#all in the name of ''cleaning the room.'' yeah man you definitely need to go through my bag in order to clean my room i believe you

[unusualshrimp]

whats the point of doing anything to make myself feel better if they can come ruin it in 2 minutes

[luvyeni]

SAY CHEESE ,, 나재민

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ model!jaemin x fem!reader wc. 2.5k+

genre. smut

𓄷 includes ... fingering, unprotected sex, corruption kink, praise kink

「 authors note 𖹭 」 i needed a soft one , been doing cheating and yandere fics all week.

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“i don't know chaewon,” you hear your roommate's footsteps padding behind you as you make your way into your bedroom— she was right on your hip as tried to close the door, pushing it open as you sat on your bed. “this is your assignment, and i don't feel comfortable doing it for you.”

your roommate whines sitting down on your bed as well. “please yn, i can't miss this internship it will be career changing, and you're the only person i know who can take photos as well as i do, maybe even better , and i know you wont try and fuck him cause you havent fucked anyone in your life.” she said, you scoffed. “why can't you text the guy and tell him you have another shoot?” you asked. “because this model is already hard to get and if i don't get this shoot im gonna fail my class.” she explained. “you passed this class last semester so you understand how much of a hard ass this teacher is.” she said.

“please yn,” she begged, “i will buy groceries for next month if you do this for me,” you thought about it, it was a good deal. “fine.” your friend smiled, clapping in excitement. “thank you, thank you so much.” she said hugging you. “okay, okay let me go.” you pulled away. “it's a two day shoot, he has his own hair and makeup team so all you have to do is show up and take pretty pictures of the pretty man.” she said. “who is this mysterious model who is so hard to get?”

“na jaemin.” she said, you knew the name; he was new to the modeling scene, but he was quickly growing, establishing himself in the cut throat industry. “how’d you manage to get him, i thought he was like london for a fashion show?” you asked. “what business does he have with a mediocre college student photoshoot?” your best friend scoffed. “ignoring the mediocre part, you know donghyuck?” you nodded, he had a crush on your roommate and was very open about it. “well he apparently knows jaemin, and he set this up for me , in exchange for a date.” you nodded. “using your assets, good for you.”

“yeah, and i didn't know this would be the only days he'd be free, and i didn't catch it until i checked my schedule.” she said standing up. “i'll text him and let him know, thank you so much.” you nodded. “Whatever, don't complain next month when it's time to shop for food.” she smiled sheepishly. “i won't promise.” she said. “now get out, i have to work on this essay that's due in like 4 hours.”

the next day was the day of the shoot, luckily you didn't have class so it wasn't a big inconvenience— the night before you made sure all your cameras were charged and working properly, thankfully they were and you were ready to go. “here's the address, you might want to get there earlier than he does so you can be ready , he's pretty busy and we don't know how long he has on his schedule.” your friend came back into your room , to which you agreed.

you got to the destination of the shoot a few hours before the shoot, cleaning up the place a bit; setting up the background and decorations. you brought a few snacks and drinks for him and his staff, also setting those out for the taking. you sent your roommate a quick message wishing her good luck with her internship, the door to the place opening. “hello?”

you looked up from your phone; he came in smiling, his team following behind him , he had this aura to him, he definitely was a model, he was attractive— very attractive, it made you kind of speechless. “h-hi.” you said, letting them come in. “you guys can set up over there.”

you finished up your texting, deciding to make yourself known for real. “hi im yn.” you watched him lift his eyebrow in confusion. “yn?” he asked. “what happened to chaewon? hyuck told me this was for her class.” chaewon didn't text him— you were gonna kill her. “it is, she had a internship today and she couldn't miss it, she also couldn't miss this shoot because then she'd fail this class and she didn't want to do that so she sent me.” jaemin watched you nervously fiddle with your finger as you explained yourself, smiling to himself. “is that okay? i can show you some of my work if it makes you comfortable.”

“no baby doll don't worry,” his words made you freeze up. “hyuck said chaewon was nice girl, so im sure she surrounds herself with other nice girls.” his eyes scanned up your body, making your cheeks heat up as he made eye contact with yours. “you seem like a nice girl.” you nodded, still flustered. “o-okay, i'm gonna go finish setting up, you guys can finish getting him ready, i brought snacks in case any of you get hungry they're over there so.” you quickly ran over to your camera. “she's cute.” his stylist said. “so adorable.” his makeup artist said, he smiled, pulling out his phone.

jaemin. your girl didn't show up, her roommate did.

hyuck. ik she text me , and told me, yn is a good girl though, she's also a photographer.

jaemin. single?

hyuck. definitely, she doesn't even come out much. why you like?

jaemin. very much.

hyuck. go for it then 😉

he watched you adjust the camera, muttering something to yourself, his stylist handed him his outfit to get changed into, he took the clothes into his hand, making his way over to you. he stood behind you, waiting for you to take notice of him. “we can get started when—” you turned around to where the boy was already standing there, extremely close, close enough where you could smell his cologne. “I have to change into my clothes.” he said. “chaewon gave me a dress code.” you nodded. “of course she did.” you looked around the studio. “there's no bathrooms in here , and i don't have the key to the one outside.”

“don't stress baby doll,” there was that nickname again, “i’ve had to change in public before, nothing knew.” he walked away leaving you confused, until you seen his arms lifting up and off his shirt went; your hands coming up to cover your eyes. “you-you're gonna get dressed here.” he laughed at you. “it's not like there's anywhere else,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “you act like you've never seen a naked man before.” you hadn't , but he didn't know that. “ju-just quickly get changed.” you fanned your heated face , he smiled.

jaemin knew you probably hadn't, he just wanted to see your reaction and he was thoroughly amused at what he was seeing. “get dressed and leave the poor girl alone.” his stylist said, slapping the back of his head. he finished changing his clothes, just as you were turning around. “great we can finally get started.”

the shoot went good, you took a bunch; a few you knew chaewon would like and a few you liked, you probably took over 100 photos of the boy; not that you were complaining, you got to stare at this gorgeous man and not look like a weirdo. “how do they look?” jaemin asked. “would you like to see?” he nodded, coming behind the camera; you showed him your laptop screen. “see?”

“you're really talented?” he watched you try and hide a smile at his praise. “you can smile baby doll, it was a compliment,” he said. “th-thank you.” you said with your head down. “which ones do you like?” he asked. “huh?” you said confused. “oh-oh well this is chaewons project so i just did what I know she likes.” he hummed, “yeah i know it's chaewons, but if it was your project, what would you choose?” you didn't realize how close he was until you could feel his breathing on your neck.

“um.” you clicked through the photos. “th-these three.” you pointed out. “oh someone likes my upper body i see?” he laughed as you turned around wide eyed, stuttering out an explanation. “don't worry i don't mind it all, i got into this business to be stared at and admired by pretty and sweet girls like you.” he said. “tell chaewon she should use these, her roommate has good taste.”

the rest of the shoot went by in a blur, soon you were cleaning up and jaemin was changing back into his comfortable clothes. “we'll go get the car ready.” he nodded, his small staff leaving the studio, leaving you and him alone; just what he wanted, he watched you talk on the phone. “i should be home soon, don't worry, yeah , no i'm not saying it, fine i love you too, bye.” you hung up. “boyfriend?” he asked, knowing the answer already. “oh no, that was chaewon.” you chuckled.

“so a pretty little thing like you don't have a boyfriend?” you shyly nodded, “like ever?” you were embarrassed. “no it's okay baby doll i'm just a bit shocked.” he said. “it's you're so pretty, I never would have imagined you were single.” he said , coming closer making you nervously turn around , but you could still get hear him getting closer until he was caging you against the table. “ja-jaemin.”

“come on pretty, let me make you feel good.” he pressed up against you. “turn around for me.” he whispered in your ear, smiling when obediently did. “good girl, you listen well.” you eyes were wide. “your staff.” he smirked. “trust, they know, don't worry about that.” his hand came up to your thigh, making its way up your skirt. “i-i’ve never done this before.” you felt his hand close to your clothed cunt. “i know pretty just relax.” you felt his hand on your mound, making you close your legs around his arms. “no.” he smiled. “you gotta keep them open if you want me to make you feel good.”

you slowly opened your legs allowing him to move again. “good girl.” he thumbed on your clit, you let out a whimper, biting your lip to cover it up. “let me hear all those pretty noises.” he pulled your panties to the side. “i'm gonna put a finger inside you, okay?” you nodded, his slowly ran his finger up your slit, before pushing his finger in. “ja-jaemin.” you moaned. “feel good?” he moved his finger in and out. “you're so wet, this pretty pussy never been played with, you're dripping all over my hand.”

you were a mess, your face was so fucked out from one finger it made him hard as a rock. “m’gonna add another one okay?” you nodded, he lifted your leg higher holding it as he added another finger. “good girl , taking two of my fingers.” he praised, you really like that, your cunt tightening around his digits. “you liked that? me praising you?” you nodded. “answer me baby doll , you like when i praise you?”

“y-yes i do.” you felt a sensation bubbling in your stomach. “ja-jaemin i feel.” you couldn't stop it from coming, your legs closing around his hand once again, as your orgasm washed over you.

jaemins eyes lit up light a child's on christmas morning as he watched you orgasm, your juices covering his finger. “there you go, cumming all over my hand.” he cursed, feeling his cock begging to be freed from his sweats. “good girl, let it all for me, fuck im so hard right now” he groaned, pressing his lip to the side of your head. “you want me to fuck you? stretch your little pussy out?”

you moaned, nodding. “pl-please.” you weren't really waiting for “the perfect guy” but right about now, you were really worked up and the way you could feel jaemins grinding his clothed cock against you— he was the perfect guy.

he lifted you on to the counter. “sh-shit.” he pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out, hissing, the air hitting his leaky tip. “so fucking hard for you doll, ready for me?” you bit your lip as he lined his cock up to your entrance. “fuck.” he groaned as he slowly worked himself inside you. “jaemin.” you moaned, he held your hips down. “fuck don't move baby, let me do it.” he fully seethed himself inside you. “fuck, you're so tight.”

he slowly moved; your cunt barely letting him out, he was in heaven— and so were you, hold his bicep , your head thrown back as he fucked you, you never felt this sensation before, but you loved it. “please, faster.” you moaned , he smirked, speeding up. “you want more?” he groaned, his hips now slapping against yours with much force. “fuck baby doll i'll give you more.”

you could feel the counter below you shaking as he fucked into you vigorously. “that's it, take nana fat cock inside you.” he groaned, slowly losing himself. “fuck you're little pussy is so good.” he cursed. “fuck i'm gonna cum.” he moaned. “you going cum for me?” he toyed with your clit. “be a good girl and cum for me.”

and with his words and him fucking into you deeply, kissing your cervix you soon cumming hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cunt tightened around him, his cursed as he came inside you. “oh fuck yn.” he sighed, his head dropping as he came, you could feel him every inch of him twitching inside you you as he covered your inside in white. “oh fuck.”

he slowly pulled out, smirking as you whimpered. “so sensitive baby.” he said, his cum leaking from your hole. “that felt good baby.” he kissed your neck. “so good if my staff weren't waiting for me, i would stuff my cock back into your pretty pussy.” smiling as you whined. “there's always tomorrow.” he said, pulling away, finally letting you get dressed.

“will you be back tomorrow?” he asked. “yeah, chaewon has another day at her internship.” he helped you pack up all your cameras. “good.” he handed you the bag. “i’ll come without my staff,” you yelped as he pulled you close. “why?”

“because after you take all the pictures you need , i don't need any distractions when i teach you to take my cock in that pretty mouth.”

©LUVYENI

[ladymochimochi]

✦♡✦ Need To Know - Part Two ✦♡✦

Katakuri x Fem!Reader [AO3 Link] Part One Description: Katakuri's fantasies become reality. Tags: Clothed sex, Face sitting, oral sex (F!Receiving), Multiple orgasms, Dirty talk, Desk sex, Size difference (Reader is slightly sized up to better fit Kata), Come shot, Facial, Come swallowing, 18+ MDNI Words: 3.6k ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

It truly was getting to be too much. You could not get the sound of him saying your name that way out of your head. So desperate, so needy. It made your stomach flip and your blood run hot. Ever since that day, it was like you were stuck in a haze - floating through your daily routine around Katakuri’s estate, his moans on repeat inside your head. It had definitely spiced up your private time in your bed chambers at night as well. 

The only issue is that you would never bring this up to him. How were you supposed to go up to your huge and intimidating boss – who you also had a crush on - and casually tell him, “Hey, by the way, I was totally listening in on the other side of the door the other day. It was really hot. Should we...?”.  

Yeah. Not happening. 

So, you had kept your head down and worked diligently while trying to avoid bumping into Katakuri. But that could only last so long and you felt your face go pale when you were told it was your duty this week to clean up his office. 

Not only could you potentially see him in there, it was also the scene of where it all happened. How were you supposed to do your job and not want to die the whole time? 

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Fortunately, luck had been on your side and when you had entered his office after knocking, it was evident Katakuri was out at the moment. You quickly got to work, wanting to get your chores done in here before he could return. His office was quite large but not much was in it. Just a large desk and chair and a chaise lounge with a low table, along with a rug, some decor and bookcases. The chaise lounge you always figured was just a part of the decor since there was no way Katakuri actually used it. 

Just as you were wrapping up, you heard the door open behind you and you froze. Of course, your luck could only last so long. You heard Katakuri say your name like he wasn’t expecting to see you and hearing your name from his lips again sent a shiver down your spine. Gathering your courage to face him long enough to get out of here, you quickly turned and grabbed your bucket of cleaning supplies. 

“I just finished, my lord,” you told him. “I’ll be out of here in a moment.” With a small bow, you attempted to leave but he shut the door behind him before you could even cross the room. Panic flooded your senses and you could only watch as he strode up to you. Certain bloodlines within you made it so you weren’t tiny next to him, but you still only came up to about his abdomen. You shyly looked up at him to see him looking down at you and his gaze made it feel like he was analyzing you.  

“M-My lord?” You stammered out, unsure of what to do.  

“I feel like I haven’t seen you around that much these past few days.” Katakuri told you and you felt a lump form in your throat. You swallowed it down and looked away from him. 

“Oh... W-Well, you know, I’ve been so busy cleaning all over the place. So... So many rooms, you know?” You rambled out, your face going the color of crimson. It was a stupid excuse but you couldn’t just tell him the truth outright. You had been avoiding him but you never expected him to notice. He was an important and busy man and you were just a maid that worked for him. It was clear from the other day that he was attracted to you but the fact that he noticed your absence from his presence made your heart flutter. 

His stare only continued and he made no reply to your excuse. It was evident he was not buying it at all and your odd behavior only piqued his interest even more. You began to fidget, hoping he would just let you go and die from shame in your bed chambers. His eyes drifted down to where you were white-knuckling your cleaning bucket and after a second, he visibly stiffened. 

“...You overheard, didn’t you?” His question was so quiet but you heard it all the same. A knot formed in your stomach and you felt tears prick at the back of your eyes. You could have tried to play dumb and say you didn’t know what he meant but you knew it was pointless and also cowardly. Words bubbled up your throat and you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking out. 

“I’m so sorry, my lord. I truly didn’t mean to but...” You started to confess but you trailed off, not knowing how to excuse your spying on him. Not able to face him anymore, you turned your back to him, still death gripping your bucket. You knew it was rude to do, especially to your boss but your heart just couldn’t take it. “It was wrong of me.” You whispered. 

“No.”  His reply stunned you. “It was wrong of me to do that and then put you in this position.” You turned slightly back to him and while you couldn’t see half of his face due to his signature scarf, you could see the tips of his ears were a dusty pink. The sight made your heart beat faster and it was something you wanted to burn into your brain. You turned away again, staring at his desk. This whole situation was awkward for the both of you but here you were and this needed to be taken care of.  

It was time to be honest. 

“It’s alright... I actually didn’t mind at all.” You said, your face burning hot. He stepped closer and you could feel the heat of his body right behind you. 

“Is that so?” He rumbled out, right by your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine and you finally dropped your bucket. Him being so close was making your head spin.  

“Yes. It was...” You trailed off, feeling too shy to say it aloud. But he wasn’t going to let you off like that. 

“Tell me.” He ordered as he stood back up to his full height and put his hands on your shoulders. You lost your breath at having him finally touch you. Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it may just burst from your chest. Was this really happening? Where was this even going? If it was going where you thought it was, you weren’t going to say no.  

“It was really hot. Hearing you say my name like that, knowing what you were doing on the other side of that door.” You whispered, your skin burning. He didn’t immediately reply and the silence was killing you. 

“What were you thinking about?” You breathlessly asked him and he gripped you tighter. You needed to know. What had been going through his head while he stroked himself to the thought of you? 

A beat of silence passed before he replied. 

“How about I show you?” 

You stared up at him over your shoulder with wide eyes and slowly nodded your head, your mouth now gone dry. With that he turned you around and lifted you up, hitching your legs around his waist. You let out a small, startled noise and clung to his broad shoulders. You didn’t expect him to move so quickly after how slow the two of you were going just a moment ago.  

He brought you over to the chaise lounge and sat down on the edge of it. You were now straddling him and could feel his arousal press into you. It was quite large and it made you swallow while wondering how you were going to take it – if this even went that far. 

His large hands moved to your waist to hold you in place and - to your surprise - he laid back onto the large rectangular cushion.  

“Wh-What are you doing?” You asked him startled. Katakuri was the man who never laid on his back and here he was now laying beneath you. Not that you minded really. Having this huge man now pinned under you made heat coil in your lower stomach. 

His eyes roamed over your body and his hands moved down your waist to your ass, pulling your short dress up to bunch around your hips. He then grabbed your ass roughly and you gasped.  

“I’m going to let you in on a secret.” He said as he kneaded your ass. His movement caused your hips to start rocking, grinding your core against his cock still confined to his pants and you panted lightly. “I do lay on my back from time to time. Especially when I’m about to have my hot maid ride my face.”  

His words stunned you to silence and you could only stare down at him wide eyed, mouth slightly agape. You were most definitely wet at this point and you could feel your pussy throb at how seductive he was being. 

“Now, I’m going to need these off.” He said as stopped kneading your ass and he snapped your panties against the skin of your hip. It jolted you out of your stupor. Biting your lip, you continued to grind yourself down on his arousal. You didn’t want to have to get off of him for even a second.  

“Rip them.” You told him like a soft command and his eyes widened, pupils dilating and he let out a growl as he promptly ripped both sides of your panties. You lifted your hips enough to get the ruined cloth out from under you and he tossed them across the room. 

“Close your eyes.” He rasped to you and while the sudden command left you confused, you did as he said. “Don’t open them until I tell you to.”  

“Yes, my lord.” You whispered in response, darkness the only thing you could now see. Not being able to see what he was going to do to you next added another level of heat to the situation and you could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Then you felt his strong hands on your hips and he was lifting you again. A small gasp left you as he brought you up and set you back again. You felt the soft fabric of his scarf on your thighs and you put two and two together that he had you hovering over his face. Knowing your bare pussy was right in front in his face made you feel so light headed, you were worried you may pass out. 

There was a small sound of fabric shifting and then you felt it. His large, hot tongue licked up your slit and you threw your head back as you let out a loud cry. One of your hands went backwards to brace yourself on his broad chest while the other fumbled to find his hair and you gripped it tightly, earning a grunt from the man below you. His fingers dug into your thighs and then he went to work on you like a man starved. 

You moaned loudly as his tongue lapped at your clit. It was an extreme pleasure you had never felt before and you gripped his hair tighter. Katakuri let out raspy groan in response and flicked his tongue faster. You cried out again and began to move your hips. As you rocked your hips in time with his licking, you could have sworn you felt...fangs? Your mind was in such of a sex haze though that it quickly left your thoughts.  

You could feel your orgasm building quickly and you quietly begged him for more. He started to switch between licking and sucking on your clit and it wasn’t long before your orgasm ripped through you. You let out a high-pitched moan and squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to snap them open. You rode out your orgasm on his face while he kept licking and sucking.  

Once you were able to catch your breath, you started to shift away from him. But he only gripped your thighs tighter. 

“I’m not done yet.” He growled beneath you and you were about to question him when his tongue plunged into your hole. You screamed out at the hot, wet intrusion. Your hand on his chest pressed down harder and you dug your nails into his flesh. You wished you could open your eyes and watch him go to town on you but you didn’t dare disobey him. His tongue repeatedly went in and out of you and you could nothing but moan, pinned down to his face.  

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” You gasped over and over, another orgasm coming quickly. “It’s so good.” You groaned out, now having found your voice. Katakuri moaned in response and went even faster in and out of you. Your thighs began to shake and you pressed yourself down onto his face harder.  

“Yes, yes, yes!” You squealed out as you rode out your second orgasm. Once this one passed, you let out a harsh breath and doubled over, still keeping your eyes closed.  

You lifted yourself from his face and this time he let you. His own haggard breathing could be heard and it made your walls clench. It reminded you of him jerking off and you hoped you could hear more of his noises. 

With your eyes still shut, he lifted you again and put you back on his lap. His erection felt even harder than before and you bit your lip. There was shuffle of fabric again and you waited for his next order. 

“You can open your eyes now.” He told you and you slowly did so, getting adjusted to the lights again. You looked down at him and drank in the sight of him.  

His hair disheveled, large chest heaving, half covered face flushed red, eyes absolutely hungry. You could come again just looking at him. It must’ve shown on your face because he swiftly sat up, wrapped your legs around him and stood once more. This time he took you over to his desk and set you down on your feet. But your legs were still shaking and you had to grab him before you collapsed to the floor. 

“I got you.” He said as he held you up. “You doing okay?” He asked you gently and you nodded back. “We can stop if you need to.” He said but you shook your head. 

“No, I’m good to keep going. Please don’t stop.” You told him softly, looking up at him. His gaze over his scarf turned hungry again and then he turned you around, placing a hand on your back. His large hand on your back slowly pressed you down so that your front was pressed down against the top of his large desk. The hand still there gently rubbed your back as it slowly made its way down to your ass.  

He pushed your dress up so that you were exposed to him and he turned his hand to slip two fingers into your wet cunt. The sudden intrusion made you cry out as you rocked your hips back to ride his fingers. He large fingers dipped in and out of you at a brutal pace. It stretched you out good and you knew this was in prep for his large cock.  

After everything he had done to you, it wasn't long before you reached yet another orgasm. You were a stuttering mess of oh yes and please as your third orgasm ripped through you. Your breath was ragged as you rode your high. 

