Satisfaction

RIGHT ON THE MONEY joel miller x f!sex worker!reader 2,959 words warnings; age gap, arguing, unprotected sex

 “oh fuck. that’s it, that’s right. god, i love this pussy so fucking much, that’s it.”

 she was lucky she was on her hands and knees so that the bum behind her couldn’t see her face. she was so incredibly bored, and to tell the whole truth, she just couldn’t wait for him to finish so she could get paid and he’d leave. she even felt like she could fall asleep right then and there, if there weren’t ration cards on the line. 

 so instead, she resorted to gripping onto the dirty sheets that were clearly too small for her mattress and whimpered, praying that her acting skills were believable enough to send her customer over the edge. 

 fortunately, she was a better actress than she thought. 

 “you like that, girl? you like taking my cock?” he panted, his hips stuttering with his release, leaning over her until his forehead pressed against the valley between her shoulder blades. she sighed as she fell into the mattress, her patience running thin the longer she waited for him to climb off of her. his palms soothed over her ass and she flinched when he chuckled, giving her flesh a few light smacks. “always feel so goddamn good,” he muttered breathlessly, finally rolling off of her, the mattress dipping beside her where he laid. “hope to do this again sometime.”

 her hands found her blanket and she balled the fabric in her fists as she sat up, covering her chest as she reached for her shirt, slipping it over her head. “well, as long as you got cards for me, i’m always here,” she replied as she snatched up her underwear from the floor, stepping back into them and tugging them up her thighs. she turned to the man in her bed and cocked an eyebrow, “i’ll take them now, thank you.”

 he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he sat up to snatch his jeans from the ground, digging into his pockets and pulling out a wad of ration cards, tossing them back onto the bed. she dipped her head in thanks as he redressed himself, rolling his neck while he buttoned his shirt back up, making his way over to the door. she followed close behind, catching the door when he threw it open. he turned around, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk as he ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair. “see you around.”

 she only pursed her lips and nodded in reply, ready to close the door on him. 

 all up until he turned to stare at something outside her apartment, his eyebrows furrowed. “the fuck are you looking at, old man?”

 her heart skipped a couple of beats at this, and she peeked out into the hallway and there he stood. 

 joel fucking miller.

 she couldn’t remember the last time she’d even seen joel, which was quite remarkable, given the fact he lived literally right next door. she guessed that the last time would have been just a few weeks prior, when her grumpy and, in this case, rightfully annoyed neighbor came knocking on her door one night after her customer had finally left.

 the customer in question from that night was quite a moaner, and really, it was like he wanted the entire building to know what he was doing. he was so loud, and unfortunately, right in her ear, and she swore her eardrums didn’t stop ringing until a few days later.

 it was safe to say that she was especially happy when he finally came, and even more ecstatic when he didn’t hesitate to drop her payment off on the bed and hurry off. she sighed in relief when she closed the door behind him that night, letting her eyelids flutter closed as she leaned back into the door, feeling her muscles ease and relax in her body. 

 that was, until the knocks on her door interrupted her peace.

 the wrinkle in her brow returned deeper than ever, wondering why the fuck her customer would come back. she turned and swung the door open angrily, only for her breath to hitch in her throat when she realized that it wasn’t her customer standing there after all.

 she blinked. joel miller.

 her next door neighbor, the man she’d seen around boston a couple of times, even had a shift with him here and there. they never so much as spoken a word to each other, however, but it certainly didn’t stop her eyes from wandering. he was older than her, at least two or three decades older, but damn it, how could someone have aged so well in the world they lived in now? 

 and there he was standing before her, his eyebrows pinched together, clearly pissed. 

 “you know the walls are thin here, right?” his voice was deep and a little husky, and she flushed, ashamed that it had such an effect on her. “it’d be nice if i could get some sleep.” her eyes widened and her feet shifted beneath her weight, her gaze cowering to the floor below. “i— i’m sorry, i—“ her teeth sunk down into the plush of her bottom lip as she glanced back up at him, “i can make it up to you. what do you want? i can give you some of my ration cards, or i have—“

 “just keep it down,” he interrupted with a grumble, “i don’t care how you get your cards as long as it doesn’t affect my sleeping schedule.” he turned and began to shuffle his feet away and back into his apartment, but something within her didn’t want him to leave, not just yet. so, she practically lunged forward and caught his upper arm with her hand, his breath hitching as he glimpsed from her hand back over to her. 

 “please, let me make it up to you.”

 she was just going to offer him some whiskey or some cards and that was it— full honesty. 

 she couldn’t even remember how one thing led to another, or what came over her and possessed her to creep closer to him, her eyes trained on his lips. 

 she was surprised that he didn’t make any moves to pull away.

 before either of them knew it, their lips were on one another’s and his hands— god, his hands were all over her body, he was practically worshiping her. and for once, she moaned— and not just one of her fake moans she’d emit for the sole purpose of working her customers up in hopes of draining more money from them— no, she moaned at her own will. 

 truth be told, she’d never ever been touched the way joel touched her then. he touched her with a purpose, as if she were a treasure to be sought, to be handled with nothing less than delicacy and respect. joel kissed her with passion, real fervor that was so intoxicating, she felt drunk on it. and when he finally pushed his cock into her and fucked her like none other had before, she actually came, giving her her first real orgasm in she hadn’t even the slightest idea how long. 

 there was no denying that she felt something towards him, felt some sort of connection that she had never felt before. it came so suddenly and all at once that at first, she hadn’t known what to do. but as joel nursed her into her high and she gazed deep into the dark, earthy soils of her irises that were so dark, they seemed to bleed into his pupils, she knew that she was fucked. 

