didn’t tend to complain on hikes. He liked to look around at the plants and he enjoyed listening to you talk about the day or the mushrooms or the animals that you hoped to see but never did.

Today, he was a little different. He was walking closer to you then usual, taking glances at you when your eyes were focused on something else. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to approach it so you just focused on ignoring it the best you could until you two arrived at the waterfall.

The waterfall was large, over fifty-feet and loud. Jeonghan wandered away from you for the first time, walking up to the edge of the water to run his fingers through the water. You watched him, just thinking about how beautiful he looked in that moment.

His eyes caught yours and you took a sharp breath of air, your eyes darting to the waterfall.

“How’s the water?”

He splashed you and you yelped, your eyes returning to his.

“Hey.”

He laughed.

“You asked.”

He stood back up and wandered over to you, his fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“I’m tired,” he stated a pout riddling across his lips. You raised an amused eyebrow towards him.

“And what am I supposed to do about it?” You asked him. He dragged you over to a rock and once you had sat down on it he rested his head in your lap. Your eyes widened, your heart skipped a beat. Jeonghan didn’t notice.

His eyes were closed.

“Wake me up in an hour.”

You weren’t sure what to do with him sleeping there. You didn’t know where to put your hands, you worried your breathing wasn’t even, you wondered if he could hear your thudding heart.

You slowly lowered your hands, one behind you, one in his hair.

You remembered idly when Jeonghan used to have long hair. He had cut it only a few years ago, just tired of having to keep up with the maintenance. Either way you thought he looked really good. You had liked to play with his hair a lot when it had been longer.

You ran your fingers through his roots, looking down at him. You wondered if he was still awake or if he had already fallen asleep.

“Excuse me.”

You looked up, embarrassed at having been caught looking so closely at Jeonghan. You forced a smile on your lips as you made eye contact with the lady in front of you.

“Sorry to bother you,” she said. “Do you know how to get back to the parking lot from here? We came on the Statehood Trail and we want to go back a different way.”

You felt your heart rate slow down ever-so-slightly and your smile softened, becoming much less forced.

“We came down the Green Falls trail,” you replied, you pointed towards where you had come. “That will take you right back to the parking in half the time of the Statehood trail.”

The lady smiled in relief.

“Bless your heart,” she said. She waved you a small good bye, and walked a few feet only to stop and look back at you. “You and your boyfriend are just so cute.”

Color rose to your face as you scrambled to correct the misunderstanding.

“Oh we-“

“My husband and I used to be just like you two,” she laughed. “Couldn’t keep our hands off one another.”

You tried again to find the words to tell this lady that you and Jeonghan weren’t dating but before you could even figure out what you were going to say you were interrupted again.

“You two have been talking for a long time. Should I get jealous?”

You looked down at Jeonghan in time to notice he had popped one eye open to look at you. The lady giggled at what Jeonghan had said.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it!” And before another word could be said she was making her way towards the trail.

“She left before we could really sell it,” Jeonghan said, a small pout flickering across his face. He sat up and then turned around so that he was facing you, his legs entangled with yours. He leaned in close to you, so close that your breaths intermingled.

“Do you think she’s still looking?”

Jeonghan’s eyes flickered down to your lips causing your heart to begin to race again. You didn’t know how he could keep doing this. How he could get so close to you and get so close to kissing you and somehow manage to not follow through with it.

You cleared your throat, breaking eye contact and looking back over to the waterfall. You took a few large breaths trying to calm your heart.

“We should get back to hiking don’t you think?”

The rest of your hike went on without incident. Jeonghan was still a little touchy, but nothing you weren’t used to. You thought that maybe something had been in the air that day and that was the reason that Jeonghan had felt the need to tease you so much. You tried your best to keep your relationship just like it had always been.

“Hey, hey, hey.”

You looked behind you as Jeonghan rushed up to you from within a crowd of students. He grabbed your hand. That wasn’t too out of character. You and Jeonghan held hands a lot. It was just normally you who initiated it.

“What’s up?” You asked. “I was going to study at the library.”

“I just saw Ryu,” Jeonghan hissed back. “Play along okay?”

Ryu was one of Jeonghan’s exes. One of the ones he was always in competition with. He liked to pretend that they were both trying to one up the other. Half the photos he posted on instagram were just to make her miss him.

Jeonghan quickly dragged you to the wall, pinning you against it. Your breath hitched as he glanced over his shoulder, presumably looking for Ryu.

His eyes flickered back to you and once again he closed the distance between you, you two were so close, your lips almost touching.

“I’m going to kiss you now okay?”

He hesitated and that was when something clicked in your head, reminding you that you had to abort mission.

You ducked out from under Jeonghan’s arm, sticking your tongue back at him from over your shoulder playfully.

“What are you trying to play at?” You asked with a roll of your eyes. “Ryu knows that we are just friends. No one would believe we were dating.”

Jeonghan’s body deflated a little bit, his shoulder drooping as his hands dropped to his sides.

“Yeah that’s true.”

He wasn’t making it easy to keep your feelings in check.

“Love.”

You looked up from your book to see Jeonghan, rather dramatically walking towards you. He dropped his bag on the floor and practically collapsed against you. His forehead rested on your shoulder and he let out a whine. You set your book down, instinctively raising your hands to his hair. When your fingers buried in his roots he leaned back to look at you.

“I missed you,” he mumbled.

You and Jeonghan hadn’t seen one another in a week. You had been really busy and he had been out of town anyways for an internship he was doing. You hadn’t expected to see him that day. If he was here he would have had to drive four straight hours and come straight to you instead of going back to his apartment.

“How was your internship?” You asked. He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he replied. His eyes flickered to your lips again. “I just really missed you.”