“Please...” You started to beg. “I need your cock, my l-lord.” You couldn’t even catch your breath but your body needed him and needed him now. You could feel yourself dripping wet and your thighs slick. 

He removed his fingers from you and you heard the clink of his belt coming undone. Your mind was fully hazy again with lust and all that was on your mind was his cock. You wiggled your ass at him, excited at the prospect of getting fucked. His hand came down and smacked against one of your cheeks causing you to cry out. 

“Stay still.” He ordered huskily and your eyes rolled back.  

“Yes... Yes, my lord.” You panted, the side of your face pressed against his desk. Then you felt the head of his cock as he notched it at your entrance. One of his hands gripped your hip as he slowly directed his cock into you.  

You moaned loudly at the stretch; he was much bigger than you ever expected but you were determined to take it all. His thumb rubbed circles onto your hip as he entered you inch by inch.  

“You’re doing so good.” He gently said to you and you clenched around him, whimpering in reply. Soon he was seated fully within you and you were breathing rapidly at being so full. Once you were fully used to the stretch, you gave him the go ahead to start moving.  

He started out slow, pumping into you with control. Your body was slowly giving into the pleasure, every thrust feeling better and better. You started to mewl and moan and he went faster, fingers digging into your hip. 

“You’re so big.” You said breathlessly. “It’s so fucking good, yes, fuck me.” You pleaded to him, starting to see stars across your vision. 

The hand that had been leading his cock into you slammed down onto his desk next to your head and you gasped. 

You felt his large frame press onto your back as he bent over to be on top of you and your walls clenched ever tighter around him. He started to drill into you and you could barely catch your breath. To be taken in such of a feral fashion made your eyes roll back into your head. 

“This... is what I was stroking my cock to the other day.” He seductively said down to you, his thrusts unrelenting. “You crying out for my cock while I fuck you like this, after I ate my fill of your sweet pussy.” 

His words alone were about to send you into another orgasm. You cried out again and dug your nails into the wood of his desk. At this point, words were beyond you and you were just a crying, mewling mess. The hand on your hip suddenly moved and he brought it between your body and his desk so he could play with your clit. You started to scream out, your legs shaking violently. It was too much, way too much. The feel of his fingers moving against your clit, the harsh thrusts of his huge cock inside you, the press of his body against you. 

Your vision blacked out for a second and yet another orgasm crashed into you at rapid speed. He picked up his pace, fucking you faster and faster through your orgasm. You were screaming so loud you were sure the whole estate – maybe even the whole island – could hear you but you didn’t care at all. Never in your life had you been fucked like this and you were going to enjoy every second of it. 

You were slowing your rapid breathing down when you realized you had been drooling on his desk. As you were going to lift your head, Katakuri grabbed your waist and brought you up himself so the two of you were standing against the desk.  

“There’s one more thing to this fantasy.” He rumbled out to you, slightly out of breath himself. You couldn’t fathom what else he had in store for you but you were willing to go along with anything at this point. “On your knees, mouth open, tongue out.” He ordered and slipped his cock out of you.  

His words made your whole body shiver and your pussy throb yet again. He stepped away from you and it didn’t take much effort for you to get onto the floor. Your body basically thanked you for doing so. You faced him on your knees and this was the first time you actually got to see his cock. 

Your brain short-circuited as you tried to process how the hell that had fit inside of you.  

What brought you out of your thoughts was his hand stroking his huge cock and you remembered he was waiting. Looking up at him, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue just like he told you to. He groaned and pumped his fist faster.  

This was really what he fantasized about? Holy shit.  

You placed your hands on the floor in-between your spread knees and hefted your chest up, cleavage on display and stuck your ass out, wanting to give him the best view. His face, still half hidden by his scarf, flushed at you doing this and his eyes had a look of desperation in them. His fist went faster and faster until he let out a guttural moan and his cum shot out onto you. 

You closed your eyes as most of it landed on your tongue but some ended up on your cheek and even the top of your breasts. Slowly opening your eyes, you made eye contact with him and then drew your tongue back into your mouth and visibly swallowed.  

“Fuck.”  

It was all Katakuri could mutter after seeing such a display. You tilted your head to the side while still looking up at him, smiling softly but with wicked look in your eye. 

“Was it everything you wanted, my lord?” 

[cuteandhughesy]

Never Let Me Go | Jeremy Swayman

summary: jeremy thought he lost his chances after charlie beat him to you - but years later with jeremy becoming your best friend, a weekend at the carlo’s lake house may just prove otherwise.

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warnings: NSFW! fake dating | friends to lovers| angst | suggestive themes | accidental grinding | smut | kissing | brief breast play | unprotected! p in v intercourse | pull out method | read at your own discretion.

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june 2021

your forearms rest against the sticky counter top of the bar, the action elevating your cleavage to any viewing eye. the bartender slides the tray of drinks towards you, a sweet smile on her face.

"wanna start a tab?" she asks you. you're just about to answer as you feel a body press into your side, arms big and strong against yours.

"add it to mine," the voice says beside you.

the bartender nods and walks away, presumably taking more orders at the other end of the bar. you look to your left and see a tall man, a smirk on his face. he's handsome, sure, with a body that definitely works out like, every day - the thought had you blushing.

"thanks," you say, "i'm y/n."

"charlie," he shakes your outstretched hand.

"you didn't have to get my drinks," you reiterate with playful smile on your face. you're sure your friends were watching this with amused faces.

"I wanted to," he leans against the bar top. he wasn't your typical type - he had lighter hair than you preferred, clean shaven and straight forward. but there was nothing wrong with a bit of flirting.

so you leaned over, batting your lashes up at him. "you buy every girls drinks or what?"

he laughs deeply, eyes glancing over his shoulder before meeting yours again "only the pretty ones."

you giggle, grabbing the a drink off the tray and twirling the straw with your tongue before sipping it slowly. you watch charlie gulp, rolling his shoulders back. "you think i'm pretty?"

"yeah, I -"

"dude what's taking so long?" a voice interrupts.

your eyes are drawn to charlie's left. he's about the same height as charlie, but looks a few years younger. presumably around your age. he's got dark features, and a polite smile. you feel yourself wanting to swoon in his direction. he's smirking, and his voice is soothing.

"sorry jer, just chatting to..."

you give charlie a look because there's no way he's already forgotten your name. you save him the awkwardness, "y/n," you smile, shaking the hand that he's outstretched to you. his grip is nice, soft.

"jeremy," he smiles softly, and if he doesn't drop his hand until you do...well you just have to ignore that. "sorry to interrupt," he says, eyes darting to charlie quickly before meeting yours again.

"no worries, charlie was just paying for my friends and I's drinks," you say, "he's trying to tell me he doesn't buy drinks for just any woman..."

jeremy laughs like it's a joke and charlie shoots him a slight glare. "correction, I said only the pretty ones."

you smile, "right of course. and how many pretty ones have you boughten for tonight?"

"just you," charlie says back.

jeremey clears his throat, turning slightly and flagging down the bartender, seeing as charlie came over here to order the team drinks and had yet to do that: too busy flirting with one of the prettiest girls jeremey has ever seen.

"good," you laugh, "I should get these drinks back to my friends."

"too bad," jeremey hears charlie say, "I was going to see if you wanted to sit with me and my table."

"is that so?" you say back. "i'll have to check with my friends. can they come?"

"yeah," he nods, "i'll go make room," he walks away, into the VIP section that's roped off in the back corner of the bar. you watch him walk and then eye your drinks again. you try to pick them all up, failing as the six glasses clink and almost slip from your hold.

"need help?" jeremey asks beside you, tracing the label of his beer.

you smile shyly, "yeah, if you don't mind."

he nods, grabbing four of the six drinks in his very large hands, following your lead back to your table of friends.

"sorry guys," you say, setting down two of the drinks, "I got busy talking the bar,"

your friend ashley laughs, "we saw."

it seems all at the same time your friends notice jeremy behind you and they go quiet in the presence of an attractive man. "this is jeremey," you take two of the drinks he's holding, "he's helping me carry the drinks,"

"we can see that," danielle nods and jeremy smiles politely in the face of five staring eyes.

"actually, him and his friend charlie were wondering if we wanted to sit with them." you watch their reactions to your words with a hopeful glint.

"you guys don't have to if you don't want to," jeremy held his hands up in surrender, "it's just charlie is wanting to...mingle."

"i'll come," danielle says, standing up with her hand bag. ashley says she would come as well but the rest claim they were tired, and would be leaving. you don't push them and you say goodbye. then jeremy leads the three of you over to his table were you meet the rest of his friends.

jeremy ends up sitting beside you, with charlie against your other side. the table is loud, conversation bustling with the addition of three new personalities. after 40 minutes, charlie throws and arm around the back of your chair, and jeremey's stomach plummets slightly.

jeremy had noticed you immediately when they walked into the bar that night. you had a nice laugh - it was loud and could be heard if he was at the bar and you were at your table. you had a beautiful face, and were wearing a sweet perfume that had his stomach flipping.

charlie was in a conversation with pastrnak who sat on his other side, while you looked around the table, knawing on your lip.

"what do you do?" jeremey asks. you dart your head in his direction, to make sure he was in fact talking to you. he's got a soft look on his face and your shoulders drop.

"oh, i've just graduated actually. i've got a degree in journalism."

"wow, you must be like super smart. did you like school?"

"yeah," you smile. "well as much as one can actually like school," you're laughing at yourself slightly. "what do you do?"

"I play hockey."

"really?" you give him a slight once over, "i thought hockey players had like missing teeth and black eyes."

you're joking, he can tell by your tone. he laughs, "well, some do but i'm a goalie so it's hard for me to loose teeth and get black eyes."

"I like that," you smile. you look around the table and then lean in closer to jeremy, whispering, "do you guys all play hockey?"

"yeah," he leans in too, whispering to try and be as conspicuous as you. it has you giggling slightly while staring into his eyes, crinkling at the edges as he laughs. "how could you tell?"

your eyes flicker to pasta, "I think I see a chipped tooth."

he's laughing, sitting back up in his chair. he has a nice laugh, you think. "your eyes do not deceive you."

you nod, taking a sip of your drink. "how long have you played hockey for?"

"well, my whole life," jeremey says, swallowing a mouthful of beer, "but I just finished my first year with the bruins."

"so you're a rookie? is that the right word?"

"yeah," he says. "see? I knew you were smart."

you laugh gently, "one day i'll write an article on you, jeremey. the best upcoming bruins goalie."

"I don't know about that," he laughs sheepishly, "i'm just a backup."

"for now," you smile reassuringly.

and jeremey really believes you. maybe it's the tone of voice you use, or maybe it's the way your eyes twinkle when you talk - he would believe anything you said.

the end of the night approaches not long after, your conversation with jeremey only stopping when charlie butted in to talk to you.

you are all standing outside the bar, waiting on ubers. the boys uber arrives first, and they start to climb in. charlie doesn't move though, turning to you with a smirk. "I had a really good night, I like talking with you."

"thanks, I had a great night as well."

jeremy is nearby, standing at the open door of the car, waiting for charlie.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? we can get dinner or something."

you suck in a gasp of air. your eyes dart over charlies shoulder to catch jeremy's. you thought maybe...maybe he would intervene and ask you out with him instead. but he looks down at the pavement, breaking eye contact.

you look back at charlie and nod. "yeah, i'd like that."

the next morning, you had a text from charlie asking you for dinner.

june 17th 2023

you were elbow deep in soap suds when your apartment door opened, a brief knock was heard before jeremy entered, kicking off his shoes before moving to your couch. he flopped down and groaned, which made you laugh, working the sponge against a mug as you glanced over your shoulder.

"hello to you too, jer."

he rolled over so he was on his back. "hi."

"what do you need?" you finish up your scrubbing, rinsing off your hands as drying them with a little bumblebee towel.

jeremy sits up, walking over to you in the kitchen knook, leaning back against the counter top. "who says I need anything?"

"you just have that look on your face. what is it?"

"can I not just come hang out with my best friend without her questioning my motives?" he blinks at you innocently and you cross your arms.

in 2021, charlie and you had dated for four months. it was nice, sure, but it wasn't fulfilling. he was so kind, and sweet and the two of you decided to be friends. you had actually set him up with your friend danielle, and now the two of them were like engaged, so there's that. throughout that time, you grew close with the bruins roster - how could you not? but nobody got you like jeremy did. the two of you grew close pretty quickly, and now he has the code to your apartment, which is...nice.

you blink. "no. you want something, what is it?"

he covers his face with a hand and mumbles, "I fucked up."

concerned, you reach forward, rubbing his shoulder. "why? what's wrong?"

jeremy groans again, head falling back to stare of the ceiling. thinking back to the phone call he had right after his gym session, wincing at the memory. he shouldn't of said it. jeremy knows he shouldn't of said it, but he couldn't help it. "you can't make fun of me."

"that's no fun," you laugh.

"y/n, i'm being serious. I kinda got myself into some shit and I need your help."

"jer, you're kind of scaring me. do i like need to call the police?"

"what? no. no, I just...." jeremey groans once again, thinking back to the phone call with his teammate.

"sway, dude," brandon carlo said through the grainy phone speaker, "mason wanted me to check and see if you were up for the lake house again this year."

jeremy sighed, "sure, yeah. who else is coming?" 

brandon's wife pipes up in the background, "charlie and danielle, us, charlie and kiley a couple others and you..." she trails off like there's something else she wants to say.

"right," jeremy responds. "anything else?"

"mason wants to know if she should prepare for a plus one." brandon says.

he rolls his eyes. "oh."

"don't worry about it," mason says quickly, no doubt giving her husband a deathly stare, "It's okay!"

brandon laughs, "jer, I told her you wouldn't have one, that there was no way you would -"

"actually, I have a girlfriend...so I do have a plus one" he face palms because, no, he doesn't have a girlfriend.

mason gasps, "what?"

brandon laughs like he doesn't believe jeremy.

"what's her name?" she asks.

jeremy gulps but then he says, "actually, it's y/n."

"y/n?" mason questions, "our friend, y/n? I thought you said you'd never see each other that way?"

he shrugged, even though the couple couldn't see him. which was good, because if they could, they would know he is lying. "something changed."

"well, that's great! how long??"

"a few months," he lies, "we've been keeping it pretty low-key. nobody really knows expect you two."

"this is so exciting, jeremy. I told you brandon."

jermey ignored that last sentence.

jeremy was almost guilty because mason was so happy based on the confession and it wasn't even the truth. so there he stood, in your kitchen looking into your soft eyes. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend."

you laugh, doubling over. "what? why?"

"brandon and mason are doing the lake house this year and they asked if i had a plus one and i said yes because I had a girlfriend and when they asked me who...well, you were the first person I thought of."

you stand up straight because, oh, he was being serious. then you grab that same bumblebee towel and whack his chest with it. "why would you do that?"

"ow! what else was I supposed to do?" he says, hand holding the peck you had just smacked.

"tell the truth?" you shrug, a raise to your brows. "did you forget that these are our friends - like we both know them...they are the last people who would believe this."

"you don't understand!," he walks over to your living room and flops on the couch cushions once again, "it's just i'm so tired of going to all this shit without a girlfriend and it's going to be like all couples and i didn't want to feel...left out. I don't know. just the way brandon sounded so unsure, I mean can you believe him? is me being in a relationship that big of a deal?" he takes a breath, "maybe I should call him back tell him I can't come."

you follow him and sit down, "no don't do that."

he scoffed, "think I should just show up by myself? no thank you."

you narrow your eyes, "that's no way to talk to your girlfriend."

his eyes dart over to yours and he sat up a little straighter, "what?"

you smiled at him softly and leaned deeper into the cushions, "I mean..forget what I said earlier. I can do it - we can do it, but...only if you ask me nicely."

he rolled his eyes but a smile was pulling at his lips, "y/n, will you please be my girlfriend?"

you smirked, "i'd be honoured jeremy."

he laughs, pulling you into his side so he can hug you, squeezing you tight. "I owe you."

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june 19th 2023

"okay so, remind me how long did you tell them we've been dating?" you're sitting in the passenger seat of jermey's car, your hand resting out the window to catch the wind. you loll your head over against the head rest so you can look at your friend.

"a few months," jermey's eyes leave the road briefly to look into yours before darting back out the windshield. "I said we've been keeping it under wraps." he can smell your raspberry hair oil through the breeze flowing through the car and it has him shuddering.

"and why's that?"

he sighs slightly, "because we wanted to see if it would work before telling everyone."

"that makes sense." you hum. "so when did you realize you liked me?" you tease, knees pulled up to your chest.

jeremy laughed quickly, "nobody is going to ask that."

"they might!" you counter, a teasing smile still tugging at your lips that has jeremy joining in.

"if they ask...i'll say, I don't know, last year sometime?"

you nod, "okay...that makes sense."

jeremy thinks you're done with the questions for time being, so he turns up the radio slightly, the SZA song flowing through the speakers for only a moment before you're reaching over and turning it back down. "okay who's all going again?"

if jeremy wasn't so enamoured by you he would've thought you were being annoying. "the usual group, I think monte mentioned that beecher and matt poitras will be there."

"I haven't met them yet," you hum, "it will be harder to lie to them if they ask questions."

jermey groans, "don't remind me."

"my job is to constantly remind you," you tease, reaching over and patting the top of his head of curls, hair grown out from the summer. "don't worry jer, i'm the best liar I know."

"you're not the best one I know," he says, "maybe I should've just canceled."

"no." you insist, slapping your hand against the thick of his upper thigh quickly. "don't worry," you sigh, "we may not be dating, but it's not like we hate each other, right? we just have to act like we usually do... but in love. we got this, jer, we are the dream team."

jeremy blinks and looks over at you, the warmth from were your hand once sat now ice cold. he watches as you lean over, fiddling with the radio until the start of a new taylor swift song, one he's grown to love, is playing full blast. you're smiling, chest pushed against your folded legs, unknowing of his stare. jeremy swallows thickly at your words and nods. "yeah."

you smile at him then, grabbing his hand to get him to sing along to the familiar chords of bejeweled.

the two of you arrive at the lake house just over an hour later, jeremy waisting no time parking the car in between two other vehicles that sat along the side of the dirt driveway.

you were too busy admiring the large lake house to notice jeremy leave his seat and round to the passenger side, opening your door.

the sticky heat of the summer air snapped you out of your stare, "this is...really nice." your mouth is totally hung open in shock and jeremy takes notice of your expression, laughing softly.

"cmon," he helps you out of the car, letting you settle on your feet before jogging to the trunk, pulling it open so he can start unloading the weeks worth of luggage you claimed you needed (jeremy told you that you definitely didn't need two suitcases but it didn't take long before he was folding in your favour, wheeling both down to his car.)

"hey guys!" a voice calls out from the house. you look up from your small pile of bags to see mason carlo, accompanied by wren (who was like a whole toddler now which is crazy) and the two dogs. winnie and emmy are faster than their mom, their paws smacking on the wood, both running down the steps and jumping up at you and jeremy, tails wagging and panting.

"hey!" Jeremy calls out just as you drop down on your knees to except the puppy kisses. he heaves the last bag over his broad shoulder just as mason reaches you, wren tucked into her neck. "are we the last ones?"

"yeah," mason nods, "how was the drive?"

"it was good," you say. you place your hands on your knees, pushing up from your crouched position. you don't realize how close jeremy is standing and on your way up, your ass bumps against his crotch. he lets out a gentle grunt.

"sorry!" you wince, but before you can move away, jeremy's arm wraps around your waist, fingers flexing against your lower stomach as he pulls your back into his chest, holding you in place.

"it's okay baby." he says. you try not let your eyes widen at the nickname or the way you can feel his semi poking at your lower back. you're sure the blush you're now sporting is visible by anyone in the general vicinity.

mason must not notice your flustered face or jeremy's awkward smile because she coos,"aren't you too so cute, I'm glad you two are finally together." she squeezes her daughter, "right wren? aren't you glad the two are together?" wren laughs at her moms baby voice.

"finally?" you question, your eyes squinting from the sun and the tone of your friends voice but somebody calls out before mason can answer.

you see brandon and mac jog down the wooden steps of the porch, already sporting tans and wide smiles.

jermey clears his throat behind you, dropping his arm from your waist and turns around so he can adjust himself. you try not to frown at the loss of contact, smiling brightly as your friends greet you in big hugs.

"hey dude," charlie smiles, cheeks becoming even larger (which you didn't think was possible), wrapping you in a tight side hug.

brandon takes over, ruffling your hair after a quick embrace. "so," he smirks, "you and jer huh?"

you stutter, trying to form words under his inquisitive gaze but charlie's loud voice distracts you both, effectively ending that conversation.

"sway, dude, how's it going?" charlie smiles, dapping his goalie up before pulling him into a brief hug, like the handshake usually entails. you've never understood that, even though debrusk has tried to teach you multiple times - you've stayed confused.

"ready to relax," jeremy sighs. the guys laugh in agreement, ruffling up their friend a bit more before they each grab a suitcase, charlie proposing a race which has the two defencemen jogging away towards the house, mason trailing behind, calling the dogs with her.

you smile, picking up your duffle bag containing your skin and hair care, slinging it over your shoulder and you start to walk up to the house. you can hear the trunk click shut before you can hear jeremy's air forces move through the dirt. he slides into step beside you, grabbing the bag off your shoulder and slipping it over his free one.

"hey!" you protest.

"what?!" he laughs softly, "i'm not going to let my girlfriend carry her own bag, i'm a gentleman."

you send him a look as the two of you make it up the steps onto the porch. you stop before entering and you turn to look up at him, "i'm sorry about earlier, with the accidental grinding...it got awkward and now i'm feeling weird - i'm sorry."

jeremy blushes but laughs, even though it sounds awkward. "no, ugh that's my bad. you didn't do anything wrong so don't apologize."

you nod, "okay..." your smile is sheepish.

"and i'm sorry if me calling you baby made it awkward...I just thought-"

"no! I get it - it makes this more believable." you interrupt, gesturing between your bodies.

"hey, you guys don't need to be like, invited in...you're not vampires right?" brandon makes an appearance by the open door, now holding his daughter.

you send him a tight lipped smile and nod, sneaking past him, not without a tickle to the babies side, and walk into the home.

jeremy watches you leave with a look on his face that has brandon snickering. "you good?"

"yeah," the goalie scoffs, walking through the threshold into the house, avoiding eye contact with the defensemen all together.

brandon smirks at his retreating figure. "you can leave the bags at the stairs!' he calls out.

weaving through the kitchen, jeremy can hear your laugh before he can spot you. he feels that burning smile tugging at his lips, chest filling with that familiar warmth that always found its way into his body at the sound of your laugh.

he finds you on the back deck, mingling with the rest of the group. you're sitting beside danielle, who is hugging your side in a greeting, and jeremy assumes your old friend is the reason of your laughter.