 literally and figuratively. 

 but yet, it was in those ravines of dark umber that she saw something else, something faint but still clearly there. in that little spark of light she seemed to catch in his eyes, she knew— she knew that joel felt something back.

 why else would he be touching her like this, like she was delicate?

 it was because of that glimpse that she was so confused and truthfully, hurt and upset when after that day, he seemed to just never be around. at first, she wondered if he had left boston altogether. he was still her neighbor after all, how could she have not caught him early in the morning or returning back home at midday?

 it was why she decided to stake him out, and it was then that she realized that he hadn’t left boston as she had previously assumed— he was ignoring her.

 it was the reminder of that notion that drove her to mutter his name underneath her breath, ignoring the customer still standing behind her as she narrowed her eyes at the man before her. he glanced away and stepped back into his apartment, hand finding the door to slam it back shut. 

 thank god she was quicker than that. 

 just before the door could slam closed, she smacked her palm into its center and swung it back open, letting it crash into the wall beside it. joel’s eyebrows furrowed at this as he turned, like he was trying to just ignore her presence altogether. when he realized she wasn’t leaving, he turned back to her, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “the fuck are you doing here?” he asked with a sigh, and the wrinkle in her brow deepened. “the fuck am i doing here?” she scoffed, shaking her head and crossing her own arms over her chest. “how about we start with the fact that this is the only way i’ve been able to see you for weeks?” she tittered, throwing an arm off to her side, letting it smack back down to her side. 

 “why do you care?” he questioned, and she rolled back onto her heels, teeth gnawing down on the inside of her cheek. she knew why she cared, the question was: how could she explain to him why? what if all this time, she’d just been misreading his touches, that faint spark she saw in his eyes that night? what if there hadn’t been anything there at all, that she was imagining things. 

 but then, why would joel seem somewhat nervous standing before her today?

 joel usually seemed confident, and it showed in his body language that he knew what he was doing. but right now, as he stood there before her, his body didn’t seem to add up to the way he felt. there was something almost insecure in the way he stood— he almost really did seem nervous. 

 “why do i care?” she reiterated, her vision glossing over with a layer of tears, and she cursed herself for seeming so vulnerable, so weak. but she couldn’t help herself— joel hadn’t escaped her mind one minute since that night weeks ago. tonight, she stood before him, and she feared that it’d be her only chance to tell him how he made her feel. “i care because i— fuck, joel, i feel something for you.”

 the lump at the base of his throat visibly bobbed when he swallowed, clearly taken aback by her admission. she scoffed and rested her hand on her hip, her opposite cupping her forehead as she tore her gaze away from his, trying to sort out her thoughts. she shook her head and blinked away the tears in her vision, although they were still there, evident through the sting in her eye sockets. “and i— i think you felt something that night too.”

 she glanced back up to joel but he wasn’t looking at her anymore, his eyelids closed as he shook his head towards the floor. he snorted, but it was in his hesitation to reply that seemed to make her feel more convinced that she was right. “that’s crazy.”

 she pursed her lips together and dared to step closer to him, and he blinked up at her, furrowing his brow. she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head, the glossy barrier returning to her eyes and burning them. “no it’s not,” she murmured, standing as close before him as he’d let her. “you’re crazy,” he said again, voice firm but yet, still somehow wavering. she dropped her head to catch his gaze again, blinking when she found it, uncertain if a tear had slipped from her eye or not. “what is it? am i crazy? or are you scared?”

 his eyelids narrowed but he didn’t dare speak, now avoiding her gaze altogether.

 she knew it. she fucking knew it. she was right. 

 “are you scared, joel?” she repeated, “are you scared because you think you might have fucking felt something?” 

 he didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. it was in the way he gulped and tried to meet her gaze to prove she was wrong but failing miserably that it was confirmed. she stood a little taller when joel straightened his own posture and looked down at her, the anger he felt before melting away and all he could think to himself was how much he yearned to have her again, just like that night weeks prior. she stepped just a little closer until their breaths were practically one, and for a moment, it was silent, save for the sound of their own uneven breaths. 

 “guess i was right on the money, huh?”

 again, joel didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. instead, he circled his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer, the grays on his chin scratching hers when their lips surged into one another but she didn’t care, in fact, she loved it. she was like putty in his hands when he kissed her, her own hands venturing from his shoulders, up his neck, and all the way to his salt and pepper locks of hair, gripping them tight between her fingers. 

 there it was again, that feeling of being touched like she was made of porcelain, fragile and delicate. she could feel joel’s passion through every touch, through every feel of his tongue exploring her mouth. his grip around her waist only tightened when he backed them up and towards his own mattress, spinning them around so that he could gently guide her down into the bed, their lips never once leaving one another’s. his palms soothed up and down her waist, his fingertips sneaking their way beneath her t-shirt, tugging it up, up, up, breaking their lips apart so that he could slip it over her head. she tugged at the hem of his t-shirt as she panted, insinuating that she wanted it off.

 he was quick to discard his shirt, and she made quick work of unbuckling his belt, letting himself do the rest. he pulled her panties down her thighs, skipping past the foreplay, both of them wanting nothing more than to feel each other as much and as deep as possible.

 when joel bottomed out into her with just one snap of his hips, the moan she released was like music to his ears. he threw his head back and squeezed his eyelids shut, a groan slipping past his lips as he pulled back just to bottom out back into her again. he gazed down at her as a stream of tears fell in rivers down either side of her face, his name along with a string of curses spilling from her lips.

 and joel thought to himself that this was the most complete he could remember feeling in years. 

 she reached up for his face and he obliged, letting his body fall down onto hers, their lips finding one another once again. joel’s pace was brutal, just the right mix of hard and deep that had her over the moon. for a moment, the entire world, fucked up as it was, and all it’s infecteds and humans and all living things seemed to melt away, leaving them, just them. 

 for at least a little while, it was just her and joel.

