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oneforthemunny · 1 month

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home is wherever i'm with you |hockey player!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: life on the road during hockey season is far less glamorous than you thought it would be. homesick and lonely, eddie tries to get you feeling better.

also special thank you to @angietherose for the name of the au hockey team :) eddie is officially on the indy reapers! thank you to all who voted as well!

contains: fluff, but there is slight angst at the beginning. mentions of loneliness, a little depression. slight-ish tension or strain on the relationship, but you know i make it happy at the end lol. language.

Pasadena, California - 1993

Day seventeen on your six week excursion with Eddie. Well, excursion was a generous thing to call what this was. You were feeling more like a groupie for the Indianapolis Reapers, a puck bunny as Eddie’s teammates snickered, brows raised in suggest when they’d pass jersey clad girls lingering around their buses. Stop after stop- press, practice, training, games, all over the nation.

A suitcase full of clothes you’d grown sick of already, longing to go home and trade them for something different, washing them in the sharp, sterile detergent of the hotels. You longed for your own sheets, perfumed with your own detergent.

Eddie was gone for most of the day. You tried to sightsee on your own, explore the cities but it was lonely, lacking someone to giggle with over lattes, to hold your hand in the street, just to talk to. The other WAGS that came along, stuck out the long haul across the states, clung to each other, comfortable in their own little clique. You were too new, an outsider to their group.

“Hey, babe,” Eddie pressed the key into the lock, twisting the heavy latch open. “Babe, do you have that stuff? Did you bring it?” He hummed, dropping his bag at the door, kicking off his sneakers.

His nose curled at the pungent smell, ripe from the warming weather of California. “Jesus Christ, I gotta wash this stuff. I’m sorry, I’ll put it in the laundry thing.” Eddie hummed, sliding the slotted closet door open. “Can’t believe how warm it is here already. Feels so nice outside. You’ve been outside today, sweetheart?” He rambled, sweetly, tossing the powdered detergent into the washer, shoving the workout clothes from his bag into the tiny machine.

The steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room, his only response. Eddie’s brows lifted, jamming the button of the washer, sliding the door back into place. He didn’t remember hearing you say you were leaving today, but he had taken a pretty hard hit to the glass during practice, ears still ringing dully.

“Baby?” Eddie called, opening the bathroom door, empty of you other than the scattered products on the vanity. Heavy steps on the patterned carpet, Eddie walked into the bedroom suite, halting at the edge of the crumpled sheets.

You laid on your side, still in what he’d left you in that morning, eyes puffy and red rimmed looking motionlessly out the window. “Hey, I thought you- I was, uh, I was just talking but-” Eddie’s heart beat in his throat, uneasy at the sight of you, crumpled in the sheets. “Are you ok?”

You turned, cheek still pressed to your arms under the pillow, just enough to see him- all wild curls, matted and frizzy with helmet hair. “Yeah,” You croaked, throat scratchy and sore with sobs that had stilled hours ago, still you were plagued with the aftershocks of weeks of suppressed emotion.

“I- I’m not trying to sound like a dick or anything here, but you’re clearly not.” Eddie said softly, slowly approaching the bed. The bed dipped under his weight, a warm hand rubbing over your ankle under the cool sheets.

“Baby,” Your face crumpled at the coo, so sweet, gentle, it made your nose burn. “What’s goin’ on?” Eddie muttered, thumb circling your ankle bone gently.

Your nose burned with a slow, shaky exhale that he felt, rattled all the way down your body under his touch. Eddie’s heart dropped. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie’s voice was softened but sharp, teetering on frantic. You turned, looking at his wide eyes, running over your frame in worry. “What’s goin’ on? What’s the matter?”

Your lip wobbled, head screaming words you couldn’t bring yourself to say- you didn’t know how to say. “I just-” You took a breath, chest stuttering. “I don’t… feel good.”

Eddie’s brows creased, crawling up the bed beside you. “Don’t feel good, like, sick?” He muttered, the back of his hand pressing to your palm. “You don’t feel hot t’me. What hurts? Is it your head still? I told you, baby, that hippie dippie shit only works so much. You have to take medicine-”

“-No,” You shook your head, eyes squeezing tightly to keep your tears at bay. “It’s-it’s not that.”

Eddie blinked carefully. “What? Is it, like, the time of the month? D’ya need me to go get some stuff for you? You know I don’t mind to. Not a problem for me, baby, just tell me what you need.” Eddie’s head tilted to the side, so sweet and doting, it made your chest heat with swarming guilt and adoration.

“I’m not on my period. It’s nothing, Ed.” You shook your head, curling back into your pillow.

Eddie stilled above you. “Are- Are you pregnant?” He whispered.

“No.” You groaned quickly, head shaking into the warmth of the pillows.

Eddie sighed lightly, a huff of relief that fell short, when your body turned from him, back towards the window with a long inhale. “Hey, can you- can you look at me? Please? Look at me, baby.” Eddie’s pitch raised, teetering towards scared, his hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently so you rolled on your back.

He hovered over you, curls falling down nearly brushing your cheeks. “Tell me what’s going on. Please? Tell me what’s wrong.” Eddie whispered, nearly a beg. “You don’t feel good? You don’t feel good here?” His throat swelled, tight with fear. “With me?”

Your silence had Eddie’s stomach twisting, dropping with fear, bile rising in the back of his throat- he was going to be sick, he was sure he would be.

“No,” You muttered, head shaking lightly under the pillow. “Not with you, just,” You reached up, nervously twirling his curl around your finger. “Just with this.”

Eddie swallowed, willing himself still, calm, though his heart felt like it might give out. “This? Wh-What do you mean this?” Eddie’s voice shook.

You blinked up at him, eyes rounding in a sad softness he hadn’t seen before. “I just… I miss being home.” You whispered, eyes glossing with a fresh wave of tears that pricked your waterline. “I miss seeing my friends, and being in my own bed, a-and even work. I just,” Your breath hitched, lip trembling. “I’m just really lonely.”

Eddie was sure his heart did give out, break right in his chest, sunk right to the pit of his stomach. “Do you- You wanna go home?” Eddie’s hand ran down your cheek gently. “That’s what you want? That would make you feel better?”

Your face crumbled, caved into itself at his tone. “I-I don’t know.” You admitted, eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears in. “I don’t want to leave you, b-but I don’t-” You pressed your palms to your eyes, taking a slow inhale through your nose. “I just don’t want to be alone so much. A-And I know that’s not your fault. I know you’re working.”

When your eyes did meet his, Eddie wished they’d stayed closed, heartbreakingly sad, vacant of that light that usually shone through, brightening anything cast in your gaze. “I just… I’m feeling homesick, ‘m sorry.” You muttered. “I just really miss home, and I’m having a bad day.”

“You don’t- Don’t apologize.” Eddie shook his head. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were feelin’ like this.” Eddie swallowed, pulling you up gently. Your body was slack, limp with unmotivated movement, but still, you settled into his arms. The tension in your body melted, nose buried in the material of his shirt, lathered in cologne and the hot California air.

“I have a half day tomorrow.” Eddie muttered, his heart beating fast, you could hear it, feel it. His hand smoothed up your back. “We’ll do something. Go exploring and stuff. Do some fun stuff.”

“You’re ‘sposed to rest.” You muttered, cheek squished to his chest. “It’s before your game, you’re supposed to be resting.”

“Yeah, but that is resting.” Eddie shook his head gently. “I’ll be alright. Promise. Played after way worse. Me and Josh used to come in hungover, vomited on the ice one time.” Eddie’s chest rumbled with soft laughter. “Pretty sure we’re the reason that rule’s in place now.”

Your lips curled, even through your sullen, dazed mood, you couldn’t help it. Clinging to him tighter, you moved into his touch. “Coach just means take it easy like, don’t go get fucked up and actually sleep the night before.” Eddie muttered, chin tucking down onto your head. “C’mon, lemme take you out tomorrow. Me and you. Go anywhere you want.”

You didn’t reply. Instead, sighed gently, settling into his hold.

Eddie was restless through all of morning practice, hands buzzing, ready to run to the rental car at the first dismissal. Shower be damned, he’d take a quick one at the hotel, he couldn’t be held up any longer.

“What’s goin’ on with you, Munson?” Elijah muttered, next to Eddie in the huddle on the ice, the coach’s droning about protocol for the game.

“Nothin’.” Eddie whispered back, twisting his stick in his hands. “Just wish he’d fuckin’ hurry up.”

Elijah’s eyes cut to Eddie, snorting lightly. “You got somewhere to be?”

“Yeah, I do actually.” Eddie sighed out. “Gotta get back. Promised my girl I’d take her out.”

Elijah’s brows raised. “Shit, you brought her with you?”

Eddie’s shoulders tensed. “She wanted to come.” He muttered defensively. “I mean, she wanted to. Now it’s kinda fucked, she’s-” Eddie’s eyes cut around him. “She’s kinda homesick.”

Elijah nodded slowly. “Yeah, that happens.” He fought back a smile. “When’s the last time you took her out?”

Eddie’s eyes cut to him, defensive with accusation. “It’s not like that. I take her out.”

“Yeah? On the off day? After we’ve traveled all day?” Elijah snorted, shaking his head. “C’mon, Munson. Believe me, that doesn’t count.”

Eddie ignored him, gripping his stick with furious annoyance. The fuck did he know? He didn’t know anything.

“Look, I’m not tryna piss you off. I did it, too. Just- believe me, alright? That one day shit doesn’t work.” Elijah pressed gently.

“Hey, I got it, alright? I’m good.” Eddie growled.

Elijah held his hands up in defense. “Alright, I’m just saying, when it was me,” He started. “I wasn’t meaning to. I just wasn't used to it. Had my own road routine and tried to fit her around it instead of into it. Thought it was going good until it wasn’t.”

Eddie stilled, silent but shoulders slumping lightly. “You gotta change your routine, find a way to fit her into it. She’s on the road too, not just you.” Elijah continued.

The coach whistled, waving them in dismissal. Eddie blinked, pulled out of his daze, lifting his helmet and stick with him. Elijah nodded at him. “Have fun tonight, Munson.” He smiled softly. “Make sure you take her somewhere nice.”

Elijah’s words rang in Eddie’s head all the way back to the hotel, only a short drive from the arena. Eddie nearly threw his keys at the valet, sliding into the elevator shamelessly, bouncing on the balls of his toes until he reached your floor.

You startled when he came in, sitting at the vanity, doing your makeup. “You’re done already?”

“Yeah,” Eddie muttered, ducking down for a kiss. “Just gotta shower real quick, but are you hungry?” He shimmied his workout sweats onto the floor, kicking his socks off with them.

Your eyes lingered over his bare lower half for a second, turning back to paint your mascara on. “I’m not starving.” You mumbled.

“Alright, good, I was gonna see if we could go to this place. I think you’ll like it.” Eddie grinned over his shoulder at you, the hiss of the shower coming to life. “Some guys told me if you’re in Pasadena you gotta go here.” His smile so wide, eyes sparkling in the dim yellowed light of the hotel bathroom, it made your tummy tingle with warm excitement.

“Promise you’re not looking?” Eddie mumbled, hands over your eyes, waddle-walking awkwardly behind you, pressed close to your back.

“Swear I’m not.” You grinned. Eddie was right, it was beautiful outside. Warm and bright, light illuminating his hands that covered your eyes with a reddish glow.

“I can feel you trying to. Your lashes are tickling me.” Eddie muttered, leaving you giggling. “Ok, just- you know what, this is good enough. I’m scared you’re gonna trip.” Eddie said, lips curling at your soft laugh.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” You could hear Eddie’s grin in his voice, a breeze floating between the two of you.

“Yes.” You giggled, Eddie’s chest swelling at the sound. “Just show me. Your hands are clammy. They’re gonna smear my mascara.”

“Shit, sorry.” Eddie muttered sheepishly, a blush spilling on his cheeks, pulling his hands away so they were still in front of you. “Ok, ready?”

“Eddie-”

“-Sorry, Alright, one, two,” Eddie moved his hands, smiling proudly in front of you, a pinkish looking building behind you. “Here it is! Surprise!”

You blinked. “Oh.” You quipped softly.

Eddie blinked, smile falling. “What? I thought you’d- You don’t like it?”

“No,” You shook your head. “I mean, no, that’s- Where are we?”

“Oh,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “Shit, I thought you’d know. Uh, apparently this place is supposed to be like the place for flowers, y’know? Pasadena has that flower festival thing, but it’s not until later and I know you like to go to the cool places, and-” Eddie motioned to the store behind him.

You took in the building, spilling over with plants you could see from the inside. “I, uh, I know you miss home.” Eddie said softly. “And I was just thinking, y’know, we can’t get houseplants like at home, but maybe some bouquets? Some flowers for the hotel room.”

Eddie waited a beat, desperately trying to read your face, eyes wandering over the building and the signs. “I thought maybe you’d pick out some flowers and-and it would make it feel like home.” Eddie’s hands slid down his jeans, hot from the sun beaming on them. “Plus, you wanted to see some around here, a-and y’know… one bird, two stones.” Eddie rambled, shrugging sheepishly.

You felt the familiarity of a cry bubbling back in your chest, swelling and suffocation, only this time the aching of sadness was gone. In its place, a bubbling, burning feeling of adoration was left, consuming you from the inside out with every nervous glance Eddie gave you. He’d listened, really fucking listened. He always did, but this time it was different. Relief, comfort washing over you for the first time in days.

It felt like home.

Like the two of you were back in Hawkins, or Indianapolis even, perusing the usual spots, happy and content to be together in a familiar place.