You resisted the urge to look at his lips. You resisted the urge to lean down and kiss him. Instead you cleared your throat looking over to where your book had been. Jeonghan barely missed a beat. He let out an exaggerated groan and rested his head against your shoulder again.

“I’m not leaving again.”

You nodded, running your fingers through his hair comfortingly, trying your best not to think about how close he had been to kissing you once again.

“Of course you’re not.”

And it just continued like that. At first the instances of almost kissing had been hard to manage, had made your heart race, but eventually you got really good at avoiding it.

You cracked jokes, you pretended to suddenly be concerned about something else, you just pretended as if he wasn’t abnormally close.

The more that you curbed the behavior the more frustrated Jeonghan got around you. He was always making excuses to be close to you, his game of almost kissing you becoming a habit that… Honestly you looked forward to.

You tried not to overthink the reason why Jeonghan had started acting like this. In the end it didn’t really matter why he was doing it. What mattered was that you two were friends. Just friends. And to think that suddenly you two would be something else was just hopeful thinking.

“Spider-Man?” Jeonghan asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you shuffled back over to him on the couch. “You know you have a problem when you own a movie that came out last year on bluray.”

You rolled your eyes as you joined him on the couch sitting so close that your shoulders brushed. Jeonghan seemed to think there was still too much space between you. He draped his arm over your shoulder scooting you even closer to him.

“It’s a good movie, arrest me,” you replied plainly. Jeonghan’s body vibrated beside you.

“I would love to see you in handcuffs,” Jeonghan said. “But now isn’t really the time is it?”

Your face reddened but you played it off with a laugh.

“Shut up and watch the movie.”

You weren’t really sure at what point of the movie Jeonghan had put his hand on your thigh but what you did know for sure was that it was slowly moving upward. It was barely moving. Like maybe once every ten minutes it moved just a little bit higher but it was moving. You thought that maybe rearranging the way you two were sitting would make Jeonghan realize where his hand was but when you moved to drape your legs over his and rest your cheek on his shoulder his hand returned back to its spot. His thumb rubbing small circles just above where it was socially acceptable for him to have his hand if you two were really just friends.

You shuffled around next to Jeonghan trying to calm your racing heart. You wished that you could convincingly say that you didn’t want his hand there. That you didn’t like the way his hand was growing closer and closer to your core. But you knew that it you opened your mouth to tell him to stop, you would just tell him how badly you wanted this.

Your face was burning as hot as your chest was and you wondered if he could feel how you were burning there on your thigh too. Your fingers tightened their grip in the couch cushions as you resolved that you had to do something or else Jeonghan’s fingers were going to make it to your underwear and he was going to feel just how wet you were.

You moved yourself further up into Jeonghan’s lap, just trying to move to the other side of the couch when you brushed against his dick and froze.

He was rock hard.

Jeonghan sighed, his lips right next to your neck. You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin.

“Guess my secrets out,” he mumbled. “I want you-“ He pressed his lips to your neck. “And considering how much you’ve been enjoying my hand on your thigh, I think you want me too.”

You pressed your lips together tightly, screwing your eyes shut. Your hands balled into fists.

“Jeonghan we are friends,” you hissed. “Good friends, I don’t want to ruin that I-”

“Can’t ruin a good thing with a better thing,” Jeonghan interrupted. You could feel his smile against your neck. “But if you tell me you don’t want to do this I won’t do it. As always, it’s up to you.”

His fingers rested on your hips while he let you think about his proposal. His breathing was even, it was actually really comforting against your neck. It helped you think… Almost helped you think that is. Because the more you focused on how good it felt the more you thought about how badly you wanted Jeonghan. You wanted to kiss him, and you wanted his hands on you and you wanted to feel his cock- You just wanted him. You needed him so badly.

“I want it,” you murmured. You were so quiet that you thought there was no way he could have heard you.

“Good answer.”

Jeonghan’s fingers slid up your thighs again, this time dipping beneath your shorts. His fingers toyed at the seam of your underwear.

“I’ve been wanting you so badly,” Jeonghan mumbled. “You’re all I think about.”

His fingers dipped into your panties, and as his fingers met your folds a low, guttural moan left his lips.

“Jesus christ, do you even know what you do to me?” Jeonghan asked. He laughed almost as soon as he spoke. “Well, I guess you can feel what you do to me.”

You couldn’t help it.

“Han how big are you?”

He felt huge pressing against your ass, and you had never even begun to imagine that he would be anything above… Well average.

“I don’t want to spoil anything,” Jeonghan replied his tone light. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Your heart leaped and your breathing increased by just a hair. Jeonghan hummed against you as he dipped a finger into your pussy. He pushed his finger deep inside you, making you keel over in surprise, a moan escaping your lips. Jeonghan’s fingers drew themselves from your pussy.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Fucking look at this.”

He raised his fingers into your face so you could see just how wet his fingers were. They were literally dripping.

He dipped his fingers into his mouth, moaning around his fingers as he sucked them clean.

“Oh, we should have done this much sooner.”

He dipped his fingers back into your underwear.

“I know your instinct is going to be to muffle your moans,” Jeonghan mumbled. “But I need to hear you moan like I need to breathe.”

He pressed a finger deep inside you again, making you moan again. This pushed him to set a sadistic pace of slowly pushing that one finger in and out of you. Pushing his finger just deep enough to draw a moan from your lips. After a few minutes you squirmed in his lap, small tears forming in the corner of your eyes both at the pleasure of having him touch you and the desire to have him deeper inside you.

“Jeonghan, please,” you begged. “You’re teasing me too much.”