"sway!" the group shouts in a greeting, a course of hellos echoing at him as he is spotted standing staring at you by the open patio door. he smiles politely at his teammates and their significant others, hugging and greeting his friends as he makes his way around the table they were all sat at. jeremy makes his way back around to where you are sitting, the sun hitting your face, leaving you squinting and flushed.

jeremy smiles at your expression, taking the only free chair beside you - which was probably left open for him purposely.

you're still squinting as you look over at him and wordlessly he unhooks the pair of sunglasses attached to the round of his tshirt, sliding them onto your face.

you're glad the sun is beating on your skin because you're blushing at his gesture, "you don't need them?"

he's squinting too but shrugs, "gotta protect your pretty eyes." he almost shocks himself with his statement but he doesn't show it, looking away before he has no choice but to kiss you.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," danielle says and you're blinking hard, head snapping away from jeremy and towards your blonde friend. she pushes your upper arm with a teasing grin.

"tell you what?" you question, brows drawn together behind the rim of jermey's large sunglasses.

she laughs softly and gives you a bewildered look. you're still giving her a clueless expression so she wildly gestures between you and the net tender on your left. "about the two of you! dating."

"right!" you say, blinking fast. you toss your hand on jermey's thick thigh, rubbing it briefly. at your touch jeremy tenses slightly, you can feel it under your palm. he turns fast from his conversation with kiley, eyes meeting danielle's from beside you.

subsiding his fluster from your touch, jeremy smiles politely at the blond, throwing an arm around the back of your chair like it was second nature. "it's new, we didn't tell anybody until...recently."

"It's just surreal!," she gushes, "I always thought the two of you would be cute together. i've been telling y/n that since, what, like january last year?" her last question is directed at you, which has jeremy also looking, awaiting your answer.

it's clear danielle has no real intention of obtaining an answer because she turns away, pulled into a conversation with mason and a babbling wren.

you let out a breath, retracting your hand from jermey's strong muscle. jeremy is quicker than you though, grabbing your hand before it's gone, interlocking his fingers with yours and setting them back against his thigh.

the two of you smile at one another, and it feels like time is slowing down, thick like syrup and for a moment you let yourself pretend that it was real. but then coyle is grabbing jermey's attention, and kiley wants to show you pictures from her last dress fitting and the syrup is gone.

the rest of the afternoon goes buy quickly, brandon takes charge of grilling up burgers and hotdogs for lunch that are inhaled quickly. after that, mason drags you to the local grocery store, the two of you loading up the cart with the healthy amount of food and drinks.

an hour later you're back at the lake house, and the two of you along with kiley and danielle immediately start unloading the plethora of groceries you bought that was needed to feed the amount of athletes being housed.

you're on washing duty, fruits and vegetables alike. you're standing at the sink, laughing at something danielle says as you strain the strawberries when brandon and jeremy walk in from outside. brandon walks up to mason, giving her a kiss and swiping his card out of her jean short pocket. you're smiling sweetly at them over your shoulder when jermey slides in beside you, dropping a couple plates in the empty side of the sink.

you're looking at him as he reaches across you to grab a sponge, getting to work on scrubbing the dishes. you bite your lip and look back down, switching out the strawberries for raspberries, repeating the rinsing process.

he finishes the washing up quickly, and then moves behind you, reaching around your body to grab a strawberry. you shiver as his arm brushes your hip. "hey!" you scold, "they're not even dry yet."

"I can help it," he says around chewing, "they're so juicy when they're fresh." he says the last part in your ear, trying to sound sudective but all you can hear is his chewing and it has you laughing, pushing him away as his voice tickles your neck.

"you're so gross." you laugh, putting the raspberries to the side. you're done cleaning all the food so you turn to face him, grabbing the last bit of strawberry in his fingers and popping it in your mouth.

he tongues his cheek as you chew up at him, the both of you caught in a staring match, too afraid to let the moment pass.

but then mac is pushing jermey away in favour of grabbing raspberries and you walk away to hide your blush.

the night approaches fast, everyone winding down in the living room or in their respective bedrooms - watching movies or scrolling social media. you're watching some funny tiktok on kiley's phone, the two of you giggling together when mason descends down the stairs, retuning from putting the toddler to bed.

charlie is then plopping down between you and his girlfriend which has you laughing, pushing away from him and unknowingly into jeremy, your back bumping his broad shoulder.

"oh, god," mason breathes, having you look over at her, "i'm a terrible host. i'll show you and jermey to your room."

"oh my god, no worries," you say, using jermey's thigh as leverage to push yourself up to stand, "you've done so much, I wouldn't care if we had to sleep in a tent outside."

she waves you off, "alright you two, cmon." jeremy's hand touches your back ever so lightly, as if to guide you in the direction of the blonde. "brandon," mason calls from the stairs, "can you start bringing up their bags? when you get a moment."

she doesn't wait for a response and starts leading you and jermey up the steps and then down the hallway until you're all at the second last door.

the room is nice, you think when she opens the oak door - cream coloured walls decorated in homey artwork, accompanied by a large wardrobe and an even bigger window. there's a mahogany desk with neatly folded towels on top, a couple shower essentials in a bin beside them. the bed looks heavenly, a queen sized mattress covered in four fluffed pillows and a matching duvet, a throw blanket hanging off the end.

"it's not much," mason laughs, "but it'll do."

"no, mase, it's beautiful," you say, fingers brushing over the navy bed spread. "this is more than enough."

brandon walks in then, with the rest of the bags he hadn't brought up earlier in the day. he rolls your suitcase beside the closet. "well," the defenseman says, "we will let you two settle in, it's been a long day i'm sure you two want to...canoodle."

you blush deep at his insinuation, jeremy rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and mason laughs, slapping her husbands chest as she slips into his side. "let us know if you need anything. we're the last door by the stairs."

"thanks guys," jeremy says after clearing his throat awkwardly, waiting until the door clicks shut before he turns to you and lets out a deep breath. "are you okay?"

you raise your brows, dropping down to sit on the bed. jeremey walks over, taking the spot beside you. "are you okay?"

he leans back on his elbows and look over at you. "i'm sorry I didn't even think about having to share a bed, I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"what? jer, no. we've shared a couch before! it's just like that but it's a bed. not a big deal, right?"

jeremey gulps, "yeah...right." he laughs, snapping himself out of his own thoughts, "as long as you promise not to stare at me when i'm changing we should be good."

you send him a look but smile anyways, falling on to your back. before you think too hard, you're moving, rolling into the side of jeremy's strong torso, the action pulling out a sigh of content.

he chuckles as your breath tickles his ribs, absentmindedly rubbing a hand up and down your back. "you okay though? really?" jeremy whispers.

you smile into his shirt, nodding gently. "yeah. I think i'm going to head for a shower though, i've been sweating all day." you see the tiny clock on the nightstand says 8:45, and it has you standing up - grabbing your toiletry bag from your luggage and a set of appropriate pyjamas for sharing a bed with your guy best friend. "i'll be back soon." you nod.

"okay," jeremy smiles, standing up as he moves to unpack his bags, assumingely grabbing something to sleep in. "i'll be here."

"you better be," you laugh, heading towards the bathroom. its 20 minutes later when you return to the shared bedroom. your hair is wet, sitting against the gray tank top on your back, water darkening the material.

jeremy is slouched against the headboard, watching a video on his phone but looks up when the door is clicked shut. he smiles lazily at you, sleep clear in his eyes. he looks so cuddly under the covers, only illuminated by the bedside lamp. you're fighting the urge to swoon.

you have to not read too deep into the way he took the right side of the bed knowing you prefer the left, and the way he gave up one of his two pillows because you can't sleep comfortably without three. so you don't pay it any mind, smiling at him gently and climbing into bed, tucking into his side until you're both falling asleep to the sound his his youtube video.

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it was wren's squeal that woke you up right as the sun was rising. you groaned into the pillow, burying your face deeper into the soft fabric. a thick arm tightened its grip around your waist. for a moment, you panic, trying to wriggle away from the person who had you locked in bed, but the mystery person grumbled and groaned.

"y/n/n if you keep moving like that, i'm going to need a cold shower. so stop."

oh.

jeremy.

oh.

immediately you stop moving, relaxing into your friends arms. "sorry," you stifle your laugh.

he's clearly still sleepy because jeremy doesn't let you go but instead he pulls you closer into his chest, breathing into your mess of frizzy hair. "mhmm it's okay."

you hear wren again, followed by charlie's distinctive laugh and then the smell of breakfast wafts upstairs, invading your nostrils and that makes your mouth salivate. "I can smell breakfast." your voice is quiet and you turn your head so can look at him properly. you find jeremy's eyes already on you softly.

suddenly you feel hot under the covers, his eyes burning into your exposed skin. "should we go down?" you ask with a small gulp.

he shrugs, "I kinda like laying here with you."

you playfully roll your eyes, looking away before he can see the wide smile that takes over your face. but jeremy does see it and he can't help but smile even wider than you had, feeling successful in his attempted flirting.

"let's get up." you insist, pushing away from him a little.

feeling bold, jeremy grips you tighter with a smirk, "oh, i'm already up." on cue you feel something hard around your hip and your eyes widen. it isn't much longer until your squealing and falling out of bed with laughter.

"jermey oh my god! you're such a douche." but it had no real bite, your angelic laughter music to jermey's ears.

"i'm sorry," he laughs, "It literally happens almost every morning and it's even worse when i wake up with a pretty girl pressed against me. I can't ignore nature." jer shrugs.

you raise your brows, "you wake up beside pretty girls often?"

he looks so serious when he says, "only you."

it has you feeling flustered and you pick yourself up, trying to keep your expression neutral: searching through your bag for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into. "get dressed you big flirt."

by the time you made it downstairs after taking care of your hair and brushing your teeth, brandon was just about done frying the eggs at the stove. "hey you two."

you look behind you at his words and see jeremy, rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eye, wearing much more clothing than the last time you saw him.

"breakfast is just about ready," brandon continues.

jeremy moves past you on the stairs, running a hand over your tamed hair as he passes. you follow after him with a shove to his shoulder, the other hand smoothing your hair back out.

you take a seat on a bar stool, right in front of the breakfast making. your stomach growls at the sight of melted butter and perfectly cooked bacon.

you assume not everyone is awake yet, as you don't spot the macavoys or beecher anywhere, any lingering feeling of being late to the informal breakfast seeping away.

brandon and charlie coyle stand in front of you on the other side of the kitchen island, setting out sausages and eggs in a buffet style sequence, not finishing without fighting about the best style of eggs, which has everyone joining in. not long after that, everybody is serving themselves a plate and sitting back down to dig in.

you end up between jeremy and matthew, still in your original seat. breakfast is filled with small chatter, and you're laughing at something danielle says from the dining table when the stairs creek. you look behind your shoulder and see john beecher coming down the stairs, still clad in pyjama bottoms and a plain white tshirt, eyes not long open as he stumbles to the island. he greets the room as he begins to load his plate with a heavy portion of home fries.

"so, y/n," john says, meeting your eyes briefly before loading some eggs onto his platter, "how did you and sway meet? i feel like everybody knows the story but me."

"I don't know the story," matthew says from beside you, shoving toast in his mouth.

beecher's question is innocent enough, so you find yourself swallowing your piece of bacon quickly. charlie snickers pleasantly, like he usually does when the story is about to be told, from a few seats down. you take a sip of coffee, "we met at a bar." you settle on, avoiding charlie's stare for shoving some eggs in your mouth.

"that's it? give me detail, y/n. paint the picture," john says, dragging a stool around so he could sit across from you, plate sitting right in the middle of all the serving trays.

laughing awkwardly, you nod, "umm, okay...it was summer so it was hot in the bar, and I was doing the drink run for my table. so I went up to get drinks for my friends and I, one of them being danielle." you looked over to your blonde friend, but she was busy at the table watching mason feed wren. "and umm, a guy came up to me and started hitting on me."

"ouuu, was it sway?" matthew asked beside you, chuckling as he plopped a handful of blueberries in his mouth.

you laughed and shook your head, "no, actually it was charlie."

john coughed as he choked on his sip of orange juice. "what?! coyle?"

charlie laughed, "yeah, don't look so suprised. I was hitting on her and it was working and then sway walks over, babbling about something - totally kills my game."

jeremy rubs his eyes in embarrassment. "oh my god I hate this."

"and then at the end of the night charlie asked me out." you continue.

"so wait," john says, brows furrowed, "you two used to date?"

"only for like four months," you say, "but that's how I met jer."

john and matthew laugh, but it's john who says, "so charlie beat you to her huh? asked her out before you could."

you can feel jeremy looking at you, so you keep your eyes forward.

"yeah...he did." he says.

oh.

"but, it all worked out in the end." charlie says, oblivious to the way the air grew thick between you and the bruins goaltender.

john hums, chewing on a sausage. "im just suprised is all - the way sway talks about you y/n, is like you two have been together since like forever...I can't believe it."

oh wow.

"I wasn't expecting that," matthew says beside you, forking some of his egg into his mouth. "it's kind of like you guys were just...one step out of order which each other."

"yeah," you nod gently. sipping on some more coffee.

jeremy tosses an arm around the back of your chair, his plate already devoured. his fingers itch to rub along the expanse of your exposed arm, the black ink of your tattoo tempting him.

"so sway, what did you think when you first saw her." the question has him looking away from your skin, eyes blown wide.

you are looking at john with the same expression, crossing your legs nervously, accidentally slapping your foot against matt's calf. you were actually going to die because of john beecher.

jeremy laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that once sat behind you. "well, I can remember her laugh. I really liked her laugh. it was loud but unique- it matched her perfectly." he gulps, looking into your eyes for the first time since the conversation started, "and she was wearing a black skirt and some black strappy top and I remember thinking she looked really...beautiful. and then we started talking and I thought she was so smart, she still is one of the smartest people I know. I fell for her that night, charlie be damned."

then jeremey smiles sheepishly, looking away from your gentle gaze and back over to the rookie, john, who is staring at the two of you with a look you can't decipher.

"but it all worked out in the end." jeremy reiterates the words said earlier by charlie, "we're here now. right baby?" the nickname has you freezing and that pretend world you'd been in once again disappearing.

"yeah," you clear your throat. jeremey's words laying heavy on your heart. "it did."

you think it's a shame it was pretend, because when guys usually talked about you, the first thing they bring up is something superficial or objectifying...never your laugh or your brains. it has you melting back into that pretend land and reaching over run your hand through jeremy's curls, smiling in thanks.

kiley and charlie descended down the stairs then, a mix of greetings and heckling being thrown at them about their late wake up time as theyre grabbing their breakfast. the conversation grows normal again, less talk about yourself and jermey's fake love story and more about plans for the day.

the boys all head out after breakfast to workout at the local gym, claiming they needed to burn off the grease. that left yourself and the girls to sit out in the sun for the morning, each taking turns tanning and entertaining wren and/or the dogs in the peak summer heat.

you're holding wren in your lap when the boys get back two hours after their initial departure, the sound of vehicles rolling into the driveway alerting you all. wren claps her hands at the mention of her dad, which has you smiling with her as she talks your ear off.

it feels like 5 minutes later when the boys are entering the backyard in their respective bathing suits to join you all. bare feet thumping down the back deck steps and onto the separate wooden platform.

suddenly a shadow covers the sun from your skin and you glance up to find jermey smiling down at you two, "hey," you whisper.

"hey there," he smirks.

"hi," wren laughs in her adorable little voice, leaving the two of you laughing.

"move your legs a little," he tells you, to which you do, the once occupied space now being taken over by jeremy's large frame. he wraps a hand around your ankle, squeezing slightly. you try not to squirm from his touch.

"how was your work out?" you ask to try and distract yourself from the way jeremy was playing with wrens little feet, making her smile up at him. if you keep watching him interact with the baby you're ovaries will surely light themselves on fire.

"it was good," he says, eyes darting up to meet yours. "how is tanning?"

"nice but i'm very hot now." you huff, pulling hair away from your neck.

he smirks, eyes dancing over your now exposed throat, "yeah you look it."

instead of dissecting that comment you tickle the girl sitting against your bent legs, "did you hear that? jer is trying to make moves on me."

he laughs loudly, head thrown back which makes the little girl laugh as well, her barbie hitting against your lower stomach, "well you are my girlfriend in case you couldn't remember."

"how could I forget?" you tease him, digging your foot into his thigh.

jeremy is leaning closer into you and you can smell his body wash. his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip and you have to resist the urge to lean in to close the gap, wanting to use your own tongue on his mouth instead, licking and kissing until you can't breathe.

as if brandon can hear your thoughts, he walks over. "okay lovebirds, i'm going to take my daughter back before she sees something she shouldn't."

you roll your eyes playfully but let him grab a laughing wren from your lap without fuss, brandon immediately kissing her chubby cheek and bouncing her in his large arms, leaving you and jeremy alone.

when you look back over at him, he's already got his eyes on you. he wraps and arm around your legs now that they aren't occupied by a small human, and tug them into his side. the way he moves you around has you feeling warm, clenching your thighs together.

he runs a hand down your thigh, feeling the heat of your skin he ticks his tongue, "are you wearing sunscreen?"

"I put some on earlier but I haven't re applied it recently..." you can see his smirk forming, a dirty comment desperate to make an appearance, "and before you get any ideas, you're not rubbing sunscreen on me, this isn't a porno."

"I wish it was," beecher teases in passing, beer clutched in his hand.

that has jeremey laughing, his chest vibrating against your legs. "I was just going to suggest that maybe you should head into the lake for a bit...cool off. I'll come with you."

in a moment of boldness you smirk, "well if you're coming with me I won't be able to cool off,"

surprisingly jeremey catches your suggestive tone and raises his brows at you, tonguing his cheek in a way that has you sweating. I mean, you weren't blind. your friend was stupid good looking, you've thought that since that night at the bar and that was back when he wasn't quite as built as he is now. but now he's filled out, grew a inch or so taller and uses all that expensive cologne that makes him smell ridiculously good.

"that's good then," he says, "because I haven't been able to cool off since the moment we met."

jeremey is leaning close enough so even if prying eyes and ears wanted to eavesdrop, they couldn't, his whisper too slow and too quiet. suddenly the situation feels too real and you're gulping, sitting up a bit straighter.

"i'm going to get a drink." jeremey lets go of your legs and your up standing immediately, walking away from him and into the house. and if you have to stick your head in the freezer to calm down that's nobody's business.

when you return outside 5 minutes later, you don't go back to where jermey sits and that has him frowning.

jeremey gave you space for the rest of the day, going as far to look away when the two of you made eye contact. he sat with matthew during dinner while you sat with mason and brandon, claiming you wanted more time with their daughter so your and jeremey's distance didn't seem suspicious.

the day in the sun had tired you out and you headed to bed just after 8. you lay awake for awhile and you can't help but think of the day as well as your conversation with jeremy on that lounge chair.

you have to remember that your friendship has always been touchy and flirty - it wasn't new but that doesn't mean your stomach didn't flutter anytime his touch lingered, or when his breath tickled your skin, or when his words have you wondering: wondering if maybe he felt the same way about you that you've always felt about him.

jeremy comes upstairs an hour after you had, and you pretended to be asleep when he whispered your name. regardless he cuddled into you, leaving your heart beating rapidly.

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you're the first one awake the next morning, the sun just barley peeking over the horizon through the open window. you gently push jeremy's arm of your waist and sneak downstairs, pulling his discarded hoodie on as you descend down the hallway quietly.

you make yourself a cup of coffee, stirring in your sugar as the room is enveloped in the first hour of sunshine.

the sound of feet dragging have you glancing over your shoulder to see john. he's wearing the same pyjama pants as the previous day but no shirt this time, which has you looking away like you've been caught staring when you shouldn't have been.

"good morning," he sighs, moving so he is standing beside you, making himself his own morning coffee.

"morning," you smile politely, testing your drink before deciding you need another sugar.

"brandon mentioned taking the boat out today," he adds his creamer to the mug, "you going to come?"

"that sounds nice," you agree, "i'll definitely be joining."

"good," he takes a sip of his drink, turning to face you, "he said there's a decent sand bar like 10 minutes out that's never busy - should be a nice spot."

"yeah," you take another sip, "I hope nobody is there, i'm not in the mood for conversation with strangers."

john laughs which makes you giggle along. "I hear that."

"hey," a voice interrupts and you look over and see a very sleepy jeremy. he's shirtless too which has you feeling warm, eyes darting down to look into your mug "i wondered where you went." jeremy says to you and you shrug, peeking over the rim of your drink to look at him.

"sorry, woke up early." you shrug. "I didn't want to wake you."

just as jeremy looks like he may say something more, brandon jogs down the stairs behind him, wren babbling in his ear about food. "oh hey, didn't think i'd see anybody yet, I would've put pants on."

suddenly you're very aware of the fact brandon's only wearing boxers and you laugh, looking away.

"I was just talking about the plans for today and that sand bar you mentioned." john says, grabbing some ingredients to make what looks like a smoothie.

"yeah," brandon nods, adding apple juice to a sippy cup, "i'm so down for that, you all coming?"

so that's how you ended up on the boat, jeremy sitting beside you as the two of you, brandon, john, matthew, mason, danielle and kiley all clad in beach attire as brandon drove out to the sand bar.

your arm brushes against your friends anytime brandon hits a wave, but you don't dare look over at him. you keep your eyes straight forward, even when you can feel jeremy's burning into the side of your head.

it isn't long before you're all arriving, anchoring down only 3 or so meters from the hump of sand that has formed a sand bar. there wasn't anybody else there, like brandon claimed, so your prayers of no conversation had been answered.

just as the engine shuts off and people start moving around, grabbing floaties and drinks alike, you can see jeremy look at you again. "y/n?" he whispers quietly.

you weren't wanting to be confronted on the boat in front of all your friends, so you pretend you don't hear him, standing quickly and making your way to the back of the boat were you see the girls chatting and changing out of their cover up's and into their bathing suits.

"you getting in?" kiley asked as you approached. she is standing, peering down into the water below like she may be unsure.

"yeah," you say and without much longer, you reach for the hem of your loose tank top, pulling it up and over your head to reveal your halter bikini top.

danielle whistles from her spot sitting with her feet in the water, "looking hot y/n!" the girls start cat calling you and you blush, throwing your top at your blond friend.

at the commotion, jeremy looks away from his conversation with charlie just as you're bent over in favour of taking off your jean shorts, giving him the perfect view of your bikini covered ass.

he blows out air, turning away as a blush rises to his face. charlie just laughs at him, patting his shoulder as he makes his way over to the girls, leaving jeremey to collect himself.

charlie rushes past you, cannonballing into the lake, effectively soaking his fiancé and drenching your legs.