Eddie wasn’t expecting you to grab him, pull him into you with a fierce, sloppy kiss. Right there on the sidewalk, under the California sunshine. Lips melting into his, clawing and grabbing at his shirt, the back of his neck. Eddie’s cheeks burned bright when you pulled apart, a smile so wide and goofy it made you giggle.

He let you grab his hand, lead him around the flower shop like a lost puppy, picking out anything and everything that made you smile. A bright bouquet spilling out beautifully in the green vase, made just for you.

You sat it right on the small bedside table, beaming at how it livened up the room. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was the flowers or you. Either way, it revived you, made you happier and giddier. Made the sheets of the hotel less cold when you slipped beneath them, legs tangled in his, pinning him under you onto the stiff mattress. It made the room brighter, spilling with a new fragrance that felt familiar.

It was small, a miniscule way that meant the world to you; made you feel at home. Eddie knew it, planning how he’d do it with every next city, until you finally got back home.

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wileys-russo · 3 months

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Alessia, “Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep.” ❣️

keep talking II a.russo

"i'm headed to bed baby." alessia felt your arms wrap around her neck as she blinked a few times, the back of her eyes aching from staring at her monitor for so long as the blonde exhaled and leaned back into you.

" i'll be five minutes? i just need to submit this and i'm done for the whole weekend." your girlfriend promised as you nodded in understanding, pecking her cheek and withdrawing your arms from around her neck.

alessia sighed again as she rubbed her eyes tiredly, having stared at this essay for so long now it was seeming more like gibberish than english.

when she signed up for this course she knew it would be a tremendous amount of extra work but she was ready for it, she'd already mapped out a schedule of hours dedicated to her studies among her other commitments before she'd even finished her enrollment.

but what she hadn't been able to properly prepare for was how exhausting that extra work would feel.

alessia knew all too well that without you she'd have already dropped out and long given up on trying to balance everything, dangerously close to toppling over the edge.

but then there was you, her lifeline, the one who steered her away from the ledge without even trying even sometimes just with something as simple as a smile.

you who picked up all of the slack, who got up early and did all of her washing to ensure that she had clean uniforms, had dinner ready and on the table when she got home late.

you who had fresh flowers on the counter every weekend, who would go out to do the shopping and always come home with some sort of sweet treat to perk up alessia's spirits when she'd spent the day locked up studying.

you, her person.

finally clicking submit alessia groaned quietly with relief, snapping her laptop shut as her monitor went black and the room darkened, only illuminated by the lamp on her left which she reached over and flicked off.

"jesus." the blonde mumbled as she stood and a sharp twinge of pain shot through her neck and back. "stupid shitty chair." she huffed, kicking it with a glare and stretching out.

"hi gorgeous." you smiled at your girlfriend as she finally appeared, closing the bedroom door behind her with a sigh. "all submitted?" you questioned as she gave you a tired nod, slipping into bed as you marked your page in your book and put it aside.

"i'll turn the lights off then shall i babe?" you teased as your girlfriend patted your leg, eyes already closed. with a smile you rolled out of bed, flicking off the lights and returning, alessia immediately latching onto you.

"how was your day? tell me about it." the blonde asked softly, head resting on your chest as her long legs tangled with your own, one hand slipped up the inside of your shirt needing to feel as much of her skin against yours as she could.

so you did, recounting fondly the day you'd spent away from her and with some school friends, dragged around shopping for your best friends wedding dress, even though she was yet to be proposed to.

"she's always been one to go for what she wants." alessia chuckled, eyes closed and voice nothing above a soft rasp as you tangled a hand in her hair.

"you're exhausted my love, time for sleep." you smiled fondly, scratching gently at her scalp with your nails as she exhaled deeply into your neck.

"keep talking, your voice helps me sleep." your girlfriend requested tiredly, hand moving up and down your side as you melted. "do you want me to talk about space?" you smiled in amusement, the blonde always teasing that you were far too invested in the topic and that she'd gladly send you off to live in mars.

"yeah, that works." alessia agreed with a nod as you kissed her forehead. "because its so boring it'll send you to sleep?" you joked, met with silence which was enough of an answer. "less its not boring!" you protested quietly, feeling her smile against your chest as you jostled her a little and she whined.

"sure baby, talking about moon rocks is super interesting."

#woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #alessia russo x reader #engwnt #alessia russo #woso blurbs #woso community #woso imagine

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princessbrunette · 1 month

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stepbro john b with a nympho reader? :PP

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you’re openly ravenous, and it kills him. any other guy would be thrilled to have a girl as hot as you flaunting herself round in a bikini all day, throwing yourself at him. but john b had a good heart, although lead astray the brunette was often set on doing the right thing. what he thought would be the responsible thing to do, and despite jj’s constant goading — that didn’t entail boning his little step-sister.

“you ain’t never watched step porn? the fuck do you even search on pornhub, bro — holding hands? love making?” the blonde scoffs as he leans his elbows against the rickety wooden barrier, casting his fishing line over it.

“i don’t really watch— ugh, whatever. i can’t do that. it’s tempting, oh trust me — i am incredibly tempted, but… i was left in charge of her, okay? i—i can’t just take advantage of her like that. she’s probably just all messed up because both our parents left us for dead.” john b sighs, shaking his head out at the open still water. jj squints at him for a moment like he’s dumb before checking his own rod.

“take advantage of her? dude she’s practically offerin’ it up n’dangling it infront of your face. you know what i say? you just take the risk, show her how a real man does it, tell her enough with the slutty little girl games. s’what i’d do anyway.” he shrugs hypothetically.

“really jj? thats what you’d do?” john b blinks, deadpanned as he glances at his best friend, barely entertaining his rambling.

“sure would. look if you’re not gonna swoop on that shit i hope you don’t mind me tryin’ that door. she’s hot, man.”

the idea of jj trying you out didn’t sit well with john b. the way you acted sometimes was like you were famished, starved for dick, like it was your life line and your step brother was the only one who could save you. jj oddly had a way with ladies, he was brutish and pogueish and the girls knew he fucked rough and dirty. john b can’t see you resisting that, especially as you know it’ll get to him.

that’s why he walks straight into your bedroom with all the confidence in the world, and loses it the second you turn and look him in the eye.

“okay.” is all he says and you furrow your brows, already slinking towards him like there were magnets attached to the two of you.

“okay what, john b?” you tilt your head. everything you did, every little move and micro expression you made seemed to be a seduction tactic. a spell that couldn’t be broken because he was just a simple minded guy that thought with his dick at the end of the day.

“uh…” he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head and you take the opportunity to eye him, delighted to see that he was already half hard from the thoughts running through his mind. “yeah this was… not my finest idea aaaand, i didn’t really think this through—” he starts to talk, and momentarily distracted you take his tanned hand, pulling it to cup your cunt. “uh— so… that’s your pussy.” he deadpans obviously, lost for words.

you grin and nod, eyes fluttering when his muscle memory kicks in and his slides a thumb over your covered clit, nothing but the material of your bikini bottoms separating you. “nothin’ gets passed you, big bro.” you tease, pushing your body closer to him.

“so this step-sibling… conundrum… really doesn’t bother you. like, at all?” he clarifies, big brown eyes locked in on your lips as you stand on your tiptoes, breath now mingling and lips just nearly grazing his.

“uh-uh. s’not like we’re related.” you reason, and when it comes from your sweet voice he can’t argue.

“jesus.” he sighs into your mouth, practically sharing oxygen at this point. “you know what? fuck it.” he takes the leap, pressing his mouth to yours as to which you let out a delighted squeal, immediately jumping up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“we’re gonna have so much fun, john b.” you muse, almost happy to a sinister degree as you wrap your arms around his neck. he blinks up at you, guilty but sinfully aroused and presses his bulge between your split legs.

“thats the plan.”

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#anon #john b prompt #tw stepcest #tw fauxcest #just a tiny bit

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miniwheat77 · 7 months

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Fever Dream. (Soap x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, flu season is rough but not as rough as Johnny, MINORS DNI, (sorry if I missed any.)

You huddled up in your room, shivering. You were asleep. Your phone sat next to you, it was dead since you’ve been in and out of it.

Soap sighs, you haven’t been responding to his messages.

As soon as his shift is over, he’s making his way out to his truck. He knows you’ve been sick and he’s worried that you haven’t been responding to his messages. Gaz is following him out to his truck, he still sounds nasally because he’s getting over it. “You know she’s gonna kill ya when she comes back right?” Soap laughs. “Oh yeah, I know.” Gaz laughs.

You and Soap are really good friends and you’ve been out for a couple days because you’ve been sick, and he knows how you are. You probably haven’t been taking care of yourself. He climbs into his truck after saying goodbye to Gaz, ready to go check on you.

You didn’t live too far from the base so it was a short drive to your house. You lived in a somewhat decent neighborhood so it was peaceful. He pulls into your driveway and sees your car. Getting out of his truck and locking it behind him. He makes his way up to your door, knocking.

He waits a minute, but after hearing nothing, he tries the knob. To his surprise, it opens. He steps inside your house, feeling just how freezing it is on the inside. “Steamin’ Jesus.” He mumbles. He kicks his shoes off like he usually would when he’s at your house. Taking a second to mess with the thermostat. Making his way down the hallway to your bedroom. The door is closed.

He sighs. “So help me god if you’re dead or something..” he breathes. Opening the door right up. You’re buried under blankets. “Y/N?” He asks. You don’t respond. He steps in further, grasping your blanket and tugging it away from your face. You’re sweaty. You’re still asleep, so he pulls the blanket down the rest of the way. Resting his hand against your forehead. “Christ..” he mumbles. He stands up, making his way into your bathroom. He knows it’s probably an overstep but he doesn’t care, you need his help. He finds medicine, going back out to your kitchen to find a glass. Once he fills it with water, he makes his way back to you.

He sits down on the edge of your bed. “Hey.” He sighs, shaking you slightly. You moan out in your sleep, trying to turn away from him. “Lass, you’re breaking my heart here.” You hear him laugh. “Soap?” You mumble. “Yeah.” He chuckles, grasping your hip and rolling you over. “You’re burning up sweetheart, here.” He reaches his hand out. You open yours up. Taking the pills from his hand. “Thank you Soap.” You mumble, sitting up slightly. “You’re so sweet to me, it’s almost like you don’t hate me.” You giggle, your voice is scratchy and rough.

He rolls his eyes, a playful smile on his lips. “I like you alive.” He laughs.

“I swear. I’m going to kill Garrick when I get back for giving me this.” You groan. Hearing him laugh. “Nice shirt by the way.” He smiles. You’re wearing his baggy shirt.

“Hey. Ended up in my laundry, that means it’s mine.” You smile. Resting your head on your pillow. Hearing him laugh. “Yeah. Looks better on you anyways.” He mumbles. “Those are fighting words.” You look him in the eyes. “Yeah? You really think I’m gonna listen to you?” He laughs. “Your fever is so high you probably don’t even know what world you’re in.” He laughs. “Um.. Soap. I’ve been blown up, shot at, I’ve had my eardrums blown out by bombs. If you think a fever is the worst thing I’ve been through, you’re so wrong.” You laugh. Sitting up slightly.

You’re wearing black shorts, legs exposed.

“M’not used to seeing you in normal clothes.” He smiles. You give him a lazy smile.

“Cmon. I’m gonna make you something to eat.”

“Soap, you don’t have to do that. I’m not hungry.” You groan. “Too bad.” He mumbles. Sliding his hands under the bend of your knees and around your back. Lifting you up with ease. You feel your stomach twirling, he makes you feel small.

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carry’s you into the kitchen. Setting you down by your table. You sit down, eyeing him as he looks through your cupboards, finding soup. You swallow hard, the muscles in his back flexing slightly as he reaches for a bowl. You need to drag your eyes away from him, but you can’t.

“You okay?” He asks. Turning to you. You shake yourself out of your thoughts. “Uh.. yeah. Yeah I’m good.” You laugh. “Why are you here? You’re gonna get sick being around me.” You ask. “Because, you weren’t responding to my messages.” He laughs. “Oh.. my phone must be dead. I didn’t hear it.” You mumble. “Besides. When I’m sick, you’ll come take care of me.” He smirks. “Yeah, I’ll come take care of you. On one condition.” You smirk. “What’s that?” He laughs. Setting the bowl down in front of you. “You have to call me mommy.” He laughs, a little too hard at you. “I mean.. if that’s what you’re into.” He shrugs. He holds out a spoon for you, but swipes it back as you reach for it. “Does that mean you should be calling me Daddy?” He smirks. You roll your eyes. “Don’t fuck with me. I’ll do it.” You narrow your eyes. “I’m waiting.” He smirks. You let your smile fade. “Can I please have the spoon, Daddy?” You purposely make your voice low, hearing him laugh. He gives it to you. “You’re too much sometimes.” He laughs. “Can’t play me at my own game.” You mumble.

“Yeah? Don’t think I’ll try anything with someone who steals my shirts.” He laughs. “I regret nothing. It was in my laundry, it was fair game.” You shrug. “Keep it up and I’ll take it back.” He laughs. “Do it. You won’t.” You smirk. Seeing him roll his eyes. “You’re feisty today.” He laughs.

“I don’t need to take it off. Gives me something to hold onto.” He winks, standing up. Your eyes widen, coughing slightly. He goes back into your kitchen, you stand up. “Where are you going?” You ask. He turns and looks at you, seeing that you’ve stood up. “Lass, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You’re sick.”

You shake your head, looking down. You’re resting you hands behind you on your table. “I’m sick. Not drunk. Put up or shut up.” You look at him. He shakes his head, making his way closer to you once again. “Soup’s going to get cold.” He crosses his arms. “Can think of something else to warm me up anyways.” He laughs, moving closer. He’s standing right in front of you, you’re looking up at him through your eyelashes. He reaches his hand out, playing with the hem of his shirt that you’ve got on. You look down to where his fingertips brush over your thigh and he toys with it. “Get extra horny when you’re sick or something?” He laughs. You shrug. “No. You just look extra good today.” You smirk. He grasps a handful of his shirt, tugging you into him, drawing a gasp out of your lips. His lips are right up against yours, only centimeters apart.