“I’m savoring this moment,” Jeonghan replied, denying that what he was doing was in fact teasing you. “It’s not often that you spend the night with a man, and I want to earn my place.”

He placed a soft kiss to your neck, and as he did a second finger slipped into you. You craned your neck so that Jeonghan had better access, yelping when he took advantage of that and sucked a hickey into your neck.

“Just for tonight, you’re mine okay?”

Your heart sank a little at the thought of only being his for the night but then his fingers pushed deep inside of you and… You forgot for a second how to even breathe.

You spread your legs a little bit, and the action allowed his finger to slip even deeper inside of you. You whined and rested your head against his, panting softly as his fingers spread a little inside of you, a warm burn running through your body because of it.

“You sound so pretty,” Jeonghan mumbled against you. “I could listen to you moan for hours and never get sick of it.”

He pushed his fingers deep inside of you a few more times, scissoring his fingers in and out of you as he did so, and after a little he pushed a third finger into you. He hummed and pulled his fingers from you.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered. You did so without hesitation and he slipped his salty fingers between your lips. “Clean them.”

You sucked his fingers clean, making a point of being much faster then him. Once he was satisfied with how clean his fingers were he slipped his fingers from your mouth and urged you to get off of him.

You didn’t need to be told what to do. You scrambled to get your clothes off, your core burning with the desire of having Jeonghan’s cock inside of you. He was quick too, to take off his own clothes, not seeming embarrassed at all as he took you by your hips and pushed you back down on the couch. His hands pressed against your thighs forcing your legs open.

“I have been dreaming of tasting you,” he mumbled. His tongue darted from his mouth to wet his lips. “Fuck.”

He leaned down and pressed his tongue between your folds. You whined as his tongue traveled from your hole to your clit and back down again, dipping briefly into your core. The most infuriating part of it all was the noises that were leaving his lips as his face was buried in your pussy. Loud, desperate moans that sent vibrations running through your body. Your hips rolled up into Jeonghan as he ate you out, making Jeonghan chuckle.

“You’re a little desperate, aren’t you?” He murmured. “I thought I was the only one who had been yearning for you but you’re making me think otherwise.”

He paused for a second, peering up at you.

“Unless, of course, you’re a whore.”

Pleasure coiled through your body, and you quickly reached down to Jeonghan, burying your fingers tightly in Jeonghan’s hair to prevent him from returning his mouth to your pussy.

“Fuck me,” you said, your voice cracking in desperation. Jeonghan’s eyebrows rose.

“Yeah? You want me to?” His tone was a little airy, like he was teasing. Your grip tightened in his hair.

“Jeonghan, I can’t wait anymore,” you said a little bit more seriously. “Please.”

Jeonghan didn’t have to be told again. He got to his feet, spitting into his hand and rubbing the saliva over his cock before getting between your legs again, lining himself up with your pussy.

“You sure?” He asked you, his voice dropping an octave.

Your mind raced. If he did this, it would change your relationship with Jeonghan completely. It wasn’t like you two would be able to just pretend like you hadn’t had sex. Would you two even stay friends after this? It would be an awkward topic with Jeonghan’s next flame.

Yeah, we fucked, but don’t worry it’s not too awkward.

You should probably say no. You should try to go back while you two still could. It would be easier to pretend like Jeonghan didn’t eat you out then it would be to pretend you two didn’t literally have sex.

But you had been fighting off feelings for Jeonghan for too long. You couldn’t bear to fight it anymore.

“I’m sure.”

Jeonghan didn’t need convincing. He batted your arms up above your head, his hands tightening around your wrists and pinning you up there just as he slid himself into you.

The stretch of his cock sliding into you burned in a way that felt so good. You pressed your head back into the couch cushions, arching your back as he slid in. His pace was slow, agonizingly so, but you knew he was just being careful not to hurt you.

And the way you were panting probably wasn’t a good indication of being okay with how Jeonghan’s cock was filling you.

He finally slowed to a stop, deeply seated within you. You were wriggling, wanting to grab something but being unable to since you were pinned down.

“Fuck, Jeonghan, I feel so full,” you mumbled. He nodded and leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“I know love, I know,” he murmured. He didn’t loosen his grip on your hands, instead he watched you with careful eyes, enjoying how you were squirming.

“You’re sadistic, Han,” you mumbled. “I just want to touch you. I need to hold you.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes.

“Good, maybe you’ll finally know how I’ve felt these last few weeks. How badly I’ve been wanting to touch you, and hold you close and…”

His eyes flickered down to your lips again.

“I’ve been so frustrated.”

He slowly began to pull his cock from you.

“Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to get you to kiss me?” He asked. “All the fucking time, any chance I get, just trying to get you to kiss me I want you so bad.”

Your eyebrows rose briefly in surprise, but the expression disappeared when Jeonghan began to push back into you.

“But you kept acting like you didn’t know. Laughing it off and acting like you had something else to do.”

He suddenly went into you faster, his cock quickly pushing deep inside of you. You cried out in surprise.

“But I could hear your beating heart, you wanted to kiss me too.”

He didn’t give you a chance to explain, or to be surprised that he actually had been trying to kiss you. No, after that, his pace got fast. His thrusts were hard and deep and fast. You were desperate to hold onto Jeonghan. You wriggled out of his grasp and threw your arms up over his neck, tugging him closer to you.

Your eyes met, his moans soft and quiet as compared to your loud practical screams.

And then he surged forward, and his lips met yours.

You had seen it said in a show one time that the moment before the kiss, the anticipation of having your lips pressed to someone else’s was better than the actual kiss itself. But personally, you had to disagree. Your fingers dug into Jeonghan’s back as you both desperately practically inhaled one another. Jeonghan’s cruel pace didn’t cease. You couldn’t hold back anymore; the pleasure was becoming too much.