"hey!" danielle scolds, wiping her face. charlie then swims back over, dragging her into the water.

you're laughing at your friends protests when suddenly hands are on your hips, arms bringing you to a chest before their launching you both off the boat, plunging into the chilled morning water.

you are submerged and the hands let go, allowing you to freely swim up to the surface. you splutter, pushing your hair away from your face. turning around you find jeremy just as he emerges and you shove his shoulder. "what the hell."

you're thankful other people have started jumping in, their screams and laughter drowning out your harsh tone.

he wipes his face before sending you a stern look. "why are you ignoring me?"

"i'm not."

"you are." he fights back. "did I do something?"

he looks genuinely concerned and it has your stomach dropping. "no...no you didn't do anything."

"so why are you mad at me?"

"i'm not mad at you," you say quickly, "sorry just yesterday I just..."

"look, if I made you uncomfortable..." jeremy starts and you shake your head, shoulders starting to burn from shredding water. "you didn't do anything, Jer. I was just feeling sick or something." he's looking at you all warm and it has your shoulders deflating. "I shouldn't have been cold towards you."

he breathes out a sigh, "well, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, I promise."

"okay, just, I don't want to ever upset you and I was going crazy thinking I did something wrong. I miss you like every moment we don't talk, it's kind of insane - and I never want to be the reason we don't talk, y/n. dream team remember?"

you nod, "dream team. i'm sorry."

he shakes his head, "don't apologize."

a beat passes and then your sighing, "my arms are going to fall of soon if we keep talking here, I can't reach the bottom."

without a word he grabs one of your moving legs, dragging you through the water until he can wrap both of your thighs around his hips, holding you against him. "is that better?" he whispers, eyes searching your face for any signal of your emotions.

you nod once, "yeah..."

the moment feels too real again so you laugh, "screw you for being tall and reaching the bottom."

expect jeremy doesn't laugh but holds an expression you can't quite pinpoint. "what were you and johnny talking about this morning before I came down?"

"oh," you breathe out, "nothing really. just the boat I guess, we just kind of woke up at the same time and made coffee," you see his expression is sour so you smirk, "why?...are you jealous?"

he laughs at first like he's going to deny it, shaking his head slowly. but then he says, "maybe I am,"

"don't be," you whisper, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, your legs lightly squeezing his torso to keep yourself grounded.

his face changes again, "I don't want him taking you away from me with his stupid charm and stupid face..."

you're looking into his eyes with the same look you had given him that night outside the bar. "nobody could ever take me from you, jer."

your tone is gentle and it has him melting into your touch. his eyes dart down to your lips and you take a shallow breath, anticipating swirling deep in your gut.

just as it looks like jeremy might lean in, you're interrupted. "hey! you guys hungry?" mason calls from the boat, "we are gunna head back soon to get the grill going!"

you clear your throat, unraveling your legs from jeremey's torso to which he sighs, dropping his hands from your waist. "okay! yeah sounds good," you call back. your pray nobody could tell your voice was shaky, too pumped up on adrenaline of what almost happened.

your turn your gaze back to jeremy and you find he is still looking at you, a blush starting to form on his face.

you smile brightly, splashing him with the water before darting away, letting him chase after you in the water as you make your way back to the boat.

the rest of the day is spent relaxing, especially now that jeremey has brought you back to earth from your previous self pity party. everybody ends up hanging outside for the rest of the day, drinking and snacking until the sun was setting on the lake, to which they headed inside to get a start on dinner - which was going to be pasta.

the last lingering person slips inside as the stars start to twinkle, leaving you still lying on your sun bed, staring up into the now night sky. you're sure it's chilly now, but the six white claws that are flowing through your blood stream are effective in keeping you from feeling cool.

a familiar face appears above you which has you smiling softly. "you're blocking my view."

jeremy laughs, "oh my apologies your highness," he teases, "aren't you cold?"

you shrug, "nah...i'm too busy trying to find the dippers."

jeremy looks up briefly with lip stuck between his teeth. he chuckles, looking back down. "okay, make room for me, i'll help you look."

"and how are you going to fit on here?"

"sit up," he instructs and you roll your eyes playfully but obey. just then he slips in behind you, his legs falling in line beside yours. just as you go to question him he pulls you back down so your pressed into his front. then he pulls his knees up, trapping you in. "that comfortable?"

you nod, too nervous to speak. your eyes search the stars again but it isn't long before you can feel jeremy chuckle, "got it."

"what? where is it?"

"look carefully," he tells you, grabbing your hand and bringing them both into the sky, where he then points in the direction of the constellation with both your fingers. "see it now?" his breath is warm against your ear.

you nod. "I do." a beat of silence passes, "isn't it beautiful?"

your eyes are still dancing through the stars when jeremey looks down at you, a smile tugging at his lips. "the most beautiful."

"are you guys like fucking or can you come eat with us?" you recognize charlie macovy's voice form the back door and it has you sitting up.

laughing you say, "don't be gross." you push away from the man behind you, leaving him to take a deep breath and follow behind you.

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the next couple days end up being pretty tame. the group ends up either tanning, swimming to walking on the nearby trail. all eating together and packing in early every night and each night john jokes that you're all old, but cuddling into bed with jeremy at the end of every day made you not care.

it's the second last night at the lake house and instead of being boring like you all had been for the past couple nights, matthew and john beg for a bonfire which brandon agrees wasn't a bad idea. so he sends the two youngest out to get some drinks and smore necessities while the rest of you stay back and start the fire.

matt and john get back just as the sky turns dark and you have all taken a seat on makeshift chairs and benches. it doesn't take long after smore making for you to start feeling the affects of your consumed bottle of wine.

your laugh becomes louder and your face becomes redder, which has jeremy laughing amused at your tipsy state.

a few hours pass and mason has to put wren and the dogs to bed, which ends up with brandon following for a much needed sleep. kiley and charlie head up to bed too, followed by matthew which leaves not many of you by the fire.

never be like you is coming out the mini speaker, loud enough so you could dance and sing along, but quiet enough where it wouldn't disturb anybody sleeping in the lake house.

jeremey watches you and danielle twirl each other around, smiling and laughing amongst yourselves.

"sway, there's something I want to say," charlie says beside him, which catches the goalies attention. coyle laughs, "I should've said this along time ago but, back at the bar when I asked y/n out...I knew that you wanted her, I could tell by the way you looked at each other." charlie takes a sip of beer, "I really thought you would've beaten me to her that night so I was shocked when she said she'd go out with me."

"really?"

"yeah," charlie says, "even on our first date, she asked about you. I thought she was just curious about my friends, but she didn't ask about anyone else. you're her home, jeremy. so...I don't know, I guess i'm apologizing for dating her and not giving you a chance because I think you both wanted it."

jermey gulps, "oh. it's, ugh, its all good."

"she's like really awesome, and a great girl and an even better friend for setting me up with my now finance. now that you finally have her, never let her go."

just as he goes to respond, you stumble over, tripping over some uneven ground but before jeremy can get out to break your fall, you catch your balance, laughing. "whoops."

"you okay?" jeremy asks amused. you're clearly drunk, he can tell by the way your eyes have glossed over and how your chest was red with heat.

you nod with a smile, "jer...come dance with me?"

"I don't know," he laughs softly, eyes moving over your body as if he was assessing you.

you frown playfully, "please? just one dance. please, I love this song."

you can already see the answer on his face before jeremy speaks and that is enough. his slight smile and shy eyes have you breaking out into a grin, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the camping chair.

he does all the work of pulling up his body weight though, too heavy for your intoxicated sate. you're smiling when you start dancing, arms wrapping around his neck. the synth pop tune is suddenly quiet, and you're focused on the way jeremy is breathing, staring down at you with the most gentle smile. "if you're sick of me after this week and never want to see me again, I understand." you say.

jeremy draws his brows together, "what? no. nothing could make me never want to see you again."

you bit your lip to try and stop your smile.

"and honestly," he lowers his voice, "this has turned out easier than I thought it would be - I think that's why I chose you to be my fake girlfriend for this trip. I knew we could do it."

you take a shaky breath, choosing to ignore the fake part of fake girlfriend. "why do you think that is?"

your question seems simple enough, jeremy not catching the underlying tone of real wonder. he looks away from your gaze and over to the lake. shrugging his shoulders, he swallows thickly, "I'm not sure, maybe I knew that I didn't really have to pretend with you"

he looks back over to you with a sheepish expression but the look on your face has him frowning slightly. you're eyes are starting to close, the affects of your wine finally catching up to you. "y/n..." jeremy says your name in a whisper. it has you blowing your eyes open wide and you stumble again. he blinks hard, running a hand flat over your hair before keeping his hand resting on where your neck and shoulder meets. jeremy laughs slightly. "I think it's time for bed."

you let jeremy tuck you under his arm, and you use his body weight as support while you both bid goodbyes to the remaining bonfire enjoyers. he's practically walking for you as the two of you climb up the stairs and slip through the back doors of the lake house: slowly pattering up the carpeted stairs with jeremy guiding your hips to ensure your stability.

jeremy shuts the bedroom door once the two of you are inside the room and when he turns back around to face you, you're lying flat on the bed, smiling lazily over at jeremy.

"you can't fall asleep yet," he teases, walking over and tracing a pattern on your thigh, "you have to change out of your bonfire clothes."

he's referring to your jean cut offs and oversized bruins shirt. his words have you groaning out, "can you do it for me."

you miss the way jeremy gulps nervously, eyes darting away when your legs fall open and your pink underwear become slightly visible. you call his name and he looks back over. you have your hands out, "please, i'm tired."

he nods quickly, grabbing a hold of your outstretched hand and pulling you into a sitting position. you're still sporting that lazy smile that has jeremy feeling nervous. "stand up for me." he says quietly and you nod, standing on unsteady feet infront of your best friend.

he's not looking into your eyes when his fingers pop open your shorts metal button, running down and pulling on the small zipper. your chest starts heaving at his gentle touches. he drops down to his knees infront of you, slowly pulling down the material off your legs. his knuckles grazing your smooth skin has you sighing, mouth hung open.

he's still avoiding your stare, his eyes focused on the knitted blanket beside him. the alcohol is still in control of your actions and it has you giggling quietly just as jeremy reaches your ankles.

"lift your foot." he says, eyes finally falling on your feet to make sure you keep your balance. you grab a hold on his strong shoulder so you can lift your feet one at a time so the shorts can fall to the carpeted floor.

the room is only illuminated by the moon light, which jermey is thankful for. he's sure his red face is very bright, his semi even more noticeable under his lulu lemon shorts. you’re left in the same shirt and your underwear, the tshirt just barley covering your exposed butt cheeks.

"jer," you whisper as he moves to a standing position. he's still not looking in your eyes so you reach out, hand resting over the stubble on his jawline and cheek. "you can look at me."

his eyes finally flicker to yours and you smile, your other hand moving to rest on his chest. instinctively, jermey grabs your waist, your tshirt bunching up and exposing your hip, covering by your pink thong. "can I ask you something?"

he's nodding wordlessly so you continue. "if charlie didn't ask me out that night...would you have?"

jeremy doesn't answer right away, only the sound of his breathing lets you know that he's actually still infront of you.

he thinks back to earlier in the evening, and his conversation with his teammate. he thinks you're just curious, no other reason why you could possibly want to know. jeremy tries not to let his mind wander back to how your half naked infront of him. how not even the smell of smoke could over power your fruit hair oil he can smell. he also thinks about how you're intoxicated, and how you aren't going to remember this interaction when you wake up tomorrow. so, jermey sighs, squeezing your hip, "yes, I would have."

"jeremy...I should tell you- "

"it's okay," he whispers, embarrassment of his confession wanting to badly take over, "it all worked out, right. best friends."

no, you think. we aren't just friends, please just confess. lean in and kiss me and take me to bed and just finally love me -

"you're still drunk," jermey interrupts your racing mind, "let's just go to sleep."

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the sun beating on your back is what wakes you up the next morning. it has your groaning out, pulling the covers up and over your head to further bury yourself in the cocoon. it doesn't take long to realize you're alone, the bed empty next to you.

you sit up, frowning at your lack of pyjama bottoms but then you start to remember the night before. the dancing, jermey's calloused hands on your legs, his confession, you're longing need for your best friend. you feel like crying, groaning and covering your eyes.

you slip on a pair of sweatpants and a different shirt, trying your best to eliminate the smell of bonfire before you need to take a shower. mason and danielle are the only ones downstairs, greeting you with sweet smiles and an avocado bagel. your stomach growls at the sight, devouring the breakfast quicker than the coffee pot finishes its brew. "where's everybody gone?"

mason looks at you over her shoulder from her spot on the stove. "oh! the guys went for a run and I think kiley is still sleeping."

you nod, taking a sip of fresh coffee.

danielle giggles, biting down on her own bagel. "why? missing your man?"

you try not to frown at her question and you just nod once.

your mid sip when the boys return from their run, all shirtless, tan and sweaty. when you spot jeremy, you choke, his sweat glistening off his body making him look even more desirable. danielle pats your back while you collect yourself, the boys making fun of your reaction as they pass.

jeremy sends a quickly smile your way before turning to make his way upstairs. in that moment, you're sure he thinks you don't remember the night before, so you decide that you'll pretend you don't: that you'll go on about your day as you two usually would.

that way it wouldn't be awkward or tense and even though all you wanted to do was finally tell jermey how you feel - finally confess everything after all these years, you won't. because you think if he felt the same way...he would've told you last night. he doesn't want to embarrass you, you think.

so when jeremy returns from his shower 15 minutes later, smelling like woody cologne and old spice products you smile normally, pulling him in for a hug that has mason cooing and danielle giggling. he squeezes you back and kisses the side of your head and in that moment you smile because ignorance is bliss and you can't loose him.

wren is very active, so in the afternoon you all take her for a walk on the nearby trail, dogs dancing throughout all your feet as they move. jeremy has to ignore the urge to kill his teammate when you trip, beecher catching you and letting his hands linger on your waist for a few extra seconds. it's whatever.

dinner approaches quickly, and brandon uses whatever is still left in the fridge to cook up a meal. it ends up being a mix match chicken taco feast, with masons famous garden salad - which was super tasty. the conversation was flowing, everyone trying to make good use of the last night all together before parting ways.

jeremy has been holding a sour expression since the hike, jaw clenched with white knuckles. only speaking when spoken to. even during dinner when you placed your arm on his bicep, he tensed, but didn't look at you: shoving more leafy greens into his mouth.

wren goes to bed not long after, followed by beecher and matt who claimed they needed rest for their early morning. so brandon suggested a movie night, which was highly praised. everyone occupying chairs and couches alike, snuggled under throw blankets as monte slid are we there yet? into the old dvd player.

you're chuckling quietly when jeremy glances over at you. the room is pretty much dark now, only illuminated by the tv screen. he can't help but let a smile tug at his lips, they way you looked so happy made him feel better. he knows he's been acting a grouch all afternoon, he just can't get over how john touched your body, or the way the rookie never failed to make you giggle. it was so...infuriating.

you catch his eyes but jeremy looks away. it has your frowning before looking back at the tv, movie nearing its end.

when the credits roll everybody bids goodnight, climbing the stairs to their respective rooms and/ or bathrooms to get ready for the last night. jeremy beats you upstairs, his back turned when you enter the bedroom. his muscles are flexing underneath his shirt and the action has you drooling, wanting desperately to run your hands over the expanse of his back.

you clear your throat and shut the door. jeremy doesn't look at you, still rummaging through his duffle bag.

"are you mad at me?" you question, taking a small step towards him.

"no," he says quickly, tossing a towel over his shoulder. he turns to face you and you see him gripping his toothbrush, presumably wanting to get to the bathroom. jermey tries to side step you but you block him, standing in front of him.

"then what's wrong?" he doesn't answer so you sigh, dropping your shoulders, "did something happen today? you've been acting weird since we got back from the walk."

at the mention of the hike earlier, jeremy's eyes flash. you let out a satisfied laugh, "what happened on the hike?"

jeremy take some look at your curious face and sighs, placing his toothbrush down behind him. "nothing, really, it's stupid."

"it's not stupid if it has you this upset, jer."

your eyes are all soft as you look up at him and it has him faltering, eyes darting to the ground briefly. "it's just...the way beecher was touching you. yeah, he helped you before you could fall, fine, but he lingered and then he just kept touching you - which is crazy because hello, like i'm the one supposed to be touching you and making you laugh, not him."

he kind of spews that all in one breath so it takes you a moment to digest what he's said. you giggle slightly, "I told you you don't need to be jealous."

he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I know, I know! it's just...you're mine and he doesn't even care."

you gulp. his eyes open and he's looking down at you, the dawn of realization of his own words raining down over his head. just as he looks like he may apologize, take back his possessive statement, you're pushing closer, grabbing his hand and placing it on your waist. "yeah, I am yours." you whisper.

instinctively his other hand grabs the back of your neck, so you have no choice but to keep looking up at him. his eyes go hazy, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

you push up on your tippy toes, bumping your nose against his a few times. then jeremy leans in, placing a fast kiss on your mouth. he pulls away, scared you'll turn and run, but you don't, hands sliding up his chest and around his neck, bringing him back down to kiss him again.

the kisses turns hot and fast, jeremy's back burning from leaning down to keep your lips together. his hands leave your waist and neck, sliding down over your ass until he's gripping the back of your thighs. he pulls you up, letting you jump up until your legs are secure around his waist.

he walks blindly until he finds the desk, dropping you down with a thud so you're sitting on the top, not once stopping the heavy mess of wet kisses and hot breath.

you're tugging off jermey's shirt then, hands sliding up the hard front of abs until he's sighing, pulling you close until your pelvis is bumping his dick. the friction has you moaning, head falling back.

"can I take this off?" jeremy whispers, hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt. you're nodding quickly, lifting your arms so he can easily strip you of the top, leaving you in your string bikini, nipples hard through the fabric. you begin to untie the last article covering your breasts, jermey helping you remove the orange material and exposing you.

"you're so beautiful," he sighs, leaning down and sucking one of your hard buds into his mouth.

"jer," you sigh, hands running through his hair as he licks, your other nipple being played with by his fingers. pinching and pulling until you're grinding against him. "need you inside me," you say when he comes back up to face you.

cheeks flushed he nods, "yeah, okay." his fingers start to tug on the zipper of your shorts, "lift up for me," he tells you. you lift your ass of the table just enough for him to slip down your shorts, discarding them on the floor with the rest of the clothing.

"your turn," you giggle quietly, tugging on the hem of his basketball shorts until they drop to his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs, cock straining against the fabric.

he grabs your face, kissing you hard. your hand slips down so you can palm him, his mouth falling open against yours as you move. "I don't have a condom," he says.

"I don't care," you bite your lip, "can just pull out." your breath is heavy and it has him nodding against your forehead.

"sounds, yeah, that sounds good." his fumbling has you laughing slightly.

"put it in me."

jeremy nods, pulling down his underwear enough so his dick springs free, standing hard and strong below his belly button, right against his happy trail. you moan at the sight, reaching forward to kiss his neck.

he pumps himself a few times as he pulls your bikini bottoms to the side, your glistening sweet pussy, wet and ready with anticipation. "fuck you're so hot." he says, running his top through your folds to collect your arousal.

"please," you wither.

without being asked again, he slowly sinks into you, both of you moaning out in sync at the stretch. he grabs one of your legs, hauling it up and over his shoulder for the deepest possible angle.

it has you crying out, hand slapping over your mouth. he begins thrusting into you, hard enough where he has to hold your hips to keep you from jittering up the desk and away from him. you're both moaning out as quietly as possible, very aware you're surrounded by your friends and a child.

it isn't long before jermey can feel you clenching around him. "are you close baby?" he asks through heavy breaths and it has you whimpering, nodding your head. "yeah? I can feel it. you feel so good, like you were made for me."

"you feel so good jer," you moan, "i'm going to cum."

his thrusts increase and it has you gripping his shoulder harder, your other hand digging into the wood desk. "cum on my cock, I wanna feel you."

his words have you pushing over the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping and releasing all over his length as it moves inside you.

you're moaning as you recover, his thrusts still fast as he chases his own release. you pull him in for a messy kiss, "are you close?"

jeremy breaths, "i'm gunna cum on your stomach, okay?"

you nod, kissing his neck until he's groaning, pulling out of your warmth and releasing his load over your lower stomach, pulling on his cock until he's empty.

your heaving breaths are in sync as you both come down from a high, the room enveloped in almost full darkness saved by the one beside lamp. "you okay?" jeremy asks, pulling you from your post - orgasam daze. you nod, letting jeremy man handle your leg until it's back on the table top.

"you okay?" you reiterate and he chuckles softly, picking up his discarded shirt.

"i'm great," you says, softly wiping away his mess from your torso.

once you're both clean (clean as possible from the wiping of a tshirt) he leads you to bed silently, both of you slipping under the soft blanket. jeremy smiles at you softly before pulling you into him, kissing your shoulder once before closing his eyes.

it isn't long before you follow suit, letting sleep overcome you as you think about how jeremy is the first man who's ever given you an orgasam without touching your clit. it's no big deal....really.

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on the last morning at the lake house, you had woken up before jeremy. his naked chest is warm where its pressed to your side, his arm heavy were its resting under your chest. his soft snores tickle your shoulder, breath gentle as it raises goose bumps on your skin.

your mind reels over the night before, face immediately flushing at the thought of jeremy all over your body, wet kisses and strong hands running over every inch of you.

gently, you slip out of his hold. you're quiet when you slip on a hoodie and sweat shorts, leaving the room just as the sun is peeking over the horizon. the house is quiet, not even wren or mason are awake. beecher and matthew had left an hour before you woke, catching flights home to spend their rest of the summer with their respective families.

you grab one of the last pre-made protein smoothies from the rather empty fridge before quietly slipping onto the back deck. your bare feet are tickled by the grass as you make your way down to the dock, the cast of orange and pinks illuminating the worn out wood platform.

you're in your own head as you sit, phone gently playing taylor swift as the gentle waves lap against the docks posts. pulling your knees up to your chest, you rest your head on top, staring out into the peaceful morning water.

the sound of footsteps fill you with a momentary panic, turning down your music and looking behind you. jeremy is there, now dressed in his own hoodie and shorts, hood pulled over his head.

you're clearing your throat of its thickness as he sits down beside you, "hey, what are you doing out here?"

you just shrug, watching as his legs stretch out before him, thigh bumping your hip.

he clears his throat which has you darting up to his face. "I thought you left."

you sigh, "no I wouldn't do that."

jeremy nods and you watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows. "I feel like we should talk about what happened." his words are so quiet it has you question if he even said it. then you find him looking at you with an expression which leads you to bite your lip.