He lifts his hands up your shirt, grasping the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down your legs. You step out of them, gasping when he wraps his hands around your thighs, lifting you up and setting you down onto the table. He chuckles, running his hands up your hips. “No panties?” You blush, looking down. “Bad girl.” He breathes. Finally, he presses his lips to yours. He moves closer, hips resting right up against yours. The seam of his jeans rub right up against your opening, drawing a gasp from you. You moan into his mouth, feeling him smile into the kiss as he rocks his hips into yours. He unbuttons his jeans, keeping his lips on yours as he exposes himself. Pushing his boxers down far enough to free his cock.

He’s rock hard, ready to give you everything you’ve been waiting for.

He leans into you, feeling you lean back onto your hand slightly. He grips a handful of the shirt, just like he said he would. His cock nudges at your entrance, a whine leaving your lips. He attacks your neck, sucking and biting at your skin. A gasp leaves your lips when he slides into you, bottoming out.

He groans into you, watching you tilt your head back. “Fuck- oh my god Johnny.” You whine, pushing your hips to the edge of your table. He lifts your thighs up higher, drawing his hips back. He gets a good look at his cock, your arousal building at the base of him. “Fuck you’re wet.” He laughs, thrusting into you again. Feeling you flinch. “Ah god! You’re so deep-“ you gasp, clutching the table like your life depends on it. He watches his cock slide into you, drawing his hips back. You swallow him up nice. He shakes his head, teeth gritted. “So tight on me.” He groans, speeding up his thrusts. “Not gonna last long.” He bites his lip harder than he means. Keeping himself together is hard.

You’re watching him slide into you. Still in disbelief that your body could handle so much. Johnny was a big man, a lot of man to just throw at someone. He holds onto your ankles. You turn your head to the side, coughing into your elbow.

His eyes widen and he screws them shut. “Bloody fucking hell-“ he gasps. “You get tight on me when you do that.” He breathes. You can’t help but laugh at him. “Sorry.” You blush. “Don’t be.” He breathes, leaning in to kiss you again. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, hips moving steady into you. You can feel an orgasm building in your lower stomach, just as he said. You’re not going to last long either. He rests his hand on your throat, pulling you closer with his other. “You feel so fucking good.” He shakes his head slightly, holding onto you. Kissing you for a second before pulling away again. “Getting me so close, lass. So fucking good.” He grits his teeth, the muscles in his neck flexing hard from his actions. Your thighs shake slightly and he laughs. “Awe.. legs shaking baby?” He taunts. “How cute.”

He grasps hold of you, thrusting into you harder than before. He’s right on the edge and he needs you to cum first.

“Ah! I’m gonna cum Johnny-“ you gasp. Your bottom lip wobbles as you grasp onto the table.

You’re surprised it hasn’t given way from his brutal thrusts. You can hear it creaking beneath you, the legs scraping against the ground with each of his thrusts. A cry leaves your lips, Johnny’s eyes screwing shut when you tighten around him. Your body working perfectly with his to milk his cock. “Fuck- oh fuck.” He cries. Hips stuttering as he reaches his high. You can feel him twitching inside of you. Forgetting completely to pull out of you. Your eyes widen as you feel his warmth filling you up, spilling back out around his thick cock. He hangs his head, panting hard. “Fuck- I’m sorry.” He breathes. “It’s okay.” You giggle, blushing slightly. You turn your head, coughing into your elbow once more. “Ah!” He shivers. “Fuck.” He laughs. “Too sensitive for that.” You can’t help but laugh at him. He slides out of you, groaning at the sight of his spunk spilling back out of you. He shakes his head. “You’re a fucking minx.” He chuckles.

He helps you down from the table, laughing when your knees nearly give away. Your legs are still shivering. “Sit down, I’ll heat up your soup.” He smiles.

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“You’re sick now too?” Ghost asks Soap.

Your cheeks are on fire as Soap glances at you. Smirk playing at his lips. “Ah yeah. I was taking care of her.” He laughs. You roll your eyes, turning away from him.

His voice is scratchy and nasally. If you could jump him right here, you would.

“Taking care of her? Sure.” Ghost chuckles. Your eyes widening.

#call of duty mw2 #soap mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #captain john price #price mw2 #alejandro mw2 #captain price #johnny soap mactavish #mw2 smut #soap cod #soap mctavish #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap #soap mactavish #cod mw soap #soap call of duty

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topsytervy · 4 months

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Safe - Leon Kennedy

synopsis: After returning from a mission, Leon wants to make sure you're safe.

word count: 883

warnings: Leon sneaks into the reader's house, a teeny mention of injury, like one swear word, grammar/spelling mistakes.

*Please don't sneak into people's houses, thanks. I don't condone it. *

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Leon quietly unlocked the door to your apartment, slipping inside and closing the door silently.

He always felt weird doing this, coming in during ridiculous hours of the night after missions.

You had given him a spare key to your place after you had slipped in the bathroom one time, stepping out of the shower while Leon was on his way over to pick you up for a date, smacking your head off the side of your tub. Leon had kicked in your locked door after you hadn't opened the door when he knocked or answered his phone call, finding you unconscious on the bathroom floor which sent him into a panic.

You handed him the spare key when you got home from the hospital, telling him to use it in the future and not his foot but you were grateful he did break down your door to help you out.

Leon didn’t come in to be creepy but sometimes, sometimes, when he was getting back at stupid hours of the night and he didn’t want to wake you with a phone call -which was his usual method of making sure you were alright when it wasn’t two in the morning- he would come over, checking to see that you were there, sleeping in your bed, perfectly fine and looking peaceful as ever.

He just needed that reassurance that you were safe. That’s the only thing he wanted in life.

Still in his tactical gear, he made his way down the hall as silently as he could, knowing your entire floor plan like the back of his hand.

As he approached your bedroom door, Leon lightly pushed it open, eyes immediately going to your bed that was pushed against the wall in the corner, laying in the middle but slightly closer to the wall, your back towards him.

He let himself relax a bit at the sight, staying there for a couple of minutes to burn this into his mind so he wouldn’t have to think about the horrors he just endured.

You were here. You were safe. Nothing could hurt you.

Leon snapped back to reality when he saw you roll over, eyes opening slightly before you jumped, eyes widening as you pushed yourself against the wall.

Leon tensed, a feeling of dread taking over as he realized you had just caught him, in your apartment, without your permission, at 2 AM, just staring at you.

He froze as he imagined the next few moments playing out in his mind. You’d yell at him, calling him a creep and telling him to get out of your life, to stay the hell away from you.

He watched as you put a hand to your chest as you let out a breath, his mouth going dry as his mind desperately tried to think of a way to explain himself.

“Jesus Leon,”

“I’m sorry. I was just- I’m leaving,” he said quickly, turning away but your voice stopped him.

“What? Why?” He turned to see your eyebrows furrowed and Leon felt his heart swell as he watched you lift your comforter slightly, “come to bed.”

Leon hesitated, “I don’t know, princess. I haven't really showered yet, so I smell and I- “

“Leon, I haven't seen you in almost two weeks and it's late and I just want to spend some time with you even if it's just us going to bed. I’ll be damned if a little BO is going to stop me from cuddling with my boyfriend.” You told him.

Leon sighed as he stepped into your room, unlacing his boots and sliding them off, setting them by your desk before taking off his tactical gear and draping it over the back of your chair, taking extra care to put his gun and knife on your desk.

He made his way over to your bed, you scooching closer to the wall so he could climb in, a smile on your face as he slid under the covers next to you, the denim of his jeans brushing against your bare legs.

You cuddled into his chest, letting out a hum of approval as you felt Leons body relax, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath, letting himself bask in your warmth and presence, feeling the lack of sleep from his mission finally catching up to him.

“Missed you, bubs,” you whispered, pressing a kiss into his shoulder.

“Missed you too, princess.” He slurred, sleep approaching him fast as his eyelids got heavier with each moment.

He felt you starting tracing random shapes on his arm as you mumbled, “you’re here, you’re safe, nothing can hurt you,” over and over.

You didn’t know exactly what Leon’s job was, just that he worked for the government and whatever he did would take a toll on him negatively and was considered highly dangerous. He appreciated that you respected the fact that he couldn’t tell you anything and that despite not knowing anything about the terrors he went through, you were there to provide comfort and take his mind off it.

Leon dropped his lips to your head, pressing a kiss there as he pulled you impossibly closer.

He was safe and, most importantly, you were safe.

Those were the only things that mattered to him.

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#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader

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purecantarella · 2 years

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Hands to Yourself

day four and i have not broken it my streak...yet HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoy!! i have to say, for this week, this one was the one i was particularly excited for kim jennie x idol!reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

You'd been with Jennie since you debuted, and she was always your biggest supporter. She was always the first to hear your songs, she was there during your preparation, and Jennie was always there when you came home.

Of course she wasn't without her faults. Sometimes she would be a little more demanding, a little possessive, and what irritated your management and make-up artists the most were the obscene and difficult to hide marks all over your skin.

While in the moment, YG's princess clawing your back from the intense and unimaginable pleasure and leaving rough kisses across any patch of skin she could get her lips on was the best feeling in the world. It was difficult to argue with your management when it came to things like that.

Which lead you here.

You were days away from your group's broadcast for your album release when you visited your rather needy and very alone girlfriend after she sent you some ravishing photos of her in only a thin, oversized t-shirt that had gone missing from your closet.

You had the rapper was propped up against the wall beside her bedroom door, your lips tangled with hers as she moaned against you, hands stroking up and down your neck as the kiss grew deeper. Legs wrapped around your waist as you ground your hips into her exposed,needy center.

You feel her nails dig into the back of your neck to which you pull away reluctantly. Jennie whines cutely, making you chuckle softly. You life your hand, cupping her cheek whilst your thumb tugs at her lower lip. She pokes her tongue out, sucking on the digit.

"You are so fucking hot, Jen." You hiss before connecting your lips again as you walk over to her plush bed, kicking the door closed as to not be disturbed by her dog. You break the kiss to toss her onto the bed, her giggles breaking the seriousness of the moment briefly.

Your on your knees crawling up to her with a small smile, her hands quickly find the back of your neck again before she presses a lingering kiss over your cheek. You feel her smirk along your skin as you shudder under her touch, "I love it when you rough me up, hun." She pulls you closer while you stare at her in an aroused daze. Her lips ghost you neck before you know it, "It's so fucking hot."

As her teeth scrape the base of your neck, you jolt out of your trance. You lean down to catch her lips between yours before she can do any real damage on you. Your tongue probes her mouth, her own tangling with yours. She moans before you pull away, tugging her lower lip back as you do.

She makes quick by pulling your sweater off your body, leaving your torso exposed for her viewing pleasure. Jennie bites her lip as she eyes your body like a piece of meat, you smirk confidently. The rapper's hands danced along your sides as she leans up to kiss you again.

"Jesus Christ..." She mutters against your lips. You grin before rutting your knee against her hot center. You feel just how soaked she is through the fabric of your leggings. Jennie gasps and her hand is on your shoulder digging into the skin. You hiss softly, feeling your own center getting wet.

But you can't get in trouble with the company again.

You huff and pull away, eyes still locked on Jennie's. Feeling smug that you could barely see her irises from her lust. You tilt your head to the side, as you guide Jennie to lay down, your knee still working on the rapper's cunt leaving her a whining mess. Your hands take hers, pinning them above her head, exposing more of her creamy legs.

You smile against her ear, "You know, you've been getting me in a lot of trouble with the company from those pretty scratches you leave on me." She breathes out a laugh before briefly struggling with the grip you have on her wrists. "I'm starting to think you do it on purpose."

Jennie looks up at you with a defiant and proud smile, "People should know what's mine after all."

You lean up, pulling your knee away from her center, hands releasing hers. The rapper whines from the loss of contact but before she can put her hands on you, you snarl out, "Keep your hands where they are pretty thing."

Jennie is about to retort but it fades into a squeak as your hands find their way onto the collar of her (your) shirt and tear through it. Her eyes grow wide but she can't help the moan that slips past her lips. Her stiff nipples and taut stomach now exposed to you.

You reach a hand down, taking her small, perky breast in your hand, the flesh filling your palm perfectly. Jennie gasps and squirms as you manhandle her chest. She completely loses control when you circle her nipples with your thumbs. Her hands shoot to your wrists, applying more pressure, throwing her head back.

"What'd I say about those hands, Jennie." You husk out, tearing your hands out of her grip. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Maybe you could help me, bossy?"

You scoff before it dawned on you. A smirk finds its way onto your lips, Jennie felt a surge of excitement seeing that look on your face. "You've just given me the most delicious idea, pretty girl." You don't wait for her response before you tugged the wrecked t-shirt from under her and pinning her hands above her head.

Jennie blushed deeply as you tightly wrapped the fabric around her wrists and tying the other end to her bed frame. You watch her squirm around on the bed, a rush of heat filling your lower stomach seeing her so vulnerable to you. You breath out, "I didn't think you could get any hotter, Jen..."

She rubs her thighs together in attempts to relieve the ache in her core. You watch her try to helplessly and smile deviously. Jennie throws her head back hopelessly, "You're terrible, Y/n."

"You're gonna change tunes in a bit, pretty girl." You whisper before slipping out of your ruined leggings. You raise her leg, your free hand sliding down her smooth skin until you're met with a soaping center.

You smile upon hearing her whining as you touch the area around her cunt, never letting your fingers touch her where she absolutely needs it. Not yet anyway. She thrashes and tugs against her restrains while she begs for your touch in a breathy voice.