 “oh, joel,” she cried between kisses, his forehead resting against hers as he pounded into her sopping heat faster and faster, and she tightened around him, chasing both of their highs. her elbows rested on either of his shoulders and his fingers tugged at his hair, her hips grinding up into his, seeking even more friction. she wanted him deep, as deep as possible. 

 she was drunk again, drunk on joel.

 “oh fuck, oh, fuck!” she mewled and she clenched around him again, earning a string of grunts and groans from him. “i’m gonna— oh joel, you’re gonna make me come.” he nodded his head against hers, trying to catch his breath enough to speak. his hips dared thrust even harder, droplets of sweat dripping down onto her skin as he sent her tumbling over the edge. his hips stuttered when he came soon after, letting himself go inside of her, letting himself be vulnerable for someone else for the first time in a long time.

 silence fell down over them like a warm blanket as their sweat-slicked chests heaved, both chasing air back into their lungs. joel slid off of her and landed on the spot of the mattress beside her, one hand resting on his stomach, the other sliding behind her head to support it. she turned her head and blinked over at him, her lips curving up into the shape of a crescent moon as she turned herself onto her side, resting her hand on top of his. with the arm stretched behind her head, he drew her in closer until she was nestled into his side, his fingers finding his blanket and draping it over their bodies. 

 “you feeling alright?” he murmured and her smile grew, nodding. “i feel.. wonderful.”

a/n; so that fic i was talking about earlier today… yeah.. finished this sucker all in one sitting while rewatching episode two lol anyways i think i feel kind of good about my writing here, so hopefully you all enjoy<3 and as always, feel free to imagine either pedro’s joel or video game joel

So Wrong, It’s Right

Request: Ooo how about a Harry Wells rough smut????? ;)

A/N: This turned into a daddy kink with some jealous Harry. Hope you liked it!

Harrison Wells was going to Hell, of that he had been fairly certain of for quite some time. It was something that he knew for quite a few years now, but never so surely as he did in that moment. He knew that he shouldn’t, that he was dabbling into things better left alone, but something about you just….drew him in. He wasn’t the emotional type, wasn’t one to easily form attachments. In fact, Harry made it a point to push everyone away, so why you, of all people, got under his skin, he never really could explain.

Knowing that you were the forbidden fruit, maybe, tempted him. You were young, much to young to be with someone like him, or so he often told himself in the wee hours of the morning when he’d gaze at your sleeping face, but you were always so adamant about being ‘a grown ass woman.’ Those were your words not his, and to be fair, you did have a point.

You were twenty-six, far old enough to make your own decisions, but Harry still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. it didn’t help that it was a secret. Of course it was a secret. He was damn near twenty years older than you - eighteen to be exact. You loved to remind him of that as well, though the ease that it gave was short-lived. He didn’t want the others to know, to look at you differently….to look at him differently. It was a selfish desire but he couldn’t help it. Harrison Wells could be an, admittedly, selfish man.

You hated secrets. Hated keeping them even more, but Harrison Wells was a notoriously stubborn man and changing his mind was something you were sure God couldn’t even do. Sighing you glanced over your outfit for the day, head tilting as you let your gaze wander over yourself. Lips tugged into a smirk as you straightened, turning to check the back. If he wasn’t going to tell, fine, but you were going to make his life a living hell in the meantime.

Waltzing into the Cortex, your hips swayed, practically hearing the jaws drop on your way in. It was the reaction you knew you were going to get, doing your best not to smirk.

“Damn mami! Look at you!” Cisco complimented, slack jaw turning into a grin as he caught your eye. He stuck his thumbs up as your laugh filled the room. Winking at your long time friend you thanked him with a smile.

“Wow…you look……wow,” Barry fumbled, unable to properly form words as his gaze raked over your outfit. His eyes kept moving, flicking between your body and your eyes, doing his best not to stare. A quick elbow to the ribs from Iris had him quickly averting his gaze.

“What’s with the outfit?” the journalist asked, eyes looking you up and down curiously. You were always the more fashionable of the group, but this was…a bit much. You could admit it was though, the lace bustier with flowing high waisted shorts left little to the imagination and the heels that made your legs look like they went for miles certainly…..added to the appeal.

“Felt like dressing up,” you shrugged, dogging the truth easily. “I’m counting one less genius than usual,” you hummed, eyes shifting as you searched for your target.

“Oh? You mean the grouch?” Cisco scoffed as he came up beside you, arm tossing over your shoulder. “Where else would he be?” he mused, eyes unable to help themselves as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Ramon!” the sharp gravel tone had everyone jumping to attention as they turned towards the entrance. “Where’s that tech I told you to work on?” Harry quipped, pacing into the Cortex with a frown etched into his features.

“Oh uh…yeah, tech…totally. Yup, definitely did that,” the boy fumbled, quickly removing his arm from your shoulders as he scrambled back to his desk.

You turned slowly, a hand coming to your hip as you cocked it, eyes lifting to Harry as you watched the way he glanced at you only to whip his head back to you. It took everything in your entire being not to laugh at the way his eyes nearly bugged out of his head before composing himself. Oh, playing hard to get was he? You could play that game.