"we don't have to," you say quickly, "jeremy I don't want to embarrass you."

he thinks he sees your eyes start to fill with tears and it has him sitting up straighter, wanting to bring you into his chest and kiss your hairline until you're happy. but at the same time he's also thinking the worst. that you know about his feelings, and you're about to tell him that you don't feel the same. that the week has been nice, but you think the two of you should stay friends. he's thinking that you'll say thanks for the sex but that's all this would be. but then jermey thinks maybe that's okay, because he'd rather you only ever want sex from him that one time than loose his best friend all together n

he looks over at you carefully. "why would I be embarrassed?"

the sun is higher up now, but the sky is still casting a warm glow over the lake house. you take a moment to admire jeremy, his beard is grown out and his hair is long at the nape of his neck, curling around his ears. he looks so handsome in the summer - he looks handsome is very season though, so your thoughts are biased. "embarrassed because you know I want more than just sex...and it's okay if that all you needed from me, jer, really. I can't push my feelings aside because i'd rather give you that one thing than loose you all together."

jeremy can't even think straight at that confession, his own thoughts bouncing around his head, contradicting one another as they swirl. "what?" he settles on, his breath heavy.

you look at him with a soft look, "I remember the other night about what I said to you. even my drunk brain couldn't forget something like that."

his face falls momentarily.

you continue, "I remember what I asked you and I remember what you said and i'm sorry okay, I don't want to put you in a tough spot. I thought that there was a small possibility that maybe, just maybe you'd like me back but we're friends, like you said -"

"wait. what?"

you swallow thickly and feel like crying. "no it's okay," you whisper, "we can pretend it never happened - I don't mind,  but I can't loose you jer, we have to still be friends and if we need to forget about my feelings for you to do that, we can!"

jeremy sits up straighter and breaths out a laugh. it has you furrowing your eyebrows. he grabs your face in his hands, "y/n, every day since that night at the bar... I have regretted not asking you first. that's what I wanted to say the other night but I didn't want to scare you away."

it's your turn to look confused, "what are you implying?"

"It's never been about just having sex with you: never. I've never not wanted you in every way humanly possible but I just didn't think you felt the same way." he pulls his hood down, the heat of the sun and his confession too much, "nobody has been like you, y/n, in fact - how many girls have I dated since we met?"

you blew out a soft breathe, wiping a tear that had fallen down your cheek, "i don't know...none."

jeremy nods, "none. do you want to know why?"

"why?" you whisper.

"they're not you."

"what?"

"they're. not. you. that night at the bar, when charlie asked you out...you looked at me and that's when I should've asked you, charlie be damned. I love you and I have for a long time."

his confession has you breathing out shakily, hand creeping up so you could ground yourself onto his wrist. he doesn't let your face go. "jeremy," you smile wetly, "I love you. i'm sorry for not telling you sooner, I was too scared."

he laughs, "there's nothing to apologize for," jeremy rubs his thumb along your cheek bone, stroking your tan skin. "I wasn't brave enough to tell you back then, but I am now."

then he leans in and finally kisses you. a long peck until your lips slot together in a dance of their own. this kiss was different form the ones the night before. this was was soft, full of love and time and longing. your free hand settles at the nape of his neck, running through his curls.

jeremy pulls back slightly, his lips still brushing yours as he spoke, "now that I finally have you, i'm never letting you go."

"good," you kiss him, "I don't want you too."

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A/N: I kind of hate this ? but I wanted to get it posted so here yall sway girls go - feast my queens.

[cheolhub]

hi hi my sarberry shortcake 💗 happy mingyu day of slay!! i’m just thinking about mingyu + “just the tip” that’s been on my mind since i woke up today 😵‍💫😭😭 - 🌵

JUST THE TIP?

wc. a lil over 1k! — MINORS DNI 18+

note. hi hi my love, happy mingyu day (pt2) !!! ❤️‍🔥 this concept is 😵‍💫 ur so real for sending this !! i hope u like it even tho it’s kinda short and kinda shitty (especially the end) lol <3 (not proofread)

you should’ve known. you should’ve known that, somehow, dinner at your parents wasn’t enough for mingyu. you should’ve known that he’d convince you to let him have dessert upstairs and away from your lovely parents. you probably should’ve known that said naïve parents would believe you when you said you just “wanted to show mingyu my old room!”

now mingyu has his head between your thighs, sloppily tonguing at your cunt in your childhood bed. the last thing you want is for your parents to find the man they just met in between their daughters thighs, so you have your hand over your mouth to muffle your whines while he slurps up your arousal rather loudly.

you want to tell him to be quiet— that they’ll hear him because he’s just so fucking loud— but your voice betrays you. when you uncover your mouth to tell him to slow down and be quiet, the only thing that comes out is a whine of his name.

and mingyu’s rutting into the bed at this point. you taste so good that it’s making his cock throb and ache and it’s fucking unbearable.

so he pulls his head up while panting, puffy lips covered in your arousal. “let me fuck you.”

you scoff, head jumbled from the intense makeout session he had with your pussy. “a-absolutely not!” you whisper-yell.

“c’mon, baby, you know i can’t go back down there with a hard-on,” he says slyly. “everyone’s gonna see— can’t hide it when i’m this hard.”

and you know it’s true. curse him and his big dick.

his voice drops an octave and the smug grin on his face grows. “what will they say, hm? when they find out their good girl seduced me in her childhood bedroom…”

you whimper, “gyu… we shouldn’t...”

he groans softly, “baby, please. just the tip. it’s all i need!”

you bite your lip, weighing your options. “… just the tip?” you ask in conformation.

“just the tip.” he repeats.

and, yeah, you should’ve known that mingyu wasn’t satisfied during dinner and that he wanted to fuck you with his tongue and that your parents are too clueless for this world, but those are all forgivable offenses.

this? this was just stupid— this is something you definitely should’ve known.

as soon as mingyu pushed his tip into you, he was a fucking mess. with every thrust, he fucked deeper and deeper into you until he just couldn’t resist anymore.

with a single thrust, he slams all the way into you, bottoming out and collapsing on top of your body. you nearly scream into your hand, tears pricking at your eyes at the sudden force.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i’m sorry— you’re just so fucking good, baby, can’t handle how good your pussy is.” he babbles into your neck while he messily kisses you there. “please, can i keep going? swear to god i’ll be quick.”

you probably shouldn’t trust him because now he has more than ‘just the tip’ stretching you open, but there’s a tiny (huge) part of you that wants that. a part that wants him to fuck you open with your parents cleaning up right downstairs.

“hurry…” is all you can mumble out and mingyu lets out a breath of relief.

and he commits to this promise, driving his cock in and out of you swiftly while muffling his moans into your neck. his movements make the old bed rock and squeak with every thrust. you just know you’re probably in for it when the headboard hits the wall creating a steady beat that could likely be heard by your parents.

“fuck, gyu,” you desperately plead. “please.”

you’re not sure if you’re saying please for him to hurry or if you’re wanting him to completely ravish you, but he ends up giving you both anyway.

his hips rut into you faster while he brings his lips up to your ear, whispering filthy praises. “such a good girl for taking my cock like this.” he moans. “so perfect, all for me—you’re my good girl.”

and there’s no way you can hold back after that. your hand comes back to cover your mouth in attempts to silence your scream, but there’s only so much it can mute. you completely come undone on his length, shaking and gripping him tightly.

“that’s my baby,” he groans. “fuck, you want me to cum inside you? wanna walk around your old house with my cum dripping out of this pretty pussy?”

you whine, nodding your head incessantly. the idea is so taboo… so dirty and wrong, but you can never get enough of his cum in you. you love it the way the warmth spreads through your entirety.

so when mingyu mutters that he’s cumming, grunting and groaning in your ear as his cock twitches and sprays your velvet walls with thick spurts of his warm release, you hum delightedly.

when you’ve both come down, breathing stabilized, you’re mind reverts back to your parents who are still downstairs.

you hit mingyu’s chest. “you fucker!” you whine. “what happened to just the tip?!”

“baby, don’t play dumb, you knew exactly what i meant when i said that.” he laughs. “but, hey, i thought it was kinda romantic.”

you give him a cynical look and scoff in disbelief, “what part about this is romantic to you?! my parents being downstairs or the old ass SHINee posters staring at us?!”

he looks around and notices the bits and pieces of your childhood. “well, now that you put it like that…”

you roll your eyes, “do you think they heard us?…”

“i’m sure they didn’t, but if they did, they probably wouldn’t think anything of it.” mingyu assures you. “ease up, babe, we’re adults in love and adults in love fuck. your parents know that— i mean they had you, didn’t they?”

you cringe at his question. “ew, i didn’t like that—“

“well, i’m not lying!”

you gasp with faux incredulity, “you? lie? never!” he rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “just the tip, remember?”

“ha ha,” he says sarcastically. “you loved it.”

“yeah, i did, but maybe—and just hear me out for a sec— you can wait to use just the tip when we’re not in my parents house.”

he smirks, “no promises for next time.”

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[sigmaswaist]

Bsd Smut headcannons!

characters: Atsushi, Sigma, Dazai, Chuuya, Poe

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Atsushi:

Atsushi is 100% a crybaby/whiny sub, i can’t explain it but yeah- he’s so hellbent on being good for you, he wants nothing more that to be your good boy, he apologises when he accidentally bucks his hips into you, but you just feel so good around him, he can’t help it, he loves being as close to you as possible at all times. and he has used your old underwear to help him get off before. you’ve also caught him humping your pillow before. He loves being close to you, And he doesn’t mind sub/dom, he is the definition of a switch. if you put him in a collar you have him wrapped around your finger, he loves being yours

“Ah!- Sorry! i- I didn’t mean to! you just- ah!- feel so good! and i-“ atsushi couldn’t even form a sentence when you were on him, little half formed moans interrupting every now and then. you grabbed one of his hands and leaned down to give him a hickey, “I’m close, please can i?” Atsushi panted out, his face a pretty pink, dried tears on his cheeks, his hair was a mess. you nodded and started bouncing again, it wasn’t long before he spilled over the edge, Letting out a downright pornographic moan and crying, his claw like nails digging into your hand and thigh. he babbled out little thank you’s and tried so hard to keep his hips down, it was enough to spill you over.

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Sigma:

This man is so loud and you cannot tell me otherwise, like you try to bring him out with a vibrator in his ass and he cannot open his mouth without whining, When you tell him he can be loud he looses his voice the next day. he’s a bottom leaning switch, and he loves being praised.

sigma whined and whimpered quietly as he sat, you and the DOA had gone to lunch and you made your partner sit there with a vibrator in his ass. the low buzzing practically silent, Sigma looked helplessly at you, lightly pink cheeks and glassy eyes.

“Pardon me Dostoevsky-san, Me and Sigma will be taking our leave.” you excused yourselves as sigma practically shot up and followed you like a puppy. when you two walked away you turned up the setting of the toy, Making sigma whine louder. You got to your car and pushed him to lay on his back.

“Now now, let me hear those noises now yes?” Sigma opened his mouth, moaning loudly as you put pressure on his groin, throwing his head back as you ‘attended’ to him.

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Dazai:

this man keens for praise, but he’s a brat. if you get him fucked out and dumb he practically worships you, he’s a bratty sub, but will dom if you ask him to, he just turns dumb when you give steady compliments and praise to him

“Just like that Osamu…” you tilted his head up, his eyes clouded and teary, slipping two fingers into his mouth he eagerly ran this tongue along your knuckles, slightly bobbing on them. you pushed your fingers to his gag reflex and he instinctively moaned around them.

“So pretty sucking all over my fingers~ hm Osa?~” Dazai practically melted around your fingers, pathetic whines rooming in his throat.

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Chūya:

Chūya is 180% accustomed to your preferences, you want to top? go for it, he’ll be as bratty or submissive as you want, you be fucked dumb? he won’t hold back, you want slow and romantic? he’s telling you how much he loves you while his cock is buried in you. he’s so very vocal, the slightest pressure has him screaming your name, but if you let him he’ll take out his aggression on you, hard and rough is his favourite way after a long day, he’s also the aftercare king

Chūya pulled out and kissed your forehead as you finished your orgasm, returning with a damp towel and water, quickly cleaning you up and making sure you drank water before carrying you to the bath and getting in with you.

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Poe;

worlds biggest crybaby sub, too much pleasure? sobbing, too little? whining and crying, he doesn’t care how, but he needs you, he has a novel where you two won’t be disturbed so you can take as long as you want. he’ll let you keep a toy in or on him while you go to work so he’s writhing around waiting for you to come home, he’s a sucker for toys, he loves wands and rings specifically

Poe ground down on the toy in his ass, its vibrations an idle noise, you should be coming home soon and he couldn’t stop crying at the pleasure he felt, the ring around him stopping him from orgasming. he heard the click of the door and practically ran to you

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[drabblesandimagines]

Dove (part six)

Leon Kennedy x female reader - the slowest, slow burn I swear Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five.

After the two of you had finished dinner, you’d began clicking through the channels in search of something to watch. It was far too early to go to bed, or even pretend to go to it - you’d just be staring at the ceiling, alone with your thoughts. Leon had insisted on taking the dishes to the kitchen despite your offer to help, said he’d leave them in the sink to soak. You know that’s a task you’re not going to be able to handle until your arm is free of the sling, fingers unsplintered. You want to say you’ll do all the cooking and cleaning when you can, but that implies that you think you’ll still be in the safe house, with him, in however long it’ll take to be free of the sling...

By all intents and purposes, Leon had planned to wait until you’d gone to bed to pull together his report, but the fact that Hunnigan hadn’t replied to his text yet was giving him an unsettled feeling in his gut. Maybe she was doing it on purpose, tit for tat - no information for him until he gave information to her.

After setting the dishes and pan in soapy water to return to later, he’d come back to the sofa and picked the laptop up off the coffee table, almost reluctantly.

“Er, I’m gonna start my report now, if that’s all right?”

You look at him, noting the laptop now tucked under his arm. The report, of course – he hadn’t typed it up yet, couldn’t have, not when you’d sobbed and then napped all over him.

It’s like emotional whiplash - the soft, almost domestic moments where you could pretend this whole situation was normal - it’s dinner and a movie with a friend, first date vibes but both of you too cautious to make a move.

And then there’s the startling reminder that, no, actually, you’re not even home, in a one-bedroom bungalow, no idea where you are in the state, or what state, with a man, a bodyguard you hardly know, after very nearly being murdered the day before and could possibly be murdered in the days to come.

You must’ve stared too long in response as he raises his arm to rub the back of his head – you wonder if it’s a nervous habit.

“It’s nothing to worry about, Dove. The report’s just a formality after the interview earlier, and it’s better that I submit today. It’s fine if you’d prefer not to be in the room, though. If you’re not comfortable, I can wait until you’ve gone to bed.”

“Oh… No, go ahead.”

“Are you sure? I’ll be listening over the audio again but I’ll use headphones, so…”

“Yeah. It’s fine – needs to be done, as you said.” You smile, turning your head back to the TV to end the conversation.

Leon had sat on the other couch, laptop resting on his knees, plugged in a pair of in-ear headphones. For over an hour, you’d heard him tap away at the keys, brows furrowed in concentration when you’d chance a look his way. The last few times his eyes haven’t been on the laptop screen but that of the TV, watching the dumb romance movie you’d settled on during your channel searching, hoping it would prove a good distraction.

“Leon…” You feel rude for interrupting his work, but he’d tugged out an earbud, hasn’t typed anything in a good while now, definitely not since the last ad break.

Not that you were keeping track.

“Mm?” He hums in response.

“Can I…?” He looks over as you clear your throat - start over. “Can I ask you something? If you’ve got a minute.”

There it is - the encouraging smile. “Of course, Dove.”

“It’s going to sound stupid, but those things – were they BOWs?”

“The Lickers?” The smile drops as he tugs out the other earbud. “Yeah, they are.”

“Lickers?” It sounds too cutesy for what they are, like a lollipop brand for kids and not indescribable monstrosities.

“There’s probably some scientific name that Umbrella would use, but that term came from a cop that first saw them in the Raccoon City Police Department. I guess we kinda kept the name as a weird tribute.”

“Right.” Maybe it was the cop’s way of trying to make them less terrifying on first sight.

“Why do you ask?”

“I didn’t think BOWs were actually…” You swallow, though you know it’s not going to dislodge the lump in your throat now. “..things, if that makes sense. Like, I knew we were trying to protect the public from biological warfare threats, but I thought it was man-made diseases, or poisoning the water supply… That sort of stuff.”

“You’re not wrong. Those things were once human, mutated by a man-made virus. I’ve had a fair amount of experience with different iterations of the virus over the years, unfortunately.”

“Mutated…?” You feel sick as the image once again flashes in your mind’s eye, the grotesque features of the Lickers juxtaposed with those of humans, your colleagues… “Fuck.”

“Yeah - fuck.”

“God,” you exhale, but it doesn’t feel enough. “I’ve been so naïve to what I’ve even been doing all these years - I didn’t know what we were actually trying to prevent.”

“You sound like you think you’ve been doing something wrong.”

“Well, maybe I have.” You protest. “What if I missed something that led to that the other day?”

“You did not miss anything.” He says firmly, closing the laptop – you’re not sure if he’s concluded his report or not. “Is that what happened to everyone - they were infected and then they mutated into those… those things?” You can’t bring yourself to say the identifier out loud.

“No, Dove, the… The bodies they recovered matched with the amount of people signed into the premises. Excluding you, obviously.”

“So, someone brought them there and set them on us?”

“Maybe. They’re still working on how they got in the building. They don’t exactly use doors, so…” He laughs, though it’s half-hearted.

The lump feels too big in your throat, tears burn at your eyes as you drop your head down but you know you’re not quick enough.   

Leon stands, soft footsteps on the carpet as he circles round the coffee table and sits down a cushion’s width away from you.

“Sorry – it was a bad joke.”

You shake your head, sniffling a little, eyes fixed on your thighs. “No, it’s not that, or you. It’s so stupid, but I wish I could go back and stop it…”

“I know.” He places a hand down on the sofa, swivels his knees in your direction. “But it doesn’t help to think like that – trust me. And I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to keep going.”

“And you’ve faced those things before.”

“More times than I’d like to count.”

“How do you stop them?” You look up then, wiping away the tears from your cheek with the heel of your left hand.

“You couldn’t have done anything differently back there, if that’s what you’re thinking. A couple of gunshots to the head or an explosion is the only thing that’ll stop them.”

“You can’t… you know, turn them back?”

He shakes his head, looking solemn. “Afraid not.”

“Maybe for the best. I don’t think I’d want to be turned back if I’d…” If you’d ripped off your colleague’s head.

“Hey, that is not going to happen to you.” He leans forward, places his hand on your knee - having you fall asleep in his arms earlier has removed all sort of boundaries, it seems. “I promise.”

You shake your head then. “You can’t promise that.”

“I can. I am going to keep you safe.” He pauses – wind it in a little, Kennedy. “And if it makes you feel better, you won’t be the first. Want my credentials? I rescued the President’s daughter from a cult, got her home safe.”

“The President’s daughter?” You hadn’t heard about that, but then again why would you? Probably wouldn’t want it announced to the world that the leader of the free world’s daughter had been abducted.

“Mm. She had a codename and all – Baby Eagle.”

“But you would know her name.”

“Yeah, but still used codenames on official comms.”

“So, what would happen if I told you my name?”

“Er, well, I’d…” There’s the arm raise, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I’d have to report in to HQ that your identity had been compromised, I’d be redeployed elsewhere and you’d get a new security detail.”

“Why?”

“Part of your protection is that I’m not a risk of revealing your identity if hostile forces used… certain methods of interrogation if we were to be captured.”

Your stomach twists at the code. “Torture?”

“I suppose.” He shrugs, like he’s going to collect your mail or water your plants when you’re on vacation as a favour.

“No, you can’t… How can you shrug at the prospect of being tortured for me? You don’t even know me.”

Leon wants to say he does know you, not completely but there’s things he’s picked up over the course of the day that he feels reasonably confident on. You don’t do good with sitting idle, has the feeling you keep yourself busy when you’re not locked in four walls. He got the feeling you’re thorough and proud of your work, or you were before this doubt crept in.

You like coffee with a splash of creamer, honey in your oatmeal. You don’t have any close friends or family nearby that will be wondering why you’ve gone AWOL just yet… ..and you’re definitely single, because if you had someone waiting at home you would’ve mentioned it they spoke about whisking you away to a safe house, or when Hunnigan said she was going to search your place.

He smiles. “I know you don’t deserve any of what’s happened to you over the last 24 hours, and that’s reason enough.”

“How can you be so sure I don’t?”

“Experience, Dove. Been in this line of work for a long time and, more importantly, I’ve been where you’ve been, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, relenting. “Sorry, my head’s just…”

He squeezes your knee. “I know.”

--

You leave the bathroom later that evening – Leon had ducked in at some point and prepared your toothbrush again – and find him leaned over the sink, scrubbing at a pan and a cloth draped over his shoulder. He’s left out the medicine – two painkillers, two sleeping pills - on the counter, next to a glass of water. It feels oddly domesticated again for what all of this is.

You walk over to the counter, slowly, as he continues washing the dishes.

“I forgot to ask earlier. Have there been any updates?”

He turns, gives you a sympathetic smile. “Not yet. But it’s only the first full day of the investigation, so I’m sure I’ll hear something soon, especially since I’ve sent the report over.”

He’d sent it whilst you were in the bathroom, half-expected Hunnigan to ring right there and then but his cell had remained silent, so he’d moved his attention to the dishes.

“Yeah, suppose other things will take precedence too.” Other things meaning families to inform… What would they tell them?

You take a swig of water before picking up the pills, swallowing them all down in one. Knowing how quick the sleeping aids helped yesterday, you’re aware there’s only a limited time before you’ll feel the effects kick in.

“Well, goodnight, Leon.”

“Wait a sec.” He pulls the cloth off his shoulders and hurriedly dries his hands as you watch on, curiously. He fiddles with the watch around his wrist, pressing a button on the side, then undoing the strap before he holds it out to you. “Here, so you can tell the time. I know there’s no clock in there, so…”

You stare at the offering, not raising your hand to take it. “But what about you?”

“Got my cell.” He pats his pocket, then holds the watch out again. “It’s yours, if you want it.”

