Sana spotting reader in the crowd at the concert and keeps looking at her the whole show, then tells her manger to bring you backstage after the show and she ends up taking you back to her hotel room…smut of course. Thank you!

tags : belittling, humiliation, spanking (or just plain degradation if you’d like), sana has a strap, smut with plot!

content warning : smut! that’s..it lol

pairing : fan!femreader x sana minatozaki

word count : 2k

a/n : thank you so much for requesting, sana’s my bias so i had a super fun time writing this!!<3 also I’M SO SORRY FOR KEEPING YOU WAITING!! i hope the wait is worth it!

there you were, standing in line for the twice tour concert happening in your city, you would’ve came with a friend, but nobody in your circle really likes kpop the way you do.

plus, you didn’t want anyone you knew to see you fangirling over a girl group who doesn’t even know you exist which would get significantly worse when sana comes on stage.

you brought your twice lightstick and a silly little sign that reads “sana please kiss me i need you badly”, this was a one in a lifetime opportunity, you needed to confess your undying love to your soulmate if given the chance! listening to your own thoughts playback in your mind, you giggled at your delusions. god, you’re hilarious.

before you knew it, the line progressed and you were finally sat for the concert. fanchants ready to be yelled out, lightstick set up. oh you were so ready. plus, you got front seats too, so you were even more hyped.

then, they appeared. suddenly, everybody just lost their shit you included and started screaming for their bias. song after song, dancebreak after dancebreak, the crowd was going absolutely wild. while yes, you were enjoying the performance as a whole, but you just couldn’t stop staring at your favorite member. and surprisingly, she stared back most of the time! smiling at you and winking as she sang, just basically fueling all of your delusions. the rush of it all gave you the confidence you needed to do this.

you waited until she looked at you again and just held the sign up, you didn’t give a single fuck about the people behind you, they didn’t matter! you needed to make sana remember you by something, even if it was lowkey embarrassing!

she took a few moments to read it, squinting her eyes, then.. giggled??

oh she wants you badly!! is what you told yourself because you and facing reality are not a good match! she took the sign from your hands and showed it off to the other members, earning a bunch of laughs and giggles from them, followed by some talking.

oh nevermind, she’s most likely making fun of you.

embarrassed, you started looking around, pretending you didn’t know what was going on as if everyone didn’t just see that she grabbed the sign from you. but then, you spotted her writing something on it with a sharpie. intrigued, you watched her as she finished up writing. she jogged over to you and handed you back your sign as she winked at you. you smiled nervously and muttered a confused ‘thank you’ before your eyes darted at the writing.

your eyes widened, both in confusion and very pleasant surprise.

‘stay here after the concert, a manager will come get you ;)’

oh my god.

-

the final song finished and everybody cheered loudly for the last time. you had a great time, but you just couldn’t stop looking at your sign, reminiscing about what she was planning. was she trying to get you arrested? why would she wink though.. maybe she winked just so you would stay and THEN she’d get you arrested???

your mind ran wild as you quickly reached for the exit of the arena, trying not to get caught by whoever was out to get you, but before you could, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

fuck.

“excuse me, ms. minatozaki is requesting to see you, i believe.”

trying not to hide your defeat and fear of what could possibly happen, you nodded. “yup. lead the way!” you said, over enthusiastically. he motioned for you to follow him and he took you backstage, where, surprisingly, no other members were present. just her. you unintentionally gulp as the staff leaves you two alone.

god she’s literally staring you down. you would’ve been excited about being so close to her in person but the situation right now was kinda preventing that, you fidgeted with your hands. right as she was about to speak,

“are you gonna get me arrested? look, it was a silly little joke i had no intentions of making you uncomfortable and i’m honestly really sorry if i di-“

“relax, baby” she interrupted, “i found it endearing. i mean, it’s not like you’re a creepy old man, are you?” she slightly tilted her head as she asked the question.

you hesitantly shook your head. wait, did she just call you baby?? you felt that you could just die right then and there.

“so, why are you panicking? if i was trying to get you arrested, i wouldn’t be smiling and winking at you all show, would i now, cutie?”

your jaw slightly dropped at the amount of pet names that she just kept casually throwing around. does she not know what that can do to someone who’s like. infatuated with her??

“no, you wouldn’t, i don’t think.” you stuttered out. she giggled at you, eyeing you down, her gaze ending up on every single part of your body.

“are you free tonight?” she asked you, an innocent smile plastered on her face.

-

quite frankly, you were originally planning to go home right after concert, lay on your bed and watch tiktoks for like 5 hours straight but… let’s just say making out with the sana minatozaki on her hotel room’s bed was significantly better than that.

she unfortunately pulled away from you and looked into your eyes as she slightly panted, “what are you into, baby?” she asked you.

not knowing what to respond, you looked around nervously, still not over the fact that you’re about to fuck an idol?? your favorite one, at that. was this even allowed???

“uhm.” you finally responded, “i don’t know.. girls?” you awkwardly chuckled.

fuck, maybe being funny wasn’t the best approach, she looked like she was genuinely asking. you could tell from the drop of her expression that she was getting impatient, she subtly sighed, almost pulling away from you.

which…. you always found it kind of sexy when she got frustrated at her other members, or something of the sorts.

biting back a shy smile, you kept staring at her. then, as if something in her mind clicked, something in her eyes sparkled and she smirked.

“oh… i see where this is going.” she playfully smirked, getting closer to you again as if she could feel your face growing hotter by the second. “you’re into people treating you like garbage, aren’t you?”

you hesitated, but you ended up silently nodding. was she psychic??

“oh how cute. so if i were to fuck you roughly as i called you names, you’d like that, hm?”

you froze, then turned your head to look at anything that wasn’t her face. god that sounded so hot.

“answer, you bitch.” she grabbed you by the jaw and made you look at her, her eyes piercing through you. you swore that you could’ve came right then and there, but you obviously had and wanted to keep this going.

“y-yes sana, i’d like that. alot.” you squirmed under her, her eyes still not leaving yours. she scoffed.

“i knew you were a complete slut as soon as i saw you.” she kissed your neck, earning a relieved sigh from you as she unbuttons your shirt. “also,” she added,

“it’s ms. sana, got it?”

-

next thing you knew, she was violently dicking you down from behind with her strap. wait, why did she even bring it along with her on tour? whatever, that didn’t even matter right now, what mattered was that your twice bias was literally inside you and that you felt like you could squirt just from that. an exaggeration, but she was just that good at fucking you.

“fuckfuckfuck sana right there..” you moaned out, throwing your head down on the pillow before you stammered nervously, “i-i mean, ms. sana!”

in response, “aren’t you a cute thing. this is the fourth time you’ve made that mistake. does it feel that good?” you heard her giggle. okay, she didn’t sound mad, but you still needed to be careful next ti-

before you could even finish that thought, though, you felt her hand smack one of your cheeks with full force, making you flinch and unintentionally whimper at the impact. fuck, that hurt.

“apologize.” she coldly ordered you, her pace getting faster by the second, causing you to lose your breath. recollecting your thoughts, you let out a nervous “i’m s-sorry ms. sana fuck i’m sorry..”

“god.. look at you. ass up for a girl you barely even fucking know.” she hummed, clearly amused by all of this, amused by how easily you gave in. she gently scratched and pet your head as she would a dog, still roughly pounding you from the back. “are you stupid or just a horny bitch?” she mockingly giggles.

“that’s just what you are, isn’t it? a little bitch in heat. hm?”

if her purpose was to fill you with shame, then it was very much working. you felt humiliated. when you really thought about it like that, you are literally letting a stranger fuck you. not only that, but you went to her hotel room. maybe she was right, maybe you are just a whore.

“come on baby, say it. admit how much of a slut you are.” she pulled on your hair, forcing you to hold yourself up. you whimpered and moaned loudly at the sensations, trying your hardest to form a correct sentence, “yes ms. sana i’m a s-slut! fuckfuck i’m a slut for you p-pleaseee fuck me harder..”

your dignity and self-respect now long gone, your only priority was cumming. she probably caught onto that quickly, though, since she immediately started changing her pace, going at a much slower speed, much to your despair. you whined. “such a good bitch for mommy. are you getting close?” she asked.

mommy?? oh this woman wanted you dead. her words and the noises coming out of her contributing in making it harder for you to keep your composure. god you were a mess, being undone like this, being used like this, being at someone’s mercy, sana’s mercy. it turned you on so much.

moaning out consecutive mhms in response to sana’s question, she hummed, grabbing your waist. then, unexpectedly, she rams into you, her strap fucking in and out of you, covered in your slick. “then we’ll cum together, okay?” she orders, panting. you eagerly nod, head pressed into the pillow.

you feel your orgasm building up, your noises getting higher and louder. she quickly started shamelessly moaning louder too, good girls and just like thats escaping her mouth.

it didn’t take long before her breathing stopped for a moment, pulling on your hair with such a force. she moaned out your name, and that’s when your own mind blanked. that feeling in your lower stomach was now replaced with complete euphoria, and it was amplified by the fact that you knew it was caused by sana. you didn’t care about how loud you were being, you didn’t care about the people next door, you wanted them to know who was making you feel this good.

as you both came down from your high, you felt her pull out. it took you some time to actually sit up, but your legs weren’t exactly in the best state right now.

“do you do this to every fan you meet?” you ask her, laying down on your side, sounding kinda muffled due to your head still being in the pillow.

“hm, no. i’ve never done this before. i guess it was something about you.” she said, smiling as she was tying her hair and then eventually taking the strap off of her, setting it down on the nightstand.

then, you remembered your so called delusions. maybe they weren’t entirely delusions after all!

-

you took your bag, all dressed up and ready to leave the hotel room, she on the other hand, stayed naked, because that’s apparently how she sleeps. you say your goodbyes very obviously eyeing her bare body and head to leave, but she stops you.

“here’s my number, i’ll text you and eventually let you know when we come back here.” she winks at you, then sends you on your way.

well! getting dicked down by sana minatozaki wasn’t exactly on your bucket list this year, but it was certainly very welcomed, considering you went back home giggling to yourself and did your own thing when you arrived home, still thinking about all of it..

from now on, you could never allow yourself to miss the upcoming tours.

ok but pre-outbreak Joel gets a cute young new neighbour and she’s a camgirl (pretending it’s more modern day and the technology exists lol) but he doesn’t know and one day she asked him for help with fixing something so he actually sees the inside of her house. And then later on, at night he’s trying to find something good 👀 for happy Joel time (bc his cute neighbour in her way too short shorts got him a lil hot and bothered) he comes across her doing a live cam show and he’s like “oh shit.. I know that room. And that ass..) and he realises it’s her and he just has to join in and see what’s going on and it just gets smutty.

And in the end he somehow reveals it’s him in a discreet non creepy way and she’s like yeah i know *wink wink* just really flirty and stuff! There could even be another part eventually where they actually get together and smuuuut!

This idea has been in my head the last few days but I’m not a good writer.. and you’re such a good smut writer 😭😭

A/N: oh my sweet anon, I am so sorry this took so long!! I may or may not have got carried away with this and rolled it all into one piece… so have this monstrous 7.1k word oneshot 🥹

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!! fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!), use of the word daddy, implied age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age!), probs more I’ve missed. It’s just porn tbh people!

Word Count: 7.1k

Characters: Joel Miller x Cam Girl!Reader (f)

You waved sweetly, blew a kiss to your laptop screen and ended the stream after saying a final goodbye to your viewers. You closed down your laptop and reached behind you, on your bed to grab your T-shirt and shorts. You stood up from your spot on your bed, stretched your back with a groan and threw your baggy T-shirt on over your naked torso and shimmied your tight gym shorts over your bare legs. 

You had moved back to Austin a few months ago with your parents, things had ended badly with a previous partner and it meant moving back to the city to be closer to them. Your parents majorly helped you out, hence why you were able to afford the comfy house you lived in, deep in the suburbs. 

Your house was next to Joel Miller’s, he was a devoted single father to his daughter, Sarah, who was in her mid-teens. You would sometimes look after Sarah if her sitter ever cancelled last minute and you loved it, it was like having a little sister, she would often come round and ask for advice on clothes, boys and sometimes, homework, when she trusted you enough to know the subject. 

You kept a fair distance from her dad, he was a handsome male in his late forties, potentially pushing older and sure, you thought he was super handsome but it wasn’t a line you particularly wanted to cross due to the implications and mess if you did, so you stuck to yourself besides your interactions with Sarah. 

To help pay your rent and keep food on your table, you had a part-time job at a local store but the main source of your income came from your online presence. You performed on an adult-only cam site and offered subscriptions for your content. You had somewhat gained traction on the site and it left you living fairly comfortably, especially with your parents help. No one around you in your day-to-day life knew about your online presence and you preferred to keep it that way, it was the twenty-first century and sure your parents may have understood, you just preferred to not talk about it with them. 

You walked downstairs, your makeup was still on but you had pulled your hair up away from your face. You had gone to get a snack after a two-hour long show, you had given your midday viewers a special treat as you normally only performed in the evenings / later at night as that’s when the money seemed to roll in easier. You ate a bagel with cream cheese and sighed to yourself as you scrolled through your phone, you clocked the time and noticed you had four hours or so until you had an evening stream booked. You needed a hot bath to clean yourself up after this afternoon’s one and a nap also sounded amazing. 

With that in mind, you wandered back upstairs and switched your taps on in your en-suite and awaited the water to warm up. You waited five minutes and the water was still icy cold, you rolled your eyes and pulled your clothes back on. 

“Fucks sake.” You huffed angrily and stomped downstairs to pop next door. 

Joel was a contractor and all-round handyman, sure he wasn’t a plumber but he would most definitely have a better idea of what was going on and he would most likely be able to fix it. You walked down the driveway of your house to head to Joel’s; the cool summer breeze pricked your skin, goosebumps rose on your arms and legs and your nipples hardened under the white fabric of your T-shirt. 

You brought your hand up and knocked on the door once, you looked down at your appearance and suddenly felt self-conscious, you pulled your arms across your chest to cover your nipples and shifted on the spot as you awaited someone to answer the door. 

“Oh, hi darlin’.” Joel said, smiling through his confusion as to why you were here and knocking on his door. “Sarah is at a friend’s for the night, she’s been beggin’ me to let her have a sleepover so I gave in. Were you looking for her?” He asked softly. 

You tracked his eyes, they started from your flip-flop clad feet and followed the shapely lines of your bare legs before they hungrily raked over your torso and found their way back to your own eyes. You swallowed roughly and pulled your arms tighter around yourself. 

“Uh, I was actually looking for you…” you started. “I’ve got somewhere to be in a few hours and I need a bath, my taps aren’t running hot. I was wonderin’ whether you could come over and take a look?” You asked nervously. 

“Oh sure! It’ll probably be a simple fix, let me grab my tools from the truck and I’ll be right over.” He smiled and closed his door behind him. 

He grabbed his toolkit from the back of the truck and ushered for you to lead the way back to your house. Joel watched as your hips swayed as you walked, the stretchy fabric of your gym shorts clung to your hips, ass and thighs perfectly. They rode up your behind in the most teasing way and Joel mentally cursed himself for imagining what laid underneath the material. 

“Hot date tonight then?” Joel asked innocently as you walked him up your stairs. 

“Ha. Yeah. Something like that.” You laughed awkwardly, god if only he knew. 

You opened your bedroom door to Joel and let him walk into your room. “Yeah, just through that door. I’m useless with this sorta stuff and normally I would call my dad but he’s at work and I noticed your truck in the driveway…” you mumbled and stood in your bedroom awkwardly. 

You looked around your room, just scanning the area to ensure you hadn’t left any of your toys out from your stream and you felt your cheeks immediately glow when you noticed your vibrator sitting by your pillow. 

Joel was humming as he took your bath panel off to inspect the plumbing work under the ceramic and you took the opportunity to push the vibe just under your pillow. You went over to the bathroom and leant on the door frame; you couldn’t help but admire the older male’s biceps as they flexed as he toyed with the temperature valve under the bath. He fiddled around for fifteen minutes or so until the water ran hot, the water immediately steaming in the air. 

You grinned at him as he called out ‘gotcha’. “Joel! You’re a hero, thank you! I owe you a pack of beers, I’ll get them over to you at some point this week, I promise.” You enthused and clapped your hands. 

Joel sat up from his position, clicked your bath panel back in place and switched the taps off. He looked at you and dusted his hands off on his jeans, as you clapped he couldn’t help but notice the way your breasts squeezed together under your shirt. He could clearly see that you weren’t wearing any underwear, your nipple’s colour showed through your white T-shirt and he felt his cock twitch in his boxers at the sight. 

“Don’t be silly, darlin’. I’m just happy to help out a neighbour in need. Plus you look out for Sarah, I owe you a lot more than sorting out a couple valves under your tub.” He laughed and threw his spanner back into his tool bag. 

“I love Sarah! She’s like a little sister to me, I just hope I’m not a bad influence on her!” You giggled and watched as Joel packed up his tools. 

“You a bad influence? I doubt that very much, sweetheart.” He smiled softly and you let him pass you back into your room. He looked around your room and admired your decorations. “I like what you’ve done in here, looks real nice. You do this yourself?” He asked and toyed with the material of the canopy that hung above your double bed. 

You nodded proudly. “Yeah, well, my dad helped me a little but I always get impatient and end up doing it myself just so it’s done.” You chuckled and he looked around before clapping his hands awkwardly once. 

“I should uh, let you have your bath in peace. Unless you need anything else from me?” Joel asked causing your eyebrows to rise in shock. “No! I meant um, sorry darlin’! Didn’t mean to sound so dirty with that suggestion, I mean do you have anything else that needs to looking at around your house?” He corrected himself and you laughed softly at him. 

“Oh, of course you didn’t.” You mumbled, an edge of disappointment lacing your voice. “Well, my facets and pipes under the sink, downstairs are a little loose and leaky. If you wouldn’t mind tightening them, I would be really grateful.” You smiled softly and after Joel gave you a nod, you lead him downstairs into your kitchen. 

You bent down to move your cleaning supplies out of the way and Joel swore his heart almost stopped, he could clearly see the outline of your ass and your privates as the lycra clung to every one of your curves. You stepped back and let Joel work again. 

“Joel, can I please be really rude and excuse myself to go and take that bath? I need to clean up before I’m needed elsewhere. I really appreciate your help with this all and please feel free to let yourself out. I’ll pop by tomorrow with some beers!” You said sweetly. 

“No worries at all, I won’t be long at all, sweetheart. Please don’t worry about the beers, it’s my pleasure. Honestly.” Joel spoke from under the sink as you left the kitchen to go back to your en suite. 

Joel continued to work on your kitchen sink, it was a short job and he was soon finished. He heard the water stop running upstairs and once again, he scolded himself for letting his filthy thoughts run away from him. He imagined your body slipping into soapy water, the bubbles clinging to your breasts, your perky nipples inviting him to suck them into his mouth and your perfectly round ass glistening with the soapy water. He groaned to himself as he picked up his toolkit to leave, he briefly palmed his half-hard cock in his jeans and he was feeling so thankful that he had the house to himself that evening. 

Whilst in the bath, you laid back into the enticing warm water and you let your thoughts run away from you. You imagined how Joel’s calloused fingers would feel buried deep in you, working your pussy closer to orgasming. You imagined how it would feel to be embraced by him before he pushed his dick deep into you until you were crying for him to stop. You physically shook your head and swallowed thickly, that right there, those thoughts, that’s exactly why you tried to keep your distance from the older male. He got under your skin and lit a fire deep in the pits of your belly. Silently, you were appreciative that you were so worked up because you knew it meant you would be giving your viewers a great show tonight. 

The time soon came for you to start your live stream; you were wearing a lacy pink bra and matching panties; the bra had crisscross straps across your cleavage and your nipples showed through the sheer material. 

“Evening guys,” you purred and gave a wave to your viewers. Whenever you streamed you work a masquerade mask to hide your identity and you always put a voice on; it was similar to your own but a little bit lower and more sultry. “How’s everyone’s day going today? I know I’m super excited to be here tonight.” You whined as your fingers toyed with your hardening nipples. 