“J-Jeonghan,” you managed to get out. “I c-can’t- I’m gonna-“

Jeonghan growled against your lips, clearly not liking the fact that you had stopped kissing him.

“Then do it,” he mumbled. He tried to capture your lips again, but you dodged it.

“You can…” you trailed off, your face burning red as you panted with each thrust. “You c-can cum i-inside.”

Jeonghan faltered in his thrusts his eyes widening.

“Wh-“

“I’m on birth control and I…” You looked away from him. “I want you to fill me up.”

Jeonghan didn’t falter again. He captured your lips, his thrusts picking up again. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself coming undone, your pussy clamping around Jeonghan’s dick milking out his cum.

You practically screamed against his lips as his cum spurted deep inside of you, filling you up as his thrusts came to a stuttering stop. He let himself fall off of you, his dick slipping out of you and his cum begining to drip out too as he did.

You two laid there for a few minutes. Your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“Love,” Jeonghan whispered. You glanced over at him, and when you did, his lips chastely pressed to yours again. It wasn’t like it was before. Not one big, desperate kiss, but instead a numerous amount of fleeting ones as he pressed closer and closer to you.

A whine erupted from your lips.

“Han-”

“I can’t help it,” Jeonghan mumbled back. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long now.”

You grumbled but he didn’t care. He pressed his lips to yours again. When he broke that kiss you let your eyes flutter shut, leaning in close to him. He pressed another kiss to you, this time to your forehead, and you could feel him smile against you.

“Don’t leave,” Jeonghan whispered. You hummed.

“‘m not,” you replied. He huffed.

“I mean don’t leave me. Stay with me, okay? I know, I know my relationships don’t last long. And maybe I don’t treat my partners that great.”

He tugged you closer to him.

“But I’ll treat you great, and I don’t want to just go on and pretend this didn’t happen or worse not have you as a friend anymore.”

If there was any part of you that thought that he was lying it was culled by the fact that you could feel his heart beating in his chest. He was nervous. You couldn’t remember a time where Jeonghan had been nervous before

“Jeonghan, I don’t know,” you mumbled. You could feel how serious he was from the way his grip tightened on you. It was just for a second, but that second said everything to you.

“Give me a chance,” he mumbled. “I love you.”

You had never heard Jeonghan tell someone that he loved them. Never you, never any of his partners, never even his mother.

You felt your heart skip a beat, and you wanted to curse knowing that the reason one of Jeonghan’s hands was over your chest was so that he could feel it too. He leaned in closer to you again.

“Please.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Okay, I love you too. I really do I just- I don’t want to lose you.”

Jeonghan nodded.

“You won’t.”

And as you two fell asleep, Spider-Man still playing in the background you could only trust that he was right.

AN: This should be called three times Jeonghan tried to kiss you and one time he finally did.

#I wrote this on my phone #be honest if it's horrible #Jeonghan #Jeonghan Seventeen #Yoon Jeonghan #yoon jeonghan smut #Jeonghan smut #Seventeen smut #Seventeen Fic #Seventeen fanfic #Seventeen Fanfiction #Jeonghan Fanfiction #Jeonghan Fanfic

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iamthecomet · 7 months

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HI COMET

Could you please tell me, a fool, how Mountain loves to spend long afternoons with his head in between a certain water ghouls thighs? He'd happily drown there, happily take his last breath if it meant hearing that pretty siren song.

Ah yes, I can definitely tell you exactly how that goes. It would be my pleasure.

Trans!Rain: cunt, clit, dick. Used for his anatomy.

Beneath the salt musk, Rain tastes like clear, cool water. Mountain could live off of him. Ambrosia. All the water he's ever needed. Found between Rain's thighs.

He takes his time. Kitten licks over his swollen clit. Sucking blood flushed lips into his mouth to feel their softness against his tongue. Burying his nose into the trimmed curls just above where Rain's little dick juts out. Inhaling deep.

He'd stay here forever if he could. Lost in slick skin. Tongue dipping in. Dragging along ridges there. Licking as deep as he can. Listening to Rain gasp as he presses that unholy tongue to the spot that always makes Rain squirm.

Mountain loses track of time. Of the world beyond this room. This bed. Rain's knees tossed over his shoulders. One big hand wrapped around a thigh. Thumb rubbing circles over quivering muscle as he listens to his own blood pound in his ears, and beyond that, Rain. Whining as Mountain feasts. Breath hitching. Hips rolling against Mountain's mouth as Mountain fucks his tongue deeper into Rain and Rain grinds his dick over the proud slope of Mountain's nose.

Mountain lives for these afternoons. Early fall. The window thrown open. Breeze smelling like dying leaves. Rain's voice carrying across the grounds as he slips his fingers into Mountain's auburn waves and pulls. Holds on. Slicks Mountain's face as he chases his orgasm.

Mountain doesn't know what number this is. Lost count a while ago. Before the autumn sun started to set and dye the room amber.

Mountain replaces his tongue with two fingers fingers. Pressing up against the front wall, and Rain keens. Mountain risks a glance at him. At the lithe line of his body arched into Mountain's bed. Dark curls, sweat damp and everywhere. Cerulean eyes clamped shut. Mountain watches his gills flex and shudder. Wants to touch. Wants to drag his fingers over them, and then over the silvery scars under his pecs.

Wants to tell Rain how beautiful he is. But he has more important things to do with his mouth.

He sucks Rain's clit into his mouth. Laves his tongue over the head. Groans when Rain clenches down on his fingers. When his dick kicks on Mountain's tongue.