You step forward to take it, gripping it a little too tightly in your fingers. It must be your imagination because it feels warm, but that can’t be right.

“Sleep well, Dove.”

Without another thought, you lean up on your tip-toes and press a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

“Thank you.”

You swivel on your heels and walk into the bedroom, closing the door without looking back, missing out on the sight of a flustered DSO agent in the kitchen.

If it wasn’t for the sleeping pills now coursing their way through your system, you would’ve been up for hours longer, heart pounding at what you just did. Instead, you climb into bed, close your eyes and it isn’t long at all until sleep washes over you, his watch still clasped in your hand.

--

Leon’s phone finally vibrates with Hunnigan’s caller ID as he enters back into the living area after finishing his perimeter check. Had to do two rounds of the building because he knew he was too distracted on the first by your kiss, admonishing himself for being so put out of joint by a simple gesture. After his second, more thorough check of the area and confident there was still no sign of any unwanted guests, he’d headed back into the building, making sure everything was locked up before he answered the call – placing the phone up to his ear on the opposite cheek that you had kissed.

“Hunnigan!” He answers, a little too jovial, would lower if his voice if he wasn’t confident you’ll be fast asleep by the amount of time that’s passed since you took your medication. “I was getting worried you’d forgotten all about me.”

“I’m sure.” Her voice is a little tense, but he can tell she’s tired. “Just finished your report.”

“And?”

“Well, it’s not exactly airtight.”

He rubs the bridge of his nose, holding in a sigh. “What happened to innocent before proven guilty?”

“That’s why I’ve put Dove in a safehouse with you, rather than in a cell.”

“So, restrictions remain?”

“Restrictions remain.”

He rolls his eyes, grateful it’s not a video call. “Did you search her place?”

“Unfortunately not. The President wanted the surveillance department back up and running ASAP, so all available manpower had been diverted to that. The tech analyst, however, has confirmed that the breach on the database yesterday wasn’t what you’d call successful.”

Leon walks around the sofa, drops on it a little too heavy. “You don’t sound particularly thrilled by that.”

 “I’m not - the attempt itself was successful, but as soon as the system detected the forced entry, it wiped itself. Every subject that was still under surveillance has been lost.”

“Maybe that’s what they were trying to achieve.” He frowns. “Is there seriously no back-up server?”

“Analyst seemed to think it was their protocol, but it’s just a theory. Everyone who knew exactly how that division had their server set up is no longer with us.”

There’s a pause and he can hear Hunnigan tapping away at her keyboard as usual. “There is something I need to inform you of, though.”

“Right.”

“The tech analyst found the CCTV feeds have been tapped. They couldn’t trace where the feed was being diverted to, but it was definitely a system not within the DSO infrastructure. It’d been active since the attack, but they cut the connection when they discovered it.”

Leon frowns. “So, you’re saying that whoever orchestrated the attack could’ve been watching the cameras since.”

“Mm.”

“And if their objective was to leave no survivors…” Leon’s eyes focus on your bedroom door.

Hunnigan stops typing. “They’ll know they’ve failed.”

--

Part seven.

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[yoonmeowzz]

nct 127 ! being domestic

contents: nct 127 members x gn!reader, fluff, slice of life, established relationship, non idol au, use of pet names (babe, darling)

warnings: mentions of food (taeil and taeyong)

a/n: i've been thinking A LOT about johnny and mark and this kind of stuff so... yeah

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johnny

even if people don't believe him, he's 6ft tall, so obviously he can reach every high place in the house. he enjoys seeing you trying to get things from the highest shelves but when you decide to give up and look for him, without saying a word he gets up and helps you getting what you wanted. he then feels his chest filled with this warm feeling he can’t explain, he just loves to help you, be there for you when you need him. he usually stays in the kitchen while you’re cooking, even if you told him to rest, just to get things for you.

“johnny…” he looked up from his phone and immediately went to take the bowl you needed.

“there you go, babe”

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taeyong

taeyong appreciates every second he spends with you but late night talking is definitely his favorite thing to do with you. some days, he takes some snacks and drinks sneakily from the kitchen before going back to his room, where you are waiting for him with a smile. however, most of the time it’s just you and him hugging each other or simply lying next to each other while you talk about whatever crosses your mind.

“did you know that there was a greek stuttering orator? he’d practice hard every day to be able to speak in public without stuttering.”

“stop, y/n, i’m gonna get emotional”

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yuta

on lazy days when neither of you have enough energy to do anything, he asks you to spend the day in bed. you accept without a doubt. y’all just cuddle for a while, maybe he takes a little nap while you’re on your phone. but his favorite part is lying down on your tummy and having your hands playing with his hair. he LOVES the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp, gently twisting each hair strand. eventually he falls asleep to your slow breathing as the only background noise and once he wakes up he’s all clingy and lovely.

“did i already told you how much i love you?”

“you did, yuta, and i love you too. so much”

“i love you more, darling”

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doyoung

activities with doyoung are always aesthetically pleasant, so cute coffee dates at home with homemade coffee are something usual now. he takes his time making your coffee look great so you can take pictures to remember this sweet moments with him when you’re away. after having your cups ready y’all just cuddle on the couch covered in cozy blankets and watch a movie or talk about nothing in particular.

“you said you wanted to try caramel macchiato so i tried to make it. if it tastes bad i can give you my cup”

“thank you so much, doyoung”

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jaehyun

this man’s music taste is immaculate. you usually spend your lazy time together listening to music together while cuddling on his bed. you’re lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his calm heartbeat and flash by cigarettes after sex at the background. with his hands stroking your back slowly up and down you start dozing off, his arms secured around you.

“sleep tight, y/n” you hear him whisper over the music before finally falling asleep.

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jungwoo

he’s kinda a clean freak so you try to keep things neat. however, he doesn’t mind if you leave the living room or bathroom messy cause he prefers cleaning together on weekends since he has lots of fun spending time with you, no matter what y’all are doing. if you’re tiding your shared bedroom he’s going to try on every piece of clothing he finds. sooner or later, your cleaning session becomes a fashion runway.

“check this hoodie, y/n!! do i look good?”

“you look amazing!!”

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mark

messy hair mark, wearing his glasses and pajamas should be illegal cause he’s going to be the death of me. when he’s not busy he likes to spend his mornings with you, especially playing the guitar for you. you’re both sitting on his bed, he just plays some accords until you decide what song you want him to play. it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know that particular song, he’d learn it for you. and when he starts singing ever so softly… i’m combusting

“i just wanna live in this moment forever…”

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haechan

when he’s free from work he spends his time playing video games. but there’s something about playing mario kart with you that feels different. it may sound stupid, but competing with you or making silly bets like “the loser has to give the winner a kiss” is something really intimate and special for him. he usually is very competitive, but this time he doesn’t mind losing, having you by his side is already a win.

“if you win the tournament i’ll do everything you ask me for a week”

“and if i lose?” you raised an eyebrow.

“you have to love me forever”

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[lebbys-world]

Hello, this is my first time requesting any sort of writing, but I've had this idea for a couple days now.

So the idea is, a todoroki x reader. Where reader (preferably fem) is obsessed with mugs, and it's pretty unexpected with people, because she has a resting-B*-face, and is very guarded due to seeing how twisted and weird people can be.

Anyway, in my mind maybe it's todoroki, deku, and bakugo's turn to go on the weekly shopping run, and they're down the dish isle (for some reason), and todoroki sees this mug he thinks reader would like because it has her favorite character on it. So they finish the trip, and he brings the mug to reader, she's so happy and excited about this mug that she's just sitting there unable to express how happy she is so she's tears up a bit, but looks at him and out of nowhere basically tackles, this man into a hug.

That was my idea you don't have to use it, but I just thought this was so cute and had to see it written. Thank you, have a nice day/evening/night ☺️

A Mug for a Hug

Todoroki x fem!reader, established relationship, collections/hyperfixations, fluff !!

notes: thanks so much for the request !! i hope i was able to put your idea into words, even just a bit !! i also used third person for this one, just for the sake of switching perspectives between the reader, Todoroki, and narration !!

Come the end of the week, each of the class 1-A students were given their usual chores for around heights alliance - the method coordinated and conducted by none other than the class president himself.

Insisting that everyone pull their weight, Ida charted who would make dinner, clean the common room, take out the trash, gather groceries, and the like.

This week, Y/N's eyes scanned the posting, her duty was to help make meals every other day, alongside Mina.

Smiling to herself, she fortunately seemed to get one of the best outcomes of this random chore raffle.

As her eyes carried on looking over the paper, they landed on a pair of three names listed below “buying snacks and groceries”:

Midoriya, Bakugo, & Todoroki 

Oh goodness.

Those three definitely won't make it back with the food intact. 

Seemingly noticing the situation he was in himself, Todoroki looked blankly at the board, then looked over to Y/N. 

“Hey, Sho, please try to keep all the food intact, okay?” Y/N chuckled, egging her boyfriend on a bit. “If you don’t, Mina and I won’t be able to make dinner for everyone.”

He smiled softly, “I’ll do my best, but you might have to bring it up with Bakugo. I’m sure he’s the one who really needs that warning.”

“Yeah, I’ll warn him as well.” She rolled her eyes, brows furrowing already at the thought of the conversation.

“Well, good luck. I’ll see you when I get back, alright?”

“Yeah.” She smiled, waving him off as he went down the hall.

Later that day, post-warning scolding, the three boys had managed to, rather uneventfully, gather all the groceries they needed.

As Bakugo yelled at Midoriya for the shopping list, Todoroki made his way down the adjacent aisle, biding his time as the other two double checked the cart.

The shelves of the neighboring aisle were lined with glass, a variety of unique ceramics sitting on top.

There were hand-made bowls, hand-painted plates, printed jars, and, yet, one thing in particular caught his eye.

Near the end-cap of the aisle was a small row of mugs, each with a custom print of a character across it.

He picked up one, smiling to himself, as he thought about the collection Y/N had in her room.

Keeping her interests to herself, Todoroki reminisced of the time she happily went around showing off her trinkets and collection to him.

It made him feel truly a part of her life - being trusted to see such an open and earnest side of her.

He picked up the mug with her f/c on it, running his hand over it gently, before going back to the others to finish checking out.

By the time the trio made it back to the dorms, evening had crept its way in.

In the kitchen stood Y/N and Mina, carefully preparing a broth for dinner while waiting for the remaining ingredients to make their way back.

The two laughing to themselves, Mina happily remarked when she saw the other three walking towards the kitchen, bags of groceries in tow.

“Well it took you boys long enough!” 

“Seriously,” Y/N chimed in, a smile on her face, “did you get lost in that store or what?”

“JUST TAKE THE DAMN GROCERIES-” 

A loud thunk was heard as some of the bags hit the table, Bakugo storming off.

Midoriya’s face paled as he went to make sure all the jars were still intact, rapidly apologizing for the actions that weren't his own. 

“Again, I’m really sorry about Kacchan! I hope you guys can make something good with what we bought, though! Please let me know if you need any help!”

The freckled boy bowed again, and ran off after Bakugo, likely insisting the hot-head apologize as well.

Left behind to help unload the dishelved bags, Todoroki put things away in the pantry one by one, chiming into the girls’ conversation.

As he reached the end of the bags, he carefully unwrapped the ceramic mug he had tucked safely away, and softly reached out for Y/N.

“Hey, I thought I’d get you something while we were out.” He smiled, showing it to her as she turned to meet his face. 

“I thought a mug with your f/c would be a good addition to your collection… though, if you already have it, I can return it and find you a different one..” he trailed off.

Awestruck, Y/N stood for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Her eyes watered, as her heart warmed.

She hadn’t known that Shoto would care so much about her interests like that.

No one ever did before - in fact, it was usually the exact opposite.

People would normally shy away whenever she became more open, so she often put up a mask, keeping what made her happy safe and away from anyone who dared taint it.

But, when she started dating Shoto, she settled on being herself.

She wanted to be herself, with him.

So she tried, and gave him a glimpse into her world.

He seemed happy when seeing her collection, and listening to her rant, even asking a few questions along the way.

Yet. after that, he hadn't brought it up again.

So, Y/N let it be.

But here he stood, smiling at her, a brand new f/c mug in his hands for her collection. 

He cared.

He really cared.

A tear fell down her cheek as she ran into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his body.

Todoroki stumbled a bit at the sudden hug, adjusting himself so as to not damage the mug at all. 

“Sho..” Y/N looked up at him, smiling wide, “thank you.”

“Of course,” his eyes shone back, as he quickly tightened the embrace.

The two haphazardly let go of each other, as Todoroki passed the new mug along to Y/N.

Within seconds her energy had shot through the roof, and she couldn’t stop talking about this f/c mug.

“I mean, HOW DID YOU FIND THIS??” She asked, carefully looking at the print. “This one was a limited run, and somehow you stumbled into it at the GROCERY store??”

“Well it was just sitting on the shelf..”

“Really??”

She ran over to Mina, proudly showing off the newest prized piece of her collection. 

“Mina, just look at what Shoto got me! Isn’t it the best?”

Mina laughed at her enthusiasm, “it really is! Why don't we wash it off and you can use it as your glass for dinner tonight?”

Y/N stood with her mouth wide open, her invisible tail wagging at the idea. 

“HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT??”

As the kitchen continued to fill with the warm aroma of food and the sweet sound of three friends laughing together, Y/N hugged her boyfriend once more, new mug in hand, and new, real, memories being made together.

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[daichislover]

same time next week? (Law college au)

summary: feeling more anxious than ever, you find yourself seeking help from Luffy’s med student friend, someone you've never had the chance to meet before

warnings: fluff, swear words, slight mention of prescriptions, mentions of smoking weed/vaping/CBD, slight mention of drinking (be responsible y’all!), law keeps his place TIDYYY you can’t tell me otherwise, implied plug!law lol

word count: 1337

MDNI

You don’t want to do this.

You stand at this random person’s door, double-checking your phone to ensure you’re at the right apartment number that Luffy gave you. Nervousness tightens your chest. What's the worst that could happen? A simple 'no'? But then again, you've never met this man; anything could happen. Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to knock but are interrupted by a text.

From: Luffy 

“He’s not that bad, I swear! You’ll get along just fine.”

Easy for him to say, you think, shutting off your phone with a sigh. He could befriend a wall if he tried. After shutting off your phone, you turn to the door. As you finally go to knock, the door swings open abruptly, revealing a man in a penguin hat holding a trash bag. 

Not noticing your presence, the strange man collides into you. You stumble back as he falls, the bag ripping open, trash spilling all over. Groaning, he sits up, then realizes what - or who - he just ran into. “Oh shit… ARE YOU OKAY?” he exclaims, scrambling to his feet.

Stepping back from the spilled trash, you reply, “I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t move out of your way.” You then offered to help clean up, but he shakes his head at you and waves off your apology. “Why were you standing outside our door anyways? You lost or somethin’?”

Before you could respond, another figure steps out from the apartment - a tall, tattooed man in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Your eyes widen at the sight of him. This man is very, very attractive and catches you off-guard, fueling your anxiety. You start to blush.

He sighs at the scene before him. “You had one job,” he mutters to the first man, who can only laugh. After bickering back and forth about the mess in the hallway, the trash-covered man turns to you with a smile.

“Whatcha need, sweetheart? My name's Penguin” With a shaky smile, you introduce yourself and add, “I’m looking for a Trafalgar Law? My friend Luffy mentioned-" 

“That’s me. Call me Law.” The gorgeous man interrupts. His smirk doesn’t help your pounding heart as he invites you inside, telling his roommate to clean up the mess.

Walking into the apartment was like walking into a magazine. The place is unexpectedly pristine, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. “Woah…” You say to yourself while looking around. The living room is spacious, featuring a sleek black leather couch and a TV mounted above a fireplace. How can a couple of college kids afford this place?

Another guy emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “I know right? Law’s basically an interior designer. If becoming a doctor doesn’t work out, you’ll definitely see him on HGTV or whatever that home design channel is.” You laugh, feeling your nerves slightly disappear. Law dismisses the comment with a glare and leads you to his room. "Don't mind Shachi, he loves to be an ass."

You follow him down a hallway, and he opens a door on the left, ushering you inside his room. You murmur a soft "thank you" as you step inside, taking in the neatly arranged space. Aside from a desk cluttered with medical books and papers, everything is meticulously tidy. You slowly scan the room, absorbing the details, while he settles into a chair at his desk. As you admire a collection on his shelf, you notice something familiar.

“Is that the ‘Sora, Warrior of the Sea’ collection?” You look closer to double check, and smile when you realize that you’re right. He doesn’t say anything for a while, but then clears his throat. “Yeah, been collecting them for a while. You read?” You mention how you and your brother, Sanji, grew up reading them together. He nods, not saying anything further.

After a few beats of silence, you realize that you forgot why you were there in the first place. Panicking, you start to stutter. “I- uh. Um..” He cocks his head at you, waiting to hear what you were trying to say. You feel yourself getting flustered again and widen your eyes. “Uh-”

“Luffy mentioned something about you needing my help? What can I do for you?” His expression was unreadable, yet he seemed to be listening intently.

You inhale deeply, gathering your thoughts before you start speaking. "Since starting college, my anxiety has worsened, and it’s hard to afford prescribed medication with my tight budget," you explain. "I mentioned exploring alternatives like weed to Luffy, and he suggested that I talk to you. Is there any way you can help me?" You stand there, gripping at your purse. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea; your nerves kick in again and you feel like running away from embarrassment.

Law nods and turns to his desk, pulling open a drawer to retrieve a vape pen, which he extends towards you. You take it, examining the unfamiliar device with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Seeing your puzzled expression, Law asks, "Have you ever smoked or vaped before?" You shake your head. "No, I only drink when I go out."

He hums thoughtfully and gestures for you to hand it back. "Let me show you how it works, then." He carefully demonstrates how to use the vape pen, explaining each step as he goes, before handing it back to you. "Ready to give it a try?" Despite your hesitation, you nod. Law's demeanor instills a sense of trust, but the nerves are still there—after all, this is your first time smoking.

“You’ll probably cough quite a bit on your first try, but don’t worry, you’ll be okay. I’ve got some water ready if you need it,” he reassures you. You nod, feeling your palms begin to sweat.

You bring the pen up to your mouth, and inhale. The feeling was weird and very foreign, but not so bad. Immediately after, you feel a horrible burning sensation in your lungs and throat and start coughing. 

God, how embarrassing. Law quickly grabs his glass of water and hands it to you and you drink it immediately, thankful for his preparedness. After a couple of minutes, and a refill of water later, you finally start to calm down. You look over at Law and see him smirking. “So, how was your first hit?” he asks.

“What do you think?” you retort, half-embarrassed, half-amused. He smiles, turning back to his desk. “See how the pen works for you from now on, then we can discuss other options. That’s yours to keep, no charge. Consider it a first-timer’s discount.” Smiling, you whisper a quick “thank you” and take another hit.

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After a few hours filled with small talk, you find yourself surprisingly at ease with Law. As the evening unfolds, you not only learn more about him but also share aspects of yourself that you usually keep reserved during a first meeting. His company is surprisingly delightful, and you make a mental note to thank Luffy later.

Stretching your arms, you suddenly realize how late it has become. "Oh my god, I didn't realize the time—I have a paper due tomorrow!" you exclaim, hastily grabbing your purse as Law rises and stretches alongside you. Catching a glimpse of his tattooed abdomen, you feel a flush of warmth. Can he get any hotter? You quickly avert your gaze before he notices you staring.

He leads you to the door, passing his roommates who are deeply engrossed in a video game, oblivious to your departure. At the front door, you pause and turn to face him. Law doesn’t seem like the type of person who gives goodbye hugs, which is really more like your style, so you simply smile at him instead.

"Thanks again for everything," you say, gratitude coloring your voice. "When should I come back?" He returns your smile, his eyes slightly lighting up. "Same time next week?"

Your cheeks warm at his smile, and you find yourself nodding eagerly. "Yeah, that sounds perfect."

a/n: idk why, but college law just seems like the type of guy to be a plug LOL hope y'all enjoy

'til next time!

[marcellaasblog]

Eyes for the Geezer

Main masterlist

Summary: Your boyfriend Wyatt takes you to go meet his parents for the first time.When you find out Wyatt has been cheating on you threw out y'all whole relationship,you take Eddie up on his offer but will that do you any good in the end?

Warnings for the whole series: cheating, divorce, angst,smut, smoking,p in v,daddy kink, pervert Eddie, Wyatt's mom is an ass to you, mention of Steve, insecure reader,dom Eddie, switch reader, Wyatt mom is a cheater,huge age gap,insecure Eddie, and of course fluff with a Happy ending??

Author's notes: Eddie is 50 reader is 27 . I'm gonna keep the same names from the old story. Beth (Eddie's wife) Wyatt (beth & Eddie son) mack/Mackenzie (Wyatts ex girlfriend)

Part 1 // part 3

Part 2

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Everything was going great,Wyatt was laughing at his dad's joke. You were chatting up with Beth sipping some cheap wine,All four of y'all were being peaceful with each other and you liked it. You liked being a part of things like this.You like feeling included instead of being left out.

You can get used to this.

That's until Wyatt's phone went off and it was like the whole energy in the room shifted.

Wyatt started up an old argument from years ago which caused a yelling battle in front of his parents.

Was it embarrassing?

Yes.

Was Wyatt being an asshole?

Definitely.

Wyatt did the most childish he can ever possibly do

He

Left

Without

You!

You gotta be fucking kidding me! What were you supposed to do now ,you can't just stay in someone's house that you barely knew.

Eddie felt terribly bad that Wyatt was being a dick to you.

But he did get to have you at this house, so that was a bonus.

Eddie didn't want to take you back to the hotel so he made up an excuse saying he was very tired and and maybe you and Wyatt needed some space from each other so he let you sleep in their guest bedroom for tonight . Eddie went to go get the room cleaned up for you like a good man he was.

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On the other hand Beth was already pissed that her son left a woman in her house she barely knew. Which was understandable But you were too tired to even care about what she said.

You just needed Eddie to hurry up with the room .

Maybe some good sleep would help you but tomorrow you needed to go talk to Wyatt and sort things out with him.

You love him and you weren't going to let a little fight get between the both of you.

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Eddie lays out a new sheet on the bed for you as he Puffs up your pillows for your pretty little head. He wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

He thought to himself for a second.

Would it be wired for him to turn on the cameras that were in the guest room?

Yes,yes it would. but hey no one had to know.

He just wanted the camera on so he could keep an eye on you and to make sure you were okay and safe.

He just wanted to make sure his guest was comfortable.

