Legolas

okay but simon needing you to ride him after a long ass day and it's just grinding and sticky and messy and hot and gentle and he's got his face buried in your neck

I’m imaging aftercare with Simon is just him going silent after cumming, looking at you as you pant, dick softening inside you… He’s just towering over you, expression blank…and for a second you get scared but then he laughs, kisses your forehead and says “Did so well for me, sweetheart, amazing. You are really my love.”

- anon

WUHHHHHHHHHHH i decided to combine these two bc soft!simon??????? soft sex with soft!simon???!?!?!?!?!??!? it has me biting my fist to control my screams. i mean, with simon can you really control yours?

simon who comes into your shared space with heavy footsteps and dragging his feet on the ground. feels instant relief when he sees you rounding the corner to come greet him so sweetly. especially when you notice the way his shoulders sag so tiredly and all he wants to do is be close to you. it has you grabbing his hand and taking him to the bedroom where you gently push him onto the bed.

"m'tired, love. can't take care of you the way i want to tonight," he slurs out. n you just kiss his cheek and climb into his lap as he puts his hands on your hips. makes no effort to stop you, knows that you know best. no point in arguing.

"let me take care of you tonight, si. always treat me so well, work so hard. gotta say thank you properly," you whisper into his ears and he groans a little at that while you slowly grind your hips against his. he leans back against the headboard while you brace against your chest and run your hips against his clothed dick. you can feel him getting harder underneath you and how his adam's apple bobs with a hard swallow.

"c'mon, love. need you," his whispers out under his breath. you kiss at his jaw so you can lift your hips up and pull his pants off him. you reach down to stroke his dick a couple times too while he helps you take off yours.

"been so good to me, simon. let me show you how thankful i am," you say and pump him a couple more times as he groans. he squeezes at your hips and shuts his eyes when he feels your fingers trace the veins of his. and when you finally sink down on it? he lets out an unhinged groan and shudders underneath you.

you bounce a couple of times but then he holds your hips still. "sorry, sorry. s'good. feels good, but i love the way you feel wrapped around my cock. want to keep you on me as long as possible." he admits softly and looks at you with pleading eyes. and who are you to deny those puppy dog browns? his lips are parted when you heed his request and just grind.

makes him grunt out and leans his head onto your shoulder as you keep rolling your hips over his cock. that way you're stirring him inside of you has his cock leaking. you can feel yourself getting slicker because of him. can hear it too.

"how you doin', si?" you grin as you rotate your hips. he's panting against your shoulder and hugs you closer by the waist. he begins to subtly grind his hips back as he can't get enough of the way you feel.

"feels like fuckin' heaven," he grunts out and kisses the column of your throat. he takes a couple of more breaths with his eyes closed and face hidden in the crook of your neck.

you laugh a little and make sure to clench down on him. has his dick jumping inside of you. makes those sticky, sweet noises from where you're connected. if you were able to lean back at all, you'd definitely see the strings of cum that connect the two of you. drips all the way down his balls that clench and twitch when you grind down so hard on him. arms wrapped around your waist to aid him bucking upwards in just the slightest while a hand manages to grab your ass. kneads it like a stress ball.

"am i the heaven you're fucking?"

he lets out a moan that comes from deep in his chest. he whimpers against you. nods against your skin and his lips graze your collarbone as he does. "mm, heaven, hell. fuckin' perfect. the way you feel is downright sinful, darling."

that has you moaning and panting with the way he makes sure to rub inside you just right. "i'm supposed to be the one taking care of you, simon. let me do the work." he shakes his head as he keeps moving you back and forth on him. he chases your dripping hole when you move in just the slightest. dick can't slip out of you at all.

"mm, can't help it. feels too good. always loved fucking you."

you hear him whine out and just let him have your way with you while you grab onto him. let him grind so messily against you that it hits all the right spots. he can't control the sounds that come out of him as he lets out soft sounds in your ears. you can tell he's getting closer and closer. you're pretty sure he doesn't even realize that he's cum when he floods you. just takes advantage of becoming stickier and slicker inside you to keep stimulating his cock. is obsessed with the warmth of his cum in you and your hot walls squeezing down on him.

eventually his hips still. he catches his breath with his head still down, you can feel his breaths on your chest as you stroke the back of his head. he lets out a little moan when you try to shift from the uncomfortable stretch and the way he's spilled so deep inside of you. but he just waits until his dick softens inside of you and keeps you close. doesn't even say a word.