“Hi Harry,” You cooed, watching the way he gave you a curt nod before looking away. The struggle not to look at you was visible to you and you reveled in it. Humming softly, you turned to Cisco, hips swaying as you moved. Several pairs of eyes followed your movement, watching as you placed your hands on Cisco’s desk, leaning over, shorts clinging to your round hips as you bent.

Harry’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as he watched your clothes ride up and cling just shy of giving him a view of what he wanted. He knew you were doing this on purpose, that you were testing him. His heart pounded hard in his chest as heat quickly flooded south. He wanted nothing more that to press you flat against that desk, to have your back arch and your a-…..NO. No, he couldn’t do this here.

Tearing his gaze away, Harry glanced about the too, hoping he wasn’t caught blatantly ogling you. He wouldn’t have to worry about that though, nearly everyone in the Cortex doing the very same. The heat that had once tightened in his groin now boiled beneath his skin as he watched the way Barry’s eyes followed your every movement and Cisco was certainly not looking at your eyes as you spoke. Jaw tight, Harry squeezed the marker in his hand. “Ramon! Today!”

This was going to be along day…

And long day it was. Did you know how it killed him to listen to them? To see them practically screwing you with their eyes. The only solace Harry had was knowing that only he would ever be able to touch you in the way they were very clearly dreaming of. Still, that didn’t quell his rising anger and thinning patience. He knew you were egging him on, that you were purposefully flaunting your body around just to get under his skin. Harry didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning, but as he heard Cisco flirt for the upteenth time and you giggle at the man’s pitiful humor, Harry thought he was going to lose it.

His movements were sharp as he glared at his equation on the clear board, writing and rewriting as he tried to keep distracted. It was not working – to put it lightly, but the straw that broke the camel’s back was the loud smack that ran through the cortex followed by your yelp of surprise. The voice that followed had Harry seeing red.

“Damn girl! You fine!” Ralph’s voice filled the room, arm slinking back to his side from where he stood several feet away. “Name’s Ralph. New around here, but I gotta say, I like what I see,” he purred in what he believed to be a seductive tone.

Whipping around, Harry was ready to murder. “Out!” He snapped, point to the door. “Now!”

“Aw man, c’mon,” Ralph drawled, chuckling. Reading the room certainly hadn’t been taught to him as a child.

“If you value your ability to have children in the near future, I suggest you leave,” Harry growled out and, judging by the look on the brunette’s face, Ralph got the message loud and clear. Everyone grabbed their things in a flurry of movement, shuffling out of the room – you included.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy, a firm grip on your arm halting you in your steps. Several pitiful glances washed over you, but the glare in those pretty blues had them rushing out. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline leaving a soft tingle along your flesh. You were getting the reaction you wanted, hopefully the cookie would continue to crumble in your favor.

“I know what you’re doing,” Harry growled in your ear, a shiver racing down your spine.

“Oh? And what would that be?” you spoke with an innocent flutter of your lashes.

“Don’t you dare,” He growled, shoving you back against a nearby desk. Hands gripped your hips and tugged you close, eyes free to rake over your body now. “Wearing this, letting them eye fuck you all day,” he hissed, anger growing as he replayed their looks in his mind.

Smirking you looked up at the scientist through thick lashes. “Yeah? What you gonna do about it….daddy?” you purred. Harry’s eyes dilated at the name and in a swift movement he slammed you face first into the desk. The sound of ripped fabric had you objecting only for a hard smack stealing your breath away.

“..H-Harry,” you gasped, jolting at the second smack that reddened your cheeks. They were sharp and painful, yet the heat was undeniable as it pooled in your center.

“That’s not my name,” he grunted, another smack raining down onto your backside. The moan that whimpered past your sweet lips was music to his ears, heart beat pounding in his chest. All he was was you, all he felt was you, and he was going to make damn sure you felt him.

Your knees were weak, lips parted with hard gasps and cheeks red by the time you were flipped, a hard kiss stealing your breath away. You gave in easily, arms linking around Harry’s neck as his tongue forced it’s way into your mouth. He tasted every inch of you as hands scoured your body. Fingers dipped into the cups of your top, tugging down with no concern for the shreds of fabric he left in his wake. Lips parted with a wet smack only for his mouth to wrap around a pert nipple, the moan that tore from your throat striking him right in his core.

Fingers dove into Harry’s wild hair, back arching high as he sucked harshly. He knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild. “Fuck….Harry,” you groaned. Almost immediately he popped free, dragging you down the desk as his hand caught your throat.

“That’s. Not. My. Name,” Harry hissed against your lips, eyes low. “Say it right,” He grunted, hand gripping your jaw now as he forced your eyes to gaze into his. “Say it.”

“….Harry,” you smirked, reveling in the way he growled and shoved your head back. His hands fumbled as he tugged his belt off and shoved his jeans down. There was no care in the way he flipped you, dragging you back to his hips as he folded over your back.

“You have one more chance, doll,” he whispered low in your ear. It was your last chance for redemption. A chance you weren’t going to take.

“Or what….Harry?” you gasped, chest heaving as you gulped down much needed air. The growl in your ear sent pleasure straight to your core.

“Just know…this is your fault,” he warned, cock pressing into your wet folds. In one hard thrust he was hilt deep, the scream of pleasure igniting a fire inside of him. You were tight and wet and….god he loved being inside of you. Hissing softly, Harry dragged his hips back before snapping his hips forwards. There was no time to adjust as he set a relentless pace. Your moans echoed around the empty Cortex, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly they were turning white.