"Good things come to those who wait, Jen." You tease as you intentionally miss her cunt as you circle the area. Upon hearing your words Jennie glares at you and gritting her teeth together.

"I swear to fucking God, Y/F/N—Holy fucking shit!" With her complaints, you plunge two digits into her heat, pumping with fervor. Jennie's upper body jolts upwards, as far as her restraints would let her, with a high pitched howl. You grin satisfied, before grinding the heel of your hand into her engorged clit. "Y/n! Oh fuck me, Y/n! Yes!"

As your fingers piston in and out of your girlfriend's needy heat, your lips wrapped around her taut nipple, rolling the bud with your tongue.

Jennie struggled against the ruined fabric of the shirt, her climax imminent. Her jaw drops as incoherent panting and curses in both Korean and English falls from her lips.

You release the stiff bud from your mouth and pull her lips into yours, muffling all of her noises. Before you could tease her further, she hastily pulls away from the kiss, a raspy moan echoing through her room as her cunt tightened around your fingers with a gush of wetness.

Jennie's body is tense for a moment before she falls limply onto the bed under her, arms still up against the bed board. You peck her lips gently, her expression completely spent, before you tug the cloth off of her wrists.

You lay down beside her, watching her breath slowly steady before she looks to you tiredly. Your heart flutters in your chest as you look at her post-climax expression.

"Are you alright, Jen?" You ask with a small, but still very smug, smile.

"You're mean." Jennie pouts as she rolls lazily onto your chest. You laugh before pulling her closer. You look at her pouty face with a quirked brow. The rapper burrows herself into your chest, hiding the flush on her cheeks. "I like touching you."

"Oh I am soooo sorry, baby." You coo softly before she slaps your chest gently while chuckling tiredly. There's a silence before she whispers a soft, "I love you."

Your smile softens before you leave a light kiss over the crown of her hair, "I love you too."

You feel her lips curl into a smile before she cuddles impossibly closer as you stroke the small of her back, both of you falling into a deep and relaxed sleep.

i really liked this one, its a shame that this is the one i had to rush due to time constraints :"") in any case i hope you all enjoyed this anyway!! i will see you all tomorrow, i love you all vv much, and keep safe my lovelies 💓 byeeee!! - r

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 months

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11 and 14 with David 🫶🙂 I love ur writing it’s amazing

11. "Star said you were out of town."

14. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

I hope you'll like this!💜

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I sighed deeply as I locked my door behind me. The past couple of days had been exhausting. Making calls, day in, and day out. Running errands. Making sure everyone was exactly where they were supposed to be - which none of them were even if they were told multiple times where to go. Sure, organising the event had been fun, but damn - I'd be kidding if I said I felt alive at this very moment.

I dropped my bags on the welcoming mat, kicking my shoes off, dropping my coat on the floor. Tomorrow, I'd probably regret doing that and force myself to tidy it all up, but now I couldn't care less.

I walked into my kitchen, searching the cabinets for a wineglass. I knew I had them somewhere, but - this I also knew - I probably hadn't cleaned them up since last time I used them. It had been last Sunday when David had come by to wish me luck on my gig. I'd dropped the wineglasses in the sink the following morning, which is where they were right now. I really didn't want to clean them, so I decided to just pick a normal glass - it would still fulfil its purpose.

I grinned as I saw that the bottle was still half full, and with both glass and wine bottle in hand, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I'd decided on my trip back that tonight I'd do some well-deserved selfcare, have a good night's sleep afterwards, and sleep the day away.

The bathtub filled itself with hot water, the air quickly taking on the smell of my rosemary soap. I poured some wine in the glass before looking at it. It'd be easier to just drink straight from the bottle... putting the glass aside, I stepped into the bath, taking a long sip from the bottle.

The water was hot against my skin, soothing the soreness I'd gotten over the past few days. I closed my eyes, washed my body and hair, and only thought about getting out of the tub when the water turned cold. Once out, I decided that I had enough time and energy to also shave my legs - it's not that I thought it was a necessity to look nice, it's just that the softness of the blankets was much better appreciated with freshly saved legs. I put my bathrobe on, gathering everything I needed.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub, one leg on the outside used to keep myself steady, the other stretched so I could reach everything. I began to shave, working quickly - only to pause when I heard a strange noise.

A sound as if glass was slowly being broken, wood being pulled apart - I frowned. I listened. But when it stopped, I continued to shave. The first leg was done, and I moved to get access to the second. I was way less steady this time, still sitting on the edge of the tub, but now really needing to balance myself - the bathtub was still slippery and I didn't feel like actually turning around so I could feel a bit more balanced. I began to shave, and once again stopped when I heard a noise.

"Hello?"

No answer. I waited. Still nothing. I continued to shave, being almost done when suddenly -

"Hello kitten."

I jumped, slipping - my limbs went everywhere, and before I fully realised I was halfway upside down in the bathtub, my leg bleeding from a small cut made.

"Jesus fucking shit! You can't just barge in on people like that!"

David chuckled, taking my hand as he helped me up. "Sorry love. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He looked at me, kissing me softly, before I noticed his eyes taking on a slight hint of orange. "You're bleeding."

"You- have you fed?"

"I wouldn't endanger you." He grinned at me. "But you do smell divine."

"Awesome," I mumbled, looking at the cut. "It hurts, though."

"Do you want me to kiss it better?"

I bit my lip as I looked at him. "You just want to taste me."

"I think I've already done that many a time."

"Pervert."

He chuckled. Before I knew it, his mouth was on my leg, leaving soft wet kisses on the skin around the cut. I could have sworn I heard him moan when he actually licked up my blood.

"I- I eh think I'm okay now," I said softly, not trusting my voice.

"Come," he pulled me towards him, leading me to my bed. "How was your trip?"

I blinked - before telling him. How one of the bands had been running so late they'd missed their performance time, how angry they got when I told them that we could not switch around anymore, that they couldn't play. How two staged had happened to get the same name, and how every single artist got confused. How shitty the food was. But also about how wonderful it had been to see my vision come to live. How most of the artists had the time of their lives. Yeah, it had been great.

When I was done telling, I lay on his chest, smiling as he brushed his fingers through my hair. He'd taken the glass of wine I'd set aside taking a sip every now and then.

"Why did you step by? I mean, I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow."

"I saw your lights were on."

"Ah, you were stalking me again," I said with a grin, causing him to chuckle.

"No. I was just checking up. Star said you were out of town. Still that is."

"You worry about me?" I asked with a soft smile.

"You know what I think of you."

"Remind me." I grinned, trying to hide a yawn behind my hands.

"You're a bloody gift from heaven itself."

I chuckled. "You only say that because I'm your mate."

"It must be true then, hm?"

I smiled, sighing softly. "Will you stay with me?"

"I'll stay till dawn." He kissed me gently, wrapping a blanket around me. "Sleep tight, kitten."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

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whiskey-bumblebee · 1 year

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shake it out

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Word Count: 1510

A/N: Part of the touch tank ‘verse, established relationship, all that good stuff <3 (seeing this gif made me want to do CRIMES to this man’s body jesus christ...)

also! thank you to @ssamorganhotchner for hearing me out when i first had the idea! <3 hope you like the fleshed out version :))

Warnings: nude photography, female reader, pet names (honey, good girl), facials (in the sex sense), oral sex (M receiving), brief mention of guns

Hotch is a pretty private person, especially when it comes to work, so he doesn't love the idea of having/taking/storing digital nudes. Film would be cute, but someone has to process it. That's when he remembers... From his youth... Polaroids.

So now he has one that he keeps in a concealed section of his wallet, where it can sit neatly tucked away, hidden from even the most prying eyes. It's his favorite- one of your face, your jaw slack, eyes screwed shut. He's fucked his fist raw to it so many times that he thinks it's just about time for you two to take some new ones.

Hotch knows exactly what he’s getting into when he walks through the front door and sees your coat on the ground. He doesn’t bother taking his shoes off, knowing the combination of the freshly polished leather and his suit and tie will turn you on. He’s right, of course, as you hear his shoes clicking on the wood, making their way to the bedroom, where you’re laid out on the bed, flicking through a magazine. You’re lying on your stomach, dressed in your favorite matching set, and his favorite pair of heels, kicking your legs playfully behind you.

You hear him clear his throat from behind you, and you hook your finger under your bra strap, teasing him by slipping it off your shoulder and pretending you hadn’t heard him enter the room. He said your name lowly, and you glanced over your shoulder, back at him. He filled the doorway, and you smiled at the imposing figure he cut. To anyone else, they’d tense up when he walked into a room, but for you, it was the opposite.

You knew you’d be safe, taken care of. Knew you were surrounded by love and care. He took his guns out of the holsters on his hip and ankle, locking them in the safe in the closet. You sighed and rolled your eyes slightly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to see your reaction. You’d asked him to leave them at the office, and he’d told you that wasn’t an option, since he never knew when he’d have to leave for the airport from home. Still, you didn’t love the idea of having guns in the house.

Pushing the thought from your mind, you glanced over at him, watching him undoing his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket in the ensuite. He made eye contact with you in the mirror, and his lips pulled into a slight smile.

“You look pretty. Any particular reason you left a trail of clothing from the front door?”

“You know,” You smirked, tugging his hair as he leaned down for a kiss.

“Tell me anyway,” He mumbled against your lips before closing the gap.

You were impatient, and ran your tongue over his lips, trying to gain access to his mouth. He let you, for a moment, then pushed your shoulder, rolling you onto your back. In a moment, his body was between your legs, supporting his weight on one arm as he cradled your head with his other hand.

“Tell me what you’re planning. I want to hear you say it,” He said, searching your eyes. You twisted a strand of his hair around your finger, smiling up at him as you felt his body heat radiate from his still-clothed body.

“I want you to fuck my mouth, and I want you to take pictures of me.”

He groaned softly, letting his face drop into your neck, where he bit down gently.

“You okay with wearing a scarf tomorrow?”

“Yes,” You breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as your mind flooded with pleasure. Heat rushed through you, and you stroked your hand up and down his back, enjoying the smooth texture of his button-up beneath your splayed palm.

He bit down suddenly, and your body jerked, your back arching and pressing your barely-covered chest into his.

“Fuck, Aaron,” You moaned, digging your nails into his shoulder. “More.”

“Say it again.”

“Aaron,” You breathed, grinding your core against his dress pants. “Aaron,” You moaned again, louder this time. He changed the angle of his knee so you had better leverage.

“Need me?”

You didn’t reply, lost in the sensation of his pants against your clit. The mesh of your panties didn’t leave much resistance.

“C’mon honey, I thought you wanted my cock in your mouth?”

He was satisfied with the array of bruises he’d left over your neck, running his fingers over them affectionately as he pulled back, moving to the other side of the bed and standing up.

Goosebumps raised on your skin, suddenly cold now that you were without your human comforter. You moved to where Aaron was standing and knelt in front of him, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes playfully.

He reached into his bedside drawer, and pulled out the polaroid camera you’d left there for him. He raised the camera to his face and looked through the viewfinder, framing the shot. It looked good, so he put the camera aside for a moment, undoing his zipper.

“I’m not gonna last,” He said under his breath. “Not when you look like this.”

You nodded in understanding. “Where do you want to come?”

He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “Anywhere you want, baby. You’re the director.”

“On my face?” You grinned devilishly. “Should make for good photos.”

He swallowed thickly and nodded. You felt your skin grow warm from the attention. You’d never tire of having him wrapped around your finger.

“And Aaron? I want it rough. Want you to use my mouth how you want. And later...” You trailed off, and suddenly tugged his pants and briefs to his ankles. “You’re gonna fuck me how I want it.”

“Jesus,” He said softly. “Yes. Please...”

You took his cock in your hands, teasing the tip at first, letting it get messy, your spit running down his cock. You pumped him a few times while he readied the camera. He snapped one of you smiling up at him. It was a sweet smile, filled with genuine affection for the man behind the lens. That affection contrasted with the fact that you had both of your hands working on his cock, and the difference drove him wild.

His head dropped back as you took him into your mouth properly, letting one hand drop to your thigh, keeping the other in place while you warmed up, letting your mouth and throat get accustomed to his size. When you dropped your other hand to your thigh, he knew you were ready.

“Are you gonna take it?” He asked, adjusting his grip on your head. “You want this?”

You nodded enthusiastically. He nodded back. “Good. If you want me to stop, just push, okay?” You nodded again.

He was right about not lasting long. Within a few minutes, and 2 or 3 polaroids, he’d started groaning loudly, guiding you up and down his length at a quicker pace, feeling the tightness of your throat around him. From this vantage point, and with the lingerie you were wearing, he could see almost all of you, and he loved all of it, from the crown of your head, where his hand gripped your hair, to the soles of your feet, still in heels.

“I’m close,” He groaned, voice higher than normal, his breaths coming quicker. “Close your eyes, honey.”

You did as he asked, and closed your eyes and opened your mouth. He gave a final shout of your name, sounding almost like anger, but you knew it was desperation, plain and simple. Within seconds, you felt his hot come coating your face, and you blinked your eyes open. He ran his thumb over your cheek, to your bottom lip, and you accepted it into your mouth, making eye contact with him all the while.

He breathed heavily, his breath still coming back to him, and let out a soft noise that sounded almost like a whine. The camera clicked, and he withdrew his thumb from your mouth. He put the camera aside, going to the bathroom to fetch a face cloth. He dampened it slightly and pumped some of your cleanser into the cloth.

When he came back into the room, you were sitting on the bed cross-legged, having kicked off the heels. You held a picture in each hand, shaking them back and forth, a look of complete concentration on your face.