"si?" you ask him while cupping his cheek. he just pants shallowly when you pull back and gaze at his face. he looks so out of it, but you're certain that his pupils are in the shape of heart eyes when he gazes at you. "talk to me, babe. how you doin'?"

his eyes refocus on you and he gives you an adoring smile. pulls you in for a kiss and rubs his hands up and down your back. "mm, did so good f'me. thank you, love. love you so much."

"i love you, si," you respond with a kiss to his cheek. he sighs tiredly and holds you close to his chest. he lets you pull off of him so you can clean yourselves up enough.

"make it up to you in the mornin'. swear on it. gonna reward you an' let you cum as many times as you wan'."

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things to manifest: rich girl edition ★

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★ a bodyguard (maybe enemies to lovers??)

★ a fancy private school

★ your family's personal private island

★ your dream car (tesla, rolls, mercedes)

★ maids/servants

★ a gazillion dollar mansion

★ luxury cars

★ fine dining and gourmet meals

★ high end jewlery, bags and clothing

★ beats headphones

★ a beach house!!

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★ a yacht

★ a private island

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xavier x fem

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summary; you -- a vampire -- are shocked to hear the favour that your boyfriend is desperate for, but what he didn't know is that you were just as desperate as him...

word count; 1,416

You and Xavier had just finished up with your homework (in which he did half) and we’re now getting settled in his bed, currently wearing a singlet and a pair of sweatpants you stole from him.

“Well now that we have that done, i guess i owe you a favour now. Anything you want, its yours” you said, crawling in between his legs, your chin on your hands and looking up at him with a cheeky plum-lipped smile.

“Yeah, you do. You know, if you got more sleep, then you would remember more things from class” He teased.

“You know it’s vampire instinct to go out at night! God, i don’t know how the other vamps manage to stay asleep” You pondered. You broke eye contact, circling your tongue around your left fang -- a habit you had when you were thinking. You felt Xavier’s body stiffen, then say your name.

“i know what i want for my favour” He spoke, breathing out of his mouth now. You propped yourself up so you were now kneeling in between his legs rather than laying down.

“Already? I would have thought you were gonna save it for something like art tips, or dinner, or--”

“I want you to bite me”

The answer took you by surprise, so much so you paused your talking to just look at him in slight shock.

"I- What?" You chuckled slightly, not knowing if you had heard the correct thing. He took a heavy breath before replying.

"I want you to bite me" He answered more clearly this time. Yep, you heard the right thing. You weren't sure what to say for a moment. Vampires biting other non-vampires was strictly against Nevermore rules.

"Xavier are you- Are you crazy? Do you know how much trouble I could get into if someone saw the mark it would leave?" You asked in shock, this was something you had never expected him to ask for.

"So then ill wear my hair down" He answered quickly and plainly.

"You don't know the side effects, Xavier" You shook your head.

"So educate me, then" He answered plainly again. This was so unlike him?

"A non-vampire getting bit and infected with vampire venom is more serious than you think. Too much poison, then they die. Not enough. poison, it'll hurt like hell and won't be pleasant" You paused, seeing that his facial expression had not changed yet.

"When tasting pure blood -- that's what we call non-vampire blood -- it can be incredibly hard to stop. Some vampires don't even realise they're releasing venom into the victims bloodstream until they stop feeling a pulse. Its like a drug to us, and I'm not putting you in that short of danger" You continued, remaining a stern look on your face.

"I trust you" He replied. He leaned forward and grabbed your hips, pulling you so you weren't straddling him and he was against the headboard.

"You shouldn't. Ive never tasted pure-blood before. Im not sure if ill have the strength to stop"

"Then ill let you know when it becomes too much" He pleaded, his eyes practically drilling into yours.