"Give it to me," Mountain says. Pulling back just far enough to talk. Unwinding his hand from Rains thigh to drag his fingers over his clit. Pulling the hood back. Lips ghosting over the tip as he speaks.

"Please, Rain. I'm so thirsty."

Rain's breath catches. The fingers in Mountains hair gentle. Caress over his horns. His scalp. They shake just like Rain's thighs.

It doesn't take much more, it never does. Mountain’s tongue flicking over Rain’s dick. His fingers fucking in and out. And Rain is gone. Moaning loud enough that Mountain knows everyone outside hears him. Breath catching. Slick gushing out into Mountain's palm, onto his tongue.

He laps it up. Licks his hand clean as he pulls it from the twitching clutch of Rain's cunt. Mountian kisses the inside of Rain's thighs. Catching every last drop.

Rain peers at him though slitted sky blue eyes. Panting. Sweat shining at his temples. Cheeks flushed.

"Still thirsty?" He asks, voice rasping.

Mountain smiles against the soft skin of Rains thighs. "Parched."

#comet writes #ficlet #river #trans rain ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain loves eating pussy #pass it on #mountain/rain #mountrain #ghost fic #trans ghouls #the band ghost fan fic #unedited #i wrote this on my phone #so if you see mistakes #no you don't #ghost fan fiction

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wolfiemcwolferson · 7 months

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*knocks on your door* Hi!!

24: Marriage of Convenience for Maxiel please! <3

I had to knock this down because I got ambitious!

Car accident mentions with minor peril but everything is fine!

Daniel is the one who suggests it, quiet and behind the motor home while Max takes deep gulping breaths, tears still on his face.

“We could, uh-“ he stumbles through it, “if you wanted, I could be the one to handle that if you ever-“

Max’s sharp teenage eyes pin him down and flay him open, like he can see the filthy idiotic thoughts Daniel had in the shower this morning.

“I just mean that,” Daniel coughs into his fist, “people have done it before, ya know. You don’t have to rely on him. I’d be happy to be the one on call, Maximus.”

“It is okay,” Max insists in that stubborn way he does, “I will not crash again. I will not have to go to the hospital again.”

Daniel doesn’t try and tell him differently. He doesn’t think Max would hear him anyway, so he lets it go, continues to stand with him while he gets his breathing under control.

Max doesn’t bring it up ever again so Daniel doesn’t either.

Not until they’re not even teammates anymore and Danny is asking about him in the media pin, feeling lightheaded and frantic.

Everything has shifted between them these days. They’re more colleagues than friends, but Max is in the wall and Daniel knows what’s to come for him - he still has friends in the Red Bull garage. He gets the gossip.

So, he asks because he needs to know, thinking about that offer from years ago. We could get married. If you didn’t want him to be the one to get that call.

And then he runs into Christian looking pale and unlike himself and he sighs, long and heavy. “I want to stay and chat, Daniel, but Jos is with Max and I’ve got to go.”

Christian is too smart and he never says anything without reason and so Daniel gets a little insane about it and that’s how he ends up at Max’s apartment in Monaco with marriage papers in his hand.

“You will sign these.” Daniel says as soon as the door is open. “Because I cannot stand what happened this weekend.”

Max is half naked - bare chested and blinking at him in confusion. He looks like he’s just woken up and Daniel knows he looks insane, but he doesn’t care.

“Sign.” He demands, thrusting them out to Max.

“I will sign them, of course, Daniel.” Max says, taking them from Daniel’s trembling hands, “but I will tell you that we must be friends again. You cannot do this to me, where you ignore me on the phone and just say hello to me in front of other people.”

Max is walking into his apartment so Daniel follows him, taking note of everything that has changed since he was last here, specifically so he doesn’t look at Max’s broad back like…when?

“Daniel?” Max asks, slapping the papers down on the counter. “You will come over for dinner?”

“Dinner. Drinks. Parties. Whatever, Maxy, just sign those.”

Max’s smile is blinding and…he’s not a teenager anymore. He’s -

“Would you like some coffee?” Max offers. “I have those pods you like.”

Daniel doesn’t linger on it. He doesn’t. Max is just…considerate.

But maybe he should have.

Because the guy he’s legally married to is like…way considerate.

He googles how to tell if your fake husband likes you likes you, realizes just how far he’s strayed from the plot and then closes that tab on his phone before opening it back up and looking up that porn video. The one he likes with the guy and the -

Fuck. Daniel realizes with a start, he looks like Max.

He goes for a run instead.

He’s got it under control.

He and Max are friends. They have dinner. Max kind of maybe dates this model for a bit and Daniel never asks for details but she stays over at his place sometimes and Daniel convinces himself that if Max were to ask him for a divorce it wouldn’t devastate him.

Because Max is kind of keeping his head above water.

The car is shit. McLaren is shit and the only thing he looks forward to are the four uninterrupted hours of Max he gets every race weekend.

Their debrief, Max calls it.

They eat together or play video games together or talk and they’re allowed because they’re married or whatever and things are FINE.

Daniel is in Australia.

He and Max have barely spoken in weeks - not since Daniel turned down the Haas offer. Even though he signs the third driver role with RBR and he’s going to literally be able to talk Max through all their shared data now, Max is furious at him over it.

“You will have to sit out races,” he had shouted. “Stuck in the simulator in England.”

Daniel didn’t get it, was just happy to be happy. Happy to have a break, a soft place to land, time to figure it out.

But Max had taken something personally and he was mad and Daniel was…trying not to think about it. In Australia. Drinking cheap beer and eating too much and exercising kind of half assed and riding dirt bikes.

He was LIVING.