Aaron smiled and started laughing at the image. His come was drying on your cheeks and forehead, and here you were, making sure the film developed properly.

“I love you.”

You blinked in surprise and looked up at him, having been so focused on your task that you hadn’t heard him come into the room. You smiled back at him.

“I love you too.”

He took a seat across from you on the bed, having kicked off his shoes too.

“C’mon. Let’s wipe you off and then we can take a look, hmm?”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner/reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch smut #hotch/reader #hotch x reader #criminal minds

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eddies-puppet · 2 years

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My Girl

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Summary: After a particularly bad fight with your dad, you run to your best friend for help and a place to stay.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of violence, hints at abuse.

Notes: This is the angsty and fluffy bit, but I got carried away, so you can find the smutty part two here 😂🔥

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Your feet sank in the sopping wet grass, the heavy rain pounding loudly against the trailer. There were no lights on inside, no signs of life as you climbed the steps to the porch, knocking hard on the door. A dog barked loudly across the trailer park, but still there was no movement inside, so you knocked again.

“Alright! Jesus, I’m coming,” came a shout from inside as the light flicked on. “This better be good,” Eddie snapped as he pulled the door open, his face dropping as he saw you, clothes drenched, water droplets dripping from the ends of your hair. “Christ, Y/N, what the hell happened to your face?” You’d hoped that the throbbing in your head and the pain across your cheekbone would be the worst you’d need to deal with now you were away from the house, but your best friend’s reaction told you that this whole night was not going to be so easy to ignore, and that the bruises to your ego weren’t the only new ones that night.

“Can I come in?” You sniffled. He nodded, pushing the door further open so you could pass. Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to you. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know where else to go,” you said meekly, your voice breaking as a sob caught in your throat. Eddie reached out, pulling you into his arms and holding you tight against his bare chest, the soft scent of his apple shampoo invading your senses and calming you almost instantly. Eddie had been your best friend since middle school, and had always been your go-to when things got rough, waiting with open arms, a warm hug and a smile. You’d had a crush on him for as long as you could remember but you were under no illusions that you were NOT his type, having spent every lunch break recently watching him fawn over Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” Eddie reassured you, his large hands running soothingly down your back. “Shit, you’re soaked, let me get you some dry clothes,” he muttered, pulling out of your arms and disappearing to his bedroom, leaving you alone. You perched on the stool that sat next to the kitchen counter, wiping crumbs from the surface with your sleeve before shrugging your jacket off and laying it out across the counter. You looked around the room. Every time you came here, you seemed to notice something that you’d never noticed before, be it a new drivers cap hanging from the wall or a new stain on the couch. Neither Eddie or Wayne were exactly clean or house-proud, but they both had hearts of gold, which made up for the filth they often seemed to live in. “I’ve left some clothes on my bed for you” he told you softly as he reappeared behind you “Go change, I’ll get us a drink”. You nodded silently and made your way to his room, your wet shoes squelching with each step. Closing the door behind you, you kicked your shoes off and changed into the Metallica shirt and grey sweatpants that Eddie had left for you. Your legs were shaking, the adrenaline from the long run to the trailer park having worn off, and as you sat down on the edge of Eddie’s bed, your teeth had started chattering, the cold outside seeming to have worked deep into your bones. There was a soft knock on the door. “Are you decent?” Eddie called.

“Yeah, you’re safe Eds,” you assured him and the door slowly opened. “I made cocoa,” he smiled as he made his way towards you, handing you one cup before settling himself next to you on the bed, pulling his long legs up beneath him. “You wanna tell me what happened? Why you look like you picked a fight with the whole wrestling team?” You sighed, turning to look at him.

“Someone saw me skipping school yesterday and told my dad,” you muttered, tears springing to your eyes once again as Eddie sighed.

“Shit sweetheart, I’m sorry. I should never have convinced you to ditch with me,” he mumbled sadly.?

“Hey, this isn’t your fault,” you reassured him, laying your hand gently on his knee, his skin warm beneath your touch. “It was my choice.” He sighed again, reaching out and wiping a tear from your cheek.

“You wanna stay here tonight?” He asked kindly.

“Would you mind?”

“Would I mind sleeping next to a beautiful woman?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah, actually that sounds like it would suck. No, of course I don’t mind dumbass, or I wouldn’t have offered,” he laughed. “So, something totally more important than all of your woes. Did you see Carver stack it in the middle of the cafeteria at lunch? Juice literally came out of my nose,” he said dramatically. “Turns out being part of the ‘cool crew’ doesn’t stop you being a clumsy asshole,” he added, laughing as he raised his cocoa to his lips, taking a large mouthful. You smiled, shaking your head at him.

How did he manage to cheer you up so quickly, almost instantly making you forget your problems? His exuberance, his beaming smile, felt like a rush of fresh air to your lungs after being so close to drowning in the sea of anxiety that seemed constantly ready to overwhelm you. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence (a rarity when Eddie is around) as you both drank your cocoa, the coldness you’d felt finally dissipating. “You finished with that love?” Eddie asked softly, his voice snapping you from your thoughts as he gestured to the mug in your hands. You nodded, handing it to him and he placed it beside his own on his bedside cabinet before he jumped up, flinging back the bed covers. “Come on, it’s way past my bedtime,” he chuckled as you shuffled up the bed, climbing beneath the covers. Eddie flicked the light switch and jumped quickly in to bed beside you. “You take the pillow, I’ll be ok. I’d use Wayne’s but I know for a FACT that he dribbles in his sleep,” he muttered, making you giggle quietly.

“Eds, it’s fine, we can share the pillow,” you smiled, rolling on to your side and moving your head backwards to make room for Eddie to lay beside you. He shuffled into the centre of the bed, stretching his arm out and pulling you against him, your head resting against his warm shoulder, your hand laying against his tight stomach. You melted into his arms, an instant feeling of calm washing over you. There was a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that this should feel weird, sharing a bed with Eddie, the object of your desires for so long. But it didn’t. You guessed it was because he’s your best friend, but there was no mistaking the tiny butterflies fluttering in your chest.

“Just so you know,” Eddie started. “You can stay here anytime. I know how it feels to be constantly worrying what mood your dad will be in when you get home. I don’t want you having to go through that,” he told you quietly, his voice emotional. You smiled sadly, your eyes filling with fresh tears at the thought of everything Eddie had gone through when he was a child. Wayne had been his guardian angel and saved him from the dysfunctional home his parents had created, but those scars still marked him, no matter how hard he tried to hide them from the world.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “What would I do without you?”

“Well luckily for you, I’m going nowhere. You’re stuck with me.” You could hear the smile in his voice as you snuggled down into him, closing your eyes, praying that sleep would take you quickly. “Y/N?” Eddie said quietly, turning his head towards you as you lifted your head so you could see his face. For a few moments, he was silent, his eyes slowly wandering your face.

“What’s up?” He took a deep breath as he rolled on to his side, now facing you, his free hand moving to your face, his thumb glancing along your lower lip. You weren’t sure which one of you closed the gap, but before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft, your lips barely touching, and you’d question whether it was really happening if it wasn’t for your heart pounding so hard in your chest, tethering you to reality. It was like your body had forgotten how to breath, the feeling of his soft lips against yours seemingly wiping every thought from your mind. You pushed softly against his chest, reluctantly breaking the kiss. “Eddie, we shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, shaking your head slowly.

“You don’t want to?” He asked softly, his voice faltering for a moment.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed. “I just, I feel like maybe it means different things to us both.”

“What do you mean?”

“Eddie, you don’t want me,” you said sadly. His brows knit together, frowning at your words. “Come on, I’ve spent the last few weeks watching you drool all over Chrissy. I literally could not be less like her if I tried,” you said sadly.

“Really?” He laughed. “You think I want Chrissy Cunningham?! Y/N, she’s been buying from me, and she’s having a shitty time at home. I’m just trying to live up to my reputation as the friendly neighbourhood drug dealer and cheer the poor little rich girl up.” You could feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips, his warm breath against your lips as his thumb softly stroked your cheek.

“So you, um, you like me?” You whispered hesitantly.

“Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” he smiled, his beautiful brown eyes twinkling in the dark, his face leaning into your touch as you tucked his hair behind his ear. “Do you know how hard it’s been watching you date losers all these years? Watching Steve fucking Harrington drool all over you? They’re not worthy of licking the bottom of your shoe princess.” Princess was a nickname he’d never given you before, but my god, it made the butterflies in your stomach erupt. You watched him as he took a deep breath, his doe eyes wandering your face. “Y/N, I swear to Ozzy, I feel like I might die if I don’t kiss you again,” he said dramatically, making you laugh.

“Well we definitely wouldn’t want that,” you smiled softly, your fingers tangling gently into his messy hair and pulling his face to yours. He kissed you deeply, his plump lips soft against your own, his tongue swiping across your lower lip, gently begging for entrance. As you met his tongue with your own, you could still taste the cigarette smoke on his breath, feel the light callouses on his fingertips from the years of guitar playing.

“My girl,” he whispered against your lips as he paused to catch his breath.

“Yours huh?” You giggled.

“Yep,” he nodded. “Always,” he promised, kissing you again, more intensely this time as his hands travelled down your body, grabbing one of your thighs and pulling it up, hooking it over his hip. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you were sure he’d be able to hear it if it weren’t for your laboured breathing. You couldn’t quite believe this was finally happening, expecting to wake from a dream at any second. Eddie’s hands were on your ass now, grabbing hard and pulling your body tight against him, rolling his hips against you, drawing a gasp from deep within you.

“Eds,” you moaned, chasing his lips as he broke your kiss. “Please don’t stop,” you pleaded. He smirked at you in the darkness.

“Oh sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on stopping,” he chuckled, his voice darker than before. “We’ve got a lot of missed time to make up for.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn is the loml #angst with a happy ending #friends to lovers

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cam-stopped-eating-candles · 11 months

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@june-doe-event swap Penny drabble for day 6, a swap AU !!

For mine we have Penny lamb, the angriest girl in town >:)

Two hours of detention for fighting. She didn’t even start anything, she only finished it. She digs her head into the desk and scrunches up her hair in her fists. She would be in so much trouble once she got back to their house. It’s all for her foster parents, not even fit to be normal parents, let alone try to wrangle her.

It wasn’t Penny’s house, it was all theirs. At Penny’s house, her home, she had her own bedroom, upstairs. She had her rabbits out her window, her toys and trinkets. Now all she has to her name is whatever she could fit in a backpack, and a cold basement to put it in.

She slouches in her seat and puts her head down, praying that it’ll fly by fast enough for them not to notice. Not that they ever notice when she’s missing. She would be better off just living on her own, she essentially already is.

Only if she were on her own, she wouldn’t have these strangers pushing her around. She had to be home by a certain time to “stay out of trouble” only to be sent downstairs with the door locked. Lest Penny “corrupt” all their real children.

Ever since she was 13, she’s been ostracized from the place she was supposed to feel safe in. Alone in the basement, her only friends are the same animal documentary tapes and dvds. When animals get pushed around, they push back.

She doesn’t have her brother to keep her grounded, she doesn’t have to care for him anymore. She doesn’t get to care for him. It leaves her in a position of complete isolation. And animals raised in isolation, well they tend to go a little crazy. They pace in circles, they lash out, they tear out their fur, they attack their keepers. And they get blamed for it.

After all those years of build up, she just snapped. When kids in the hallway shove her down the stairs, like they always do, she shoves them back.

One kid, she didn’t know his name, whispered something inaudible to his friend, while stepping on her heels. He tried to trip her, but she held onto the rail, and didn’t even think twice as she mindlessly kicked behind her, nailing him in the shin.

“Fucking bitch!” He yelled, and gave her a hard shove downwards.

Only Instead of falling, she swung around, balled up her fist, and went right for the face. She didn’t even register how much it hurt to have her knuckles, slam into his eye. They went back and forth at the bottom of the stairs, gathering a small crowd until it took two teachers to pry her off him.

Which puts her where she is now. He sits behind her in the nearly empty classroom, glaring through her head. Like she did anything wrong.

When her two hours of occasionally clearing her throat is over, she’s pulled into the counselors office. Again.

“Penny, you know this can’t keep happening.” Her counselor says as she sits stiffly at her desk, “It’s like you’re the only one I ever see in here, last week it was the yelling and slamming doors-“

“I was upset.”

“But that’s not how we should react when we’re upset, now is it? Remember we can’t control what other people do, but we can control how we respond to it. We’re going to have to call your parents-“

“They’re not my parents.”

“If you keep up with all this, then your going to get kicked out of school,” she quickly changes the subject, “You’ve already been suspended twice.”

As much as she hated school, anything was better than that house. All the children laughing and giggling upstairs while she picked at her cold dinner, left at her door.

“Well It’s not like you guys are much help.”

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“Jesus, Penny” her foster father sneers at her, the minute she walks through the door, “what the hell.”

“I just got here, what did I even do?!” She yells back, exasperated, clutching tightly to her backpack.

“The school just called, you beat up some kid, you’re always starting shit! You are literally impossible to deal with, you know that?”

“So just fuck me I guess,” she gestures to the bandage over her own nose, “and nothing happened to me?”

“Watch your language! If you’re gonna talk to me like that, you can go to your room.”

“That’s not a room that’s the basement. You keep me in the basement, like a-“

“Oh!” He retorts, “would you rather be sleeping on the street?”

“Maybe I rather would!” She storms downstairs, slamming the door and locking it herself.

She throws her backpack across the room, and frustratedly plops herself onto the old pull out sofa she calls a bed. She digs her face into her hands and blanket she hates, trying to pretend that it’s something a little more familiar.

She pulls out her old hand me down laptop from under her bed, and gets online. At least there’s YouTube. She scrolls through to distract mind, deep breaths, she reminds herself. Don’t break it with tense fingers on the keyboard.