Your set up was simple, you usually sat on your bed at the beginning of streams before moving into all crude positions for your viewers; their comments and tips egging you to go further. 

Comments started to flood in and it didn’t take long for you to lose your bra; you kept your panties and stockings on as the garment you chose for tonight was crotchless which mean you could toy with yourself without losing the sexy underwear. 

You were laid back, your back was arched off the bed as you plunged your rabbit vibrator in and out, your thoughts swam with Joel and imagining it was him pleasuring you. Small moans tumbled from your lips as the noise of comments and monetary tips filled the room. 

You were getting closer to having an orgasm and you didn’t know how long you could hold off for. Normally, when streaming, you would fake it a lot since it was a lot of effort to have orgasm after orgasm, especially for hours at a time; by now you had perfected the faking of one but not tonight. Your fingers pinched at your nipples and you shuddered on your toy as you worked yourself through it. You removed the toy and brought it up to your bare lips, you sucked it into your mouth and moaned. 

“Wow, thank you Sunset331 for the $100 tip. I’ll be sure to send a picture your way after the stream.” You purred. 

*Handyman47 Entered the Chat*

“Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” You called out and turned so the camera had a perfect view of your exposed ass and vagina. You pushed the toy back into yourself and whimpered at your overstimulation as you got right back into the quick rhythm. 

—

Joel was frustrated, sexually and emotionally. He needed to relieve some of the stress that had built up this afternoon. He had always found you tempting and attractive but tried his hardest to ignore you whenever you came round. But there you were today, all perfect and tight, he was blinded by his arousal.

He laid back on his bed, his back pushed up against his pillows as he got his laptop out and started Googling adult-only sites that could help him along the way. He stumbled across a streaming site he hadn’t seen before, it looked decent enough so he quickly made an account and clicked onto one of the first streams he saw the thumbnail for. 

The actress looked attractive enough for him to take the edge off and he thought somewhere in the back of his mind, that the body on his screen looked similar to yours but he pushed that sinister thought away and assumed it was because you had frustrated him so much earlier that day. 

Then he heard the voice from his laptop, “Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” It clicked instantly in his brain, his eyes scanned the background of the room and he swallowed thickly. 

Joel couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his hand, he was already stroking himself and then he happened to stumble across you. He watched on as the toy disappeared into your hungry heat and would come out covered in your arousal, he groaned loudly from the back of his throat as his thumb swiped over his cock head and lubricated his length with his own pre-cum. 

He knew he should close his laptop down and go and take a cool shower but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of his laptop screen, he looked out his window and could see yours; your curtains were drawn and there was a charming pink glow coming from behind them. Just like in your stream. He was so close to you, yet you had no idea just what he was doing a mere distance away from you or how crazy you drove him.

—

“Oh yeah, just like that daddy. Please don’t stop. Yeah.” You moaned, you had switched positions again. You were on your back and your sticky privates showed directly to the camera. Your juices were creamy and thick as you continued to push your toy into your hole. “Hmm, I think I should change to something bigger. I need a real man to come here and fill me up.” You purred and sat up to read the comments. 

Handyman47: I volunteer, darlin’. 

Sunset331: on my way, need u so bad

Jungleboy87: show us that needy pussy again. pls

You giggled as you read the comments, your tits hung in front of the camera as you did so but one caught your eye. Handyman47, surely it was a coincidence, no? Joel was around that age, that was his job and the fact he called you darling. Your throat went dry as you pondered the possibility of it being the older man from across the road. 

You pushed that thought aside and grabbed your dildo off your bedside table; it was hot pink and a thick 10” in length, your biggest one to date. 

“What do you think, guys? Do you reckon I can make it fit in my little hole?” You purred and ran it through your wet folds. 

You pressed the tip of the toy into your hole and whimpered at the immediate stretch, slowly, you plunged it into yourself. The stretch of the toy stung and you closed yours eyes, imagining it was Joel filling you out like that. 

Comments of encouragement flooded the chat once again and you smiled devilishly as you pulled the toy out to switch your position. You lifted the prop from the floor, it was a large piece of plastic that you used specifically for streaming, it allowed you to suction your toy to it and it meant you could ride it with ease. 

“Oh fuck, daddy. You’re so big. Dunno if I can take it all like this.” You whimpered, straddling the toy and slowly pushing yourself down onto it. 

You rode your toy, the pleasure already building up in your body and you clenched around it weakly as your thighs burned with the effort. 

Joel watched on, his eyes fixated on his screen; he saw the way your tight pussy stretched around the toy and he pumped his cock enthusiastically with each rise and fall of your body. His tip was leaking pre-cum and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was cumming into his palm over the sight of you fucking yourself. 

“Gonna squirt all over your cock.” You shuddered and you meant it, it was how you ended your shows normally; one final blow out for the fans. 

Your hand fumbled beside you as it reached for your bullet vibrator. You brought it to your clit and almost immediately you felt your orgasm come crashing through you, your hips faltered as your ground down onto the toy below you. You rose as your felt yourself gush around it, your juices splashed onto the toy and you couldn’t help the way your eyes screwed shut and a loud, shaky moan fell from your lips. 

“Fuck, Joel.” You whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He heard it. That was his name. Surely not. Joel watched as you continued to squirt, his cock throbbed and with one final pass of his hand, he came hard. Your name fell from his lips with a groan, he kept hearing the way you whimpered his name as you came on your toy over and over in his head and it made his spent dick jump as he milked himself of every last drop. 

You shuddered as you removed the toy fully from yourself and discarded your bullet to the side of you after turning it off. 

“Wow guys, I’ve made a massive mess here.” You giggled and slapped your sopping wet core once, the wetness apparent as your fingers tapped lightly. 

Comments of appreciation were flooding through your chat and you grinned as you read each one. 

“Thank you sooo much for tuning in guys, I won’t be streaming tomorrow but I’ll be back the day after. Thank you all so much for the support. I love you.” You cooed sweetly and blew a kiss to the camera before shutting the stream down to clean up after yourself. 

—

You had slept soundly after last night’s stream; it was a busy one. All morning, whilst trying to do some admin work, all you could think of was that one username that stuck out to you… Handyman47. You were sure it just had to be a sick coincidence, your thoughts were clouded by lust in the moment and of course it wasn’t Joel. Why would he watch your stream? He didn’t find you attractive, that would just be ridiculous. That’s what you told yourself, anyway. 

You finished up your work for the morning and decided to pop out to the store, to buy the beer you had promised Joel. It was a warm day so you dressed yourself in a sunflower-yellow sundress and flip flops, your hair was tied up messily. 

Once you arrived home from the store, you parked your car up and made your way over to Joel’s house to give him the cool beers. It was a small gesture to say thank-you for the help, even if he insisted that he didn’t want them, it was the polite thing to do and you were raised with manners. 

You raised your arm and placed a quick knock to the door, you were half-expecting to see Sarah’s gorgeous locks but instead you were met with Joel. 

“No Sarah again?” You asked. 

“She uh, she wanted to stay another night at her friend’s and well, you know how the kid is, how could I say no?! You disappointed to see me again, darlin’?” Joel joked with a smirk, although, oddly, he barely made eye contact with you. 

You shrugged. “Eh, not quite my girl but you’ll do.” You joked and held the beers out for Joel. “Plus, she can’t exactly drink these. Not for a couple years anyway.” You winked. 

“Or ever.” Joel replied dryly, catching your eyes this time. He took the pack of beers from you with a smile. “I’m tellin’ ya, you didn’t need to do this for me! It was a small favour. How ‘bout you come on in, we can crack open a beer together?” Joel asked, opening his door wider for you to step in. 

“Oh I wouldn’t wanna impose, I bought them for you to enjoy. Don’t feel like you have to share!” You smiled. 

Joel shook his head and gently took your wrist, to pull you inside. “Nonsense. You look like you’ve had a busy mornin’ and could do with a beer. Go ahead and make yourself comfy in the lounge, I’ll put these in the fridge and grab a couple.” 

You obliged albeit reluctantly, you didn’t mind spending time with Joel but he drove you mad; just being in a close proximity to him like this drove you insane, you couldn’t act on what you wanted and it was torture. You sat down on the couch, crossed your legs and smoothed your dress down, the hem rested comfortably on your upper thigh, just teasing with a glimpse of your forbidden skin. 

Joel entered the room and gave you a bottle of beer, you shot him a small thank you before taking a sip. He sat opposite you in his arm chair and let his legs sprawl out widely; he was wearing shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt, the material hugging his biceps deliciously. 

“How was your hot date last night?” Joel enquired innocently, pretending he didn’t know what you had been up to. “I’m sure I could hear you screamin’ from here.” He teased. 

You laughed dryly and shot him a deathly glare which only made him chuckle. “Wasn’t a hot date, I was actually um, I was working.” You mumbled and stared into the neck of your bottle before drinking some more. 

“That time of night? I thought you worked at that fancy little store in the city?” Joel asked, probing you further. He was treading on thin ice, either you were going to open up about what you were doing or you were going to lie through your teeth. He noticed the way you switched your legs over and shifted awkwardly in your seat. 

“I uh — I have an extra job.” You shrugged, keeping your cards close to your chest. Joel had never really spent this much alone time with you, especially not to ask you this many questions. “How’s work going for you, a lot of jobs on at the moment?” You asked just trying to deflect the attention away from your work. 

“Nope, you’ve got me intrigued, darlin’. What were you doing? What’s this extra job?” 

You cringed, you placed your bottle on the table and hid your face behind your palms. “I — I model and perform on an adult-only site; I do live shows of porn, basically.” You admitted, your cheeks were glowing under your hands. 

Joel watched as you hid your face, he bit back a smirk and watched as your embarrassment poured from you; it was wrong to admit, but it turned him on, to see you all embarrassed and flustered. 

“Oh yeah, I know the ones.” Joel said casually, taking another drink with a shrug. 

You peered through your fingers and your mind shot back to the username. Surely it wasn’t him. No. 

“You, Joel Miller, are telling me you’re one of those creeps on the site?” You asked, raising an eyebrow up at him. 

“Wouldn’t say I was a creep.” He stated bluntly. “I have needs darlin’, especially when my neighbour drives me mad all afternoon dressed in tight shorts or a sexy little dress.” His eyebrow was cocked upwards, testing the water to see exactly how you would react. 

You put your hands on your lap, your mouth fell agape and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat again. 

“Oh. I. Um. You?” You mumbled incoherently, your brain not working quickly enough to form an intelligible sentence which caused Joel to laugh. “You — you see anything on those sites of interest?” You asked quietly, your hands smoothing the fabric of your dress more out of nerves than to adjust the garment. 

“Saw a nice little show last night…” Joel said quietly, he stood from his seat; you could see the vague outline of his thickening cock in his shorts and your privates throbbed. “Thought I recognised the room…” he said, sitting down next to you. “But then I thought, no, it couldn’t be that good little girl that lives next to me. Not with the way she was performing, doing such a good job at taking in her toys.”

Joel was closing the space next to you, you could feel the weight of his body next to you and his fingers tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. It was a tender movement and it made you shiver physically under his touch. You avoided making eye contact with him, you were sure this was just a joke and he was teasing you for your extracurricular job. 

“Look at me.” Joel demanded, his lips were by your ear now, they just ghosted over the area and you shook your head. “Look. At. Me.” Joel said more sternly and his voice was dropped impossibly low. 

His hand held your bare knee, his fingers teasing to travel just under your dress and you finally bared to look at him. Your eyes were wide in shock, your chest heaved slightly with your more laboured breaths and small beads of sweat collected on your neck. 

“It was you…” you whispered to which Joel just smirked. “Son of a bitch. You’re a dirty old man, Mr Miller.” You teased, still feeling nervous under his watchful gaze and touch. 

“Is that why you whimpered out my name as you squirted on your toy? Cause I’m a dirty old man?” Joel asked, his voice dripping with sheer confidence. 

“I — no I didn’t.” You huffed. 

Joel squeezed the delicate skin of your thigh and you made a pathetic noise from the back of your throat before you tried to swallow it back. 

“I heard it.” Joel said smugly. “God, made me cum so hard on myself to hear you calling out my name.” He groaned, thinking back to his activities from last night. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call out your name, I didn’t think anyone heard me. Please don’t tell anyone about my extra job.” You whined as Joel’s hand slid up under your dress slightly, his fingers brushed past your clothed heat and your eyes dipped shut for a second. 

“How about I show you how good I feel compared to those pieces of plastic.” Joel whispered. 

“Please.” You breathed and bucked your hips upwards, searching for the feel of Joel’s fingers. 

Joel silently got off the sofa, you wanted to whine and bring him back so you could feel his large frame next to you again. Before you could react, the older male was sinking to his knees in front of you and was holding your thighs firmly. 

“Wanted to taste you from the day you moved in next door.” Joel stated and your cheeks flushed at his admission. 

He pushed the fabric of your dress up, you took the hint and was quick to discard it to the side of you. Your breasts were freed from the fabric and Joel groaned deeply as he drank in your naked form. He held your thighs again and he pulled you forward so your panties were closer to his face which caused you to yelp.

“Look at you. Fuck.” Joel cursed as he let one of his fingers trail across the wet fabric of your panties. “You wet already for me? Thought you woulda got it outta your system last night.” Joel teased with a knowing smirk as your shuddered against his gentle touch. 

“Are you gonna chat up my vagina all afternoon or are you gonna show me how much better you are than my toys?” You snapped with a bratty smile. 

“I won’t give you anything if you talk to me like that. Now be a good girl and shut up for me, yeah?” Joel bit back, his voice full of condescension which admittedly, only fuelled your arousal further. 

You rolled your eyes and just as you opened your mouth to argue back with the man, he pulled your panties to the side and let one of his fingers sink into your heat roughly. You threw your head back and your fingers gripped at the fabric of Joel’s t-shirt, the sudden action throwing you off. 

Joel twisted his digit to curl it inside of you before he removed it again, causing you to whine angrily at him. You lifted your head to grumble but instead you were silenced as you locked eyes with him; he brought his wet finger to his lips and sucked it in with a soft moan. Your lips parted in silent shock as Joel sucked your arousal into his mouth, moaning like it was the finest food he had ever eaten. 

“Taste so sweet, princess. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He groaned, finally removing your panties from your privates. As you lifted your hips to allow the man more access, he noticed how evident your arousal was, you were near dripping onto his sofa and his mouth watered. “I’m going to eat you out now and I won’t stop until you squirt right into my mouth, so how about you be a good girl and do that for me.” Joel said sternly. 

You nodded dumbly; no man had ever spoken to you this way before, at least, no man you truly wanted. Without another word, Joel dipped his head down and licked a fat stripe up through your folds. You moaned softly, the noise was delicate and sincere, a complete contrast to how you sounded coming from his laptop screen last night. Your body shuddered against the sofa and your fingers had weaved their way into Joel’s salt and pepper hair; his soft locks entangled with your digits. You gently tugged at his hair causing the male to make a gruff noise into your folds, the vibrations rippled through you and you moaned again. 

Joel sucked your clit into his mouth, the sensitive bud was already throbbing with the male’s previous efforts and as soon as his lips suctioned around it your back was arching off his sofa. The old couch creaked under your body as your contorted your back when Joel’s tongue flicked over your clit. 

“Fuck me!” You cursed, one of your hands leaving Joel’s head to pathetically grip at the edge of the sofa for further stability. 

“Later,” Joel mumbled into your wet pussy. 

You let out a breathy chuckle; your head was swimming, your thighs were shaking with the pleasure as Joel continued to work his tongue expertly over your clit and occasionally to dip down into your hole. You felt your orgasm start to bubble lowly in the depths of your belly, just a gentle simmer as Joel licked at you like a man who had been starved. 

As if he read your mind of wanting more, Joel brought two fingers up to your hole; he barely dipped them into you and you whimpered weakly. He pushed one finger in, just barely up to his knuckle before he withdrew it and licked over your clit again, the tip of his tongue flicking at it gently. 

“Please.” You pleaded with a weak and shaking voice. 

Joel looked up at you; his dark pupils were blown with lust and he smirked as he let both fingers push into you, again, barely going past his first knuckles. He twisted his fingers in you and pushed them in fully until the palm of his hand met your body. You let out a loud gasp as your eyes fluttered shut and like a perfectly-timed dance, Joel flicked his tongue across your clit once again. 

“Fucking Christ, shit.” You cursed, your voice loud and sharp as Joel worked his fingers rhythmically into you. 

Joel laughed softly against you as he plunged his fingers into you again and again. He wrapped his lips around your clit again and suckled at the bud softly as his fingers worked into you quickly. Your orgasm came crashing down, you barely had time to register it as Joel worked his fingers quicker, he curled them upwards and they bumped the spongy spot inside of you that had screams tumbling from your lips. 

“G-gonna,” is all you managed to get out, the room was filled with your moans and the obscene wet noise of your arousal as Joel fingered you with fervour. 

“That’s it,” Joel cooed. “Good girl, cum for me. Soak me, need it.” He moaned as he pulled his mouth off of your clit but kept his face near and he replaced it with his thumb. 

The different sensation threw you off momentarily but it was too late and your orgasm ripped through your body, it drew a long moan from your throat; the noise was animalistic and raw and it echoed through the room. Joel removed his fingers and with that, you let go and whimpered as you gushed onto Joel’s face, he lapped up your juices and you shuddered through your orgasm. Joel watched as your pussy clenched and fluttered around air, the aftershocks of your orgasm evident as you writhed in your spot. 

“Look at you.” He sighed happily, watching you still. “Even better than on the screen, so perfect, so beautiful.”

You blushed as his words and you weakly let go of his hair your legs were still quaking as he let go of them, you slumped against his sofa; completely unashamed of your naked state compared to Joel’s fully dressed one. He stood and the outline of his hard cock was evident in his light shorts, there was a darkened wet patch and your mouth watered at the thought he got that turned on by pleasuring you. 

“Come here and taste yourself on me.” Joel breathed, taking your cheek to pull you in for a bruising kiss. 

You held onto Joel’s arms as he kissed you, his tongue trailed over your bottom lip and greedily you sucked it into your mouth, urging him to explore every crevice of your mouth. You made a small noise of appreciation as your mouth was flooded with the taste of Joel mixed with the tang of your own arousal. 

“Fuck me already. Please.” You breathed against Joel’s face, momentarily breaking the kiss. 

“How do you wanna take me, darlin’?” He asked. 

“However you wanna give it to me.” You retorted with a smirk. 

“Get on your knees on the couch, stick your ass up for me and show me that pretty little cunt.” He growled lowly and you obliged happily, doing as he said. 

You positioned yourself so your chest was pressed to the back of the sofa and you allowed Joel full access to yourself. You wiggled your ass as you heard Joel toss his shorts to the side haphazardly. 

“All for me now, huh?” Joel asked, his hands mauled at the skin of your ass and spread your cheeks, he took his length and pressed the tip into your hole, before you knew it, it was gone again and he slapped it gently at your oversensitive clit. “Tell me how bad you want it.” He hissed, running his cock through your wet folds, nudging your clit with each pass. 

“Please, Joel. I want it so bad, never needed a cock so bad in my life, you already made me feel better than any of my toys or the boys I’ve fucked before put together. Please give me your cock, wanna feel your cum fill me up so bad. P-please.” You whined, your voice coming out as small, wrecked sobs as Joel continued to rub his cock over you. 

“Good girl.” He praised and without warning be bottomed out inside of you, you moaned loudly; a perfect blend of pleasure and pain rippled through your veins as Joel brushed some hair from your face so he could evaluate your emotions. 

He rubbed your ass with his palm and landed a bruising slap to it, you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. Joel took that opportunity to pull his hips back, to pull out of you fully; he passed his cock through your soaked pussy lips once again. Your mouth opened to complain but before a single noise could leave your mouth, he was pushing back into your greedy heat without warning. 

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Joel groaned, accentuating each of his words with a hard thrust of his cock. 

He built up a harsh pace, your fingers turned white as they gripped at the fabric of the sofa below you. You were sure if you held on any tighter then the fabric would surely rip under you. Your body prickled as if a hundred needles were touching your skin, your stomach knotted as you felt another orgasm working it’s way through you. Your walls fluttered around Joel and your legs wobbled as you tried to stay grounded as his thick cock nudged that sweet spot inside of you. 