And he’s in Australia when his phone rings - or Blake’s phone rings because Daniel’s is switched off and he can tell by Blake’s face that it’s bad.

“It’s dad, isn’t it.” Daniel demands as soon as Blake confirms that yeah, he and Daniel are coming.

Blake continues to gather things, ignoring Daniel and the dread grows. He’s dead. He’s dead.

“We’re getting on a plane.” Blake says, stuffing Daniel’s iPad in beside his own. “Christian set it up.”

And as soon as he’s said the name, Daniel know. “Max.”

Blake nods. “Yeah, he uh. He’s probably fine-“

“Probably?” Daniel’s voice isn’t even coming from his own body. He doesn’t know-

“Hey,” Blake grabs his arm. “Christian said he’s awake and he’s okay, but he has to have surgery and -“

“Fuck.” Daniel says, grabbing his keys, “fuck, I haven’t -“

He can’t finish that sentence. He hasn’t been around. He hasn’t done anything he’s supposed to do. He’s not even in fucking Monaco.

Blake rides beside him silently emailing or texting or doing whatever he’s doing and Daniel seethes all the way to the airstrip where there is a private plane waiting for them.

Daniel knows they’re in for a hell of a time traveling last minute, but it’s okay.

What did you do he texts Max before feeling guilty and sending I’m coming okay? Please don’t bite the nurses.

Max reads the messages but doesn’t respond.

He’s well out of surgery by the time Daniel arrives to the tiny hospital. He’s glaring at him standing in the door, arm casted to hell.

“You did not have to -“

“Shut up,” Daniel bites. “I want to be here.”

“You are just my husband on paper, Daniel.” Max accuses. “You have made it clear that you do not care about what I have to think, so why do you care that I have -“

Daniel is exhausted and he’s mad as shit and he smells like airplane. “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t care what you think?”

“You are not racing this year even though you could have been! So we will never see each other!” Max looks young again. Young and scared and like that kid Daniel first made that offer to. “You have been gone since the season ended and you have not called even though you said we would be friends,” Max opens his mouth to probably say more, but Daniel slumps down in the chair beside his bed and Max shuts him mouth. “I did not say you could sit. This room is for friends and family.”

“I’m you husband!” Daniel shouts, forgetting to point out that like, Max is in a hospital bed and absolutely not racing this year and he’s still mad at Daniel.

“Then act like it!” Max shouts back and Daniel puts his face in his hands and groans, feeling sorry for himself. “You should go,” Max says in that voice that Daniel hates. “I do not want you here.”

“Tough shit, Maxy.” Daniel whispers without looking up. “You signed the papers. I’m here. Pissed as hell at you, but I’m here and now you’ve got to deal with me for however long you will heal-“

“I will hire a nurse,” Max says, but Daniel ignores him.

“Because I’m not letting you injure yourself on your fucking iracing -“

“Daniel-“

“Because you’re too stubborn to heal properly-“

“You are not a nurse, you are not qualified -“

“I cannot believe you even agreed to this!” Daniel shouts, “when clearly you do not care about my opinion in the slightest!”

“I agreed to this!” Max shouts back, “because I am in love with you!”

Daniel is too shocked to move, just to stare at Max’s beautiful face and try and process…that he loves him too. That Max loves him -

“Well, I hate that we had to sacrifice our entire season,” Christian says from the doorway, “with Max out of commission, but thank god the two of you have finally admitted to that.”

“What?” Max and Daniel say at the same time before Geri steps around Christian, carrying a bouquet of flowers almost as big as she is.

Daniel stands up on instinct.

“A real wedding this time, none of that paperwork nonsense. Christian has already agreed to drive the getaway car.” And then she blinks at Daniel, handing him the flowers.

Max is still gaping at everyone, “Daniel does not-“

“Oh come off it,” Daniel says, “of course I do.”

“Oh,” is all Max says, suddenly looking pleased and smug. “Well in that case I think we should stay at your apartment while I recover. Your living room is better for physical therapy.”

Christian chuckles, clapping Daniel on the back. “We will get you back in no time. With your dedicated nurse here.”

Everyone laughs except for Daniel, he’s too busy staring at Max’s lips. Lips he’s never even kissed.

“Oh, Geri, my darling.” Christian says, “let’s give the kids a moment.”

Daniel forgets to even be annoyed or to make a joke, he just sinks down on the edge of the bed next to Max. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“Yes,” is all Max can say before Daniel is. Lips on his, eyes closed, frozen in time.

“I now pronounce you husband and husband.” Daniel says stupidly, but Max giggles anyway and Daniel is happy he asked him that day behind the motorhomes.

#I wrote this on my phone #Maxiel #Christian Horner gets to be the good guy as a treat #no I really don’t think he’s evil he’s just not MY TP ya know #anyway #ummmmmmmm #yeah

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peachesofteal · 1 month

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Part two of scary bar Simon PLEASE like go insane go crazy go manic

18+ dark content.

The town is sleepy.

So sleepy, most people in the single pub you've managed to find seem shocked to see you. They stare at you like they've never seen a girl before, like your very presence offends them.

And maybe it does.

When you fling yourself at the bartender, eyes wide and frantic, trembling, dirt stained hands trying to reach for her, she only stares at you.

You made it this far. They didn't follow you. They haven't found you. They don't know where you are.

You have a chance.

"P-please. I need help." You whisper. "I've been kidnapped... these men... they took me." Your voice cracks and shakes, rough foundation of your sanity slowing chipping away like peeling paint, layers and layers of lead leeching into your blood. "Please! The men, who live in the old estate, they t-took me."

"What men?" She asks, eyebrow raised.