"You won't be able to. It works both ways. We would both be too busy feeling euphoric. The blood filling the gaping hole in my stomach that no animals blood could ever give, and the venom going straight to your heart and brain, giving us both a feeling that we've never felt before" You finished, trying your very best to talk him out of it. If you were honest, you've always wanted to taste pure-blood, but lots vampires who have don't end up keeping the victim alive.

"I'll still trust you. C'mon, Y/n, you said anything" He pleaded, his hands making soft swirls on your sides.

"Not when your life is on the line!" You urged. You sighed and put your head down. "I could kill you, Xavier. I'd be chased, hunted, and eventually burned at the stake. If this goes sideways, it's game over" You spoke quietly. He lifted your chin to look at you again.

"I trust you. If that means putting my life on the line, then so be it" He replied. "Don't lie to yourself, i know its something that we both have been wanting to try for a while now"

He was right. There was no point lying and saying you haven't, because he would be able to see right through you. You put your index and middle finger to his jugular on his right. The pulse quickened, and it made you thirsty at the thought of it.

"Mm, don't tempt me"

"Please" He begged in a low voice, flickering his eyelids. He knew that whenever he did that, you would give him anything he wants. You shuffled your hips forward a bit more to get more comfortable, and that was when he knew it was about to happen.

You bent forward and came nose to nose with his jugular. You couldn't hear his heart beat and could practically see the vein pumping. Your mouth watered with poison, and you swallowed in slight fear.

"Are you ready?" You whispered. He nodded and angled his neck away from you to give you easier access.

"This might hurt a bit" Was the last thing you said before losing all patience. You pierced your needle-sharp teeth into the centre of the vein, hearing a sharp gasp from Xavier.

His blood pooled in your mouth and spilled out from the sides of your lips. Your pupils dilated as you were overtaken by a sudden wave of overbearing pleasure. It was like drinking liquid gold, or if heaven was converted into a liquid. You groaned as you sucked harshly, grabbing the other side of his neck to push him closer to you.

For Xavier, it hurt at first. It felt like two sharp pencils being stabbed right in the vein, but it only took a few seconds until the venom had already started taking effect.

Getting high with Ajax was less than nothing compared to this. He felt like he was floating, so much so he didn't even notice your hand hastily grabbing the other side of his neck. He was swimming in pure bliss, the venom quickly making its way through his bloodstream.

You continued savagely drinking like a lion who hasn't had anything to eat in the last month. You were aware that everyones blood tastes different, but you only wanted Xavier's. You didn't have anything else on your mind. Just blood.

Thirsty, blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier, Xavier, Xavier-

You were knocked out of your frenzy when the thought of Xavier caught your mind. Not blood, not Xavier's blood, but just Xavier. You pulled away, making eye contact with the pools of scarlet blood on his bed sheets, the dripping bite wound, and the wine-coloured lip mark surrounding it.

"Xavier? Xavier!" You called while cupping his face in both your hands and turning him to face you. "Xavier, are you alright?"

He looked at you with a half-lidded dazed expression. "told you so" He managed to say with a smile. It concerned you how out-of-it he seemed, so you checked his pulse on the other side of his neck, a purple bruise already forming from how viciously you had previously grabbed him.

His pulse was shallow. Shallow, perhaps, but it was there.

"Are you feeling okay?" You asked, grabbing several tissues from the box on his nightstand and dabbing at the wound. He winced at the feeling. "Mhm. Just tired" He yawned.

"That's the lack of blood, but your heart is pumping more as we speak. You can go to sleep if you like" You reassured, still dabbing at the puncture wounds.

"And the venom?" He asked quietly. You gave a small smile before replying.

"Well since you're alive right now, im guessing less than 50 millilitres of venom entered your bloodstream, meaning it'll take a few days to a week for your heart to work it out. During the next week you might experience withdrawals as if you were a crack addict. Its going to be hard, bu-"

You stopped when you realised he was already asleep. You smiled and went tot he bathroom to get a towel to wipe your mouth and neck with. You brought the same towel back to the bed to place over the blood on the bed that was still wet, and placed a bandaid on the wound.