“G-gonna, gonna…” You whimpered, your eyes screwing shut. 

“Mmhm, that’s it. Atta girl, cum on my cock. Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Joel whispered, leaning forward so his body was pressed to yours. 

“Fuck!” You cursed, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Feels so good, n-never felt this good before. Making me feel drunk on your cock, gonna need it again and again and again. Please give it to me. Please. So good.” You rambled, words falling from your lips carelessly as Joel fucked you into your orgasm. 

His thick but nimble digits wound their way around you to fall to your clit, he circled the bud perfectly and it had your head swimming. It was the thing you needed to push you over the edge; you felt as if you had fallen from a cliff, just floating in midair as Joel worked you through it. Moans of profanity and his name fell from your parted lips as you came around the man’s cock, your walls clenched him and held him tightly. 

Seemingly, that was what sent Joel over the edge, his hips faltered and he thrust into you once more, much weaker this time. His cock twitched in your walls and with a groan, and his hands squeezing your hips roughly, he came deep inside of you. You whimpered as your body went limp; Joel’s hot cum filled you and it made you clench weakly around him, your greedy hole trying to suck him in deeper still. 

“Fuck me.” You whispered, your ass still on display for the older man as he pulled out of you with a wince. 

“Just did that, darlin’.” He laughed breathlessly, trying to gain composure once again. 

You rolled your eyes, was typical Joel to state that when clearly it was a rhetorical state meant as a throwaway. 

“I should um, well I should pop to the bathroom to quickly clean up and then get out of your hair.” You said, somewhat awkwardly as you stood shakily from the sofa and held your thighs together tightly. 

Less than a minute ago, the man’s cock had been inside of you and now that the thick tension and lust had cleared the air you couldn’t help but feel a little bit awkward about it. 

“Stay?” Joel asked. “I mean, I wasn’t really done with you yet.” He grinned boyishly and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Just an idea, darlin’ but how about we go shower and clean up and order some food. We still got more beers to get through. Then, I’m sure if you’re a really good girl, I could give you my cock again.” His hand was stroking up and down your arm, his fingers tickled your skin and in their wake they left goosebumps. 

You looked up at Joel, into his deep brown eyes and you nodded with a grin. 

“Deal. But you’re paying for the food, you ol’ perv.” You teased with a giggle. 

“Get upstairs.” Joel said with a roll of his eyes. 

You laughed to yourself again as you walked away, to go upstairs only to yelp loudly when Joel came up behind you and placed a light tap to your ass and rushed in front of you. 

“You’re dead, Miller.” You called and chased up behind him to return the favour. 

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DAY 08 | GOT NO REGRETS

PAIRING: seo changbin x reader

GENRE: fluff, crack

WC: 0.68k

CW: teri trying to be funny again

PROMPT: stealing his clothes

i think this is the shortest one yet, but i literally had zero ideas. also i wrote it with reader being the same as in the last oneshot, because it seemed funnier that way. like at some point they started dating and this is how it looks like lol. anyway i hope you enjoy <3

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"Yah, have you seen my gym hoodie?” Changbin's voice rang through the rooms as he shouted from your bedroom. You were all the way across the apartment in the kitchen, busy with making coffee. “No!” you yelled back and placed one of the cups you made on the counter. You knew Changbin would appreciate it when he came by the kitchen to get some kind of breakfast before going to the gym. 

You headed to the living room with the other cup in your hands, enjoying the warmth emanating from it. It was an early winter morning, which meant that the apartment was still a bit cold and it would take some time to heat up. But Changbin wanted to go to the gym early, and despite his best efforts, he still woke you up. Upon having decided it's not worth going to sleep for the extra hour before you have to get ready for work, you got up and began helping him get ready for the gym. That meant only making the coffee, because Changbin was a big boy who could get ready on his own.

Carefully, as to not spill even a drop of your precious coffee, you sat down on the couch and tucked your legs underneath you. While warming your hands on the cup of coffee and also waiting for it to be a drinkable temperature, you watched the chaos of Changbin getting ready with a smirk on your face.

There was an open bag on the floor with about half of his gym stuff in it, and the rest was scattered everywhere in the line of sight. Changbin suddenly emerged from the bathroom, dressed in matching black sweatpants and a tank top. As he walked past you, your eyes followed him. You were never one to pass up an opportunity to ogle at his arms, not feeling even a slight bit of shame. 

Just as he was about to disappear into another room, Changbin abruptly stopped, walked a few steps back, and looked at you. He raised his eyebrow, and his eyes went over your whole figure, which was drowning in a dark blue hoodie. You gave him your best innocent smile. “What? It's warm and comfortable,” you shrugged and took a sip of your coffee. 

Changbin sighed. “But I need it for the gym,” he said, standing in front of you with his hands crossed over his chest. He tried giving you the “I'm the boss here” look, but all it did was make you laugh so much that you almost spilled the coffee all over yourself.

“I'm sorry, Binnie, but I can't take you seriously when you look like that,” you said in between giggles. You saw the intention behind his attitude; nonetheless, he looked more like an angry Pomeranian puppy. Just so adorable. You laughing only made him angrier, but you could see he was fighting for his life to keep the facade up a little longer. He once told you that your laugh makes him laugh too. And you would never miss a chance to make him laugh. And if the bonus was also making fun of him... It was all out of love, of course. He teased you just as much.

“Seems like you'll need to take a different one.” You said it as if it were already decided.

“Or you could get up and wear something else,” Changbin countered. "Preferably from your own closet."

You winked at him. “Don't pretend you don't love seeing me in your clothes, Binnie.”

Knowing he had lost this argument, he went back to the bedroom. When he came back, he was holding another one of his hoodies, this one in a light shade of grey. Immediately realizing what his idea was, you put your coffee aside and raised both of your arms. Changbin sighed, but helped you take off his gym hoodie and replace it with the one he brought. You could swear you heard him mutter something along the lines of “Seriously? You big baby.” but you decided to let it slide this time.

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Darkness on the Edge of Town: Chapter 3

Joel Miller x Fem!reader

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Fic Summary: Right before a mandatory FEDRA lockdown, Joel saved a woman in an ally from FEDRA guards and is forced to house her for the entire lockdown. I.e theres only one bed

Chapter Summary: You and Joel pretend life is normal

Warning: SUBBIEST OF SUB JOEL, dirty talk, PIV sex, fingering, Joel being a bit worried he crossed a consent line given the circumstances but he didn't, uhhhhh thanks it? if i miss anything LMK

A/N did I return 4 months later? yes. Will it take another 4 months for the last chapter? I hope not. bc I actually have inspo lol. I had given up but then i got an anon asking for more which always perks me up, so, remember, if you like a fic thats been dead a while, politely tell the writer you are looking forward to more! (politely, do not demand)

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When you woke up, Joel’s arm was around you.

You suspected he was lonely, lonelier than he’d like to admit, and his subconscious sensed the warm body next to him and gravitated towards it. Briefly, you wondered if he had been married, if maybe his wife had died during or after the outbreak. Is that why he had pads in the bathroom? Had it been recent, or had he just not been willing to trade for them because he was secretly sentimental. You’d seen people get sentimental over a lot weirder things than pads. 

You decided to just lay there, enjoying the warmth of his company, silent as ever but no less safe and strong and assuring. He was masculine and you were drawn to that, but a healthy masculinity, the kind where he was the strong silent type but he could not walk away from what was happening to you, no matter how much he wanted to. The kind that didn’t kick you out no matter how much you annoyed him. And yes, you were fully aware you annoyed him, because god, he was so fun to annoy. His grumpy little face, grumpy little frown, the grumpy little lines between his eyebrows you just wanted to kiss…

Images of last night flashed through your head, sucking on the fat tip of his cock, grinding yourself on his leg, the whimpers and shaky moans he made…

“Fuck!” Joel sat up, jolting awake and realizing her was entangled with you. “Sorry, fuck- shit fuck!” He ran both sets of fingers through his messy morning curls, his tan skin even showing a hint of flush at the embarrassment. He’s never seen him so uncertain.

“Joel, It’s okay” You reach for him and he flinches, making you pause… but when you reach for him again, slowly this time, he allows it.

He’s frozen, eyes wide and sad and soft all at once, a new look. Guilt. “I shouldn’t have done that and I should not have let last night happen and-”

“Joel…” You chuckle softly, not mocking him, not belittling his concerns, but merely from the warmth in your heart that such a hardened man could be so soft hearted. “Last night happened because you and I both wanted it.”

“But I shouldn’t have done that to you”

“You didn’t do anything to me. I offered, I wanted to, and if I remember correctly, I did most of the work” You give him a quick wink and he relaxes just a bit. “Joel, I had already made it to adulthood when this outbreak happened. I am not a child, or a mentally stunted youth. I’ve survived this long because I am strong. I know you had to save me, and that’s why you probably view me as someone vulnerable and in need of protection but that’s just not the truth. I appreciate you being considerate, but I really don’t need to be coddled.” You watch as the words settle on his, the gears turning in his head. “Do you regret last night?”

Joel considered this… He felt like he should… but he didn’t. “No”

You give him a smile. “I don’t either. It was fun, you’re hot, I’m hot, we fulfilled a natural urge. And… We’re still stuck together…” Letting go of his hand, you plant both of your palms on bed, positioning yourself on all fours. “So who’s to say it won’t happen again?” With a quip of your mouth, you tease him slowly crawling forward as his eyes darken with desire. In a few moments, you are face to face, your own eyes boring into his milk chocolate ones as you see his need for you, the way he’s fighting with himself. You wondered if he had been religious, if that was the reason he felt this guilt. Did he have a daughter? Did he know someone that had been taken advantage of? These were thing you wanted to know about the sweet, gruff man in front of you… but right now, the main thing you wanted to know was if he could stretch your vagina the way he stretched your mouth last night. 

The impulse must’ve won over, because Joel leaned forward, kissing you, attempting to gain some sort of control over the situation.

But you knew Joel a decent amount by this point, been able to glean a vague map of his personality from the glimpses you got into his psyche and you knew what he needed. Joel mother fucking Miller did not need control. He needed to let go.

So you help him with that.

Hands firm on his slightly softened chest, still hardened with physical labor but a little squish from age, you push him down gently, never breaking the kiss and you claim his mouth for your own and guide him to lay down. Laying there for a while, you don’t push anything, allowing the moment to do its work. You had to be gentle with a man like Joel. Firm and clear, to be sure, but careful. He’d be spooked away easily, and the last thing you wanted was to add to his nerves. Joel just submitted… so easily. 

Emboldened by the make out and the way you ground your body against him, Joel slips his hands down your pants- his pants- and begins to massage your mound. Joel may enjoy letting go, but he is no stranger to pleasing a woman, and he quickly had you moaning into his mouth.

“Can I ride you, Joel? Please?” You beg for his permission, ready to put the built muscles of hard work to use on him. 

“Oh god, yes” Joel is eager for you, ready to feel the warmth of a woman for the first time in god knows how long. He feels you begin to move to climb on top, but he instead pushes you down, angling his body above yours for a flash of dominance. You look up at him all bright-eyed and ready, but he had your comfort in mind. Sliding his hands down your pants once more, Joel plays with your pussy lips before asking permission. “Let me open you up first.” He didn’t want to sound braggadocious, but he was aware of his size. 

When you agreed, Joel wasted no time and slid 2 long, thick fingers right inside you, curling up each time he pumped inwards. You hum in appreciation as he continued kissing your neck.

“Can I mark you, beautiful?” Joel asked, taking a light nibble on the soft flesh off your neck so it was clear what he wanted to mark.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes pleeeeaasssee” In rapid succession, you not only grant him permission but beg him to make you his, if only for now, if only for this week, you were his and he was yours. You buck your hips up subtly to meet his hand, feeling the warmth bubbling inside you.

Joel began to suck on your neck, nibbling a bit on your shoulder to test the grounds and when you moan, he bites harder… and harder… and harder until you scream out his name and he attempts to pull away, afraid he hurt you, but your death grip on his hair keeps him latched onto you, pressing his teeth further into your skin. You cum around his fingers with a death grip, Joel’s body rutting against yours.

As you came down from your high, Joel disengaged from the attachment but never from your skin for more than a second, licking and sucking and kissing over that bleeding spot. With the slow of your heavy breaths, you could hear his desperate whines from his throat.

“Joel, Joel, baby” You force him to look at you, his eyes wet and mouth bloody, worried he did something wrong. “Goddamn…” You surge forward, just desperate to kiss him again, unable to be away from him for more than a moment to breathe, sometimes you didn’t even want that, perfectly happy to suffocate together and die like this. As you kiss, you guide him to lay down, taking off your pants as well as his, you climb on top and straddle his slutty little waist. 

His obscenely large hands tug at your shirt. “Off, please? Please, please I need- fuck, I need to see you.”

Happy to oblige the handsome man under you, you place your hands over his and tighten them to a grip on your shirt. Guiding him, you allow him to pull the shirt over your body and you smile at the awe in his face. Joel paws at your breasts and you slide your slick core over his hard cock that rested against his belly.

“In my mouth” Joel begs, and you need to ask what he wants to suck on, his eyes are trained on your tits. “Need them in my mouth, please.”

You lean over, and Joel quickly takes your right nipple in his mouth, making the sounds of your pleasure fill the room. “Eager boy” You coo at him, tugging gently on his hair just to hear those needy whimpers again. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

While he remains otherwise occupied, you line his fat tip up at your entrance and slowly, slowly work your way down his length.

Joel’s lips let go of his ministrations on your tits, his head hanging back as he groans your name loudly. His palms find your ass, the sheer size of them spread out nearly covering the whole expanse, and with a bruising grip he begins to rock you on his cock.

“So goddamn tight, fuck”

You would be, you hadn’t had sex in god knows how long. Not the best pickings right now in the men department.

“You close, Joel?” You tease him. “Been so long inside a pussy, you’re gonna just cum right after sliding in?” Working those leg muscles, you begin to bounce on him, rewarding you with a moan and a tight scrunch of his face. He was trying his hardest not to embarrass himself by cumming in seconds, but you found it unbelievably hot. Making it your mission to make him cum, you lean backwards and brace yourself against his strong, meaty thigh and reach until you find what you're looking for; his hairy, sweaty balls. You play with them, rolling them around in your hand and finding the right rhythm until he’s bucking up his hips.

“Ho-o-o-o-o-oly shit! FUUUUUCK! You’re gonna- FUCK! You gotta stop that, you’re gonna make me- ohhhh, fuuuuck!” He’s practically thrashing beneath you. It was salacious, seeing his broad, strong body so submissive for you, beyond erotic seeing him an absolute mess for you, such a far cry from the man who rescued you that first day. That Joel was strong, dominant, in charge and clear headed. The Joel you had now? This Joel was submissive, fucked out and writhing, completely at you mercy.

The power of a good blowjob.

This Joel needed you to take care of him, and take care of him you would.

You continued bouncing off him, Joel’s hands having moved to the sheets for fear of hurting you with his grip, and he was trying to best to hold on to his own orgasm… but when he opened his eyes to see your cheeky, grinning face smiling down at him… he knew your were playing with him, and he couldn't help but smile back.

“Fucking brat!” But he was smiling, thrusting up into you and pawing at your breasts, bound and determined to make you cum before him.

Both of your attempts to make the other cum first backfired, both of you cumming at the same time. You scream his name while Joel shouts obscenities, not doubt irritating the neighbors trapped in the same apartment complex with you both all week. Exhausted, your sweaty body slumps over his, and you are delighted to feel his arms wrap protectively over you. It was good to know he wouldn’t turn straight back into the Joel you had known before right after shooting his cum inside you.

“Probably should’ve pulled out, huh?”

“You seemed a little preoccupied.” Always gotta be a pain in his ass.

“Go to sleep, you’re less annoying that way.” His voice was gruff but quite and his grip on you remained steadfast.

“Wait until I start sleep talking. You’ll never be rid of this mouth.”

“Oh Jesus.”

In his arms, you fall back asleep, his cock still inside you, but you don't care. None of it mattered. Not the circumstances of why you were here, not all the times he ignored you, not the dingy apartment room or the drool and cum and sweat on the sheets, swirling around the room and permeating your nose. In times like these you learn to take love where you can get it. Not that you thought you were in love, no. You weren’t stupid. But there was a version of love here, in this act, and affection that didn’t exist in the late night hook ups, meet ups where you were pressed against an alleyway by someone whose name you didn’t even know because intimacy more than penetration hurt. This was something different. Something fleeting and short and ill-timed but gentle and caused your heart to swell in just the right way. For this week, you could live in a bubble with Joel, just to have a taste of normalcy for a few godforsaken days. Both of you deserved it.

You dreamt during your nap. You dreamed most nights of a life you could never have again. A life of drinks and fun and holidays, family, rest, 40 hour work weeks… simple things. Tonight you were at a bar, at an open mic night, the sound of guitar playing and muffled singing ringing in your ears as you begin to stir awake, the sounds of the dream bleeding into real life.

‘Oh yeah, life goes on long after the thrill of live’n is gone‘

A blanket is tucked tightly over your, protecting your modesty despite Joel seeing you naked before. A gentleman, that one, no matter how much he tries to act like that part of him died. When you finally drag your eyes open, curious if you’re just plain hallucinating the singing of the John Melloncamp song, you are surprised to see the back of Joel’s chair with his salt and pepper hair popping over the top and the head of his guitar coming out of the side.

Joel was playing guitar for you.

Turning to the right to find your previously discarded clothes, instead find a fresh pair of sweats and a flannel laid out for you. Joel’s music pauses as he hears the rustling of the bed, but he continues, blending the song into an acoustic version of Simply the Best, the strum of his guitar much more pleasant a wake up than you’ve gotten since childhood. Instead of the sweats, you opt to steal a pair of boxers.

As he sings, you walk up behind him to wrap your arms around his chest, and he accu

“Now darl’n, did you purposely only button two buttons on this flannel just to- god dammit, ain’t even wearing pants.” He sounds like he’s grumbling, but you know him better by now. Although you adore the music, you take the guitar out of his hands and carefully lay it on the floor before straddling his lap.

“Can we just pretend?”

He didn’t need to ask what you meant. “Yeah we can pretend.”

Just for this week, you were a normal couple in the year 2003, having a stay-cation. Maybe American would come on, maybe you’d make him rewatch Sex and the City. All that was up in the air. Right now, you were just waking up and wearing his clothes like everything was normal and the outside didn’t exist.

You spent the whole day and the next talking. Joel wasn’t surprised by that; it was all you had done this whole week, even when you two fucked your mouth was running. Unless, of course, he had you occupied with his dick. Most of the time was spent talking about things from before, but only in a vague sense. He never mentioned Tommy or Sarah, and he didn’t know what family you have or had. He told you he did construction, you told him you liked Star Wars.

“At least we got to see Episode III before the outbreak. I wouldn’t be able to stand the suspense. I think I’d hunt down George Lucas and ask him what happened.”

Shirtless from your last fuck, Joel strummed his guitar while you talked, light and airy as to not seem like he was playing over you, but giving the room a relaxed, fun ambiance. “You think Goerge Lucas is alive?”

“I dunno, I think a lot of those rich guys are.”

“Maybe the ones with money and political connections. Like Swartzanagger. Or a Kennedy.”

“I met Natalie Maines”

“No shit?”

“Yeah. It’s so weird. Last I heard of her country stations were boycotting her music because she said something against George Bush. No wonder she was shoveling shit in Philly.”

Joel hummed in agreement, stating that Sarah Michelle Geller lives in the Boston QZ. Before the conversion could continue, you both hear a shout from the window.

“MILLER!”

“God fucking dammit.” Joel set his guitar aside, digging for his discarded shirt to go to the window, but saw you headed right for it. He shouted your name, but you didn’t listen. You never fucking do. He scrambled to pulling the gray shirt over himself, before shoving you aside just as you pull up the window.

Fucking Ross was below. 