"Call the police, please." You snuff out a scream, raw and agonized, red tipped with rage. It combats the sinking ship of despair, the one battered by the seas, bow broken and wooden slats splintered.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She tells you, each word bland on her tongue.

"Just... call the police. Call anyone." You turn, glancing at the next closest person, and they avert their eyes quickly, glancing at her before shaking their head.

No.

"What?" You choke on it, the disbelief like a rock lodged in your throat. No one in the pub makes eye contact with you, and the room is silent and still as you stand before them, listless and tearful, begging until your words run dry. "P-please, please. They're... they took me. I want to go home. I need to go home."

"You are home." The Manchester accent rings at your back, and you flinch instinctively, stomach dropping into a bottomless pit. He ducks through the doorway, floorboards groaning beneath massive weight, and they echo across the dead space between your ears.

Your captor. Your abductor. Your everything… now. Dark, fathomless eyes. Heavy, severe gaze, drowning your rational thoughts out easily.

"N-no." You glance around frantically, but everyone's eyes find their feet. No one stands to help you. No one seems to care. "No. No... please."

"It's time to go home."

"Please." You cry, tears blurring your vision. You hold your hands out in front of you, trying to create distance, but it's no use. He's on you without hesitation, and when you twist and squirm in his arms, trying to grab onto one of barstools, he pries your fingers free one by one, clucking his tongue.

"Alright, that’s enough little one. You’re scarin’ everyone in here.” His eyes pinch at the corners, sinister smile twisting beneath the mask. “We’re going home…” he cradles your cheek, rubbing a thumb through your tears.

You can only stare at him in horror when he lowers the black fabric to stick it in his mouth, lips cracking into a grin.

“Now.”

#I wrote this on my phone #so mind the mistakes #Ghoap x reader #peaches asks #peaches writes

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skzddicted · 2 years

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💭 soft chan thought..

you’re laying on your shared bed, scrolling through your phone while chan is sitting at his desk working from home because he didn’t want to leave you alone when you’re sick but he also has work to do that he really can’t afford to be procrastinating. he’s about to finish up and call it a day when he hears you giggling, giggles barely audible and high pitched since your voice’s been hoarse the last couple days. chan can’t help the fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips at the sound and sight of you being all giggly staring at whatever’s on your phone, and not long after he’s throwing himself on top of you attacking you with cuddles talking about how cute you are.

#yes i am sick myself #and #yes this is very self indulgent #i wrote this on my phone #in like 5 mins max #bc i was too lazy to start my laptop #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #skz #bang chan #skz bang chan #bangchan scenario #bang chan fluff #bang chan thoughts #bang chan soft hours #chan soft thought #chan #sick reader #sick fic

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a-strange-echo · 5 months

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Distracting kiss

Pairing: Daniel Brühl x gn!reader

Summary: Reader is feeling lonely on the set of Falcon and the Winter Soldier and just want some attention from their husband.

Word count: ~~

Warnings: PDA, reader is mischievous, fluff, only one French sentence and one in Spanish.

Author's note: I don't think I will finish the flufftober, I have been really busy and lost the want to write, this is the first thing I have written in a few weeks so... yeah. Also, it's my first time writing for Daniel Brühl so please, be indulgent. (There are not enough fanfics about this man, I swear-) AS ALWAYS: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGAGE

Author's feelings: I quite like this one, especially since it's been a while since I wrote and posted something.

The cast was on a break after the whole afternoon of shooting for an episode of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier series. There was only one scene left to shoot, and while some actors preferred to laugh together or eat something, Daniel was sitting on a chair rereading his script.

Y/N wanted their husband to spend more time with them even if they knew they technically were at work. They watched him from a few feet away. He seemed so entranced in what he was doing. His eyebrows were scrunched in a little frown they wanted to kiss away so badly, his delicate lips in a small, concentrated pout.

'He looks so cute.' Y/N thought, and they were sure they had a dreaming and love-sick expression on their face that anyone could see, but they didn't care.

"Why don't you go get your man?" A deep voice pulled them out of their reverie.

"Don't scare me like that, Seb!" They chastised with a slap to his arm.

"You just were so busy staring at Daniel that you didn't hear me talking to you." He clarified before taking a bite out of his pastries. "But anyway, go get him." He repeated as he pushed them slightly towards their husband.

"You know what? I have a better idea." They said with a mischievous smirk and departed in Daniel's direction.

Y/N sneaked behind him, being careful not to be heard. When they were close enough, they slid their arms around his neck, bending a little to be able to rest their head on his shoulder. He was a little startled at first but relaxed when he realized it was only his partner. He turned his head toward them and smiled back at them before going back to memorizing the script.

Y/N wasn't having it. They nuzzle their face in his neck before placing a slow, deep kiss on his neck, right below his ear. He leaned into the kiss, his eyes closed and a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"I love you." They whispered against his skin.

He didn't have time to fully understand what Y/N said before he felt them pull away and leave.

When they turned away, going back to Sebastian, who witnessed the whole thing, they had a satisfied smirk on their lips.

Daniel tried to focus back on the task at hand, but it seemed like the kiss sucked out all of his focus. He tried and tried to read the text, but he just found himself re-reading the same line again and again. After a few frustrating seconds, he found himself standing up and walking where he knew his lover would be: talking to their best friend Sebastian.

Y/N counted down out loud the seconds it would take their husband to go to them. And right on time, they felt two strong arms wrap around their waist and their husband's head on their shoulders. Y/N bend their arm to play with the man's hair just like he liked it with a smirk still plastered on their face.

"Hola, mi amor." He purred against their neck.