Yeah keep on telling that lie to yourself munson.

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Eddie heads downstairs after he got his camera to turn on making sure that he could see the video footage on his phone.

He swears he's just doing it to check up on you.

That's all.

"Hey y/n the room is all yours now." Eddie said as he led you upstairs.

"Thank you Eddie this means Alot,sorry about the whole argument that me and Wyatt got into . I swear we were okay till now. I don't know what got into him." You apologize putting your purse down on the Queen size bed slipping your coat off from your tired body.

Oh,if only you knew what he knew.

"Don't apologize sweetie,it wasn't your fault. Wyatt can be an ass sometimes,but he gets that from his mom." Eddie said, leaning against the door of the guest room. You giggle at Eddie's little comment about Wyatt.

"No but seriously don't feel bad."

"I know but I can't help it , I didn't want to be a disturbance to your family the first time I meet y'all." You sit at the edge of the bed taking off your beat up boots.

Eddie eyed you as you leaned down to take your boots off, he caught a glimpse of your perky breasts from the opening of your shirt. He shifted his legs leaning on the other foot quickly pulling the crock of his pants away to his already hard bulge.

Fuck him for getting old and getting hard so quickly.

"You're not a disturbance y/n."

"That's not what your wife thinks." You tell Eddie as you look up at him.

You were right,but Beth hates everyone. It was normal.

"Yeah well ,this isn't her house it's mine so you're allowed to stay here as long as you please." Eddie told you to put a smile on your face.

God you had such pretty lips with a pretty smile.

He was just about to say fuck the plan so he could feel your lips on his.

Take a deep breath Eddie not yet.

"That's very kind of you Eddie thank you" You tell him

"No problem sweetheart, we're friends now and friends help out friends." He applied as he backed out the door.

"WAIT EDDIE."' you said as he turned his head back into your view.

"Yes?'

"Do you have anything to wear I don't feel like sleeping in my jeans tonight." You asked, biting your bottom lip.

"Uh yeah let me check I'll be right back."

"THANK YOU!" You yell down the hall as he quickly jogs to his only to see Beth already in bed flipping through the channel on the tv.

"What did she want to know?" Beth asked as her eyes were still on the tv.

"She needs some clothes to sleep in so I'm checking your draw real quick." Eddie said as he opened the drawer tossing clothes out of her drawer not caring if he was making a mess.

"You gotta be fucken kidding me ,first she fights with our son then she stays the night and now you're letting her wear my clothes. Are you serious right now Edward?" She asked as Eddie van heard the venom in her words.

"For fucks sakes Elizabeth she didn't start shit with Wyatt he's just an ass and she can stay here as long as she wants, fuck she can maybe move in if she wanted for all I care, and lastly This is my house not yours." Eddie slamming the dresser drawer.

"And you know what she doesn't need your clothes I'll just let her use mine." Eddie stomped into his shared closet looking through his clothes looking for a big shirt since he didn't have pants to give you. He pulls out one of his old work flannels as he storms out of his bedroom knocking at the guest room you were in .

"Hey so funny story, Beth did want me to give you any of her clothes so I found an old flannel of mine because I did NOT have pants for you, so you can just button it up and pray to God that it will cover your body." He let out an awkward chuckle.

"Oh, no that's okay I'm perfectly fine with that.Thank you." You take the flannel out from Eddie's hands.

He felt the coldness of the tip of your finger on his palm as you grabbed the flannel from him.

Yeah okay that he needed to get out of there IMMEDIATELY.

"Well okay I'm gonna go lay down if you need anything I mean anything just knock on our door and let me know."

"Alrighty Eddie thank you goodnight." You tell him as you let a tired yawn out stretching out your arms.

"Good night sweetie." Eddie left and quickly ran into his room entering his bathroom not caring what Beth was complaining about now. He locked the door behind him quickly pulling out his phone as he pressed on his home security cameras.

Eddie didn't feel one bit of guilt as he slid down his pants to his ankles as he set his phone on the toilet top hovering his cock over the toilet bow as he watched you take off your top.

Eddie took his length into his own hands as he teased himself slowly starting at the tip of his leaking cock.he looks back at his phone as he sees you throwing your shirt on he bed,from the view he had he saw how your tits jiggle at every movement you made.he could see you reaching down to undo your pants he teases the tip as he smears his fluids all around his leaking tip as he grabs his ball with his other hand massaging them with his finger.He bites down on his lip trying to keep quiet as his wife is in the other room.you dropped your pants to floor bending down as he sees a perfect views of your round ass. Eddie strokes himself as he could ear the wet sounds of his hand meeting his cock .He closed his eyes for a second imagining your kneeling down in front of his while he strokes himself, he really wanted to cum in your mouth but also on your tits or wait! maybe on your ass or even better inside if you he wondered how tight you would be and if you would giggle while he slips his cock into your tight Young pussy. His thoughts got so wrapped up in his head he forgot that he was watching you. Eddie opens his eyes only to see that you are done and ready for bed as he sees you snuggling up with one of the pillows.

Fuck!

He had to go back to using his imagination as he jerks himself one last time letting out a low grunt as his hot white cum shoots into the toilet and all over his hand and balls. He rides out his orgasms slowly setting down his sensitive balls.he grabs some toilet paper to clean himself up , he hisses as he whips off his cum from his sensitive soft cock.

Did he just jerk off to his son's girlfriend and feel no guilt whatsoever?

Hell yes he did.

He was growing impatient all he needed was for Wyatt to fuck up so he he can move along to the next step. He is Lucky that Wyatt and you are here for a couple more days that will definitely be more time for things to unravel.

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Eddie laid in his bed that night with his wife in his arms he thought about you and How pretty you were when he first saw pictures of you and How nice and sweet you were when he met you and how sexy you were when you were changing. He smiled at the thought of getting to taste you very soon.

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you lay in the bed but you couldn't get the thought out of your head of Eddie watching you while you slept.

A smile creeped up on your face as you watched the red light blink from above your bed.

Oh if only he knew that you could see the bright blinking red button.

He was a pretty face with no brains.

You went to sleep with a uncomfortable aching feeling between your legs.

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"Hey y/n sweetie it's time to wake up,I made you pancakes"Eddie looks down at the plate.",well kind of I burnt them so ego's it was." Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. He looked at you and your sudden movement but you weren't waking up when he set the plate down on the dresser and he moved your hair out of your face. You looked Peaceful a little too peaceful, your skin was glowing in the early morning sunlight and your plumped lips squished together by the pillow in your cheek he giggled a bit on how your hair looks and the way it was sticking up, his thick fingers caress your cheek whispering for you to wake up. He heard you your little whines as you slowly stirred awake opening your eyes as you got a glimpse of Eddie, but your fist were too fast before you could stop yourself as you punched him in the face.

Eddie yelps In shock and in pain as he stumbles back.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?" Eddie asked as he viciously rubbed his cheek.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I AM SO FUCKEN SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN THAT, YOU JUST SCARED ME AND MY BODY REACTED BEFORE I COULD I'M SO SO SORRY EDDIE." you say as you get out of the bed not even caring if you're wearing pants or not all you wanted to do was just help him.

"Well at least I know you can defend yourself." Eddie chuckled nervously as he saw you get out from the bed getting a glimpse of your naked legs.

"I am so sorry, come on, I'll help you downstairs." You grabbed Eddie's hand slowly but quickly walking him down the stairs.

"Hey I'm hurt, I'm not that old I can walk down the stairs perfectly fine." He didn't mind, actually he thought it was pretty cute for you to take care of him.

"Yeah I know but it would make me feel way much better." You sit Eddie down on the chair as you open up the freezer looking through it to find an ice pack or ice at this point.

"It's on the side door bottom shelf." Eddie said as you lookback thanking him.Eddie eyes roamed your body as he got a glimpse of your black cotton panties as you bent down.

Shit you might need to take care of something else for him too.

Quick it Munson, STOP BEING A PERV.

You grabbed a paper towel as you wrapped it around the ice pack not wanting to put it directly on his eye . Eddie hisses at the coldness pressing on to his pulsing red eye.

"Sorry." You say As you hold it there for a second. You couldn't help but notice as your eyes roamed his chest that he had more tattoos but you couldn't make out what they were.

"Hey, my eye is up here." Eddie told you as you let out a nervous giggle.

Eddie grabbed onto your hand that was holding the ice pack as he slowly moved it from his eye replacing your hand with his.

"Hey I got it from here how about you go upstairs and eat your breakfast and maybe" he looks you up and down."put some pants on please."

You look down at your bare legs as you back away from him.

"Yeah you're probably right thank you Eddie, and I'm very sorry."

"Hey, it's all right it was an accident." He told you as he put his hand on your shoulder.

You nod your head as you quickly walk out of the dining room almost tripping as you turned back around to ask Eddie something.

"Hey by the way is it okay if you can drop me off at the hotel once I'm done." You asked .

"If my eye is still attached, yes I don't mind." He joked looking up at your nervous face.

"Hey Im fucking around, I don't mind."

"Yeah I knew that , thank you Eddie." You ran up the stairs.

"NO PROBLEM SWEETIE!" he yelled.

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"Hey you ready doll?" Eddie asked swinging his keys in his hands.

"yup I'm coming." You walked down the stairs In your outfit you had on from yesterday.

Eddie opens the door letting you go out first as the gentleman he is .

You wait for Eddie to Lock the door so he can point to which car yall were taking, but instead he goes to the garage putting the code in the pad.

The garage door opens up as Eddie passes you a helmet.

"what's this for." You looked confused

"we, sweetie are taking my bike instead, it is way to hot out here." Eddie drags out his huge two seater motorcycle.

"holy shit is that a BMW R1250 RT !" You asked really as you put the helmet on your head.

Eddie looked back at you with a smirked on his face,he likes how intrigued you were .

"Yeah! how did you know." He was shocked to know you knew about bikes not that it was a bad thing it's just that beth and Wyatt would get annoyed when he would bring up his bike in conversations he thought it was pretty cool if you to know he felt his cheeks heat up looking at you as your eyes roamed his bike.

"It been a dream of mine to get one but Wyatt said it was too dangerous for me." You happily put on the helmet as you do a little dance of excitement.

God could you get any more fucken hotter.

"HA, well look at that beth said the same thing , I haven't took this baby out in while cause of her." Eddie drags his bike out into the street puts on his helmet, Eddie throws his leg over his bike as he starts up the engine hearing the loud sound roar of the Motorcycle.

You get all excited as Eddie lends his hand out telling you to get on.

"Hold on tight babe, don't want you pretty self getting hurt." Eddie said over the loud noises of the bike.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie feeling how big and stiff his torso really was you swear you could feel abs under his jacket. As Eddie takes off you lean your head onto his shoulder feeling the hard wind breeze on your neck.

Eddie could stop his smiling under his helmet as he could hear you humming and giggling . He could feel your arms tighten around him as your hands dangled above his croch.

It is the wrong time for him to be getting hard.

Eddie let his thoughts flow as he try's to get him mind off of his uncomfortable bulge.

He can hear your little gigglea of excitement from behind him. He thought it was so adorable on how you were reacting.

How can Wyatt be so cruel to someone so innocent and sweet?

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You arrive at the hotel. Eddie parks his bike taking off his helmet. His hair looked funny as it stuck to his tatted neck . You could help but giggle as you see Eddie putting his hair up into a bun.Eddie turns around sticking his tounge out at you as you shook your head.

You and eddie turn your heads when you hear one of the hotel room doors open and a blonde tall woman walks out while she pulls down her red skimpy dress but right behind her is Wyatt as he grabs her by the back if her neck smashing his lips into hers

Your smile drops as you stare up at the scene in front of you.

You couldn't believe it.

Before Wyatt can look down at you and eddie, Eddie turns his body to make sure Wyatt can't see you

"Sweetheart, look at me please." Eddie asked as he could hear the small cry coming from your whining lips .

"Can you just please take me somewhere else?" You asked not looking up at him as you play with the end of your shirt.

Eddie kisses your head starting up his bike as he makes eye contact with his son.

He smirks up at Wyatt taking off to the closest diner.

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The waitress sits you and Eddie at a booth. Eddie puts his big hand over you hand caressing your knuckles between his fingers.

He sees you as you start to cry he quickly gets up from his side scooting into your side as he takes your body into his arms.

"Shh it's okay baby I got you, let it out pretty girl." He says as he rubs your arms and back kissing your forehead your head he tries to comfort you as much as he can but he's not very good at that.

"I'm so mad at him ,I trusted him, why would he do that to me." You say as you can feel your hot tears running down your cheek Eddie wipes them away with his thumb looking at you with all the sadness in his big brown eyes.

Eddie didn't like it but either. Yeah he wanted his own son to fuck up . but that's because he wanted him to show you how he really was and that he wasn't faithful and he never loved you from the start .

Wyatt was Just like his mom when he found out that beth was still sleeping with Steve her ex-boyfriend not just any guy named Steve but Steve Harrington the guy that he thought was his friend.

But for all he cares Steve can keep her he just hopes that Nancy know About her husbands and Beth's little affair they have going on Steve owns Nancy at least that.

But besides that he wasn't going to stick around and watch poor little you get your feelings hurt or watch him get fucked over by the same woman.

"Y/n?

"Yes Eddie?"

"Would you like to take up an offer ?"

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[system-network]

The Small Cabin

Trashy TV

The sound of the door creaking open forced your eyes to look up.

Another unknown man walked in.

The man had dirty blond hair, a small mustache on his face in the same color. He was definitely taller than the other two, he seemed more bulky as well.

He smiled down at you as he walked over to the bed you sat on. He had a small gap in-between his two front teeth.

He kneeled down next to the bed, much like how Toby did. “Hey kiddo,” he said with a smile.

“I know you're probably tired, but I'm going to help you to the living room. Is that okay?” He asked.

You nodded your head slowly, not verbally replying.

He didn't seem bothered by that fact, he just kept smiling.

The man helped you from the bed, holding onto you as gently as he could.

He slowly helped you walk into the living room, leading you to the old couch.

The whole house seemed old.

The wooden walls and floors didn't really help with the weather outside, some of the windows had blankets stabled to keep the cold out.

The couch whined in protest as you sat down, the cushions dipping underneath your weight.

The man with the beard was sat in the recliner that was moved to the left side of the living room, looking at the box TV that played a trashy reality show.

In his hand was a “#1 mom” mug with the number one crossed out and replaced with “#2”.

The sight was almost funny, you would have laughed if the other man didn't interrupt you.

“Toby said that your feet were messed up,” he started before looking up at you, “can I take a look?”

You nodded your head as the man gently grabbed your ankle and moved to look at your foot.

The silence was almost suffocating as the two men in the room didn't speak.

You finally spoke up, just needing to focus on something. “What's your name?”

“Tim,” the man on the recliner spoke as he got up. He grunted slightly as his bones popped before nodding to the man sitting in front of you, “that's Brian.”

“What's your name kid?” Brian asked as he pulled out tweezers from the first aid kit before he mumbled, “god- what did you run through..”

You shrugging slightly at Brian's mumbled words before telling him your name. He smiled slightly as you spoke before putting his focus back on your injured foot, he grimaced at the sight.

“This is going to hurt, kid,” Brian said apologetically.

Soon enough, Brian had gotten the glass out of your feet. You had no idea how you didn't feel the glass when you were running, you simply decided that it was the adrenaline.

Your feet had been wrapped after Brian made sure that he cleaned the cuts properly.

This was weird.

You're in the middle of nowhere, in a small cabin, with three grown men.

You couldn't help but feel uneasy, a growing pit in your stomach as you got lost in your own thoughts.

Toby walked into the living room, looking at you before getting distracted by the TV.

“Toby-” Tim started as Toby snatched the remote away from him.

Toby ignored the older man, switching the channel to TLC. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled as he saw the opening to Say Yes to The Dress play.

He seemed to ignore your slight discomfort as he sat down next to you on the couch.

Tim sighed as the show began playing on the TV, he slowly got up from the recliner. He looked over at you and Toby before walking into, what you assumed, the kitchen.

Brian smiled down at you, quickly patting your shoulder before following Tim.

You looked back at the TV, it's been a while since you've watched this show.

The old camera quality and trashy audio was nostalgic. Every small thing seemed weirdly nostalgic.

The carpet on the floor, the loud air conditioner, and even the stains on the coffee table. It all seemed so similar.

Your hands clutched the fabric of Toby's hoodie you still wore, moving the fabric in-between your fingers. The hoodie felt worn down, like he's been wearing it for years on end.

That strangely comforted you.

You looked up at Toby, seeing that he was already looking at you.

“Y- you okay?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

You nodded your head as you spoke, “yeah, I just remembered how much I liked this show.”

It wasn't necessarily a lie, you did enjoy the show, you just couldn't remember when you actually saw it.

Toby smiled slightly as his left hand hit the couch cushion next to him before he turned his attention back to the TV.

[rottindecay]

Hobie Brown Headcannons!

just some silly stuff ! >__<

warnings: i believe none.

[this is my first time ever posting smth like this..hopefully it’s good enough.]

*Reblogs, notes n comments r much appreciated >O<!*

Starting off strong- this man definitely craves physical touch. Like have you SEEN him with the anarch-kids?

He cant live with out ur touch like seriously, it would drive this man insane.

You love your personal space? He loves yours too.

Especially out in public. This guy will have a finger around one of your belt loops/belt, holding onto your bag or hand, even has his arm snaked around your waist or shoulder. He needs your touch!!

he loves to cuddle. More of a big spoon kinda guy because he finds it funny how his body just completely takes over yours, ykwim? (If ur shorter than him ofc)

but won’t mind being little spoon fr. Loves to have his head laying on your chest as you guys sleep in each others arms.

Speaking of sleeping- he’s a really heavy sleeper.

when he sleeps he’s sprawled all over the bed so good luck trying to wake him up to give you room.

When you do try to move him, he dosent move or make room for you LMAO

he just groans before pulling you into his embrace and resting his chin on your head fast asleep with his arm around your waist.

He’s an ass lover.

Wearing shorts around the house? He’s telling you you look good in them. Bending over to pick something up? He’s playfully slapping ur ass and snickering as he does so.

Like- if your on youre phone or reading a book or whatever and your laying on your stomach, he’s gunna come over and lay his head on ur ass like a pillow and take a nap or do smth on his phone.

Same with thighs fr

When you guys are out walking around or doing something and you have back pockets, expect his hand in your pocket.

Because he could keep you close and get to feel your ass. Win win in his book!

He loves ur ass!!!!!!

He adores little trinkets.

He has them all over his house

Like the first time you walked into his house, you just saw a lot of bowls laying around in places like in his room, kitchen, living room ext with just small little knickknacks he found or bought (stole)

Loves to receive and gift them to people hes close with.

He’s like a crow honestly.

90% of the time when you guys are hugging, he would go limp out of nowhere and now here you are trying to hold up a 6’5 180 lbs guy as he’s chuckling his ass off.

Puts his arm on your shoulder or head like an armrest.

Never calls u by ur first name. always has some nickname for you like “darling” (since he’s a Brit n all) or a nickname that connects to an embarrassing moment of urs LMFAO

He’s stupidly smart but dosent put effort in it ykwim?

Same goes for cleaning like yeah he could clean it, but why would he? He knows where everything is so it’s fine.

Also loves to hug u from behind and burry his face into your neck.

Also neck kissed Are his favorite thing like cmon now.

Honestly dosent care What pronoun you use. You could call him ball/ballself and he would look over at you without batting an eye to that.

Knows how to sing, just dosent do it. But if u ask nicely he would as he strums his guitar professionally!

He snores and drools everytime he sleeps.

Also luvs to do and wash ur hair for u.

Hobie has ADHD idc argue with the wall.

If ur ever doing chores around the house he’s 100% always going to help you with whatever your doing even if it’s something as simple as sweeping the floors. He dosent want you to think your juggling to many responsibilities.

Typa guy to know a guy. He knows a lot of people.

All his fingers are decorated with rings. Once you guys start to actually get serious he would give you one of his favorite rings since he dosent believe in marriage.

It’s nothing too big though, it’s just a simple silver band that’s obviously been shown some love throughout the years.

Dosent really label your guys relationship. Why would he need to box you in like that? It’s stupid. He knows he can trust you and you can trust him so there’s no need to be calling each other “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”

Makes playlists for you and burns them into CD’s

We all know he’s alr stupidly smart, yeah? Well he was the kinda kid to always be sleeping in class, not do any work and fail it even though he was the smartest mf there.

Also hated to do homework so he didn’t do it. Who was gunna stop him? NOBODY.

Also sucks at spelling tbh

Like he dosent care abt it. “Apple” is now “aple.”

Loves to DIY stuff like clothes, pins, patches, jewelry n much more!

He’s punk so he obviously listens to punk music, but he also listens to more than that. He hates consistency !!

I think he would be a really good cook he just won’t put effort in exploring that part of him LMAO

he obviously has really good sense of style. I think a lot of people forget he was FORMALLY A RUNWAY MODEL. HELLOOOO???

So if he sees shitty quality clothes, hes gunna point it out to you and suggest something else.

When being taken out on dates he dosent really do anything fancy, not his style yk?

But he does take you out on the most amazing places only a few know.

Shows you the coolest pubs hidden in alleyways, site seeing, walking around London in his dimension and just little fun activities.

(maybe even steal from big corporations too.)

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister Instagram AU

A/N : I don’t know how to feel about this one but it’s been sitting in my drafts so enjoy.

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urbanwyatt I just “pranked” my girl and I might need a place to sleep at.

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jackharlow The face of realization that you fucked up 🤣🤣🤣🤣

claybornharlow Oh god, what did you do now?

urbanwyatt I sang some of the songs she usually listens to when she’s drinking or cleaning.

yourusername Now don’t make me out to be crazy. You were singing those songs for a lost love or something because they most definitely weren’t for me.

urbanwyatt Wait then why do YOU sing them with so much passion? WHO ARE YOU MISSING?????

jackharlow 💀 ohhhh How the roles have been reversed

yourusername Jack shut up 🙄

druski Answer the man baby Harlow, what love got away that you sing them songs with so much heartbreak?

yourusername I’m not even mad anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️ so why are we discussing this subject???

urbanwyatt 🙄

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yourusername When you overhear your boyfriend tell his boys he used to love blonde hair on girls, I said bet🥴🫡

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urbanwyatt 🤤 😋

urbanwyatt I love your black hair though baby!!!!!!

druski Where did you get that wig from?

yourusername Why you want some hair???

druski No because you should sue, they did you wrong sis

shloob 💀💀💀💀

yourusername You are such a hater 🙄

neelamthadhani real life Barbie 💗

urbanwyatt She’s more of a Bratz but let’s give her the title Barbie for now.