Online she had friends, or acquaintances at least. Girls in chats who will assure her that there’s nothing wrong with her. She has her anonymous love, she doesn’t know her name, but every message she gets sends her heart into hysterics, almost enough to make her forget where she is. It’s her only escape.

She’s not a bad kid, she swears she not. She just wants somebody else to see it.

#very short one day no planning drabble <33 #june doe event #june doe #rtc swap au #swap au #ride the cyclone #penny lamb #legoland #legoland play #I’ll have to work on my own swap au some more sometime

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rtxler · 1 year

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breathe

Summary: After a run-in with her ex she calls the last person she should have.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader, Rafe Cameron x OC (EX/implied)

Word count: 3.1k

in the same universe as mistake but both part of my JJ Maybank fic WHY NOT? on wattpad, which would mean a lot if you check out

Closing her bedroom door she lets out a tired sigh of release as she leans back against it slowly removing her shoes and kicking them to the side, then stumbles over to her en suite, removing her earrings with a groan and dumping them into a bowl, taking a minute to look at herself in the mirror her finger travelling and assessing over every line or crease visible with even after the meal she just had her thoughts keep bouncing back to a particular pogue specifically the night they had together. "Fuck, you need to get shit together," stalking back into her room towards her chest or draws, "and start working out again but one day at a time."

She changes out of her dress leaving her just in her underwear, reaching towards to draw but then jumping at the sound of a knock against her bay window. Groaning she throws on a silk nightie, "What the fuck, i swear Maddy if you forgot your jacket or something again," Quickly going over to the window to pull back the heavy curtain ready to fully go off on her best friend but stopping in her tracks as instead of seeing a girl with a shit eating grin she's greeted with literally the last person she wanted to see. Ever.

"Rafe? What the fuck."

Liliya stood shocked staring at her ex-boyfriend precariously crouching on the ledge outside her window.

"OPEN THE WINDOW" he mouths aggressively while pointing towards the lock.

She begins to slowly nod in understanding, "Oh okay.... NO. You perv, go away."

"Liliya i'm not joking i will stay here until let me in so unless you want to explain to your parents why a boy is climbing to your room," at that the blonde girl rolled her eyes at his muffled voice and turned away beginning to walk back to her bed, "or maybe even having to explain to your new friends why i was here all night." At that she stopped, looking back over her shoulder to be greeted with the smug smile of Rafe Cameron. "Yeah i know about that, god I've heard about girls lowering there standards after a break up but Jesus have some dignity."

As a flurry of annoyance casts through her body she storms back to aggressively open her window. "Are you stalking me?" Her question is momentarily ignored as the boy decides to quickly take the opening clambering into the girls bedroom.

"God your self obsessed i happened to be taking a walk and saw you with some peculiar company" Dusting himself as he met the unimpressed glare of his ex. "Well, that and you still have me on find your friends."

"Oh my god, your such a prick." She scoffs looking up to her ceiling in disbelief.

"Well that's why you loved me."

"Did i?"

"Yeah because just 'cuz you've got everyone else fooled that your this impenetrable force which nothing can break," he emphasis with a wide gesture ending his spiel with his hands on his hips. "you've got a tell."

"Really and what's that." She nods condescendingly walking forward with her head up.

He meets her in the middle till their faces were inches apart, making Liliya flinch inwardly while trying to maintain her outward facade.

Ducking down till his lips graze her ear "Your eyes," he voice rasps sending a shiver down her spine, "you can never hide your eyes." brushing his nose against hers. "especially from me." lifting a singular finger down her cheek.

At that Liliya snaps out of it grabbing his hand pushing it away dodging around him, creating a good couple of metres between them.

"Aw come on, what you didn't want to have a walk down memory lane babe?"

She trudges past him, shoulder checking him in the process, leaning against the open window scoffing. "Please with you Rafe its more of a sketchy dark alley. And do not call me that, i mean even when we were dating it was crossing a line, now please, get. The hell. Out."

"Okay, okay," raising his hands up in defense as he strolls over. " but ah nice to see nothing changed." looking across her room, as he's crouched half-way out the window, landing on her under wear hanging half out of her draw, earning him, unsurprisingly, a hard shove fully out the room, the window slamming shut and the blinds pulled behind him.

Liliya rests against the window closing her eyes as she releases a big sigh, wrapping her arms 'round herself, lightly hitting her head repeatedly against the glass. "God i'm so glad i dumped that piece of shit."

Pulling out her phone with shaky hands ready to message Maddy for support when she notices an unread text sent earlier from an unknown number.

'Im looking at u right now not having a clue Ive swiped your phone for a bit which is bit concerning u need to smarten up if you wanna catch a stalker.

"God he has awful grammar." Liliya muses, but still not managing to move the small smile from her features.

She stands there for a couple minutes her fingers ghosting over the keyboard thinking through all the reasons was what she was thinking was a bad a idea, and that no matter what she wanted now she would be kicking herself in the morning. But even with those thoughts swimming around her head she still somehow typed out a response.

'You still wanna come in?'

Sucking in a breathe she waits impatiently as the response bubble pops up and down, and then back up again, Jesus this boy needs to make up his mind, until finally.

'what food do u have'

'oh my god' -----------

"Why the hell are you calling me, where are you?" The kook answers laying down on her bed, regretting all past life decisions leading to this exact moment where she was nervous about meeting a freaking pogue in her own home.

"Oh hi JJ, how are you doing? Oh thanks Liliya i'm doing great after climbing a TEN FOOT GATE!......... I'm outside by the way." An out of breathe voice echos around her room.

She sits up at that, pulling down her shirt as she re-adjusts herself. "Oh shit hi, just knock on the front door weirdo."

"What about your parents?"

"What about them? They don't bite." She pushes herself off the bed moving to her vanity table, placing her phone on a stack of books off on the side.

"Well they made you so i doubt that." He snarks back.

"Big words from the guy standing outside the house." And with that she hangs up as she checks out her reflection smoothing down her hair and re-applying lip gloss, reasoning that she has an image to maintain for everyone to see not just specifically the blonde boy currently at her doorstep.

She rushes down stairs then breaks into a calm walk to the front door preparing herself by giving her look a second glance over in the hallway mirror.

"You okay sweetheart?" Her dads voice breaking out of her panic.

"What?" She responds quickly facing her father's head that was sticking out of the kitchen. "Yeah just a friends coming to hang out for a bit."

"A friend? Maddy?" He start to lean on the doorway. "Am i going mad or wasn't she just here."

"No it's not Maddy."

"Sarah?"

"No."

"Then-"

"Just a new friend okay, he's hungry so we'll just snack for a bit." She spits wondering what the hell was taking JJ so long to walk from one end of a driveway to another.

"He?" Peaking her dads attention. "Wow, moving on from Cameron quick." He mutters as he heads back into the kitchen.

"Dad, no it's not like that." Liliya whines her fingers starting to rub circles on her temple.

"Oh i didn't mean it as a bad thing sweetheart, i mean i never liked that boy anyway y'know and you're young..."

Thankfully before David Woods could finish that sentence a knock from the front door saved Liliya death by embarrassment.

"Oh thank god." She jumps at the chance to exit her situation yanking the door open to meet the smiling face of JJ Maybank. "Where were you walking from Germany?" Yanking him through the door.

"Heads up." Were the only words JJ heard as he was pulled into the grand foyer before he was smacked by a packet of popcorn.

"Ow."

Liliya let out a short laugh at the shock on the boys face before facing her dad who was moving across to the teens. "Is mom around?"

"Oh sorry kid, Lily said you were hungry and nah don't worry it, you moms already deep into her desperate housewives binge, ugh y'know." throwing his hands up in fake exasperation.

"You really want to go watch it with her huh." She muses crossing her arms.

"Yeah, yes i do, so i'm just gonna grab this thank you" snatching the bag from the floor but halfway up the stairs he suddenly stops to turn around to face the two teens "Right um young lady, stay downstairs okay? But if not y'know door open and six feet apart at all times, okay." He says putting a stern face on before rushing back up stairs, leaving the pogue and the kook alone at last.

JJ kisses teeth a couple times. "Soooo food?"

"God, you're like a stray, come on this way". Walking past him to the entrance of the kitchen. "Do want anything or just gonna look around like a lost soul?" She says as she notices JJs gaze scanning his surroundings.

"Sorry just that your foyer is like my entire house and this kitchen, i mean are you housing an orphanage why is there so much?"

"Well as cute as this whole finding civilisation bit is i'm already bored so" She muses, starting to rummage through a couple cupboards

"You think i'm cute?"

"Pushing your luck stalker, okay here we go I've got sweet chilli peanuts, enough chips to choke an army and some ice cream in the freezer i think."

"Oooh yes please let me just get this," leaning over her shoulder to reach the aforementioned bags. "and definitely grab the ice cream."

"Are you actually starving, like should i be concerned?" she asks open the freezer door.

"No just i'm always hungry and," quickly pulling out a small bag from his back pocket with his free hand. "especially after i smoke."

"No charge?" Her face pokes ups as she leans on the freezer door back slightly arched causing the boy in front of her to swallow harshly.

"Aw for you baby? Never."

"And you ruined it." She slams the door shut swiftly grabbing a couple spoons and heading towards the exit. "Come on follow me, do not wonder." She remarks without even looking at him.

"Yes ma'am."

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Heading into the Liliya Wood's bedroom was an extremely surreal moment for the pogue, for so many years this had been seen as untouchable but now he's following after her and her ice cream like a lost puppy, watching as she dumps the carton and spoons on her bed, along with taking the packets out of JJ's hands.

He takes that time to have a tiny glance around her room noticing first what he would of expected from the kook queen, a large King sized bed, a vanity mirror with lightbulbs surrounded that looked like they could blind both of them, a large walk in wardrobe and a pristine white tiled en-suite. But what also caught the blond boys attention was other little details the managed to slip through the cracks of her spotless facade, like the old stickers of Moshi monsters that were failed to be scraped off her bed frame or the stack of fantasy books piled precariously on the edge of her table.

"JJ?" Liliya questions from her seat against the broad fabric headboard.

"Yeah right let me just," throwing her the bag and lighter. "Ta da, for you madame."

"Why thank you kind sir, rolled and ready to go already eh."

"Well i aim to please." He smirks, adding a little wink.

"Hm okay big guy." She takes out a joint placing it haphazardly in between her lips as she fumbled for the cheap lighter. "Lets see how you do tonight."

"How i'll do?" He smirks watching Liliya strike the lighter in frustration. "Is this some kinda roleplay, 'cuz let me tell you from real experience i am a very bad student." Ending the sentence with a flourish as he pops open a packet of chips, not waiting a second to start piling them into his mouth.

"No? Really? Well colour me surprised." She mumbled finally getting a light. "Ah yes." As she took her first hit she let her posture go slack, sinking in to the mattress, flinching as the boy jumps next to her also reaching for the joint in her hand.

"Come on, unless you're keeping it all to yourself huh, miss greedy guts." Making her huff and reluctantly pass it over to him.

"Oh i'm sorry but you already looked so relaxed," Looking the pogue up and down, scanning his scruffy clothing. "almost too relaxed."

"Really, well if your sorry then i'm expecting some reparation" He suggests as he takes a breathe.

She takes the beat of silence to look over him, not like before with a forced critical eye to make a snarky remark, but with only the intent to see him.

"Hmmm well of course i'll share with you, what do take me for." Watching the shadows dance over his face, forcing the words out as a breathe gets caught in her throat.

"From what I've seen a perfect little kook angel." He repositions himself to get more comfy, while also subtly moving himself closer to her, looking up to her.

"Oh shut up, and just," she moves in one fast motion, placing her hands on his shoulders, lifting herself over him to land in a straddling position. "breathe." She doesn't know what came over her, a fog was covering her normal reasoning, only picking up on the boy, a very attractive one at that, in front of her.

Smoke slowly passes between their mouths, their eye-contact never breaking as even though they were only a couple inches or so away from each other, they moved slowly forward gravitating towards each other.

JJ couldn't take his eyes of the image in front of him, her hair cascading down framing the soft features of her face, the light reflecting off of it, creating a halo effect above her. Her plump lips remaining open when the smoke had passed, seeming only remain open to continue to entrance him.

"You are so beautiful." He didn't even realise he vocalised his thoughts till he watched the girl on top of him finally blink and break out of their shared trance.

"Um," Looking down it seems as she just noticed how they were positioned , extracting herself while making minimal contact with him beneath her.

"Why'd you invite me over?" He figures if the mood is already gone, he might as well get some answers.

"You practically begged me to, remember?" She scoffed, turning a complete 180 from her behaviour just a few moments ago.

"Yeah and you're Liliya Woods, iv'e seen you brutally turn down a guy in a wheelchair."

"And why wouldn't i treat him like everyone else?" Looking offended at the remark.

"Exactly, when i dropped you off it seemed like i was the last person you would let in your house and now, here we are." Staring at her, gesturing to the room around them, but only receiving a blank stare in return. "Come on, look what i got you." He gestures the joint currently sitting in her hand.

"Are you forgetting the mountain of my snacks sitting around us?"

"...Liliya."

"I got a surprise visit." She mutters, unconsciously wrapping her arms around herself, carefully positioning the joint away from her clothes.

"Oh," He looks down awkwardly. "Like a monthly thing?"

At that comment she hits him firmly in the shoulder. "No you moron, Rafe."

"Ow," Cradling his arm but then admits with a quick nod. "Well that is much worse."

"Yeah." She scoffs. "He is."

Leaning closer to the girl, he tries to make eye contact as she stares off into space. "Are you okay?"