“What the fuck do you want, Ross” He calls below, continuously trying to push you away from the window while you pushed right back, bickering with him. He didn’t want you anywhere in shooting distance.

Ross and several other guards were standing there, arms. 

“3 days left, Miller. What’s the plan?” When Joel didn’t answer, Ross continued. “You can’t keep her up there forever.”

Annoyed, Joel raised an arm to the window pane and cocks and eyebrow at the young man. “You still on about this? Can’t get pussy anywhere else?”

You peak out from under Joel’s arm, grinning even through Joel’s knee was trying to shove you away.

Ross wasn’t having it, raising his Joel.

Immediately, Joel’s body tackled you down and out of the way.

“SOON AS SHE’S OUT OF THAT APARTMENT, SHE’D RIGHT BACK WHERE SHE STARTED, MILLER!”

Joel waited, body covering over yours with a protective heaviness unless the footsteps and chatter retreated… but then he stayed, he stayed over you, as if as soon as you stood up you’ll be taken from him and the first sense of normal since Sarah’s death will be ripped apart.

He tucked his head into your neck, not ready to give up defeat… but unsure what to do. You weren’t safe. He didn’t save you.

“Joel…” You ask him, still pressed into the hardwood floor but not complaining. “What am I gonna do…”

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Thank you to the person who sent the anon saying they'd love more. that gave me so much motivation,

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Asking you to prom (hyung line)

Kim Jiwoong, Zhang Hao, Sung Hanbin, Kim Taerae, Seok Matthew

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Author's note: a little something I wanted to try hehe ;))

If you don't like the dresses you can just pretend like it is one you like (you can even pretend it's a suit if you prefer), i choose these as an orientation due to the colours and the vibes each ones has

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How would they ask you to go to prom with them?

Jiwoong

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It wasn't for prom exactly that he invited you

Y'all were on your last year of college so it was more than obvious that some sort of party would be involved here

You both have been friends since the start of college so you were both pretty close, but not to the point of being best friends

But he always treated you so kindly, with the softest smile ever causing you to eventually catch feelings for him 😳

Little did you know that he felt the same, since you became friends he layed his eyes on you, so he wanted to ask you to go together

On a random day you were hanging out together and he just said it so casually

"Would you want to go to the party together?"

Like yes sir? Of course. Wouldn't want to disrespect you by saying no 😃

On the actual day he went to pick you up and when he saw you all dressed up like that he immediately got star strucked,like wow

Why are you so pretty?

He looked at you like a man in love (wink wink, I did that) while biting his lip

He couldn't believe how lucky he was

When you were finally there he was THE biggest gentleman

Always prioritising you in all circumstances, even when girls were trying to get his attention his eyes were on you

On the slow dance he held you so delicately by your waist making you feel like a god/goddess

When the end of the song was approximating he let all his nerves and shyness go and just closed the small distance between both, ending the night with a kiss

"I love you y/n"

How perfect is that?

Zhang Hao

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Now you and Hao didn't know each other that well

He was an exchange student that came from china and you were just another student there

You kinda thought he was handsome...

Well maybe a lot 👀

Well let's just say you had a little crush on him

But your hopes were all crushed when you heard that he had asked out the most popular girl at school

So the dress/suit you had bought was kinda gonna be on the back of the closet for sometime now

You didn't want to go at all

Days before the actual prom you were taking a stroll by a park when you saw him on a bench silently crying

And you weren't expecting that at all like????

So you slowly approached him asking what was wrong

And he didn't know if it was your tone of voice or your worried expression but he was complety sincere with you and told you that his date had kissed another guy and dumped him

You comforted him as best as you could but you were not advancing much

"I- I could go with you if you want". Those words slipped out of your mouth

He suddenly looked at you with some hope on his eyes

"Really? Oh then- then I should ask you properly"he said between giggles

And that's when he wiped off his tears and did so

On the actual day as he saw you going out of the door his eyes immediately shot up and began to literally sparkle

Why was he suddenly not feeling anything but pure attraction towards you?

He flashed you a cute smile and grabbed your hand to go together

It was an understatement to say that all eyes were on you both, even the girl that dumped him that was dying of pure jealousy and envy lol

His eyes just shined when you were on his sight

So by the end of the night he decided to take things slowly and get to know each other better first

A truly "I gave a second chance to cupid" ❤️

S.Hanbin

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The relationship between both of you was curious to say the least

You had met at a café he worked on as a barista and since then you both had always had a thing for each other

So you started kinda going out together like a couple

The problem was that it wasn't official, no one had asked the other one properly

And it was really confusing you because you really liked him for real 😞

However you were feeling kinda hopeful this time to make it official as he had gone to your house with flowers and chocolates to ask you to go to prom

Which was kinda a lot just to ask to prom actually, so you were kinda suspicious honestly (but accepted nonetheless)

The day of the prom actually came and he came to pick you up as he had promised

When he saw you he immediately complimented you on the way you looked and offered his arm to bring you to his car

On the way to the assigned place you both striked a pretty comfortable conversation talking about everything and anything

However you noticed he was kinda nervous? Him out of all people?

But before you could ask him he brought you inside of the event opening the door for you

Once inside you had the best time ever, dancing to all the songs you knew and drinking from time to time

Never leaving hanbin's side at all

When you were feeling a little bit dizzy he brought you outside to take a break and once you were feeling better he hugged you from behind and dropped the bomb

"Y/n, I know that our relationship is kinda confusing and all but one thing I know for sure is how in love I am with you, would you be my girlfriend?"

You said yes while turning around and hugging him tightly

Indeed your suspicions were correct 🤭

Matthew

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At first you were not planning to go to prom at all

You had a crush on the volleyball's team leader and was kinda expecting him to ask you out because he was really sweet with you so you were having a good feeling about it

Feeling that quickly was gone as you decided to ask him yourself (because we stan people with initiative 😌) only to be turned down by him politely

And that's what was bothering you, you couldn't hate him because he was still gentle about it 😩

Matthew, volleyball's team libero, had seen all the scene and felt horrible for you because he knew how much you liked his leader

And maybe because he did have a crush on you and knew how badly you wanted to go to prom

So he approached you after classes and asked you out instead (he smart tho)

At first you were indecisive because your heart had been broken recently

"But you wanted to go there so badly, I can't let you stay at your house all depressed like that!"

His words made you blush and question how did he even knew that in the first place

But you accepted his offer (you also found him cute so why not try it?)

Because he didn't know how to drive (let's just pretend if he does ok?) you both agreed on being brought by his older sister (we love you yaebin <3), so when you entered the car he was instantly speechless

Like he knew you were gorgeous but you looked out of this world

And of course he was teased non stop by his sis

You entered hand in hand smiling from ear to ear at each other which made everyone around you coo at how adorable you both looked <3

Your crush?

Long forgotten by you, but he couldn't help but feel guilty and a lil bit jealous of matthew

Well you ignored him anyways and had a great time with your date (which might have ended on a little peck when he brought you home 😚)

This looked promising 👌

Taerae

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You weren't planning to go with anyone in a romantic sense ❌️

You just wanted to have a good time with your friends and not think about anything else

However your friends had other plans in mind

Literally everyone had been asked out except for you and your bestie taerae

And seeing how you felt betrayed by your friends (obviously you were joking) he decided to make you happy

"Y'know, we can still have a good time both of us right?"

"Wow didn't see you like that taerae"

"No- not in that sense, I meant partying!"

You loved making fun of him like that 😜

But thinking about it for a while you realised that he was right, you both could still have a good time together

So that's what you both agreed on

Having a good time with no romantic feelings attached

On the prom day he picked you up and couldn't help but be in awe at you

But could you blame him? He has a weak spot for you (definitely not a crush)

And you were no different

When he was all focused on the road you noticed him glasses had been replaced by contact lenses and his usual hair was up instead of down making him look so hot for some reason

Had he always been that attractive?

You guys eventually had the greatest night of all

And you were literally treated like royalty by your bestie

It was like there was no one else around and you were the only one he was focused on

Were those butterflies you were feelings on your stomach?

You never thought someone was gonna make you all flustered like that

And least of all by taerae

But there was something so intimate about the look he was giving you that made you fall more into him

And he seemed to be feeling similar because soon enough you both leaned at the same time ending with a soft kiss

You didn't believe in love at all, but perhaps after that night you changed your mind completly🙈

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Maknae line

Hey!! I have a request for one of your Loki one-shots where Loki is the roommate of the reader, and he finds the reader in his bed moaning his name and things get heated after he catches the reader? I apologize if none of that made sense lol.

A/N: Thank you for your request + your patience. I hope this was what you were looking for :)

Warnings: 18+, restraints, dom-loki, toys

Roommates It was wrong.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself.

The way he looked when he got out of the shower this morning. His hair was still damp and dishevelled. He had the audacity to only wear a towel, it hung very low around his hips, giving you an excellent view of his abs and the well-defined lines that lead to his cock. It left very little to the imagination, but still too much for your liking.

‘Morning’ he had greeted you. His deep voice rang through your head for a few seconds, before you realised that you should answer him.

‘Morning’ you had barely made audible.

He just winked at you, as if he knew. To be fair, you never were good at keeping your crushes to yourself. You wouldn’t be shocked if he knew. At least he was polite enough to let you stare and didn’t make fun of you for it.

When you yourself had emerged from the bathroom that morning, wearing very unflattering trainers and a hoody, he was already standing in the hallway. Wearing pants that accentuated his long legs, his shirt hid his abbs, but you knew they were underneath there, and then the tie. You didn’t know if you wanted him to take it off, grab you, throw you onto his bed and tie you up with it, or if you wanted to tie him up with it, so you could ride him until the last light of day.

That was what he did to you. While everyone on earth was searching for someone, for their world to start making sense, you found someone that made your world senseless. And you had to live in that senseless world with him. But not with him.

Worst roommate ever!

He had told you about when he would be back, but you couldn’t remember it if your life depended on it. Your noise was intoxicated with the fragrance of his cologne. And when he had left the apartment, you followed that smell until you were standing in his bedroom. His unlocked bedroom, a sign that he trusted you, a trust you had just broken. And while you should be feeling bad, you didn’t.

The damp towel hung over his chair to dry. His desk was scattered with some papers and his favourite book. He hadn’t made his bed. You could still see the top corner being pulled down from the side he had left his bed this morning. It looked inviting. And before you could question it, you were laying on his soft mattress, your head in his pillow, while his cologne intoxicated you some more. Your trainers and hoody were discarded next to the bed, leaving you in only your knickers. Replaying the scene of him emerging from the bathroom this morning, while you pretended your fingers were his own.

The scene that played in your head made you wetter than you would have thought. And soon you had closed your eyes, rubbing your clit, while various scenes of Loki taking you in all kinds of positions played before you eyers. You were so wrapped up in your pleasure, you never head the door open and closing, or the footsteps coming towards you.

Right before you reached your peak, his name coming from you lips, you heard him.

‘STOP!’ he roared.

You froze. Not only from the deep and commanding tone he said it in, but you were staring directly in his green eyes. And the realisation of what you were doing and mostly where you were doing this, was dawning on you. Fuck. Apartment-hunting was the last thing you wanted to do today.

To your surprise he closed the door behind you and walked to the bed. You immediately reached for the top of the covers, to cover your naked upper half. Wondering how long he saw your tits bounce up and down while you were getting yourself off in his room.

‘Loki, I’m so sorry.. I- I-..’ you were stumbling to get out any explanation. As if any explanation could possibly justify what you have done.

‘I didn’t say you could speak’ he snapped.

He looked very dominating, looming over you.And you were afraid to make another sound or to move a muscle. He was scanning your face, and what he could see of your body. Which was a lot less than when he walked in.

‘Wait here’ he said. You opened your mouth in surprise as you watched him leave his own room. Leaving you naked and soaked in his bed.

When he got back, he had something behind his back. But you couldn’t see what it was. He closed the door and locked in on the inside. Making you feel very nervous.

‘Did you know..’ he started. ‘That we have very thin walls’ a smirk appeared on his face. ‘And that I have been hearing everything, and I mean everything, of what you have been doing for the last weeks’ ‘Not only do you have the audacity to make yourself come without my permission, you have the audacity to masturbate to me in my own bed.’ ‘After keeping me up multiple nights with you moaning and with your vibrating toys, I think it is time to teach you a little lesson, don’t you think?’

Your mouth was still hanging open. This was not at all the way you were expecting this to go. You were still nervous, but for a whole different reason now.

‘Hands above your head’ he said, when you didn’t say a thing.

Without a heartbeat you obeyed, making him chuckle in response.

‘What do you say, when you want me to stop?’ he asked.

‘Eh..’ you replied.

‘I’m not going to do anything until you tell me your safeword’ Loki scolded.

‘Red’ you answered.

‘Good’ he smirked. Suddenly he pulled the blankets with one arm, making you yelp when that cold air suddenly hit your body. You tried to cover yourself, but he pushed your legs apart and set down between them.

‘Where did I tell you to put your hands?’ he asked.

He let you catch your breath, and you put your hands above your head again.

‘You are absolutely soaked’ he bit his lower lip.

‘Wait, you could hear me this entire time?’ you asked, suddenly understanding the words he had been saying to you.

‘Oh yes, and you have put on quite a frustrating show’ he laughed. ‘Now, it is my turn!’

Your stomach dropped when he put the thing he had behind his back, next to him. You recognized that box. ‘How?’ you asked.

‘You keep your room unlocked, and after the many conversations with your friend about which vibrator or dildo got you off the most, while you thought about me, I got curious’ he grinned.

‘Hey’ you wanted to protest. But his eyebrow quirked up and you knew you had no ground to stand on.

He grabbed your knickers on either side. And slowly pushed them down a bit.

‘God, your soaked. And I haven’t even begun yet’ he smirked.

You tried to close your legs, but he put his hands on your thighs, keeping them open.

‘I warn you, you’re only going to get yourself in more trouble’ he scolded.

‘This is not fair, you still have all your clothes on’ you whined.

Loki rushed forward and captured you lips in a heated kiss. Your hands grabbed his neck to pull him closer towards you. When he pulled back, you realised he had tied your hands above his bed with his tie.

‘All those sleepless nights, being rock-hard, hearing you, while laying frustrated in my bed. That was not fair’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Now, shall we start with this one?’ Loki smirked as he held up the pink vibrator. The one you told your friend was frustrating. It was quite cheap, that’s why you bought it. But even on the highest setting the only thing it did was frustrated you. It would never be strong enough to push you over the edge. And you knew that he knew that. Still, he pushed the vibrator inside of you and started on the lowest setting, while you desperately bucked your hips for more friction, looking into his eyes, looking completely hypnotized by the way your body moves.

This was going to be a very frustrating day for you. Like you said, worst roommate ever.

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MOVIE NIGHT

[description] fem reader x jj maybank

[summary] movie night at the chateau has more in store for you and jj other than a few jump scares

[cw + tw] pure fluff (for once), mild language, good anxiety

[authors note] it’s hard to create fluff when all you can think about its filthy story lines lol

feedback & requests always welcome!

enjoy 💗

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it’s movie night at the chateau

we like to get stoned then argue about wether we watch a comedy or a horror movie

“alright alright alright” john b says waving his arms at us “funny or scary”

i sit up and pass Sarah the joint “i vote funny” she takes a long drag “i also vote funny” i look at Kie “yeah, it’s a funny movie kind of night”

“lame” jj scoffs “i say we watch a scary movie” john b points at him “yeahhhh im gonna have to agree with jj” pope nods his head in agreement with them while sipping his drink

“well” john b claps his hands together “scary it is!”

“what? how? it’s even!” sarah rolls her eyes “sorry baby my house my rules” he winks at her

sarah kie and i groan in protest

“well let’s grab snacks and blankets i guess” kie says

i catch jj looking at me and i give a shy smile

i like him, a lot

i think everyone knows

i’m silently praying i can get a seat next to him, i feel like a little girl with her first ever boy crush

i grab a blanket, a bag of sour patch kids, and a water bottle

the couch is empty, i take a seat on the corner propping my arm up to scroll my phone before the movie starts

kie comes in and makes a bed on the floor, she usually falls asleep during movie nights

sarah and john b get comfortable on the love seat, her legs draped over his

pope sits on the same couch as me but on the opposite end leaving the middle open

my hands get sweaty and i fidget in my seat

what if he chooses the floor? what if he’d rather sit alone than sit with me?

jj is the last one to stroll into the living room he takes the last hit of the joint and stubs it out in the ashtray

he scans the room and eyes the open seat “looks like i get to snuggle up with you popey” he says pretending to pinch popes cheeks “jj do not touch my face i dont know where those hands have been” pope laughs “oh they’ve been to places you’ve never seen before” jj teases, pope pretends to gag, we all laugh

“okay maybank sit down so we can start the movie” john b instructs

jj plops on the couch next to me and immediately man spreads, his knee touching mine “ahhhh yep nice and comfy” he sighs, pope pushes jj’s knee off of his, but i don’t mind

just his knee touching me is causing my heart to race, i feel ridiculous, i’m totally blushing, and i have a stupid smirk i can’t wipe off my face

were an hour into the movie, Kie and Pope are already asleep, john b and sarah are sucking face

jj and i sit motionless, tension so thick you can cut it with a knife

i open my sour patch kids and put one halfway in my mouth when jj sticks his hand out asking for some “here you want this one?” i joke taking it off my tongue “i do actually” he says snatching it from my hands and sucking the sour powder off “sour, then sweet” he smirks then pops the candy in his mouth and returns to the movie

what was that? i’m sweating, my face red hot, i’m tingling in places that shouldn’t be tingling

i take a sip of my water hoping it’ll cool me down when i feel a pressure around me and fingers lightly touching my shoulder

oh my god it’s happening

i try my best to pay attention to the movie, it looks like jj is watching, i wonder what he’s thinking about

john b scoops up sarah bridal style not coming up for air and walks them into his bedroom

the suspense music gets louder, i shrink in size and cover my eyes, jj grips my shoulder tighter and giggles

i peek through my fingers and there’s a jump scare

“FUCK” i whisper scream trying not to wake up kie and pope jj leans over “oh c’mon it’s not that bad” “yes it is!” i whine “you’ll be alright i’ll save you” he says while shuffling closer to me

he covers his legs with my blanket then starts tracing abstract shapes onto my shoulder, it sends a shiver down my spine

the music grows loud again i cover my ears this time, jj wraps his arms around my head and pulls me into his chest, i can heart his rapid heart beat but is it because of the movie or because of me?

he lets go of my head once the scary part is over “i got you” he smiles, i smile back

we haven’t let go of eye contact, those big blue eyes pierce my soul, i can feel my heart beat in my throat

he lifts his hand and pushes hair behind my ear then gently holds my face

i feel like i’m going to vomit

jj takes a deep breath through his nose then leans in

his full soft lips intertwine with mine and i feel myself melt, i go dumb with the taste of jj maybank on my lips

he holds the sides of my face with both hands and slips me some tongue, i’m getting hot

the sound of our mouths is sending me into what feels like a day dream

he pulls back slowly and rests his forehead on mine

“i’m sorry i- i’ve been meaning to do that for a long time now and-“ i put my finger on my mouth shushing him “do it again” i smile

beautifully unconventional - part six

pairing: daniel ricciardo x f!singer reader

warnings: zak brown mention, various driver cameos, martin brundle mention, briefest reference to eating/disorded eating, unconfessed feelings, lil bit of hurt comfort at the end???? 

word count: 6.8k (lol)

summary: daniel ricciardo is famously a music fan. you’re the lead singer of one of his favourite bands. match made in heaven - right?

author’s note: ok yeah. this got long. i feel like it’s a bit all over the place and i might split this off into two further down the line but for now i just wanted to get this out there. there are a few moments i’ve cut as well (domestic slice of life sections, more night out content) which if anyone is DESPERATE for i could be tempted to put together into some kind of one shot if you ask nicely??? this is unbeta’d so please excuse any spelling/grammar errors and as always, any feedback is welcome!! also without sounding beggy, i’d really appreciate likes/reblogs. i don’t think the last part showed up in the tags, so your shares are the only way to spread the word!! regardless, love you all and ENJOY!! 

dubai was hot. 

might be too hot.

might be. 

the line that you were taking was that you and your band were the official guests of the mclaren team for the race weekend, meaning none of you would look out of place hanging around in mclaren hospitality or the garage. daniel had introduced you to some of the more important faces on the team as you’d eaten lunch together on thursday, smiling politely as you shook hands with zak, andreas and tom, to name just a few. it was when his teammate, lando, approached with a cheeky grin however, that you gave daniel a look to almost say okay what does he know?