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yourusername Looking for a cowboy to ride 🤠 🐴

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cozane Suddenly I’m a cowboy 😏

selenosunni x2

yourusername OHHH??? 👀

urbanwyatt EXCUSE ME?????

druski I’ll be your cowboy, come on over and ride me all day!!!!!!!

urbanwyatt YO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK????

claybornharlow Y/N you’re annoying, I can see you laughing from across the room.

jackharlow 🙄

yourusername Damn y’all losers couldn’t go along with the joke???

cozane Your brothers are the annoying ones, I tried my best.

druski Whose joking? I was being serious, I’ll be your cowboy anytime of the day 🤪

urbanwyatt Only if you’re trying to get your ass beat

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urbanwyatt Kicking balls and leg modeling should’ve been my calling.

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yourusername HELLLOOOOO

yourusername GODDAMN

yourusername 👁️🫦👁️

yourusername THAT’S MY MAN!!!!!!!

yourusername I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!!!!!!!

yourusername Not really- not yet at least but I’ll let you cum down my throat for now!!!!!!

nemoachida Was this before or after y’all came out of the locker room?

yourusername Mind your business!

urbanwyattupdates Are we just going to ignore yn thirsting over her man on the comments ?

yourusername We’re not ignoring anything, it’s nothing new lol I always thirst over my sexy ass man.

urbanwyatt 🤭🤭🤭

user He’s definitely ignoring it because he’s done with her. She does too much.

yourusername I was put into this world to do just that!!!! Too much!!!!

user Yeah and your birth parents didn’t even want you so that says a lot about you.

jackharlow DAFUQ????

urbanwyatt I know you’re not being brave behind a screen. Say that shit to my face, don’t be asking for pictures or anything no more.

claybornharlow isn’t this the he guy who was yelling your name and y/n at the kickball game? Lmaoooo he was desperate for a picture and a video.

mamamaggie I love my son’s true fans, the ones who are respectful and show love to not only him, but to my family as well. But what I’m not about to do is sit and watch how some of you love to attack my daughter- because that’s what she is, SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!!! None of you know the situation, so don’t speak on something you know nothing about. I will throw hands down when it comes to my children.

druski Yall done brought out the hood from white lady

yourusername I WILL FUCK YOU UP! Leave my momma alone!

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yourusername MY BOYS FOR LIFE 💗 *& before y’all start, clayborn included, he just doesn’t like to take pictures.*

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claybornharlow I was about to unlike super fast until I finished reading the entire caption.

yourusername See, this is how drama starts!!!!

urbanwyatt 😘😘

jackharlow 💜

user girl I think it’s time to give it up, they don’t even care about you

yourusername Oh no 😢

user Im so sorry to be the one to tell you but they really don’t give a fuck about you. They feel sorry for you.

yourusername Damn, they told you all of this? 💀

user bitch I was trying to be nice to you

yourusername You call that being nice? 😩😩 don’t worry about me babes.

user2 Serious question though, does urban and everyone else in the circle put up with you because you’re jacks “sister” or because they feel bad for you?

yourusername Nah, they put up with me because I give all of them head.

user2 Who do you fuck first and who goes last.

yourusername We have a schedule, like today your dad is on my list.

user3 The way I see it is that you sleep with BOTH Jack and urban

yourusername I know that’s what YOU wish you’d be able to accomplish, but I’m sorry to burst your delusional bubble. Plus, this isn’t Alabama.

user4 Is Jack really your brother?

yourusername No, he’s my son 🙄

user5 I heard Urban is cheating on you. What are you gonna do about it.

yourusername Well I was about to let him deep down my throat right now, but I think I’ll let him fuck me instead- wait…. Am I supposed to leave him???? I’m confused.

druski I HAD TO MAKE SOME POPCORN AND ENJOY YOU CLAPPING BACK AT THESE LOSERS.

yourusername Oh I had time today 😈

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urbanwyatt She’s my fucking soulmate ❤️‍🔥

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yourusername 🥹 My baby boy 😘

cozane user1, 2, 3 & 4 punching air right now

urbanwyatt lmao 🤣

selenosunni Sharing is caring 👀

urbanwyatt Not when it comes to her.

cozane 🧐🧐🧐🧐

jackharlow Don’t start

neelamthadhani Damn the girlies popping out

yourusername They wanted to come out and play.

urbanwyatt I love it when I get to play with them- I mean when they come out to play.

neelamthadhani Na I know exactly what you mean you dirty man

yourusername 😅😅😅😅

druski 🫦 can I get her number?

urbanwyatt NO

druski it’s okay I’ll slide into her dms

urbanwyatt You’re blocked.

druski What? Since when? Why did she block me?

urbanwyatt when you decided to send her a video of yourself scrolling through her pictures and zooming in on her.

druski That’s why she blocked me? I was admiring her beauty

urbanwyatt I blocked you from sending her messages.

druski well that’s rude, I guess I’ll have to see her in person and ask for her number.

urbanwyatt You’re annoying, you already have her number idiot.

druski I lost it

yourusername Damn, you lost my number? And you claim to be the love of my life. I’m heartbroken 💔

druski I just want ONE night, I can’t be stuck with you forever because you’re crazy.

urbanwyatt That’s okay bro, I’ll take her from you.

urbanwyattsource Haters are mighty quiet under this post. They had a lot to say under hers.

yourusername LMAAAOOOO because they don’t want to get blocked by him.

urbanwyatt They been blocked, I may stay silent from time to time but when it comes to my girl, I don’t play.

yourusername 🌽 💦 every time he calls me HIS GIRL 🥵🥵🥵🥵 likeee yessssuhhh zadddyyyyyy come choke me.

claybornharlow Here your ass goes 🤦🏼‍♂️

urbanwyatt 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

jackharlow ONE DAY JUST ONE DAY WHEN YOU TWO ACT RIGHT PLEASE 🙄

mamamaggie You know well enough that, that’s never going to happen. They were made for each other and they will forever be.

urbanwyatt Mama gets it

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 7

All right! Here's part 7. I hope you enjoy. I don't think I really have any opening notes to go over this time, so I'll just leave it there. Check out the ask game I posted yesterday if you're interested.

This week you get a bit more than usual at 1.6k words.

First, Previous

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“What was that you meant about me being Jazz’s second dead boyfriend?”

Over his surprised laughter, he heard Jazz’s groan from across the hall. Yeah, he really did like Jason more than Johnny.

“One of my former rogues, Johnny 13, pretended to be human and started dating Jazz for a period. He was trying to mold her body into a vessel for his equally dead girlfriend Kitty. He had a similar bad-boy vibe to you but was actually awful. We might be cool now, but I’m still pissed he did that.”

Jason blinked at him before a slow grin took over his face. “So Jazz has a history of bad choices, does she? She always acts like she’s always had it together.”

“Oh definitely not. No child raised by our parents could have it always together.”

“Jazz refuses to talk about your parents, will you tell me what they did?”

Before Danny could answer, Jazz shouted his name. “Danny! If you’re done apologizing to Jason, start helping me explain!”

Danny rolled his eyes to Jason. “Later, I suppose. Duty calls! Come on, you’ve got to have a lot of questions, dead boyfriend number two, and yours will get priority answers.”

Jason’s surprised laugh made him grin despite the deepening glares of the other Waynes.

Surprisingly, it was Duke who blurted out a question in a high, freaked-out voice first. “Why do you have a crown?”

Danny, who’d turned and took all of one step in the direction of the dining hall, paused and turned back around. “How can you see that?” And then he realized the ground was still littered with broken glass and ceramics. “Never mind. Later. Let me clean up the broken glass and stuff first. Least I can do.”

Bruce’s hand landed heavy on his shoulder. “No. You will answer our questions now.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no. Look, the short of it is that I died when I was fourteen because I was stupid. It didn’t take and now I’m only half dead. I have a ghost form and a human form and all the standard ghost powers. The main ones being invisibility”—he turned invisible for a moment—“intangibility”—Bruce’s hand fell through his shoulder—“and gravity manipulation.” He raised in the air until he was floating a foot above the floor. “I also have some more unique powers, such as ice.” With a wave of his hand, ice grew around the shards of glass.

Alfred and Duke quickly backed away from the mess, but once every piece of broken china was encased, the ice stopped growing.

“So, if you’ll just tell me where I can dispose of the shards, I’ll be happy to do it. And this way no one has to be at risk of hurting themselves cleaning broken glass. Plus I got up all the fine powder, too. No little bits that can barely be seen but will fuck up your vacuum cleaner.”

“A handy skill,” said Alfred before anyone else could speak. “I will lead you to the bins.” To the rest of the group, he said, “Jason, would you and Duke collect the desserts from the kitchen and set up the dining room? As it appears we are all allies here, there is no reason to have this conversation standing in a hallway when we could have it sitting down with good food.”

“Alfred—” started Bruce.

Only to be cut off by the butler. “Master Bruce, I will be quite safe with the young man, I am sure of it. Jason’s… ghost has explained a few things already.” Only the slight pause before the word ghost betrayed that the man wasn’t entirely at ease.

Tim stepped forward. “Let me come with you both, Alfred?”

With a put upon sigh, the man agreed. “Very well, Master Tim, if you must. Mr. Danny, please follow me.”

“Yes, sir.” Danny followed obediently, the ice floating along behind him with barely a thought.

“You don’t need to make any sort of gesture to control the ice?” asked Tim.

Danny shook his head. “Nah. It’s my ice. It’ll do what I want it to. Most ghost powers are based on thought and emotion, honestly.” They took another turn. His castle didn’t even have this many hallways.

“So when you said the ghosts in Amity, you meant that literally.” Tim acted like it was a revelation.

“Of course I did. Shortly after my accident, ghosts started attacking on a regular basis. Took years for me to get things under control and by that point I’d already failed out of high school.”

“But if it was so hard… why didn’t you call the Justice League?”

Danny threw back his head and gave a hysterical laugh. “And then have to fight an overshadowed Superman? Or, worse yet, speedster? No. No thank you. Never. A representative of Justice League Dark stopped by about six or eight months after I got my powers and I told him to keep everyone out of my haunt. He gave me a phone number in case I came across something I couldn’t handle. But I kept being able to handle it, so I never used the number.”

“Overshadowed?” asked Alfred, “I do not believe we know that term. Ah, here we are.” He opened a door that led outside to a drive where a collection of garbage bins sat. “That container there”—he pointed—“is for glass recycling. Will the ice leave the bin filled with water?”

“Not at all. It’ll be completely gone.” Danny had the ice hover over the bin and made it disappear slowly enough that the shards were released without any falling outside the container. No water remained to show how he had transported them.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Danny. Now, overshadowing?” he asked as he held the door open for the boys to precede him inside.

“Oh, um. It’s like possession. Ghosts can take over a living being’s body. But when we do, we don’t have access to memories or knowledge or anything. And after the ghost leaves, the human just doesn’t remember anything from the time they were overshadowed.”

“And is this another of those basic ghost powers you have?” Tim’s voice was hard.

“Yes,” Danny answered simply. “It feels gross, though, and I’ve only done it a handful of times. Ever. First on my dad to get out of some school trouble, but I kept making things worse. After that on my friends and Jazz, with permission, so we could document limitations and if it hurt humans. Far as we could tell, it doesn’t.”

“You sound like a very conscientious young man. I have no doubt you use your powers responsibly.”

Danny laughed. “I screwed up more than a few times before I found ghost mentors. And ghosts are always a little chaotic, so some messing around is not only expected but encouraged.”

Alfred smiled. “I’m sure we will love hearing some of those stories as we get to know you and Ms. Jasmine better.”

“I can’t… I can’t tell you everything. There’s far too much and so much of it just doesn’t matter on Earth that it’d be pointless to go into.”

Danny saw Tim open his mouth to speak, but Alfred cut him off before he could. “I only want to know one thing: will Jason be all right?”

Danny smiled in relief. “Yes. That I can promise. I don’t know for sure how best to help him, but I’ve some ideas and I’ll consult with my doctors. They’re the leading experts in human-ghost biology.”

“Then I am glad you came tonight and were able to notice something was wrong. Thank you.”

With a shrug, Danny just said, “It’s literally my job. This is what I do.” Up ahead, he could see the doorway back to the dining room.

“If it’s your job, how much do we owe you?” asked Tim.

That question brought Danny up short. “Owe me? What are you talking about?”

“If you’re doing this for work,” said Tim as they entered the dining room, “Then you need to be paid somehow. If not by us, then how?”

“What are you lying about now, Danny?” asked Jazz, shaking her head at Tim’s question.

“Nothing! Tim asked why I’m planning on helping Jason and, besides the fact that he’s dating you and I’ll obviously help, I just said it’s literally my job. You heard his reaction to that!”

Bruce grunted. “Then I suppose you know where your explanations should begin. What is your job? A full explanation this time, please.”

“Right, yes, I can totally do that. I’m so great at explaining things.”

Jazz snickered at that statement and Danny poked her as he sat down next to her. Tim and Alfred took their seats as well.

“Now, Mr. Fenton.”

Danny winced at the name. “Don’t call me that. I’m not allowed that name anymore.”

“Danny, your job,” repeated Bruce, face expressionless.

“Right. Um… Well, I do just kinda do whatever is necessary or find someone who can. Because, um, well, I’m… kinda the High King of the Infinite Realms? There’s a bunch more titles after that but I refuse to memorize them because ugh.”

Danny looked down at his plate, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. Jazz must’ve made sure he got a piece of pie because it sat in front of him. It looked so good. Did they even know about the Infinite Realms? Justice League Dark members did, but did Batman? Jazz reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

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Next

Looks like Danny found another excuse to delay the interrogation! (I honestly forgot about the broken glass before Duke spoke up and asked about the crown. But I did always plan to have Danny clean it up.)

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[ahimhere]

Bad Maid

genre: smut

pairing: dom!Seonghwaxfem!reader

au/summary : You cleaned the best you could

waring: explicit smut

rating: 18+

wc: 1916

"Who told you to be such a bad maid huh?

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Waring: Dom Seonghwa (Sir) , cosplay(maid outfit), spanking, degradation kink, oral (male receiving), Pet names (doll), deep throating, fingering

Did you like cleaning houses? No, but bills had to be paid somehow.

You received the request a few nights ago. It wasn't a previous client, you would've remembered this one. He asked that you clean top to bottom, dusting the cleanings then wiping the desks and finally the floor. That was normal, but the floor requirements, now that was new.

First go over with a lint roller, then sweep, mop and finally the lint roller again. Who does all of this?

You were going to deny it as it didn't seem worth it but then you saw the note.

"I'll pay 5x your rate, 10x if you wear a maid outfit and a bonus."

A bonus? A maid outfit? Was this a kink? Most definitely but man did you need the money and what he was offering was 3 months worth of rent, you just couldn't say no. You went online and brought the outfit and then booked the appointment for next week.

You arrived at his apartment, wearing a huge jacket to cover the embarrassing outfit. You punched in the code and entered.

After removing your shoes and slipping on your slippers, you carried your equipment inside and took a look around. "Wha-"

It. Was. Spointless. I mean you couldn't believed someone lives here. There wasn't dishes, or dust or dirt. Just clean. You weren't really sure why you were here. What could you really do?

You sighed and decided to try, that's why you were here. You hung your jacket on the coat rack and began to work, doing exactly as requested.

The dress felt weird, you felt exposed while dusting but when it came to using the lint roller it was great having freedom on your legs.

After waiting for the floor to dry, you started the lint rolling process again, that's when you heard the door open again. It's normal for clients to return or even be in the home while you're working so you weren't scared until you remembered what you were wearing.

You were about to run and try to hide until he came into the living room. "I see you're finishing up."

"Ah, yes Mr. Park, just using the lint roller again."

He hummed with approval. "Do you mind if I look around and check?"

"Oh no. Not at all sir." You smiled at him as he walked around his apartment.

You returned to the floor, finishing the last of it. Once you finished you packed your supplies up and waited for your client.

"Is everything to your liking Mr. Park?" You asked.

He stood in front of you and glanced at your outfit. "You wore the maid outfit."

You were hoping he somehow didn't notice and became embarrassed. "Oh, um yeah I did." You laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Is everything to your liking?" You asked again, ready to run back to your home.

"The bonus. Do you want it?" He asked, his eyes not leaving your face.

"Ah yes!" You completely forgot about that. "What is it?"

"I want to have sex. You can say no, you'll still be paid." He looked you in your eyes, showing that this wasn't a joke.

"I knew it was a kink!" You said to yourself but processing what he said. Sex? What kind of service does he think this is?

"I don't offer those services. Pay me and I'll be on my way." He nodded and pulled out his phone. A few moments later your phone vibrated. You pulled it out and saw he sent the pay. 10x your rate as promised. You bowed and left his apartment.

You stepped into the elevator and sighed. "At least he was attractive." His request played in your head as the elevator descended. It's been a while since you were intimate with someone and god was it tempting. He was tempting.

You reached the lobby before sighing and returning to his floor. 'Why not?' You thought. You rang his bell and he answered. "You're not paying me for this."

"Of course."

"We're just two adults."

"Naturally." He stepped away from the door and allowed you to enter. You closed the door and set your stuff down before removing your jacket.

He grabbed your hand and led you into the bedroom, the one you just cleaned. "Are you okay with me spanking you?"

You are stunned. This man is straightforward and god it was doing something to you. "That's fine." You answered.

"It's a yes or no doll."

"Oh, Yes."

"Yes sir?"

"Yes sir." It was a great choice to come back.

"Good." Seonghwa sat at the foot of his bed and made you stand in front of him. "Do you know what you did wrong today?"

You were stunned? Today? Did you do something wrong yesterday? This was your first time meeting him. You weren't sure how to answer.

"Can't talk now doll?" He cocked his head to the side and stared at you. Oh he wants an answer.

"No sir, I don't know." He shook his head. That wasn't the right answer.

"Lay across my lap." You swallowed your saliva and did as he told. This was new, this was exciting. The anticipation of what to come was killing you. Your line of thought was broken when he removed your underwear and threw it to the floor. "Wet already? Shameful."

Were you really? While you were lost in thought, Seonghwa took two fingers and slowly dragged them along your slit before dipping them into your hole. A quiet moan escaped your lips as you felt his finger enter you. Just before you could enjoy the feeling, he removed his fingers and slide them down towards your clit

What was he doing? You didn't have long to wonder before his hand came across your bare ass. "Ouch!"

"I come home and there's a mess everywhere" He slaps your ass again, ensuring to rub it after each slap.

"How can one person-" Again.

"Make such a huge mess." And again. It hurt, you weren't sure what he was talking about, his place is spotless.

"But sir-" Another slap.

"Did I say you can talk?"

"No si-" And another.

"Huh, since you like talking so much, get up. On your knees." You did as he said and got up from his lap and sat on your knees in front of him. "Open your mouth, nice and wide."

You opened your mouth and watched him remove his pants and pull out his cock. While you were staring at him, trying not to drool over the man in front of you, Seonghwa shoved his cock down your throat.

You began to choke, tears flowing from your eyes and drool sliding down your chin. "Who told you to be such a bad maid huh?" He pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath. "I asked you to clean and instead you make a mess. It's okay, I'm going to it today."

"Suck." He commanded.

You placed your hands on his cock before he moved them away. "I said suck. Don't use your hands." You nodded before sucking his tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head.

Soft groans came from him and it made you proud. You continued the acting before taking his length in, slowly bobbing your head up and down.

The groaning above became louder and longer causing you to pool up under your skirt. You slipped a finger into yourself and pumped it in and out of you. You bobbed your head faster, matching the speed of your fingers.

It was hard to contain your own pleasure, before you knew it, you were moaning against his dick. He felt the vibrations and looked down at you. "Look at you, pathetic. You just couldn't wait huh." He pulled away from your mouth and lifted your chin up with his finger.

"You must not need my dick then." No you did, the wait was killing you.

"Please sir. I need it sir." He smirked at you. He stood up and laid on the bed. He grabbed a condom from his night stand and slipped in on himself

"Do it yourself. Get on the bed and fuck yourself."

The embarrassment arose again, but you didn't want it to stop so you stood up, got on the bed and sat on his waist. You took in a deep breath before raising yourself up and lowering down onto his dick.

A moan erupted out of you as he sterached you. How long has it been? It didn't matter now, he was filling you up and damn did it feel good. You took a deep breath and looked at the man underneath you. He smirked proudly, glad to see you like this.

You placed your hands on his hips and began bouncing on top of him. The slow place allows you to hit that oh so sweet spot. Your moans loud and vibrant as you pleasured yourself with his cock.

"That's right, keep going." Seonghwa sais in a low, husk tone. Just hearing his voice made your walls clenched up. He chuckled felling you and moved his hands on top your thighs, slowing rubbing them up and down causing you to clench up more

"More sir, please." You begged. You wanted him to fuck you, you needed him too. "I did such a bad job earlier, didn't I ?" You weren't sure what came over you and caused you to say that, but god you were thankful.

Something clicked in Seonghwa's head, a light switch was flipped. He moved his hands off your thigh and onto your waist. He placed his feet flat down on the bed. Before you could process what was happening, he began thrusting up into you, continuing to hit that sweet spot but at a much faster pace.

"You are absolutely right." He said between groans. "You've been bad, you need to be punished, isn't that right." His fingers began to dig into your sides but you didn't mind, you couldn't. The way he was making you feel, that way your walls stretched around him, the moans he forced out your body, and he was too damn good looking, this was heaven.

"Yes sir! Please punish me." Your mouth spoke on its own. Your brain could only focus on the pleasure that your body was receiving and just when you thought you could handle it, he surprises you again.

He moved one hand and placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in circles. "You better cum when I tell you to. You hear me doll."

You nod your head furiously, words no longer being your friends. "Y-yes sir!"

Seonghwa smiled at you, seeing you become undone on top of him made him happy. He continued his vicious attack against your hole and you clit as his own pleasure built up. It was hard for him to hold back his own orgasm.

"Fuck, cum. Cum on me doll, Fuck." He groaned while he cummed himself.

That was all you needed to hear before cumming yourself. A silent moan escaped your open mouth while you threw your head back. Your legs shook violently as he continued to rub your clit.

"S-sir.."

He understood and wrapped his arms around you and laid you on his chest. He slipped out of you, allowing your fluids to flow out and onto him. He rubbed small circles around your back while you caught your breath.

It was better to be a bad maid.

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I hope you guys enjoy this one! I did proof read so i hope there's not many errors! Thank you for reading !

Edit: I meant to add a pic !-!

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