Sniffs, and sits up noticing how close the pair become again, cursing the fact she thought this was a good idea, trying to pull herself back into some idea of decency not understanding how he managed to get her guard down so easily. "Yeah just needed to calm down from seeing my ex with anger issues pop up in my window. like a delusional meerkat"

"Window? That window." Pointing to one across the room.

"Yes. Why are you smiling like that?."

"Well it's nice to know i'm not the only one resigned to climbing for an entrance."

"You chose to do that, literally just could've texted me to open the gate." She gasps in a state of exasperation.

Her face scrunches in frustration as she stares at him, he brushes his finger down her cheek, gently as if he was touching the most precious thing imaginable to him.

"What the hell are you doing." Although it was meant as a threat, with the light whisper it came out as, it could only been seen as a look of shock.

"You get a little crease in your brow when your worked up." Dropping his hand to her arm. "Did you know that."

"Shut up." She lifts his hand off, siting forward to wrap her arms around herself again.

"You say that a lot." He says trying to hide his disappointment.

"Yet you're still talking."

"Hmm, and will i ever stop? We may never know."

With the bubble they had created popped Liliya knew that the smart thing to do was to make sure that no lapse of judgement would occur. Again. "Well it's late so..."

"Yeah of course right." He sits up off the bed pulling his shirt from where it had ridden up. "Um next time you get some late night critter," pointing to the window with his head. "Just let me know

"And what would you do... what exactly." Rolling her eyes not believing the peacocking happening in front of her.

"Hey i'm like a 90% sure i could take him."

"Sure sweetie." She teased, watching him walk to the door.

"Get a good night sleep, you'll need it." He shouts over his shoulder.

"For what?"

"For when i pick you up tomorrow."

"Excuse me?"

"Hey don't get your panties in a twist, sounds like you don't wanna find some gold."

"Right, the gold and why do you want me to be there? I thought this was some sad little pogue fantasy." Nodding out the window as if were all beneath her.

"Two reasons, one 'cuz i want to see your reaction when your realise it's not a fairy tale." He grins opening the door to exit.

"Hey?" The pogues head pop round the door with a questioning look. "Whats number two?

"Well... i like.." He cuts off at that, seeming to catch himself while starting at the tussled hair girl, "I like.. watching stuck up kooks see the real world."

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burningbridgesblacknblue · 1 year

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A Little Jealousy

A/n: this is an old imagine from my Ao3 when Nolan played for the Flyers and I wanted to share it again. Please enjoy grumpy Patty.

You chuckled at the joke your best friend had told you as you unlocked the front door to get in. Honestly Adam’s joke was stupid but you couldn’t get over how stupid it was.

“Hey did you leave the lights on?” Adam asked you abruptly.

“I don’t think so.”

A rush of anxiety flooded your senses, what if you forgot to lock the door and someone broke in? Several worse case scenarios ran through your head at the same time, causing you to look back at Adam.

“I’ll go first.”

You nodded your head in agreement. Staying huddled close behind him, his much taller body shielding you from any danger. Slowly you staggered behind your friend, you heard the TV on in the bedroom and you know for sure you didn’t leave that on.

“I definitely turned that off…”

“Wait here.”

“Adam don’t leave me here to be killed!” You whispered-yelled harshly, “I’m easy to strangle!”

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled with a chuckle, “Just wait here.”

As he proceeded on his own and left you standing in the living room, you heard a sound coming from the bathroom. Not wanting to die you jetted after your friend.

“Someone’s in the bathroom!”

“What?”

“Go check Adam!”

It was as you two were having a loud bickering match that you neglected to hear the footsteps coming toward you.

“Babe?”

You gasped at the deep voice you loved so dearly, with one dramatic hand on your chest and the other on your friend’s arm you let out a large sigh. “Nols you scared me halfway to hell I thought you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow…”

Patty stood there in just a pair of sweatpants it looked as if you two interrupted him getting in to the shower. He looked so good, all you really wanted to do was kiss him and welcome him home but when you noticed his expression you knew he wouldn’t receive you well.

Nolan’s gaze lingered in between you and Adam before he licked his lips, “If you had picked up your phone you would’ve known we were coming back a day earlier.”

Your boyfriend was notorious for being monotonous and deadpan in his delivery; most people who didn’t know him would miss the actual ice dripping from each word. You bristled at his comeback, Patty was easily annoyed couple that with his tendency to get jealous and you had yourself a square off that was explosive.

“I didn’t ignore you on purpose Nol,” you retorted calmly, “I was working all day.”

“Yeah working,” the way he said the second word as if he were mocking you was irritating beyond belief. You also couldn’t believe he was doing this in front of company.

“We’re not doing this again Pat…”

He brushed a hand through his growing blonde hair and you knew instantly how angry he was. Whether he was going to show your best friend was another story.

You weren’t too sure why Nolan had such huge insecurities where Adam was concerned, you two never crossed any boundaries. You never even liked each other that way. The only thing you could think of that made sense was Adam was around twenty-four seven while Patty was away.

Nolan smacked a hand against the doorframe before he turned away from you heading toward the living room.

Adam faced you quickly after your boyfriend’s departure, “I didn’t mean to make you guys argue.”

You waved your hand in a nonchalant gesture, “It’s not your fault he gets like this sometimes when he comes home from a roadie. He’s just tired.”

“Should I go?”

Chewing on your bottom lip you nodded affirmatively. Feeling terrible for kicking out your closest friend. It just wasn’t the best idea to let him hang around when your boyfriend’s mood was so poor. Nolan was really a great person and you didn’t want anyone to see him as anything else. So you walked your friend to the door and wished him a good night.

As soon as the door was closed and there were no unwanted visitors Nolan spoke from his position on the couch, “You know the only reason I left the car here was because you were going to give me a ride home, I had to catch one with TK.”

You refrained from showing any signs of agitation, “Nols I’m really sorry time just got the better of me today.”

“You had time to hang out with Adam.”

This time you did put a hand to your face, “We work together not to mention we live one block apart. We weren’t really hanging out.”

“Then why was I stranded at the airport?”

“Because I messed up after I saw your text this morning I got swamped at work I just forgot to text you back.”

“So you knew I was coming home but you left me there anyway?”

“Nolan I just told you it was an accident. I didn’t mean to forget you I’m sorry.”

He looked at you as if you had just insulted him, “Im going to shower.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose—” the shutting of the bathroom door cut off your defense.

You huffed, you knew he was hurt and of course you understood why. There was really only one thing to do and that was to give him space. You watched some TV for about ten minutes but you found it hard to concentrate, you hated when Nolan was mad at you. So you decided to take a shot in the dark.

Quietly you disrobed on your way to the bathroom easing your way behind the door that was miraculously unlocked. You slipped in behind him, threading your arms around him so that your hands rested on his shoulders. Gently you placed a kiss on his shoulder blade.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against his skin, “No excuses.”

Everything was so still except the water. You were so sure he was going to reject you but he surprised you, he took a hand of yours and squeezed it.

“I know.”

You knew he forgave you but you were kind of curious, “Were you jealous of Adam?”

“Should I be?”

You shook your head, “No you just seemed extra grumpy.”

“I had to ride home with TK anyone would be annoyed after traveling so long and then having to listen to him talk.”

You chuckled, “TK is your best friend yet you treat him like a bad crush.”

Nolan scoffed at you, “All he does is talk.”

“He’s a nice guy.”

“Then date him instead.”

You couldn’t help but let out a monstrous laugh, “Pat seriously, I love you stop trying to give me away.”

He shrugged his shoulders reaching for his soap shortly after, you knew Nolan always had an issue expressing his emotions and often it left him feeling unsure about himself. You were fine with the way he was, you gave enough affection for the two of you.

“I was jealous…”

He mumbled so quietly in his baritone you could barely hear him but you didn’t dare ask him to repeat himself.

You hugged him tight around his middle, “I love you Nols, no one else there’s no need to worry.”

He nodded his head for you and you knew that’s all that was going to be said on the matter. You placed on last kiss on his shoulder before you tapped it. “I’m starting to prune I’m out.”

“Babe...” Nolan grabbed your hand gently, “Love you.”

Your heart swelled as you leaned on your toes to place a kiss on his lips, “Love you too.”

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cas-skz · 10 months

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Enigma Part 4

Song Mingi x (fem)Reader

Series Summary: Song Mingi is a mystery to you. A man with morals, to a certain extent. The method to his madness isn't typical: Violence, threats, and crime. After the first time you encounter him, he's got you locked in. The first encounter, wont be the last.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Suggestive Content, Language, Use of alcohol, Violence

Word Count: 2k

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

Part 1 | 2 | 3

Having Tiffany as your mentor is beginning to benefit you. She’s still a stranger to you, but she’s taking care of you like you see her do with the other girls. The day was long, but fun. Tiffany showed you so much you thought your head was going to explode. She sent you home around supper hour, but hinted to you that you should come back and see how the night works.

The house is lonesome with Tiffany gone, despite having some of Mingi’s men hanging around you. Even having Mingi in the house would be a little bit of an upgrade. You check yourself out in your mirror, giving yourself a nod of approval. When you walk out your of your bedroom, you’re face to face with one of Mingi’s burliest men.

He gives you a look of disapproval. You poke your cheek with your tongue, rolling your eyes.

“I’m going back to the club to see Tiffany” You try to take a step, but the man doesn’t move. You furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest “I can’t go anywhere without you anyway, so why are you stopping me”

The man looks you over, glancing at your outfit of choice. He breathes in sharply through his teeth.

“Not sure the boss would like you going out like that”

“Jesus, what is it with you guys. I’m going to a club" You push past the man “Now hurry up, I’m losing precious drinking time”

Prime time is usually anywhere between 11:30pm and 3am. You manage to arrive before the patrons end up getting too drunk and sloppy. Usually it was perfect for you. Perfect timing to find buyers. But it dawns on you that you’re here for yourself, not to work for Lee. You actually feel a little bit lost. You stay close to the bar, letting men buy you drinks.

It isn’t until the alcohol starts to kick in that you remember what happened the other night. You stare down at your near empty glass, then around at the bar. Tiffany is preoccupied with orders and patrons. You decide to only order your own drinks now, and only receive them from Tiffany.

It’s not quite last call, but you’ve hit your limit. You feel good. Really good. You slide yourself away from the bar and begin roaming around the room. A lot of the men are handsome, wealthy, and presumably lonely. You wonder why Mingi is trying to keep you from working with them.

You make eye contact with one of the men. He already has a hostess with him, but his stare invites you over. Until a tight grip wraps around your wrist, dragging you away.

“Hey”

You struggle against the grip, looking up to the back of the owner. You groan, recognizing the wide shoulders. Mingi half tosses you into an open room, slamming the door behind you both. You rub your wrist, raising a brow at him.

“If you wanted to get me alone, you could’ve just said so”

Mingi runs his tongue over his bottom lip, breathing in deeply. His hands land on his hips, accentuating how thin his waist is. You never really had the chance to look over his physique, you two were always busy arguing. You tilt your head slightly, looking him over. You can’t tell if it’s the buzz of the alcohol, but he suddenly appears more attractive.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is stern

You smile softly at him. He watches you closely when you start taking a few steps towards him. His anger dissipates, and confusion washes over his expression. He notices your eyes, slightly glazed. Cheeks, flushed.

“You’re drunk” He murmurs when you stop right under his nose.

“Of course. I’m at a club, why wouldn’t I drink”

“What are you doing here” He repeats. His words are slower this time.

Your eyes glance down at his chest. His dress shirt is partially unbuttoned, showing his skin. You raise your hand up, grazing the tips of your fingers on his chest. Mingi grabs your wrist, gripping it tightly. Your brows bounce up, a conniving smile curling your lips. You lift your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

“I wanted to see you” You coo

Mingi releases your wrist, practically pushing it away. You can’t help but giggle at his reaction. You sway in front of him, keeping your eyes on his face. Mingi shifts in his stance, clearly feeling uncomfortable.

“Aww” You pout a little, batting your eyelashes. “Is the macho man shy” You walk your fingers over his chest, reaching his bare skin once again.

Mingi pushes your hand away.

“That’s enough”

You place your hands flat on Mingi’s shoulders, gently running them down over his pec. You can feel his chest move quickly, his breathing uneven.

“You ever use these rooms for yourself?”

Mingi’s gaze is difficult to decipher. His eyes are piercing; you feel they’re almost daring you. You wait for him to answer, but he doesn’t give you one. You hands trail down lower, reaching his stomach. His eyes still don’t change.

“If I’m good” You rise up on your tip toes, lowering your voice to a whisper “Will you show me your gun”

Your fingers graze over his crotch. Before you can even get a full feel of what lays in his pants, Mingi has a grip of your wrist once again. He whips you around, pushing you face first into the wall, your arm pinned against your back. You wince, a quiet whine emitting your lips. You feel Mingi’s body hard against your back. The warmth of his breath tickles your neck.

You wriggle in his hold, but he only grips you tighter.

“I said, that’s enough”

His voice sends a shiver through your body. You chew at the inside of your cheek, trying to turn your face to look at him. His free hand grabs your face from under your chin, holding it still. Mingi’s face is close to yours, his lips close to your ear.

“Do you understand”

Your press your lips together tightly and close your eyes. You nod quickly, trying to stifle any sound that may come from you.

“I didn’t hear y-”

“Yes” You interrupt.

You open your eyes carefully, catching a glimpse of Mingi’s face.

Unreadable.

Your stomach knots, his gaze not leaving yours. Your own thoughts begin to disagree with your body’s reactions. Your mind tells you to be afraid of this man, how he treats you. How aggressive he is. But your body, cannot help but feel differently.

The warmth between your legs starts to overwhelm you, and your thoughts begin to run wild. Thinking about Mingi pressing up against you, fucking you against this wall. You know you’re still drunk, these could easily be drunk thoughts. You shift your stance a little, grazing the back of your body over the front of his.