“What’s….uhn…my name?” Harry grunted, head lifting to gaze down at where the two of you connected, watching himself disappear into your tight heat.

“Oh god….” you gasped, eyes fluttering as each thrust bounced you against the desk. It was hard to think, let alone speak, but you weren’t going to give Harry what he wanted. At least not yet. “H…..Harry,” you spoke with a soft gasp, knees weak as he growled. Fingers dove into your hair, wrapping around the strands as he tugged hard. Your back arched high, Harry’s free hand slamming down against your ass.

“Fuck daddy!” you cried out, knees buckling. Harry smirked behind you, repeating the action and reveling in the moans that filtered from your lips. They were so sinfully sweet. He couldn’t get enough.

“Say it again,” He rasped in your ear, his breathlessness making you whimper. He was so deliciously rough when he was riled up.

“…Yes daddy,” you whined, yelping at the sudden hard thrust. God it felt so good. So so good.

“You’re mine and no one else’s,” Harry huffed, hand releasing your hair. Arms wrapped around your middle as you felt his face tuck into the curve of your neck.

“Yours,” you mumbled incoherently as he thrust hard and fast. One arm braced you against the table, the other reaching back to comb through Harry’s hair, mewling as he hit a particularly sensitive place. “Daddy~!” you whined, hips pressing back to meet each thrust. “Right there,” You gasped.

“Okay baby,” Harry breathed, hand sliding down your curves to your hip to keep that angle. Your cries grew in volume as he abused that sensitive spot and soon you couldn’t hold back. “Daddy…..oh god….Daddy! Daddy I’m…oh!…oh god!….oh…fuck!…fuck!…..Daddy!” Head tossing back, your grip on Harry’s hair tightened as your walls clenched hard around his cock. Your orgasm crashed into you in waves, entire body trembling as you mewled Harry’s name.

His orgasm was right behind yours, cock twitching with each thick rope he coated your walls with. Hard thrusts slowed to a halt as the two of you slumped against the desk. Silence encompassed your tired forms as your hearts settled and breathing regulated.

“Babe?” you hummed, turning in what small space you were allowed.

“Mmm?” Harry mumbled, face still tucked (happily) in the curve of your neck.

“…..Can I borrow some clothes?” you asked softly, voice unable to breach a whisper.

“Oh now you want to be covered?” Harry quipped, peeking at you with a smirk in his eyes.

“Harry…” you whined, only to feel his chuckle rumbled against your back.

“From now on, that outfit is only for me to see,” he grumbled, partially serious as lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Yes Daddy,” you muttered softly, giggling at the way his eyes dilated at the name.

Yeah, Harrison Wells was going to hell….but at least he had you until then.

Join Me - Peter Ballard

Show: Stranger Things

Pairing: f!reader x Peter Ballard/Henry creel/001

Tags: short (ish) fluff, Peter one-shot, fanfic

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, st4 spoilers!

Summary: Peter is under the impression that you died. Peter knows he cant live without you, but he soon wants revenge. Little does he know, you weren’t really gone after all.

Notes: This was so rushed I’m sorry if it ended up being terrible, feel free to correct me on any mistakes!!

This is also my first post on here!! I actually kind of like tumblr, and I’m planning on writing more here. Feel free to ask for requests. Preferably Peter Ballard but I also wrote down some more fandoms in my bio :)

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I'm totally in Love with your Storys !!🥰 Would you do an Imagine where Eli/Hawk bullys a girl (Nerd/Weeb) but due to a Event he falls in love? Thsnk you in advance !🤩

Hi! First of all, thanks a lot for your request! And for your kind words it is so nice to read this after the effort us writers put on our stories...🥺💚💚✨🌼 I hope you don’t mind but I am not very familiar with Weeb culture, so I don't want to offend anyone by writing about the reader in a wrong way. I therefore decided to go for a nerd, geeky reader. I hope you like it!

Warnings: perhaps some spoilers from season 3… I’m not sure but just in case… and language, as usual.

Word count: 1604

A/n: I had a lovely time writing this, but I think it has come out veeeery cheesy… Anyway, enjoy!

The table was filled with all sorts of geek handmade stuff. Banners with prizes and tins for donations surrounded it, praying ‘WE MISS YOU MIGUEL’ and ‘HELP MIGUEL GET OUT OF HOSPITAL’. You put your hands in your hips, proud of all the work you’ve done. Alongside your friend Demetri and some others, you’ve been painting t-shirts, creating earrings, pendants, rings and all sorts of things to help raise funds for Miguel’s surgery. Next to you, there was the Car Wash Sam had organised too. Any help was useful, and all of you had great ideas. Dimitri had made a website to sell all these things you’ve made, but today you had brought some lemonade and snacks for the people waiting in the queue. You were wearing your favourite show’s t-shirt and everything looked perfect.

Of course, until the Cobras Arrived.

You heard some motorcycles and looked in their direction. Dimitri cursed under his breath. 

‘Shit, not again…’

Led by Hawk, the boys got off their bikes and headed in your direction. The one with the mohawk went straight to your friend, who stood there, straight faced. 

You were pretty new at school. You had arrived a couple of months before the big fight when Miguel’s accident occurred and had become great friends with Dimitri because of your common interests. He has been the one who told you all about Eli, the “previous” Hawk. How shy and clever he was, and how they both shared amazing movie nights and scientific discussions. It was clear that Dimitri really missed Eli, but for some reason, Hawk was treating his friend terribly. And you. He didn’t even know you, but since you were part of Star Wars, Marvel, Harry Potter and many more fandoms, he seemed to hate you for barely existing.