“hello lovebirds” lando teased, your cheeks flushing immediately. 

“quit it, idiot” daniel replied, his tone harbouring the same annoying affection that you’d have for a kid brother, while giving your knee a quick squeeze under the table, a reassurance that he meant no harm. 

holding his hands up in innocence, lando simply winked. “okay, okay, pretend i didn’t say anything!”

as lando wanders off, daniel gives your knee another squeeze, making you turn to him with a gentle smile. 

“he means well, i promise…” 

“i can tell, it’s okay” you say, sighing wistfully as you hold his gaze for a few short moments that feel like centuries before he speaks again. 

“i’ve been meaning to mention actually” daniel starts, piquing your curiosity. “i wanted to ask if you wanted to go for dinner tonight with lando and his girlfriend? i went with them at the end of last season but on my own, thought it’d be nice if you came with me this time…”

a pang of nervous excitement hit your tummy at the idea of doing something very coupley in such a public setting. it’s not that that wasn’t what you wanted, it was just yet another step to making things feel more official, while technically you had no idea where you stood on that scale. 

“that’d be nice…” there’s a sweet smile on your lips. “as long as i’m not imposing on any kind of tradition…?”

“please - even if you were, i’d still want you there”

god - he always knew exactly what to say. 

“okay then” you grinned. 

“perfect!” daniel looked like he could practically bounce out of his seat with excitement. “listen, i’m going to be tied up with various media bits and bobs for the rest of the afternoon, so if you want to head back to the hotel to freshen up before dinner later, i can meet you there?”

you nodded. 

“perfect, i’ll see you later” 

daniel stood up as you spoke, casting a quick glance around the suite before ducking down to place a soft kiss to your forehead, which made you beam.

“bye, love”

—

it was a relatively short drive back to the hotel from the track, and within an hour or so you were back in the hotel room (well, suite) you were sharing with daniel. you’d arrived the previous evening and headed straight up to him, both of you choosing to stay in with a movie, room service and each other for company. you’d both fallen asleep to the film you’d chosen, your recent travel catching up with the pair of you, as well as the comforting sereness that came with simply being together again. 

you decided to treat yourself to a long bath seeing as you had time to kill, taking advantage of the extra large hotel tub. once squeaky clean, you relished in time being on your side, hooking up your phone to the room’s sound system and playing some of your favourite music while beginning to get ready for the evening. ​​hair was teased and make-up applied as you bopped along to the tunes, only just hearing the click of the hotel room door opening and closing a few hours later, signalling daniel’s return. 

“you having fun there, babe” he grinned, watching you use your hairbrush as a microphone as you gave a particularly dramatic rendition of ‘will you still love me tomorrow?’ by amy winehouse.  

“so much fun” you returned his grin, watching as he dropped his backpack and flopped back onto the bed. 

“i just need to shower and chuck a shirt on and i’ll be good to go - lando said table’s booked for 7pm”

a quick glance at your phone let you know it was just coming up to 5.  

“perfect”

—

you hadn’t known it as you’d walked into the restaurant together (hand in hand, of course), but the evening you had was quite literally, relationship-defining. 

daniel had kept your hand in his from the moment you’d left your hotel room to the moment you’d sat down at the restaurant, keeping you close even as he drove. you’d attempted to scold him for driving carelessly, but he’d just told you he didn’t care with a kiss to your knuckles. 

as you’d approached the table, you’d spotted lando and luisa were already there and they stood up to greet you as you got closer. 

“lando, luisa, hi..” daniel was practically glowing. “lando you’ve already met, but i wanted to introduce you both to my girlfriend…”

you breath caught in your mouth and you were sure your heart had stopped beating for a second but you didn’t care. the dreams of domesticity you’d been having since that first night in the hotel in austin had just taken a huge step forward - sure, it could have been a conversation you’d had between the two of you first, but the sheer adoration in his eyes as he’d turned to look at you told you everything you needed to know without words. you’d let out a short happy laugh, as you’d turned to hug both lando and luisa, before sitting down, conversation flowing between the four of you as if you did this every week. just another thing in the long list of occurrences that just felt right. 

when you got back to the hotel later that night, you couldn’t help but grin at daniel as he kicked off his trainers and grabbed a water from the minibar. as if he could feel your eyes on him, he’d turned to you, a similar grin lacing his lips.

“what?”    

“i’m your girlfriend, huh?” you asked, expression unchanging. 

“yeah - i mean, if you want to be. it just kind of came out. felt right, you know? i probably should have asked-”

you shut him up with a kiss. 

—

daniel had left early the next morning to make sure he not only got to the track in plenty of time, but also to keep as much distance between your respective arrivals as possible. it felt a little odd that you were both still so concerned with keeping your relationship underwraps just hours after officially becoming boyfriend and girlfriend (to each other, lando and luisa at least) but you both maintained that you were doing this on your respective terms. besides, it felt nice to live in your little bubble of romance without anyone else to interfere. 

when you’d arrived at the track later on that morning, you’d headed straight for the mclaren suite where you planned on remaining for the rest of the day. there was no way you were missing any of the action with the sheer number of screens around showing the various TV feeds, but it kept you out of the way of any curious eyes or cameras. during fp1 you sat, drinking your coffee in small, nervous sips, watching your boyfriend whiz around the tarmac. something about being there, being able to hear the roar of the engines just a few metres away compared to seeing him on the television at home made the excited yet terrified butterflies in your stomach take flight with an increased ferocity. 

as the session came to an end your phone buzzed with a text from one of your bandmates. they’d taken to the fanzone en masse and you were greeted with a video of one of them attempting to race in a sim - it was not going well. you chuckled to yourself as you watched, taking particular pleasure in the way they’d chosen to 1v1 a computerised version of daniel. you only looked up at the sound of a pair of familiar aussie voices heading your way, glancing up to see daniel and michael wandering through, daniel’s race suit tied around his waist while michael carried his helmet. a grin lit up your face which was quickly reciprocated as daniel ducked down to give you a fleeting kiss. 

“how did that feel?” you asked, rolling your eyes fondly in anticipation as you watched his face crease in excitement at the potential to make a stupid joke. “practice, smart arse, not the kiss”

“god you know me so well already” daniel replied. “it was good, everything felt good” 

you nodded, pleased to hear that so far your presence wasn’t a jinx. 

“i’m going to be pretty busy between now and the end of the day” he continued, ducking again to press a kiss that almost felt apologetic to the top of your head.  

reaching for his hand, you gave it a quick squeeze, your brows furrowed slightly.

“that’s fine, i’m all good, don’t worry about me. just be careful” 

before he could reply, he was beckoned over to one of the meeting rooms by an engineer who’s name you hadn’t caught. flashing you another quick grin, he made his way inside, no doubt to start a debrief on how that first practice session had gone. michael had been watching your brief interaction.

“you’re good for him” was all he said with a wry smile before wandering off himself towards daniel’s driver's room. 

you let the words sink in, your face a picture of pure contentment as you took your phone again, sending a quick message off to your band to find out where they’d got up to - you may as well kill some time with them between the sessions after all. 

— 

fp2 went smoothly, as fp1 had before it, and it felt like you had barely blinked and you were back at the track as daniel prepared himself for qualifying the next day. you were in the hallowed ground that was his motorhome, curled up on the small sofa as he went through a stretching routine with michael. it was a true battle against temptation not to simply sit and watch as he limbered up, so you distracted yourself. a scroll through instagram here, a reply to a tweet there, enough to make your glances over appear as just that - glances. while you didn’t want to distract him, you also didn’t want to provide any teasing material for him either. 

the next thing you knew, daniel had plopped himself onto the sofa next to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders on instinct and pulling you into his side, attacking your head with what felt like a million and one little kisses. giggling, you settled against him, twisting to look up at him with a, quite frankly, besotted smile. 

“what’s that all about, hm?” you asked, not particularly caring what the answer was.

“i’m just excited” he beamed, before leaning down to kiss you sweetly on the lips. “do you want to watch in the garage today?”

you felt yourself goldfishing. almost as if he could read your mind, he carried on. 

“you’ll be out the way of the cameras, i promise, you can stick with michael towards the back - just want my good luck charm that little bit closer, is all”

who would you be to deny him that? 

—

the weight of the ear defenders over your ears shouldn’t have felt unfamiliar - you spent a good portion of your professional time with some kind of headphones on in the studio - but these were different. the noise was substantially dulled, but you could still hear the thumping of your heart against your ribcage as daniel consistently found himself amongst the faster times as session progressed, fingernails digging into your palms as you watched the time remaining in Q3 tick down. 

as daniel crossed the line for his final lap, he sat in 6th. he seemed to effortlessly glide through the chicane section at the start of the track and you were bouncing on the balls of your feet as you watched his sector 1 time turn green - somehow, by a couple of tenths. the lap went on, daniel picking up valuable marginals in the straights. as he approached the finish, you could barely look. the next thing you knew, the mclaren garage were cheering loudly at the fact he’d secured p3. 

holy shit. 

you give michael’s arm a quick squeeze in excitement before slipping off your orange headset and practically skipping through the paddock towards daniel’s drivers room, not caring how long you could be sat waiting as he goes through the rigmarole of media and debriefs. in the end, it’s not as long as you thought, your face illuminated with pride as he nips inside to freshen up before heading to the media pen. you throw your arms around him, pulling him in close to plant a full kiss on his lips. 

“i’m so bloody proud of you, sweetheart”

daniel just grins, kissing you again as he takes the mclaren cap from his own head, putting it on yours. 

“gonna need you at every race next year at this rate” he teases. 

“you know i would if i could” you reply, with a tiny pout. 

“i know, babe, i know”

he kisses you again. 

of course he knew. 

—

standing on the grid the next day, you felt decidedly out of place. you and your bandmates stood simply taking in the hustle and bustle of the various teams making their final preparations for the race ahead. not only was it the closest you’d been to the chaos all weekend, but some of the other famous faces you were clocking had your head spinning - compared to the likes of tom cruise and neymar, you were practically nobodies. your palms were sweaty and it wasn’t because of the heat of the dubai early evening - you were nervous.  

no matter how much you tried to keep your head down, you felt your stomach jolt as you heard the recogniseable sound of martin brundle pulling you for a chat. plastering on a casual smile, you turned to face the music. 

you brushed off his questions with relative ease - who are you supporting? oh, mclaren invited us! what are you looking forward to? just an exciting, safe race! here with your band? yeah, taking a break from recording! big f1 fan? i’m getting there! 

it was all going well until he caught you.

if you had to pick your favourite, would it be daniel or lando?

you didn’t need a mirror to know you’d gone bright pink. 

“oh! i - um - they’re both really nice, how am i meant to pick?” you were a fool if you thought you’d be getting away with that one. he egged you on to choose. “honestly, i think they’re both great but if you’re making me choose just one - i’m going to have to go with daniel. give him the right car and he’d win you a championship” you said, resolute conviction in your voice. 

martin simply nodded, convinced with your answer and wished you a good evening before moving onto his next victim on the grid. you breathed a sigh of relief, bringing a hand up to your cheek, feeling the warmth that emanated from there. you might have believed it had come across as innocent, but you weren't sure if the cameras would. 

it wasn't long before you were being ushered away from the grid and back into the safe confines of the mclaren garage, where you donned the same orange ear defenders as the day before and settled in to watch the action.  

as the lights went out you practically screamed as daniel made a good start, effortlessly weaving around checo who was starting from second, cementing his position there instead. regardless of the fact that there were 58 laps still to go, you felt like a giddy child at the funfair. this was the closest daniel had been to leading all season, and even if he didn’t managed to snatch the win, this was still a mega achievement. 

the laps came and went, and there was a brief portion of the race when lewis, who was leading, pitted, letting daniel take the lead - however he hadn’t yet pitted himself so it didn’t last all that long. just seeing his name right at the very front again though, filled you with a cautious optimism for the next year. 

at the chequered flag, you found yourself feeling emotional at the sheer joy surrounding you in the garage. not only were the team chuffed that daniel had managed to hold onto second place for pretty much the entire race, but lando had made his way into third with some late race overtaking as checo’s engine gave up the ghost. there were shrieks of happiness outside too, as lewis finally got his hands on his 8th world championship. a good day at the office all round. 

next thing you know, you’re being half led, half dragged through the pitlane towards the podium ceremony by michael and some of the media team. 

“he’d want you there” michael muttered into your ear, only just about audible over the cacophony of noise. you simply nodded, smiling as you squirmed your way through to the front of the barriers to get the best view. it reminded you of a music festival, how you’d weave in and out of people to get a glimpse of your favourite band - only in this case, it was the man you were quickly realising you were in love with. as he made his way out onto the second step, you cheered as loudly as you could, clapping excitedly as he was presented with his trophy and champagne. he spotted you after a few seconds, and you were sure you weren’t imagining the way his eyes seemed to be searching for someone - searching for you. you quickly snapped a few pictures on your phone during the national anthems before filming the carnage that was the champagne spraying between the three drivers. 

before you could react, daniel was leaning over the barrier, shouting down to you. you looked up expectantly, only to squeal as he somehow managed to spurt a burst of champagne in your direction, coating you in the fizzy alcohol. you were almost certain that that was going to have been captured on camera. if you weren’t so bloody happy you’d have probably worried about how you’d play that one off, but in that very instant, you didn’t give a monkeys. 

— 

the rest of the night could only be loosely defined as pure chaos. when the hysteria from the podium ceremony eventually calmed down, you found yourself back in daniel’s motorhome. you knew he was going to have god knows how many interviews and media responsibilities to fulfil before he was truly free for the night, but he’d been switched on enough that morning to suggest you take a change of clothes and whatever you’d usually need to get ready for a night out to the track with you, so that you could both head out to the various end of season parties from there.

after managing to swindle a bottle of champagne from the mclaren hospitality suite, you were steadily making your way through it as you redid your makeup, spritzing an unhealthy amount of dry shampoo through your hair in an attempt to get rid of your drenching from earlier. the last three and a bit months had been a whirlwind, but you wouldn’t have changed them for the world. in the end, daniel took about two hours to finally make his way back to you, bounding his way inside before pulling you in tight and kissing you excitedly. you giggled into the kiss, pulling away after a few seconds. 

“i’ve literally just redone my make up” you teased, grinning at the smear of lipstick that now sat on his lips.

“well do it again - i just needed to kiss my good luck charm” 

you rolled your eyes and he took the hint, giving your backside a cheeky squeeze before grabbing his change of clothes that hung up in the lounge (if you could call it that) and making a dive into the shower. 

“i swear i’ll be like 15 minutes!” he called from inside the tiny bathroom, ample time for you to retouch your face again. 

once he was done, it didn’t take long for him to lead you back through the track compound, heading towards some of the yachts in the marina. 

“there’s a team party in one of the sponsor’s yachts - reckon i should show my face there for a little bit but then the world is our oyster, my darling” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows as he did. 

“i’ll go wherever you go, my liege” you teased back, leading him to squeeze your hand and pull you in closer to his side. 

“thank god” 

in the end, it was the only party you’d ended up going to. the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a good time. lando had somehow managed to convince some of the other drivers to join him - you were sure you recognised alex and charles at the very least. why they were there instead of with their own teams was anyone’s guess, but no one seemed to bat an eyelid. you and daniel danced as if no one was watching, your arms laced around his neck while he kissed your face (quite literally) all over. the bar never seemed too far away, either. 

at one point, the music dropped, and andreas took to the makeshift stage by the DJ booth to make a brief speech. daniel pulled you back against his front, his arms wrapped around your middle, holding you securely. you leaned back into him, fingertips grazing gently over his arms, almost subconsciously. you listened intently, heart full of affection for all those around you, beaming with sheer pride as the topic switched to the man at the top of your list. it was apparent just how much he meant to andreas and - well - the team members present at the party at least, especially after a tricky season. you twisted slightly to look up at him, your heart close to bursting at the sight of unshed tears in his eyes. all it took was a glance back down at you for him to blink, and let a couple run down his cheeks, which you quickly kissed away. eventually, you turned fully in his arms so that you could hold him, letting him sway you gently as the speech wrapped up.

the music kicked back in but you made no effort to move. 

“wanna grab a seat for a bit?” you asked, wanting to make sure he was alright before cracking on with the rest of the night. 

“sounds good” 

linking your hand with his, you made your way across the yacht to a cushioned seating area on the deck, just far enough away from the main party area to allow for normal conversation - at least one that wouldn’t require shouting to be heard. as you sat down, he immediately pulled you against him and placed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“you alright, love?” you questioned, voice soft as you sat contentedly.

“yeah - yeah i’m good” daniel replied, giving you a little squeeze. “just started thinking about what a year it’s been, all the shit parts but all the good parts too - and the blessings that have come my way” he added with a tiny, yet happy smile down at you. 

“am i a blessing?” your eyes were twinkling. 

“you most certainly are” he replied before leaning down to kiss you. it was slow but purposeful, almost as if he was trying to say something through the way your lips moved together.

as he pulled away, he asked you a question which took you by surprise.

“come home with me for christmas?” 

you felt your stomach drop in disappointment. god, you wanted to go with him. you didn’t want to be away from him for too long for as long as possible during the winter break, but jetting off to the other side of the world with him was logistically out of the question. you thought you’d kept your face neutral, but from the sad smile he was giving you, it must have been far from it.

“i want to dan - i really want to - but i ca-”

“you can’t” he finished your sentence for you.   

“i’m sorry, baby. i genuinely can’t. the label’s booked us a huge chunk of studio time over the next few months to work on our next album, and i’ve already made arrangements with my family for christmas - i’ve paid for us all to celebrate in the countryside for some peace and quiet” you added with a little huff of a laugh, even though nothing was particularly funny. 

“it’s okay - bit last minute on my behalf anyway” the smile on his lips had a tinge of sadness to it, but you could tell it wasn’t aimed at you. 

“little bit” you replied, before placing a quick peck to his lips. “when do you fly home? as in - australia home?” 

“little over two weeks, why?”

“come and stay with me until you go? you’ll be close enough to woking, you can bring that bolognese sauce round, we can do lots of christmassy things… what do you say?”

his kiss was the only answer you needed. 

your earlier urge to party the night away had been dampened, as the day caught up with you, alongside your mutual disappointment at your impending separation. after finishing your drinks, you said your goodbyes to the team and made your way back to your hotel, choosing to spend the night with each other for company. that was enough.

— 

you’d flown back to london the next day, daniel not needing to take part in any end of season testing. you’d headed back to your place by yourself initially, letting daniel drop by his to pick up some bits and bobs (as well as his famous pasta, which you both shared that night). everything felt so domestic as you washed the dishes together, pouring each other glass after glass of wine as you settled down in front of the tv to watch some mindless drivel, while planning the next few days.

you planned a trip to the natural history museum - not to explore the exhibits, but to ice skate one evening. both of you were bundled up, daniel especially, in an attempt to keep your identities on the downlow. despite it only being late november, the rink’s huge christmas tree was illuminated, twinkly lights casting a gorgeous glow across the space. neither of you were particularly good, but you weren’t complaining, as it led to tightly gripped hands, arms around each other's waists to steady yourselves, and lots of giggles. 

after your time on the ice had finished, you both headed straight for the van selling hot drinks, both of you going for a hot chocolate (with all the trimmings of course). you knew it was a recipe for disaster - the disaster being daniel’s nose ending up covered in fluffy whipped cream after the smallest of sips. you barked out a laugh, causing him to look at you with a bewildered gaze, before he realised what was going on as you beckoned him over.

“come here you silly mare…” you taunted with a sweet smile, as you swiped your thumb across the bridge of his nose to get rid of the majority of the mess before planting a kiss to the tip. “there we go”

with that, he dipped ever so slightly to kiss you, the way you both tasted of chocolate and sprinkles making the experience even more saccharine. as he pulled away, he took his phone from his pocket. 