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Could you do Daddy kink König x fem reader pls 🙏👉👈

König w/ a Daddy Kink

Warnings: 18+, Daddy Kink, Dominant König, Breeding Kink, Forced Breeding Kink, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con Kink (König would never force himself on you; he loves you very much and everything you do together is explicitly consensual), Somnophilia, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Submissive Reader, Fem Reader, Spanking, Discipline, Punishment, Petnames, Pussy Slapping, Plugging, Sadism, König’s dick is H U G E, Profanity, Fluff, etc.

DADDY KONIG AAAAAAAHHHHHH

Okay, Dom König absolutely has a daddy kink.

And you realised it by accident when you screamed “Daddy!” as he made you cum.

Body riddled with the ebbing of your orgasm, heaving chest flush against König’s, you lolled against him, perfectly oblivious to what you’d unearthed in König.

“What was that, Engel?” König said, panting, twitching, head tilting as he looked down at you.

You could barely talk, nevermind move.

When you didn’t answer, still panting heavily, König took your face in his hand, gripping your jaw, making you wince.

“Don’t test my patience, Engel.” His voice was low and rasping with lust. “I’m sure you don’t want me to pound you again. Not while you’re so…” He pressed his fingers against the bruised, sensitive skin of your lips.

You yelped, back arching, pushing you further into König’s chest.

“I…I called you…” Your gaze fell from his sharp eyes, drifting off to the side, shame obscuring your confidence and rendering you incapable of facing him.

“Go on,” König encouraged. “Say it.”

“Daddy…”

König shivered, his skin breaking out into goosebumps. He sucked in a hiss between his teeth, and, slowly, ground his half-hard cock against your aching flower. You whined. König growled.

“Mmmh, Darling,” his breath shuttered, “such a good girl.”

König rubbed against your clit, making you moan - cry - against him.

“M’gonna fuck you so hard ‘til–”

He groaned, his tip catching your lips. God, so tempting - so inviting.

“‘Til you make me a daddy.”

Expect many thorough breeding sessions after this.

Literally just König filling you until you look and feel like you’re about to burst, only for him to plug you and make you keep his seed inside you.

“Pull it out and I’ll keep going until you actually pop.”

Definitely into somnophilia.

Will wake up at an odd hour of the morning with a raging hard-on and will just feed his length into your pussy, feeling you squeeze him while you sleep.

“Gonna fill you up, Baby,” he’d whisper in your ear, giving a low moan when you shift in your sleep and invite him deeper.

If you wake up during this and tell König to: “Nnng, stop - please, don’t–”

You’re just gonna make him cum harder, draw him to his end quicker.

That being said, he has a slight (massive) dub-con kink.

Also, consensual forced breeding kink.

“N-no! Please, Daddy, I don’t wanna get pregnant–”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” König hissed, his cock bulging in your stomach, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

“I’ll breed you as much as I like; m’gonna make sure you never leave this house again–” he moaned as he felt himself succumbing to his release, his member twitching. “So beautiful – you’re gonna look so pretty, swollen with my offspring.”

Well, given you actually want to bring a child into the world, of course.

If not, you and König can simply pretend, still indulging König’s daddy kink at every given opportunity.

König refuses to let you refer to him by anything other than ‘Daddy’ when he’s in the mood - failure to do so results in some serious pussy slapping.

Doesn’t matter how sensitive you are; he’s going to make sure you remember to call him Daddy next time.

The same goes for if you start being bratty.

König’s kink is not an invitation for you to start acting fussy.

“Oh, it’s too big?” he said, his eyes wide – mirroring and mocking your expression – inching his cock inside you, stretching you over him.

You whined, scowling, eyes doe and glistening.

“Daddy, it hurts!” you squealed. “Take it out, please–”

“Shh, Princess. Don’t make me angry.” König said, his eyes darkening. “Or I’ll make it hurt more.”

Definitely into discipline and spanking.

Will sometimes do it even if you haven’t warranted it.

Slaps your backside and thighs with his belt, breath quivering when he hears the sound of leather against skin, sees the red marks across your body.