‘Hey losers’ one of the boys behind him said.

‘What do you want?’ your friend asked, standing in front of you.

Suddenly, Hawk moved forward and stood in front of Dimitri. You had a feeling that something bad was going to happen so you took a step forward.

‘Look, guys, we don’t want any trouble. If you could please leave us…’

‘And who's this?’ Hawk said, smirking ‘You’ve found a girl as nerdy as you, Dimitri?’

‘Don’t call her a nerd!’

Both of them got closer and you started to worry your friend would end up wounded.

‘Please, leave us alone’.

‘Don’t tell me what to do, you freak. I can't believe you still like that childish crap’.

And then, they proceeded to destroy all the stuff you brought to sell. Kicking the table, all your things on the floor. After they were done, the took the money and one big boy said:

‘Now this, this is for Miguel. But raised by Cobra Kai’

They all started laughing. You stood in front of them and looked at Hawk directly in the eye.

‘Are you done?’ you crossed your arms over your chest.

The boy looked at you up and down. 

‘I’ll take that as a “yes”. Now get the fuck away from here before I call the police. At least I’m sure the money will go to Miguel’s cause and not somewhere else…’ you turned around and started picking things from the floor. You looked miserable taking the t-shirts from the ground, stained and soaked with lemonade. Dimitri and the other boys helped you do so and the Cobras said ‘Whatever, losers’ and started to leave.

However, Hawk stood there for a couple of seconds. He had been surprised by your courage and he even found that attractive?. The boy looked at you quietly, analysing your gestures. Surely Eli would have fallen in love with you, but not him, not Hawk. He was a badass and you were a nerd. No way. Though he actually felt bad for what they have done to you.

‘Hey, Hawk. Come on!’ his friend called him.

He shook his head and turned to them. Soon all of these weird emotions would have been forgotten. 

A couple of hours later, Hawk was heading home on his bike. He stopped at a red light near the car wash area and saw everyone had already left. However, he spotted a familiar figure sitting on the edge of the road. You were looking down, embracing a tiny cardboard box. He suddenly felt the urge to keep you company since it was getting dark, so he turned to the left and parked the bike right behind you.

‘Hey’ he said.

You looked behind you, and scoffed.

‘What do you want?’

Of course, he thought, she must be very annoyed. He realised your eyes were puffy. Certainly, right after the Cobras left, you took everything from the floor, but you started crying right away. Dimitri promised you everything would be alright and ran to get some more drinks to try and sell them anyway. 

‘Look, I… I’m sorry’. he said, sitting next to you. 

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. 

‘I shouldn’t have let the boys do that, and of course I shouldn’t have participated’

You looked down at your black Converse. 

‘Yeah…That was really mean’. 

Hawk felt really embarrassed. He wasn’t sure about why he had behaved like that, but now that he was talking to you, he felt terribly sorry.

‘What are you doing here? Alone, I mean’ he asked after a while.

‘Dimitri offered to take me home, but I told him I wanted to walk a bit, you know… After today…’

‘Yeah.. Oh, I just remembered’ Hawk said, picking something from his pocket ‘I brought the money back. As a way to say sorry’.

‘How did you…? you asked, taking it cautiously.

‘I told them I would take it to the Hospital’.

You nodded, caressing the paper bag.

‘Thank you’ you muttered after a while.

He smiled softly.

‘Don’t. I did something hideous, and I am really sorry. I’m just trying to mend it’.

You looked at him. He was remarkably cute, and the mohawk gave him that badass look. You shook your head in disbelief, how could you be thinking that? After how bad he treated you… 

Both of you remained silent. You moved the box a bit with your feet and he looked inside.

‘Have you… Have you made those?’ he said, pointing at the shirts.

You nodded. ‘I designed them and painted the original drawing. Dimitri copied it into 50 of them’ 

‘They are really cool’ he said, taking one and looking at it. ‘However, I think the Winter Soldier is way cooler than Captain America’. 

You chuckled a bit. ‘Yeah, I think so as well, but the boys said he would be more recognisable…’

Hawk looked at your profile. Your laugh had sounded like music to his ears and he started analysing the lines of your face. You felt his eyes on you and felt the heat rising to your head. He thought about how good it felt to be talking about something he used to like a lot with you and smiled to himself.

Then, you realised it was completely dark.

‘Oh, shit!’ you said, standing up ‘I better get going, I promised Dimitri to text him when I got home…’

‘I’ll take you’ Hawk said before he could stop himself.

You looked at him, shocked. What? Why would he take you home? 

‘You don’t have to…’

‘I… It’s no problem… I mean If you want to…’ he said, a hand in the back of his head now.

You smiled shyly.

‘Oh… Ok, then’.

You went hiding the box behind some bushes to get it the next day and followed Hawk to the motorcycle. He offered you his helmet and you put it on.

‘Thanks. How on earth do you put this on?’ you asked.

He chuckled.

‘Well… It’s the power of Hawk’.

You scoffed and he asked you to hold on to him. You climbed behind him and put your arms around his torso. You felt his abs behind his shirt and started to feel hot again. Jesus, Y/n... put yourself together! 

Once you arrived at your house, you dismounted the bike and handed Hawk the helmet. He looked at you with those puppy eyes of his and you nearly melted.

‘Thanks a lot for the ri…’

‘I’m really sorry, Y/n’ he blurted out.

‘It’s alright, Hawk, really. It was really nice talking to you’. you smiled.

He relaxed a bit and you could see he was blushing a bit. Looking down, both of you remained silent. Then, he opened his mouth when your phone started vibrating.