“stay right there” he ordered, as he snapped a few brief shots of you and your ridiculous drink. he was so quick to take them that you didn’t have time to pose, simply providing him with intimate, candid shots of you realising what he was doing. you were laughing in one of them while looking directly at him. that quickly became his new lockscreen. 

— 

another day was spent with him accompanying you to a studio session. you’d spent the car ride there (he drove - of course) practically giving him a get out of jail free card to not come. studio days weren’t always fun and full of music. sometimes you’d simply be sat around for hours on end while the sound engineers got take after take of a guitar solo or drum break down. not to mention half of your next album wasn’t even written yet, which naturally proved problematic when it came to recording it. 

he brushed it off every time.

“babe you’ve just spent four days in the fucking desert watching me go round a race track literally hundreds of times. this is nothing”

it made your brain whir with affection. 

there was no surprise that your prediction for the day was partly true. there was a lot of sitting about doing nothing, but it was far from boring. daniel chatted away to your band, the engineers, the studio staff, all of them as if they were old friends. sure, he’d met your bandmates a handful of times now, but the casual familiarity he seemed to spur with everyone he met, was just another thing to add to your list of ‘reasons why i’m falling in love’. 

it was around mid-afternoon when inspiration suddenly struck out of nowhere. you grabbed your notepad and pen and started scrawling a rough draft of some lyrics, before moving over to the piano in the room to tinkle out a basic melody. you watched as your bandmates' heads lifted, moving to their various instruments to join in with your impromptu jam session. 

before you knew it, the song was taking shape, and you gave the guys in the booth a nod to start recording a first take that you could share with your label, before flashing daniel a smile as if to say - listen carefully. 

and he did. 

‘A few days pass since I last saw you

And you've taken over my mind

I'm retelling jokes you made that made me laugh

Pretending that they're mine

I wanna tell the whole world about you

I think that that's a sign

I'm losing self-control and it's you

It really is, 1000 times’

you hadn’t quite got the ending nailed, but as you tailed off the recording you all shared a look, knowing deep down that you had a song on your hands, and a good one at that. with a grin, you looked through the glass window to daniel, who was looking back at you with what could only be described as pixar character eyes. you laughed happily to yourself as you grinned back, making a mental note that he’d figured out that maybe, just maybe, those lyrics were about him. 

you don’t speak about it though. not then, anyway. 

the next morning, as you lay in bed together, you broke the news to daniel that you needed to go food shopping. initially, he shrugged - not understanding the big deal. panic set in on his end however when you grinned, sitting up so that you could manoeuvre yourself to be sat on his lap, thighs on either side of his hips. 

“i’m driving though” you announced.

his eyebrows shot up in alarm. 

“pardon?”

“i’m driving. we couldn’t fit a bag of shopping in the boot of your car, never mind a food shop for the next week! we’ll take my car and i’ll drive it, we’ll be fine”

“i don’t even know what you drive” 

you bit down on your grin. 

“it’s in the garage, i’ll show you after breakfast” 

around an hour and a half later, you were stood by your car in the garage, watching with a pout as daniel was bent over, half laughing, half crying. 

“is that - is that a - you drive a -” he couldn’t get the words out. 

“a fiat 500? yes, yes it is” 

“i did not have you down as a fiat 500 driver” he was still giggling. 

“it’s a good car! she’s called betty boop. i’ve never really needed to drive far so she does exactly what i need, perfectly well thank you” you snapped, mostly teasing as you sauntered over to him and snatched the keys from his hands. 

holding his hands up in mock defence, he admitted defeat. “okay, okay! you can drive miss boop, it’s fine” 

it wasn’t fine. you only realised the reason he wanted to drive was because he was the most annoying passenger. from dramatically checking that the road was clear at every junction you approached, to putting the handbrake on for you as you came to a stop, he was doing practically everything possible to get on your last nerve and you don’t think he even realised. as you pulled into the car park of the waitrose, you turned off the ignition and chucked the keys into his lap. 

“fine. you can drive home” 

his joyful cheer was deafening - and somehow made your annoyance melt away. 

—-

there was an air of unspoken sadness on your last night together. you’d put a christmas film on tv but neither of you were really paying attention, instead preferring to bask in the familiar quiet as you sat in his arms on the sofa. you held one of his hands in yours and played with it - bending his fingers, tracing yours across his palm, running your fingertips along the lines of his tattoos - anything to keep hold of him.

eventually you spoke up.

“is it selfish that i don’t want you to go?” you asked, sad eyes meeting his own.

“only as selfish as me wanting you to say fuck it, and come with me” 

you smiled at that, the way the both of you wanted anything but the separation that was to come. 

“i know you’ve not even left yet, but when will you be back over here? or back in monaco at least?” 

he did the mental maths, face screwing up slightly in thought. “probably second week of january? third at the latest. mid-january-ish” 

a soft sigh. “so a month-ish then?” 

“yeah, something like that” he replies, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. 

you quickly swallowed down a lump in your throat, not wanting to cry or ruin the moment. 

“i’m really going to miss you, dan” you said, your voice barely a whisper. 

at that he stopped you from toying with his hand and instead linked your fingers, squeezing tightly.

“i’ll be back before you know it - besides the time difference isn’t that bad” 

“i suppose…” you sighed again. “call me when you’re going to bed? i promise i’ll answer if i can” 

“only if you call me when you’ve woken up” he grinned, though there was still a hint of sadness behind his eyes. 

“deal”

with that, you turned in his arms to kiss him, slowly, so that you could savour each and every moment. you stayed like that for most of the night, laying on his chest, kissing every now and then, murmurs of affection and sweet nothings being exchanged between the two of you. at some point you must have nodded off, as next thing you knew you were being carried up the stairs to bed. 

“hi…” you mumbled sleepily, tucking your head in against him. 

“bed time, sleepyhead” 

you nodded and did little to fight off the sleep that was fast returning. you were half aware of him taking your socks off, leaving you in his hoodie and shorts as he tucked you into the covers, before slipping into beside you and gathering you up in his arms. you were sure you heard a soft ‘good night beautiful’ before you were fast asleep again.

the following morning is similar to the night before. you’re both awake before the alarm’s gone off, choosing to stay enveloped in each other for as long as you can. eventually he gets up, mumbling something about needing a shower as his lips brush against yours. you nod, hearing the water turn on in your bathroom before deciding to get up yourself. 

heading downstairs, you decide that you may as well start making some breakfast for the two of you. there was about an hour before daniel had to leave, and as he’d been living out of his suitcases for the last two weeks, packing was already done and dusted. flicking the radio on, you started whisking together some scrambled eggs. you were quite happy simply pottering about in the kitchen, the process of cooking a welcome distraction from the impending departure, until you noticed the song playing on the radio. 

‘i remember when you were here, and all the fun we had last year’

it’s enough to break the dam on the tears you’d been holding back for what felt like the last day. tears slipped over your cheeks, and you made no effort to wipe them away, sniffling to yourself as you made yourself carry on with the breakfast preparation. 

“oh, christmas music!” came a voice from the doorway, which made you jump, turning to face him out of instinct. 

he clocked your face straight away, his own twisting in what could be described as devastation. 

“oh baby, come here…” he said, arms outstretched, which you stepped into within seconds. you cried softly, no doubt leaving tear stains on his t-shirt. 

“i’m sorry, i just - gonna be so quiet without you here” 

“you’ll be surprised how loud i can be from thousands of miles away, love” he murmured, smiling gently down at you as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

you sniffed a laugh. “somehow, i don’t doubt that”

he took over breakfast duties from you after that, promising that despite past evidence suggesting otherwise, he could actually scramble eggs. you didn’t protest, happy to watch for as long as you could. 

you ate together - which was more like daniel eating, and you pushing yours around your plate, appetite long gone. 

“promise me you’ll eat something when i’ve gone?” he says, eyes watching with concern. 

“i will - just never really liked eating after crying” 

the minutes then seemed to fly by much more quickly than you’d wanted, and you were stood in the hallway, watching him make his final checks before heading out. you’d decided a few nights previously when you first discussed his arrangements for going home that you wouldn’t go to the airport with him. it was peak christmas travel season, meaning the airport would be busy and it wasn’t worth the risk of being spotted, no matter how valuable the extra few minutes together. 

“you all good?” you asked, silently, selfishly wishing that he wasn’t. a missing passport wouldn’t go amiss right now. 

“yeah, everything present and accounted for”

fuck.

“well…” you started, before you were being pulled into a crushing hug. 

“you are so, so, special to me, i hope you know that…” daniel consoled, rocking you slightly from side to side. 

“it’s mutual, babe…” you replied with a watery laugh. 

“good” he smiled that trademark smile that could light up a room - god you were going to miss him. “i uh - i’ve left you a christmas present under the tree, but you’re not allowed to open it until christmas day” 

you managed a grin in reply. 

“well i snuck one into your case the other day, so that’s mutual too” 

he laughed, giving you another squeeze, and a quick kiss before pulling away and gathering his bags. 

“i’m not saying bye, by the way, this isn’t bye. i’ll probably talk to you later anyway” it was almost as if he was trying to rationalise the situation to himself. this wasn’t that bad. it was only a month away. you’d spent the first few months together only seeing each other fleetingly and relying on calls and texts. somehow, though, this felt different. the last two weeks had given you both a taste of what things could  be like, and now you didn't want to give it up for love, nor money. 

“okay then. i’ll talk to you later” you said, pressing up onto your tiptoes to give him one last kiss which he happily returned. 

then, he was out the door, halfway down your garden path before you called out to stop him. 

“daniel!”

he turned to look at you over his shoulder. 

i love you, your mind said. 

“text me when you land okay?” 

double fuck. 

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yourinstagram christmas, baby please come home 

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1, 18, 24, & 74 for the writer asks? ^_^

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Yes!! Daydreaming is the basis of all of my writing, which is why it is so self-indulgent, even the (relatively) angsty parts lol some fics i am almost reluctant to write as i love to revisit them a few times before "freezing them as is" in a fic, like my beloved hospital fic (*) i also tend to play around with my scenarios for longer fics, and test alternative options before every chapter. Like, how would things go if that little thing, or this other thing changed? What would the consequences be? And i try to do this until my scenario becomes unavoidable, until all the possible versions have been tested in daydreams and rejected. I won't pretend it's a hardship though lol

18. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

I don't exactly enjoy it but they are sometimes necessary and i try to flesh them out a little if i can lol

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

It kind of imposes itself on me to be honest lol some of my fics, especially the shorter ones, are only interesting from a certain point of view (this one or this one in particular) but there are quite a few that i feel would deserve to get both sides some day. I was extremely lucky to have my beloved @jockvillagersonly do me the honor of writing the hospital fic from Xiaoge's pov and their fic is a work of art <3 but i would really love to find the time and energy to write last year's exchange fic (my "plot twist, Xiaoge wasn't in the gate but in a coma", aka the best fic i have ever written imo!!) from Wu Xie's pov, because there are a couple of scenes that Xiaoge doesn't know about that i feel would reaaaally twist the knife in the wound if you know what i mean 😂

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

People really seem to like my qipao fics when they're really not my favorites lol i'm happy they're getting attention, though!! But some lesser appreciated personal favorites are:

-this year's exchange fic featuring PingXie working at a carnival haunted house which i LOVED writing and that no one seems to have read so far.... 😔

- this particular mini fic in Xiaoge's POV in which HJJ XG has an existential crisis about sharing a bed with the love of his life

- fics i wrote for other pairings and fandoms! like this gratuitously smutty one that i wrote for ChengYi from Under The Skin as a way to dip my toe into the fandom before dropping a longer fic (wink wink nudge nudge next wip in line), or my HeiHua chronic hanahaki exchange fic which has ALL the mutual pining one could dream of!!

- (and maybe my SongXiao post Yi city fix-it fic that's on hiatus until i can figure out how to finish it, because i'd really love to have opinions on it! Is it worth finishing? Any ideas plot wise/ any prompt/ anything people would like to read in it? Like, more smut, less smut, more angst (how lol we're at capacity here folks!) or less angst etc.)

"caught red handed." - miya atsumu.

omega!miya atsumu x top!reader

wc: 1.4k 🥴 oopsie daisy

summary: it's all bullshit. social higharchy my ass. but the sweet omega smell of the blonde miya twin and the flushed stare he gave you gets the setter in a very, interesting, position.

cw: con noncon, somnophilia, a/b/o dynamics, weed use/mentions, breeding, belly bulge, gangbang mention, voyeurism if you squint, degradation, light feminization (calling ass a cunt), mild dumbification, brat!atsumu if you squint

a/n: i do not remember the last time i ever published my work please bare with me lol. i've also only watched like two episodes of haikyuu. not proofread, its 9:00 AM and i haven't slept

IMPORTANT: I NO LONGER WRITE FOR HAIKYUU

it's all bullshit.

thats what you told yourself, watching everyone have their coming of age moments. alpha this, omega that. it was a crock of shit.

the social aspect at least. the physical aspect was all too real. the girls in your college algebra class talked about the different suppressors they were put on, and the boys bullied the few omega males in the locker room when their scent was overwhelming.

you couldn't really care for it. social higharchy was never something that interested you. your sister dubbed you a sigma when you shared this with her; thus yelling at her to fuck off.

it made sense. you could be an alpha if you really tried, but cared more about getting high than being an upstanding citizen. it was alright, you didn't mind.

spring was hell for everyone. people often missed school and work for one reason or another during it. it got to the point that spring break got extended and applied to the work force to accommodate.

you took this chance to chill with your friends and fuck around. it was dubbed osamu's turn to host.

only now was that seeming to be a horrible idea.

atsumu, osamu's twin brother, was stuck at home doubling up doses for the spring time. osamu told him to not leave his room while his friends were over; if the faint omega smell wasn't enough to rile up a group of delinquents.

atsumu was horrible at following instructions. after about the fourth blunt rotation the smell of weed seemed to disappear. the sweet smell of an unmarked omega wafted through the apartment.

"i'm only here to get a drink man, piss off." he told his twin, desperately trying to ignore the hungry eyes on him.

atsumu was known for masking his omega-ness. he didn't pretend he wasn't one, no, just avoided the concept like the plague. spring time made it almost impossible for him to keep that facade up.

"you stink, 'sumu." osamu spoke, jokingly pinching his nose. atsumu rolled his eyes, grabbing a soda can from the fridge. "at least i don't reak of weed." he combated. he took a glance at the group in the living room and felt small under the gaze of his brothers friends. his eyes caught yours, and his breath caught in his throat.

you weren't an alpha, right? the only alpha in the room was his brother. everyone else was a beta or some other. but god, his knees almost buckled under your gaze.

the sleezy smile you sent him made blood rush south. he couldn't move, and you wouldn't stop staring.

"oi, stop eye fucking my brother, (Y/N)." osamu smacked you upside the head, not focusing long enough to notice the wink you shoot atsumu. he makes a b-line to his room, shutting the door behind him.

everything felt hot. have you always been that, attractive? he's seen you at their volleyball games, hunched over in the bleachers and ragging on his brother afterwards. why did he feel this way now?

atsumu has been through enough springs to know the only way to fix this by himself. still against the door, his hand shakily went under his sweats. he barely grazed his cock and he moaned, his free hand flying over his mouth. he paused, listening for any hints that someone heard him, before fishing his small cock out of his sweats.

it took all he had to not moan like a whore just to his own stimulation. it became increasingly more difficult as his brain wandered.

what if it was your hand fisting his cock? what would you tell him when you forced his smaller body on your knot? how would you smell as you used him?

he didn't even notice he was getting louder, his hand doing little to muffle any sounds he made. "(Y-Y/N)- fuck! please!" he whined, bucking his hips to meet his hand.

he came for the first time that evening whimpering your name, knees threatening to buckle as he did.

if only he knew the smirk on your face as you heard his wonton moans on your way to the bathroom.

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a lot of weed and bad horror films took out a lot on your little posse. osamu and you being the only ones remaining. osamu told you to not fuck anything up, he was going to his room. the mumbled affirmation you sent him was all he needed before disappearing down the hallway. you waited for the click of the door locking before standing.

maybe it was the weed talking. maybe the sleep deprivation from midterms. you couldn't put a finger on what pulled you to the blonde miya twin's room.

he looked so cute sleeping. all sprawled out with the blanket barely even covering him. he slept nude, it was like he knew you were gonna fuck him!

silently tugging your pants open, hand slowly jacking your cock to full mast as you positioned between the legs of the starfished setter.

three fingers later and atsumu was still fast asleep. his little omega cock now leaking precum and slick covering his puckered hole allowed you to deem him ready.

pushing the tip in, he finally stirred. his eyes squeezed tighter and tried to push away from you. "shh, it's okay baby." you whispered, pushing hair out of his face. something in you pushed forward, everything up to the thick knot at the base inside of the sleeping miya boy.

well, previously sleeping. the intrusion making his eyes flutter open. blinking away the sleep in his eyes, he realized what was happening. when he did, he started to fight back.

"hey hey, shh baby. you want this, don'tcha? otherwise you wouldn'tve been jacking your little cock to the thought of me earlier." his eyes widened at your words, and kept trying to push you off of him. his hands pushing at your hips and lips pouting.

how cute.

swiftly pinning his wrists above his head with one hand and holding his hips down with the other, you stared into his eyes. the moonlight caught his blown pupils perfectly; illuminating the cocky smirk that formed on your face just right for him too.

he yelped when you pulled back and slammed back in. not breaking eye contact, his body thrashed as you thrusted your cock into his tight little cunt. he resisted the best he could, but the way his cunt clenched around your cock told you he was loving every second of this.

it didn't take long for him to stop thrashing, whining and moaning as you abused his prostate. he felt your hand go to his tummy, rubbing the bulge that appeared every time you thrusted into him. the knowledge made him moan out loud.

"keep that up and your brother will catch us, baby. or worse, one of the others in the living room. don't think i could stop them from further destroying you if they saw us." atsumu whined in response. "or would you like that? taking multiple knots to satisfy your omega cunt?" he glared at you but clenched harder at your words. "such a slutty cunt, omega. you know what? be loud. let everyone know who's cock you're losing yourself to." atsumu opened his mouth to talk, only weak whimpers leaving his throat.

"did i already fuck you stupid? oh baby, you're too cute. babbling like an idiot on my cock." he shook his head. "'m not an idiot." he barely managed. a chuckle verbarated in your chest.

"no, you're not are you? you're no idiot, you're a dumb whore f'me." the setter whined again, hips pushing back against your thrusts. he bit his lip to muffle his cries as he came.

"dumb whore came just from some mean words? pathetic." he could feel your knot swelling every time you thrusted in his hole. he nearly came again just from the thought of you knotting him.

"'m gonna give you my pups, 'tsumu." you breathed, thrusts starting to falter slightly. "all mine?" he weakly asked. you smiled and cupped his cheek.

"yeah, all for you 'tsu." for the first time that night you kissed him, finally thrusting your knot into his tight heat, swallowing his moans as you filled him with your cum. he felt so warm and full, euphoric. he came again with you.

he went to push away, thinking you were done. your stronger arms pushed him back down.

"who said we were done, baby? gotta make sure it sticks, right?"

Can you make an little writting for how the spy, demo, medic are when they are sharing an umbrella with their s/o (crush). Have a nice day, by the way I like your pink sheep profile background! :))

Lol ty for enjoying my very cool pink sheep his name is Orange, also no i will not make a little writing i will make a big writing yes yes please enjoy lmao

Spy

Of course he didn't expect to see you outside the same cafe that he enjoyed visiting, he was a perceptive man of course, but somehow you always seemed to slip right under his radar. He watches you walk in as he takes a sip of his hot cup of tea, listening intently to your order as he pretends to go back to his newspaper he had in front of him. Though it took a moment, he had to admit he did feel his heart skip as he saw your silhouette in the corner of his eye get closer to where he was seated before taking a seat in front of him, his eyes flicked up to your cheery smile in greeting as he did his best to hold back his own. "What brings you here cherie?" He asks, his cool exterior held well against your cheery attitude. "Well you would talk so highly of this place, I decided to come take a visit, though I didn't expect to see you here! I guess it's two treats in one, eh?" Following with your signature wink you'd always give him, you're attempts at flirting were always so sweet, he thought, hiding his little smile behind his cup as the waiter came with your pastry and drink.