And when a wide-eyed, confused expression crosses your face, he just smiles cruelly down at you.

“Shouldn’t be walking around with that tight little ass if you didn’t want me to hit it.”

In more ways than one *wink*.

Outside of the bedroom, calling König ‘Daddy’ is a proven way to get him to do anything for you.

Just bat your eyelashes at him and say in your softest voice: “Daddyyy, the cookie jar’s too far away; will you get it for me?”

And he’s DONE.

“Of course, Princess. Anything for you.”

He’s just so whipped for you.

Looks at you like you’re the Universe and all its celestial creations.

Tends to your every need, without question or hesitation.

Literally will not rest until all your needs are met and surpassed.

Sit in his lap, PLEASE.

He’ll literally just die in his seat if you do. Regardless of how dominant König’s feeling, he’s still vulnerable to your gentle advances.

And just vulnerable to you, to be honest.

But love will do that to a person, and König, a man whose profession made him think he was forced never to feel love himself, has never wanted to protect something - or someone - more.

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hii! can i request where e42 miles and reader

break up and the reader finds someone new, and miles gets jealous, and so on.

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pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42! miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ miles breaks up with you to keep you safe from his prowler business. he expected that you would move on eventually, but that didn’t mean that he had to be okay with that.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, hurt/comfort, possessivenesses, threatening, miles is a lil toxic, cheating (not on reader and don’t do this to people), breaking up then getting back together, a little suggestive in the end.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ bonito: handsome/pretty boy, carajo: shit, (mi) princesa: (my) princess.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i love seeing miles following after the reader like a puppy, i hope you enjoy that as well!

"you can't do this to me!" you exclaimed. "to us!"

his face was stone cold and just like the first time you two met, you couldn't read his eyes at all so you didn't know if he really wanted this or if he was doing it for some other selfish reason.

where did it all went wrong? you two were happy together then suddenly he was distant and cold towards you, pushing you away little by little until you finally noticed and confronted him about it and there you were now. him admitting to having loss feelings for you and breaking your heart with two words 'break up'.

"listen, it was all good, i won't lie. but things change, feelings change and i don't want you anymore." miles shrugged.

"this is just so easy for you, isn't it?" you snarled at him, then pointed to the door of your bedroom. "get out." you had refused to shed even a single tear in front of him.

"i don't want to end things on bad terms, ma." miles put his hands up.

"should've thought about it before you said you 'didn't want me anymore' as if i'm some object." you snapped at him. "now, get out of my house."

you started pushing him towards the door of your bedroom and when you pushed him out, you slammed the door shut behind him, locking it in the process. you leaned back against it and slid down, your hands coming up to your face, tears furiously falling down like a waterfall from your eyes, and sobs coming out of your throat one after another.

you sighed at the memory, your emotions had been uncontrollable and you never wanted to go through that again. that hurt like nothing else had hurt you in this world and you hated miles for being the cause of it.

now marked two months of your break up and last week you decided to give relationships a try again, but not before making sure that this guy you were going out with wasn't a stone hearted dumbass criminal that would leave you as if you were simple trash.

"how about this one?" your boyfriend, lucas, asked.

"yeah." you nodded pretending to like the plushie he was choosing to take out of the machine for you, he was so nice and it left a pain in your chest that you didn't feel anything for him.

sure, you liked him but it was a platonic feeling. you tried hard the past few days to at least feel a little spark with him but it was all in vain.

"you don't like it, do you?" he gave a shy smile, scratching his ear. something you noticed that he did when he was nervous or embarrassed. "it's okay, choose one and i'll take it out."

you tried to give him a comforting smile, but it came out awkward. "i like that one." you pointed at the one you liked the most.

lucas nodded and put the amount of money needed in the machine and started guiding the control towards the plushie you chose.

"come on, bonito, you can do it!" you encouraged him, accidentally calling him by the pet name you used to call miles. even though it was an accident you made no attempt to correct it and instead dismissed the thought of miles (or at least tried to).

"carajo!" lucas exclaimed when the plushie fell back down after picking up with the metal grabber. of course he was hispanic, you just loved them.