‘Oh, that must be Dimitri’ you said, refusing the call. ‘I… I’ll better get going’.

‘Yeah, yeah, of course…’ Hawk said, seeming disappointed.

You bit your lip and looked at him. Picking all the courage you had, you took a step closer to him and kissed him in the cheek.

‘Thanks again for the ride’ you said ‘See you around!’ 

And you ran to the house, your heart feeling about to explode and leaving Hawk looking at you in awe. He saw you running to your door and couldn’t help but think how hard he has fallen for you.

[M] Heat [I.M]

Wolf Hybrid!Changkyun x Female Reader

1,634 Words

Your roommate is a hybrid that apparently has a heat cycle he suffers through.

Warnings: Smut. Slight cum play, obvious breeding kink, it’s my first time writing this please be gentle

Tags: @gold–gucciempress @ladytea19 @wwevampireamongkpop @snooopid @dlcute @tipoftaehyungstongue @sailor–thot @fairyglitter-h @xuxisbabygirl [If you ever wanna be on my tag list, please let me know!]

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Hopelessly Devoted to You ☢

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You’ve been by Ellie’s side since she was little, a family figure and her protector, after both of your families passed away and you found one another in the QZ. So, when the gruff and demanding Joel Miller steps into the picture to take you both to the lab Ellie needs, the two of you don’t see eye to eye. But after time passes, attraction settles in and you and Joel might feel more for the other than you thought. 

A/N: hehe so it’s been a minute… i hope you all are doing well and happy new year to everyone!! the last of us show has been occupying my thoughts for the last two weeks oh my god and PEDRO?? i love him with everything in me, first mando and now joel fucking miller, so i had to write for him and i hope you guys enjoy this drabble and as always let me know what you think <3 be gentle with me, smut is hard to write T-T (i have never wished i was a steering wheel this badly before seeing this fucking gif) I already wanna write more 

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, AGE GAP (Reader is late twenties, Joel is like 56), language, near death experience, violence, oral f receiving, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, enemies to lovers ish, just filth, daddy kink, slight angst, mentions of death, injuries, tending wounds, rough!Joel, dom!Joel

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Fixation

Pairing: Top!Chan x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: Blowjobs, Oral Fixation, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Come Swallowing, Come Swapping, Slight Daddy Kink

There was nothing that felt better, nothing that could entrance you more than where you were right now; desperately sat between Chan’s spread legs, his cock pressed all the way into your mouth, the tip angrily stabbing at the back of your throat. He used his hands to grip tightly onto your hair, pulling when you licked along his length, tracing the bulging veins with your tongue. And when you pull off, attempting to breathe, he’d fuck his dick back into your mouth, relishing in the sound of you gagging. This was your favorite game to play and his to control. 

Chan had noticed before you did. It had only started small, biting your nails or sucking on things like pencils, pens, straws or popsicle sticks. Then you began to suck on the TV remote or sucking on your thumb like a child. However, nothing was out of the ordinary to you so you continued your routine as normal while Chan observed. But as time would tell, the objects kept getting absurd and Chan finally brought it up when he came home from work to find you on the couch, fingers dripping in drool and bleeding sightly as your teeth dug small nicks into the flesh. The sound of him gasping had snapped you out of your hypnotic trance and you pulled your fingers away, staring at him blankly. He sat beside you and questioned you about it, surprised when you mentioned that you weren’t really aware of the habit occurring. He reassured you it would be okay and he would be there to help. So that night you both ordered take-out and brought your laptops out to do extensive research. 

An ‘Oral Fixation’ is what they called it. It wasn’t a bad thing and seemed pretty common and unharmful but Chan did make a good point that you were borderline committing cannibalism. You both erupted in laughter and spent the rest of the night drunk on the couch, kissing as cheesy romcom movies played in the background. 

Everything was fine at first and your fixation hadn’t caused any troubles; That was until the need for something more grew. Chewing gum or sucking pens didn’t feel as good anymore and you felt a craving for something bigger, something better. You didn’t want to bother Chan with your problems despite him wanting to help you with it, so you did your best to ignore the feeling while simultaneously searching for another object. 

It was a complete accident at first. Chan had come home stressed out and the circles surrounding his eyes were darker than ever. He plopped down on the couch next to you and tossed his head back, hands coming to rub along his face. Neither of you spoke for a while and you just stared at him, watching as he became lost in his train of thought. It was then that you just stood, clumsily sliding in between his spread out legs and falling onto your knees. He hadn’t registered your shift in positions until you were grabbing his belt to unbuckle it. He opened his lips to say something but you shushed him and smiled. 

“If you want me to stop then tell me, but if it’s anything else then save it. Let me make you feel good, you deserve it.” 

He nodded slowly and not long after you were deep-throating him to the best of your abilities, choking as he fucked up into your mouth, groans echoing in the small living room. When he finally came down your throat, grounding his hips into your face, you realized this was exactly the object you were looking for. God, were you truly fucked.

You stayed silent about your newfound discovery, trying to hide it but it was increasingly hard as you felt the need to initiate more blowjob sessions. Chan was started to put the puzzle pieces together and soon he had connected the dots. So here you two were again, another living room meeting about your fixation. He mentioned his theory and your face bloomed red as you ashamedly admitted he was right. He chuckled and told you it was okay and if it was what you needed or wanted then he had no objections. You still felt embarrassed slightly but he kept reassuring you with soft words and before the night was over he had fucked the embarrassment right out of you. 