Of course it'd be something sweet, it was fitting for your personality, he caught himself staring too long, watching as you take your initial sip before seeing your face light up with glee with the taste. Quickly averting his eyes from you as you hummed happily, pleased with your choices as the two of you make idle conversation, the comfortable atmosphere was something that seemed to always follow you anywhere you go, he appreciated the change, the constant gunfire and shouting of men was exhausting at time, but meeting you? Goodness you were a godsend to this man, giving him comfort and a drastic change from what he was so used to back at the base. You could say the two of you had gotten a bit close, maybe closer than most people would. You knew he was a secretive man, but somehow has told you about plenty of things you felt maybe someone in his line of work probably wouldn't share with just anyone. Though of course you stayed, you had to admit you started to get feelings for the man, his little smiles and how much thought he put into the time he spent with you really struck a chord whenever the two of you just so happened to meet up with one another.

Time flew fast, he hated to admit he was disappointed seeing you finish the last remnants of your pastry, although you two had spent already a few hours here together, he knew he couldn't keep you here forever. A small yawn escapes your lips, taking a look out the windows to spot the sky outside darkening with gloomy clouds, the soft patter of rain reaching your ears as you huff, realizing too late that you had forgotten to bring your umbrella with you today when you had left your home this morning. You hear someone clear their throat behind you, turning to see spy with his slight smile on his face, offering you his arm as he held a small umbrella in his other hand, the offer of walking you home was silently asked as he offers his arm to you, which you gladly loop yours through his. The warm feeling in his chest grew as he escorted you out of the establishment, arm in arm the two of you walked in the rain, the umbrella shielding the two of you from getting wet, and although the weather wasn't so chilly, you couldn't help but lean in closer against the secretive man beside you.

Demo

Of course your hangout with Demo was always a fun time at the bar. Just the two of you, sitting together swapping stories back and forth, him sharing how he blew up a whole team with a few bombs and you sharing how easily it was for you to take on the meanest heavy on the enemy team. Laughs and hard pats on the back ensued, the cheery man beside you was always so happy when you two were together, sometimes you couldn't tell if it was just because you were around or just because you were sharing a few drinks with the man himself. You took a sip of your drink in front of you, listening to how well he blew someone else up after they tried to best him at his own bomb making game. You couldn't help but laugh, bringing a smile to the drunken man's face, he knew very well that he was good at making you laugh, or at least smile for him. Demo was always happy to spend all this time with you and get to see the more relaxed side of you, as much as he loved teasing you for using such a serious face, it was always good fun to see what he could do to help you unwind.

"You shoulda seen it, this man went flying through the air!" He hiccups, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close, causing your face to light up with a small tint of pink dusting your skin with the new sudden closeness. The light chatter continued, the bar was light with conversation though dwindling as the night continued, people coming in and out of the place though soon enough the last call bell rung, plenty of patrons grumbling as they either began to gather their bearings or getting their last glass. You stood up, the man next to you trying to be as stable as possible as he followed on his feet, giving you a nod as a sign he'd be alright when you guys head out. The door opens for you two, the heavy rain coming down around you two as you stood under the covering above the door. Demo leans against you with a sad sigh "Oh what a shame, I guess we're stuck here allll night.." His words slurred together, his weight heavy on your shoulders as you let out a small chuckle, showing off the packed away umbrella you had prepared for tonight, along with a few other necessities you had stowed away for emergencies.

The walk was full of stumbling and laughs as you two tried to hold each other up, the umbrella barely keeping you two dry from the amount of movement there was. The feeling of soreness from smiling so much with Demo was evident, but the good feeling shared between you two was something neither of you wanted to go away. Demo continued letting comments roll off his tongue, telling you how grateful he is to have met you, and how lovely you are to look at, the sincerity in his voice was enough to make anyone's heart melt no matter how cold it was. You started to follow suit with telling him how much he meant to you in return, knowing well that he wouldn't remember much of it anyway, regardless, at least getting it out felt nice. The fall of the rain, and flitting whispers and mumbles of confessions were shared, heavy and stumbling footsteps on the pavement the whole way back home.

Medic

Angry grumbles and panicked shouts filled the air as Medic ran outside in the storm. Archimedes had gotten out, somehow someway, the bird had gotten outside and man, Medic was not having it. He didn't know who had left an opening for his feathered friend, though it was big enough for the bird to at least be curious. He had forgotten his umbrella and coat, his vest and shirt drenched in rain already as he continued to call for the delicate bird, worry clearly etched in his face as he tried to find any nook or cranny that he might be in. You, of course, being the only one he trusted to actually help him search aside from Heavy, but Heavy being the slower man he is, was looking for the bird inside where Medic might've missed during his panicked search. You were peeking in a nook that was hidden in a tree nearby, not seeing even a glimpse of white feathers anywhere the more you looked. Your umbrella you held tightly in your hand was the only shield to keep you at least a little bit dry as you looked, though with how hard it was coming down, you had also begun the mission of finding the dear doctor too.

Medic on the other hand had thankfully found Archimedes hidden away safe and sound, scolding the bird for having escaped and gotten so far, he now turned and realized you weren't behind him as he thought you were. A groan escapes his lips as he realized now that he had to find you or you find him, He just hopes he can find you before it gets any darker. The bird tucks himself snugly into his owners' neck, hoping that maybe soon they'd be heading home, the sound of Medic's heavy boots hit heavy against the mud as he searches for his lost assistant. You were much easier to look for than a bird, and soon enough medic found you trying to find him in turn, he shouts out for you, seeing your head turn in shock before running to him, hugging him tightly which brings a blush to his face as he took a moment before placing a hand on your back a small smile on his face. "You dummy don't leave me like that! I didn't know where you had gone what would I have done on my own?" You fussed at him, the realization of how worried you had gotten on your own weighed on him, feeling his heart tug with your words of concern he leans down to give you a better hug, a little apology from his side could be heard as he held you. Your clothes had become soaked due to Medic leaving his umbrella back at the base, although you wanted to continue the hug, you knew well enough that you both were going to get sick if you continued to stay out here.

Hesitantly letting him go, you watch his face show slight disappointment yet understanding as you offered him your umbrella, although not as useful now as it would've been earlier, the man takes it gratefully, taking the bold move of pulling you close to him with a hand around your waist, the umbrella shielding you two from any more rain keeping the two of you together, the bird perched atop Medic's shoulders only peered at you curiously though pleased this seemed to mean that he can return to the warm indoors. The heavy doors opened for you two, a sigh of relief passed from the two of you as you both shed your soaked jackets and shoes, parting ways if only for a moment to get changed to something warmer. Your clothes changed, you were happy to finally be back inside away from the raging storm, soon to be in bed you heard a knock at the door. Confused, you came to the door, opening it to reveal a comfy looking Medic standing there, a smile on his face seeing you dry and looking warmer. "Care to join me tonight for a night of fun as thank you frau?" He asks, although knowing the answer already as he watches you nod with a matching smile, leading you along to the way towards his little date for his thank you.

be my baby

wrote this one for @acciosnapes 2.5k writing challenge! it was inspired by like one line in the song “be my baby” and it goe entirely out of hand long lol. but i had fun writing it and i hope you guys enjoy!

You’re not quite sure how it happens. Well, no, that’s a lie. It happens slowly. Very slowly. It starts with the Chief coming into the library sporadically, arms laden with borrowed books. Books that he most certainly wasn’t checking out for himself.

He doesn’t say much those first few times beyond a polite, short greeting and a quick welcome to Hawkins. You always smile at him - a bright grin that you know makes you look younger than you are. Your best friends in high school always called it the Man Catching smile. It doesn’t seem to be working on the Chief. Not that you’re going to give up. Soon enough, the Chief stops for a little bit longer, chatting with you casually. He asks a little about your background, stiffly - like he’s trying for nonchalance, but failing. It’s absolutely endearing and you find your Man Catching smile morphing into something a little more real, a little more dopey. It’s your Falling in Love smile and you’re terrified. It’s been a long time since you’ve smiled that particular smile and you never imagined that Chief Jim Hopper would be the one to draw it out of you again. And then, suddenly (or it feels sudden, even thought it’s been weeks), Hopper’s standing at the circulation desk, hat in hands, stumbling over his words. You wait patiently, biting your lower lip to prevent a smile from stretching across your face. “I was thinkin’, well, only if you want, would you,” his face is pink, moustache twitching as he finds the words he wants, “Thinkin’ about dinner. Maybe Friday night? I could pick you up?” “Sure, Chief,” you grin, unable to hide your excitement. “See you at 7.” He smiles back, eyes crinkling, and gives you a little salute before he turns to leave. He’s about halfway to the door, when you realize, and shout after him, “Hey! Hopper!” “Yeah?” He turns, a little bit of an excited smile on his face. You hate to see it fade, but laugh a little as you say, “Forgot to pay your fine. Am I gonna have to call the police?” Hopper laughs. He strides back over and leans his forearms on the counter, angling his upper body towards you, “Tell ya what, sugar, you call the station any time and I’ll be over before you can even finish a sentence.” You place the back of your hand against your forehead and pretend to swoon. “Gee, a charmer, aren’t you?” you tease, breathless. “Only for you,” he winks, digging into his pocket and dropping a few singles onto the desk before strolling out of the library. Watching him leave, you gather the bills and shake your head. Jim Hopper’s going to be fun. ——— As the weeks go by, you and Hopper fall quickly into a pattern of flirting and kissing in his Blazer. Every time you leave the car, he gives you one last kiss, only for you to plant three quick kisses on him in short succession. It’s become a habit now, a fun way for you to get the last word in. Hopper doesn’t mind, his hand usually wraps around your wrist as you’re kissing him, the contact grounding you. Despite your desire to do so, you haven’t slept together yet. You know he has a daughter - Jane, even though everyone seems to call her El - to think about and you don’t mind that he wants to make sure you’re serious before introducing you into her life. Sex is a surefire way to complicate all of that and you’re content to let Hopper take the lead here. Even if that means disappointment sometimes. “Hey, we’re still getting drinks tonight, right?” you say into the phone, cradling the receiver between your shoulder and cheek so you can wash dishes as you talk. Hopper sighs heavily and your heart sinks to your stomach. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m...El’s havin’ a...difficult time today.” “Oh,” you sigh. “That’s alright. You should spend time with her. I’ll be here.” You hope the forced lightness isn’t obvious, but from the soft sigh Hopper lets out, you know it is. There’s a scratchy, ruffling noise and you know he’s just rubbed his hand over his face. “I promise I’m gonna talk to her. She knows I’m seein’ someone and she’s gettin’ ... well, she’s gettin’ worked up about it.” “Worked up about me, you mean?” It slips out, the correction and frustrated sigh. You know that El is important to Hopper, and she should be, but you can’t help but feel a little tired of all the dancing around, all the broken dates and hiding in the car. It takes a toll on you. Hopper’s silence is his answer and you bite your lower lip. “It’s fine, Jim, really,” you try to sound convincing. “It’s not like this was a serious thing anyway.” You hate the flippancy of your tone and the fact that you’re saying the words at all. Because it’s not true. Not even a little bit. Sure, maybe it started as a fun fling - flirting and kissing and teasing each other - but somewhere along the line, you fell head over heels for Jim Hopper and now your heart is breaking. “Come on, Y/n,” he says and you can hear the scowl in his voice, can picture the way his brow will darken, “don’t say shit like that. You know I like you.” “Sure, chief,” you reply flatly. The line is silent for a few moments, both of you frustrated and stubborn. Eventually, you crack. “Look, I...wasn’t exactly planning on telling you this so quickly, but I like you, Jim. A lot. And I respect that you need to take El’s feelings into consideration, but I really would like to know that she’s not going to sabotage whatever this could become.” You close your eyes and drop the dish you had been rinsing into the sink so you can lean your forearms against the sink. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest and the longer it takes Hopper to respond, the worse you feel. “I’ll talk to her, swear,” he vows. “You gotta know that I don’t wanna mess her life up any more than it already has been.” There’s something a little desperate and scared in his tone - a plea that you understand something he can’t tell you. Your heart cracks a little. “She’s only got me,” he continues. “I think she thinks she’s losin’ me.” “Please, Jim,” you murmur, “make sure she knows that I want to know her just as much as I want to know you. I’m not trying to take you away.” “I know,” he replies. “I’m gonna talk to her, sugar. I promise.” “Okay,” you sag a little. “Okay. I’m sorry that this is how the night went.” You hear his hand scrub over his face again. “Yeah, me too. Was lookin’ forward to seein’ you try’n keep up.” His voice lifts into a teasing tone and you can’t help but crack a small smile. “Drink you under the table you mean, right, old man?” you tease right back and his laugh booms in your ear. “Watch it,” he warns, a low growl. “Night, Hop,” you say quietly. His voice goes soft. “Night, baby.” ————— True to his word, Hopper tells El that you two are dating. Or on the road to seriously dating. He’s vague about his actual phrasing, leading you to believe he stuttered and tripped over his words, confusing the pre-teen about your relationship status. You’re not confused about his feelings any more - well most of the time. He’s still closed off about some things and you’re not always sure what’s going on behind those blue eyes of his, but there’s no denying the physical spark that had existed when you finally slept together. You know that you should’ve held off a little longer, knowing your feelings were too strong to avoid heartbreak, but goddamn did the man look good in his uniform. He keeps dates more regularly now, whether or not that’s a sign of El’s acceptance or of Hopper laying down the law, you’re not sure. He still hasn’t said anything about you actually meeting El - dodging the question by doing something phenomenal with his fingers. But you have seen El around Hawkins - briefly and when she’s riding her bike with her group of friends. She’s got a gorgeous smile and laughs easily when one of the boys says something amusing. Your heart clenches a little when you see her because you really just want to get to know her and make sure she knows that you’re not trying to steal away her dad. It’s exhausting, waiting for Hopper to finally let you meet her, so you take matters into your own hands. She’s in the library on a rainy Tuesday, roaming the stacks with Max Mayfield, and you can hear both girls giggling as they look through the books. It brings a smile to your face as you remember rainy days spent in the library with your own best friend, Lissy. You really should give her a call someday soon and plan a trip to visit her in Chicago. Eventually, she and Max make their way to the check-out desk, where you’re working for the time being since your co-worker is out. You smile at the girls and Max smiles back, even as El shoots you a scowl. “Find everything you were looking for, girls?” you ask, your tone carefully controlled. “Mhm,” Max nods. She grins, “we’re in a prank war with the boys so we needed some outside resources.” And sure enough, the stack of books on the counter is geared towards pranks and jokes, some advertising gross schemes and others promising pranks so funny even the victims will bust a gut. The titles alone make you laugh and you wink conspiratorially at the girls, “I can’t wait to hear how you defeat the boys in this prank war.” El raises an eyebrow at you. “Why would we tell you if we win?” You suck your lower lip in between your teeth and force a small smile. “Well,” you say carefully, “I think your dad might tell me, but I’d like to hear it from you, since I’m sure you guys don’t want the chief knowing about some of these pranks.” You tap a fingernail against the hard cover of one of the books, the noise echoing a little. Cutting her eyes at her friend, Max frowns. Then she looks between you and El briefly before letting out a little gasp. “Oh! You’re the lady Hopper’s dating,” she breathes, connecting dots in her head. Her eyes widen and she scoops up the books quickly, “I’m, uh, I’m gonna go to the bikes. Meet ya outside, El.” She scurries off, clearly trying to avoid the tension. Looking surprisingly like Hopper, despite the lack of shared genetics, El rolls her eyes. “You don’t need to know anything about the pranks,” she says shortly, following Max’s trail. And it’s weird, because a cup full of pens and pencils falls over, spilling the writing implements all over the desk and floor, even though you hadn’t been near it. Sparing the mess a brief glance, you call after the teen. “Jane!” She starts at her name - hesitating as if she’s not used to hearing it. But she stops. Her back is to you and she looks tense, like she’s preparing to take off any second. But she stops. “I would really like to get to know you,” you say, softer than your initial call of her name. “I know you may not be thrilled with me and all, but I promise that I’m not the bad guy here.” El gives a tiny little jolt, doesn’t reply, and marches out of the library. Your shoulders slump in disappointment as you watch her meet up with Max under the library’s awning, both girls flipping up the hoods on their rain jackets and climbing onto their bikes, riding away. “Shit,” you groan, dropping your head to the desk with a painful thud. That could’ve gone better. ———- You don’t hear from Hopper that night, which concerns you until the front page of the next day’s Hawkins Post announces a major accident had taken place the night before just on the outskirts of town, keeping Hawkins PD occupied all night. Folding the paper and dropping it on your kitchen table, you make a mental note to call Hopper later and see if there’s anything he needs. The library is fairly quiet for a Wednesday in August - there are a couple of scattered groups of moms and kids, older folks, and potentially mischievous teenagers milling about, but no one is really bothering you for help. You’re working on a crossword puzzle when a shadow falls over the desk. “How can I help you?” you ask, flipping the paper closed and looking up. It’s El. “Oh!” Her eyes are a little wide and she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Hi, Jane,” you greet her quietly, offering a soft, hopefully welcoming smile. “Hello,” she greets you back and shuffles a little, clutching her hands in front of her body. “I...can we...” “Would you like to go get lunch?” you interrupt quickly when it becomes clear that El is struggling to articulate her thoughts. She nods, grateful. You drop an “Out for Lunch” sign on your desk and tilt your chin at her, “Any particular place you’d like to go?” El shakes her head. No. She falls into step next to you as you walk out of the library. “Okay, maybe the diner?” you suggest casually, even though your insides are doing cartwheels at your excitement. El nods at your suggestion. Okay, seems like she’s not going to be doing that much talking, you think. But at least she made the effort to reach out. That definitely makes you feel much better. You let the silence last until you get to the diner, not wanting to push El into a forced conversation. Smiling at Dot, the ancient waitress that always flirts with Hopper when you come in together, you and El slide into a booth, taking seats across from each other. “So,” you smile, “what do you feel like having?” “Waffles, please,” El replies, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Breakfast for lunch, I like it,” you reply, ordering two plates of waffles with a side of extra bacon. El gives you a shy smile and then, as if remembering that she’s supposed to not like you, it fades into a faint scowl. She crosses her arms over her chest and stares at you. You blink placidly and sigh. “You know, I really like your dad, Jane.” Her frosty exterior softens a little. “He spends a lot of time with you.” Not as much as you would like, but hopefully that changes soon, you think. “I don’t want him to spend less time with you,” you promise. “I think, if you and I got along, it would be nice to hang out, the three of us.” “Why?” El asks. “We don’t need you.” She says it flatly and if her words are meant to hurt, it works. You suck in a breath and swallow heavily. Reaching for your water glass, you take a slow sip, trying to formulate a response. Eventually, you flatten your palms against the tabletop and look steadily at El. “I don’t know what you and your dad need, but I want to continue seeing him and I *want* to get to know you,” your voice is steady and you try to convey all of your feelings in your tone. “Your dad makes me happy and I think I make him happy too. I’m not trying to take him away, Jane, I’m just trying to bring him a little extra happiness.” “Dad is only halfway happy,” she says and it sounds like a question, her eyebrows scrunching together and head tilting to the side. You’ve never heard the expression before, so you shrug. “I think he’s very happy with you, sweetie. But I’d like to bring a different happiness to his life.” She heaves a sigh that seems far too heavy for her skinny frame. Mirroring your position, El drops her palms to the table too. “I want Dad all the way happy. But...” she trails off, looking a little unsure. “But you don’t know me or trust me,” you finish quietly. “And that’s okay. I don’t expect you to even like me much right now. But, Jane, all I ask is that you try and get to know me.” You settle into quiet now, letting your words sink in. El looks at you, studying your face, looking for any hint of deception. You know she won’t find any since all you want is to get to know the most important person in Jim Hopper’s life, but you can’t help but be a little unnerved by her intense gaze. “El,” she says after a few moments of silence. “You can call me El.” “Yeah?” you ask, a bright grin splitting your face. So much for playing it cool. She nods, giving you a tiny smile in return before digging into her waffles. Your own smile doesn’t fade as you begin to eat - peppering the silence with easy questions about herself and school that El answers with only mild reluctance. By the time you walk out, nearly an hour later, it feels like a new page has turned. ———- “Have a good lunch break yesterday?” You look up, startled by Hopper’s sudden appearance. He’s in full uniform, his hat resting lightly on the counter. “Maybe...” you hedge, leaning forward a little. “What did you hear?” “Heard,” he gives you a roguish smirk, “you’re goin’ on lunch dates with someone that’s not me.” “Oh yeah,” you grin, “remembering” you lunch date. “Real cute, cuter than you. Better table manners, too.” “Hey!” Hopper yelps, mock offense forming on his face. “I taught her those table manners.” You laugh outright, a sound that has a smile overtaking Hopper’s face. He pushes a hand through his hair and fidgets, a little nervously. “It was okay?” he asks quietly, worry flashing in his eyes. “Yeah,” you reach out to squeeze his hand, “it was okay. I know you were hesitant, but I really wanted to... to not hide us.” He nods. “Well, whatever you said, worked. Kid voluntarily asked if I was gonna see you again.” “What’d you tell her?” you ask, hoping your voice doesn’t betray the thudding of your heart. Every muscle in your body feels tense, coiled tightly as you wait for his answer. Hopper’s smile is wide and the skin around his eyes crinkles. “Told her she’d be seein’ a lot more of you if I got a certain answer to a question I had for ya.” You can’t hide the smile that blossoms across your face. “Question?” you ask, raising a curious eyebrow. “Yeah,” he leans forward, “question. Thought about it an’ I was hopin’ you’d be my girl.” “Your girl?” Smiling, you repeat Hopper’s question just to make sure you heard him right. He nods. “Yeah, I wanna see more of you,” he pauses, smirks a little, “Stop hidin’.” “I like that,” you reply happily. “I’m more than happy to be your girl, Jim.” Hopper leans further over the counter and cups your cheek so he can kiss you quickly once. You laugh against his lips and kiss him back, three times in quick succession. He pulls back and says, “Dinner, Friday night. Me an’ you. El’s hangin’ out Max’s for the night - sleepover.” “Pick me up at 7,” you reply, your tongue darting out and licking your reddened lower lip. Hopper’s gaze tracks the motion and he winks. “Yes ma’am,” he gives you a little mock salute and heads out of the library. You watch him leave, a goofy grin on your face and a blush heating your cheeks.