“Mingi” You whisper gently.

His heavy eyes look over you. Your cheeks flush, feeling his stare take you in. He acts angry with you, but when he has you in his hold like this, his eyes could devour you.

“It hurts” Your words come out in a slight whimper.

Mingi’s lips part slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing. His eyes reach yours again, and you see the change. Mingi lets go of you, stepping back. You stay against the wall, frozen. It takes you a moment to realize Mingi has left the room. You turn in place, now leaning your back against the wall. Your knees feel weak. You start sliding down the wall, but the slam of the door bursting open sends you into a panic.

You half scream from surprise; you’re quickly filled with annoyance seeing one of Mingi’s men.

“Jesus Christ” You groan. You hang your head, lurching over with your hands on your thighs.

The man looks around the room, his own expression twisting into a look of annoyance

“The fuck are you busting doors down for”

The henchman ends up taking you home, at Mingi’s behest.

You lay in bed, feeling drained from your day. The house is quiet; you’re unsure if Tiffany and Mingi have even made it home yet. You let your eyes become heavy, closing slowly. Your mind wanders around the event the occurred less than an hour ago. You run your tongue passed your lips, remembering the firmness of Mingi’s chest against you.

Your hands clench into fists, thinking now of his hips pushed on you, pressing you against the wall. One of your hands strays into your pajamas, the heat radiating on your skin. You spread your legs, allowing your folds to separate. You touch a finger to the tip of your clit, the sensitivity shocking you. Your walls clench around nothing, eager to be touched.

You push two fingers inside yourself, moaning softly at the ease. You move your hand slowly at first, picturing Mingi behind you. You think of him opening his pants just enough to pull his cock out. Him gripping your hips tightly, pulling your ass backwards hard into his pelvis. You want to see his face. That face that’s so hard to decipher. What it looks like when he’s inside you.

You push your fingers up into your soft spot. Your body tenses, and you let out a long sigh. You turn onto your stomach, fingers still pushed inside you. Another sigh passes your lips, this one shaky, when you start to grind your hips over your hand.

Your wetness trickles down your hand, over your wrist. You prop yourself up with an elbow and a leg, allowing your hips to move easier. Mingi fills your thoughts again, thinking if he is home yet. Is he in his room? How does he sleep? Does he sleep without a shirt, or nude? You wonder if he was turned on earlier too. Did he come home and touch himself. Does he ever touch himself?

You feel as though your fingers aren’t doing any justice. You push a third finger inside you, hoping to reach the peak you’ve suddenly become so desperate for. Once again, your thoughts drift to earlier this evening. How easily Mingi can push you around. Your walls clench. A quiet whine vibrating your throat. You have never felt like this with anyone. Mingi has been so unpredictable. Rough, and handsy, but still timid.

“Mingi..” you moan quietly, thinking of how he grabbed your face, demanding you look at him. Your stomach tightens.

You almost hate that these thoughts are coming to mind. But they make you feel so good.

Mingi pinning your arms behind your back. Pushing your face down into his mattress. Fingers from one hand knotting in your hair. His body practically on top of yours, mounting you. His lips right at your ear, grunting. You can’t hold it anymore.

“I’m cumming” You whimper.

You pull your fingers from inside you, rubbing your clit hard. Your muscles tense, pushing your hips forward, and orgasm out. You can't help but moan louder, soaking your bed sheet. You gasp.

“Oooh” moaning again, you never expected that you would squirt.

Your clit feels so sensitive, almost burning from the pleasure. You want to feel it again. You keep your fingers moving, applying more pressure to your swollen bud.

“Please” you whine, no longer being mindful of the volume of your voice.

The sensation begins to peak quickly. Your thighs tense. Stomach tightens. Unconsciously you hold your breath, only hearing your heart pounding in your ears. A shiver runs through your body and you push you hips down as you did before. Your body trembles, feeling the heat pour from you again.

Your body becomes heavy; your muscles now weak. You let yourself fall, laying on the bed once again. Turning slowly, you shift onto your back. You close your eyes, trying to stabilize your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

The dampness underneath you becomes noticeably cool. Your eyes, heavy with exhaustion, flutter open. You begin to push yourself up on your elbows to sit up, though your body doesn’t cooperate. You have no strength left. The echo of your heart becomes a murmur in your ear, leaving the creak of the hallway the last thing you hear.

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matsunosan · 2 years

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Hi can i request facesitting with Ran?

FACESITTING WITH RAN! - RAN HAITANI X READER

A/N: You have no idea what this man DOES TO ME OMG- I had so much fun with this. I hope you enjoy!! Leave more asks in the ask box loves!

Prompt: Facesitting with Ran!

Summary: You weren't exactly a fan of facesitting, anxious that you would hurt Ran in the process. However, after pushing his buttons, you don't have a choice.

WARNINGS: NSFW, facesitting, pet names, literally pure smut

Word Count: 1,140

Y/N = your name

Y/N/N = your nickname

The steam from the bathroom slowly crept into your and Ran’s shared bedroom. Your aching body opened the heavy door after a long day at work, deciding to strip yourself of your work clothes and join Ran in his shower for a nice surprise. You quickly unbuttoned your shirt, tossing it to the ground and kicking off your shoes as you made your way to the master bathroom. As you entered, the heat of the steam hit your face. Finally. You desperately wanted to relax, to unwind the tensity of every sore muscle in your body. You took off the last bits of clothing and without a second thought, stepped into the shower.

Ran was busy rinsing the soap out of his hair to hear you step in the shower behind him. You took this moment to admire his toned frame. The way that every muscle would flex as he ran his hands through his hair made heat pool down into the depths of your core. You needed him. And you needed him now. Deciding to scare him a bit, you reached a hand out to give Ran’s ass a gentle squeeze as he finished rinsing the suds out of his locks. Ran’s eyes immediately shot open as he whipped around to see who the culprit was. “Jesus Y/N,” he chuckled, letting out a breath. “Don’t scare me like that baby.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him close. “I missed you,” you whispered against his skin. “So much.” Ran smiled, knowing that you probably had a rough day at work. He returned the embrace and you took the chance to squeeze at his ass again. “Princess,” Ran used the name to scold you. “If you keep misbehaving, I’ll have to punish you.” So, you squeezed his ass again.

Ran told you that your punishment would come after the shower, but it felt like it had already begun. His long fingers traveled swiftly across your body as he washed every inch of your skin delicately. He massaged the knots in your back and shoulders, spending extra time on the spots that made you wince in pain. “My poor baby,” he cooed, hands burning fire through the flesh. “Work’s got you so wound up.” You sighed in response, wishing that the moment would never end. But to your dismay, Ran turned off the shower head once you were clean and stepped out of the shower. He handed you a clean towel to dry yourself off, and as you stepped your way back into the bedroom, he grabbed your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked slyly, a mischievous grin on his face. “I was just going to grab something to wear,” you responded, tugging lightly at his grip. Ran tightened his hand around you, “Not so sure about that, doll.” You shot him a bratty look before being tugged into his arms. Ran’s chest was flush against your back as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to make that pretty face of yours beg for mercy.” And he did.

Your legs shook nervously as your slick hovered over Ran’s mouth, his hands clasped around your thighs. Ran knew how you felt about facesitting. He fucking knew. You were embarrassed, afraid of losing strength and crushing his handsome face. He would bring it up every now and then, telling you it was a fantasy of his. Ran was desperate to have you sit on his fucking face, and you were always too scared to let it happen. Now, you didn’t have a choice. He told you it was your punishment for misbehaving and you knew what would happen if you disobeyed any further. So here you were, a rambling mess as Ran smiled underneath you, his head resting on a pillow on your shared bed. ‘“R-Ran,” you whined. “Please.” “Please?” he smiled. “Please what? Use your words Y/N.” You didn’t want to give in. You wanted to stand your ground, but you wanted to feel him inside you so fucking bad. “Please let me s-sit on your face,” you said barely above a whisper. You knew that wasn’t good enough. Why in the hell would you even try? Ran loved hearing your sweet words and delicious moans. “Oh my,” Ran’s fingers slowly started to leave your thighs, their support quickly fading. “I couldn’t quite-” “Please let me sit on your face Ran!” you cried. “Now we’re talking.”

Ran had never seen you so vocal before. When you begged him to sit on his face so loudly, he laid there in shock for a moment, his mouth hanging open. He loved having you at his mercy, and his cock twitched violently at the sight. You kneeled there, folds nice and wet from the shower and your slick. Your hair clung to the sides of your face from sweat and each breath shook in anticipation. You were so fucking beautiful. Ran didn’t waste anymore time as his hands returned to your thighs and he harshly brought you down to his mouth. “Fuck Ran,” you sobbed. He gave you no pity, his tongue working its way around your bud like a starved animal. Immediately, your face went numb and you began to lose control over your legs. Ran took note, not stopping his actions as he helped hold you above his head. “R-Ran,” you whined. “It’s too much!” Your shaky hands reached down over his own, holding him in place. As if your words were encouraging, he shifted his grip to replace his tongue with his thumb and his wet muscle switched to dive into your sticky hole.

Your breath became labored, the knot in your core tightening at a terrifying pace while Ran ate you out. The room around you spun, vision going blurry from pure pleasure. This man knew how to drive you absolutely insane. You’ve never come undone so fast. One moment Ran has you quivering in his hold, and then you’re screaming his name while your juices coat Ran’s chin. He licked up everything you gave him, not daring to waste a drop. “Look at you princess,” he smiled up at you, panting while he caught his breath. “So fucking gorgeous.” “That was amazing Ran,” you wheezed. “We should have done that sooner.” “I know love,” he replied, helping you down from your perch above his face. “You have no idea how fucking addicting your pussy is.” You blushed heavily at his words, as if you weren’t just getting the life sucked out of you moments before. Ran looked like he was in heaven, his hands at your waist while you sat there on his chest. “I hope you’ve got another round in you, doll,” Ran grinned from ear to ear.

Shit.

You were really in for it tonight.

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How they sleep headcannons pt. 2

Part one

Dateables + exchange students

Gender neutral

Warnings: None

Simeon

He could sleep in both socks or no socks. Considering the fact that he falls asleep at his desk fairly regularly socks on is more likely.

HUGS A PILLOW. Don’t ask me how I know, he just does. Even if you are sharing the bed the pillow is going to stay for a while. Gotta leave room for Jesus.

Wears old man pjs like Lucifer but they have fun designs and color. Has a set that Lucifer bought him that’s his favorite. Definitely sent Lucifer a pic of him in it.

Luke

He was a strictly socks only kind of guy back in the Celestial Realm but the Devildom was just too warm for that. Socks off now unless Diavolo switches up the weather, then those bad boys go straight back on.

Sleeps on his front, face into the pillow. Traditional sleepover kind of guy. MC gets a mattress on the floor. Very comfy and quiet compared to the house of lamentation, 10/10 sleep.

Has a favorite shirt from Diavolo with little bears on it Don’t tell anyone he actually really likes it.

Solomon

No socks, Let them floor grippers breathe. Won’t wear socks until it is freezing. He likes the pair of toe socks Asmo got him as a joke. Likes to ~wiggle~ his toes in them bc it freaks out Luke.

Any position goes tbh. He could fall asleep upside down and still have a good sleep. Would probably hug you with an iron grip. Good luck MC this one is a doozy.

His current favorite are plaid pj pants but no shirt but it tends to change every 50 years or so. Asmo really hopes that he goes back to sleeping lingerie one day.

Diavolo

No socks. Have you seen his demon form. Tits out toes out is his motto. It’s also just a little too warm for socks.

Face sleeper, all the way. I feel like he sometimes accidentally transforms to his demon form while he’s sleeping because it’s more comfortable. Don’t worry about this if you ever share a bed though, he will be too excited and nervous to even fall asleep.

Like I said, tits out toes out. His demon form is the most comfortable to sleep in. If he can’t do that he has some loungewear Lucifer bought him that he prefers.

Barbatos

Socks. On. No arguments. The stompers will be appropriately clothed.

Out of habit he’s a very light sleeper will wake up if you move. Sleeps in a corpse position unless he is very worn out. You’re very lucky if you catch him sleeping anywhere outside his bedroom.

Another one who has a classic old man set. These are the only known pyjamas he has. Diavolo has sworn secrecy regarding his other nightwear.

Thirteen

Toe socks, they are fun. She enjoys the chaos of knowing the fact that she can cover each toe with a bit of sock. Has a magenta and pink set she got from Solomon and regards it as the only redeeming thing he has ever done.

Doesn’t have to sleep for a while if she doesn’t want to. Prefers to sleep with an invention of hers near enough that it could be used if need be. Good luck MC.

Likes tank tops and shorts that match. Also likes to have a matching hair tie and has a strict hair regimen. She won’t tell you but she likes doing hair so if she gets the chance you will end up with a new hair style specifically for when you sleep.

Mephistopheles

Socks, appropriate bed attire only. Wait Lucifer wears socks too? No socks, socks are for those who lack class.

Sleeps like a 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃, meaning that he snores loud enough to wake the dead. Likes to kick sometimes. Rip MC.

Has a favorite set of black pyjamas they have a nice pocket on the chest ☺️👍. Don’t tell him Lucifer has the same set, he will loose it.

Raphael

No socks. He wants to feel free of obligations so he finds socks too constrictive.

This man is tired of dealing with Michaels shit. Please let him get at least 8 good hours of sleep. For the love of god, MC, if you’re in the room you better be quiet or he may pull a reverse guardian angel on you.

Not fully nude but close to it, he locks his door unlike a certain nudist sleeper. Just a good pair of boxers is all he needs. It reminds him of the days of loincloths. Good times.

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