"move, man." lucas got pushed away from the machine. "let me show you how to do this properly."

"you can't be serious." you deadpanned at miles. "what are you doing here, miles?"

"it's an arcade, mami." miles said innocently. "anyone can come here."

you rolled your eyes, but he was right.

lucas frowned at miles, "if you wanted to use it, you could've just asked. no need to be fucking aggressive."

miles ignored him for a moment, putting money inside the machine, controlling the metal grabber thing and grabbing the exact plushie you had picked out and successfully pulling it out of the machine, bending down to take it out and giving it to you.

"here, princess." he said, but when you didn't take it he just grabbed your arm and put it around the plushie. "remember that you only have one bonito in your life." he told you, eyes going hard a little bit but they turned to complete stone when he looked at lucas. "and you, watch your tone."

"who the fuck do you think you are?" lucas asked, angrily.

"her one and only." miles shrugged and walked away.

his corny ass.

"don't listen to him," you told lucas and started making your way to the nearest trash can, pulling him along and throwing the plushie inside. "let's go somewhere else."

you and lucas had been dating for three weeks now and outdoor dates were impossible for both of you because miles kept showing up everywhere you two went, always finding a way to put some type of claim over you in front of lucas and you could tell that the boy was getting tired of miles since once his sweet soul even tried to talk things out without using violence but it ended with miles punching him and a fight breaking out between the two that miles, obviously, won.

now, you and lucas were hanging outside school waiting for your group of friends to come out so you could all go to the park together.

"we could skate." you suggested when lucas asked for ideas of what to do for your next date.

"that sounds dangerous."

miles would've agreed about skating together, you and him enjoyed doing that a lot. he taught you how to do it and it bought back fond memories.

"what about playing board games?"

"that's boring to do with a girlfriend."

miles enjoyed beating you every single time so he would have agreed to play that with you in a heartbeat.

"oh! how about painting?"

"i don't know how to paint."

miles was an artist, he did graffiti and sketched (sometimes). he had taught you how to draw many things and would've said yes to that idea just to feel the intimacy of teaching you more stuff.

"then come up with something on your own." you rolled your eyes.

"come on, sweetheart." lucas laughed. "are you really going to get mad at me for that?"

"of course, she will." miles suddenly appeared again. "you're boring as fuck, man. which is why she would never be yours."

"miles, don't start." you said, already tired if his ass. but deep inside you even if you didn't want to acknowledge it, you always looked forward to the moment that he would show up.

"hola, princesa." miles smirked, looking at you up and down. "you look good."

he said that even though you were wearing the uniform but it made you feel warm inside.

"can you leave my girlfriend alone?"

"can you stop calling her yours?" miles raised an eyebrow. "she is not yours and would never be. she already belongs to me."

"i belong to none of you, i'm my own person." you said, why the fuck were they talking like you weren't there?

miles chuckled, a deep one that had his head throwing back and he looked at you, a dark glint in his eyes. "you and i both know that is not true." then he leaned in to you, but lucas pushed him away. "see you later, princesa. mi princesa." he added the last bit with a smirk.

"and you're lucky i'm in a hurry, or i would've knocked your ass down." he told lucas then winked your way before finally leaving.

as you laid on your bed, you couldn't help but think about everything that has happened this past few weeks that had to do with miles.

at first after your break up he ignored you completely and it wasn't like you wanted to talk to him, but if he wanted to be on good terms he could have at least spoken to you and apologize yet he didn't.

then the moment you started dating again, he suddenly reappeared in your life. acting as if you were an object that he had absolute possession of, and it made you so mad that the only way to get his attention was to be with someone else.

"you dumb bitch." you cursed, slapping your hand against your face. "this whole time..."

this whole time you were just trying to get miles' attention or trying to replace him with lucas, you weren't trying to 'give relationships a try again' it was all bullshit.

you have been comparing every single thing that lucas did to miles, every single decision that lucas had made would make you think of what miles would do in his place. it was like you were wishing that lucas would turn into miles this entire time.