"Coucou, mon cœur." They smiled at him. "Told you I had a better idea, Seb." They teased the man who had a smile stretched on his face.

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Translation: "Coucou, mon cœur" -> "Hi, sweetheart."

"Hola, mi amor" -> "Hello, my love"

#daniel brühl #daniel brühl x reader #fluff #fic #nonbinary #non binary character #original work #i wrote it #i wrote this on my phone #i love him #i love this man so much

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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eddie. anal.

man would go FERAL for it, it’s such a taboo because most girls aren’t down for it for a one night stand cause it involves a lot of prep.

but you? you’re an innocent girl at school, one that eddie feels like a scumbag for imaging when he jerks off. the dainty bows in your hair, your soft hands that he feels when you pass him a pencil in class, your kind eyes when you say hello to him in the halls.

one day you dropped something and bent down to grab it, giving him a peak at your pink panties as your skirt rode up. he could see the curve of your ass and a bit of the plumpness of your pussy.

he could almost growl at the thought of bending you over a lunch table, a counter, literally anything just so he can put his grimy hands on you.

it only gets worse when you two start becoming close, which was proceeded by you being one of the only kids not making fun of hellfire and being actually impressed by the creativity. (especially the fairies involved, he loved how excited you got when he mentioned that)

he thought maybe the sexual tension was just on his end, he definitely knew his perversion was because the way you looked at him didn’t have an ounce of naughtiness behind it. but he did notice a neediness.

the kiss happened after listening to music for awhile, the beat finding its way between the both of you as your hips grinded against his. he had to pull away, just to watch you, knowing you had revealed to him a few days prior you had only kissed guys. not made out, just kissed, and it was only 2 of them during freshman and sophomore year respectfully.

“eddie i want you but i’m trying to wait.” you sigh, his dick still twitching as he felt your wet pussy. he was such a pervert.

“its okay, we can just keep doing this if you want?” he suggested, sitting up straighter.

“well…” you bit your lip and blushed at the thought, “some girls i know said what they do is they do it the other way.”

eddie needed to confirm what he thought you just insinuated, that he should do the infamous religious loophole. it was confirmed when you guided his hand to the swell of your ass.

a jumble of clothes thrown off led to you on hands and knees on his bed, him standing at the edge with his knees barely resting on it. putting on a condom and grabbing lube, he took a deep breath.

you kept your bra and panties on, giving you some modesty as his finger dragged the part above your asshole to the side to put a finger in. you gasped at the intrusion, the lube making his fingers glide in and out.

“feel good, baby?” he asked, the pet name falling out without much thought.

“mhm, strange but good.”

he continued to help you stretch, adding another finger and spreading them as wide as he could. once you had gotten more into it, he lined himself up, easing in his tip.

the cry that left your lips made his chest sting, but his cock throb. he squirted a bit more lube before guiding himself further. he thrusted in and out, only about half way inside.

“you’re doing so good.” he groaned, feeling the slight clench at his kind words. he added more of himself until he was flush against you, balls hitting your clothed pussy.

the faint touch against your dropping center made you cry out, his hand rubbing circles into your hip. he created a gentle pace, watching as he disappeared into you.

he could tell you were tense, upper body still rigid despite your attempts to fully submit into the pleasure. he called out your name, you nodded to give him a sign you were listening.

“you want to try on your back?” he suggested as you agreed, slipping out of you to help flip you around.

“want to take these off?” he questioned, toying with your pink underwear, and while you contemplated it, you knew it would be more comfortable so you rid of them.

as eddie began fucking your ass again, he watched your cunt drip onto him below and sliding all the way down to his balls. he leaned down to give you a sweet kiss.

“is it okay if i rub your clit? i think it might help you feel better.” he said, hand resting on your naval.

“please.” was all you could come up with as his fingers found the bundle of nerves. he had a flash of panic about a noise complaint when you left out a loud cry, back arching at the stimulation.

his forehead rested against yours, attempting to control himself to not fuck you too intensely.

“have you ever played with this cute little pussy?” eddie inquired, genuinely curious with a mix of saucy talk.

“no, i don’t think so.” you whimpered, “but this feels good.”

he leaned up to look down, watching as you took his dick so well in your tightest area, your clit becoming more red as he continued to play with it.

“your pussy is so needy, look how wet you are. need to play with her, okay? can you do that for me?” he asked, on the brink of it just by thinking of you rubbing yourself to the thought of this moment.

he heard your moans become more rigid, kicking your sock clad feet out a few times in a row subconsciously.

hearing you hit your peak made him finish inside the plastic covering, feeling your ass relax as he hissed. he made sure to tear his eyes open to watch you come, your eyes clenched but mouth wide open, an angelic series of cries as you succumbed to the pleasure.

he noticed as he pulled out that your pussy clenched then pushed a bit of your release to the entrance. he wished he could just fuck you to oblivion, making his bed shake from how intensely he moved in and out of your throbbing pussy.

“thank you eddie, that was wonderful.” you sighed as your hands rested on your bra clad chest, sounding far too innocent for a girl who just got sodomized in a metal guys trailer.

but that was just who you were and he was glad. he loved that you didn’t feel guilty about it, just wanting to experience it and trusting him enough to engage in it.

he helped you redress, checking in to make sure you felt comfortable and not in too much pain. he got you something to eat from his kitchen, nothing too exciting, just some cereal.

he could’ve been embarrassed until your face lit up, “that’s my favorite kind!”

the next day at school, when you gave him a kind smile, he noticed the faint stutter in your walk. feeling sorta guilty for being the reason, but being way too proud of the fact he got to help you.

so while eddie may be a bit of a pervert, it can work out in his favor, especially when innocent girls want to have some fun

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