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There's a grain of truth in every jest

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: You and Wanda have an internal pickup line competition. But when this innocent banter ends up in something more, you seem to be the only ones surprised about it. [1.483 words]

Warnings: fluff (Read on AO3)

Surprise story? That's right! Hahaha today is the birthday of a friend I recently made, so I couldn't let the date go by. @aquamarinescarlet when I think of you, I can only think of pickup lines, so I couldn't write about anything else, am I right? I hope you enjoy it! And I hope this story also makes up for the last one I posted lol Happy birthday, love!

Good reading, everyone!

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Today is training day, so you head to the gym with a smirk on your face.

Three months ago, Nat and Steve decided that you and Wanda could not rely only on your powers in battle. Honestly, you didn't understand the reason for the lecture very well, since even though you had teleportation abilities you still used melee techniques. But when your mentors so energetically instructed you and the witch to train hand-to-hand combat techniques, you didn't see a way out of it.

But Wanda is as stubborn as you are (in fact, you would say she is even more so, though she vehemently disagrees), so right from the beginning you engaged in a competition to see who was better at combat.

Being used to hand-to-hand fighting, you had a certain advantage over Wanda. But the witch learns fast, faster than you would like, so she soon becomes an equal opponent.

Having similar techniques and combat skills, you needed to appeal to another disarming technique. And the technique chosen was: pickup lines.

You have no idea how or who started all this, but one of you always used some pickup line on the other, and that was enough to make the other waver in defense and soon go down to the ground.

The dispute became more and more frequent, and what started as an innocent joke started to make you feel somehow different. It was very gradual and discreet, and by the time you realized it, you were already seeing Wanda with new eyes, your heart floating toward her.

Not that you were going to talk to her about it, though. It was obvious that these pickup lines were nothing more than a joke between friends. You knew that, you were the one who was foolish enough to fall in love.

And then you get to the gym and Wanda is already there, the mischievous smile on her face causing your own to grow. "Good afternoon, Maximoff." You greet, approaching the tatami where she is standing.

"Hey, (Y/l/n)." Wanda replies as soon as you stop in front of her. The witch looks at you from head to toe, playfully checking you out, and you chuckle softly, crossing your arms and waiting for the comment that is about to come. "You look beautiful today. I hope you know CPR, because you just took my breath away." She says, returning her eyes to yours and you pretend to be flattered. "Thanks, it's my new blouse, do you know what it's made of?" You ask, holding your blouse with your fingertips. "Girlfriend material." You complete, winking at her, and Wanda rolls her eyes.

The two of you then get ready for practice and soon begin sparring. You start trying to immobilize or knock each other down, but when you can't, the flurry of pickup lines begins and you both grin amusedly amidst the punches and kicks.

Eventually Wanda says something that makes you flinch. It's quick, but she manages to knock you down and as you fall to the ground, you internally grumble that it's not fair that she has the advantage of you being in love with her.

"Nice move, Maximoff," you say, sitting down on the mat, "but do you happen to have a band-aid? I scraped my knees falling for you." You comment with a playful smirk. "I think you meant, scraped your knees falling because of me." The witch replies in a teasing tone.

With a quick movement, you bring your legs towards hers. A surprised huff escapes Wanda's lips as she goes to the ground and you rise with swiftness, standing before her. "You were saying?" You retort in the same teasing tone that she had previously used, and the witch grumbles in irritation as she stands up. With a victorious chuckle, you return to your fighting stance.

And so the training goes on, Wanda eventually making comments that cause your heart to beat faster and that enable her to knock you down, and you eventually making comments that cause Wanda to flinch enough for you to immobilize her or knock her down, all accompanied by a rosiness in the witch's cheeks that you interpret as being caused by the exercise.

"You know," Wanda begins, her voice already breaking from exhaustion, "I've heard that kissing is the language of love or something. We could have a conversation sometime." She flirts and you let out a weak chuckle as you try to strike her in the stomach, but Wanda deflects masterfully.

"Don't make invitations you don't intend to keep, Maximoff." You say, already annoyed at your heart fluttering for the witch. "Who said I don't?" Wanda retorts with eyebrows raised in defiance. You freeze in place. And before you know it, you are on the ground.

Wanda reaches out her hand to help you up, and you hold it out, still astonished. You stand, and you and Wanda are very close to each other, but neither of you does anything about it. "What?" you breathe out, and Wanda's teasing smile widens.

"Who said I don't?" She repeats softly, minimally bringing her face closer to yours, and you swallow dryly. "We're not fighting anymore, Maximoff." You say slowly, all your efforts focused on remembering how to breathe properly.

"I know." Wanda whispers, and then puts her hands on the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. You're sure your brain has short-circuited when her lips meet yours. But you instinctively put your hands on Wanda's waist and pull her closer, deepening the kiss, and Wanda sighs, causing your head to spin.

When the kiss ends, you look at her, your slightly wide eyes shifting between hers in complete shock. "What? No pickup line for me?" Wanda teases, clearly amused at the mess she's made out of you, and you chuckle shyly.

"I had one ready to go, but you washed everything out of my mind." You say, trying hard enough to stay cool, but the feel of her lips still on yours doesn't help at all. Wanda narrows her eyes in a false thoughtful expression. "You've already used that one." She accuses teasingly and you smile, sincere. "It's true, though."

Wanda smiles at your words, and having her that close to you stirs all your senses, so you pull her in for another kiss, and she wraps her arms around your neck, smiling against your lips as she matches the kiss.

"Fucking finally!" The female voice coming from the door of the gym makes you and Wanda break apart abruptly. Looking in the direction of the sound, you see Nat and Bucky, both approaching you with suggestive smiles on their faces.

"I need to go after Sam, he owes me 50 bucks." The dark haired man says, and you make a confused face. "What?" you ask, and Bucky flashes you a teasing smile before answering.

"He thought the two of you would go on with this bullshit until the end of the year. I said it'd end sooner." You give a low chuckle at the answer, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. But when Wanda slips her arm around your waist, hugging you, you don't hesitate to wrap yours around her shoulder. Nat watches the action with a meaningful smile, and you smile shyly.

"You guys knew about this?" Wanda asks and you look at her, a shy smile of her own on her lips. "Honey, everyone knew about this." Nat replies crossing her arms, her eyebrows furrowed as if the answer to that question was obvious.

"Just us who didn't, apparently." You comment with a chuckle, giving Wanda's shoulder a light squeeze to get her to look at you and she does so with a shy smile on her face, agreeing afterwards.

"That's because you are two oblivious idiots." Bucky says, and you narrow your eyes at your friend, Wanda raising her eyebrows dangerously, and the dark-haired man immediately raises his hands in surrender. "Oblivious idiots that I love very much." He adds dismissively, and you and Wanda chuckle lowly.

That you and Wanda would eventually start dating was no surprise to anyone. But what was a surprise was that the pickup lines, previously used only to annoy each other, would become more frequent and increasingly cheesy.

The rest of the team had had enough of your displays of affection, and you and Wanda knew it very well. So you made sure to always use pickup lines with each other when another member of the team was around, always choosing the sweetest and cheesiest ones.

But the pickup lines were still something of you, about you, so you continued to use them with each other just as you had before. But now you knew why Wanda's cheeks turned so red, and Wanda knew why you became a complete mess. And the two of you couldn't be happier about it.

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Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

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AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Hi

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

 Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying. 

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv. 

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest. 

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in. 

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?” 

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips. 

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else. 

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)

friends close, enemies closer

ik this is cherry BUT i had to

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness

a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)

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you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.

you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.

the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.

peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.

bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.

this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.

you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.

that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.

“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”

god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.

“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.

about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.

“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”

here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.

you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”

he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.

“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”

of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…

you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.

“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.

he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.

you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”

your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”

he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?

“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”

although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.

would that be so terrible?

absolutely.

you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”

he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.

“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.

peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.

that’s a problem.

you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.

“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”

narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”

they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.

“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”

“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”

that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.

once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.

he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.

chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.

“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.

you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”

“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”

laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.

rivalry be damned.

“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”

you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.

“lead the way.”

UNDER THE CANYON MOON

pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader warning(s): mostly fluff, just brief mentions of alcohol and sex  word(s): 2k note: hi hi hi !! this is just a little something i wrote up the last couple of days with the inspiration of light my love, canyon moon by harry styles, and the interview where josh talked about road-tripping the u.s. last summer <3 i don’t write one shots often but let me know what you all think bc i might shuffle some more out soon lol. hope you all enjoy !! :) 

The Los Angeles sun was hot, beating down onto the city basking in its late-summer hues. You parked your car on the street in Silver Lake and carried a bag of food and drink tray to the door of a recording studio, more than prepared to be swarmed by hungry boys who had been cooped up in the studio since five a.m. on the dot that morning. They had a breakthrough the night before with a new song, and after getting home and going to bed for a few hours, the creative juices started flowing again and they were back in the booth. 

A windchime on the door sang as you pulled the door open and walked inside, greeting their manager who was at a table by the door. 

“The boys here?” 

“Down the hall,” he nodded, pointing a finger in the direction of the hallway. “They’re more rowdy than usual so be prepared,” 

You laughed and turned down the hall, walking towards the studio. The walls were decorated with memorabilia of rock and roll greats and record plaques, and among them, you spotted a picture of the four boys with their Grammy award. It seemed like time had passed so quickly. They won the award for the first album and they were already working on their third, shooting them further into stardom. 

“Coffee’s here!” You shouted in a really bad New England accent when you noticed the recording light was flipped off above the door. 

You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and “thank god you're here”’s that made you laugh while sitting the food and drinks down on the table and they all rushed over. You handed out the specific orders and pointed to which drinks was theirs when they got handsy and tried to grab everything from her out of both excitement and some desperation for caffeine. 

“Our savior,” Jake said, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to give them a gentle shake before taking the coffee you were holding out to him, and then you handed Danny’s to him, too. 

“Just the coffee girl here,” 

“Well, you’re a little bit more than that,” Josh said, walking over to the table to grab his full cup. 

You pressed a hand against the table, leaning over to him. “Just a little?” 

“A little bit,” he shot you a wink before swiftly pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You were more than just a “little more” than the coffee girl, you were typically their designated drunk driver, the one who took all of their candid photos, the mediator in times of need, and well, the girlfriend of the lead singer, too. 

Everyone in the studio took their food and drinks and scattered among the seating area in a break from recording. Instead of one tiny room with all of them cramped together, they had a wide open space with booths for the different instruments and bean bag chairs and big comfy, velvet sofas, and there was dim lighting with deep toned rugs that gave off the vibe of a more relaxed feel rather than the fluorescent-light, tiled-floor feeling that made them feel rushed and confined by rules they didn’t set themselves. 

You liked the studio, too, and often took naps on the sofa while listening to them play instruments individually in the recording booths and while they were writing. One night they had found you at two a.m., bundled up with a blanket on the bean bag chair after they spent the night writing in the front room on the piano, but it wasn’t the first time as you often napped in their Nashville recording offices, too. 

“You guys been busy today?” You asked jokingly while lowering onto the sofa armrest, receiving nothing but glares shot in your direction. “Okay, okay, touchy subject,” 

With a mouthful of bread, Sam pointed to Josh, “Josh finished a song, didn’t you?” He was grinning. 

You hummed in joy and surprise, grabbing Josh’s knee as he sat next to you. “Really?” 

It had been a rough few days for all of them as they tried to shuffle out a few more additions to the new album. It felt incomplete with something missing, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was exactly, so they attempted to bring back and revamp old songs, write and record new ones, but nothing seemed to stick, until now. 

“Yeah, wanted to wait and show you later, but someone can’t keep his trap shut.” Josh said, pretending to be serious before cracking a smile and taking a sip of his coffee. “Just wanted it to be a surprise,” 

“Well it can still be a surprise, I’m surprised now,” you said. “Can I hear it? Or read what you got?” 

Josh nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. There was a little recording room fit with a piano inside, his writing journal placed on the music stand where he had scribbled notes and keys and melodies in pen. He picked it up and handed it to you. 

“Nothing seemed to click until last night, when I started putting it together.” He said. 

“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me what it was when you all got back to the house?” 

Josh shrugged, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted it to be special when you first heard it.”

You sat the coffee cup down onto the floor while lowering into the small chair in the corner, holding the journal like it was the most delicate piece of art in the world. In silence, while Josh watched on anxiously, you read the words he had splayed across the blank page. 

     Can you light my love?      Flames glowing bright as the sun      Deeper than oceans you run      Watch as our world has begun 

     Your mind is a stream of colors      Extending beyond our sky      A land of infinite wonders      A billion lightyears from here now

You felt your throat tighten, tears tempted your eyes. 

It was a love song. 

“Josh-” 

“Oh god you hate it don’t you, you dread it, despise it,” 

“Oh shut up, I’m in tears right now, you know I love it.” You looked up at him with a smile and a sniffle. 

His words across the page were sloppy, some cursive, written in different pens of different colors, some lines crossed and scribbled out, others underlined. 

“Your mind is something I will never fully understand.” You told him as he sat down on the chair next to you. “How the fuck did you come up with this-” 

“I was thinking about our trip out here, the week we spent driving out and all of the stuff we did… and how I think I fell more in love with you.” His voice softened. 

You reached out, placing your arm on his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. “I can’t put it into words how much I love it, how much I love you,” you said, “and you make me sound so lovely when in reality I know I was a pain in the ass that entire trip.” 

“Yeah, but my pain in the ass,” he kissed the inside of your arm. 

Two weeks before the boys left Nashville to head to Los Angeles, Josh called you at midnight with an idea in mind – the two of you renting a camper to drive out to L.A., falling into all of the tourist traps along the way and stopping in random small towns to sleep while exploring the in between, which would definitely beat the boring four-hour flight. And you, half asleep and across the country, agreed. 

It would be fun. Right? 

And it was. Every time someone asked how it went, you called it “the most magical week of my life.” 

While the others waited behind for their flights the next week, you and Josh set off from Nashville, heading west with only the destination in mind and a trusty map in hand. Everything else just came to you both. 

The first stop was three hours in the trip, in Memphis. You and Josh roamed Graceland on Elvis Presley Boulevard and had lunch near Sun Studio before taking in the mementos and relics at the Blues Hall of Fame where Josh talked your ear off, rattling off more details about each band and singer than was on the info-cards on the wall. 

Then it was two hours to Little Rock, falling asleep in the back of the camper after a take-out dinner outside of a random supermarket. Sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of a parking lot, you held Josh’s hand under a blanket and watched the pink sunrise over the hills, and then it was back on the road again. 

From Oklahoma City to Amarillo, you fiddled with the map when Josh got lost after a wrong turn in a small town where he insisted on seeing the giant 66-foot LED soda bottle sculpture, and in the middle of northern Texas, he made it up to you by cooking your favorite dinner. You thanked him in a quiet whisper as you crawled into the bed with him that night, sliding under the covers where he greeted you with warm hands and kisses against your neck that made you squeal with the tickle of his mustache and he grinned against your lips. 

Josh got to choose the music all the way through New Mexico – Neil Young and Crazy Horse to John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and you were only able to squeeze in Joan Baez every hour when you stopped to stretch your legs on the side of the road, belting the words to him while he laughed at your voice cracks. 

And after you both pitched the tent in the Petrified Forest in Arizona, Josh hummed the tune to some new song while you two sat under the midnight stars in the canyon with a roaring fire, his arm around you, his sweatshirt draped over your shoulders. When he tried to start telling you a scary story after you heard a weird noise outside the tent, you blindly hit him in the dark and accidentally hit his nose, causing you both to burst into laughter after the initial panic left. He laughed loudly into your shoulder as you held his face in shock, catching the scent of your lavender lotion, and his body relaxed when the laughter died down, feeling so at peace in his life with you there. 

It was the tail end of the trip, but the excitement hadn’t died down yet. After showers in the camper in the middle-of-nowhere-Arizona and five hours west, you and Josh found a bar outside of Las Vegas that resembled Coyote Ugly, so you both had a round of tequila sodas and margaritas before walking around the small town that evening and sleeping off the tipsy-headaches in the air conditioning. On top of the covers, you looked at Josh napping in the sunshine, cheeks flushed red, curls poofy from the wind, and you felt your heart grow in your chest before falling asleep next to him. 

And then came Los Angeles, the final stop, the dreaded one. But you and Josh didn’t tell anyone that either of you were sad to be back with them in L.A. when they asked, and instead, you two smiled and hugged everyone after piling out of the camper in the drive-way of the Silver Lake house. 

Cleaning out the camper, tossing cheesy novelty t-shirts at each other and laughing at how many socks you two managed to lose along the way and how many bug bites were added, watching the developed clips Josh had filmed of scenes in the desert and you asleep in the passenger seat, you both were nostalgic about a trip that just ended. 

It was so easy, so freeing to just be together on the road, with only the destination in mind. It revealed a part of them that the other didn’t see often, like your tendencies to get your lefts and rights mixed up while giving directions, and Josh’s equally awful sense of direction didn’t exactly pair with the fact that he was a maniac while driving in the first place. 

But those parts were just added to the long list of why you and him loved each other in the first place. So you became the designated driver after Amarillo and Josh stuck to telling you “left or right” for the rest of the time. It was a compromise, another reason why you two worked so well together. 

It was a form of love in itself. 

“We’ll have to drive all the way back to Nashville then, so you can write more songs about me.” You teased. 

Josh rolled his eyes but cracked into a grin a second later. “Let’s not get too carried away,” but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t always mentally reliving the night under the canyon moon.