"i have to see him..." you whispered. "now."

you stood up, not even bothering to change out of your pijamas and ran out of your house and into the dangerous night. miles lived two blocks away and you hoped that he wasn't doing some prowler business since it was at this time in which he would normally work.

when you got there, you grabbed the key hiding in the plant pot and opened the door. you left all regrets behind you and stepped in, there was no movement in the kitchen area and the living room so ms. morales was probably doing a night shift.

"miles?" you called out, then made your way to his room. "miles." you stood outside the door of his room and sighed before knocking.

“hey, princesa.”

you jumped and turned around. miles was standing right behind you, head cocked to the side looking at you up and down.

“gosh, you scared me.” you put a hand on your chest.

“you’re the one in my house.” miles said.

you realized that he was wearing his prowler fit so he must have just come back from some mission.

“i want you to tell me what do you want with me?” you went straight to the point.

“i want everything with you. get marry, have kids, die together and all of that corny ass shit.” miles sighed.

“then why did you break up with me?” you asked, hurt clear in your voice.

“i was threaten by someone, this person is way too dangerous and they found out about you and i just couldn’t let you be hurt, i mean you’re everything to me.” miles confessed. “but now, they aren’t a problem anymore. it took time but my uncle and i took care of it.”

“so this person only happened to know about me? what about your mom?” you raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“thankfully, they didn’t know about my mom but the only reason they found out about you was because i made the mistake of going to your house right after a mission.” he explained.

you nodded, not knowing if you should believe him but it didn’t matter. nothing mattered anymore because you wanted miles and his name and face was the only thing in your mind.

“i want you to end things with that little hispanic boy.” miles said after a while of silence.

“you’re hispanic too.” you said with a little smirk.

“i know, that’s why you got with him.” miles grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss which you reciprocated.

your arms came around his neck while one of his came around your waist and the other hand grabbed a handful of your ass making you let out a gasp into the kiss. “mine.” he murmured. “all mine.”

“all yours.” you agreed before connecting your lips with his again.

his lips tasted sweet and you weren’t surprised because they always had that taste on them, making you want more of it and you couldn’t get enough. you needed him to keep kissing you all night long, in the morning, the afternoon and during the night again. you wanted his kisses to last forever.

“who’s the only bonito in your life, princesa?” he asked as he kissed down your neck, biting softly here and there.

you didn’t answer, too lost in the feeling of his lips and the pleasure that they were bringing you which caused miles to let go of your ass so that he could wrap his hand around the back of your neck and pull your face to look at him.

“answer me.” it sounded like an order and knowing miles you had no doubt it was.

“you are.” you told him, a little breathless. “i love you, bonito.”

“and i love you, mi princesa.” miles smiled and opened the door to his room, pulling you inside.

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smitten // lip gallagher

request(s): A lip Gallagher x reader. Lip and the reader are dating and Carl has a puppy love on the reader. He gets nervous around her and lip just makes fun of him. ( can it be around season 1 , so Carl is the small smol bean) .

Could I request a Lip x Reader where they’re walking and she gets really cold and he tries to warm her up somehow 

Lip and the reader having been in love since they first met as kids. Reader helping him with everything going on at home

requested by: @bobo-bush

please dont plagiarize my work!

word count: 1,057

Stuffing your hands into the pocket of your hoodie, you tuck your chin into your neck, bracing yourself for the cold winter air. You’re careful not to slip on the ice outside, making your way outside of the school doors, your eyes in search of Lip through the crowd of students hurrying to get home. 

You spot him easily enough, a smile instantly falling on your lips as all care goes right out of your head and you rush over to him, nearly slipping along the way. Even though you’d seen him that morning, and during lunch, you wrap your arms tightly around Lip’s waist, pulling close for a hug, one that he easily returns. And when you lean back, meeting his eyes, while the two of you wear a bright grin, you let out a soft giggle.

Leaning up onto the tips of your toes, you press a kiss against Lip’s lips. It’s short and sweet, one that he immediately returns. And when you pull back, lowering yourself back onto the sole’s of your feet, Lip raises his hand, gently brushing back the strand of hair that had fallen into your eyes.