And now, here you were present day, his cock nestled between your lips as you glanced up at him with teary eyes. He cooed and traced over your cheek with his thumb, pushing the plush flesh in slightly. You whined and swallowed around him, pleased to hear a guttural groan escape from him.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. You like daddy’s dick so much, don’t you? You’d probably die without it.” He teased, slightly rocking his hips and you nodded, moaning loudly as you attempted to bob your head. He pulled tight on your hair to stop you, tsking softly. “You know better, baby girl. Don’t make daddy mad or you’ll go without his cock for the rest of the week.” The threat was clear and well-meant and you shook your head the best you could, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you brokenly sobbed. Chan only smiles sickeningly sweet, eyes playful as he pulls your head back slowly. His cock pops free and you immediately try to suck it back in, tongue rolling out in a last desperate attempt. 

“It’s pathetic, really. Who would’ve known you’d become such a slut for my dick. It’s all you ever want, huh? You just want me to keep fucking your pretty mouth, filling you up with all my of my cum.” His words are cruel and the mocking tone in his voice has you rubbing your thighs together, frenetically searching for any form of release. He laughs in your face, watching you with a twinkle in his eyes. “What do you want, baby girl? Entertain daddy.” 

A gasp came before any words, broken and whiny. “P-please daddy, please fuck my throat. I’ve been your good girl, please I need it. I can’t live without your cock.” You lean closer, eyes wet as you feel his tip brush against your lips. 

“I guess you’ve been good. Keep being good for me, yeah? Open up, darling.” You quickly follow suit, mouth wide and inviting as he slowly slides back in to the hilt. You let out a straight-up pornographic moan, eyes crossing as he immediately begins to pull out, pushing back in roughly. The pace he sets is quick, erratic and so intoxicating. Every sense is clogged with Chan, Chan, Chan. It’s all you can breathe and feel. 

Chan is unforgiving in his thrusts, his grip on your hair causing a sharp throb to pound over your mind but you only moan, the pain amplifying the pleasure. You close your eyes but a heavy slap against your cheek has them opening wide, staring up into his own. “Eyes open, slut. Look at me.” You can tell he’s trying to maintain his calm, controlled exterior but the telltale signs of him losing it are clear as day, especially as his hips struggle to keep his steady pace. 

The room is filled with wet sounds and moans, loud and so very exhilarating and the noises only egg you both on, the whole filthiness of the situation so intense and wild that you can’t help but let out the loudest whine. And completely unstimulated, your eyes are rolling back, coming undone underneath Chan. When you’re finally back on Earth, Chan is holding your head between his hands and with one final thrust, he’s burying himself completely down your throat and releasing. His cum floods your mouth, coating every inch of it and you sputter around it, the liquid seeping out around his dick. You whimper quietly as he slowly begins to pull his softening cock out.

Before you can swallow his load, Chan is falling to your side, kissing you so passionately and pushing his tongue between your lips. You moan as you feel him licking around your mouth, his throat swallowing down his own come and your spit. It’s so filthy but so hot and you cling onto him, clambering into his lap as he grabs your ass with both hands. He pulls back slowly, gazing into your eyes with a smirk on his lips. “You’re absolutely going to be the death of me, baby. I swear.” His voice is nothing but a whisper, delicate and cracked. You giggle instead of responding, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head against his chest. And truly, there was nothing that felt better, nowhere that felt safer, than being here with Chan. 

Bad Tension | Lee Minho (m)

Summary:

Minho has been your roommate for the last two years, but there is so much thick bad tension in the air. Will he break that tension, or will you cave at his will? 

Pairings: Lee Minho x Female Reader

Genre: Smut /Angst /Fluff /Roomates to lovers trope

Word count: 4153

Warnings: oral (f) receiving, swearing, so much pent up tension, unprotected sex.

A/N: I started writing this the day before @particularemu​ went on her week hiatus. I wanted to surprise her with it when she returned. So Nicole, sorry it’s a little late getting to you. I know you are probably tired of hearing me say this, but I absolutely admire you and love you so much! i hope this little Minho thing puts a smile on your face. You are such a strong lady. Thotracha has your back. Thank you @sapphiretsuki​ for editing this beast for me.

You and Minho have been roommates for a few years now. What started as a seemingly great thing, quickly turned south. You both have never gotten along one bit. He’s a huge slob. He leaves messes everywhere, leaving dishes filled to the brim in the sink, dirty clothes thrown all over the place, not to mention the females he brings home almost nightly.

You practically cringe every time he walks through the door with a pretty blonde hanging off his shoulder. That’s how he likes them, blonde and dressed like sluts that hang out in the alley ways around town. He will take anyone home that will drop to their knees for him. 

You are sitting on the couch, minding your own business, channel surfing with very little luck. Minho comes stumbling through the front door. 

Oh look he’s got a blonde with him. No surprise there. You roll your eyes.

They are laughing and giggling with one another. You almost vomit in your mouth at the sight. 

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Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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Homecoming (M)

Pairing: NCT Johnny ♡ Female!Reader

Description: When a high school reunion drags you back from the bustling city to your hometown, you can’t help but feel inadequate compared your friends’ settled lives, who have thing you want most— kids. You may get your most desperate wish when your long-lost best friend sweeps into town, not quite the introverted nerd he was from 10 years ago.

Genre: high school reunion au smut | romance  WC: 16k Warnings: graphic smut (Dom! Johnny + Sub! Reader, dirty talk, !!!pregnancy kink!!!, unprotected sex, oral sex, rough sex, bulge kink, slight exhibitionism, footsie, slight cum eating, overstimulation), mentions of adultery

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