And then, for a moment, you just gaze at him, smiling softly.

“What?” He questions, raising a brow as the two of you fall in step with one another.

“Nothing,” you shrug, your laughter dying. “You’re just cute is all.”

Bumping into you lightly, Lip snorts; “I should be the one saying that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Am I walking you home, or are you coming with me?”

Turning your head slightly, you glance at Lip through the corner of your eye. “Coming with you,” you answer eventually, voice gone quiet. “There ain’t anyone home for me anyway.”

Lip shuffles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “You got me,” he reassures, “all of us. Besides Carl’s been asking for you, he won’t shut up about you.”

Shaking your head, you laugh; “been melting any dolls lately?”

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Lip turns his head, eyes falling on the street next to him. “You know him,” he answers, smirking and giving you your answer. “Anyways, you know that, right?” At the look you send him, he elaborates. “That my home is always open to you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head. “I just feel guilty is all. Fiona has enough to stress about, I don’t want her worrying after me.”

“There’s nothing you’ve got to feel guilty about,” Lip comments, briefly glancing at you. “You do enough to help us. Always taking care of Liam, helping us with money, and more. You’ve earned a spot. And it’ll always be there.”

You don’t respond. Lip knows you’re grateful. So, instead, you smile softly to yourself, glancing down at your feet as you and Lip continue to make your way to the Gallagher’s house. It’s not that much longer of a walk, but you can’t help but wish you’d dressed a little more appropriately for the weather. You hug yourself, trying to brace yourself through the cold as you feel your body shiver in response.

Then, before you know, a jacket falls over your shoulders.

Lips parting, you raise your head, meeting Lip’s eyes. “Lip?”

“You’re practically shaking to death,” he says, turning his head away, and you swear you see his cheeks warm, and you know it’s not because of the cold. “You need it a lot more than I do.”

Smiling to yourself, once again, you pull the jacket tighter around yourself, pulling your arms through the sleeves. It hangs a little loosely on you, but it keeps you warm, and you love the familiar scent of Lip that envelops you. After all your years of knowing him, even since you were practically babies, his familiar scent has never changed.

It makes you feel safe. Warmed. Loved.

Soon enough, the two of you arrive at the Gallagher house. Everyone else is already home given that you’d had to stay a little late for a chem test, so, when you walk through the front doors, the house is busy with chaos and chatter. You’re greeted by Fiona who gives you a small hug and a smile Lip’s way, Lip helping you pull of his jacket all the while.

But, before you can even take one more step into the house, the sound of your name being screamed halts you and then there are small arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You stumble back in response, gaze lowering, laughing softly to yourself when you see, of course, Carl, clutching onto you tightly. He pulls back a moment later, smiling brightly up at you.

“Hey buddy,” you greet, grinning down at him as you pat the top of his head. “How have you been?”

“Great!” He exclaims, missing teeth showing as his lips curve into a wide smile. “Even better now that you’re here.”

“Okay, okay,” Lip chuckles, pulling Carl away from you by the shoulders. “Keep your little paws off of her, Carl.”

“Someone jealous?” You smirk, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Of this little shit?” Lip teases, pointing down at Carl who glares up at him. “Oh, a hundred percent. You’re practically smitten with him.” He exaggerates, the teasing nature of his words obvious by the look in his eyes.

Shaking your head, you crouch to Carl’s level, opening up your arms. Lip let’s Carl go, the boy immediately running into your arms once more, and steadying yourself, you pick him up, hugging him tightly. And, as you begin making your way inside, Carl talking your ear off about all the exciting things he’s done since he’s last seen you, your eyes meet Lip who smiling softly over at you.

“I love you,” he mouths, winking.

“I love you too,” you respond, though aloud. “But, not as much as I love Carl.” You poke Carl’s cheek at your words, the usually hardened kid giggling in response, cheeks warming.

“Hah!” Carl exclaims, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“My heart,” Lip laughs, holding a hand against his chest.

“Be careful, Lip,” you warn teasingly, “little Carl hear may have stolen my heart.”

Winking at you, Lip shrugs. “I’ll just have to take it back later.”

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